#mbs fanfic

[nobodysdaydreams]

i am holding you at (water) gun point. which fic are you most proud of.

Thank you so much for this ask! It's incredibly sweet, and I'm sorry it took so long to answer!

This is such a hard ask. I'd say SOS, just because of all the cool plot twists, how much it adds to the canon that we never got from the show. If you're sad the show got cancelled and/or need something to fill your time, I'd highly recommend it. I'd also recommend it if you like stories about redemption, guilt, complex/broken family dynamics, plot twists, and forgiveness.

However, in terms of themes, I love my book Martina redemption fic. If you're a books fan and want a shorter fic, I'd recommend this one. The executives in the books were abused as children, and I don't think that wasn't talked enough. I also loved writing this fic, particularly because it concisely expresses my view about redemption and forgiveness, and I think that's a very important message.

Here's a snippet from the fic where Mr. Benedict is talking to Martina. It was one of my favorite parts to write:

“I am being honest with you Martina. I don't think you’re irredeemable.”

The former executive looked up at Mr. Benedict in surprise.

“I think you have done bad things," he clarified, "but I do not think that makes you a bad person. No, I believe that you were a young and vulnerable child who did her very best to survive under very unfair circumstances. I don't see you as a monster, and I don't agree that the world would be better off without you in it. I look at you, and I see a very beautiful and intelligent young woman who my brother kept from enjoying her freedom and sharing her gifts and joy with the rest of society. And I think it would be a shame if you allowed the memory of my brother to continue to limit and suppress your potential. The best way to make up for what you've done is not to hide yourself away, nor is it to destroy yourself. It is to say that you are going to be different from the person my brother tried to mold you into. That you are going to find out who you are and who you were meant to be and be that person instead, despite what he tried to do to you. And that you won't allow the world to be deprived of that person any longer.”

Thank you again so much for this ask, Kats! I hope you have a wonderful day!

#Y'all are so kind #Bods Answers #tmbs #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society #mbs disney #tmbs disney #mbs fanfic #tmbs fanfic #mr benedict #nicholas benedict #martina crowe

[floorboardchompingfridays]

Some Advice For People Leaving Comments on Fanfics:

“I liked your fic”

Nice, but basic and easy to overlook

Doesn’t compel the author to do anything other than take the compliment

Sounds like you might be a bot (ew)

“I am going to eat your floorboards!”

Unique and attention grabbing

Makes me second guess whether I should have bought that insurance

Sounds like you might be a termite (how did a termite learn to type????)

#(This is satire all comments are nice) #happy floorboard chomping friday! #floorboard chomping fridays #happy floorboard chomping Friday Tuesday #floorboard chomping friday #mbs fanfic #tmbs fanfic #the mysterious benedict society #mysterious benedict society #tmbs #mbs disney #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #ao3 tags #fanfiction #fanfic #archive of our own #fanfic writing #fic writing #ao3 #ao3 stuff

[heyitsthatonesmolgay]

For the fic writing thing, you can pick any one of these:

Cat

Shenanigans

Detectives

Reynie was halfway convinced Constance was secretly a cat.

It made sense. The crankiness, the aloofness, the only willingness for affection that was on her terms.

She also didn’t want anyone to know she cared about the others if she could get away with it.

They all knew it, of course. She recited poetry to Sticky asking him for better synonyms that rhymed and matched her meter. She asked (demanded of) Kate to reach the books Constance wanted to read but couldn’t reach, and she trusted Kate in all her stupid stunts to not hurt Constance, who was witness to them.

With Reynie? She sat in contemplative silence with him. He would be reading, or thinking, or trying to fall asleep after a PTSD-induced nightmare, and she’d walk in, flop down next to him, or on top of him, and just. Sit. Lay there. Not beaming thoughts into his head. Not him letting her read it. Just enjoying each others’ silence and the companionship that came with it.

So she was part cat. But that was quite all right by Reynie.

After all, he suspected he was part cat, too.

#nick.txt #mbs fanfic #reynie muldoon #constance contraire

[crow-in-springtime]

I have a fic idea: a working-on-redemption Curtain takes everyone to the theater to see a performance of Hadestown (no direct relevance that’s just my favorite musical). Everyone is very wary about it but Mr Benedict is excited because he loves spending time with his family and he enjoys going to the theater. Curtain tells them what the shows about, and Sticky informs everyone about all the different versions that exist of the Orpheus/Eurydice story and the Hades/Persephone story and really just Greek mythology in general. They arrive at the theater before he can finish, tragically. Everyone dressed in fancier clothing because Curtain nearly threw hands with Constance about it it’s proper theater etiquette. They run into Jackson and Jillson, who got jobs as ushers at the theater (at least they think they’re usher. Reynie also saw them when he was buying concessions at intermission).

