#i'm still getting used to the present-tense tho

[anundyingfidelity]

I'M A RUIN — Soldier Boy/Ben (Part IV)

Series summary: After the events of the Seven Tower, you present Grace Mallory a new secret project you're working on already to develop a cure to Compound V. The only problem? You need Soldier Boy for that.

Pairing: Soldier Boy/Ben x female reader.

Word count: 2.8k.

Warnings for series: set after S3 (spoilers), some OOC!Ben, some depressed!Ben, angst, hurt/comfort, eventual smut, slow-burn, language, PTSD, reader has Compound V (she's no Vought supe tho), Soldier Boy being an usual asshole, reader is a fucking liar.

Warnings on this chapter: Reader's parents are fucking irresponsible and disgusting people, mentions of a dead parent, Homelander!!!! (he's a fucking warning), sexual assault (touching, kissing, etc.) and some after thoughts, you know the usual questionable stuff on TB universe, Ben's point of view and presence=red flag.

Notes: more about reader's past in here! And just want to add that this is how i imagine her suit on this chapter. I'm also using a lot of inspo from Sue Storm of the Fantastic Four because I love her, so yeah. And thanks so much for reading it means a lot to me! ^^

this fic tags: @k-slla @syrma-sensei @mostlymarvelgirl @cheynovak @drasticemotions @blacknoirr @deans-spinster-witch

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Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V | Part VI | Part VII | | Part VIII

GEN MASTERLIST! — SERIES MASTERLIST!

Part IV: Countdown

2009

"Spectrum, turn around, please," the lady on the other side of the camera ordered.

You did as she told, turning slowly and showing a complete view of your suit. Made of unstable molecules, the suit was your best creation at the time. It was all white with black details, and finally you had something covering your whole body that'd turn invisible when you commanded. Your boots were the same, specially built to disappear and blend with your powers when needed.

"Great, show us what you can do," the woman said.

You nodded, your heart beating so hard on your chest. You didn't want to fuck it up. Not for your mother. She was the main reason why you were there in the first place. You took a deep breath, with eyes closed you raised your palms at your chest level and created a force field around your figure. The force fields you learnt to make over the years of self training were like gigantic bubbles that allowed you to float around if you said so, and they protected you or anyone or anything they were covering.

The camera, the couch, the table, and any single thing you found in the room were now surrounded by the fields, lifting them up a couple of feet from the surface. And once you thought it was enough, they landed slowly on their place, the fields vanished just like the one around yourself. Though the lady on the other side didn't seem amused or surprised.

"I also turn invisible," you said for the first time after your personal presentation was over.

"Go on," she plainly answered.

And within seconds, you slowly disappeared from her sight. The fabric of the suit faded away.

"I created this special costume to turn invisible without, you know, being naked," you commented.

Still, there was no clear answer on the face of the woman. She was just busy taking notes and filming your audition with the steady camera on the table. She said nothing, her eyes glued to her writing. Disappointed, you made yourself visible again.

"That's impressive!"

You gasped. It was that voice you heard so many times on TV. His steps came closer and he stopped by your side with a smile on his face.

"Homelander," the woman called with a wide, fake grin. "You weren't supposed to be in here."

"Just passing by, wanted to say hi. I'm really amazed by you, darling."

You tried to smile the best you could. But you were so tense and flustered now that he was in front of you. Your childhood hero, coming to see you at your audition. Even before you got a clear response from Vought. It felt like a dream. Any child had dreamt of it at some point.

You grew up with him and the Seven. He was one of the reasons you forgot every single problem and responsibility your dysfunctional, selfish family put you through from a young age. To them, you were just a doll to play with and show off. The perfect daughter. But seeing the Seven was totally different. You wanted to be like them. Too sad this part was also linked to your mother and her self-centered shit. If only...

"Thank you," you barely answered with a soft voice, looking down on your boots.

"I've been out there, hesitating if I should come in, since you created those force fields. Wow!" he praised, making you chuckle. "You left the door open on purpose, didn't you two?"

All you could do was chuckle again, you felt your cheeks burning at his banter. He smiled along with you before turning his eyes to the lady.

"Hey, Greta. Can you leave us alone for a moment?"

"But I have to-"

Homelander chuckled, cutting her words. "Absolutely no, I can continue for you. Remember?"

Greta, as he called her, swallowed thickly and her eyes switched between you and the supe. "Sure, sir."

She lifted herself up from the chair, took her things and went out. You noticed the camera was still in place, that meant it was still rolling.

Once the door closed. "So..." he began, walking a circle around you. "How'd you create this... costume of yours?"

"Well, I like science," you nervously smiled, playing with your glove-covered hands. He passed by your face this time and paced around one more time. "It took me a while to figure out how but I did something with the molecules, created my own patent of the matter and did this complete costume."

Homelander stopped at your back. He hummed. "Smart. Tell me..."

His pause made you answer what he was looking for. "Spectrum."

"Spectrum, why do you want to be part of the Seven so bad?"

Homelander dragged your alias with a dark voice, one that replaced the long warm and welcoming tone he had with you at first. You licked your lips, anxious and out of words. Once behind your figure, he angled himself so close to one of your ears that you felt his hot breath on your skin.

"So? I know you have something to say, dear."

"I- I just want to help others... Do what you guys do..."

The next thing you felt was the supe's strong body pressing on your ass. You gasped loudly as his hands grabbed the sides of your hips forcing you to fall back against his chest.

"Go on," Homelander whispered.

One of his hands roamed over your stomach slowly, right under your breasts, and you were absolutely caged on his grip. You took deep breaths, closing your eyes as he touched you over the suit.

"I- I know science, I told you. Also I can help the team w-with new inventions of my own... Create technology t-to fight very bad threats," you stuttered.

"Mmmh, yeah, I like the sound of that," Homelander chuckled against your neck, his lips tracing soft and unwanted kisses on your skin.

"Please- ah!"

He harshly pushed you against his groin. Your breath caught in your throat at the feel of his crotch. This wasn't what you thought it was. This was not what your mother signed you up for.

"Tell me, did your father know how much of a fucking slut you are?" Homelander hissed, his hand cupping your covered breast.

Something inside you emerged at his question. His touch was disgusting and it was making you sick and the mention of your father, your dead father, made it even worse.

"What do you know about him?" you asked in a dark whisper, still planning your next move.

Deep inside, you were scared of Homelander, it was a new face he had yet to show to the world.

"Just the basics, honey," he said plainly, forcing you to walk with a grip on your arm. The supe sat on the couch and pushed you to his lap. "He was quite the rich man, Edgar knew you'd be a great deal to the company, well, your money of course."

You let out a gasp. "What?"

"Honey, he was one of our most valuable shareholders," he playfully answered, his hands cupping your cheeks.

And it clicked. Your mother supported your dream just because she'd still be getting profits from Vought. The firm was now under her name, and she needed something more to strengthen the relationship between Vought and your father's inheritance. The fucking witch. And then, your father. He was the one financing this piece of shit sitting between your legs. Were all supes like this behind their masks? If so, fucking crap. Everything you believed in was bullshit. A circus. And they clowned you so well. And above all, the sickening man that had been touching you without your permission the past endless minutes...

"Oh, poor thing, you didn't know," Homelander's intense blue eyes widened when he immediately noticed your confused, blank face.

Your eyes filled with tears and still, you refused to cry in front of the asshole you once admired.

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you here with us," he smirked. His fingers on your neck, feeling your pulse. You closed your eyes so hard, your nose wrinkled and you held back a sob when his hand added pressure around your collar. He leaned closer, his lips finding yours in a sloppy kiss as you tried to resist his touch. "So fucking useful," Homelander whispered against your lips. He gave you that mischievous grin of his. You shivered. "I can't wait to ruin you. Every single inch of you."

The same past memory of Homelander haunted you the next day. The way you found out about your father's business with Vought and how the supes showed their real faces was the main reason you were here now.

You remembered you had to hit Homelander as hard as you could to escape from him and use your force field to protect yourself before running away and leaving the tower, fully invisible. Not that it was a great help since Homelander had a lot of abilities with his vision, and he could hear the beating of your heart miles away, but for you, it was worth the try. It was a surprise he didn't follow you that day. Instead, Vought got a new deal with your mother for the budget and you hated that. You cut all communication with what was left of your family after that day, knowing it could've been so much worse.

Homelander and Vought, however, were after you now. And he was a difficult face to forget. Not only because he was faking everything from the public but because Vought was after your father's money. And deciding to step away from all the illegal stuff they did, you left for college. Science was always a part of you and it's what got you here, under Grace Mallory and the CIA, doing different jobs you were not so proud of, but now, you were looking for a cure. It was all that mattered those days, until you found out that your mother had been experimented on during her pregnancy. A fucking lie. That's what your life was. That's why she cheered you to go to that stupid audition and fell into the hands of that monster at twenty-three years old.

The thought of your father supporting the horrid things Vought and the Seven did for decades was unbearable, and since Homelander's visit the night before caused those memories and nightmares to be back. It took a great effort to get out of bed and come to work that day. You'd make sure to compensate yourself for it later. But now, you were in a hurry to your daily session with Soldier Boy. You saved your phone in the pocket of your trousers after checking the time as you walked down the aisle, grabbing tightly the report of your patient with your other hand. Well, thirty minutes late wasn't nothing.

"Doctor!" you heard a female voice running towards you in the halls that made you turn on your heels. It was your young assistant.

"Hey, Bianca. What's wrong?" you asked as you noticed she was a little out of breath.

"We ran another test. The supe survived," she blurted, handing you a tablet that you didn't take. Sometimes the change in the results was minimal.

"That's great. Any significant improvements?"

"Well, just minimal effects. Right now some fever, fatigue, dehydration, and uhm, low pulse."

You sighed after another illusion. "Right. I don't think those are minimal effects, Bianca. Please check our patient and see how the powers are working. Run blood tests, all tests you can and then you can provide me the results. I'm a little busy right now."

She nodded with a shy smile, looking around subtly. "Sure."

You smiled back as best as you could. "Anything else?"

"No, it's just- I see you go this way a lot," Bianca pointed to the direction you were heading with her gaze. "That's Soldier Boy, isn't he?"

Your brows furrowed. "Why you ask?"

"Nothing, well, my grandpa used to talk about him all the time," she giggled. "I was just curious, sorry."

"No problem. I get it. But I really have to go, please make sure those results are on my desk by the end of the day," you ordered kindly.

"I will."

"Thanks, Bianca."

With that, you gave a last smile and began your walk again away from her, slower than before. For some reason something was off since you entered the building. It felt different. Totally weird. For the record, since Homelander threatened to have your head off, you paid twice the attention to your surroundings and the people around. You didn't know if there was something big planning right now in front of your nose. You just walked a couple of feet when you felt someone following behind, that was probably watching over you. In a swift movement, you turned on your heels but no one was there. The aisle was empty.

Bianca was already gone and almost no one would wander on this wing of the building, for obvious reasons. With caution you resumed your steps, telling yourself that you were not going insane.

"Robert Singer and I have been hard at work bridging the divide between the human and Superhuman communities. I've seen that divide firsthand in my three years running the FBSA—"

Ben scoffed, taking the TV controller to turn the screen off. "Bullshit."

He stood in the middle of the room with nothing but a towel hanging down his hips after taking a shower, taking the last smoke of his blunt. He grew tired of waiting for you, so he just took a shower and now, everything on the fucking channels was the stupid campaign by Victoria Neuman being supported by Vought and the fucking brat he was supposed to call his son.

With a deep breath, he finished the weed and threw the remains on the ashtray over the new coffee table. His mind started to wander away, realizing he had been a little calm the last couple of days after he almost blew up the fucking place to the ground. Inside, Ben knew your words and actions were a lot of help for the small sense of serenity that started to grow within his chest after that moment. Absolutely that was something he wouldn't admit, ever. But if he was to say, he was actually relieved.

Taking a look around, his place was not that big of a mess. You were certainly used to his clothes around the floor and the sofas, so it wasn't really important. What he found annoying though was you pushing him to read the stupid books and write down his feelings. He wasn't going to do that. If you were there to medicate him, so be it. He wondered why you took so long to do it. Probably he should be stoned enough to not feel anything. That was fucking better.

Just as he started to go over his mental plan to get the hell out of your prison, the door opened. He smirked at your sight. As always, an useless armed man standing behind your figure. You dispatched the guard and stepped inside Soldier Boy's place, the door closing with a loud sound.

You stopped your tracks just a few steps away from him. He noticed your eyes tracing his half bare body in a quick motion, before turning to his face with an arrogant smirk on your lips.

"See something you like, sweetheart?" Ben teased.

With a light chuckle, you held your head high. "Don't be delusional, it's just basic instinct."

