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bazzybelle · 5 months

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Good Omens 2 and Wayward Son - A Fan's Commentary on Fandom Reactions

I’m going to start off by saying apologies for any obvious grammatical errors. I am writing purely from the heart here.

Also, apologies to my Sandman friends. If you haven’t read The Simon Snow Trilogy, this will go over your heads. However, I have been going back and forth on writing this meta since the release of Good Omens 2, and I just finished reading a spectacular meta on queer ships becoming canon by @avelera, which you can find here (read it, it’s brilliant). Anyway, I feel now’s a good time to let out all of my feelings when it comes to Good Omens 2 and how similar it was to reading Wayward Son.

Simon Snow friends, you all know that Wayward Son is my favourite book out of the trilogy. You also know that this can be considered a controversial take within the fandom. And I don’t mean that in a toxic way, this fandom is one of the more wholesome fandoms I’ve seen; But in the way of like… Wayward Son is itself a polarizing book.

I say this, knowing full well what went down when Wayward Son was released. Perhaps I had the advantage of not being completely embroiled within the Simon Snow fandom until after I’d finished reading the book, but I lived on the periphery. I followed Rainbow on Twitter (fuck you, I am not calling it X), I had saved some artwork on Pinterest (before I found out those were stolen, wherein I immediately unpinned them and deleted my fandom folders), and I was excited to get Wayward Son as soon as it came out. So much so that I asked my husband to go to the Indigo near his office and buy it because I wanted to read it right away.

Friends, I demolished that book within a DAY.

Then I read it again. And again. And again.

Then I wrote my first fanfiction in eight years.

This book changed me. But you all know that. I’ve talked about it often, and that’s not what this meta (Editorial? Opinion piece? Shouting into the void?) is about.

What I am going to talk about is the amount of pure vitriol this book got once it was released. There was SO MUCH complaining about the book. It was too short! There was no point to it! Why aren’t Simon and Baz having sexy vampire sex? Why aren’t they living together (never mind that this was briefly discussed at the end of Carry On, but go off I guess)?

And you know what’s even funnier? Within a couple of weeks (it might have even been days, I’m a little fuzzy on timelines) Rainbow announced the third book. We knew, right away, that Wayward Son was meant to be an in-between book! Rainbow, being a fandom person herself, has said time and time again that she had always considered Wayward Son as an in-between book, structured like The Empire Strikes Back within the Star Wars original trilogy. Like think of the in-between books of any series, they are ALWAYS the darkest ones. In order to fully appreciate the win in the end, you need to go through the tough shit.

What I loved about Wayward Son was it took that idea and spun it. It went all “ok, yeah we dealt with the win, now let’s deal with the aftermath. Only then can we have the makeouts and sexy times these guys deserved.” (and damn, did Any Way The Wind Blows deliver on that promise).

But I am getting away from myself again. Point is, it was always meant to be an in-between book. There was always meant to be a resolution at the end of the trilogy. But that sure as hell didn’t stop people from outright demanding Rainbow give them the happy ending NOW. Pestering her on Twitter, (not so much on Tumblr) demanding she do this, or do that, or “you better not kill Baz” (even though she has ALWAYS SAID SHE NEVER WOULD) or “they better not break up” (even though, narratively, it was heading in that direction). The closer the book got to release date, the more people complained about how awful Wayward Son was.

It was really disheartening to see.

Which is why I got really upset when the SAME THING happened after the release of Good Omens 2.

(For clarification purposes, because several of my friends have spoken to me about their own personal issues with Good Omens 2. And you are all super fucking valid. I am strictly referring to the amount of anger I saw online because although Aziraphale and Crowley kissed, they didn’t have an immediate happily ever after. I am also speaking of the anger expressed because the season wasn’t wrapped up in a neat little bow.)

Like with the release of Wayward Son, people seemed to have forgotten that season 2 of Good Omens was meant to be an inbetween season. Neil Gaiman has not been shy to talk about that. He has said over and over again that Season 2 was always meant to be a bridge between the Good Omens he and Terry Pratchett wrote together, and the sequel they had been planning.

What… did you all just forget about that? Do you not know how narrative writing works?

It’s like people refused to take a step back and breathe for a second and appreciate the season for what it was. A beautiful romantic story (because, IT WAS! Just like Neil said it would be), as well as a lead up into what will be the epic, dramatic conclusion. No, instead people started demanding the happy ending NOW, and getting angry when Neil wouldn’t budge and offer more information (even though he never has before) (funny how people just… forgot that).

It was Wayward Son all over again.

Yeah, I’m not going to lie, I was crushed with the way Good Omens 2 left off. Just like I was so confused when Wayward Son ended out of the blue. You know what I did about that? I wrote fic, I read the book again, and I happily anticipated the upcoming final part that would tie up all the loose ends.

Know what I’m doing to heal after Good Omens 2? I’m looking at gifs, rewatching episodes, laughing at memes and crack, and hoping to all the gods of story writing that Amazon approves of a third season, so that Neil Gaiman can be allowed to finish the story he and Terry Pratchett built together.

It’s become sad to watch this feral hunger from fans demanding immediate gratification, and getting upset when it isn’t the ending or gratification they were expecting. Wayward Son came out after years of Carry On fans having nothing else but the one book. Like I said, I wasn’t part of the fandom then, so I don’t know how fans from 2015 felt upon learning they’d get more Simon and Baz. Same with Good Omens. I only really got into the fandom a few months before season 2 came out. So I don’t know how OG fans felt waiting and waiting and waiting. So maybe I have that going for me as an advantage, that my hunger wasn’t growing more and more feral.

Then again, I’m now a part of The Sandman fandom, and we’re essentially waiting on Season 2 to start development. And while I’m hoping a few things are tweaked (like Dream and Hob’s relationship), I’d be more than fine if it stays the same as in the comics. And if they decide to go about that in an entirely different way, I’d be fine with that too. You know why? Because I’ve learned to trust the writers of the stories I love not to lead me astray.