I don’t have anything in the middle worked out, but by the end almost everyone is in tears and Kate hugs her friends and declares she would go to hell for any of them and not look back. (Potential angst moment: she gets separated from everyone as they’re leaving the theater because of all the chaos). Constance, however, fell asleep in her chair. Curtain, after a moments hesitation, picks her up and carries her out of the theater with Rhonda and Number Two on either side of him ready to catch her in case she falls or he drops her. Neither of those things happen though. Almost everyone falls asleep on the drive back. Milligan is driving and Curtain is still awake and now he tries to actually apologize rather than just get in good graces. How that goes depends on my mood while actually writing the fic.

#this may be stupid but I’ll write it anyway. if it is stupid please know that this is what tech week does to a gal’s brain #mbs #mysterious benedict society #tmbs #the mysterious benedict society #mbs fanfic #mr curtain #mr benedict #reynie muldoon #sticky washington #constance contraire #jackson and jillson #kate wetherall #rhonda kazembe #number two #milligan wetherall #ky’s gallery

[phtalogreenpoison]

UHhh another chapter is out. It keeps getting longer. *sigh*

I barely proofread this round, but it's getting more serious!! Also I made a doozy for myself when I was writing in the time frames. 😂

#mbs #mbs au #mbs fanfic #mysterious benedict society #the mysterious benedict society #original content #fanfic #my work

[myfairkatiecat]

I KNEW IT: my message to @nobodysdaydreams about how I KNEW she wrote “Sirens of the Sea and Sky”

That’s when Nicholas saw him again.

Nathaniel.

There was no mistaking him: his cold and menacing presence, his shark-like grin, his terrible predatory eyes that seemed to glow in the darkness of the room.

“Hello Nicky,” he cooed, his voice sounding sickly-sweet despite its threatening aura.

This was the first moment where I thought bods wrote this. I mean, that was a VERY well placed use of the nickname “Nicky.” Also just the very STYLE in which bods addresses Benedict twins angst is so unique. Anyone could have written the fic, but not everyone could have written it THIS WAY.

“I’m surprised you were brave enough to come up here alone. Impressed really. Though I must say I wasn’t happy with what my men found in your boat,” noted Nathaniel.

“You know how I feel about nets Nicky.”

“It was fishing boat!” Nicholas protested.

My friend, I’m afraid this particular grammatical decision outed you. I mean, lots of people do it occasionally I suppose, but I don’t even get confused reading it anymore after consuming the amount of SOS that I have. After finishing Nathaniel’s line and writing “noted Nathaniel,” you broke the paragraph to continue his dialogue. This switched on the SOS-reading part of my brain, and I just KNEW. I knew it, bods.

“Didn’t they meet him before?”

“No, that wouldn’t have been until season two,” Jillson explained.

“What is going on here? What happened?” asked Nathaniel.

“I’m afraid the perimeter is no longer secure sir. He’s broken the fourth wall!” yelled Jeffers, as he ran to join the others, huffing and puffing as he did so.

“Actually, we were the ones that did that,” clarified Jackson.

“No, he means literally,” explained Jillson.

That’s a familiar sense of humor and it made me laugh out loud. “Bods, you’ve done it again!!!” I wanted to shout then and there.

Now I WILL SAY, it got into fantastical elements and I began to wonder. I was still pretty sure. But I’d never read any fleshed out writing by bods that was about mermaids and all, so I thought, perhaps someone is simply emulating my friend quite well… maybe bods didn’t write it…?

“No,” whispered Nicholas, realizing what his brother was about to do, but it was already too late to stop him.

A grand piano rolled itself across the deck.

“Where did that come from?” asked Constance.

A single spotlight shone down from the crow’s nest, its glowing golden light resting on the piano.

Everyone fell silent.

Nathaniel sat down and began to play and sang a tune so beautiful and melodious it felt like the world was standing still.

“It’s…the final Curtain,” he sang.

Yeah no this is bods, no one else could have possibly written this.