"Believe me, I fucking know that," he snarked, taking over your figure with his green eyes the same way you did before. "Basic instinct."

You rolled your eyes. "So," you sat down in your usual place to start the session, making a pile of three of his shirts in the empty space. "Make yourself decent and then we can continue."

Ben took some sweatpants and a shirt from the floor and started to dress himself in front of you, without much care. He smirked as you turned away your gaze to focus on the report lying on your lap.

"You're late," he remarked, taking his own seat once he was done with his clothes.

"Yeah, I had some things to do," you mumbled going through the pages. "But I see we can start now."

He took a deep breath, staring into the distance. "Don't make it boring."

You grimaced, looking back at him. "Can't promise that."

Ben sensed a playfulness coming from you. Could it be that, after recieving your comforting words, he was seeing another side of you? Like the side that would actually trust him, because you still arrived. You were sitting in front of him. You were with him, in the same fucking room where the sun was far from getting. Yeah, you were there but he was too full of ego to bring his walls down again. He wanted to convince himself he wasn't vulnerable. He knew he was more than that. He was Soldier Boy, the man who had to stop Homelander and his fucking kid.

He smirked. "Well, sugar, I can ask you to try."

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[venus616]

I- OKAY, THE STREETS FIC DESTROYED ME😭😭😭! Sooo i had this idea where both peter compete who'd get her pregnant.....but ofc there's no way to know cuz they're identical but it's just very very exciting iykwim

(this is first time me requesting it lol, I'm sorry if it's awkward)

Feel free to ignore if you're not comfortable with this tho <3

not awkward at all!! i had fun playing around with this :) i just can’t believe how much y’all are feeling this double peter parker shit omg djjfnfjnjd

the bet (streets ?.?); {tasm!peter parker}

Pairing: tasm!peter parker x f!reader (you can interpret this as any peter parker if you so please)

Summary: in addition to this oneshot, this ask and in response to this even hornier ask

Warnings: established relationship, smut, vaginal fingering/sex, still dubcon (dubious consent) bc reader is unaware of their intentions, breeding kink, unprotected sex, squirting, oral sex, 18+, NSFW, can this count as kinktober?

Word Count: 4.2k (only smut (LOL))

A/N: okay let's pretend that they decided to live together and that logistically it makes sense… then this is my take on the request

ALSO just to make reading this easy: multiverse!peter is past tense + the shower; husband!peter is present tense + the kitchen counter

previously: streets | the aftermath

Living with two Peter Parkers was not necessarily the dream you’d thought it’d be. Sure, it was really convenient when you needed help around the house and one was busy patrolling, but it seemed like it was of more use to them when they got to have you to themselves a s individuals. 

Through this living agreement, your husband didn’t mind you sleeping with his inter-dimensional self, which was only right since he practically begged you to let him stay despite knowing the feelings he had harbored for you. 

But what you didn’t realize was how intentional every single time they came in you was, since it was something you never minded, in fact preferred or encouraged.

“But I’m so tired,” Is what you whine out when you turn off the stove, knowing that Peter wouldn’t be able to leave you alone unless he fucked you senseless at least once, or five times, tonight. 

You noted to order takeout later instead of cooking since he was so adamant. 

You could feel his hardon from behind and his large hands were engulfing your sides. You arch your backside onto his crotch and hear a soft moan escape his lips and know it’s your husband. He was a little more submissive than his counterpart. 

Especially compared to how he treated you earlier today, it could only be your Peter peppering your jaw and neck in kisses, rubbing your ass through your sleeping shorts and grinding up against you. 

Almost in juxtaposition to how the other Peter had your back pressed against the cold wall of your shower, thrusting hastily inside of you while your legs remained wrapped around his hips and his hands carrying you by your ass. You almost feel bad for how loud you were being from his brute force, only muffled by how your head would dip into his shoulders while your arms wrapped around his neck. 

Your body gets hot thinking about it, especially reminiscing the steam of the shower dizzying you first thing in the morning. You were initially alone until you looked through the screen door, seeing a figure of Peter, not knowing which one even when the towel dropped. 

You made space for him to get in and stepped back closer to the shower head, faced towards where he’d enter, picking up the soap to lather him in. Once he stepped in, you knew it wasn’t your husband for the lack of tattoo, thankful he didn’t end up getting it after all. 

The water began to hit him, and it was a delicious sight that you focused on as the bubbles began to pile up on your hands. Instead of asking for the soap you were about to offer him, Peter got on his knees and pulled your leg to rest on one of his shoulders. Your lips parted, feeling the hot water begin to hit your back from the new position and feeling his mouth ghost your pubic area. 

You throw your head back at how his mouth latches onto your core, lapping up your folds while rubbing onto your clit with his other hand. His tongue had already memorized you, running up and down your entrance while your clit rolled underneath his thumb. You reached down to run your fingers through his hair but ended up pulling at it when the pressure on your clit increased. 

You’re brought out of your memories when you feel the current Peter trail his hand down your shorts to examine your wetness and play with your clit at the same pace. You’re breathy when you shake out of your distraction and feel his hand play with you. 

“Did you hear me?” He asks. You shake your head, turning your head slightly to look at him hanging his head in the crook of your shoulder, still kissing your collar. 

“I said,” He chuckles lowly, almost as if he knew what you were thinking about, “but I miss my wife,” He’s high pitched and breathy when he repeats himself, inserting his large fingers, both the index and middle into you making your body curl into him. 

Your hand clutches onto his much larger forearm that remains on your stomach, clutching at your flesh to keep you in place and your shirt above the seam of your shorts for easy access. You feel his wedding band and lace your fingers with his all while shuddering at his quick and skilled movements. You bite your lip embarrassed at how quick your pants are. 

“I thought you like sharing me,” You rasp out, feeling Peter’s fingers thrust and scissor into you effortlessly. Your wetness coats his fingers easily from the attention he was giving you and the memories of how you started your day.

Peter nibbles on your ear before lowering your shorts further on your hips with his free hand. “Sometimes,” He reminds you. 

You let out a soft sigh, liking the honesty. 

The possessiveness.

“Other times,” He starts while curling his fingers further into your pussy, the wetness dripping out onto his palms. “I just want you filled up with my cum,” He reminds you, before inserting another finger. You become almost too sensitive and recoil in his grasp, almost tightening your legs around his hands before he stops you. 

“And only mine,” He continues, growling in your ear knowing you’re close by the way you’re clenching around him. You struggle to hold it, feeling the familiar tension in the pit of your stomach while Peter’s cock flexes against your back. 

“Mhm,” You nod in understanding, being held against his body for dear life only to get you to stop squirming under his touch. 

“Cum for me baby,” He exhaled, getting just as impatient as you. You held tightly onto his arms for leverage and clenched around his fingers, feeling more than stretched out for whatever he had in store for you tonight. You feel yourself continuing to pulsate around nothing when he removes his hands and pulls your shorts down, pooling around your ankles. 

You step out of them and remove your shirt, revealing yourself to be entirely bare. You arch your back over the counter, feeling especially bold when you lift your knee over the granite to make it easier for him to enter. (Not that he ever had an issue before)

He grins before lowering the waistband of his sweats and raising his t-shirt to reveal his aching cock to line up to your core. He slips in with ease and you moan immediately, encouraging him to go deeper when you lean forward. “Fuck me Peter,” You breath out, with your hands clutching at your counter top. 

“Such a filthy mouth,” Peter taunts. You scoff out a humorless laugh when you remember how the other version of himself said the exact thing earlier, it almost felt like deja-vu.

When you recall it, it was when he had first slammed your back against the wall, causing you to curse out in pain and impatience. But in Peter’s defense, at the moment you had the mouth of a sailor. It didn’t help that he entered into you while you were still sensitive from your first orgasm, caused by him eating you out like you were his breakfast. 

“You’re so mean to me,” is what you responded with that morning. You shook your head when you said it, pouting a little hoping it would make him feel inclined to go a little softer on you. 

Your hands wrapped around the back of his neck desperately, while he rocked his hips from beneath you, still causing your back to grind against the tiles behind you. 

Peter leaned into your ear, arms fully flexed from hiking you up to fuck you like there was no tomorrow. You couldn’t help the quick moans escaping your lips at the sight of his body underneath the water. Feeling his cock hit the depths of your pussy each time he thrusted felt like torture, knowing you couldn’t do much in return while in this position. 

He continued to moan in your ear before meeting your forehead with his own, making you keep eye contact with him. He smiles before he says it, the shower water turning lukewarm when it hits your sides. 

“Only because you make it so easy,” He grunted out before thrusting particularly hard into you. You whimpered, feeling your body jolt from his strength. 

The water dripped down both your faces, and you admired his dark glare into yours while the droplets streaked down his hair. You went in for a passionate kiss, clashing onto his face and holding onto his shoulders while he almost bruised your thighs. 

You ignored how uncomfortable it was being held against this wall because of the pleasure that came with Peter practically splitting you open. He repeatedly hit your cervix making it harder for you to bite back the screams that would surely be heard by your husband.

“You look so good bouncing on my cock like this,” He praised, detaching himself from your desperate kisses. You nodded, locking eyes with him and ran your hands through his wet chocolate locks. 

“Gonna look even better with my cum inside you,” He added before going back in for a kiss, getting sloppier with his thrusts. One of his hands latched onto your breasts, rolling your nipple in between his fingers. 

You didn’t pay any mind to it until your husband echos the same thing the other Peter did earlier. 

Peter pulls your neck back to his chest while you’re still clutching on the kitchen counter and whispers into your ear, “Gonna have my babies,” he continues. 

You’re brought back to reality when your breathing is compromised under his touch. When you inhale a large gasp he lets go so you can lean forward to arch your back, laying your hands flat against the counter. 

Peter then holds onto your hips to maneuver you to repeatedly slam onto his pelvis, the loud smacks echoing in the kitchen. If you thought better of it you’d be embarrassed at the idea of his other half walking in on this scene but you then realized that’s probably part of the thrill for Peter at the moment. 

“Babies,” You repeat, barely of a sound mind still not understanding why they sound identical today. 

“You’re taking me so fucking well,” He grunts out, “I wanna knock you up,” He adds right before sending a sharp smack to your ass. The ring left an imprint on your ass that you’d never get used to. You yelp out a whimper from how it shot sensitivity right up your spine and into your abused core from all the orgasms throughout the day. You swore these boys were fucking with your tolerance at this point. 

“Knock me up?” Peter doesn’t miss that it comes out as a question and drags your body to come back up at its previous position by your breasts, massaging the both of them while your back is pressed up his chest again. 

Your hands are over his hands, playing, almost teasing your boobs while he questions you in your ears. “Do you wanna have babies with me?” 

You’re caught off guard by this. Obviously it was one of the many things you spoke with Peter about before you two got married where you agreed that if the time was right, it would happen. But in the greater scheme of things, it just seemed a little abrupt to bring up. Still, you were so intoxicated off of him all you could do was nod, turning around to meet his eyes lustfully. 

“Yeah?” Peter’s eyes lit up, his thrusts getting sloppier when you moan out what is barely a ‘yes’ through a heavy “Uh-huh.”

When you turn back around and close your eyes, all you can see in your head is earlier today when you watched Peter fuck you from the angle he held you in the shower and the string of curses that escaped both your lips when you were close. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight, I’m gonna get you pregnant in no time,” Peter muttered so low you almost missed it. You were too distracted to say anything though, mostly because you weren’t necessarily opposed to it when you were being fucked so well.

All you remember is that your breasts felt like putty in his hands, similar to now, and he took advantage of it in this position as they were practically begging for his attention. 

He raised you a little higher from his cock and lifted you up from the wall, knowing he didn’t need the support. Peter then slammed you onto his hips, making you throw caution to the wind and yelp out. 

“Peter,” You tried moaning out for him to slow down but he doesn’t listen as his teeth latched onto your chest now. You sensitivity was at an all time high now, feeling sharp shots of pain sent through your nervous system when your nipples were being suckled on top of being fucked senseless.

“Let go, let it go for me,” He begged you when he felt the frequency of your clenching pick up. He relished the feeling and started to slow down as your movements stuttered throughout your body on top of him. When you felt his cum shoot into you shortly after, he fucked it into you until you started to feel his cock soften. 

Peter eventually relaxed on your tits and looked back up at you inbetween the valley of your breasts apologetically, as if to say that he couldn’t help himself. 

He finally let you step back down on your own feet but you could barely stand. He supported you by holding onto your lower back but his fingers found his way to your folds and fingered you. You instinctively flinched from the overstimulation but he forced your legs to stay open. 

The cum that ran down your thighs, he managed to fuck back into you through his fingers, but you didn’t note it as he engulfed you in a kiss as soon as you were able to stand up on your own. It was cute to Peter really, you sounded so desperate for him to be gentle, clueless to the entire ploy he and his other self cooked up. 