And if I’m unhappy with something –because nothing is ever 100% perfect, and even my favourite stories end up coming short– there are always fanfictions to write, gifs to laugh at, and fandom friends to discuss plots and meta with.

I may have lost the point of this meta. I tend to do that, following a train of thought that doesn’t always make sense in the end.

Fandom friends, can we all just agree to take a breath and be thankful of the stories given to us? Can we learn to appreciate the entire picture, and not just a tiny section of it? And for the love of all that is holy, can we learn to be patient and to listen when our story tellers remind us to wait and see? To trust them when they assure us that our characters will have a happy ending, even if they need to traverse a little in the dark to get there?

I sure as hell am, and I hope you will too.

Gonna tag @carryonsimoncarryonbaz because she was instrumental in encouraging me to write this.

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seiya-starsniper · 7 months

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For the flower prompts...

Calla Lily (it's my favourite flower) - Something at first sight.

I leave it to you to do any Sandman pairing you have an itch to write. 💜😊

Ooooooo this one is so appropriate for me as one of my fave fics I’ve written (not for this fandom) is called Calla Lillies 💖💖 I also added a little personalized twist on this, just for you 😘

Flower Prompt Game!

(Also, for anyone still wondering, I am in fact still accepting prompts! Gonna be a bit slow and answer one or two a day, but I’m so glad this has been such a hit!)

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When Morpheus Endless (and isn’t that the name of the century?) enters the coffee shop in a whirlwind of taut anxiety and indignant rage, Simon Snow does not even say hello, he merely takes up residence at the espresso machine to start preparing the most absurdly complex drink known to man.

“Your man is here,” Penelope deadpans, and Simon rolls his eyes. Morpheus is not his man. He’s very nice to look at, yes, and he may or may not bear a striking resemblance to Simon’s hopelessly secret crush arch nemesis, but they’re too alike in temperament to be anything more than friends. But he can see where the confusion comes from.

When he finishes making Morpheus’s regular order, he calls for his break and walks over, drink in hand, to the corner Morpheus and his terribly bad mood have taken up residence.

“Bad day?” Simon asks, placing the absurdly sweet concoction down on the table where Morpheus has sprawled all his notebooks and laptop. He’s not looking at any of it though, more preoccupied with whatever social media scandal is happening on his phone.

“Cory left me,” Morpheus growls, tapping angrily at the screen. “For Alex Burgess. Who, as you recall, is currently still in a relationship with Paul Mcguire, the unfaithful bastard.”

Simon has no idea who these people are besides Cory, who has come into the shop with Morpheus once. He doesn’t pay attention to the campus gossip. More specifically, the rich people campus gossip. Because Simon is here at the university on scholarship, working part time at the local coffee shop for a little extra spending money, and Morpheus is part of the very small, elite group of legacy family admissions.

No one, not even Penelope, Simon’s best friend since childhood, understands why he and Morpheus get along so well. Simon knows it’s partially because he’s the only one willing to make Morpheus’s stupidly complicated order, and partially because they’re both grumpy bisexuals who fall in love too easily with the wrong people.

“You were too good for him anyways,” Simon replies, plopping down into the chair next to Morpheus.

“Damn right I am,” Morpheus answers, picking up his coffee that is actually more syrup, sugar and milk than anything resembling coffee. And that was after Simon added four shots of espresso. He groans happily as he takes his first sip. “He was awful in bed anyways.”

Simon snorts. “Maybe you should try not dating rich assholes,” he offers.

“No? I should only pine for them hopelessly from across the rugby pitch?” Morpheus answers pointedly.

“Wow, you’re lucky I’m on shift or I’d tip that sad excuse for coffee into your lap,” Simon bites back, feeling the familiar heat of anger rise up in him. Because of course Morpheus knew about Simon’s complicated feelings towards Baz. But he didn’t have to be an asshole about it just because he got dumped.

Morpheus sniffles. “These jeans are Gucci,” is all he says back, before taking another sip of his coffee and letting the subject drop.

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Simon’s break is over before he knows it, and not a moment too soon. He and Penelope are swamped by the late-afternoon rush. Simon doesn’t know how so many people could be craving coffee this late in the day, but to each their own. Morpheus had ordered a second cup of his ungodly drink right before the rush hit, and it’s when he’s finishing up that drink and getting ready to leave that half the rugby team decides to walk into the cafe and ruin Simon’s day.

“Snow,” Baz Pitch sneers at him when he gets to the counter to order. Simon rolls his eyes.

“Let me guess, black tea for the blackness in your soul?” he retorts, smirking when Baz’s face goes tight with annoyance.

“Ooooh, this guy’s got you down to a T,” a brunette answers, coming up from behind Baz and draping an arm over his shoulders.

“Shut up Hob,” Baz replies, rolling his eyes and shrugging his friend off before turning back to Simon. “And yes, black tea, but do try not to over-steep it this time Snow.”

“I’ll have a caramel latte,” the man called Hob adds, “with extra caramel syrup since Bazzy’s paying.”

“Hob I swear if you call me Bazzy one more time—”

“Yeah, yeah, you’ll sue me for defamation somehow, hey, can I get a couple of cake pops too?” Hob answers all in one breath. Simon gets the impression the man is something like a golden retriever in human form.

“Sure, anything for a friend of Bazzy's,” Simon chuckles before he turns to work on their order. He can practically feel Baz seething from behind him as he prepares their order.

As he’s getting ready to prepare Hob’s latte, Simon catches Morpheus out of the corner of his eye approaching the counter, and he instinctively starts preparing a drink for him as well. Seriously, how the hell could Morpheus stomach one of these, let alone three in a single sitting?

“The line is behind me, Endless,” Simon hears Baz say.

“Ah, that’s where you’re mistaken, Basil,” Morpheus replies smoothly. “There is no line when you’re the favorite.”

“Who the hell says you’re the favorite?” Baz snaps

“I do,” Simon cuts in, bringing over the order, and making sure to hand Morpheus’s drink over first. He can just tell Baz is irrationally mad about the whole thing. “Unlike some other customers, Morpheus is a sweetheart.”