Curtain making his escape with the power of musical theater? WE LOVE TO SEE IT! A Christmas gift only bods could have delivered.

“Dr. Garrison was a mermaid and a recovering alcoholic!”

You really outed yourself with this one. We’ve all read SOS, even if not everyone follows it as religiously as I do.

“Oh…hello,” said Nicholas softly.

“I’m not sure if you know my mother or my brother, but if you do, could you please tell them that I’ve missed them?”

“I missed you too.”

Nicholas looked up to see Nathaniel’s head, just visible above the surface of the water, as if it were beach ball floating on top of the waves.

“I’m sorry Nicky. I’m sorry for everything, but I can’t stay here. Not anymore. The world would only see me as a monster now, and I supposed they’d be right.”

“No, no, Nathaniel, you’re not a monster! You’re my brother, you…you can’t go,” protested Nicholas.

Look, LOTS of people can write good Benedict twins angst. But this is BODS Benedict twins angst. The soft speaking, the trepidation, the complicated feelings, the apology, Nicholas telling Nathaniel he isn’t a monster… THIS IS THE STUFF! This reunion actually could have been written by either bods or me, actually, but seeing as I was too IRL busy to participate in this challenge, that leaves bods.

Also, girl, it was 5,000 words!!! That’s almost twice the length of my IB Extended Essay!

Hmmmm who has undertaken enormous fic projects in the past? *sorts mbs fics by word count* hmmm

I just KNEW IT WAS BODS OKAY

#vindication #I KNEW IT #tmbs #the mysterious benedict society #tmbs whodunit #mbs fanfic

[the-contraire-of-zugzwang]

Nicholas has thoughts about family names. Nathaniel does too, to a lesser extent.

i wrote a thing :)

#the mysterious benedict society #mbs #nicholas benedict #just mr.benedict changng his name. that's such a mix of feelings idk #<- you can find my post about it in this tag if you want #mr benedict #mbs fanfic #mysterious benedict society fanfiction

[security-unit]

I'm a sucker for in-universe fandoms and I can't stop thinking about the idea that murderbot writes sanctuary moon fanfics when it's bored and it becomes in-universe fandom famous not only for good fic writing but also for the batshit insane chapter notes such as "sorry for the late chapter, I got shot again" and "if I told you why this chapter is late you'd be able to find out who I am through the newsfeed, so you shall continue wondering. enjoy"

the readers are going insane questioning how it's still alive. also none of them know who it is. it doesn't have any other online fandom presence linked to its fic account. it never reveals any information that can be used to figure out who it is other than it has a very dangerous job and is augmented in some way.

the name I've been going with as a placeholder is "SecRin" but I am open to username suggestions (considering something related to Eden so one of Tapan & Co can be like "I met someone named Eden once, they were very sad and very competent at security" in the big fandom discussion about who the fuck is this fic writer)

anyways Ratthi likes sanctuary moon. Ratthi reads the fics (before going on The Survey) and gets invested. he only finds out MB is SecRin when MB leaves the note and Ratthi reads it and goes "wait a second" because he recognized the writing style

also like. we can't forget the ART and MB interview.

like come on.

#murderbot #the murderbot diaries #tmbd #mb writes fanfic

[softpascalito]

Christmas Baking for Three - Joel Miller x Reader

Summary: You're tired, pregnant, angry and you mess up the cookies meant for Joel. He gets a full blast of your hormones - and still manages to surprise you.

Relationships: Joel Miller x F!Reader WC: 1800 Tags/Warnings: Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Domestic Fluff, Established Relationship, Baking, Christmas Cookies, Christmas, Pregnancy, Female Reader, No use of y/n, Fights, Mention of normal pregnancy struggles, Soft Joel (The Last of Us), Nicknames, Kissing, Crying, Joel Miller in an apron Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: another lil calendar piece that is also dedicated to steph's winter writing challenge (@toomanystoriessolittletime) with the trope baking <3 i also wanted to mention a very short but very lovely pregnancy piece by SwiggitySwagNightmareStag with peña that i found really inspiring in regards to p characters and how they handle pregnancy. you can read it here! <3

❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️❄️

You swore under your breath as you opened the oven door, only to be met with a gush of heat and the smell of burnt dough. The cookies that you had so carefully prepared, cut out in the shapes of christmas trees and hearts, had taken on a dark brown color, the furthest row from you already smoking slightly.