Still unaware while your husband’s pacing starts to get sloppy, the smacks filling the air while your lower stomach feels tense.

“Peter,” You cry. You’ve lost track of the amount of times you’ve been getting fucked in the last week alone, it almost felt like you were in more pain than pleasure. 

“I know, just hold on a little,” Peter grunts before thrusting even harder a few more times, “longer,” His voice is getting unsteady, you know he’s close. You try to fuck back again knowing it’s one of his bigger weaknesses, seeing how your ass bounces onto him. Peter felt the force of your ass meeting his hips and looked down, knowing he was a goner. 

Seeing the skin of your cheeks ripple off of his and onto his cock so perfectly, while feeling your desperate cunt clench onto him was more than enough. His deep moans praise you while he couldn’t form coherent words, obviously drunk off of your movements. 

“Cum in me baby, give it to me,” You rasp out and turn back around to meet his eyes, knowing that would really send him over the edge. 

“Fuck,” He says it repeatedly, while he thrusts a few more final times. You can feel his hot cum shoot inside you, cock pulsating in your sensitive core which just makes your knees shake but you remain still, or rather, Peter makes you remain still. He moves himself only slightly, trying not to let too much cum seep out and you shake your head mostly out of exhaustion, but also out of disbelief. 

When he fully slips out of you, he repeats Peter’s earlier motions to keep the cum inside of you. You barely have the energy to lift yourself up from the counter and just crave the warmth of your husband. 

Eventually you manage, and then you kiss him gently, while he smirks. You pull away, tiredness written all over your confused expression. 

“What is it?” You ask, fully turned around to face him. 

Peter shakes his head, but what you didn’t know was that he was thinking back to a conversation he had with his other half the other week. 

Peter thinks you read his mind, but it’s really because you finally had enough reason to ask as they lack subtlety: “Care to tell me why you and the other Parker have baby fever all of a sudden?”

He only grabs your smaller hand in his, before leading it to your stomach and rubbing it. “Why, you don’t wanna have my baby?” He pouts, obviously deflecting the bigger question. 

“Of course I do,” you roll your eyes at the accusation before removing both your hands from your stomach.

“I just want to know why now,” You clarify before sitting at the counter. You feel how sore you are when your hands find their way to your cunt again. 

Looking down at how your fingers trace your wet folds, mixed with your cum and his, you ignore how Peter is watching you, cock twitching at the sight of your spread legs and left over sweat trickling on your boobs. 

His eyes flickered from the sight of his cum seeping out of your pussy back to your eyes, still figuring out how he should answer. 

Peter watches your middle finger graze your clit and how your body reacts to the feeling. He loves how sensitive you are. His cock is already half hard watching how your fingers collected the cum that seeped out of you. 

You eventually look up at him and you catch his eyes darken. Round two is about to happen. 

“We have a bet,” He lets the words run together on his tongue, before moving the heels of your feet to the edge of the counter.

There’s a couple of things that go through your mind when he says that while he continues to readjust your body.

One being that you’d definitely have to disinfect this counter before you go to bed tonight. Second is the conclusion that you really can’t leave two Peter Parker's alone together for more than 24 hours. 

“A bet?” 

You know you shouldn’t be as calm as you’re being about this. At least from a rational standpoint. However, none of the decisions made up to this point were rational. 

“We love you so much,” 

Here he goes, you think, 

“We just wanted to see who could get you pregnant first.”

Oh.

When Peter closes the distance between your bodies and kisses your neck you know he has easy access to fuck you. Once his cock is standing against his stomach again he readjusts your legs, one around his waist and another over his shoulder. 

It would’ve been more of a pain if you weren’t used to being put in less than comfortable positions for him by now.

You inhale sharply, trying to be mad at him. “Peter,” You try to say as his hands remain on your hips. One of them snakes back down to his cock to realign with your entrance, and he shoots back up an apologetic look to you, reminding you that you were no match for his brown eyes. 

Either of them really. 

You both hiss when he re-enters you effortlessly but you repeat yourself. 

“Peter, you can’t be,” You moan, but try to keep your voice steady. You failed but you weren’t backing down now. “Fucking serious,” You stutter when the curse leaves your mouth, mostly because of having to readjust to his size at this position. 

He has a guttural groan that shoots arousal down to your core the moment it hits your ears. “Ungh, I, fuck,” He quickens up his pace, obviously not listening to you. “I know but hear us out,” Peter dips his head into your shoulders, kissing the sensitive spots of your neck as if it would make the situation better. 

“Regardless of what happens, we'll take care of you,” He whimpers. His thrusts get sharper when he picks back up his head and your jaws are both slacked at the new pace. 

You’re looking at where your bodies meet while Peter is focusing on your flushed out face, motivating him to go faster. 

You shut your eyes out of the pain mixing in with pleasure, also frustrated by his attention, biting your bottom lip to stop the flow of curses from flowing out. 

Peter studies your reaction and almost feels bad.

Almost.

“You feel so fucking good around me, I can’t help myself,” Peter adds, cooing into your face when his forehead rests yours. You pinch your eyebrows together and shake your head as if to disagree but he only shakes his head with you. 

“We can’t help ourselves,” He corrects, panting along with you.

“Pete,” You whine, arms wrapped around his neck as he fucks you on the edge of the counter, and you can feel him reaching so deep into your cervix repeatedly it makes you want to scream. 

He notices it and starts pulling out far enough to tease you, just to slam back into you. If he wasn’t careful enough you’d definitely hit your head on the cabinets.

You cry out from his increasing speed and feel your thighs burning up from the snapping of his hips against yours from this angle. 

“You’re so fucking good to me,” Peter says, he almost sounds like he’s about to cry when he thrusts into you. 

“Good to us,” He adds, still slamming against your sensitive, sopping pussy.

Tears threaten to spill out of your eyes when you feel how deep he’s going inside of you, feeling his balls smack against your cunt.

Peter notes how you tighten around him when he says it, and decides to use it against you. He brushes stray hairs behind your ear before continuing.

“You’re our good girl,” His hands find his way to your throat, gently holding it while you try to stay still as his movements only stretch your leg further. He uses his free hand to hold onto one side of your hips

You whimper and nod, knowing he already won. 

“I’m your good girl,” You repeat, hardly audible from your lips from how hard it is to speak.

“So fucking good,” He reaffirms and matches his thrust to every syllabus in that statement and you feel like you could almost pass out. You don’t even warn him, immediately cumming around him and mewling out at how abrupt the tension snapped in your stomach. 

You look down and realize there was more than cum being released and that a viscous, clear liquid was trickling down the counter and all over his t-shirt, the liquid glistening over his lower abdomen and still hard cock. 

“‘M sorry,” You gasp out, “I couldn’t help it,” your voice is hardly above a whisper. Your chest is heaving from how much energy that took out of you, but Peter was just surprised to see that you were so overstimulated you squirted. 

His eyes only light up with mischief before he goes back and inhales you into a kiss. He holds his cock to enter your pussy and his hips stutter at the wet, hot feeling before slowing down. He removes himself off of your lips to grunt into your shoulder, telling you he was close. He quickly  shoots a smaller load than before into you. 

Seeing you surrender to him, feeling your heat suction around him with no warning, added onto how how fucking hot it was for him to see you squirt onto him? It’s no wonder he came immediately. 

He leans in to kiss you again, this time you’re too exhausted to return it with the same passion. Only gently kissing back while his tongue begs for entrance.

Peter reaches down to rub your clit to garner a reaction and you part your lips out of over stimulation, but you immediately reach for him to stop. Your hands lace when you do, before you meet his eyes again. 

“Too much.” You shake your head, knowing you didn’t have it in you to say more at the moment. 

He grins and chuckles at your fear before listening to your objections.

You pout and furrow your eyebrows before your hands reach down to cover your cunt, closing your legs to tease him. 

“Don’t be mean,” You remind him. 

“Sorry, baby.” He leans in to kiss you again, without the foreplay and this time you let him in. Only caressing your scalp, to help you lean into the kiss. 

Soon after, he swoops you up over the threshold to take you into your bedroom for the night. You yelp out but he covers it up by smothering your face in kisses. You giggle your protests all the way through before you bounce on the shared bed he threw you on. 

And while you struggle to believe that either of them thought this bet through, you let Peter cum into you as many times as he wanted to that night.

#peter parker #peter parker fanfiction #peter parker fic #tasm!peter smut #tasm!spiderman x reader #tasm!peter fanfiction #tasm andrew garfield #tasm!peter x reader #tasm!spiderman x you #andrew garfield smut #andrew garfield x reader #andrew garfield x female reader #andrew garfield x you #tasm!peter parker #tasm!peter one shot #peter parker smut #peter parker oneshot #andrew garfield peter parker #peter parker x reader #peter parker x you #tasm!peter parker x reader #peter parker x black!reader #peter parker x black reader #dark!peter parker #dark!peter x reader #dark!peter parker x reader #dark fanfiction #dark smut #the writing’s on the wall

[kpchrs]

I think between shippers (and this is me saying this, an outsider to both ships) there’s Def the nagging voice saying “Coriolanus sucks irl” in everyone’s mind

So that’s Def a part of the civility in my opinion. Like why fight when the main guy in your ship is the worst guy alive. Bonding moment IG lol

LMFAO You are so right, Anon. Bonding moment for real. As some people in the post's comment said, "we both share the toxic blond" and also "we're trauma-bonded".

But I think it's not really a nagging voice. We all know Coriolanus Snow fucking SUCKS. If you compile all of my thoughts about him from everywhere, the majority is me clowning on him actually. I want to do violence to him.

It's funny, and I'm sorry for the out of topic, but this...wish makes me fantasising about a "Coriolanus Snow & Conscience!Reader" Crack AU. I've told some of my friends but just for fun I will tell a little bit here:

Okay, the premise is right in Chapter 1, we the readers/the fans whatever you wanna call us, get inside his head and it's up to us to try to put him on a good(?) path. (Emphasis on TRY.) Or actually, it's just an excuse or catharsis for us, especially me, to clown him in his head tho, because his thoughts are so deranged, yeah? It will be fun to mock him, tease him, and "scold" him, and we will bicker a lot, and he can't do aaanything about it.

So it's like this (below has some real excerpt of Chapter 1 of the book [page 3-4] but switched to present tense):

This morning he went to her room at daybreak, only to find both his cousin and the shirt missing. Not a good sign. [...] He thinks of people putting a price on her. With her long, pointed nose and skinny body, Tigris is no great beauty, but she has a sweetness, a vulnerability that invites ab-- NOOOOOOOOO! WHAT ARE YOU SAYING ABOUT YOUR OWN COUSIN?! The voice -- scream -- comes out of nowhere and echoes very near in his ears (inside him?). To say it surprises Coriolanus is an understatement. Grabbing on air, he fails to stop himself from slipping and falling on his bottom.

Lol.

I'm not sure I want to write it because writing, even more in English, is daunting, but it's really fun to think about. It will be on the Snowbaird route, though. I imagine we will follow his love story with Lucy Gray, but I think...we will unfortunately fight over her.

LOOK! At Lucy Gray's arrival, The Voice screeches annoyingly loud in his head. It's my girl! Even after weeks, Coriolanus still hasn't decided if The Voice is a crazy part of him or an entirely separate entity somehow attached to his mind. However, the possessive term it used tugs the wrong string deep in his chest. Whether it makes sense or not, he hisses at it, 'She's not your girl.' The brief silence that follows is the most peace he gets these recent days. Oh shit, you are jealous. 'I am not.' You totally are. Just like with Billy Taupe. C'mon, I'm inside your head. I know. 'I am not.' Listen, Coryo-- 'Stop calling me that.' --just accept that Lucy Gray is everyone's girl, okay? She's my girl. She's not really just yours. 'Who in the Gem of Panem is everyone? Who even are you?' I can't tell you that. It's against the rules. 'What rules?!' Uh-uh, still can't tell. Give it up already, Coryo. Coriolanus is losing his mind. He has had a talking creature inside his head for weeks and it is just now he truly feels he is losing his mind.

Lol. Writing is hard, huh. Okay, I'm not sure this is categorised as a character & reader fic now that I used third person, not second person pov, but eh xD

I'm willing to talk about it more though, if anyone is interested!

Thank you for the ask and the space to bullshit, Anon!