“Thank you, dear heart,” Morpheus practically coos at him before turning back to Baz and Hob and smirking. “The cake pops are quite good, by the way.”

“Good to know!” Hob answers cheerily. “Did you want one, by the way? Didn’t realize how large they were,” he adds holding one out.

Morpheus looks taken aback, but accepts the cake pop with a meek thank you and then with their order complete, the rugby team starts making their way towards the exit. Morpheus stares after them as they leave, cake pop still in hand.

“I think I’m in love,” Morpheus says once the cafe has totally emptied out.

“You’re what now?” Simon exclaims, then groans. “Please tell me this isn’t about the cake pop.”

“He has nice eyes,” Morpheus argues. “And if he tolerates Basil’s awful attitude, I’m practically a ray of sunshine in comparison.”

“You're not wrong,” Penelope cuts in, leaning her elbows down on the counter next to Simon. “And if Morpheus can get Hob, maybe he can help you get Baz, Si.”

“That is a terrible plan,” Simon says. “And anyways, Baz hates me.”

“It’s an excellent plan,” Morpheus replies. “And also, you’re an idiot. Basil was ready to stab me with my own fountain pen for touching you so casually.”

“He was not!” Simon squeaks.

“No, he definitely was, I’m with Morpheus here,” Penelope says. “Maybe you two should pretend to date and see how long it takes for Baz to crack.”

“Absolutely not,” Simon says at the same time Morpheus answers “That’s an excellent idea.”

Simon groans.

“I don’t have a choice in the matter do I?” he asks.

“Not at all,” Morpheus replies, biting into the cake pop.

#dreamling #hob x morpheus #dream x hob #snowbaz #baz x simon #sandman fanfic #simon snow fanfic #seiya writes #seiya writes dreamling #I have literally only read fangirl and carry on so hopefully I captured the snowbaz pre-relationship dynamic okay for my first time lmaoooo

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yellobb · 2 months

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Tell me about ye olde "cold case outline"

Ooooo I was hoping someone asked about this one when I first posted the ask game!!!!

From this ask game

Cold Case Outline

This is another WIP that my sister and I did that we actually fully fleshed out, but I am still holding out a bit of hope that one day I’ll actually write the damn thing.

Simon is a mechanic and Baz is an Instagram model. They first meet when Baz brings his Jag in, and he’s immediately enamored with Simon in his oil-stained tank top, messy curls, and freckles. Simon immediately falls in love with Baz’s Jag and fawns over it, which does not help Baz’s predicament. He starts coming to the shop as often as possible with any excuse he can think of (oil change, tire rotation, “the building is just very aesthetic, Snow, so I need you to take my picture while I pose all sexy”). He even keys his own car at one point to have an excuse to visit him (it was a moment of desperation and he’s not proud of it, but he stands by his actions).

Simon lives with Penny and Shepard. Shepard is very into true crime and is hoping to start a podcast of his own about it. Shep visits Simon at work one day, but he gets very quiet and starts staring at Baz when he walks in to drop off the Jag, looking like he’s seen a ghost. Baz is visibly uncomfortable, so Simon kicks Shep out until Baz is good to go. He asks Shep what the hell that was all about afterwards, and Shep is like “that’s Baz Pitch”. “Yeah, and?” “Like, Natasha and Malcolm Grimm-Pitch’s son?! From the 2002 Olympics! Do you think he’d let me interview him for my podcast?”

It turns out, Baz isn’t just mildly famous for his Instagram presence. In 2002, when he was just five years old, his mother was an Olympic figure skater. The day of her event, she didn’t show up to warm-ups. She was found dead under suspicious circumstances over a week later. There are clips of some of her last moments where she acts erratically that went viral, and her case has fascinated the public ever since.

We didn’t get far on actually writing out this story, but what I did finish is a news report that explains the circumstances of Natasha’s death 👀 I’ve included it under the cut if anyone wants to read it! I’m actually pretty damn proud of how it turned out and have always wanted to share it, so I hope y’all enjoy :)

Natasha Grimm-Pitch Death Still Stumps People 20 Years Later

Natasha Grimm-Pitch, world-renowned ice dance figure skater from Great Britain and 3x Olympic medalist, went missing on February 9th, 2002. That morning, her husband and partner, Malcolm Grimm, woke up to find she had not returned in the night. Assuming she had stayed the night with her sister, Fiona Pitch, who had traveled with the pair in order to watch their 5-year-old son, Tyrannus Grimm-Pitch, while they competed, Grimm got ready for the day’s competition, but began to grow worried when Pitch met him at the Salt Lake Ice Center without her sister. She had met Grimm to take Tyrannus, known as “Baz” by those close to the family, but was shocked to find out that Grimm-Pitch had not returned to the couple’s room in the Olympic Village.

“Nat had come over the night before, yeah,” Pitch said, when interviewed about the disappearance the day after the event. “She came over to my hotel room to get some stress relief. I mean, this was her moment. She’d been out of the public eye for a while, after having Baz, and felt like she needed to medal in order to prove herself. I couldn’t tell you who she was proving herself to, though. She never cared what other people thought of her; not even me.”

Grimm was hesitant to alert the police, hoping that his wife had stayed with a teammate, but couldn’t hesitate any longer once warm-up was scheduled to start and she had yet to make an appearance.

“Nat would never have missed a warm-up, especially not now. She’s always on time. Something happened to her,” Grimm told the press the day of the disappearance. Grimm-Pitch’s disappearance caused a stir in the Olympic Village, especially amongst her teammates.

“I knew Natasha. That woman was a force to be reckoned with. When I heard that Malcolm had forfeited their position, I knew something was wrong. Everyone was uneasy as soon as we heard. I think we all knew, deep down, what must have happened. None of us even saw Natasha take a sick day. There was no way in hell she was going to let something stop her from competing again,” said teammate, Mitali Bunce, a year after her disappearance.

