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shorkbrian · 3 years

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Cottgecore

Prelude - This is all @dearestdynamight ‘s fault okay I take no responsibility for the horny..... or do I? aha Sorry I said I’d write a drabble but it turned into a one shot whoops

Pairing - Yandere Bakugou Katsuki X Fem Reader

Warnings - NSFW, noncon, predator/prey dynamics, unsafe sex,

Music - https://open.spotify.com/track/3R8PKPTPgHApBhCt3NUJ0q?si=uLON1Rw_RHaEpH2WaCfYBA (This music has a great runnin tempo/ it made me think of heartbeats skippin like outta fear so)

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“Alright-” Bakugou has you by the arm, dragging you past the threshold of the cabin he keeps you in.

You’re scared. Sometimes he lets you outside, to feel the sunshine and the nice breeze, to go for a walk down to the creek, hiding his smile as you gawk at all the pretty flowers.

But he seems... agitated today. Restless.

“-Here’s how this is gonna go.” He shoves you down the front steps, and you barely catch yourself from falling, turning to look at the blonde while he sits himself down on the top step, legs stretching out. “I’ll give you hm, five minutes - got that? You got five minutes to fuckin’ run, and then I let myself loose.”

“Wh-what?” You’re not understanding, hands anxiously twisting at each other. There’s a predatory look in Bakugou’s eyes.

“We’re gonna play tag. I’m fuckin’ bored and I wanna get a nice little workout in. Chasing your pretty little ass through the forest should be enough to get my blood pumping.” Is his simple explanation.

He’s letting you run?

You don’t dare to hope for a second that you’ll actually be able to get away, escape from the monster of a man that’s lounging on the steps in front of you.

He’s hurt you, abused you, kept you locked away from society, far enough that no one’s able to hear when you scream every time Bakugou fucks you.

“I..... I don’t want to play.” Your bottom lip quivers, but you can’t tell if you’re going to cry out of frustration or nervousness. You can’t believe that you’re nothing more than a toy to Bakugou, something he can play with when he’s bored, keep tucked away in the dark when he has better things to do.

Bakugou leans back, rests on an elbow, lets his crimson eyes rake up your form before they reach your gaze. “Yeah? You don’t wanna play? Is that cause you know you’ll fuckin’ lose? I bet you’ll cry like a little bitch when I catch you.”

There’s nothing that you want to say to him. He’s trying to egg you on, but you won’t fall for his mean tricks.

“Fucking fine.” He shifts, smug smile appearing. “Time starts now. I don’t care if you don’t run, but know that I don’t have any qualms about fuckin’ you right here after your five minutes are up.” His gaze his burning into you.

At least if you run, you won’t just be sitting here, waiting as Katsuki counts down the minutes.

You take off, down towards the creek behind the cabin, grateful that Bakugou let you keep your sneakers when he had first dragged you here, all those months ago.

They’re practically falling apart, squishing through the mud by the creek, and you almost lose your footing, scrambling to right yourself, splash across to the other side.

It doesn’t matter that your shoes are all wet now, that the bottom of your dress is dripping. Truthfully, you hate the dresses Katsuki brings home for you to wear. Hate that they’re clothes you’d love under normal circumstances, flowy dresses and cute patterns, fitting in so nicely to a cottage core aesthetic.

Branches snap underfoot as you crash through the brush, panting, focused on one thing and one thing only; getting as far away as you could, as fast as you can.

You don’t want to think about what’s going to happen when if Katsuki catches you, this twisted little game of tag he wants to play. You want to scream, this isn’t even how you play tag, he’s just using it as an excuse to hunt you down, to take pleasure out of your fear.

Moving too close to a tree had you yelping as your shoulder collided, the rough bark scratching up your skin, tearing your dress. No matter, you just needed to keep going, keep running, keep moving.

It was starting to hurt to breathe, lifting your legs was tiring, burning. You’d never been much of a runner, and being kept under lock and key at Bakugou’s cabin hadn’t exactly done wonders for your endurance.

You found yourself cursing that fact as a loud shout rang through the forest, words indiscernible. But you knew it was the blonde, could recognize raspy, manic voice that comprised the shout.

Five minutes was up.

Wheezing now, you pushed on. You briefly considered hiding, but quickly discarded that idea. Bakugou could track you, and you didn’t have enough time. You would have to worry that he’d be even rougher when if he caught you, hiding instead of running like he had wanted.

No time to rest, but you wanted to, lungs burning. You had a stitch in your side, your shoulder hurt from scraping against the tree, and your mouth was dry, throat parched.

It wasn’t long before you began to hear noises behind you, brush crashing, branches snapping, pleased laughter. You knew Bakugou was toying with you, knew that he could track you silently if he so chose. But no, he wanted you to know that he was coming, chasing you down, relentless.

It hurt to push your legs faster, muscles fatigued, cramping. Your left calf seized up, and you held in a shriek, pleading, begging your body to keep moving as you limped on, hurriedly dragging your cramping leg, refusing to stop.

“Keep on runnin’, I’ve almost fucking got you!” Bakugou crowed, and you spared a glance behind you, thankfully seeing nothing but an empty forest behind you. It meant you still had time.

But not enough time.

With a start, you realized the noises behind you had stopped, which meant that Katsuki was beginning to actually hunt, silent and ruthless.

You don’t know where he is now, nothing left to do but urge your body forward still, exhausted and terrified.

Then a weight’s pushing against your back, and you’re hitting the dirt, tackled by Bakugou, pinned down.

“I knew I’d fuckin’ get you.” He whispers to you, breath coming out in proud, ragged pants.

You whimper into the dirt, body already aching, your own breath knocked completely out of your chest because of the way the male had tackled you. You hurt all over, and now you were dirty, and Bakugou wouldn’t get off.

“Goddamn, you gave me a run for my money there. Didn’t think you’d be that fuckin’ fast, Jesus Christ.” You can tell he’s almost proud of you, proud of his ability to choose a partner.

He pushes his weight off of you, rising to his knees, and you quickly try to follow him, not fond of being splayed out on the ground underneath him.

But Bakugou doesn’t let you get far.

You’ve gathered your legs underneath you, pushing up off the ground, but the man curls a hand around your hip, the other gripping at your uninjured shoulder. You don’t even have time to draw in a breath to ask him what he was doing before he’s shoving your face back in the dirt, lifting your hips.

“Bakugou, wait!” You screeched, hands fumbling backwards as you try to grab at him, push him off you.

The man just laughs, loud and rough, shuffles closer so he can push his crotch against your ass, let you feel the sizable bulge he’s sporting. “What’s wrong princess? I won fair n’d square, now let me take my fuckin’ prize.”

A part of you knew, knew that this is how things would end. But you had wanted to believe, had hoped that it’d be different.

“Please, wait, not here-not out here.” You choked, feeling him shift the fabric of your dress up over your ass, just enough so that he could tug at the fabric of your panties, snap the edges against your skin.

“N’d why the fuck not? ‘S not like anybody’ll hear you when you start screamin’.” The reality behind his words made your stomach curl, legs trembling as Katsuki snickered.

“Look at you, shakin’ like a scared little deer.”

Your panties get tugged down to your knees, and you hear the slight squish of Bakugou gathering his saliva in his mouth seconds before you hear him spit, seconds before you feel the glob of wet land on one of your cheeks.

Fingers swipe through the mess, before trailing down to your pussy, spreading Bakugou’s spit against your folds.

He apparently isn’t satisfied with that though, because you can feel him shifting, right before he grips a cheek in each hand and spreads you wide, pulls your hips backwards at the same time so you’re angled just right.

Just right for his spit to land directly on your cunt this time.

“S-stop it, please-” You shudder, giving up on trying to push him off. It’s never worked for you in the past, and you’re tired from running, sweaty body yearning to go limp.

A finger enters you, too soon, with not enough spit to ease its way. You yelp at the burning stretch, but Bakugou snarls at you too shut up, take what he’s given’ you as he slaps your ass.

You can feel the burn of his gaze as he watches your flesh jiggle from the force of his slap.

He works fast, doesn’t have enough patience to go slow, to open you up properly for him. The mans riled up from the chase, full of adrenaline that has no where to go, and he wants to hammer away at your little body until you break. Bakugou knows he can build you back up again when you do.

It’s alarming when you feel fingers pull free, feel the hot, spongy head of a dick pressing up against your entrance. You aren’t ready, nowhere near wet enough. “Bakugou-Bakugou wait, wait! Bakug-oh!!” The scream that leaves your mouth is loud enough to startle birds, cause them to rise from their resting places in the trees.

Bakugou laughs a little at that, the sound quickly tapering off into a groan as he works his cock deeper into you, wiggling his hips from side to side so he can fully seat himself into your cunt, balls snug up against your clit.

“Yeah, go ahead and scream princess, lemme hear you.” He encourages, pulling out just an inch or two so he can slam back in, hear you sob, watch your shoulder shake. with each heaving breath.

He’s fucking you into the dirt like an animal, feral and uncontrolled, wild. You barely have the coordination to try and protect your face with your forearms, keep your sensitive skin from being scraped raw on the ground.

You can’t protect your knees though, or the places that Katsuki holds you from, his grip too tight, blunt nails pressing so deep into your flesh that they draw blood, the pressure biting.

It’s impossible to hold back your noises, tearful, fearful screams reverberating into the forest, choked off as you’re rocked back and forth by vicious thrusts.

The man moves easily, fucks you with the strength of a stallion, growling out your name, letting out throaty groans as he chases his release.

And it hurts, so much, your body battered and becoming scratched and bruised; it hurts so much. Until heat pools in your gut, Katsuki hitting a special spot inside you. It makes your toes curl in your sneakers, has the slide of his cock going just a bit easier as you get that much wetter.

“Unh, n-no-ooh, please, ah! Please, ohh, Bak-Bakug-” You can’t even finish your sentence, not with the blonde reaching around, hand creeping across your stomach, down to where his balls keep smacking against your skin so he can rub tight little circles around your clit.

“Fuck-fuck yeah princess, there we go. Feelin’ good now? Shit, you’re squeezing me so goddamn tight.”

You hated his voice, hated how deep and raspy it was, how his gruff moans of pleasure made your stomach jolt with arousal.

“You tryin’ t’ milk my cock or somethin’? You want my cum that fucking bad?” The man pounding you into the dirt laughed, changing his posture so that he was curled over you, chest pressed to your back.

His hips rabbited into you, and you sobbed freely at the sensation, at his horrible fingers that wouldn’t stop drawing shapes on your little clit, making you feel hot and too close to cumming.

“No, no, no-” You whimpered, trying to hold back your orgasm, but it was too little, too late.

Bakugou’s hips stuttered as you gushed around his cock, barely managing three more full thrusts before burying himself deep, cock twitching inside of you, spurting out his warm cum.

Disgusting.

You were too tired, too spent to care how long the two of you spent on the ground, regaining your breath.

When Bakugou peeled himself away from your body, soft cock slipping easily from your warmth, you couldn’t help but cringe at the wetness that spilled against your thigh, no longer plugged in your cunt.

“That was real fucking good.”

Yeah, maybe for him.

Your panties were pulled back up, Bakugou smoothing them down before flipping your dress back into place as he rose to his feet.

He urged you up, supporting most of your weight as he easily tugged you upright. “Knew you’d be too much of a baby to walk back.” He grouched as your knees trembled, almost sending you crashing back to the ground if not for his firm arm around your waist, holding you up.

The next second, you were being lifted into the air, easily swung up into Katsuki’s arms, carried bridal style.

You felt his eyes on you, scanning over your face, your arms, your legs. Cataloging the various scratches and bruises marring your form. “You look like shit.”

You didn’t have a smart retort, just rested your head against his chest, grateful that he wasn’t making you walk, legs weak and jelly-like.

Your throat hurt from screaming.

Bakugou took you home, back to his cabin, to the cottage core life that you’d think was perfect... if only he wasn’t in it.

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wind-becomes-lightning · 2 years

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Together.

(Cover art done by @kankuroplease)

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Characters: Kabuto & Tayuya

5551 words.

Other tags: Siblings, growing up together, a little angst, Hurt without comfort.

The first time Kabuto saw the little girl she seemed so fragile and tiny that she barely registered as a person to him. Red hair almost as dark as the blood smears on face and arms.

One of the younger children said she should be called Tayuya, so she is.

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The first time Kabuto saw the little girl she seemed so fragile and tiny that she barely registered as a person to him. Red hair almost as dark as the blood smears on face and arms. He hurried to heal her, running all across the darkened field outside the orphanage he lived in to pick her up.

One of the other kids had alerted him to the staggering child, all alone and injured and Kabuto had run to help, as he always did.

After she had been healed at least well enough to walk again, Kabuto picked her up, the body so thin and small that it seemed like no more weight than a sack of potatoes, and carried her back inside. One of the younger children said she should be called Tayuya, so she is.