#thg #tbosas #the hunger games #the ballad of songbirds and snakes #idk what to tag this #coriolanus snow #snowbaird #lucy gray baird #crack au #kris on crack #kris got asks

[canirove]

In The Name of Love | Chapter 27

Author's note: I was going to skip this chapter because it totally is a filler one that just helps the time jumps to not feel so big, but after Pedri's injury yesterday and seeing his face on the bench, I think we could do with something a bit light-hearted where he is just horny and like Val says, thinking with his 🍆

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Masterlist

I hate Christmas

What happened now? 😂

The kids' performance I'm done with it 

I thought your kids were great

And they are But since this year I'm also helping with other groups, I'm having to be present during all the rehearsals, and some have to repeat their performances over and over again and 😩😫

Poor Val 😔

Yes, poor me 😭 And today they told me I have to wear a Mrs. Santa costume!

Uuuh, sexy 😏

I work in a school, Pedro 🙄

And?

I'm not going to wear what you are thinking about

Which is? 😏

Something very short

Yeah, your legs are amazing and the parents would pay you more attention than to the kids

🙄🙄🙄

You can wear it for me, tho 😏

Maybe for bed when you stay over at my place for Christmas 😏

Yes, while your family are there 🙄

It's a big house, they won't see anything

Or hear 😏

Stop thinking with your 🍆, Pedro

Too late

Now I need to see you wearing a Mrs. Santa costume

Gonna see what they have on Amazon

Idiot 🙄

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"Merry Christmas, gorgeous."

"Hello, Pepi."

"Seriously? I welcome you with beautiful words and that's what you say in return?"

"Sorry" I shrug.

"Ok, come here" Pedri says, closing the door and pushing me against it before kissing me.

"What was all that about?" I ask when we finally manage to break apart, both of us panting.

"We have a couple of hours on our own before my brother and my parents are back, and since you won't want to do anything while they are here, I want to make the most of our time alone."

"Oh, so that's why you told me to come early…"

"Yes" he smirks. "So, without further ado…"

"Pedri!" I laugh when he throws me over his shoulder.

"We can't waste our time, my love" he says, slapping my butt. 

"Just don't drop me down the stairs, ok?"

"Never. I've got you, Val. Now and always."

"Getting cheesy before you rail me?" I laugh again.

"You know me, I can do both" he says, slapping me again.

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"Don't fall asleep, Val."

"I'm not."

"I can hear you snoring already" Pedri says.

"I don't snore."

"Ouch!" he complains when I twist his nipple. "That hurt!"

"Good" I say. "But if I'm falling asleep, it's all your fault."

"Mine?" he chuckles.

"Yes, yours. You are running your fingers through my hair and you know how that makes me feel."

"Should I massage other parts of your bod… Ouch! That seriously hurts, Val!"

"Then stop being an idiot" I smile, moving to rest my chin on his chest and look at him.

"So mean."

"Don't you say that you like it?"

"Yeah, but when it is just words. I can't feel my nipple."

"Aww, poor Pepi. Are you going to tell your mummy?" I tease him.

"What I'm going to do is not give you an early Christmas present I got you."

"What?"

"I'm sorry, Valeria. You are grounded."

"I'm what?" I laugh.

"Grounded."

"Will you forgive me if I do this?" I say, kissing his chest.

"No."

"And this?" I say, moving to kiss his cheek.

"Nope."

"And what about this?" I say again, kissing his jaw while my hand moves down his stomach.

"Nothing."

"Then why can I feel your body tensing?"

"I don't know what you are talking about."

"Are you sure?" I whisper in his ear, biting his earlobe and touching him all at the same time.

"Bloody hell, Valeria."

"Am I still grounded?"

"Yes."

"Yes, I am grounded, or yes, you like what my hand is doing?"

"Both" he whispers.

"Ok, then I'll stop."

"Don't" he says, grabbing my hand and opening his eyes, the intensity with which he is looking at me making me gasp.

"Make up your mind, Pedro" I manage to say.

"You are gonna keep doing what you were doing, but with my present."

"What?" I say as he leaves the bed.

"Remember our conversation the other day?"

"We talk daily and about the most random things, Pedri. I need you to be more specific."

"When you complained about the Christmas performance."

"Oh, that one. What about it?"

"Remember what you said about a costume?"

"A cos… No. No, no, no, no."

"Yes" Pedri smirks, walking back to the bed with a Christmas bag.

"You didn't."

"I did."

"I don't want it."

"It's a present, Val. You can't say no to it."

"Yes, I can."

"You haven't even seen it."

"But I can imagine it."

"And can you also imagine everything I can do to you while you wear it?" he asks, arching an eyebrow and giving me that smile that he knows makes my knees feel like jelly.

"I…" I mumble.

"We still have like an hour left until my family arrives and we have to start getting ready for dinner. So put it on and let me give you the best orgasm of your life."

"What?" I laugh. Though it comes out as a nervous laugh.

"I mean, I've given you all the best orgasms of your life, but you know what I mean. C'mon, Val. You won't regret it."

"Ok, fine. But no photos" I say, finally giving up and taking the bag from his hands.

"Just one."

"No."

"Please, Val. Let me have something to look at during those lonely nights when I'm away."

"You already have things to look at" I say, walking towards the bathroom.

"But not like this. And it's Christmas! C'mon" he pouts.

"Doing that face is cheating, Pedri. You know I can't say no to it."

"Please…" 

"Ok, fine. But just one photo, so you better think about what you want."

"Oh, I know what I want. I have it all planned" he smirks. 

"You are so…"

"Handsome? Romantic?" 

"Idiot."

"You call me that so often that it has lost its meaning, Val. Now it feels like a cute nickname."

"Urgh" I groan, rolling my eyes.

"Less complaining and more putting on that dress. We can't waste our time."

"But what if they come early and they catch us…"

"Having sex while you are wearing a Mrs. Santa costume?" 

"Yes, exactly. Don't you hear how stupid it sounds?"

"What I want to hear is you moaning my name. So c'mon, Val."

"Wasn't what we did enough?"

"Val…"

"Why don't we save it for after Christmas? You'll be even hornier than you are right now, and it'll be more… interesting" I say, slowly walking towards him. "And we can do it all over the house, not just here in your room."

"Do you have anything in mind?" he asks, arching one of those perfect eyebrows of his.

"I have a few ideas, yes" I reply with a cheeky smile. "So let's go back to cuddling and leave this for when it is just you and I."

"That is so tempting…"

"A really good plan if you ask me" I say, wrapping my arms around his neck. 

"Ok, fine. We'll save the costume for after Christmas. But can I at least get a quickie before they arrive?" he smiles, trying to look innocent.

"One."

"Just one."

"Don't get carried away, Pedro."

"I won't, I promise. We'll even have time for some cuddles and even a shower."

"That's too quick, isn't it? What about… shower and then cuddles?"

"And the sex?"

"In the shower" I smirk, letting go of him and taking a step back.

"Oh… that sounds really good."

"I know. Shall we, then?" I say, throwing the bag with the stupid costume to the other side of the room and taking his hand.

"Let's go. But one last thing."

"Now what?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Merry Christmas, Val" he smiles.

"Merry Christmas, Pedri" I reply before he once again throws me over his shoulder, making me giggle like an idiot. 

#pedri #pedri gonzalez #pedri fanfic #pedri gonzalez fanfic #pedri imagine #pedri gonzalez imagine #football fanfic #football imagine

[raelle-writing]

DFF episode 5 thoughts:

Rambling some thoughts about the DFF characters, spoilers possible so I'm putting a cut

Jin - I was surprised that it seems like Jin isn't one of the bullies, I thought for sure he would be. Unless he's REALLY good at hiding how manipulative he is, he seemed to genuinely like Non (as a friend, I think) and wanted to befriend him. Especially since he fought back to his friends when they shit-talked Non... but then the question comes up, why is he friends with them if they're nasty and he's not? And why was he surprised at the way they talked to Non? Is he new to the group? Why did they accept him?

Tee - This episode made me a bit more sympathetic to him but also made me dislike him more at the same time? Because on the one hand he's in a really awful position where his uncle his using leverage of withholding the money Tee needs to help his sick father, and threatening to cut them off if Tee doesn't help with his criminal enterprise. And at the same time, Tee was so nasty and manipulative to Non I still had a hard time sympathizing with him. I'm interested to see how he and White got together, and if things with his dad resolve.

Top - Hated him, but I wish we'd gotten more depth. He doesn't seem to be part of the core of the friend group. He's just a mouthy hanger-on that doesn't have much beyond that, but I'd imagine his home life isn't good either since that's the direction the show has gone for the rest of the bullies.

Por - I felt bad for him, ngl. He had Regina George running the school vibes, but then his home life is tense. His mom babies and spoils him but his dad seems to disapprove of his entire life, and only care about Por as far as it extends to the dad's image. In the preview for the next episode, we see Por getting hit by his dad. It makes sense to me why he became the bitchy bully popular kid, since he has money but not love.

Fluke - He seemed to be part of the core of the group but also really quiet? Like it seemed like Tee, Por, and Fluke were the original three friends and the core of the group since they were the ones to convince Tee. But beyond that scene, Fluke seems really quiet and reserved. He's also the one to show disapproval of Tee and Top bullying Non and blaming the camera breaking on him, but he doesn't say anything about it or back up Jin.

Non - I wonder about him. He was presented as an entirely innocent victim this episode - but is he? He's taking medication for mental health issues, clearly. What kind? It is possible that he eventually snaps and causes something bad to happen... he shows s*icidal tendencies this episode, so is it possible he goes all the way later because of some of the bad stuff that Tee dragged him into? Or maybe he snaps and tries to hurt someone? I don't know, I'm interested to see what happens next. Currently I feel bad for him and wish the others would leave him alone, but we'll see if that changes over upcoming episodes.

Keng - Creepy. I liked him up until he pushed a ride on Non even tho Non didn't look like he wanted it. Now I wonder if he spotted a lonely, isolated kid and easy target and is harassing him... he could be the ❤️ in Non's phone. Idk but I don't trust him.

Questions I still have:

How did Keng end up dead? IS he really dead?

How does Tee's uncle play into all of this, as well as the money laundering with Non?

Did Non commit s*icide, did someone kill him, or is he still alive?

How does the politics and money laundering play into the broader plot?

How did Non end up going along to the vacation home when Por clearly doesn't want him to be there?

How does the cult play into all of this, if it does?

Are the present boys being haunted, or is it hallucinations? If it's a haunting, why did Top try to kill Jin when Jin was the nice one to Non, unless something goes wrong later?

Does Non like Jin? Does Jin like Non back?

Who is ❤️ in Non's phone?

How does the group not know if Non is dead or alive? Did his family never report him missing? Do they think he's abroad? What's going on there?

#more questions than answers but I absolutely love it #I love not knowing what's going on #and I love all the complexity that each character has #super interested to see the next episode #DFF #dead friend forever #DFF episode 5 #DFF the series

[0keny]

"Can I request some angst between alpha earth! Gekko x reader.

When the alpha version of (y/n) died of illness and she was Gekko’s friend with whom he has feelings, it tore him to pieces that she died in front of his eyes while he was holding her hand.

Now back to the present, Gekko was fighting a new agent from the omega earth and when he saw a familiar face it bothered him the most. This version of (y/n) was the opposite of his (y/n), which is a menace. (similar to jinx from arcane?)" - Requested

THIS MADE ME SO SAD, it's a great idea, but omg bro, this just... Made me cry while writing it. Loss is hard to deal with but this situation is just a punch in the gut. (Also I didn't know if you wanted to stay anonymous or not I'm sorry aaaaa)

"Glimpse of us"

Gekko/Mateo x GN!Reader

Song: Glimpse of us-Joji for the first part, (duh ajsjsj)

2 song: Dynasties and Dystopia-Denzel Curry

CW: this is just depressing. Use of guns, crying, mentions of death, mentions of depression, mentions of ED'S.

This might be very triggering to some, specially for those who have lost someone. Pls read at your own discretion, take care of yourselves and spread love. ♡

Viper warned everyone mixing love and business, specially in your line of work, "don't get too close" she said, but once KJ and Raze started, it was kind of hard to stop a bunch of young adults from doing what was only bound to happen.

Everyone knew the risks, still did it anyway.

But your hands were cold, rigid and tense. That was the only thing going through Mateos head at the moment.

He could hear the cries of all the other agents gathered around the room, but they sounded so distant, so fake.

HE was supposed to protect you, the love of his life, but nobody saw this coming, not you, not him, not even Sage.

The machines around the hospital room beeped, he didn't wanna believe it. This was not real, you were fine, you were just having a bad day, right? This is not happening, this is just not possibl-

"Mijo..." Reyna said, interrupting his obsessive train of thought, gripping his shoulder tightly and wrapping her other arm around his waist from behind. "Lo siento."

When it finally hit him, he couldn't stop the warm tears from dampening his face, they wouldn't stop, they didn't stop. He shook his head, gripping your now limp, cold leg over the sheets, repeating curses and prayers in Spanish, hoping, praying this was all just... Some sort of twisted joke.