“Fuck-” With a quick move, you maneuvered the try of burnt cookies onto the sink to let them cool off. Looking at them in broad daylight, it was clear that they were barely edible and in no way as enjoyable as they should be.

You ignored the surge of anger inside of yourself, anger at the oven for being so damn unreliable, at the timer that you’d meant to replace ages ago, at yourself. You’d been too distracted with cleaning up, then being forced to take a quick trip to the bathroom upstairs and getting sidetracked with laundry.

A groan left you at the realization. The laundry was still soaking in the bathtub, abandoned the second you’d caught a glimpse of the clock and realized how long the cookies had been baking for.

Angry tears shot into your eyes. It felt like a never-ending battle between you and your ever-growing list of things to do, to prepare, to keep track of. And this had been the one thing you’d wanted to do for him, to thank him for taking over so many of said things now that you were in your third trimester. Maybe you could start over, hide the failed cookies, to spare your another embarrassment in front of-

As if summoned by your thoughts, the door of the small mudroom bordering the kitchen opened with a creak. Merely a second later and clearly alarmed by the smell, he was hurrying into the room, eyes raking through the kitchen until they landed on you. His shoulders slumped slightly as he took in your form, checking you from top to bottom.

“Are you okay?” Joel's voice was soft, despite him being a little out of breath. You could see the basket filled with firewood behind him. Another task that used to be yours before your stomach had grown too big.

He watched your reaction, carefully making his way around the counter, glancing at the burnt cookies in passing. It was enough to make the tears finally spill from your eyes, rolling down your face and landing on the shirt that was already stained with flour. And the anger inside of you? It had finally found an outlet.

The poor man didn't even have time to brace himself before you started yelling.

“You arent supposed to be home, what the fuck are you doing here?!” He looked taken aback, but only for a moment. Then his face seemed to relax. You didn't want him to relax. You wanted him to be as angry as you were and in as much pain and misery. You knew it was a horrible, horrible thought, but you couldn't help it. You wanted him to have to run to the toilet upwards of twenty times a day, to have him woken up by a human kicking inside of him at the most ungodly hours.

“You said you'd be at work until five! You're not-” Another sob escaped you as the knot in your chest seemed to grow exponentially, “You're not supposed to be here yet and-”

You couldn't find a single trace of anger on his face. Not in the crease between his brows, not in the corners of his mouth, not even in his eyes. All you could find was concern.

“Hey-” Joel whispered, his hands cupping your cheeks. They were cold but you leaned into the touch regardless, “What's going on, darlin? Talk to me, please.”

You hiccuped slightly as you tried to speak, the words fighting hard to not get outside. As far as your body was concerned, there was no point in telling him, in making him a bigger part of your currently miserable experience than he already had to be.

“Burned- I burned the cookies-” You mumbled, “I wanted- wanted to surprise you.”

Your arms finally wrapped around him, your body fitting snug against his, even with your baby bump between you. Joel pulled you closer, one hand supporting your back while the other gently stroked your hair, “Shhh, it's okay. You're okay.”

He held you like that for a while, occasionally whispering words of gentle encouragement into your ear until the sobs had stopped. Then, he nudged you towards the living room, guiding you to sit down on one of the armchairs next to the window. He stayed by your side, kneeling down in front of you as he kept his hands on your legs, gently rubbing your thigh.

“There we are,” Joel mumbled softly, producing a handkerchief from nearby and wiping the last of your tears from your cheeks. He gave you a few more moments of silence before he spoke.

“Wanna talk about it?” You opened your mouth to decline, to push him away and deal with it yourself. It's what you would have done a few months ago. But, as he kept reminding you, you were a team now. No, not just a team. Parents. Soon-to-be-parents. He-was-once-before-but-you-were-new-to-all-this-parents.

“It's just been a lot,” you mumbled, watching as Joel nodded along, soft brown eyes radiating understanding. “And I'm already putting so much work on you on top of your normal duties so I thought- I wanted to do something nice for you.”

Joel hummed quietly, his thumb pressing into your thigh a little, “You do nice things for me all the time, darlin’.”

“I don't. Not with-” You helplessly gestured to your stomach. You could practically see Joel's expression getting a little more serious at that, “Baby, I promise you do. You're here when I come home, right? You fall asleep next to me. You kiss me when you wake up in the morning. Don't need more than that, baby.”

Almost instantly, the tears were back. A thick one rolled down your cheek and Joel reached up just in time to catch it.