The girl stayed in bed for a week, only visited by Kabuto or his mother. She seemed as lost as he felt when he was new in this place that was now his home, so he decided to sit with her for many hours of the day, even when she was sleeping. They had guessed her age at about two, maybe less, a child that could just about speak and not walk that well. He didn’t want to imagine the horrors that she’d seen and endured to get here.

When she was fit enough to walk they asked her to come out of her room to join the general assembly of children. Tayuya seemed shy, hiding behind pillars and bars, barely talking more than two sentences if not prompted. Kabuto took her hand sometimes to bring her places and she followed, big eyes aimed at the back of his head.

She did not eat with others around. Kabuto needed only a day to notice it. While she did come into the main hall for meal time, she barely touched the stew or soup that was prepared for her. The food at this place was not the most stellar, as they couldn’t afford many good ingredients for so many children, but it was not too bad either. He worried almost immediately. Her figure was already so slim, so hungered down, that she needed to eat to get back to full health.

To combat her adversity to crowds Kabuto started leaving food standing around “accidentally.” It started with a “forgotten” bowl of soup, then it was sweets that he happened to leave in her room and sometimes the little fruit they could get. Each time he checked the spot an hour or so later it was gone. Kabuto was pleased with himself about this, sometimes as a healer you needed to try unconventional methods to treat your patients.

One day all children played outside in one of the many moments of tranquillity they all experienced as long as they lived together under Nonous patronage. Kabuto had seen Tayuya hesitate about following the crowds, her red hair covering most of her face and had just walked over to her to take her hand. “We play outside, okay?” he had asked and without waiting for a reply walked her out. She had followed without a complaint.

Now they were sitting side by side on a sunny day, Tayuya watching the children toss a ball around and chase each other with big eyes and a smile on her face. Kabuto couldn’t shake the feeling that she’d soon come out of her shell to also join in. “You have to eat, you know”, he said finally, his eyes moving over the fields. “Not only when you find hidden food. Real food. To grow, to heal, to become strong.” Tayuya looked up to him with an embarrassed face. “I understand, nii-san,” she replied in a quiet voice. Kabuto only flinched for a millisecond before he accepted the way she addressed him.

From that moment on Tayuya never skipped out on a meal, she started talking with others too, and she never stopped calling Kabuto “big brother.”

Quickly her walking and speaking ability increased and soon she overcame her general fear to engage with the children around her. Kabuto watched her with a proud smile on his face, excited to watch the growth first hand. Maybe he had already kind of accepted the big brother role and felt himself comfortable in it.

One day when they were all chasing each other outside in the rising sun, Kabuto found a piece of fabric, maybe once belonging to a very large soldier who’s uniform got ripped. He called for Tayuya, who ran to him right away. “To keep your hair out of your face”, he said and bound the fabric to the top of her head. Her red hair had long since grown out and the bangs often took her vision from her. She looked up to her forehead, but then smiled: “Thank you, nii-san.” Kabuto’s chest swelled momentarily.

Not long after that they both were acquainted with Orochimaru for the first time, the man who would quite literally change the course of both of their lives in just a few more years to come. He was injured, running from the battlefield of the 3rd shinobi war, not unlike Tayuya had been just a few months prior.

Tayuya was clearly scared of him, hiding behind Kabuto’s small frame as if he was some kind of shield. Kabuto was cordial and friendly as he always was, eager to please, and tried to fix Orochimaru up as much as he could. The snake-eyed man seemed to be interested in him. “How old are you, child?” he hissed and Kabuto diligently replied: “Eight.” Orochimaru furrowed a brow, but seemed content with that knowledge. For now at least.

Eventually he was healthy enough to leave the orphanage behind, but not without asking Nonou about Kabuto’s healing abilities. “Truthfully, the boy has just always shown an inclination for it. He picked it up quickly”, she replied proudly and Orochimaru's yellow eyes flickered to Kabuto. The boy held his gaze, but he could hear Tayuya squeak and run away from behind him.

The visit by the snake was soon forgotten and Tayuya returned to her carefree, happy self, always by Kabuto’s side. She had started playing the flute, an old wooden instrument she found one day in some old box in the storage of the orphanage. They had looked for a specific toy to give a newer, younger child, but had no luck. Tayuya had fished the flute out of an old box however and kept it. Now she was terrorizing everyone by trying to learn it.

She played a lot for Kabuto, tiny fingers falling over the little holes in the instrument trying to produce cohesive sounds and melodies. It was arguably terrible, at least at the start, since she didn’t quite know how it worked and nobody could really teach her, but Kabuto would never discourage her. It was something she was interested in, something she sank her time into and he was more than excited for each step of improvement he noticed.

Soon she could play songs for all of them, brightening up their evenings together in the dining hall by playing one or two on the flute. Tayuya had a good ear for soundscapes, bringing them together easily to form the most beautiful or haunting melodies. It was a well welcomed change for Kabuto and the other children. Their facility was slowly running out of money. It was an open secret that they might be closed down in the not so distant future.

Kabuto sometimes felt like an adult supervisor instead of a child hoping for adoption. He tried to help out the sisters and especially his mother as much as he could, assist with healing and food and babysitting. Tayuya followed him on each step, likewise learning from him how to serve and serve well. She was not that talented at healing jutsu, not like she was with the flute, but loved watching her brother do it.

“Maybe one day we can be adopted together and live at the same place!” Tayuya said one evening when Kabuto put a blanket over her to get her to sleep. It was the hopeless wish of all of them, to be adopted. But the world was not kind to children without parents and relocation before coming of age was almost impossible. Still, he didn’t want to discourage her, so he said: “Yes, maybe together.”

They did live together eventually, but not because they had been adopted and it took a few years apart to get there.

Tayuya was just four when Kabuto and her were separated. An older man had entered the orphanage, stomping, growling, like many old men do when they think they have things of importance to say. He had required a child from the nuns, requesting someone who would do missions for him while staying a complete unknown. The sisters had obviously refused at first, caring too deeply about all of the children, but the old man then threatened to cut funding and to close their little refuge down.

Kabuto stepped in, shouldering the burden as he did so many times since he’d been found by his mother. He knew he could be of service, had adjusted to being exactly like he needed to be. So he offered himself up to be taken away and learned that the man’s name was “Danzo” and that he had come from Konohagakure.

Before he could leave he needed to tell Tayuya personally, needing her to know that he was not abandoning her specifically, that he would be back eventually. She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes as he woke her and sat up immediately when she saw the look in his eyes. “Nii-san?” she asked, a little panicked.

“I have to go”, he explained, “I will do something for the betterment of this place. I promise that I will be back as soon as I can and when I come back I will bring you a much better, newer flute for you to play with, okay?” The girl grabbed him by the shirt: “No. I don’t want a new flute, I want you to stay.” Kabuto’s lips curled, but he hardened his heart. Without saying another word he got up and, after pulling her little fingers off his shirt, walked out of the room.

As Kabuto left with Danzo-sama, he could hear the cry of the girl behind him. He did not turn around to see her, but the yelps and sobs shook him right to his heart. Tayuya was apparently held back by someone somehow, struggling to break free to get to him, calling for him, but he just walked on. He would be back soon enough, he told himself, see her again soon enough.

Later he’d hate himself for the false optimism of that evening. That he’d thought he could help the orphanage by leaving, that he’d thought he could come back soon. That he had thought any of his actions were for the betterment of the world. But Kabuto did find his way back to Tayuya eventually, it just took a little detour.

The first time Kabuto laid eyes on the desolate village of Otogakure it seemed like nothing but a makeshift township. Few houses were scattered around a round marketplace and there was a training facility that served as a school tucked into the back. It was clearly the newest building in the bunch.

Orochimaru had told him to come here and settle, that he himself would follow soon to be the overseer of the little village he helped stomp out of the ground. Kabuto didn’t rebell or question the order. He was too eager to go into hiding, becoming a nobody.

He could have returned to the orphanage if he wanted to, left to choose his own path by Danzo, who had decided to abandon him like a pet he didn’t need anymore, but Kabuto hadn’t wanted to return. He didn’t feel like he belonged there, or anywhere in fact. That was when he met Orochimaru, who offered him a place to be, someone to be and Kabuto had latched on to it without much of a thought.

By now he was thoroughly trained as a healer, but also knew how to put his experience as a spy to use. As soon as he settled in the village, he started chatting with others, introducing himself, and building goodwill. There was no job for him here yet, but what wasn’t yet could still be in the future. Better to start early.

Kabuto stayed cordially with others, but mostly on his own until Orochimaru arrived just a few weeks later. It was baffling to Kabuto how the villagers reacted, cheering and clapping when Orochimaru walked by. It must have been a very desolate place before he had come along.

Orochimaru gave him work immediately. There was a body transformation to study, a curse mark to perfect and the entire thing about the edo-tensei jutsu. Kabuto worked without much words, addressing his superior respectfully and memorising as much of what he read as he could. Maybe it would come handy someday.

Children with curse marks were brought in frequently. Kabuto soon learned that they studied at the local training academy that had just recently been built. The effects of its power were different from child to child and some of them had health issues relating to it. Kabuto was kind to them, as much as he could, ever so the caretaker, but he did not weep for them when they died. He was too burned now.

One day a girl was brought in, maybe around 10. She wore her red hair under a fabric like hairband and still streaks of it were hanging into her face. They both looked at each other and Kabuto dropped what he had been holding: “Tayuya!” He leapt forward to hug her and for a moment he remembered who he used to be.

The girl had grown, but so had he and he was still almost two heads taller than her. “I did not think I’d ever see you again, nii-san!” Tayuya said excitedly, as Kabuto moved around her to check the curse mark on her neck. He didn’t like that she had gotten one and equally disliked that it seemed to work on her. “Neither did I if I’m honest,” he replied. The effects of the mark on her were outstanding. She was clearly the most compatible candidate they’d had so far. Kabuto hated what prospects this posed.

They didn’t have much time to talk with each other during her examination so Kabuto tried to find her after his work was done. Tayuya was training with three other children around her age, now fast on her feet and quick in her thinking. He was a little proud at seeing her like this, even if the image of her tiny, fragile self never really left his mind.

“Why are you here?” he asked, “You’re too young to have left the orphanage behind.” Tayuya moved her head to the side, her headdress like glue sticking to it. “We got fucking shut down”, she said, “ Damned funding cuts.”

Kabuto took in a sharp breath to force himself to stay calm. They had promised him to keep the facility in funding if he’d leave with them. They had promised him everybody would be well taken care of. “I see”, he said, trying to sound as calm as he could.

“Orochimaru-sama came to pick us orphans up. Said he had a place for us to go”, Tayuya continued. “We all came here together. Some have since left.” Left. Kabuto had a good idea what she meant with that, even if she maybe didn’t.

She threw her head back a little, bumping into Kabuto from the side: “And you? How did you end up here? Still doing the shit healer thing?” He frowned a little. When did she become so brazen? “Yes, still doing the “shit healer” thing. Currently working to help Orochimaru-sama as you noticed.” She grinned. “I’m glad we are both here together, nii-san.”

Kabuto soon learned that Tayuya had gotten a little more confident with age. She teased him relentlessly when she could. Asked about his big glasses and the grown out hair. When she sat in a chair for examinations she’d often laugh at him for the way his eyes narrowed or his back hunched. He couldn’t help but be glad at it. She was a healthy 11 year old girl, just like she was supposed to be.

The curse mark experiment continued to take the lives of others and so Kabuto never really stopped worrying about Tayuya. One day she sat once again in his little lab, blood being pumped in and out of her. “I can play the flute really well now”, Tayuya said. “Yeah?” Kabuto replied, looking over her results. “I remember you were terrible as a kid.”

“Fuck you, glasses, I’m excellent,” she pulled the wooden flute out and Kabuto recognised it immediately. “It’s still this old thing”, he said and she smiled: “You said you’d come back and bring me a new one, but you didn't.” Suddenly the air felt heavy with unspoken anger and resentment and Kabuto turned to face her.

“I couldn't,” he said truthfully. “I was not allowed to come back.” Tayuya’s eyes darkened a little. “You lied”, she said calmly, her flute spinning between her fingers. “You fucking abandoned me.” Kabuto wanted to say something, defend himself somehow, but the machines started beeping and he had no choice but to check them. It seemed like the curse mark had increased in power through her anger. Well, Kabuto thought, this at least made sense when you considered where the mark came from.

He bought her a new flute the next day. A little longer, a little thinner, a real beautiful instrument. It was a miracle that something like that was available in Otogakure. He went over to the place all the children lived in and asked for her. He found Tayuya sitting on her own bed.

“Promise kept,” he said, putting the present next to her, “We are together again and I have brought you a better flute.” Tayuya frowned a little, pouting like children so often do, but then she picked up the instrument. “It’s beautiful”, she whispered and before she said anything else she started playing on it.

It was a lovely sound, a haunting, longing melody. Kabuto could feel the effect it had on him, the memories of the orphanage that it brought back. For a moment again he thought he understood who he was, but then she stopped and it slipped from his grasp again. “How was that?” Tayuya asked excitedly.