It wasn't.

You really are gone forever, he thought to himself.

After that the days and weeks blended together, everyone was worried for him, he's was the one that took your loss the hardest, but can you blame him? You were his everything.

He lost his appetite. Boba tasted so disgusting in his mouth now, the chewy bubbles wich made him so incredibly satisfied now were disgustingly gooey. Video games were incredibly dull, boring and difficult. Everything he once shared with you just felt... Wrong. The only thing he even remotely enjoyed was skating, it felt like he finally got a chance to breath whenever he went out, specially at night.

One day Sage and Brimstone came to talk about the situation with him, recommended him to see a specialist about it and very reluctantly, he did.

Some time passed, everything felt a little brighter, Viper, to the surprise of everyone, helped Gekko get a little memorial up in your honor, for everyone to see at the protocol. Everyone started acting calmer, more cheerful, the environment was more chill and lively than ever and even tho they lost someone very important, it felt like a storm had finally passed. Some days were still hard, but knowing (Y/N) they would of liked to see everyone move on with their lives.

Everything was pretty quiet for a while, missions where going good, it seemed like Gekko could finally turn the page and move on. Until a certain mission went south.

For a few days, the protocol had been planing to retrieve a big load of radianite from omega earth and they would of succeeded on getting it back if it weren't for a mysterious person giving the agents hell.

"Fast, aggressive, unpredictable" were the words Kj, Neon, Phoenix and Jett used to describe this person, some of them were incredibly angry, asking brim to send them again so they could have a rematch with this so called "threat", but he refused, opting to send Harbor, Omen, Reyna, Fade and Gekko to scout the area better while Cypher and Kj tried their best to learn anything they could on the new omega earth agent.

The day of the mission finally came and at the death of night, all the agents appointed to the mission moved, silent and slow.

There were helicopters on top of them, scanning the perimeter but failing to spot and stop the Alpha team from infiltrating what it seemed to be a once bright and loud city, reduced to nothing, as it was now used as a radianite storage facility.

Mateo's eyes where playing tricks on him, he could of swore he saw a figure moving in the shadows, but Fade assured him she didn't sense anything but his fear around.

They split into teams, Reyna was gonna scout the main entrance to the small city, Harbor and Omen were gonna go to the site now named "A" and Fade and him would go to the site "B", trying to find any valuable information of the last apparition of the new agent and their radionite.

Everyone scattered, taking their positions. Everything seemed normal, as normal as an alternate reality goes, until Fade seemed more quiet than normal.

Gekko tried his best to get a hold of her, searching for trails she might of left behind, calling her name through the ear piece, but he had nothing. Panicking, he called the everyone, frantically communicating to everyone how he just lost fade, he was assured help would come shortly, he sighed a breath of relief, but it was short lived.

His eyes landed on a dark figure looming over what seemed to be Fade, in the ground, with a gunshot wound to the left lower side of her abdomen.

The browned eyed man pointed the gun towards the black figure, wich it seemed to take notice of.

"Drop your weapons! You're surrounded." He said, knowing full well that was a lie. The figure moved, putting their hands on the air. "I said drop your weapons, slowly."

"How about this, pretty boy..." the figure finally showed their face, pointing two gun barrels directly at his forehead, revealing your face, for the first time. "YOU drop to the ground, call your friends off and then we'll have a deal"

He froze

His precious friend

The love of his life was once again in front of him. Emotions flooded his mind. Sadness, confusion, nostalgia, happiness.

You looked so different, what happened to you?

You looked almost unrecognizable to him, if it wasn't for your face looking over all the same, he would of confused you for someone else.

Millions of tiny pieces of memories he tried to blurry blurry deep inside his mind came crashing down at him, like a million little needless just pricked him right in the heart.

Time seemed to freeze and through all the noise surrounding his head, he heard you say:

"You afraid of ghosts?"

A loud bang was all that was heard around the city after that.

Thank you for reading! If yall want apart two I'm down, also, I did this like, in two separate days Hswjjrkfkc, I hope you like it! C:

The end is kinda cringe don't even say anything 'bout it or I'll cry

#gekko #gekko x reader #gekkoandyou #gekko x you #valorant #valorant fic #gekko fic #gekko angst

[bellafragolina]

Hi! Could I request drabbles for Raihan, Leon and Piers (my three swsh husbands hehe) getting into a big argument with their s/o and then saying something super mean they immediately With a fluffy ending tho please! I live for the hurt comfort >:3

You got it, hon! Hurt and comfort and my bread and butter! Coming right up!

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Leon:

It started out insignificant. You had made a small joke, poking fun at him getting lost on his way to the bathroom after he was in there for so long. You couldn't see the exhausted look in his eyes, the bags or the way his body was. . . too tense. You saw it when he turned on you, though.

"I'm not an idiot!" He snapped at you. "And I'm not a child! Some of us actually have important things to do sometimes besides sit around and be assholes like you!"

He stormed off afterwords, leaving you in shock on the couch as your shared bedroom door slammed behind you. The house was quiet, and you were aware that Leon probably wasn't going to be in the mood to talk anytime soon, so you gathered your Pokémon and headed out to battle some other trainers while you sorted through your emotions over what happened.

Leon, on the other hand, spent the time stewing in his bedroom. Things with being Chairman weren't going great. The Battle Tower was still with kinks, and it felt like no matter how hard he tried, there was still someone left unhappy about the whole thing.

And even worse, he had yelled at you because of it. He buried his head in the pillow and sighed. He needed to make it up to you, but he had heard the front door shut. You were gone. . . Maybe there was times to fix things while you were away.

After you return after thinking things through, you find all the lights are off. Leon is standing over by the dining table, candles lit around him, food already out on the table. He gives you a small smile.

"Hey."

"Hey." You greet, easing yourself towards them. "What's this?"

"An apology." Leon murmurs, reaching for your hand. You let him take it, and he runs his thumb over your knuckles. "I shouldn't have yelled at you. I didn't mean anything I said, but I shouldn't have said. I was stressed, and shouldn't have taken it out on you."

"I forgive you." You whisper. "I'm sorry too. I don't mean to make you feel like an idiot or a child with those jokes."

Leon shakes his head. "I know. C'mon, let's eat and go to bed. I think sleep will do us both good."

You smile. Yeah, it should.

Raihan:

Raihan had already been feeling shitty about things. He had lost to Leon again, and before that he was already in a foul mood for no real reason. Then his phone notified him that you had commented on one of Leon's posts, one of him at the gym, sweaty and muscled.

Looking good! <3

Raihan grounded his teeth. Of course you thought he was good looking. He's the bloody champion. Of course you like him more.

Next time Raihan sees you, he gives you a cold look. "Your here, eh?"

You carefully cock a brow. "Well. . . I do live here."

"I figured you'd be off at Leon's," Raihan said, feigning casualness, "given how hard you suck his dick."

"Raihan!" You exclaimed, horrified. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"If you like him, go get him!" Raihan shouted back. "Don't stay here and yank my chain when you're just going to leave anyway! What kind of a heartless fucker are you?"

"You need to hop off your high horse and take a nap" You snapped. "Maybe you'll still have a partner when you wake up and come to your senses!"

You stormed, off leaving Raihan to stew in peace. He actually did as you suggested and took a nap, waking up to find an angry text from Nessa, who you had gone to. You were apparently devastated by his accusations, understandably so.

Raihan groaned. He needed to apologize for that horrible outburst.

He made sure to grab presents as he made his way towards Hulberry. He got flowers, your favorite candy, and even a small stuffed animal of your favorite Pokémon. When he arrived at Nessa's place, he knocked on the door. It swung open, and there Nessa was, unimpressed.

"I hope you can fix this." She said, letting him in before going off, probably to her room

You sat on the couch, stroking one of your Pokémon. Your expression was downcast, and Raihan's heart ached. Why would he think you'd run off? You'd never done anything to even suggest it.

"I got jealous." He admits. You stiffen. "Leon's. . . been making me feel less than my best. Not cause he's an ass, but because I'm the ass. I saw you comment on his post and lost my temper. I'm sorry."

Raihan gently places the gifts beside you.

"I'd never do that to you." You say.

"I know." Raihan murmurs back. He kneels at your feet, waiting for your cue. "I'll spend the rest of the week making it up to you."

You snort, and lean towards him. "Rest of the month."

"Week and a half."

"Deal."

Piers:

Piers didn't think he'd ever had a show that bad before. Disinterested crowd, rude drunks, and lackluster security not keeping people out from where they're not supposed to be. He had a headache and just wanted to breathe for a minute, but he didn't get that chance after the show.

You came running up to him backstage, a sad smile on your lips. "Tough crowd, huh? I'm sorry things went so badly. And you know what those guys said wasn't true, right? You're-"

"Tired." Piers snapped. You went quiet, eyes wide. "I want to be left alone, have some peace and quiet for once. Will you get lost please, annoyin'. . ." He muttered the rest, but you were already gone.

His headache eventually faded away, but with it came the slow, clawed grip of guilt. You were only trying to help, and he could've been nicer when asking for alone time. You didn't deserve him snapping at you. He needed to find you.

You were outside of the revenue, sitting down, having your own quiet time. Piers approaches, hears you mutter an apology, and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry for callin' you annoyin'." Piers said first. You glanced away. "Sorry for snappin' at ya too. . . I shouldn't have, even if I was tired."

"I wasn't trying to be annoying." You told him, sad. "I swear I wasn't. I just didn't want you thinking anything those guys said were true!"

"I don't think that." Piers assured you. He sat next to you, and pressed your arms against one another. "Only one whose opinion I care about is yours. . . and Marnie's."

You chuckled. "Yeah, same here."

"I don't think you're annoyin', babe."

"Thank you." You leaned your head on his shoulder. Piers smiled, relaxing into the comfortable quiet. It was like his headache never even existed.

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I hope these are to your liking!! Thanks for requesting, and I hope you have a good day!

~Renee

#gonna be honest #had trouble thinking of reasons why the boys would snap #leon x reader #champion leon x reader #raihan x reader #piers x reader #pokemon imagines #pokemon x reader

[thehoundwrites]

Dom!sevika xsub!Reader with a penis and she rides them while holding a knife to their neck and tells them of they squirm at all she will slit their throat (consensually ofc the reader is into it also not necessarily Male reader they just have a penis)

Yea I mean I'm a whore so yes. Don't at me tho.

18+ MDNI - NSFW: knifeplay, fear play, Threatening, sadism/Masochism: PLEASE READ WITH CAUTION. (Gn reader w/ a dick)

Notes: butch brain has been thinking about busting in sevika so here, sorry it's so late.

✖ Sevika had started the night of walking in annoyed from work so you did what you'd usually do and try to help her relax no matter what she needed usually it was a drink and a distraction she wants to lay her head on you and listen to you talk.

✖ Thinking about you. How you get distracted and are always happy to see her even if she can't be fully present.

✖ You guys usually had some wild nights so when Sevika had suggested more fear play you'd asked her more about it clearly interested. I mean sevika is the scary lady after all. One of the reasons you adored her.

✖ She had mentioned that knives were a turn on previously so you were set with that but she talked about using threats you assumed she'd gotten a bit tipsy since she was being so open with you, it didn't seem like her. But you weren't against it.

✖ She had your arms tied up to the head board and legs trembling, she'd been running the flat side of the blade along your chest cool metal running over your nipples she never cut only pressed enough to leave a line of color.

✖ "Good youre such such slut baby, look at you."

✖ but at this point your heart was drumming like a jackhammer, the cool blade to pressing into you, until you felt a sting against your neck. The jagged blade was unfeeling, as her hot breath met your neck.

✖ "I'm gonna fuck you, and youre gonna lay there like good doll, aren't you?"

✖ "Vika" you let out a breathy moan as she pressed the blade deeper "Yes or no, you have three seconds or I'm gonna slit your pretty fucking throat" her grey eyes bore into you as you mumbled a defeated "yes sir" folliwed by the moving to your cheek grazing the flat side against you cheek bone "that's my good toy"

✖ her thighs, straddled yours, her pussy sliding down your cock, already wet. "Fuck" her eyes rolled back and you almost missed the feeling as she took the knife off your skin.

✖ she moved up and down, thick muscles flexing all just for you, and you were entranced. The way she moved was hypnotic

✖ Her blade came back, as did her attention, her moment of beautiful undivided bliss was interrupted and her focus was back on you, her body still bouncing on yours. The metal lifted your chin forcing you to look into her eyes. "If you fucking squirm, Im gonna hurt you, if you touch I'm gonna cut you, and she paused her good hand holding your chin so your eyes met.