“I appreciate you wanting to bake for me, godda-” He stopped himself from cursing, a habit he’d picked up in the last few weeks, with the due date coming ever closer and him insisting that you should at least try to bring up a civilized child. You had a feeling it had less to do with your child and more with the amount of curse words Ellie dropped on a daily basis, but if it made Joel happy, you wouldn't argue against it.

He sighed, “I really do appreciate it. And you know I think your cookin’ is nothing short of magic,” he mumbled quietly. Then he shook his head, his hand wandering to gently rest on your round stomach, “But it's not why I'm with you.”

“Besides, you're already doin’ a whole lot of baking in here,” he added with a small smile, gently patting your stomach and you couldn't help but let out a small laugh.

“I wouldn't exactly call it baking.”

Joel raised a brow, “No, ‘m pretty sure it is. I made a real nice dough, put it right in here, turned up the heat and now I just gotta wait for it to be done.”

“You're such an idiot, Miller,” you offered weakly as you leaned down towards him, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips. He smirked against your lips, “If being an idiot gets you to stop crying, I'll do it more often.”

The kiss barely had time to get more heated before you gently pushed back against Joel's chest, “Gotta finish the laundry upstairs.” A small frown built on his face, “We agreed I'd do that. Ain't good for your back, baby.”

“I told you, I've been-” He actually cut you off this time, squeezing your thigh a little to make you fall silent, “Remember what I said? When you told me you were pregnant?”

You raised a brow, “Before or after you almost fainted?” Joel sent you a playful glare at that, causing you to sigh, “You said we were in this together. That you- that you'd be here for it all.”

“That's right,” he mused softly, his thumb still absent-mindedly caressing your thigh. 

“Now, let me go take care of the laundry and you take a nap, yeah? You look-” He paused for a moment, clearly trying to find a nice way to say it, “You look real tired, darlin’.”

You drifted off to the sound of clothes being washed in the bathtub in the next room and to Joel's soft humming of a lullaby he’d been practicing. If this works just half as good on our baby, you thought right before falling asleep, we’re not going to half a single sleepless night.

When you wake up, the rays of afternoon sun are filtering through the windows, giving the house the warm glow you like it so much for. Stumbling into the kitchen, you're met with a sight that you've never seen before.

Joel Miller, an apron tied around his front, kneading away on a piece of dough. Your small laughter alerts him to your presence and you swear you can spot the faintest blush on his cheeks as you practically skip towards him.

“If you wanted an excuse to wear that, you could've just said so,” you tease, leaning against the counter as you watch him. Joel grumbles softly but the small smile on his face isn't lost on you, “ ‘bout time you wake up. Wanna help?”

You frown slightly- and then you realize what he’s doing. Baking bread is something you do often, but this isn't that. The cookie recipe you'd been using earlier is placed next to him, the dough looks exactly the same yours had before you’d burned it.

“Figured we both like cookies. Plus it doubles as a Christmas activity and, well.”

You kiss him. Once, twice, only stopping when he forces you to. He's perfect.

You bake together this time, with you showing him how to get the cut-outs just right, him sneaking a few pieces of the dough into his mouth when he thinks you’re not looking. It’s cozy and relaxing and for the first time in weeks, you seem to forget all about the struggles of being a pregnant woman.

You both sit in front of the oven afterwards, you in Joels lap, your bodies intertwined, both watching eagerly as the cookies slowly turn golden. He kisses your head, his nose nuzzling your hair a few times.

“Next time you’re overwhelmed like that?” He mumbles quietly, “Just let me know, yeah? You know I'm here. For you and the little one”

You nod softly, resting your head against his chest, “I know.”

notes: as always, thank you for reading. i adore each and every one of you. if you enjoyed this, feel free to give me an early christmas present by leaving a comment or reblogging <3

#pedropascaladventcalender #joel miller #joel miller / reader #joel miller / you #joel miller x reader #joel x reader #joel / reader #tlou #the last of us #jackson era #mb #moodboard #pedro pascal #fanfic #fanfiction #baking #christmas baking #christmas #stephswinterwritingchallenge #pregnancy #hurt/comfort #fluff #domestic fluff #established relationship

[hanasnx]

MINORS DNI 18+

You line the end of your stick up with the cue ball, your tongue poking out from between your lips in concentration. Playing pool was never your strong suit, but you’re not trying to win this game per se. You’re interested in something far more valuable.