“I guess it was passable”, he said with a wink. She punched him in the arm: “Shut up, you mean old man.” Kabuto didn’t even feel that old yet. How unfair of an assessment. They sat next to each other for a bit, just bumping into each other with playful force, then Kabuto said: “I’m sorry I couldn’t come see you sooner. I swear I wanted to.” Tayuya hummed a little and he took it as forgiveness.

The only time Kabuto now felt like a human, someone who had a personality, was when he was spending time with Tayuya. Not in the laboratory, because the identity he had carved out for himself as a ruthless scientist took over in these situations, no, it was the times when he was alone with her outside. Training or watching her train or talking or doing mundane stuff like buying food.

Tayuya was good at the facility she trained at, much better in abilities than Kabuto. Maybe this was related to the curse mark, maybe she would have always been talented even without it, but Kabuto soon learned that sparring with her mostly ended with him on his back on the hard, wet ground.

“And you buy food again, nii-san” she sang a litte, a foot on his chest triumphantly. Kabuto narrowed his eyes, having lost his glasses somewhere in the process. “Little girls like you should know how to behave in front of older boys. Zigzag” he said and wriggled himself out beneath her. He loved the light teasing they’d often bounce between each other, but in reality he was very proud of her growth. She was only 12 and already so much better than him.

Healing still wasn’t her strong suit however. No amount of loud mouth could get her wounds to heal up on their own. “You still can’t heal? A five year old could probably do it better than you”, Kabuto joked one time as he healed a nasty cut on her hand. She pouted: “Shut up, idiot.”

She had been tiny and cute and shy the first time he had met her, Kabuto reminisced one day, when Tayuya slightly kicked him with her feet as they sat together on his bed. “And now you are a little brat. I miss that old version of you”, he concluded, a grin on his face. “I’m not a damn baby anymore! I am 13 now. Also you need to have a foul mouth if you want to survive in this place. All the other children have one:” Kabuto too had noticed that children here were fighting a lot more regularly, be it with words or kunai.

The curse mark continued to get stronger, by now there were a handful of children left who still had it, Tayuya being one of them. She had mastered one of the forms that it could bring if she was emotional enough and mixed it neatly into her fighting style. Kabuto the big brother saw this development with further worry, but Kabuto the scientist was satisfied with the results. Soon Orochimaru-sama would be able to use it the way he intended to and he already had a victim in his eyes.

Kabuto was just 19 when he was summoned to the snake privately. A Jonin from Sunagakure was there too, looking sternly ahead. The room smelled like conspiracy from the moment Kabuto stepped in and his hunch proved to be exactly correct. They were planning to infiltrate Konohagakure very soon. But first Orochimaru-sama needed a new body.

So Kabuto did what he was told and headed out for his first undercover mission since he was 14. It was time to test all the things they had researched.

The ease in which he could fit back into the role of infiltrator was surprising even to Kabuto. After all, he’d spend years doing nothing but lab work, increasing his healing ability and researching whatever Orochimaru asked of him. Now he got to be “himself” again, in the field, posing like a good for nothing shinobi to get close to Sasuke Uchiha, the child Orochimaru wanted as a new host. It worked without much issue. The boy was marked just like he was supposed to be.

Kabuto had done his job, put snake and mouse together and according to the plan left the village of Konoha behind just as the invasion was starting. He knew that this was the moment Tayuya and her classmates were brought in, but he knew her abilities, knew his master very well by this point, so he did not worry for her safety. This particular plan did not go off as easily as all involved parties had hoped, however.

Tayuya returned, sweat gleaming on her forehead, and collapsed on his bed next to him. She had come to seek out Kabuto immediately when back in Otogakure to update him on things he’d probably eventually hear from the source anyway. Still he appreciated her checking in, so that he could be sure she was fine and healthy. “The old man died”, she said, hair falling into her eyes again. “You mean Lord Third”, Kabuto corrected her, which she expertly ignored.

“He tried to take Orochimaru- sama with him”, she continued, “but could only get his hands.” Kabuto blinked: “His hands?” Tayuya looked up at him, eyes heavy and tired: “He can’t weave signs anymore. That's a pretty fucking big blow to his strength.” Kabuto already knew that this would probably mean that he’d be summoned soon, that he’d have to take the blunt form of Orochimaru's anger. He sighed and went with his hand over Tayuya’s head brotherly. “Get some sleep”, he advised and left her. She fell asleep the moment her door closed.

He had been right of course, Orochimaru did summon him. Kabuto watched him move up and down, his hands hanging to both his sides like they were nothing but empty weight and listened to the curses. “I can’t heal you”, Kabuto interjected at some point and because he was feeling especially brazen: “So I don’t know why you are telling me all of this. I did my job excellently.”

The snake hissed, yellow eyes falling on Kabuto sharply, offended. “I know”, Orochimaru said coldly, “You are not talented enough to heal me.But I know someone who can heal me, and I require your assistance to go and find her, you hear me?” Orochimaru ordered, which pissed Kabuto off more than the insult had, but he didn’t have a choice but to agree to go along. Following Orochimaru was, after all, the path he had chosen for himself long ago.

“Do not take too many risks”, Tayuya grinned, watching him pack up little things he needed for his trip. “You are not that good at anything besides healing, you should stay out of fighting.” Kabuto knew she was joking with him, just the usual sibling banter, but having his talent insulted twice in a day felt a little too much. “Shut up, brat”, he said coldly and shouldered his bag. He glanced at her which made her furrow a brow defiantly. “Tss, I don’t have to take your attitude, nii-san. Go and fucking die for all I care”, she said and left.

Kabuto didn’t die, though in a moment of weakness he did think of Tayuya’s parting words to him. There was so much blood on his clothes and hands, the hands of a healer who should only ever have blood on them when it was to save someone. But Kabuto had used them offensively and lost, against a child nonetheless. There had been this second he’d thought of Tayuya, that he’d not said goodbye, that if he died she’d have nobody, but he did not die. Eventually, he did return.

The mission had been another big failure however. While Orochimaru and Kabuto had found Tsunade Senju, the best healer alive, she had refused to heal the arms. Even when they’d battled each other it had led to no positive outcome for them, and they had to return to their base in shame. Kabuto was injured and tired, he wondered what good hanging around a legendary Sannin would give him if that legendary Sannin could not even eat food on his own.

Tayuya healed him, her hands hovering over his injuries with weak healing jutsu, which for a moment gave Kabuto an unwelcome flashback to his childhood. Back then, when he’d taught her how to do it, she also had been the one to take care of him when he had minor injuries. Kabuto healed everybody else, but Tayuya healed Kabuto. That was just how it was, how it had been.

She’d come to visit him, crouched together like a sorry little cat, tail between her legs and apologised for the last thing she’d said. Kabuto apologised too. “My anger back then was not aimed at you”, he explained truthfully, “I should have kept it together.” Tayuya had thrown her head back and grinned: “I guess we are both damned idiots together.” Together. At least that.

Orochimaru smashed glasses and vials in the laboratory, steam sizzling at all ends of it. His anger roared hot and destructive and Kabuto took it upon himself to become the calming presence, cleaning up behind him, taking care of daily business. An angry snake was more ready to strike, to bite, so he stayed as unseen as possible until the mood faded, which wasn’t very long after they’d come back to base.

“Sasuke is ready”, he hissed, eyes sharp and excited on Kabuto. The other man had no particular interest in the Uchiha boy, he was not more than a vessel for Orochimaru- sama’s future body. So Kabuto nodded and faked a smile, because he knew his master wanted to see him share the optimism. “He will come to me soon, but I think we should send someone to help guide him here.” Kabuto agreed. The 13 year old would never make it so far out of the land of fire if not for other people’s help.

The Sound Four, to which Tayuya belonged, were assembled and set up in a straight line in front of Orochimaru. “Your mission is vital for me,” he explained, neck stretched out to tower over the teenagers, “So you can not fail at any cost!” Tayuya, in a moment of not being watched, winked at Kabuto who looked away. In front of Orochimaru they were never openly familiar with each other. “Die if you have to, but bring that boy to me”, Orochimaru concluded and the four bowed.

“Don’t die”, Kabuto said, walking alongside Tayuya to the gates of their tiny village. “Disobey him. If it gets too difficult just run.” Tayuya grinned her usual bratty grin: “Oh, little scaredy cat, do you not believe in my abilities?” He grabbed her arm: “I do, you know I do. You’re smart and talented and strong. I have seen you grow since you were two years old. What I am saying is that you do not need to sacrifice your life for a Master that does not care for yours. Promise me you will run if you have to. I can run too. We will start somewhere new. Together.”

Tayuya put a hand on top of his. “Kabuto”, she looked at him closely. “I’m flattered that you worry about me, but I’m not a fucking child and I won’t fail.” He let go of her, breathing in a few times to collect himself. “I know that. Just- be careful”, he said finally. She laughed and waved: “When I’m back I will thoroughly make fun of you for that entire speech just now, you’ll see, nii-san!”

The image of her leaving and smiling at him, red hair under her usual headdress, threatening him with further teasing in the near future would not leave his mind until he died. A scene playing over and over in his head as if it was burned into the back of his retina.

They should have just run away.

Sasuke Uchiha returned to the village alone.

Battered, bruised and exhausted he made his way in, generally suspicious of everyone, barking orders and demands like he had made himself prince of the place. Sasuke had been in a fight before he got here, the injuries told Kabuto as much even without asking. The escort line must have failed somehow. Kabuto didn’t dare think. Not at first, not in front of his master.

His fingers shook when he healed the boy, trying to hold back the question that was on his mind. The floor below his feet was waving like a boat, but Kabuto kept himself in reality. Sasuke had arrived alone, yes, but that could mean a myriad of things.

Finally, after bandaging up the child as well as he could, Kabuto leaned against the opposite wall and asked, as casually as his voice provided: “What happened to the guys that were sent to pick you up.” Sasuke looked up, the look in his eyes clearly indicating that he couldn't care less. “I think they all died,” he spat out, as if they were worthless insects in his way.

Kabuto could feel the floor beneath him shift, head spinning, eyes blurring. “I see, poor them”, he said calmly, coldly, as if this meant nothing to him. He nodded at the boy and walked out of the room, hands held tight to the side of his body to appear normal, unfaced. As soon as he was out of earshot he ran, breath rugged and broken, hands formed into fists.

He rammed the door to Tayuya’s room open and collapsed on her empty bed. She hadn’t made it before she left, had kept her clothes scattered around like she was going to come back any second now. Kabuto’s eyes fell to the little wooden flute that she’d still kept in her room, even after he had bought her a new, better one. He thought of how small and fragile she had been when he’d seen her first, how she had started to call him big brother, their reunion after years apart and playful back and forth. Curling his fingers into the sheets he let out a scream and then he ripped them all off the bed.

Later, years later, when he had much time for soul searching and finding, Kabuto circled back to this moment to pinpoint when he had lost the last piece of himself that had been left.

#fanfiction things #kabuto yakushi #tayuya #naruto

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soobnny · 2 years

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I saw someone doing this in my dash and now I need to send a similar ask to you, whoops.

I dare you to pair some of you mutuals with idols, not necessarily ship them, but which mutuals makes you think of which idol??

-🐳 (not sure if there's a whale anon)

oh em Jay let’s gaur !! i’ve been tagged in this a few times so it’s only appropriate that it’s my turn ^_^

@amakumos - yun and riki troublemaker duo 🤟 note: do NOT eat whatever food or drink they try to give U . i see a lot of pranks and giggling among each other in this cute little duo

@jalnandanz - it’s usually heejake ofc but today i will pick heeseung 💗💗💗 just bc we had a conversation on twitter abt second lead heeseung saur now i decide that ur pairing is best friends to lovers but u n jake end up together #yas #angst #HeeseungHeartbroken

@jungwoniics - lia and wonie !! i associate u w wonie bc of ur username and ur layout as well :] specifically blue haired jungwon yasss

@iyeonjuni - cici and user yawnzzn every time yeonjun posts on insta im just like … has cici seen this already 😍 cici and yeonjun would be the bickering parents of a friend group #notresponsible tho they will join the chaos saur

@fairybinie - val and sookai sawry guys it’s gonna Have to be a trio like imagine this: val and kai causing trouble and soobin taking the Fall bc everyone’s like oh em Jay responsible leader soobin it’s ok we will let val and kai off the hook !!

@hakuyeo - yeo and riki SLAYYY i think it’s bc again the layout im pr sure ive just like Associated yeo with riki bc of it

@sqnwo - SUNGHOON idk why im sawry i had a reasoning it’s sunghoon pfp but ur pfp is jungwon … but i yelled sunghoon when i saw ur user bffie maybe it’s bc i knew u starting twitch rivals era <3

@heelvsme - jake and nini just becos of my silly little cupid service n ur discord pfp is also jake 🤨 … giving me very late night adventures together

@ja4hyvn - i was ltrly gonna say kenma n then i was like 🤣🤣🤣 wait a MIN! that’s not an idol! hmmmm maybe chae 4 now just becos of ur twt pfp we were matching but my twt rn is yeji yas slay

@kissuzies - heeseung as of late becos u were screaming at me over my heeseung fic #apology nicha and heeseung type of duo to sleep at ungodly hours bc i said so !!!