✖ "if you squirm, I'll fucking kill you" you let out a soft moan, fear glistening behind the bliss in your eyes. And that got to her, the way you looked so helpless, so pathetic with a knife to your throat had her weak in the knees. Both of you already threatened to burst, her pussy clenched as she went slower her knife dragging across your chest, thin lines of red escaped your skin. Curses and slurs escaped you both as she rid you, her muscles were tense, and her so close that her pussy was basically milking you.

✖ "I'm gonna cum sev" you let out your desperate confession, her eyes darted towards you. "Fucking beg" you nodded your head eyes clenched begging her to let you cum, blade pushing uncomfortably into the skin of your stomach begging her like the depraved whore she knew you were as she allowed you to fill her up.

✖ She didn't last too much longer her hands reached your face as she pushed it sideways into the mattress riding you harder than before lewd groans and heavy breaths escaped her before she finally leaked all over your cock and fell exhausted onto the bed beside you.

#arcane sevika x reader #sevika imagine #sevika x reader #sevika x you #sevika x y/n #sevika hc #arcane #arcane sevika #sevika arcane #sevika #arcane animated series #arcane league of legends #arcane series #arcane lol

[phantomenby]

Could u do a lost boys x spider woman reader

Maybe

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"M-Marko?"

The golden boy turned away from the old dusty wardrobe, looking at his boyfriend in confusion, "what?"

Paul didn't respond, only pointing a shaking finger towards the wide entrance at the other end of the room.

"Wha-" Marko froze as his eyes met the creature staring at him, feeling a lump form in his throat at the demonic sight he was presented with. Paul had moved behind him, doing his best to shield himself with Marko's body as the two of them shook in fear.

"Oh my god." Marko didn't know what he was looking at, it was huge, with a thick body covered in fraying cloth. With his night-vision, he could see the grotesque details of its face, the hundreds of dark beady eyes, and the sharp pincers jutting out from where a mouth should be. "OH MY GOD."

The creature fell to the floor with a thump and as the moonlight shone through the gaps in the old wooden walls they could make out all eight of its arched legs. long and covered in stumped spiked near the base.

None of them moved, the boys taking in the creature and the creature in turn inspecting them.

"Paul-" reaching behind Marko fisted the firm denim of his boyfriends jacket, curling it in his fist as he prepared to run with the taller blonde in hand, "I think if we go out the back-"

"Its locked."

The voice that responded to him wasn't Pauls, no, instead it came from the creature that was still watching them. It was unexpected, intelligible but coarse like it was forcing the syllables out.

"W-what-" Marko had never stuttered before in his life, but he also couldn't remember the last time he heard a fucking spider talk so I guess its a new experience day.

"The door?.." The creatures head shifted, almost like it was nodding in the direction of the back of the house, "it's locked, all rusty an all, front door's still fine tho-"

He cut it off, "you- you're talking- you're a fucking arachnid and you're talking-"

The creature spluttered, flustered and annoyed, "well yes, can't expect me to get by in a world like this without knowing a word or two, I swear you Americans are so-" it grumbled, pincers jittering, "just because I'm not from this side of the globe doesn't mean I don't know a good bit of English, pshhh."

Marko's jaw went slack and Paul choked a small laugh. He was being told off, by a spider, a car sized spider.

"The names Fathiyya," the creature- Fathiyya it had at last introduced itself as shifted forward, one feeler reaching out like an arm would if it had been human, "I'm nesting here til the winter solstice."

Shaking the appendage Marko tried his best not to wince, "charmed, I'm Marko, this is Paul we're va- not human."

He figured that would be useful information, maybe then it wouldn't try eating him, god he couldn't wait to tell David and Dwayne. Even Star would get a kick out of this, though Laddie would probably get nightmares for the rest of his life at the thought of a spider this size.

Fathiyya nodded, stumbling back when she saw how tense the two boys were, "don't worry then, I much prefer warm blood anyhow."

Marko grinned, "something we have in common then."

#the lost boys #the lost boys x reader #tlb #the lost boys imagines #marko the lost boys #marko tlb #paul tlb

[maladaptive-day-dreams]

Chapter 1: The Bald Kid Across the Street

1.3k words Content warning: not a fun chapter (sorry in advance), neglect, background of a bad home life, horrible parents, fighting parents, physical discipline from parent (slap)

Authors Note: Tense switches from past tense to present after a lil background! I hope y'all enjoy this first part, next part will probably be up next Monday around the same time or earlier (maybe later this week tho if I'm feeling up to writing more). Please let me know if I missed any warnings!!

Tags: @and-claudia

Next Chapter • Masterlist

I’ve known Eddie Munson since the second half of eighth grade.

Mom and Dad packed us up and moved us to Hawkins the summer before eighth grade. I was okay with it, I didn’t have any friends in Florida anyway.

I can remember the first time I saw Eddie like it was yesterday.

We had quite literally just parked in front of our house at the trailer park and Mom and Dad were already screaming at each other. They got out of the car, completely forgetting about me in the backseat and the boxes that we stuffed in our minivan, slamming their doors and yelling at each other as they walked up to the door, unlocked it and made their ways inside. Mom slammed the door shut behind her but I could still hear the fight from the driveway.

“A great introduction to the neighborhood guys, thanks,” I mumbled to myself. I unbuckled my seatbelt and slid open the van door. Stretching my legs and looking around at the neighborhood I caught site of a shaved head across the way. He was already looking at me, I could sense a mix of pity and curiosity in his eyes. As soon as we made eye contact though, he smiled and waved. I sent a smile and wave back and started to unpack my stuff from the van.

That was the first day I saw Eddie Munson. We always exchanged smiles and waves but we kept to our own trailers. I didn’t actually meet him until halfway through eighth grade.

Uncle Wayne found me one night in December. I was sitting on the steps of the trailer using my backpack as a pillow when he nudged my shoe with is foot.

“Hey kiddo, whatcha doin out here in the cold? It’s 11 at night,” he said, voice laced with the concern of a father.

I shifted myself so I was sitting up and looked up at the nameless man from across the street. Yawning, I explained, “it’s my fault, I forgot my key before I left for school.”

He frowned, but only for a second, and then he held out a hand for me. “Come on sweetheart let’s get you warmed up. My name’s Wayne Munson, what’s yours?”

My hand was small in his, and cold against the warmth of his glove. “Y/N, nice to meet you Mr. Munson.”

He helped me up, grabbed my backpack and we walked across the street to his trailer—the same one as the kid with the buzz cut.

“Eddie, my boy, wake up a minute,” Wayne said after ushering me inside and onto the couch. Buzz Cut—now known as Eddie—walked out of a bedroom down the hall rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

He got to the edge of the kitchen counter before fully opening his eyes. We made eye contact and he shot me his signature smile and wave.

“Eddie this is Y/N, she’ll be staying with us tonight. Can you grab her a pair of your pajamas please?”

Eddie nodded his head and ran back to his bedroom. He emerged a few minutes later with a worn grey t-shirt and a pair of blue plaid flannel pants. “Here ya go,” he said with a yawn handing me the clothes.

“Bathroom’s just down the hall across from Eddie’s room, first door on the left. Why don’t you go get changed Y/N?” Wayne said with a soft smile. “I’ll get the couch set up for ya.”

I headed to the bathroom and changed into Eddie’s borrowed pjs. Before I made my way back out I listened to their muffled conversation.

“Why is she here tonight Uncle Wayne?”

“Grab me those blankets will ya boy,” there was some shuffling before he started up again. “I found her on the doorstep of her house, sleeping in the cold.”

“What? Where are her parents?”

“No idea. She said it was her fault because she forgot her key but no parent should leave a kid alone at night, whether or not they made a key for them.”

I stepped out of the bathroom and their conversation came to an abrupt halt. “Thank you for letting me stay the night Mr. Munson. Mom gets home around 3am from the diner so I won’t need the couch for too long.”

“Don’t worry about it hun, you can stay here till morning and borrow some of Eddie’s clothes for school alright?”

I felt bad but this was a kindness I wasn’t used to, so all I responded was, “ok.”

“Alright now come on over and get warm under the blankets. Eddie you can head back to bed, I’ll wake both of you up for school in the morning.”

* * *

Morning rolls around and my body wakes me up at 6am. Well, my body and Eddie trying not to make noise in the kitchen.

“Sorry,” he says after I sit up and stretch. “I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“It’s okay,” I say with a yawn looking around. “Where’s your Uncle?”

Eddie looks sheepish and then points to the door. “He’s talking to your mom.”

“Shit,” I say and Eddie’s eyes blow wide. “Sorry sorry, I just-“

I don’t even finish what I’m saying before grabbing my backpack and clothes, throwing open the door and running across the street. I meet Wayne and Mom in the driveway and catch the end of what he was saying to her.

“It’s not right to leave your kid alone so late at night. You should at least make sure she gets inside,” he says sternly.

Mom shoots me a glare. “She knows to make sure she has her key when she catches the bus. I work the overnight shift at the diner so I’m gone when she’s done school and don’t get back until late and then sleep in,” she says that through gritted teeth. “And her father is off on a business trip. She knowns better.”

Mr. Munson looks to me, I can see the same pity in his eyes that his nephew had  that first day in the park.

“Sorry Mom, it won’t happen again,” I say to her. I know I’ll probably get a whoopin’ before school despite my apology though. I turn to Wayne, “thank you, Mr. Munson, for letting me sleep on your couch last night. I promise it won’t happen again.”

Mom’s arms are crossed and her foot is tapping, I know that means her patience is at its end so I look to Mr. Munson with a pleading look. I think he understands because his face softens and he nods to me before heading back to his trailer.

Mom grabs me harshly by the ear and drags me inside all the while yelling, “you ungrateful little shit. Making a stranger wake me up to discipline me like a child because of your mistake?!”

I feel my eyes watering and thank whatever gods are out there that we make it inside before she smacks me. My cheek is red and hot from her hand and I take a deep breath to stall my tears.

“You better not forget your key again. You hear me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Good. Now go get changed and get to school. I’m going back to bed.”

As soon as she’s in her room, I run to mine and close the door. The tears start falling and I lay face down on the bed to cry for a moment. But I’m only allowed a moment, so I steel my nerves and get up to get ready for school.

Eddie smiles and pats the seat next to him on the bus, but the smile shifts to a questioning glance as I pass him for the last row. I known my cheek is red and my eyes are puffy and I don’t want to explain how my parents always let me know I’m a mistake and that they didn’t want me. That’s not a great way to start a friendship, if there’s even a possibility to have one now.

#nothingmattersbutyou #eddie x you #eddie munson x you #eddie x reader #eddie munson x reader #eddie stranger things #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic

[mazegays]

fic meme!!

thank u clod @manako-no-yami for the tag : )

rules: randomly select ten fics and then pick a line from each to share

this love came back to me (maze runner)

“Whatever you need, Thomas. Always. I’m not leaving.” Minho kisses his head softly. “Anywhere I should I avoid?”

this one is vv soft, if you're used to only whump from me. i can do soft too!

seven for a secret (criminal minds)

He’d held Emily as she was dying. Most mornings, he woke up and thought her blood was still on his hands.

there is a whole fic this one is based off, if you're into criminal minds i've got it linked

anywhere, as long as i'm with you (maze runner)

“Cause I know you.” Harriet kissed her, lips gritty with sand. The only thing she missed about the Maze was clean kisses.

humor, girls in love, and of course hurt/comfort

forever (on my lips) (pjo)

(the day they no longer smelled like him, the day she lost that little bit more of him, she cried herself to sleep.)

taylor swift fans, you know already. non-taylor swift fans, this is very sad. it barely gets better

haunted memories (memories, memories, memories) (maze runner)

His parents hadn’t gotten to raise either of them, and only one had returned.

(He isn't even whole.)

short and sad and sweet. also skimming this one for the line made me want to write more in this particular verse so we will see. thomas and gally being friends means so much to me in this fic

i can't read your mind (but you'll share your thoughts anytime) (maze runner)

"Oh good, you're awake." His captor yanked a knife--so that's what he'd been throwing--out of the tree next to him.

long and also sad! read the tags on this one. it's also from before i switched to present-tense (which is entirely thanks to clod, actually) and it's giving me an urge to rewrite it in present tense. that's an non-exam-week issue tho

if only we'd known (maze runner)

Minho finally sat up, seemingly unashamed to have turned into a koala overnight.

cute and sappy with a lil sprinkling of angst. modern magic au that i want to live in

could already feel your kiss (maze runner)

“Sure you weren’t. He’s quite the pretty boy, you always go for those.”

vaguely 50s inspired? there is motorcycle and car racing and leather jackets. thomas and minho are both smitten. also angst, bc... hello. it's me. i'm the problem, it's me.

for the hope of it all (maze runner)

Thomas, who had picked him to show off to his parents and sister, picked him to be Chuck’s surrogate older brother when Thomas was out of town, picked him. Thomas had suggested the engagement. He didn’t have to, neither of their parents had mentioned anything. Thomas had picked him.

very sad. lots of minho emotional whump here.

suits and swords (maze runner)

"And Prince Thomas?" "He is very tiny and sweet. I like him best." His mother laughed.

ngl i miss this one. i created two religions for it, got spreadsheets and everything. and also very large family trees. might be time to properly revisit it. it's an a/b/o royal au, with me inventing fashion and social rules as i please

taylor swift song lyric titles featured here: only 3, surprisingly

anyway it's like. 11 pm for me rn so tagging might be short lol:

@its-tea-time-darling

@crestfallercanyon

@itsthemxze

@sunsetglader

#tag game #tagged #clod #maze runner fic #my fic #fic tag #taylor swift #thominho fic #thominho #criminal minds #pjo

[loserchildhotpants]

Get to know your fic writer asks please 18-22, 67, 39, 54

fic writer asks

18] Do you title your fics before, during, or after the writing process? How do you come up with titles?