TOJI FUSHIGURO approaches you from behind, hanging his head to the side to get a good gander at your round behind. The baby tee you wear rides up from how you bend over, revealing the dimples at the small of your back. Not at all brief, and in great detail, Toji imagines other contexts. Circumstances in which his thumbs would find a handle on those divots, yanking you back onto him when you run away from a good dicking. Looking at you now, dressed up in a pink outfit two sizes too small, you wouldn’t know a good dicking if it hit you in the face, and he sure was considering batting your pretty cheeks with it.

You wiggle your hips, subconsciously rearing to prepare for your shot, and he chases you. Without thinking about it, he lines himself up with you, rolling his tongue between his lips as mere inches separate the bulge in his pants with your backside strapped in by that teeny skirt. His hand itches to fix onto your tailbone, steadying you so he can nudge up against you. Jus’ a little, wouldn’t even know he was there. Tuck his thumb in the crevice to give your asshole a massage while he did it, he’s really thinking about you here, you should be grateful.

You wind back, and flick your stick forward, pool balls knocking together in snapping sounds as you watch your move play out. He sniffs and swipes his nose pinching it between his index and thumb real quick, adjusting his pants by the back of his belt as he rounds you. A hand at the top of his stick allows him to lean on it marginally, the pool balls slowing to a stop under his gaze.

“You’re bad at this.” he tells you.

The curl to your lips deepens, popping your hip out as you tilt your head at him. He notes the flirtatious body language, the knowing glint in your eye. “Am I?”

His gaze darkens. “Can show you a few things. If you promise it’ll get through that thick skull o’ yers.” A small smile on his mouth stretches out the scar tissue overlaying his lips, and you visualize tracing it with your tongue.

“Oh, don’t be a brute.” you respond as he passes behind you, forcing you to follow him with your eyes. As he picks his target, he holds your gaze, hunching over the table as he lines up his stick. Powerful shoulders confined in a thin black t-shirt has you biting hard onto your lower lip. He breaks the eye contact long enough to hit the ball, but you don’t bother watching them scatter, focused on taking in every marginal move he makes, straightening to his full and dizzying height. The end of his stick comes to your exposed midriff, and hooks under the hem of your baby tee, flicking it up.

“You like it when I’m a brute.”

Indignantly, you tug your shirt back down. It’s clear he wanted to fake you out, make you believe he was gonna get away with flashing himself and any lucky stiff at this bar. You swat his arm scoldingly, but all your dumb brain can think about is how hard and thick his bicep is. “I do not! Why do you insist on bullying me?”

He grins, canines glinting in the dim and smoky light, snickering through his nose. “Easy to bully when you’re bite-sized.”

Bite-sized. That’s all that goes through that thick skull of yours when Toji’s pulling out your brains and shoving ‘em back in with every fuck into you later. Powerful and harsh thrusts, nailing your abused cervix so hard you’re sure it’ll bruise. “The fuck are you thinking about, hah? You rememberin’ those pool tips? Got ya to lay down real low on that table. Bet everyone saw up that stupid little skirt.” Toji jeers at you while he’s pinning you by your head, big hand on your hair to pin your cheek to the mattress. “Everyone saw you leave with me. Saw a slice of cherry pie get pushed around by mean ol’ Toji, only to hang off my arm out the door. A little slutty, don’t’cha think?” He’s amusing himself, you can tell by the sound of his deep voice he’s got that wolfish grin on he wears so well. Wickedly, his reckless pace speeds up so you can’t form a response.

Your limp body has no choice but to move with him, rippling with each sheath into you. Poor cunt puffy and agitated around him as his mean cock brutalizes it some more. Tears sting your eyes but you can’t tell if they’re of pain or pleasure.

“T- Toji—“ you choke out, reaching back to finger timidly at his thighs. He won’t have it, picking himself up to a kneel so he can yank you back on him. Thumbs slot onto your dimples as fingers tuck between the folds of your pelvis and thighs. That perfect ass of yours smacking against him so hard, your skin pebbles and blushes.

“Huh?” he mocks. “What’s that? S’this the part where you lie and tell me you can’t handle it? Nah, little girl, I’m looking at the way this cunt’s slurpin’ me up. Fucking take it.”