A mass investigation was launched into the disappearance, with state and local police leading the search. Grimm searched the streets with his sister-in-law in the hopes of finding her, often leaving their child in the care of the other British athletes. Though the ice dance competition continued, this would not be the case for long.

Natasha Grimm-Pitch’s body was found, washed-up in nearby Farmington Bay, on February 20th, just over a week after her disappearance. The Olympic Village, and the world, watched on in shock as her death was officially announced by the Salt Lake City Police Department at 11:08 AM. The Olympic Committee officially suspended what remained of the ice dance competition that evening, putting out a statement about the tragedy:

“In light of the recent tragedy involving ice dancer, Natasha Grimm-Pitch, the Olympic Committee has unanimously decided to suspend the ice dance competition for the remainder of the Olympic season. We ask the figure skating community to come together at this time to honor her legacy and mourn her loss. The Committee will reconvene in the next month to determine when the events will be completed.”

Her body was flown back to the family’s home in Hampshire, UK, but the FBI stayed in contact with British authorities for the resulting investigation. In the coming months, the mystery only grew. According to her autopsy, Grimm-Pitch had been dead for around 230 hours, placing her death sometime on the evening of February 10th, the day after she went missing. To make the case more shocking, she had only been submerged in the water for five days upon being found, meaning there was a six day gap between her death and her body being, supposedly, dumped in the bay. Despite this, she appeared to have died of natural causes, with nothing to indicate that she had resisted an attacker. There were already rumors in the news surrounding foul play, but things really exploded once security camera footage was made publicly available in April 2002.

In a now infamous clip, Grimm-Pitch is shown entering the Olympic Village at 3:00 AM, missing her shoes and the bag her sister claimed she left her hotel room with. Grimm-Pitch appears to be disoriented, running to hide behind walls and looking around wildly, despite no one being in the vicinity. The footage lasts six minutes, with Grimm-Pitch circling the building she was staying in, even briefly entering the entranceway before stumbling back out.

Her erratic behaviour combined with the confounding circumstances around her actual death threw the media into a frenzy. Every major news outlet reported for over a month with updates in the case, but no suspects were ever identified. It seemed that there were no leads whatsoever. The figure skating community and the true crime community alike waited with bated breaths to find if her death was ruled a suicide, homicide, or accident.

Unfortunately, the answer never came. In 2013, the case was unofficially closed after over a decade with no new information. The case has gone down as one of the most shocking and mysterious disappearances in British and American history alike. The Grimms and Pitches are still desperate for answers, though.

A year after the death of his wife, Malcolm Grimm officially announced his campaign for Prime Minister in the United Kingdom. Despite critics saying he was using Grimm-Pitch’s death to further his political aspirations, which had begun in 1997 with the birth of his son, he won the seat. With his victory, the most popular conspiracy theory surrounding Grimm-Pitch’s death was born.

Many people believe that Grimm knew their performance would fail, leading to them fading from the public eye. To prevent this, Grimm chose to murder his wife and use the sympathy he garnered following her death to get elected. He, allegedly, drugged her, waited for her to die, and hid her body in their room until, six days later, the police grew suspicious of him, so he dumped her body in the bay as a cover-up. Proponents of this theory claim that the mortician performing the autopsy was paid off to lie about finding drugs in her system.

Another popular theory surrounds Fiona Pitch. Pitch has a record of substance abuse, so theories have circulated about her, accidentally or otherwise, giving Grimm-Pitch more than she could handle (despite multiple sources stating that she never used drugs). The theory states that Grimm-Pitch managed to leave her sister’s hotel room before she started experiencing delusions and paranoia. Her sister, who had aided in the search for her, then found her body six days later, dead from overdose, and dumped her in the bay to avoid indicating herself in manslaughter. Many point to a 1995 case involving Pitch where her boyfriend, Nicodemus Petty, overdosed in their London apartment. Pitch herself barely survived the ordeal, but was saved when Petty’s sister, Ebeneza Petty, happened to visit that morning and was able to call paramedics. Pitch was convicted of illegal substance abuse and spent five years in rehabilitation facilities. She claims that she has been clean ever since.

Others believe that it was simply a case of mania, despite Grimm-Pitch’s nearly spotless mental health record. She had been prescribed Wellbutrin following the birth of her son, but stopped using it after only a year. To this day, the case remains unsolved.

Despite the rumors surrounding the family, they have seen unbelievable success. Grimm still enjoys a successful political career, but the star of the show is Tyrannus “Baz” Grimm-Pitch. He has grown a large following online, amassing thirty million followers on his Instagram since its creation in 2018. Grimm-Pitch enjoys a life as an Instagram model with an estimated net worth of nearly $10 million. Despite being in the limelight since his mother’s death, he has yet to publicly comment on the infamous case. His aunt acts as his manager, but abstains from all public appearances.

#m writes #m answers #tag game #wip #the simon snow series #simon snow #baz pitch #snowbaz

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shrekgogurt · 3 months

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Well folks. I’m on my substitute teaching grind again this week! Scheduled each day up in hopes of getting some good writing done. I did on Monday! And then proceeded to finally start reading @ninemagicks Game/Set/Match yesterday and did that every bell so uhhhhhh. Today………..well ummmmm…..yeah today I worked on chapter graphics because I’m in big procrastination mode. I want to keep riding this wave of engagement (that sounds corporate gross) but I’m also very much in my head about delivering. I should probably channel this energy into writing the chapter since such pressure is Baz’s literal arc but uhhhhhhhh why do that when I could Simon avoid. I love being mentally well!

One might say I need to find my own bravado. (more under the cut)

lol the chapter title for 13 is bravado by lorde

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ok anyway

“Work In Progress Wednesday” right? That means I can talk about the progress of every part of the process? Huh? Yeah? Are you gonna stop me? TRY! TRY TO STOP ME!

Aggression aside, let’s get into it.