Titles are my worst enemies. The answer to your question is that it depends on the fic. A monster of a fic i've been writing for a few months now [42k words today and abt halfway through] is STILL untitled, but my ficlet Lost in the Sauce (a food kink prompt fill) was named as I put the first few sentences down lol. What i CAN say is that i have NEVER named a fic BEFORE writing it. Vibes determine too much and i never know what the vibe is gonna be til i start writing slkdfj so i only ever title during or after, and if im unable to come up w something wholly original myself, i use song lyrics bc im basic. Usually tho i like titling my fics after some important or key piece of narration or dialogue from the fic itself, so that u can have that Dicaprio Meme Moment of pointing at your screen

19] What is your most used tag on your AO3?

It appears to be a tie between Mutual Pining and Love Confessions sdkjfhsd

20] Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

oh my fics definitely have recognizable patterns slkdjhffksjdh i think my writing style is a specific flavor and so if u open one of them up, u basically know what you're getting. not that that's a bad thing!

words/expressions -- idk! there's the obvious overuse of 'sigh' 'says' 'glances' -- stuff like that, but that's just the curse of writing so many interpersonal interactions lol tbh im unsure! if anyone wants to call me out on words or expressions i abuse in my fics pls let me know kjdsf

common settings: i am a canon-divergence lover so sets get reused all the time skdjfhsdlkj

themes: living, working through, or succumbing to grief, dealing w fear, finding forgiveness for past selves, reconciling who we are w who we thought we would be, generalized queer panic/denial and other identity crisis issues... uhh... i mean i also like to think im romantic tho sljkdfhsjkldfh

21] Would you ever collaborate with another writer for a story?

I have! This is a recent development! I don't usually collab bc i am fearful of Judgement sjkdfh like i get scared of what people will think of my writing process or how clunky or bad it sounds when it's just a draft -- i don't usually like anyone seeing what i'm writing until it's finished, but i've recently started collaborating a lot w majorly 2 of my friends : ) growth ✨

22] Are there certain types of writing you won't do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

hmmmmmmmmm. years ago i switched from writing Past Tense to Present Tense and i'll never go back lol i LOVE writing in Present Tense. i feel like it adds an element of tension and the feeling that the future is still v malleable.

i don't know that i could write something good in first person POV :T like, i don't have anything against first person POV, i just don't think that's where my skill set lies and my execution of it would probably be really bad and cringe skldjfhfjk lol so i probably won't do that

there's no genre i can think of that i'd be opposed to trying my hand at and that goes for tropes too. there's loads i haven't tried yet, mostly bc they don't like, independently spark inspiration in me, but if given a prompt for it, i'd probably try! there's lots of dead dove topics that'd probably be really fun to write and i just haven't tried yet bc i am Soft and tend towards pining and love confessions skdljfh lol

39] Share a snippet from a WIP

"“Oh — oh, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to — oh, I always muck this stuff up, that must have been so out of line, I’m so sorry —”

“Samuel,” she interjects gently, her voice practically a whisper, “I don’t know that I’ve ever met someone with a kinder heart. I don’t know that anyone has ever made such a well wish on my behalf. You’ve just startled me is all… you do that.”

Feeling that Rowena crying is very simply, unnaturally wrong, Sam stops resisting the compulsion to touch her and reaches with his free hand across his chest to swipe at the tear near the apple of her cheek.

The tips of his fingers on that hand come in contact with a lock of her hair and the outer shell of her ear, and he gets chills up his arms and back from that alone; Dean was right, he might spontaneously combust at anything more.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry,” he says, though he thinks she already knows that, “I would never mean for that. I had rather hoped to make you smile.”

“You tread carefully now,” Rowena warns him, her lips twitching, eyes shining, “or I’ll steal you for myself, Samuel, like some terrible witch of the woods, and I won’t return you to whatever world you come from.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad to me,” Sam confesses softly, smiling back at her.

For a thrilling moment, he sees Rowena’s eyes gentle, sees her consider him seriously, as if she might just be thinking of him the way he hopes beyond hope she might.

She goes to say something, but —"

54] What's your favorite part about the fanfiction writing process?

i just love looking at a blorbo and being like 'let's put that guy in a situation.' top tier writing experience. i love taking an established character and really thinking hard abt what i know abt them, whether i want them to grow or i wanna study who they are without forcing evolution, thinking abt how they'd navigate some circumstance or conflict, consider what has already been written for that circumstance or conflict in fandom, and what new interpretation, in my own style, i can bring to the table to offer something new and interesting. it's like taking a beloved recipe of something that can't fail, and just seeing what cool new thing ur own perspectives and styles can do w it!

67] Do you prefer prompts and challenges, or completely independent ideas?

Sort of a mix of both? I love prompts, they send me on Brain Trains (destination: Dissociation Station) and the thing is, i usually stray from hard lines. like, i sometimes work off of being INSPIRED by a prompt rather than following the actual prompt? challenges sometimes scare me off bc once i have a Due By Date my brain will shut off creativity and get frightened lol i really love my independent ideas, but i have my best independent ideas while discussing prompts and challenges w other folks and spinning limbs off that original prompt or challenge until what i want to do is outside the guidelines of that prompt or challenge.

that said, i LOVE getting prompts from anons and stuff. there's something really flattering and happy-making abt someone popping into my inbox to be like 'i'd like to see YOUR specific take on this' ; u ;

anon thank u so much for sending me so many asks!! T A T <333

#ask #anon #long post #long answer #melanie writes #my stuff #sldjhfskdjhf thank u so much anon ilu #samwena

[glove23]

ALL. ALL THE NUMBERS.

thank u ily

1: Which of your fics would you keep the basic plot of but rewrite completely?

Meeting Your Maker (Literally) which like. I've already sort of done dkdjsjsjs but I think if I started completely fresh with it I would do a lot of things differently! I love it tho it's my baby

2: Anything that you'd like to write but feel like you're unable to?

hmm not so much Unable as it's just hard but I struggle a lot with Smut. it just takes practice

3: How would you describe your writing style?

hmm. vibe based

4: Do you have any OCs? Do you have a story for them?

mmmm I sure do. they're all lovely and it's a time travel story I just have to write it dkhjsjdjs and the hardest part is always starting KDHAJDJA

5: What's a tag you never want to use for your works even when it applies?

okay so. I use whatever tags apply but like. sometimes,,,,I love Major Character Death and sometimes I don't want to use the archive warning for it skfhsjdjs so I only use the actual tag. but that's literally it djdjsjsj

6: What's your ratio for rating your works?

almost all of my fics are rated T, with a handful of G and a few M, but the majority is definitely T

7: Your favourite ao3 tag.

Major Character Death ksjfksjxs

8: How slow is a slow burn?

too slow. I'm so impatient, I can't stand to write them for more than a few hundred words

9: Thoughts on cliffhangers.

my favorite. I LIVE for a good cliffhanger I aim to get yelled at at the end of every chapter for where I end things skfhsjdjs

10: Top three favourite fic tropes.

bedsharing, time travel, AND FOUND FUCKIN FAMILY 😭😭

11: Three tropes that are fine but overrated.

uhhh. all of them cksjdjsjs uh coffee shop aus. is that a trope. I don't care sofhwjd it's what I'm putting, they're SO overrated like have u ever worked in customer service

13: Rate your worldbuilding skills from 1 to 10.

3

14: Write and share the first sentence of a new fic. Just that.

"It has to be said: some bodyguards just aren't as skilled as others."

15: What's your favourite plotless fic you have written?

sharp objects. sharp objects. shARP OBJECTS

16: Are one-shots really underrated?

by fandom? yes. I live and breath one-shots and ppl don't fucking appreciate them enough.

17: Past or present tense? Why?

past tense. it sounds better and I like the idea that all stories are being Told, like they've already happened, ur not witnessing events as they play out, ur being told a story.

18: First, second, or third person?

third. it's better. first only sometimes, usually Percy Jackson related. but mostly. third.

19: Share a snippet from a wip without giving any context for it.

“You shouldn’t be up, you’re still healing.” He murmured.

Her gray eyes hardened and she stuck out a foot to kick him lightly on the shin. “This is kind of time sensitive, so if you could stop wallowing out here on the balcony, we could use you inside.”

Annabeth turned and skulked back inside, taking all the warmth with her. He shivered, the rain seeming to seep in right through to his bones. He took a deep breath and followed Annabeth inside.

20: Do you work on a single project or many at the same time? How does that work for you?

many. badly. KSBDKWHDJS got so many ideas so little energy. some things get finished as soon as I start them and others get poked at for months. it's just. life

21: Can you accurately predict how long your fics are going to be? If you can, what's your secret?

uhh yeah pretty much. it's usually how detailed the idea is and how many different branches it's gonna have. I do always still feel like a wizard when I guess correctly

22: What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

it's all the in between that's the fun part, bc it's different everytime. even if it writing the same idea, it's always gonna be different from someone else. the anticipation of it all, knowing how it's gonna end up and watching all the pieces fall into place over and over again....it's just Fun

23: Dialogue or description? Why is the other one so hard?

dialogue. I love dialogue so much. description just doesn't come as naturally so I like it less dkdhsjjds tho it is still very fun, especially when it's the main focus of the story with very little dialogue. mmm. tasty

24: Thoughts on flashbacks/flashforwards.

like. they have their uses and I do love making the timeline funky but sometimes they are definitely the lazy way out OFJAJDJSJ

25: Is writing the whole thing beforehand better or worse than writing it as you go?

is writing the- DO PEOPLE DO THAT?? WRITE THE WHOLE THING FIRST AND THEN POST IN LITTLE INCREMENTS??? god. well I guess that answers that question. I am a write as I go kinda person, tho writing it all beforehand is definitely impressive

26: What would you describe as OOC?

this is literally different for every character ksbdjsn if they don't sound like themselves. doing things they wouldn't do, and u haven't given a good reason for why they're doing this OOC thing. I love characterization so much, it is definitely a big passion to get characters Right so when they're not,,,,

27: Do you agree that one shouldn't start a story with a piece of dialogue?

fanfiction? or like a legit pro published work? cuz uh either way? do whatever the fuck u want skdhsjsh. sometimes the vibe is dialogue to start!! sometime it's exactly what the story needs

28: Any writing advice that works for you and you feel like sharing?

write every day. forreal. it doesn't matter how much u write, but write something everyday. it helps build the habit and legit makes it easier to start

29: What's the hardest thing about writing?

writing

30: Describe a fic that almost happened, but then it didn't.

I have zero memory so no oshdjwjd I will not

31: What was the most difficult fic for you to write (but in the end you made it)?

sharp objects.

#ask #writing #rie #thank u #ily

[sizzlingpatrolfox]

hey 👋 so i wanted to know if u consider urself an “army” and if yes then would u say u’re ot7? i mean i guessed it would be kind of odd if u didnt consider urself an army cause ur whole blog is kind of centered around bts. and also i want to know how much u like each member and if u dislike any in particular (though some are a bit obvious 😭)

Hii hey. I mean, yes, in the technical sense I've always been an army, even if I've never personally called myself that. I gave the example before of how I used to like one direction too, but I never said "i'm a directioner" or "I'm a swiftie". If it makes things easier yeah, I don't mind describing myself as army. I've always thought of myself as a BTS fan and that's it. But saying "I'm army [or any other fandom name]" is something I've always considered very corny and unnecessary for MYSELF. I don't judge people who use fandom names.

How much do I like the members haha umm. It has changed over the years.

Jimin was my favorite from the beginning. I feel like my affection for Jimin has now dimmed significantly, there's a whole lot less affection compared to what it was in 2020 or even until mid 2021. Even if he's still the member I like the most, I'm more chill about it. Like an old friend you've known for ages, you just know you love them no questions asked. Sometimes things happen that remind you how kind and beautiful they are and you feel your heart bursting.