#i’ve never read or watched jjk btw. mb if this is ooc #ch: toji #indy: drabbles #toji fushiguro drabble #toji smut #toji fushiguro smut #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #toji x female reader #toji fushiguro x female reader #toji x you #toji fushiguro x you #toji x y/n #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji imagine #toji fushiguro imagine #toji fic #toji fanfic #toji fushiguro fanfic

[crabs-brencil]

rahhh finally a full render for tmbd

drew this for IHopedTheredBeStars's fic which you should definitely check out after checking the content warnings

#the murderbot diaries #ao3 fanfic #tmbd #tmbd fanart #tmbd mb #murderbot #secunit #gurathin #murderathin #krita

[nobodysdaydreams]

You guys would love it.

#fanfiction #ao3 #ao3 fanfic #ao3 writer #fanfic writing #ao3 author #ao3fic #mbs fanfic #tmbs fanfic #fan fic #fanfic #my fic #wip #work in progress

[floorboardchompingfridays]

Absolutely no one:

Me when I read a good MBS fic:

#Yum yum #floorboard chomping fridays #mbs fanfic #tmbs #mbs disney #mbs #mysterious benedict society #the mysterious benedict society

[heyitsthatonesmolgay]

Behold! I am capable of writing fluff! :D

#nick.txt #mbs disney #mbs fanfic #sq pedalian #nicholas benedict

[crow-in-springtime]

I'd love to do the Ask Game with you!!! It sounds fascinating. Also, as you probably know, your MBS OTGW AU has severely taken over my brain <3

Despite having no fear of the dark, he always carried a lantern with him. The lantern. The initials L. C. were scrawled on the bottom, as if scratched on with someone’s fingernails. On especially hard days, he would stare at the light in the lantern and will himself to see the silhouette of little Katie-Cat, her soul trapped inside the lantern yet still dancing and swinging happily around. And that is precisely what he was doing one October night when Curtain materialized in the doorway behind him. Milligan knew he was there without turning around. He determinedly kept his head facing the wall. ”Milligan,” Curtain greeted, his dripping, venomous voice seeming to fill the house like a disastrous flood. “You’re late.” ”I know,” was Milligan’s only response. Still facing the wall, he felt Curtain’s arm snake over his shoulder and he instinctively grabbed the lantern and held it firm.

Hello! You and Bods must be on the same wavelength because I just answered her ask with part of the same quote here!

I would love to talk about the first part though, because I was having so much fun with the Lantern Lore.

I really liked writing the “as if scratched on with someone’s fingernails” description because it conjures up such a vivid picture for me. Like yeah, it’s carved into the base of the lantern in really really bad handwriting.

And the initials being Curtain’s initials…who else has owned the lantern before?????? Is Milligan the first (he is not.)??? Did Curtain create the lantern??? Was he always “The Beast”???? What is so important about the lantern???? Will we EVER get answers???? (👀)

Also lanterns and what they can symbolize is so fascinating to me. Light that you can carry around, but what happens when your arm gets tired? Is it worth it to carry it around if it’s such a small amount of light anyway? They’re so fun!! And Milligan carrying the lantern around even though he doesn’t need it shows what he’s decided, and it’s like that quote I saw once about how “fire exposes our priorities” (just looked it up and apparently it’s from sherlock lmao) but in a different sense then they probably meant it. The fire isn’t putting him in danger, rather it’s more like he’s decided to protect the fire. Does that make sense? I may have gotten too much into abstract stuff and too many metaphors to keep straight

Oooh I also loved repetition of “a lantern” vs “the lantern” like I don’t know if it’s like a writing trope or something but it really emphasizes the importance of something, the lantern in this case.

AND THEN MILLIGAN CARRYING THE LANTERN EVEN THOUGH HE DOESN’T NEED TO BECAUSE HE THINKS KATE’S TRAPPED IN THERE AAAAAAAA 😭😭

Like I know I wrote it, but still it makes me so emotional. Their relationship means soooooo much to me, one of the ultimate father-daughter relationships for me

#I just realized I mentioned milligan carrying the lantern twice but ykw it really got to me so we’re keeping it like that #anyway I’m super Normal about light symbolism #as I’m sure you can tell #thank you for indulging my lantern lore rambles and thank you for this ask!! #asks #ask game #mbs #mbs fanfic #milligan wetherall #ledroptha curtain #ky’s gallery

[phtalogreenpoison]

just posted the third chapter of this interlude! finally!!!!!!! hopefully it doesn't read too disjointed, as I haven't written in a long time. thank you for being kind and generous to me in this fandom. 🥺🥺🥺

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