As previously stated on Sunday, we find ourselves at intermission. But that’s just the theatrical way of slicing up the story. The fun thing about 24 chapters (I got rid of my originally planned intermission chapter because I didn’t want to write it anymore) is that math really loves the number 24. It’s scrumptious. Yummily divisible. Ergo, IKABIKAM also has/is/will be deliciously divided. Afterall, I do keep saying I’m cooking on it.

Now, to put @alexalexinii on blast (sorry for perceiving you), they wrote in the tags of a Chapter 12 reblog: #made me realise that this fic had proper arcs? And I grinned. I cackled. I rubbed my grubby little hands together at the top of my tower as I’ve been doing this whole time because oh ARCS???????? YOU WANT ARCS???????????? I’VE GOT ARCS LYING IN WAIT LIKE YOU WOULDN’T BELIEVE. (I love overselling myself.)

Allow me to let you in on some of the building blocks thus far.

Chapters 1, 2, 3: a complicated reunion which is shaky but ultimately sets up

Chapters 4, 5, 6: developing the friendship which is a crucial foundation for

Chapters 7, 8, 9: the gay (Baz’s increasingly more external “hi i’m gay”, Simon’s internal “oh wait me too”) which then explodes into

Chapters 10, 11, 12: all that political parent stuff that’s been hinted at in passing which is BIG relevant and incredibly intertwined in this tangled up mess that leads into the work of….

You get it. They’re mini trilogies. Don’t ask me about dividing the chapters into groups of four because I didn’t have that in mind while writing. I like threes better. Always have. Absolute banger of a prime number.

If you for some reason want to read more about the structure, I write a little more about it in this wipsday from when I was procrastinating 9.

Now, @cutestkilla keeps telling me I’m at the downward slope now but honestly delivering on what I’ve set up scares the shit out of me WAY more than the grunt work. I’m uhhhhh yeah. This is why I’m chronically unable to finish projects but by GOD I will finish this one. I swear by it.

So here are three sentences. You get to guess from who and when.

Loving him comes as naturally as breathing. It’s intuitive when I’m not thinking. Or rather, when I’m not panicking.

If you want to follow along with all the songs I’m hyperfixating on as inspiration I’ve been sharing them over on the “shrogurt” instagram. There’s nothing I love more than talking way too much about this damn fic. Thanks for reading!

And thank you for the tags today: @nausikaaa @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @artsyunderstudy @prettygoododds @emeryhall

Now tagging: @brilla-brilla-estrellita @captain-aralias @dani-vc @ebbpettier @excalisbury @facewithoutheart @fatalfangirl @hagnoart @iamamythologicalcreature @ileadacharmedlife @imagineacoolusername @ivelovedhimthroughworse @j-nipper-95 @larkral @letraspal @martsonmars @messofthejess @moodandmist @mooncello @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @palimpsessed @raenestee @rimeswithpurple @theearlgreymage @theimpossibledemon @thewholelemon @valeffelees @whogaveyoupermission @youarenevertooold @you-remind-me-of-the-babe

#as i was typing this an eighth grader started singing that jack harlow song help #wipsday #ikabikam #vainposting #Youtube

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artsyunderstudy · 1 year

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Happy New Year!

I want to open with saying thanks to everyone in this amazing fandom, both the creators and the cheerleaders, because all of you make it an incredibly fun and warm place to be. I’ve consumed and created so much this year it’s hard to narrow things down to my favorites, but damn it all, I’m going to try.

We Still Bloom (T, 18.4k)

The Mirrors that Hold Us (E, 70.4k)

Sixty Seconds (T, 2.8k)

What Lies Behind Doorways (M, 10.8k)

A Mild Case of Madness (M, 22.6k, WIP)

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe (T, 4.7k)

Every One With You (M, 5.3k)

What We Crave (E, 9.3k)

Touch Starved (E, 5k)

Here in the Dark (E, 4.7k)

Total: 9 complete fics, 1 fic in progress

Word count: 154k

Favorite story this year? Not the most popular, but the one that makes you the happiest?

We Still Bloom, definitely not my most popular but it was my personal favorite.

Okay, now your most popular story?

Sixty Seconds, which was unfathomable to me because I wrote it in two days (though it was HEAVILY edited over a week) and it’s very short, very simple, and VERY fluffy. And I was so terrified while posting it because I didn't know if it was any good at all. But apparently fluff is the business I should be in because the two fluffiest fics I wrote were much better received than I originally expected. (The other is Meet me Under the Mistletoe.)

Story most underappreciated by the universe?

I wouldn’t say We Still Bloom is "underappreciated", but it’s the one I’m most proud of but has the least amount of kudos, which honestly I understand. It’s angsty, its sad and tense the whole way through. And while I personally enjoy stuff like that, not everyone does. But I think it’s some of my best writing, and has a really lovely conclusion. The whole point of it was to explore why they love one another, and how. And honestly how hard it is to accept love, sometimes.

Story that could have been better?

I’m generally the most critical of my longer works, because they take a lot of planning, and even if pieces are really good there is pacing and build-up and the overall flow to consider. So I think Mirrors could have been better? It was my first long fic for the fandom, and honestly the first long thing I’ve written in a decade, so I’m overall proud of it and happy with it. But I’m sure it could have been a lot better.

Sexiest story?

Touch Starved is the hottest thing I’ve written, I’m pretty sure. (Here in the Dark is a close second, they are both PWP lol) It’s one fic where I allowed myself to go a little darker and filthier, since usually I tend toward tender intimacy/emotions over sexiness. Though TS has a lot of both, it definitely lets itself just be a horny little fic.

Saddest story?

Mirrors? Probably? It depends on what makes you sad, but that story is mired in grief which is sad. But What Lies Behind Doorways is sad in that it’s about Baz dealing with PTSD alone, and We Still Bloom is about Baz loving Simon without a lot of hope, and breakup angst always hits ME the hardest. So, I dunno. Take your pick. I write a lot of sad shit.

Most fun?