@prettywon - riki and that’s on forget me not smau SLAYYYY

@lunarxsun - YUNA im sorry ur names rhyme and yuna always just pops in my head yas #yuna and luna bffs forever

@one16core - sunoo and cai the most slayful people ever basically … also bc of guess who LIKE ur reactions r my fav and i just think ur dynamic w sunoo would be so funny like yall will actually slay everyone

@floverful - jungwon : ( jungwon pfp and ure just so nice always telling me to take care of myself n im just SOBBING reminds me so much of jungwon

@lunaflvms - very wonyoung slay idk sometimes i feel like im talking to wonyoung #DUO i think u two would be the rly mischievous duo as well n yall would def like do silly fashion sprees getting random clothes n trying to make it look good

@iwonzzi - JAY idk why again im just crazy when i thought of U i just kind of went yas jay exactly n im right 😻😻

i’m sorry if i missed a lot of people i just top of my head !!! i hope y’all enjoy this 😜💗💗💗

#🐳 anon

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abbysfrenchbraid · 4 years

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Truth or Dare

Hi guys! This is a oneshot in which the (female) reader is stationed at an WLF outpost and joined by Abby for a work assignment. They become roommates and the reader starts to develop feelings for Abby but isn’t sure if they’re reciprocated until a night of truth or dare with friends reveals more than Abby intended.

It was inspired by this picture of angry/confused Abby with her hair down shared in the Abby Simp Society Discord server (message me or @theenglishmonster if you’re interested in joining!). Sadly I couldn’t find the editor anywhere, so let me know if you know who I should credit!

4.4k words, a little angst + smut

content warnings: alcohol consumption, smut, mention of sex in public, derogatory language (if you need me to tag anything else let me know)

feedback is very welcome, enjoy!

Truth or Dare

You were laying in the bottom bunk of the bed you had shared with your fellow WLF Abby for the last month. She had been restationed to your outpost and there had only been a few empty bunks left. You had enjoyed having your own room before, even if it was tiny and fitted only two metal locker cabinets and the bed, as well as a small table and chair in front of the 5th story window. As your outpost didn’t allow men and women to share rooms unless they were married, Abby and her patrol partner Manny had to split up when they arrived.

The tall blonde made quite the impression on you; she was always composed and stone-faced, standing straight and towering above most of the other soldiers. The first days you two hadn’t talked much, she had taken the empty top bunk and one of the lockers without complaining and told you that you wouldn’t have to take up with her for long.

After two weeks, she had come in angry and breathing heavily, kicking the bedpost and sinking down next to you on the bottom bunk, putting her head in her hands. Isaac had sent a man named Owen to pull Manny off the job and stay at this post with Abby for the next three months. She had reluctantly begun to tell you about their dynamic, how Owen was her ex boyfriend and Manny had been the only good friend she had in this place. You had felt sorry for her and invited her to come along for some game nights with your friends. She had slowly warmed up to you and was extremely grateful for being able to spend time with you instead of Owen, who had found himself some friends with the hooch experts.

This night was going to be different. One of your friends had managed to trade some home grown mushrooms for the outpost’s best hooch and suggested to play truth or dare. After some reluctancy on Abby’s side, everyone agreed and you sat down in a circle. After the first few sips it suddenly became very clear to you how close Abby was sitting next to you, her left knee touching your right ever so slightly. From that point on, you couldn’t concentrate on anything else but that tiny, sweet, hot spot where your bodies connected.

You had kept your distance from the soldier, sensing that she was not the type of person who enjoyed physical contact with people she didn’t trust completely. Still, you had often thought about what it must be like to sink your head onto the stronger woman’s broad chest and be wrapped into her arms, feeling so small and secure in her embrace. You had pushed the idea away, seeing as Abby was more trustful and open with you now but still kept some doors closed, some parts of her hidden away beneath that perfectly smooth face that rarely showed what was going on behind it.

Nina, a younger girl who had just completed a dare to perform her favorite song for the group, smiled warmly at Abby. “Your turn!” Abby had started to relax and you really liked seeing this loosened up, smiling version of her enjoying herself with your friends. She picked truth.

“How do you like your roommate?” Abby tried to stifle a grin but then she just laughed out loud and your heart felt like it was going to combust. She looked at you and placed her hand on your knee for a second, then seemed to realize what she was doing and quickly put her hands in her lap. “I gotta be honest with you, when I came here I just wanted to get this job over with and leave as fast as possible. That’s why I didn’t even attempt to make any friends or get to know Y/N. But when Manny left, it was extremely kind of Y/N to just take me in and introduce me to all of you, which she was by no means obligated to after I was so cold to her at first.” Abby turned her gaze towards you. “I’d actually count you among my close friends.”

There was a gleam in her eye as she said it and a part of you just wanted to jump on her and kiss every inch of her face for being so open and unapologetic and cute in front of everyone. You restrained yourself and just beamed at her, internally looking forward to going to your room later and talking all night. Only talking of course. The images that shot through your mind, of Abby throwing you on the bed and crawling on top of you, of pulling that braid you had never seen her take out, of her fingers at your throat and in your mouth, you quickly fought them down and cleared your throat.

It was now Abby’s turn to ask, but surprisingly she didn’t choose you. She dared a guy who had made jokes about being stronger than her earlier to arm wrestle her so everyone quickly put together a table and two chairs for the contestants. It was a quick match. Abby let him struggle a little bit, then she gave you the faintest smile and slammed his hand on the table, making everyone jump to her with congratulations and more alcohol. When she sat down again next to you, she made sure to sit exactly like she had before, your knees touching lightly. A wave of affection and pride rushed over you. This was your friend, the woman who had just told everyone how much she liked you. You looked into her eyes to find that feeling in her too, that unconditional warmth and that want for more, a spark of the fire that could erupt at any moment if any of you dared to ignite it. It was like looking into a mirror - there was something fierce in her gaze, drawing you in and telling you to just wait until you two were alone.

When it came to the defeated wrestler’s turn next, he unexpectedly picked you. You were wondering what he was going to want from you when you saw that Aaron, the dark-haired, handsome man who had organized the drinking night, straightened up and winked at his buddy. After you warily picked dare, he shot immediately: “I dare you to kiss Aaron.” While some of the others whooped or giggled, Abby stiffened next to you and changed her position. The spot on your knee that had just been buzzing with electricity from her touch now felt strangely cold and numb.

You gave the triumphant Aaron a defeated half-smile and got up to go around the circle and kneel down next to him. The rules were the rules, you weren’t going to cop out on a kiss and embarrass yourself, as much as you just wanted to grab Abby’s hand and flee. As you looked at Aaron, you could see Abby out of the corner of your eye, looking away with a strange look on her face - was it anger? Sadness? Maybe she just thought the dare was childish. You went in for a quick kiss, but Aaron grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in, kissing you hard until you finally managed to break free. The first thing you saw was Abby’s face; she looked absolutely furious.

Suddenly the door flew open and you jumped to your feet at the sound. “Well, what’s going on in here? Was that a full on makeout session?”

Of all people, it had to be Owen taking the first step through the door, opening up his arms, bottle in one hand, and grinning in your face. “What’s wrong, sweetheart? Don’t you have a little room left for three more players?” Two of his friends came in behind him, also lightly swaying from the alcohol they must have had beforehand. You felt yourself blush bright red and freeze, not able to say a word.

Right in that moment, something brushed your arm and before you could register what was going on, Abby had stormed out of the room, almost knocking Owen over with a shove of her shoulder as she passed him. By the time you had gathered yourself she was long gone.

“Well, someone clearly didn’t enjoy themselves. More room for us!” Owen tried to sound lighthearted but you could hear that he was a little shaken by the confrontation. Him and Abby had had to work together a few times during the last weeks and they had kept it professional; this came unexpected.

You pulled yourself together. “I’m off too, I’ve had enough of that awful brew.” Before Owen had the time to be offended, you had slipped past him and closed the door behind you. After rounding the corner with a few quick steps, you leaned your back against the wall and took a deep breath. Too much had happened in the last few hours. Where was Abby? What was going on between the two of you? You decided to head back to your shared room, hoping she would be there.

When you opened the door, Abby was leaning against the desk with her arms folded, staring at you distractedly from underneath furrowed brows. As she registered you being there, she straightened up and dropped her gaze to the floor.

You were at a loss for words. Part of you just wanted to go to her and kiss her, tell her it was okay and that she shouldn’t worry about Owen or Aaron or any other idiot trying to come between you. On the other hand, she seemed on edge, angry and disappointed, and you didn’t want to make the situation worse by overstepping any boundaries. Maybe you should have had given her some time alone before barging in like this; after all, this was the only safe space she had in the outpost.

You made the decision to leave it up to her. “Do you want me here right now? Or do you need some time alone? I’m sorry that the night ended like this, I didn’t know he was going to come.”

Abby looked at you with such sadness in her eyes that your heart dropped. “I don’t care about Owen. Whatever, you don’t get it. I’m going to shower, I can’t go to bed smelling like alcohol and sweat. You can stay here, I don’t mind. It’s your room after all.” And with that, she grabbed her towel from the bunk bed and was out the door.

You sank onto your bed with an exhausted sigh. “You don’t get it,” that had been a stab right at your heart. How could you possibly understand what was going on in Abby’s head when she never fucking talked to you about anything? How were you supposed to make a move or tell her how you felt when she looked at you with those thick stone walls almost visible behind her eyes, never letting anyone in? Of course it was the right thing to be cautious and not trust anyone too quickly, people regularly lied and cheated to get what they wanted here and the WLF was certainly not as tightly-knitted and honorable as Isaac would like it to be. But you had been nothing but kind and understanding to Abby, showing her every day that she could feel safe with you and trust you, introducing her to everyone and telling her your secrets and worries every night before bed. Today had been the first time she ever opened up about her feelings and the night had to be ruined by two stupid, insensitive, drunk men.

Lost in thought, you didn’t notice the steps outside the door. Abby came in, wearing one of her token black cutoffs and grey sweatpants she had brought back from a recent protection run. She had given you a smaller pair, still wrapped in plastic and completely new, without any holes or dirt on it. You were so distracted by the pants that you didn’t notice until Abby had crossed the room and hung her towel over the chair at the desk - her hair was down! It was still drying from the shower, long dark blonde strands falling over her shoulders and down her back leaving wet spots on the cotton fabric of her shirt. The soldier usually braided it while it was still wet so as to keep it extremely neat and in its form, meaning you never got to see anything else. She kept her hands on the chair and looked out the window, down onto the small square in front of the building where the night patrol was just heading out the gate.

“Your hair is down.” Wow, insightful commentary from your big brain. You wanted to smack yourself across the face; instead you got up and took a step towards her. She took a deep breath and turned around.

“I snapped my hair tie in the shower. I’ll find something else to tie it with tomorrow. Let’s just go to sleep, okay?”

With pleading eyes she silently asked you to let it go, not talk about it and act like nothing happened tomorrow. But you knew it was going to be different if you didn’t talk about it now. She would become distant again and you wouldn’t get another chance at cracking her shell.

“What was that about earlier? When Owen came in?”

She immediately leaned away from you and crossed her arms, her usual defense mechanism setting in. “I told you, I don’t want to do this now. You know he’s my ex and I just didn’t want to deal with him right now. The evening was going well until…”

“Until what? You work with him all the time, what’s the big deal all of a sudden? I get that you don’t wanna party with him but you could have told me and we could have left without attracting this much attention. Aaron just invited us to have a nice evening and I couldn’t even say goodbye to him properly!”

The mention of Aaron lit a fire in Abby’s eyes, her face forming into a mask of pure disgust and rage. She straightened up to her full height and glared down at you. “Aaron is a piece of shit! Using some stupid children’s game to get a girl to kiss him instead of having the balls to do it himself.” You opened your mouth for an answer but she cut you off. “What, did you actually enjoy kissing him? That grimy little macho? I guess I was wrong about a lot of things then.”

The Wolf wanted to rush past you like she had done to Owen earlier but you grabbed her by her upper arm and leaned into her with your full weight. She stopped dead in her tracks and her bicep flexed underneath your grasp as she jerked back her arm, staring at you with a mixture of hurt and confusion.

“Listen to me! I’ve known Aaron for a long time and I know he’s had a crush on me for a long time. I always shut him down and tried to prevent hurting his feelings because I don’t feel the same for him, you hear that? I’m not into him, I just wanted to play the game and give him this one kiss because he’s not getting another one ever again and he knows it.”

Abby had shrunk down at your tirade and leaned against the frame of the bed, watching you questioningly.

“Abby, I have adored you ever since you set foot in this room and I don’t care if this is going to ruin everything, I’ve had enough. Every time you’re in the same room I can’t concentrate because all I see is you! Tonight you opened up to me for the first time and I was the happiest I have been in a long time. Why won’t you understand that I won’t hurt you, I won’t betray you, Abby, I want you!”