Then, there was Jungkook. At first there was a big difference between how much I liked Jimin and the rest, but eventually that gap closed and I grew to love JK as well, and so there was a gap between Jungkook/Jimin and the rest. I thought he was funny, hot, I actually liked that he was competitive, and I liked that he seemed protective of the things he loved. Nowadays, I don't feel that comfortable about Jungkook. It's not distaste, definitely not hate, not animosity, there's seriously no bad feelings at all. I just stopped being so sure of his genuinity, and I began feeling like he's superficial and unserious, so I stepped away. I'm not someone who hates or rots in bitterness about people I don't like. I'm a leaver hehe, I'm someone who cuts ties, I just leave when I feel like a place or a person is not it for me anymore. I do miss him tho, and I miss the way I used to feel about him and I wish it had never changed but what's done is done.

Yoongi was one of my faves for a while when I first got into BTS. I like engaging and simple people, simple in the sense that it's easy to get a feel of who they are, what they stand for; this is what I saw in Jimin and I felt drawn to him. I saw the same in Yoongi, and I liked that he was witty and his answers were clear, he didn't beat around the bush, and he seemed very #involved. Involved in the team, both professionaly and personally, involved with whatever purpose BTS had. They don't have a lot in common, but I do believe that Jimin and Yoongi still have these traits in common. Then it just stopped haha no reason in particular, tho looking back I think Yoongi's involvement (just as everyone's involvement) in BTS started being less and less, their interviews started becoming repetivtive and superficial, so maybe I just lost sight of Yoongi, in a way. Also ngl the constant focus on awards and charts is a turn off for me.

I never cared about Taehyung, I'm sorry. He's probably the only member that I never cared for and it stayed that way. No character development, and the little there was, it was for the worse. I've always thought he was good looking, I have eyes. And I'm probably responsible for at least 100k views in singularity MV because I really love it (present tense). He has some good qualities, like I know he's fierce about the people he cares about and I can appreciate that. But he never inspired in me strong feelings, of any type. I don't like a lot of things about him, one of those things being that everytime he says anything I have to ask myself if he's saying the truth or just talking out of his butt, which is something I started feeling about Jungkook too. He's just A Man. A childish new money money, at that. An eyeroll and I move on.

On the other hand, Namjoon, Jin and Hoseok were the members that at first I didn't really get a grasp of, but slowly I got to know more of them and started liking them more and more.

I know I talk a lot and a much of what I say might get lost in the grand scheme of things (posts) but I'm actually a good judge of character lol, and hoseok seemed very fake to me. I didn't even think he was funny because I didn't think he meant to be funny, it just felt too cartoonesque. A few years ago he actually admitted that he was much more serious irl and that pretending to be funny and happy and high spirited all the time was his BTS persona and it was a burden to him. He's become more and more himself, a real Him, and I just started liking him slowly, everyone knows I have a lot of appreciation for him, I think he's very strong and that he Cares capital C. He cares about his profession, he cares about the people in his life. He makes donations to charities, he pays for stray cats surgeries. What's not to like, really. I feel somewhat the same about Jin, tho I don't think that I know enough about Jin, what he likes, what type of relationships he has etc, to talk that much about him.

I love Namjoon these days, I think it was around the 2018 tour (idol era) and BV Malta when I really started liking him. I don't remember being that interested in him before that. I liked seeing him and Jimin talking, and Namjoon was always so warm towards him. Really, (honest) words are the way to my heart. I said the other day, I don't have a type when it comes to looks, but I do have a type in personality 😅

I believe BTS is bigger than its members, it's more than the sum of all of them. I don't think you need to love all of them in the same capacity, or even love them at all to enjoy BTS. Or to enjoy what BTS used to be.

I like songs, I listen to music and I watch performances from groups with people that I don't even know the names of.

In terms of music and performances, yes I think BTS need of all of them to work. I was never impatient or anxious about solo careers, until 2020 at least they all looked like they wanted to be there. And I enjoyed watching them, I thought their songs and stages were top notch. They used to work well, all seven of them.

I just saw this and thought I could add it here, because of the question "why us?". I don't know any other way to say it other than BTS as a team is bigger than all of them. I don't know why them, but it just is. It's also really nice to remember that Jimin is realistic, that he knows and understands what supporting and believing in someone is like.

[monsterkissed]

⭐⭐ directors cut! For any of the fics from the diadop week prompts this year!

ohoho Excellent. it's late so these will be a bit brief but i absolutely cannot sleep on this (furute!tadhg note: nevermind this is actually obnoxiously long and detailed and i am absolutely going to wake up late tomorrow morning, worth it tho)

i'll cover you: i really loved writing this one... Eventually. i drafted and re-drafted it over and over. it was originally a lot more standard in format and i had these ideas i wanted to do but they just weren't clicking. i don't remember why i decided to try the format i went with but it just immediately made it all come together, the one-sided conversation and all the implications in that were so much fun. the penultimate trish-twist was also iirc not in the original outline but it felt so perfect in the moment. i love doppio as a villain and it was so much fun to lean into that.

stranger in a strange land: blame @mistytpednaem. entirely. we'd spoken about the pinks and foof and the Genders a lot and i'd always wanted to write something so this was my excuse. another one with a big rewrite, that one more my own fault. originally i'd been trying to think of ways to get foof out of prison to meet the diadops and it kept not quite working, but that was because i had broken one of my own rules: never throw away an inconvenience. characters and scenes tend to work best when there's something getting in the way, it adds bite and bounce that keeps things moving. prison is about as inconvenient as it gets, and as soon as i put them all into the same difficult situation it just all flowed. i liked writing a more mature, post-VA diavolo here who has clearly had to chill on a few things but is still essentially his own terrible self. also: loved to sneak in a lil boss!trish.

(as much as someone like me could love anyone): i had this vision in my head for king crimson requiem (or at least diavolo's ideal version of it specifically) for a long while but nothing specific to do with it. this one came out of that, trying to dig into the fundamental flaw with diavolo, which is that he believe in nonsense and the things he wants aren't sustainable or good for him. i genuinely believe that of the main villains he's the one who would truly fail to thrive if he ever "won" his part and i wanted to see what happens when he's gone for so long that even he is starting to realise that, but far too late to fix it.

inside out: my beautiful awful hot mess au. i use present tense in this one and honestly every time i write diavolo it's a real struggle not to, the metaphor is too tempting. i love role reversals for these two and there's clearly not enough so i must once again do everything myself. i really wanted to thread the needle of the switch, keep them both still recognisable but with their dynamic uprooted, and i'm pretty happy with the compromise i came up with? i never wanted diavolo to be completely meek and without any of his grandiosity or doppio to be cold and calculating. diavolo believes so firmly that he Must exist as a uniquely chosen creature, and moving that fixation slightly lower, from king of everything to the king's right hand, breaks him in a fun way. he also can't sidestep the nature of his feelings for doppio as easily as dop can in their original configuration because of how closely doppio is tied to his own ego, resulting in pretty much every line he thinks about him in the narration being one of my favourite things i've ever written, but particularly his contrasting of their different "sharp edges" and his reaction to doppio telling him that he's not angry with him. also: another sneaky trish...

paper boats: i knew i wanted to do an ot3 fic but this one was at the bottom of my list of considerations because i thought, probably accurately, that nobody would care about a spin-off to my big wip that was so entangled in it (far moreso than steady as she goes or gasoline, which i think can broadly stand alone). i think what clinched it was the summary, which is odd because i usually write those last because they are nightmares. but i had started trying to give myself a headstart by drafting rough notes on them as i wrote, and there's such a fun, punchy simplicity to "leone abbacchio is losing his fucking mind." i think before this i wrote his POV all of once, for a few hundred words of another fic, so i was a bit anxious about it, especially as he's on the low end of my tier list out of the main cast and i care a lot about writing characters i am less hype about in a way that still does them justice (this is part of why he gets some of my funniest lines in bngn, and also is objectively right about doppio being sus like, every single time he brings it up). but bngn had already kind of challenged me to get in his head (lol) and i'd been having fun with that and wanted to dig into it a bit more than that fic had allowed, and the whole notion of being possessed is obviously fun and flirty content to me. the secondhand attraction and the combination of soft and repulsive feelings around it was just a delight and the repeating and recursive past stuff was already a big fun theme in bngn but worked even better with abbacchio as a character with his abilities and backstory. i really put him through the wringer on this one and it was great. i think my favourite individual parts would be him summing up doppio's improvised, rough and ready guile and nerve and the section about his ptsd vs mista's gun-based abilities. another aspect that i didn't get to really explore in bngn is that his own idolisation and affection for bruno, giving up his moral autonomy to a person he believes can use it Better, is a parallel to doppio's feelings. they both are willing to give it all to this person they think is remarkable in ways they can't be, and that gives them a lot of strong feelings for that person but a fundamental inability to truly connect with them and see what their issues are and how to fix them because of the pedestal they have put them on and the inferior position they've cast themselves in. so they're stuck going through the motions unable to genuinely meet them as equals. it's messy and unhealthy for all involved and i live for that shit.

land of the dead: another concept i'd wanted to write for a while but couldn't find a way to latch onto. this was very loosely inspired by a piece of fanart that is now probably buried under years of content in my jjba tag, but if anyone dms me i can dig it out of my (extensive) fanart folder lol. for this one the key was revolving it around doppio talking to the original VA survivors, that was the structure that the idea needed to come together, and from there it just worked. it was also a lesson that i need to remember to trust my readers, i was Very worried that people would get frustrated with the mystery and tap out or not understand what was happening. i do worry a lot that when i play with big ideas they will sound smarter and more interesting in my head, lol. but people seemed to really enjoy the process of everything coming together? when you write, never pitch it at an imaginary reader who gets confused, annoyed or bored, and try to fix the imaginary problems they might have with it. always write for an imaginary reader who Gets you, who is on the same page, loves the things you love and is just as excited about the work as you are. it really helps! i think my favourite part of this one is pretty obvious when reading back, because the sadistic glee i'm taking in giorno and doppio's argument is palpable, lmao. it's a whole mess of awful miserable feelings coming together, at each other and themselves, and the moment i wrote that i knew it was gonna work.

there doesn't seem to be anyone around: i used to worry that i didn't have the ability to write sex scenes and that this was a flaw in my writing the way that any glaring omission would be. nowadays, i am certain that i don't have the ability to write normal sex scenes, and i'm kind of okay with that. i just can't talk romantically about the more blunt, mechanical, biological aspects of it; it's probably telling that i never have this problem with gore or violence but i cannot find a way to make some wholesome masturbation sound Vibrant once i get into the nitty-gritty detail. i think it's noticeable that i spend more time talking around it and even the feelings and sensations tend to be a bit more abstract (tho that's not unusual for my style in general). maybe one day i will figure it out. for today, i write fics that are more about self-image and dissociation and asymmetry and playing with power and security. it does amuse me that tho both parts are almost equal if you put them side by side, diavolo's is a bit longer because he is incapable of not making every single thought and feeling The Most Important Thing. the author's note was also originally way longer because i could not shut up about that one scene in hate plus and how it changed my whole view on not just sex scenes but writing entire relationships. i really must get on with the Other sequel fic to 'i think we're alone now' sometime...

#writing

[cesium-sheep]

we were finally watching the batwest movie which I'd saved out when we packed last summer so she and I could watch it together as soon as she got here and we just didn't get around to it until now, he's feeling a little under the weather and went to lay down partway through but she sat and watched until like 2/3rds of the way through, wandered off without a word to check on him, and just. hung out with him for the rest of the movie without mentioning to me that she was going anywhere. I told her, if she wants to spend time with him that's fine and I'm not even upset about her missing the rest of the movie but she wandered off without a word again and it fits into this wider pattern of behavior that really does kinda take me for granted. she said she really cares about her career but she wants to balance it with caring about us, and I made a comment about how I hope that balance comment was future tense (implicitly it sure fuckin hasn't been past or present). she laughed and said she can see where I'm coming from. and she said she hadn't really decided at all so she wasn't able to tell me and like she's still struggling with metacognition and stuff and I asked her, flat out, why is that being made my problem. I made an underfiltered comment about how she keeps saying she doesn't want to behave like my mom and then we got in the weeds a bit and I hit a button by mistake but we talked through it and she's okay. (also, I'm still very fucking good at my job, even when this fucking ill.)

I do love batwest tho. why does the riddler go so hard, and I adore the bomb scene to this day. I used to watch it over and over by just skipping to the dvd chapter because we didn't really use youtube for movie clips yet.

#like for the record she did a good job recognizing a button had been pushed and calming herself down #she just also explicitly stated that *I* was doing a good job as I followed up :v