A Mild Case of Madness has been so much fun. I didn’t think I could be funny. Like, I’m funny IRL, but I’ve never tried to write anything funny. It’s not hilarious by any means, but it’s got this sassy energy I don’t think a lot of my other stuff has. It’s been so much fun to write. (I NEED TO FINISH IT)

Story with the single sweetest moment?

I have … no idea. Probably every hug in Sixty Seconds, or the last hug?? The whole thing is about comfort hugs, it’s the definition of saccharine.

Hardest story to write?

We Still Bloom was written very very quickly, but only after MONTHS of fussing over it. I thought that fic to death, and there was a point I was wondering if I’d ever be able to actually write it, so it was definitely a challenge. Once I had the plan, though, I feverishly wrote it in only a couple weeks.

Easiest/most fun story to write?

Meet Me Under the Mistletoe was very quick and easy to write. It’s just a bunch of kissing!

Most overdue story?

Well clearly it’s A Mild Case of Madness.

Did you take any writing risks this year? What did you learn from them?

Everything feels like a risk, honestly. Maybe What We Crave was the biggest risk, and I still feel really conflicted about it? It also happens to be my least favorite fic of the year. If I had known what it would end up being, I probably would have planned more, and maybe I wouldn’t have posted it at all. I don’t know. Mmm. On a more positive note I am glad I took the risk and got outside of my comfort zone. I do think parts of it are really good, specifically the final chapter.

Coming back to edit because I need to add Sixty Seconds, I challenged myself with brevity for this fic and I have to say it was absolutely a great experience even if it felt risky. It taught me a lot about how to make cuts and really narrow down the narrative to its more important components, something I definitely struggle with.

This year's theme and the story that demonstrates it?

I tend to focus on emotional intimacy in pretty much everything I write. Most of my stories revolve around the exploration of that intimacy or striving to correct intimacy that’s missing, like Baz finally opening up about his trauma to Simon in What Lies Behind Doorways, or Simon recognizing and pushing beyond his fear of loss in We Still Bloom. Then, the way intimacy helps them to express themselves and get closer, like the comfort sex in Every One with You, the hugs in Sixty Seconds, and the way Baz touches Simon and allows himself to be touched in Touch Starved. Intimacy, intimacy, intimacy.

I drew a ton of art this year, so I'm just going to highlight a few favorites. ♥

I just joined this fandom in March and I have read so, so, so much fic. it's not going to be possible to highlight all my favorites in this post, so I just want to preface this by say if I kudosed, commented or bookmarked any of your fics, I loved them. That being said, here are my top 10 completed fics and top 5 WIPS, and my apologies if they weren't all written this year. I tried, but like I said. I read so much.

Completed

Ready or Not by @bookish-bogwitch (E, 20.7k)

Baker boxer teacher grief (Or: The thing that lasts) by @chen-chen-chen-again-chen (E, 21.3k)

Snow, Baz, and the Seven Bunces by LakeWitch (M, 54k)

London Loves Us Only by imjusthereforthefreefood (E, 47.6k)

Restoration Ecology by @captain-aralias (E, 51k)

What's Left by @cutestkilla (M, 133.8k)

when the dust settles (you'll come home to me) by @diningpagentry (E, 65.8k)

Where the Sand Meets the Sea by @amywaterwings (T, 76.5k)

A Light from Miles Away and A Light From Within by @stillmadaboutpetra (T, 67k and 60k)

The Space In Between by @whatevertheweather (M, 101.1k)

WIP

What Remains After The Storm by @hushed-chorus (M, 14.7k)

Depth of Reason by @you-remind-me-of-the-babe (M, 22.7k)

A Dangerous Affinity by @larkral (T, 67.8k)

Every little helps by @nightimedreamersworld (E, 28.6k)

More Than Friends by @fatalfangirl (E, 6.3k)

Comment more and do more fic rec posts. ♥♥

Finish a new fic over 70k

Be kinder to myself and stop being so self-critical. Enjoy the process.

Participate in more fests

Make more fandom friends ♥ There are so many amazing people here and I would really love to get to know you all better.

Here's to 2023! So excited for what's ahead. ♥

#snowbaz #year in review #long post #about me

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jahayla-parker · 2 years

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Self-Care Compromise: Tom Holland x Reader

Disclaimer: I do not own the above video, the creator is listed in the video.

Summary: Y/n once again finds her boyfriend Tom to be overworking himself so she takes matters into her own hands to fix it.

Warnings: None, just fluff 💕(other than brief mentions of being burnt out from working too much)

Notes: this is based on many videos similar to the one included where Tommy looks so tired but still fights for the fans.

I felt it was time someone fought for him so 🥺

The ending is not rigid so that if I want to do a part 2 (such as tasks discussed for the next day, etc.) I can 😊

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“Thanks Mac!” Y/n says, grabbing the freshly made tea from the barista on the set of Tom’s latest project.

“No problem y/n/n” Mac waves before starting the next order.

Y/n breathes in the pleasant scent of the tea she ordered for Tom as she walks back over to where they planned to meet before they headed back to the hotel.

It had been a long day on set for Tom today. Although, if they were being honest, it had been a really long week for him.

The crew have been working him to the breaking point and instead of listening to y/n’s pleas for him to take a day off, he kept pushing through.

Tom was waiting on the sidewalk by the barricades. He was in his loose sweats, relaxed T-shirt, and beanie.

He couldn’t wait until they made it back to the hotel for the night.

Tom loved his job and his fans. But, he just wanted to rest on the couch cuddled into y/n’s side as they ate take-out and watched stupid reality TV shows while he fell asleep.

At this point, he would give anything to just not have to keep forcing a smile and pretending he wasn’t exhausted. But, as fans began approaching him, he realized he wasn’t going to get that.

Tom took a shallow breath and pasted on a fake smile as his fans came over asking for photos.

Harry felt pity for Tom as he watched his brother. Tom looked like he was going to pass out at any moment but they both knew neither one could say no or mention something about him wanting to leave.

Harry sighted hopelessly as he stood to the side of Tom and his fans. His eyes only looking away when he heard someone else approaching.