You were practically spitting out the words now, your voice cracking as tears started to build in your eyes and threatened to come rushing down your cheeks. With an angry wipe of your wrist you banned them from your face and stared into Abby’s eyes. She seemed to be processing what you had just said, arms hanging down her sides and no longer on guard for you and the world.

You sighed and let your shoulders drop. “That’s all you need to know. Now you can go to sleep.”

Suddenly there was movement. Abby rushed towards you, slamming you against the wall behind you and pressing her lips to yours. She tasted like mint and the faint aroma of liquor lingering between both of you after drinking all night, but now you could smell her for the first time. Sometimes when Abby had walked past you, she had left a tiny cloud of her musk, smelling like wood, faint sweat and something you couldn’t quite place. Now you could immediately tell it was pine, meaning the badass soldier actually spent a lot of trading goods just for the special WLF base pine soap and you weren’t complaining.

You ran your fingers through her damp hair and felt her shudder underneath your hands, drawing back her head ever so slightly to look at you. She laid a rough, calloused hand on your cheek with utmost care and gentleness, wiping away a single tear that had escaped with her thumb and then softly caressing your bottom lip.

“Is that okay?” Her words were only a quiet breath against your skin, the warmth of her hands almost making you melt like wax underneath her touch. You answered by pulling her in for another kiss, quickly running the tip of your tongue over her closed lips and making her fall into you. You let out a tiny whine and she flinched, releasing you immediately. “Oh shit, I didn’t mean to hurt you. I’m sorry, I can be thoughtless sometimes.”

You stepped forward and grabbed her by the hem of her worn down shirt. “You didn’t hurt me, Abby. Come with me.”

Stepping around her, you crouched back into the bunk bed and threw her an inviting smile. She reacted immediately, crawling into the small space and on top of you, coming down on her elbows left and right of your shoulders and placing one knee between your legs. Your next kiss was more heated than the ones before, her tongue daring to push against yours and mix her mint flavour with the alcohol on yours. She finally dropped some of her weight on you, grinding her thigh against you and making you gasp into her mouth, your eyes flying open to reveal a malicious smile on the blonde’s lips. You hadn’t even noticed the bloodflow to the space between your hips and your heightened sensitivity almost made your vision go blank for a second.

Abby continued to press her thigh between your legs while attacking your throat with kisses you would definitely still see the remains of in the morning but you didn’t mind. You just wanted to be even closer to her, grabbing a fistful of her beautiful long hair and pulling her head back, making her groan and dig her nails into your shoulder.

“You like that, baby? Take your shirt off for me.” Her eyes widened at your commanding tone, but she obliged immediately, pulling the cutoff over her head and tossing it into the corner, then returning to your neck with an even stronger passion. She grabbed your breast with one hand, squeezing it while biting into the skin on your throat, sucking hard and following the trail of marks she had left with the tip of her tongue. You could hardly stifle your whimpers anymore and decided to gain the upper hand again, pulling your foot up and bending your knee in order to squeeze your thigh against her crotch. She collapsed on top of you and moaned into your neck, mumbling curses as she got back onto her forearms and laid her forehead against yours, slowly grinding back against your thigh.

You held the back of her head with one hand and started to gently drag the fingers of the other one along Abby’s jaw, her throat and collarbones, drawing circles around her breast and slowly coming to a point at her nipple, teasing and lightly pinching it and making the heavy woman on top of you whimper into your ear while keeping the friction between both of your bodies. As your hand moved lower, exploring her toned stomach, you wound a few strands of her hair around your other hand and finally arrived at the hem of her sweatpants. You slowly pulled the string and brushed a finger along the line where skin and fabric met. The blonde instinctively lifted her hips up and allowed you to slide your hand inside, finding nothing underneath but soft curls and burning hot skin. You let your fingers wander deeper and they were instantly met with hot, slick wetness, making you moan in surprise and slide your fingers along Abby’s folds, instantly covering them in her juices.

Abby let out a quiet sob next to your ear. “Please don’t tease me Y/N, I’m so close already.”

You pulled her head back and made her look at you, giving her a half-pitying, half-devilish look. “Poor Abby, are so needy you almost came into your pants just from riding my thigh? I don’t know if I should even let you cum, needy whores need to be put in their place. I should ride your face first and then maybe I’ll think about it.”

The soldier had given in completely; Abby was a whimpering mess on top of you, her wetness running down your wrist and her hips desperately bucking forward into your hand, trying to regain some form of friction. “Please Y/N, I’ll be good, I’ll do everything you want, please, please touch me!”

Satisfied, you pushed two fingers inside her, sinking them in entirely and feeling her contract around you as she gasped and went wide-eyed, staring down at you in ecstasy and opening her mouth in a silent scream. You slowly started to move your fingers in and out of her, stroking that tender spot inside her that made her thighs twitch and her eyes roll back into her head. Wanting to pick up the pace, she began to roll her hips back onto your fingers and fought herself back up on her hands, gazing at you through half-closed eyes and strands of hair falling into her face.

“That’s a good girl, riding my fingers like a little whore.” Abby let out a grunt of protest but didn’t stop, sitting up straight and leaning back, placing her hands on your legs to keep her balance. You took the opportunity to pull her pants down to her thighs, revealing dark, shining curls and ivory skin. After taking in the view for a moment you decided it was time to give her what she wanted, placing the pad of your thumb on the spot that had been waiting for any attention from you until now. As you touched the small mound, Abby gasped and shifted her hips forward, losing her rhythm as you slowly rotated your thumb around the pulsing spot.

She took a deep breath and then slammed down onto your fingers mercilessly, riding your fingers with an unhinged expression in her eyes, her face and breasts gleaming with a thin layer of sweat and strands of hair sticking to her skin as her moans got louder and louder. You joined her rhythm, thrusting your hips up and rubbing her clit as you felt her convulse around your fingers and tremble uncontrollably, catching her shoulder and guiding her down to you as she caved in and lost all strength in those beautiful, now useless muscles. You helped her get rid of the sweatpants entirely, the wet spots in the fabric making being naked the more comfortable option. Abby cuddled up close to you and softly kissed the hickeys she had left on your neck earlier.

You smiled down at her and brushed a wet strand of hair behind her ear. “How are you feeling?” The blonde sighed and buried her face in your neck. “Like I need another shower.” She lifted her head, a new thought gleaming behind her eyes. “You think anyone is still up?”

You snorted. “You probably woke up half the hallway. But I don’t think any of them will use the showers in the next few hours, if that’s what you’re playing at.” You knew that Abby hated going to bed dirty or sweaty, she always showered before bed and when she came back from longer missions she wouldn’t even bother to talk to anyone until she was in a clean set of clothes.

Abby pulled your face toward hers and gave you a long, loving kiss. “Of course you can sit on my face first if you want to. I was just thinking of forcing you to be quiet, fucking you against the wall under the hot shower until you can’t stand anymore and making you sit on my shoulders and cum on my face there. I’ll even carry you back here and get us some early breakfast.”

Her words had the desired effect, making you squirm involuntarily and press your thighs together in an attempt to calm yourself. “Fine, who could say no to that? But only if we use your fancy pine soap.”

Abby looked at you in surprise. “You caught that? Well, I like to allow myself that one luxury if I have the means to get it.” She jumped out of the bunk, gave the sweatpants on the floor a kick underneath the bed and threw on a big shirt full of holes along with some boxers, then she gallantly reached out her hand to help you up. You grabbed both of your towels and the small box containing the soap and gave the blonde waiting by the door a peck on the lips.

“Carry me there, too?”

She rolled her eyes and crouched down a little so you could put an arm around her shoulder, swooped you up bridal style and carried you out the door.

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tv-fanfic-archive · 3 years

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Body Swap Quirk

Tamaki Amajiki x Reader | Masterpost | Ao3

Suneater and his sidekick get hit with a body-swapping quirk!

Word Count: 5422

Tags/Warnings: NSFW, dream sex, dry humping, premature ejaculation, non-penitrative sex, aged-up characters, crushes, body swap

During a robbery, you and Suneater were hit with a body-swapping quirk. They didn’t expect the villain’s quirk, it wasn’t on any register. Both recovered and apprehended the villain, but he refused to tell the two heroes how to reverse the quirk.

“We should stay close in case there are side effects.” Tamaki in your body says.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t want you doing anything weird with my body, Suneater.” You joke

Your body’s face flushes and Tamaki stutters “Y-you know I wouldn’t uh, do anything bad.”

“I was joking, bud.”

To all around the sight of Suneater’s body bouncing around and yours hunched over is a drastic shift. You and your mentor’s dynamic had always been full of clashes, sunny and gloomy, shy and extroverted, night and day really, but you’d met Lemillion, Tamaki just seemed to have a thing for the happy and shiny people of the world.

“Let’s go clock out, then we can chill at my place till this wears off.” You say

“I need to change as soon as possible.” Tamaki tries to wrap your cap around your costume.

Made so your quirk could function without hindrance, your costume was as skimpy as you could legally get away with. Your quirk turned your skin into a dazzling disco ball you used to stun your opponents, you needed all the skin you could get to max out your effectiveness, but now it was backfiring for poor Tamaki.

You pulled off the cloak from his costume and tossed it at him. He wrapped it around his front in cooperation with your costume’s cape covering his back.

When you got back to your studio above your family bookstore, you dug around for sweats and a t-shirt for Tamaki. You tossed them to him. You unclip and dump the utility belts and skirt from his costume on the floor, leaving you in the bodysuit. When you’re done you look up, expecting him to have changed into the new clothes, but he’s just standing there, red in the face, clutching the outfit.

“I don’t think I should, um, change actually.”

“Why not? You should be comfortable if we have to deal with this the whole night.”

“I-It’s not appropriate for me to see any of this.” He waves up and down your body.

“Ohhh.” You laugh “How about I turn off the light? Or what about you close your eyes and I’ll do it for you?”

He frowns. You get up and turn the lights off, but your body starts to glow.

“W-what’s happing?” Tamaki gasps

You know how he’s feeling. Your quirk makes your body warm all over. It took you years to learn how to control it so it didn’t turn on automatically in the dark, let alone not to give you buzzy tingles all across your skin. You flick the switch back on and go over to him.

“Plan B, close your eyes.” He does.

You unwrap his cloak from the front of your body, then your own cape. You slide the t-shirt over his head and slip your hands under it to unhook the glittery sequin top of your hero costume. Tamaki shudders when your cold hands ghost over his spine to reach the hooks. The top falls to the ground. He shivers again when your body’s nipples touch the t-shirt, you’d always been sensitive, poor guy. Next, you can’t quite figure out how to get his shorts off without making him uncomfortable, so you just grit your teeth and just pull them down.

“Wha-?” Tamaki gasps and reaches down to cover your crotch from the AC, then yelps and throws his hands up.

You forgot you didn’t wear underwear with your costume today, whoops. You feel something warm in your stomach at the sight of your body standing half-naked in, completely coincidentally, a Suneater promotional T-shirt. If your bodies were normal and Tamaki was seeing this, he’d probably just up and die.

You put his feet through the bottoms of the sweats and pull them up. When you stand up straight you realize the warmth in your stomach was stirring of a boner at the sight of your own ass on display. Talk about self-love, right?

“Ok, open your eyes. Sorry about that.”

His face is beet red. You grab his hand and sit down on your futon. Tamaki keeps his hands covering his glowing red face, literally glowing actually, once again a thing you had to learn to control, at least his quirk doesn’t just activate for no reason. For one second Tamaki uncovers his eyes and looks over to you, seeing the bulge in your pants.

“This is so weird.” He groans

You cover with a pillow and look away.

“Sorry, this is too weird, I shouldn’t have undressed you. Why don’t we just,” You stand up “go to sleep and when we wake up maybe we’ll be normal again!” You haul Tamaki up and pull down the futon into a bed and flop down.

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Tamaki’s mouth ran over your neck, leaving little bites and licks as it traveled up, eventually dipping to kiss your mouth. You closed your eyes as you pushed your chest up to Tamaki’s, moaning into his kiss. His hand dropped to your crotch, rubbing over the front of your sweats. His hips rolled on your stomach, you ground your center on his hand, your hips moving furiously.

“You’re mine.” He growled

Then you woke up.

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When you open your eyes, you’re glad to be seeing out of your own eyes, but you have a new problem. Tamaki’s body is pressed up flush against your own, one arm thrown over your side. You never took him as a cuddler, but things change. Sadly, as much as you would love to be held by this man, now is not the greatest time.

You were about to try to escape from his arm and get to the bathroom to take care of yourself when movement from behind you made you stay. Tamaki was rubbing his face over your hair and rocking his hips against your ass. He let out a moan of your name then the hand on your side gripped your hip, hard. You closed your eyes and arched your back to press your ass to him. You moved your hand down under the waistline of your sweats to rub your crotch. You feel his breath on your neck. His hips still, pressed up hard against you, lets out a deep groan, then he jerks up and rolls away.

You hear a thump when he falls off the futon and onto the ground.

“Good morning, Suneater.” You poke your head off the side of the bed and smile.

Tamaki seemed to be trying his hardest to disappear under your futon.

“Why don’t you go clean yourself up. I’ll make some coffee.” You hardly finish your sentence before he’s let out a strangled whine, bolts up and slams the bathroom door. You run a hand over your face, sighing. What a way to wake up.

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lovieebby · 3 years

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White Winged Girl (part three)

Part One | Part Two

Sugar Daddy!Henry Cavill x F!Reader (she/her)

Summary: Its not easy to cover up when she’s filled to the brim with anxiety, though Henry could care less. This isn’t a game to him and he’s not letting this little minx slip through his fingers.

WC: 1.2k (whoops)

Warnings: 18+!!!, SMUT SMUT SMUT, rough sex, dubcon if you squint (thats a damn LIE) d/s dynamic, daddy kink, oral (m receiving), cum eatting ?? degradation, spanking & spitting

Note: yall idk what happened, my fingers let loose and im not sorry. & PLEASE can someone talk to me like this??

Also! I know on my mood boards theres ladies that are white and I don’t see the reader as white— she is you and I’m trying to find more plussized women and women that are poc so i can meet all your needs! But rlly lovelies, the reader is you and you are perfect and beautiful all on your own way! I just wanted to clarify that real fast bc I don’t want ppl feeling excluded from my works. I love each and everyone of you and if theres anything more I can do to help please please just say so, don’t be shy I promise I’m nice!! & all the pics were found on Pinterest so the credit goes to all the owners of the photos!!

When the door started to open, it gave her enough time to shuffle back while Henry collected his thoughts and calculated his approach. Her knees shook as a muffled sob rolled its way into her mouth, she tried to cover it but was met with Henry’s steely look. A look he only gave if she was going to be punished or put back into her place.

“I don’t—“ He stuttered, his lips pinching shut as his eyes glared into her disapprovingly. “You think it’s funny to say shit like that?”

He still looked dashing as ever, even if it was him in sweats and a jersey tee. His nostrils flared as he bounced his keys in his hand, chest rising and falling before he reverted his eyes away from her and onto the soft rug she stood on. She forgot he asked a question and dumbly fumbled with her fingers.

Again she looked like a little girl lost in the big blue world ready to cry over the stupidest things, and Henry drank it up. He quickly shoved his keys in his deep pocket and took long strides to her, she froze still.

“Did I fucking studder?” He growled, gripping her chin as he backed her into the green velvet couch.

Such a spoiled thing, he thought, how ungrateful.

She sat with a gasp, chest rising fast with her heartbeat thrumming in her suddenly tight ribcage. She shook her head, a small hiccup bubbling up her throat. Henry moved so quick she swore she would have gotten whiplash as her back hit the seat of the couch. Her legs rose to his chest and her ass was met with harsh slaps.

“No please! I’m sorry!” She cried, trying so hard to cover her cheeks. With fruitless attempts of waving her hands to stop him, Henry’s bigger hand trapped her wrists in his grasp and continued his assault.

Her skin prickled with pain, her frails ending and she took his rough punishment with silent cries and mewls mixed with Henry’s heavy breathing. His curls bounced on his clammy forehead, and with a curt huff he was satisfied with the lesson. But knowing himself, he knew this was just the beginning.

“Who pays for your things, hmm? —Your stupid pretty little things?” He grumbled, pinning her ankles in his armpit, “No, I’m bloody serious! Who?”

His shout made her pant a dry sob, “You d-do.” She whispered weakly.

Henry moved his hands to the seam of her black leggings and ripped roughly at the crotch, exposing her whole self to him and the open air. He didn’t bother to correct her, the answer was good enough and with another slap to her heated cheeks caused her to squeal her answer louder. It was perfect for him.

She tilted her head to look at the older mans face, she’s never gotten punished by him like this and it killed her. It ate at her fragile heart and made her feel terrible for causing his frustration. She desperately wanted to be on his good side; yearned for it like a baby fawn searching out its mother.

“Daddy I—“

“No, nothing from you.” He snapped, his bright eyes nearly eaten by his darkened pupils, making her own eyes clamp shut to let herself believe he couldn’t see her.

She heard his keys jingle before she could open her eyes again, but when she did, they shot open to the rushed and forced entrance of her daddy’s swollen and blunt tip of his cock at her quivering cunt. She gasped loudly at his thrusts, mouth falling open in a broken scream.

“You don’t-“ He panted loudly, her pussy clamping tight around his length, “bite the hand that fucking feeds you!”

His heavy balls smacked against her warmed cheeks, creating a beautiful sound to Henry’s hungry ears. And when he felt the wind from the open door, he made for damn sure it continued to get louder and louder.

“Tell me you don’t want this. Go ahead, tell me you stupid little girl.” He taunted, his cock sliding easily into her drenched canal that made room for Henry to call home.

When she didn’t answer clearly, only in broken moans and garbled whimpers, Henry breathlessly laughed. Her sweet eyes hooded over in a fucked out gleam, her body limp as Henry thrusted deep and rough. All she knew was Henry’s large hands and the way his cock slid so easily into her. The only thing she could do was chant “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” And Henry loved every minute of her broken voice.

He was overly ecstatic of her being broken, watching her look at him like he hung the moon and stars. It was all he craved and he’d do this again and again just so he could see her fucked out face watch him dumbly like a whore. His heavy hand rested on her cheeks, squeezing her them together as he watched her pussy become swollen and red with his undying thrusts.

“You belong to me, got that?” He groaned, tightening his grip on her face, darting his gaze away from the lewd and intoxicating sight of them being connected in such a sinful way.

Her lips trembled as she nodded, at least tried to nod in agreement. He could feel his release approaching fast, the loud slapping matched with the absurdity wet smacks of his balls hitting her. With a loud roar, he tore away from her like she had burnt him, shoving her legs down onto the ground and stepped closer to her.

With his angry cock in hand, glistening beautifully in her honey like juices, he surged himself roughly into her mouth. “Eat it baby, ta-take it all and lemme- see it.”

His voice broke in a rough whine of its own, not being able to hold on for much longer. Though she eagerly took his beaten head into her warm mouth, it was her soft and shaking hands gripping tight around his shaft that sent him over. Henry moaned loudly, growling almost with praise as he emptied everything he had to give into her sweet mouth.

Her jaw let loose in perfect timing, letting him see his cum paint her tongue while his jaw clenched as he let out a snarled pant, approving her obedience. “Good girl. Very good.”

She didn’t know what was up, down, left or right. Her mind went into autopilot as she widened her mouth to show her daddy all she caught. The once mean and rough hand, now softly closed her mouth as his breath evened out and watched her soft throat swallow all his seed. His brows rose in a knowing look, waiting for her to stick her tongue out to show him she took it all. And when she did, like always, he spat down her pink throat.

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truths

Pope Heyward x female reader

Masterlist

Summary: (requested) reader is John B’s sister and is secretly dating Pope, they’ve managed to keep it hidden until John B starts to suspect something during a game of truth or dare

Word count: 1.4k

Warnings: swearing, i think that’s it??, probably some dodgy grammar and tenses

A/N: i always love to write for the loml pope so i was vvvv happy to get this request (sorry it took so long lmao) but anyways i struggled with this for a few days but im okay with how it turned out i think - i hope people enjoy it :)

“Truth or dare?” John B asked Kie, throwing an empty can of beer at her to catch her attention.

“Hmm truth I think.”

“Okay… if the chateau was on fire and you could save all of us but one, who would you leave?” He moved his hand at all of you sitting around the fire.

Nights like these had always been your favourite, sitting with your friends, drinking and talking until everyone got tired or until the sun came up, whichever happened first.

Not all of them were just your friends though, John B was your older brother - only by one year though so it didn’t count in your eyes, but to him he was responsible for you which meant he was ridiculously protective. You could sometimes deal with this, but as soon as it came to boys, if they (or you) had certain intentions he wouldn’t let you anywhere near them which really annoyed you.

This is the main reason why you hadn’t told him about you and Pope dating, he could be happy because he knows Pope but also he doesn’t like to think about you with anyone so you were yet to risk that conversation with him. None of the other pogues knew either - except maybe Kie might have noticed the dynamic change between you and Pope - this meant the two of you were sneaking around, stealing kisses from each other when no one was looking and going on small dates.

You had actually liked Pope for years, but growing up with him meant for a while he didn’t see you as anything other than John B’s little sister, but something had obviously changed in the past few months because he had started acting differently, with more flirty glances and comments being passed between you - leading to you two to start dating.

“Y/N probably because she wouldn’t need me to save her like the rest of you idiots.” Kie smiled at you, making you laugh, especially as the three boys tried to protest that they weren’t damsels who couldn’t save themselves.

JJ interrupted the conversation, “Alright ignoring that Kie thinks all of us but Y/N are useless,” he turned to you, “truth or dare?”

“Dare.” You smile, ready for a challenge.

He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, “Mack the person you think is the hottest in the group.”

John B groaned where he sat, covering his face, not noticing the blush that crept across your cheeks as you glanced at Pope and met his eyes, a small smile playing at his lips.

You heard JJ confidently pucker his lips beside you as you stood up, but walked over to Pope instead, leaning down to meet his face, one hand gently cupping his jaw as you press your lips against his. It takes everything you have not to deepen the kiss, both of you wanting more but being very aware of the whoops from the others and the glare John B is giving the both of you behind your back. So you pull back, his breath fanning over your lips and you wink at him before standing up and hearing back to where you were sitting, unable to control the blush and smile on your face.

Both Kie and JJ made a few comments before getting involved in a dare for JJ to strip off and jump in the marsh, leaving John B to stare at you curiously, almost as if he saw more in that kiss with Pope than just a dare - and you were getting nervous.

Once JJ was back, dripping wet and smiling at his little success you announced that you were going to get some more snacks and drinks, Pope chirping up, “I’ll come and help.”

You walked away from the fire in silence, exchanging glances and smiles, careful not to walk too close as you could feel John B’s following the two of you.

But as soon as you went through the door and into the kitchen the two of you burst into a fit of giggles, Pope wrapped his arms around you, “I think John B might try and murder me in my sleep tonight judging from the look on his face after we kissed.”

You laugh, “Maybe, but at least we have finally kissed in front of him - baby steps.”

Pope moves his hand from your waist and reaches for your face, running his thumb along the corner of your mouth, he says, “Well he’s not here now, so….”

Without hesitating you close the gap between you, your breath quickening as your lips meet his for the second time that evening. His mouth is warm and soft, parting beneath yours, as the kiss becomes more passionate he moves you towards the counter, breaking the kiss for a moment to lift you onto the kitchen side. Once up, you lock your legs around his waist and capture his mouth in another long, lingering kiss, trying to contain the smile that was beginning to show on your face.

“What the fuck?!” John B shouted from behind Pope, the two of you broke away, turning to face your brother who had walked in when the two of you were too involved in the kiss.

“John B listen I-“ You began saying, but was interrupted by Kie and JJ popping their heads round the door, “What’s happened?” Kie asked.

“Those two are macking!” The shock and anger still hadn’t passed off your brother’s face, but both Kie and JJ smiled at the two of you at this revelation.

“Fucking finally, I wondered why you stopped telling me how hot she was bro.” JJ beamed, seemingly proud of his best friend for getting a girl.

“No this isn’t okay!” John B kept moving his head to look at all of you, unsure why he was the only one reacting badly, “She’s my baby sister and he’s one of my best friends!”

“Fuck off JB,” you began speaking, ready to give your brother an earful, “First off I’m not that much younger than you so you can’t act like it’s your job to protect me, especially when I’m the one who seems to keep us afloat.”

His eyes moved to the floor, nodding at what you were saying but obviously guilty about his reaction.

Pope’s arms wrapped around you from behind as you continued speaking, “Listen JB, I love you because you’re my brother, but you don’t have the right to control who I’m with and you should be happy the person I choose to love is Pope, because you know that he is an amazing person inside and out and would never hurt me. Okay?”

He lifts his head to meet your eyes, a small smile playing at his lips, “Yeah okay and I’m sorry for acting like that Y/N,” his eyes glance at Pope, “and you too man, you’re a great catch and I know you’ll treat her right.”

“Alright then, now that that’s all over can we go back to drinking please?” You asked, ready to move back towards the fire.

“In a second.” You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion at your brother as he walked towards you and Pope, smiling when he opened his arms.

Both you and Pope moved towards him, first you encircled your arms around John B’s waist, then Pope followed by wrapping his arms around you both. It didn’t take long for Kiara and JJ to join in on the group hug, everyone laughing as you and your brother were squished and protested for everyone to let you breathe.

After the hug, the whole mood was improved and you all began filing out of the kitchen and towards the fire once again. Except this time you and Pope were holding hands, a weight off both your chests now that everything was out in the open.

JJ jokingly punched Pope’s shoulder, “This opens up so many possibilities for truth or dare now by the way.”

“Oh yeah, I can’t wait to find out what you two lovebirds have done so far.” Kie piped up from where she walked a few steps ahead, smiling as she turned to look at you

John B groaned beside you, “Please no, I’m fine with them being together but I do not want to hear anything about it.”