Y/N’s eyes were glued on Tom and she wanted to wrap her arms around him and never let him go. He looked so drained.

Hearing a soft sigh, y/n turned her gaze to Harry and nodded in agreement.

“How long has this been going on this time?” Y/n asked as Tom once again forced a fake smile for the fans.

This had happened nearly every day. If he kept at it, he was going to break and get sick. Y/n knew he wanted to make time for the fans, but there’s a line.

Everyday, y/n had found small ways to try and help him with this. He refused to listen to her begging him to rest, but that didn’t mean she was going to give up.

So, instead of arguing, she settled to forcing self care tasks upon him. It had become somewhat of a daily ritual at this point.

Each healthy behavior she started him doing would pile on top of the other so that she was slowly ensuring more of his time was going towards self care.

The typical routine would consist of herbal teas (especially those for relaxation) throughout the day, night time tea upon finishing for the day so he could sleep that night, a healthy homemade breakfast rather than his damn protein shakes, and cuddling while watching the reality tv shows he and Baz had watched in London to help with his homesickness.

She’d even gotten him to start using face masks (sometimes the ones with silly characters to cheer him up) and cold eye masks, weekly hair conditioning treatments she’d apply as he would wash his hair daily due to sweating all day and not being used to his longer hair, using a weighted blanket each night, etc.

While the self care plan may seem successful, there were plenty of failures too.

She had tried implementing them taking walks as it always calmed him, but each time they’d run into fans and it would undo everything.

Y/n also tried working with Nikki and Dom to send Tessa out for a week or two for an emotional support animal therapy type thing for Tom.

But, while here, Tessa was too energetic and excited and managed to urinate all over the hotel floor when seeing Tom. It only got worse from there as she chewed on his set lists, socks, etc.

Tessa only ever did these things when nervous; a rarity for her. Y/n was certain Tessa had picked up on Tom’s energy.

The warmth from Tom’s tea seeping into her palm brought y/n’s attention back to the present moment.

Tom was looking over at her in between photos, his eyes delicate but missing their usual light.

Tom’s smile for the photos and fans may have been forced, but his smile to y/n when their eyes met wasn’t.

It wasn’t his normal smile by any means, but he’d always have enough in him to give her at least a tiny smile.

Y/n gave him a sympathetic smile and sighed.

“I’ve got to do something Baz” y/n groaned.

“We can’t. People will have a field day with it and will attack us” Harry frowned.

Y/n nodded and felt a small wave of hope upon seeing the last fan thanking Tom and leaving.

She let out a sigh of relief and handed Tom the tea with one hand while the other went behind his back to hold him to her.

Tom let out a deep breath as he tucked his head into the crook of her neck.

“Tommy, we’ve got to figure this out. You’re overdoing it” y/n says as she feels Tom’s lip quivering on her shoulder.

Tom was silent but nodded his head against her skin.

Y/n smiled softly, glad he was at least on the same page now.

“Okay, so here’s the plan” she says, stepping back to look in his eyes.

Tom lifted his eyes and y/n’s heart broke even more as she noticed his watery gaze.

“Oh love” y/n frowns, reaching up to stroke his face.

“I love you” Tom whispers, his voice weak.

“T, I love you too. We’re going to fix this. Tonight though, let’s just go home and-“ y/n says, running her thumb gently under his eyes.

However, her instructions were cut off when another group of fans approached.

Tom closed his eyes briefly to compose himself so they wouldn’t see.

Y/n sighed and held his face in her hands, “baby, you do not need to do this”.

He shrugged and sighed before forcing on a smile, “do I look okay?”

“No” y/n said causing Tom to freeze in shock.

“Tom you’re always gorgeous. But no, you don’t look okay. Because you’re not. I’m done with this, I’m handling it. Now” she says, letting go of his face and placing her hands on her hips.

“Love, I appreciate it but I’ll manage” Tom says as a yawn ironically escapes.

Y/n gives him a knowing look and he bites his lip. He is beyond appreciative of her and her protectiveness over him.

However, he knows his publicist and agents would lose it if he told fans that he didn’t feel like doing photos.

He’d told her this in the past and she argued that she could do it herself then. Tom then told her that he didn’t want her to get hate from the fans even though he appreciated the offer.

While looking into her eyes, Tom realized she was past the point of caring what happened to her anymore.

It was a feeling he knew well. Whenever people would get too close or aggressive to her in public, he was the same way.

“Hey guys” y/n said, trying to sound like she was in a good mood but also demonstrating she was needing them to listen.

The fans greeted her and then promptly asked to speak to Tom.

Y/n shook her head, making eye contact with Harry and nodding towards Tom’s security guard.

Harry nodded once and walked over to explain to the security guard what needed to happen.

It was clear to Baz by her body language that she was done with Tom being overworked and wanted to ask the fans to give him space and time.

Harry told the guard he wasn’t exactly sure if y/n wanted him to help should she get hurt in response or if she wanted him to help get Tom out of the area instead. He had his suspicions and upon looking back at her, she nodded her head backwards in nonverbal confirmation that she wanted Tom out.

Y/n had been calmly trying to explain to the fans how hard Tom had been working. She was hoping they would then understand how he was feeling and let him be.

And, some of them did. Others did not get the point and instead cheered and still asked for photos with him.

Upon the security agent approaching Tom, y/n sighed and explained to the fans he would not be staying today.

The fans began mumbling and arguing but it wasn’t clear what they were saying.

Tom’s security had him gripped by the upper arm but he was defiantly staying planted where he was.

He was not going to leave her.

Tom whispered in argument to his security that he would not be leaving until they got her out of her.

Y/n turned around and used her eyes to plead with him to leave. Once he was in the car, she was planning on thanking the respectful fans and then joining him.

But, despite his very visible exhaustion and desire to leave, he wouldn’t part from her side.

Tom tried to get closer to her but his security had a firm grip on him.