“We’re definitely gonna have to ask now man and they have to answer - it’s the rule of the game.” JJ laughed.

With that John B chased after JJ, both of them sprinting towards the fire as your brother shouted, “Don’t ask a single fucking thing JJ!”

Both you and Pope chuckled at the scene in front you, then turned to each other to share a quick kiss before joining the others.

Tags: @outerbankslut (ty babes for making me feel better about this the other night)

#pope heyward x reader #pope heyward #pope x reader #pope heyward imagine #outrebanx #outrebanx request #outerbanks #Jonathan Davis #outer banks imagine #obx #obx fic #obx imagine #outer banks fic #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #john b routledge #kiara carrera

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national-nobody-writes · 3 years

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2020 Creator Wrap

2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

I was tagged by the oh so talented @irolltwenties!

Rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought to the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I’m not a particularly prolific writer (WIPs for days, but completed projects? Not so much). Somehow in this hell year though, I did manage to complete more fics than in any previous year for a total of seven new works (~49k words, all on ao3), plus a chunky chap of a long running WIP (~20k words) so I’m actually pretty damn proud of myself! I also made some new fandom friends in 2020 which has easily been one of the biggest delights of the year & has definitely helped my creative momentum, so ty all for that. <3

Counting down from 5, here are my favs:

5. Downtime

I have endless love for JayRoy and it felt so good to finally finish something for them for once this year! All of my past WIPs primarily focused on them ended up firmly in my graveyard folder, including the fic that this one shot was originally meant to be connected to. I liked the way this turned out well enough to clean it up and post it on its own though, so at least now I can say that I have something published for them at last.

(Also it got me back into the JayRoy headspace enough to outline a whole YJ/Earth16 JayRoy fic that I’m excited to start drafting in 2021, so we’ll see where that goes...)

2.3k NSFW; A mix of playful sweet and roughness, just like them.

4. Mirror Image

Bluepulse Week really saved me this year in terms of forcing me to just write, damn it! Did I finish all the prompts this year? Nope. Did it get me to complete a handful of fics that I ended up really loving? Yes. This was one of them.

This fic zoomed into existence entirely out of necessity as an alt idea to a prompt that I had a much longer idea for, but didn’t have time to complete. It then got a positive enough reception that I decided to turn it from a crack-adjacent, passable one-shot to a slightly more developed two-shot by request of one of my commenters. Really, it was writing that second chapter that ended up endearing the fic to me.

6.3k Humor, time travel shenanigans & accidental dating. This fic is the sweetness of teenage crushes, the confusing mess of discovering your sexuality, & laughter with your best friend.

3. Soft Wesper One Shots

Would you look at that, another nsfw piece. Could it be that I’m starting to get to the point where I can look back at completed nsfw fics without cringing terribly? Love that for me.

This fic took me by surprise, tbh. I wouldn’t consider myself a part of the grisaverse fandom (I’m utterly ambivalent toward the OG trilogy & have no plans to read them), but I did fall deeply in love with the whole Six of Crows gang earlier this year to the point of having quite the book hangover afterward, unable to pick up anything else except related fanfic for a couple weeks straight. These fluffy, nsfw scenes were born out of that, and I was pleasantly surprised to see such a positive response to them in the comments. The whole SoC gang has my heart, but the dynamic between Jesper and Wylan in particular got my writing fingers itching.

3.7k Domestic, post-canon fluff & tender sex with flirty Jesper & blushing Wylan abound.

2. Stick With Me

Ohh, I still get warm fuzzies thinking about this fic! If I’m only low-key proud of the first three on this list, this is one I’m legitimately very proud of. I had this idea on the docket already from a convo with @ivyxwrites early this year (or maybe last year? who knows, time means nothing anymore) but used Bluepulse Week as the excuse to finally get started, and I ended up adoring the process of writing it far more than I anticipated.

As much as I love planning out meticulously crafted, plotty stories, sometimes all you want to do is pick some well-loved tropes out of a hat instead and run with them (in this case: stuck in a cabin, only one bed, & heated argument leading to confession). It was freeing to just mess around and have fun with this fic, knowing pretty much right from the get-go how I wanted it to unfold and seeing it so vividly in my mind. It also probably helped that I was writing it for Ivy; it’s much easier for me to stay motivated when creating directly for my friends.

Finishing this was also such a serotonin-filled burst of pure victory for me since, as previously stated, I’m terrible at finishing projects--particularly multi-chap fics, particularly within a decent timeframe.

25.5k A showcase of the essence of what I love about the best friends-to-lovers dynamic. Part character study, part wires getting crossed & uncrossed, and whole idiots to lovers. This fic is the warmth in the pit of your stomach from a yearning made real & the sudden clarity of realizing what you were looking for had already been there all along.

1. The Rest Pt 1: Delicate (Remember Me Chap 4)

Oh, Remember Me. Of everything I’ve ever written, this story remains the one I’m most proud of and certainly the closest to my heart (not to mention the longest running, whoops). The first iteration of the beginning of this story was actually drafted back in 2017, but I walked away from it for a couple of years before deciding to dust it off and try again. It has spiraled into something far bigger in scope than I originally planned for, but I’ve come to love the path it’s led me down so far, and finishing this whopping 20k chunkster of a chapter was like breathing a huge (if temporary) sigh of relief.

This chap was particularly cathartic to write because it allowed for a number of convos between the boys that had really needed to happen, and was finally the ‘getting together’ moment the fic had been building toward for a while. It’s also so sappy I could die, but I will not be apologizing for that, lol. I was really hoping to get Chap 5 up this year as well, but y’know. Sometimes things just don’t work out like you plan for and that’s okay.

Chap 5 does have 17k done already (with prob another 5-8k still to go) & I’m itching to share it, but no sense in rushing if the end result would suffer for it. Luckily, everyone in comments has been kind enough to beat me over the head with ‘take your time, we don’t mind/we’ll still be here!!!’ which I’m immensely grateful for. So, at least the pressure to hurry up and get it done is purely self-inflicted.

Of all my works, this fic has not only gotten the most passionate responses, but has also been the main gateway for me to interact with other bluepulse creators, which has been a real joy. Nothing brightens my day like the essays people leave me over there from time to time after discovering the fic. That kind of engagement is the highest praise, & responding is very self indulgent fun for me (bc, clearly, I could go on and on about this fic & YJ in general forever).

54.8k total so far (WIP). Bart & Jaime’s relationship journey from beginning to ‘current day’ (aka the moment the fic begins), using amnesia/memory restoration as a framing device. The high highs and low lows of first love, navigating a 3 yr age difference, and the long, winding road from best friends to lovers as the years roll on. Slow-burn-adjacent (in terms of both the boys’ relationship to each other and reader’s relationship to the fic bc of how long I take between goddamn updates).

Tagging @ivyxwrites, @incorrectbatfam, @paintingwithdarkness, @bluepulsebluepulse

#writing #fanfic #dc #young justice #bluepulse #jayroy #wesper

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4: Tell me about one of your abandoned WIPs. Why did you abandon it?

Usually abandoning a work is because I'm not sure where to go with it. All abandoned works of mine need a rewrite for obvious reasons (a few years have passed and my writing has changed, in both style and level of skill), so... there's that. The one I'll talk about is RRT. It says 'on hiatus'; this is a lie. I'll be changing that tag soon when I feel emotionally ready to do so a;lkgaj;slkdg god damn it.

62 186 wasted words, Published: 2016-12-06, last updated: 2018-03-25.

That's 3 years. It's abandoned. God damn it.

So. Where did I go wrong? Why'd I stop writing it?

Well, first off; I left it too long. I can take a year to write a chapter, but if it takes me a year to start writing a chapter, It means I've forgotten all the shit I didn't write down about where I want to go with something. My work ethic is poor and my planning skills are poorer, so.... whoops. It's something I'm working on now, but I really didn't know what I was doing back then.

Another thing Is power creep. I kind of had an Idea :tm:, but not exactly where I was going with it. Have a looksies at this comment, which I think is accurate;

'Frankly though u story is good its stiles and malia are starting to sound less like themselves and more like how u want them to be and how u view them. Espeically that scene with stiles talking about angels age when there was plenty of that in teenwolf. And again vamps are just as tough as weres and u that shadow stiles again again makes it sound like every dark xander mary sue fanfic . I can see great potential in ur story if u stay away from some of these things ive stated. Not trying to insult u.'

I was fifteen at the time of writing, so it explains some of the issues (kind of ooc, incorrect power balancing, etc.)

For example, in response to the comment;

1) Correct. I wasn't happy exactly with their characterisation in the show at the time, so I just went whatever way I wanted to. This is not really great practise, and it's made things a little awkward for me in terms of continuing the fic.

2) There was an unfortunate amount of statutory r*pe in both fandoms. Stiles was not very nice to Derek about it, and he was the victim, so canonically Stiles is a piece of shit and I'd probably slap him, but ic, the commenter's right. Nobody would give a crap about Angel being (some-hundred-and-)26, while Buffy was 16. God damn it. Hate that shit.

3) I can't say for sure whether TW's weres are the same strength as Buffy's vamps. But they're certainly not stronger than buffy herself, and I didn't keep that in mind. Whoopsie.

4) yeah, it does kind of sound like every dark!xander mary sue fic. Whoopsie.

5) That last line was very pleasant, and I made sure to thank them for it when I replied.

So, there's some reasoning. If I were to redo RRT, I'd change a few things. Probably put them in a different season, change the power levels, and I'd update the characterisation to match how I currently portray them. There are a few elements I do still like, of course. Stiles and Theo's dynamic, Stiles and Malia, Peter's general existence/presence within the fic. Making Giles act a little more responsibly after a wake-up call could've been handled better, but I do enjoy it. Buffy/Faith. Avoiding the cheating storyline. WillOz. Xandelia. Etc, etc.

'"I was supposed to get the claws for Malia, so she could depower her mother. She knew they might kill her, but didn't seem to mind all that much."

"Alright," Stiles allowed, "Say that's true. Those are the glowy blue claws, right? What do they do?"

"Steal power," Theo said. Informed. "They take power from a supernatural to give it to the supernatural who's wearing the claws."

"Alright," Stiles said. "That sounds dangerous in the wrong hands. Were you planning on using them?"

"... Yeah." Theo admitted. Properly, this time. Genuine.

(He's going to have to lie to make up for it.)

"Who were you going to maybe kill?"

"I was going to do it when it wouldn't kill them," Theo said. "A specific moon. It powers down the supernatural aside from Chimeras, since we aren't really supernatural beings in that sense."

Stiles' lips twist, mockingly amused. "Bet you like that, don't you?" He said. "Being a fake magical being that could die at any second."

"That's where you're wrong," Theo said, grinning to himself in the dark. "I'm the first Chimera. The first one to work. I'm no failure."

Stiles pulls his lips between his teeth and then - "Depends on who you ask."

Right. Theo supposes Stiles would consider Theo a failure. A failure as a friend, a failure as a brother, a son, as a person that could care about anything except himself.

But that's from Stiles' perspective. Over here, on Theo's side, the same could be said for Stiles.

(Maybe if either of them had said or done something, all of this would have turned out different. Or maybe it wouldn't, and they'd be here still, but more bitter. Maybe - in a world only Theo would imagine - It would be Stiles that was 'locked up' and Theo with the significant other who'd run away from a 'mistake' he'd made.)

(Theo's the only one who thinks it's only Theo that imagines that scenario.)

Theo sighs and looks out the window. It's late, still - really early morning - and he shakes his head.

"It's late." He says. "You should get some sleep."

Stiles didn't look all that great (in comparison to how he normally looks, which... well -), and Theo...

He's not sure. He cares, he supposes, in a roundabout way. He wants void Stiles, that's for certain, but he wants Stiles to want that, not to be possessed again. If he's tired, if he's weak, then maybe that would happen. Who knows here, who knows in a world like this one, with strange demons and vampires and all manner of creatures wandering the streets.

Theo cares. He doesn't like that, of course - but he does. They were friends once, these two. That's not easily forgotten.

(And maybe Theo thinks of him in a way that's vastly more complicated than friend. The way that means he doesn't want Malia and Stiles as a package deal, the way that means he's honestly just jealous of Scott.)

(But that's speaking in strictly maybes. For Theo... well. That wouldn't help, is all. It would hinder.)

See, some of it's salvageable. I kind of like that. Anyway! Yeah. That's it. And that's why. :)

#ask game #thank you!!!

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One Bad Trip || Luis & Skylar

Timing: Late at night, January 15th, 2021 (Takes place several days before this chatzy)

Location: Deep in the Woods

Tagging: @ontheluis & @theskyeandsea

Description: Luis and his friends had a chill little bonfire night in the woods. Skylar makes it decidedly less chill.

TW: Drug Use, Addiction, Body Horror, Violence

The night air whipped Skylar’s hair around her ears as she ran through the woods. Her feet moved of their own accord, gliding across the forest floor with ease. The constant pressure of her hearing aids were gone, she didn’t need them, didn’t care if she couldn’t hear. Because why did she need to hear when she could feel everything like this? The pills, the vials, the cigarettes, the everything coursing through her veins, it made her feel more alive than she ever had. It was better than anything, better than Bliss. Out of the corner of her eye, Skylar caught sight of a flickering brightness in the midst of the inky black of the night. A fire? Or lamps? She couldn’t tell, but she could see shadows that looked like people. Her teeth, free of their veneers clicked together as she shifted from one foot to another, weighing things. She shouldn’t… but she wanted to. And if she wanted to, she would. Skipping through the forest, she popped up next to the small gathering of people, peering at them from behind a tree. “Hi.” She said with a dazed smile on her face.

Luis lifted pale and unfocused eyes at the newcomer’s greeting. The werewolf was clad in only a pair of faded jorts and an addled smirk. He stirred from where he sat by the fire to wave at Skylar, eliciting grumbles of protest from the similarly stoned young men and women who’d fallen asleep against him.

Luis inhaled deeply, letting the warmth of scented smoke sink in till the pleasant heat seemed to slide down his throat to unknot something deep in his dug. The werewolf’s senses, usually keen to the point of being painful, were mercifully dulled and fuzzy around the edges. The campfire was both right by his bare feet, but also impossibly distant, shining like a lighthouse of shifting colors on some far shore of the forest.

“Hey there,” Luis managed finally, looking up at Skylar as another young woman ran rainbow fingernails through his hair. Luis took one more drag on the roll and handing it to his companion, and started to play the guitar again.

Soft chords seemed to rise to mingle with the camp as they wafted over the scene of relaxed debauchery.

“You with Emilio,” Luis asked, apparently mistaking Skylar for someone’s late date.

Skylar watched the way the smoke trailed through the air, thick and cloying as it hang in the cold winter air. It looked different from the cigarette she’d smoked… before. That one had been thick, with smoke that coated her throat with a taste that was unmistakably like that of the night sky. Pulling her hand free from the tree, Skylar made her way towards the group of people, looking at the man who’d spoken to her. She didn’t know who Emilio was, but she wanted what they had-- it looked sweet and mellow and her heart was pounding in her ears, far, far, far too fast. She wanted to be like them, lying on the ground, sleepy and content. She should have taken the Daverin, should have let the numbness override the wild manic high that was cresting in her blood. “Too late, too late,” She muttered to herself, not realizing she’d spoken out loud as she ran a hand through her hair. Darting forward, Skylar plucked the joint from the other man’s lazy fingertips and smiled at them. “Nope. Not with anyone, no.”

Several dazed hands reached from the joints, most not coming even close to Skylar as campfire partiers just grasped at the mydriatic haze in their vision. Mumbles of protest came from the tangle of relaxed bodies, but it was Luis that managed to actually stand from among them.

The young werewolf regarded Skylar with a conflicted air, arm reaching back to scratch the back of his head as thought sloshed slowly. Everyone was welcome. It was no big deal.

But there were other less human thoughts in Luis that instinctually recognized the offness in the newcomer.

She was a threat.

But Luis pushed that primal part of himself away, despite it having saved his life over and over. “Hey like...like..you know,” Luis scrunched his face, trying to focus on a single train of thought. “You don’t have take stuff…,” he made a grab for the joint. “Just be chill and you can hang with us.”

Taking a long drag from the joint, Skylar let the smoke settle in her lungs. It should hurt her throat, it should burn, but it felt as though there was sunlight being shown on her insides. She smiled as she let the smoke stream out of her nostrils and stared at the lit end of the rolled joint. The little ember between her fingers was hot and bright. Looking over at the boy who’d spoken up, she tilted her head at his words. “Mmmmm, I don’t know about that. I don’t want to chill.” She paused before taking another hit, the end of the joint glowing an even brighter red. “But you can chill if you want to.” She said before pressing the burning end hard against the skin of the boy’s hand.

Duuuuuudeeee

The exclamations of his campmates were soft faraway sounds in Luis’ ears. The stranger’s features snapped into telescopic clarity as Luis’ senses sharpened past the drugs and focused. The fingers on Luis’s burned hand distended as fingernails bent into talons.

“Why did you...shit”

Luis tried to reign in that anger, to push it back down. He focused on that hand, slowing his breathing, inwardly begging it to fade back to humanity.

“Oh no..”

But hallucinogens had numbed Luis' will, and robbed him of any dynamism that could fight against the Shifting. It was like trying to pull back on a dog’s chain with greased fingers.

The struggle went into free-fall as lupine eyes lifted to regard Skylar, illuminated to electric blue with reflected firelight. Luis’ last human words, begging for everyone to run, were choked off by the sickening crack of a human jaw splitting into a fanged maw until all that came out was a low snarl.

Skylar didn’t even notice the way that Luis’ hand began to shift in front of her, she was too focused on the way that the smoke filled the air, the scent of weed and burnt skin mixing together. It was a strange smell that clung to her lungs as she inhaled it. Her eyes slid back into focus over the boy-- oh. “Oh, that’s bad.” Skylar said with a burble of a laugh, her hands coming up to cover her mouth as she watched the boy in front of her shift and change, his bones cracking and breaking until there was a feral shape snapping at her. “Whoops, whoops.” She giggled again and began to back away, her feet light and floating over the forest floor as she slipped through the trees.

As she ran through the woods, screams echoed behind her along with the sound of bones and flesh giving way to ferocious jaws. Skylar laughed to herself as she ran, giddy with excitement. But, in the back of her mind, there was another emotion that she didn’t quite have a name for, whispering faintly in her ears. She brushed it aside as the screams reached their crescendo, her meandering path through the woods illuminated by the watchful glow of the moon above.

—- — —-

Cold wane light filtered through bare branches as winter morning dawned through the woods. The pain of his naked skin on the ground’s forenoon frost stirred Luis to dim wakefulness. There was a familiar bone-marrow deep ache that came after shifting, letting Luis’ sinking heart know what he would see even before groggily opening his eyes.

There was always the temptation to just keep his eyes closed, a childish impulse to just deny reality.

The burnt timber wisps of lingering campfire smoke mingled with the acrid coppery scent of cold blood and burst innards. Strips of meat with the texture of beef, except sweeter and softer, lingered in Luis’ mouth.

Coughing those red chunks out of his throat, Luis opened his eyes to see the half eaten faces of revelries staring back at him.

#p: obt #p: luis martinez #wickedswriting #tw drug use #tw addiction #tw body horror #//as always if youd like a tw free recap just let me know!

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theintentioncraft · 3 years

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To continue supporting content makers, this tag game is meant to show the entire process of making creative content: this can be for any creation.

RULES - When your work is tagged, show the process of its creation from planning to posting, then tag up to 5 people with a specific link to one of their creative works you’d like to see the process of. Use the tag #showyourprocess so we can find yours.

I've been tagged by @lordbelacqua (thank you Dea! <3) to talk about Backlead aka: that one Masriel fic I wrote where I got massively carried away...

Rambling/essay under the cut - fair warning, it's a long one!

Okay so first of all just a little disclaimer that Backlead did not follow my usual writing process - the idea was 110% borne out of self-indulgence and it was also both my first foray into HDM fanfic and my return to fanfic as a whole after a long hiatus from writing, so for me this was really a chance to just get back into the swing of things. Everything from Heavenly Guard through to Swansong and all of my current WIPs follow a more structured process and I'm happy to discuss any of them in a separate post!

PLANNING: I tend to find with my fics that I either have a nice little timeline of events planned out pre-writing or I have a very specific event in my head and I just take that and see how things unravel from there and Backlead was 100% the latter.

All I had in my head initially was the ballroom dance scene and so a lot of my admittedly-minimal planning was around the technicalities of that particular section, as well as some of the more general details e.g Marisa's outfit, the setting of the ball, etc. Planning the dance was the most fun part because it was a chance for me to put a lot of my dance knowledge to good use and think up something that fits the back-and-forth way in which Marisa and Asriel frequently navigate their encounters. In a way though I'm actually very glad that a lot of this fic Just Happened instead of being planned out, sometimes it's nice to just run away with an idea!

MUSIC: This gets its own section because this is one of the most important things in my process. Every single fic I write is written to various pieces of music that just help me to put myself in the right headspace for whatever I'm writing at the time - sometimes its just a single piece of music (I wrote Swansong in one hour with just one track from the Unforgotten - a TV show in the UK for those of you not familiar with it - soundtrack on repeat) and sometimes its entire playlists. I do love geeking out about my music choices for fic writing so happy to talk more in a separate post about music for some of my other fics if anyone's curious!

For Backlead I found a couple of playlist-vids from the lovely raviolae on youtube that really worked wonders for my writing. This comes with a disclaimer that I did not necessarily attribute any of these specific songs to either dance scene and I wanted to leave that open for people's imagination - but it's still brilliant vibes for thinking about two once-lovers-now-enemies trying to one-up each other whilst ignoring how much they still find each other attractive.

The two playlist-vids in question are here: you're stuck on the dance floor with your rival and find out they're an annoyingly good dancer and you're dancing with your rival and both of you want to lead

WRITING: First step every time is to figure out who's POV I'm going to cover because that makes a major difference in the way I'm going to write. Characterisation is the big thing for me and there's nothing I love more than to really get inside a character's head and basically think like them, and figure out what makes them tick and how they'll react to the story I'm putting them in. With my initial idea for Backlead being basically about the subtle power dynamics of a ballroom dance, Marisa felt like the natural go-to for this one and I found it much easier in this instance to write in her headspace than in Asriel's.

I wrote this fic in a very out-of-order fashion. The first dance (the slower, waltz-style dance) was the first part I finished, then I did as hinted at above get very carried away and move onto the section in the hallway, then I went right to the start and covered the entire section leading up to that first dance. Then I revisited the hallway scene because I wanted to rework it (the initial version was planned to be more explicit and involved less dialogue - but I wasn't comfortable with writing out the former at that time and the latter got changed by way of me having a sudden burst of dialogue-themed inspiration). The second, more set piece style dance came last in terms of the 'major events' that I wrote purely because I spent a lot of time racking with my dance knowledge to try and make it work in a way that didn't feel forced.

My final major writing stage is to write the 'transitions' between each major part - small pieces where nothing particularly noteworthy happens but it helps the fic to flow from one conversation/event to the next and also sometimes allows me to sneak in a bit of characterisation that I couldn't fit in elsewhere.

Along the way I often leave sentences half-finished with a bracket indicator so I know to go back to it later or I make little notes if I've added something in that needs explaining earlier in the fic, and I make sure to sort those parts out before I jump to the self review/beta reader stage. A couple of examples are below:

Although sometimes this method does also annoy future me too 😂:

SELF REVIEW/BETA REVIEW: Whenever I finish a fic, it gets put away for a day or two and I stop thinking about it completely - if I'm using a beta reader (usually @thatlavanderbard but I sometimes enlist help from friends on discord), I'll send them a copy of my draft at this point so they can start going through and leaving comments for me to work on, but the idea is that when I go back to my work a few days later I'm looking at it with semi-fresh eyes and can properly sift through each sentence to make sure things make sense.

When I'm self-reviewing I generally tend to follow this order of operations: spelling/grammar check (via docs') -> flow check (making sure any deliberate time skips/POV changes/etc in my fic flow smoothly from one part to the next) -> address beta reader comments (because they almost always pick up on things I myself would've picked up on anyway) -> general detailed final read through to make sure I'm happy with every single line and it all makes sense.

Backlead didn't get a full beta read because I had hit a point with it where I just wanted it up ASAP and my impatience got the better of me, but the rest of the above self-review stages still happened and I still spent a fair few evenings going through it properly and also running the occasional sentence or two by some helpful discord friends if I didn't like the way it flowed but couldn't quite figure out how to remedy it!

POSTING: First step was to reset my AO3 password because I forgot it yet again whoops

On a more serious note this part is pretty straightforward - once I'm ready to post a new fic I generally just go on autopilot for this part of the process (other than when I get to 'additional tags' and immediately get brain freeze...). As soon as it's up on AO3 I swing by here to make a post about it, then swing by discord to drop the link to friends who may be interested in reading it and then I normally nervously scuttle away from my notifications for a while out of fear that people hate it lmao.

That last part was especially true for Backlead because of it being my first trip into HDM fanfic and I always get extra nervous when posting my first fanfic for a new show/game/etc. Thankfully I got quite a few nice comments both on here and on discord that provided good motivation to stick around and post a few more things!

I always panic when asked to tag people lmao but I'll tag @fortheloveofwii for any part of the Onward, Onward series, @lyracordelia for any chapter in Hiraeth or the fic as a whole, and @glassrunner for this absolutely gorgeous gifset of beautiful game soundtracks. Please don't feel like you have to do this if you don't want to though!

#stel talks #showyourprocess #y'all thought i rambled in my fics just look at me rambling here #i'm hoping this makes sense!#it was nice to dive into how my brain works when i try to write things #my writing

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