Just as y/n was about to rush her thank you message to the fans so she could drag him to the car herself, she noticed the guilty look on his face and saw his muscles twitch the way they do when he started getting a headache.

It was only then that y/n realized how loud the fans/scene was.

Taking a deep breath, she stepped closer to the fans, Tom’s fingers instinctively reaching for her and brushing against her wrist in an attempt to stop her.

Y/n turned her head slightly to see him and blew him a soft kiss before facing the fans again.

“Hi guys, please try to speak softer” y/n says, waving at them to get their attention.

Some of the calmer fans complied, but the others only started asking more questions.

“Please. I know you guys want to see Tom and he loves you all. But his head is hurting so loud noises as great as it is to see how excited you all are, it is making it worse” y/n sighs and the fans instantly stop their comments.

“He’s been working so hard on this project for you guys and as much as he’d love to have time to spend with you all, he needs to rest. He’s been pushing through daily and it isn’t good for him, so please respect that he is going to be leaving right now” she adds, the fans all seeming to hang onto every word.

“Tom wouldn’t deny you guys the chance to meet with him, even when it is detrimental to his well-being. So I’m stepping in to do that for him. Feel free to respond as you wish to that. But, we are leaving now to get him home to rest either way. I just plead that you realize he needs this but that he still appreciates you all. Thank you” y/n says, turning to face Tom.

Tom can feel the tears in his eyes again as his girlfriend pleads with his fans and soon enough his vision of her is clouded and blurry.

Tom shakingly reaches his hand out to her as she approaches him.

He gives her a grateful smile and kisses her cheek when she’s close enough.

“Y-you.. thank you darling” Tom whimpers, slipping out of the guards grip and into her embrace.

“I’m always here T, regardless of who I have to piss off to do so” she says, holding him closer to her as they walk to the car.

As y/n walks, she keeps her eyes down on the beautiful boy holding onto her, his head tucked down to rest on her chest as they make their way to the car.

“Here” y/n says, reaching for the cup of tea that is awkwardly pinched between his arm and her body.

Tom looks up and shakes his head, “I want it”.

Y/n giggles sweetly at him and nods, moving her hand from his cup and then up to his head as she starts stroking his hair.

Tom blushes and gives her a soft smile; genuine but still minimal due to his exhaustion.

“Why don’t you sleep baby?” Y/n whispers as Tom lays his head on her shoulder when they get into the car.

Tom’s eyes remain slightly closed due to the sheer weight of them at this point, but they never leave y/n’s face.

“‘m wanna spend time wi’ you” Tom says, his accent causing his words to blend excessively.

Y/n grins over at him and kisses his cheek.

“Rest on the drive and I’ll wake you when we get to the hotel” she assures him.

Tom lovingly nods and lets his eye completely close.

Y/n smiles down at him, happy he is finally sleeping.

She doesn’t risk kissing his cheek as she doesn’t want him to wake up so she settles for lowering her head to rest on his as he snores softly.

Since her head is resting on his, she can’t see his face so she lets her eyes settle on his hand laying on her thigh.

She smiles as she sees the rings she bought him starting to show signs of wear from how often he has them on.

One of the rings she got him -his favorite ring- has an engraving on it facing his palm. By now, it is slightly faded as he tends to rub over the engraving with his thumb when nervous or missing her.

Y/n makes a mental note to take it to the store tomorrow while he’s on set and therefore can’t have it on.

Usually Harry has it on him so when Tom’s between shoots or scenes he can put it back on briefly.

You’d think it were a wedding band with the way he treats it and always wants it back on, but it’s not.

That doesn’t stop him from being enamored by it as it holds an important meaning to him.

Not only is the ring from the woman he loves more than anything in the world, it also has a special message on it.

The engraving on the back of this ring is the coordinates of where they first met.

She knew she’d have to tell Tom she was taking it from Harry because he’d panic if he didn’t have it when he went to put it on between takes.

She’d prefer to do it as a surprise for him, but she’d settle for him being relaxed.

Hopefully though, there will be a longer scene that would take an hour or so to get through so she could sneak it back in place before he’d be done.

“Are you scheming?” Harry whispers, turning to look back at them from his position in the front seat.

Y/n snaps her eyes up to him and smirks, “no. Not technically. But I’d like to get his ring re-engraved and cleaned tomorrow as a surprise”.

“You think he won’t notice it’s gone? Y/n/n he almost yelled at me when I left it in the trailer instead of on me once” Harry laughs quietly.

Y/n rolls her eyes and turns her head to kiss Tom’s head softly now that she’s sure he’s in deeper sleep and less likely to be prompted to wake up.

“It shouldn’t take more than thirty minutes. Is there any scenes we can take advantage of?” She asks, stroking Tom’s hair.

“You two are cloyingly endearing” Harry groans despite a smile on his face, “yes we can make it work”.

Y/n smiles and whispers a soft thank you, briefly looking up at Harry.

Harry nods, “thank you. For all of that, and this, and everything” his arms waving around as if pointing to the different scenes.

Y/n blushes and tucks her head closer to Tom’s as they continue their way to the hotel.

———

“Okay, so we’ve got a panda one, a cat one, and a… I think it’s a unicorn.. one” y/n says, holding up the three face sheet masks to the boys.

Tom smiles up at her from his position on the couch. When they got back, y/n had asked him to get into more comfortable clothes after he took his desired shower while she went and got them all takeout with Harry.

Harry had entered the living room before her so that he could set the food down as she went to grab the face masks.

“‘mm either love” Tom grinned as he shuffled in his seat so she could join him.

“Okay, unicorn it is” y/n giggled, tossing him it. “Baz?”

“Panda obviously” Harry shrugged and say down next to Tom.

“Eh, that’s y/n/n’s spot” Tom whined, shoving his brother.

“Tom it’s fine, I want to change first. So, he can sit there for a moment” y/n laughed, trying to have him compromise with Harry.

Harry smirked. Y/n and Tom were both certain he’d taken her seat on purpose to start trouble but after the chaos of today, neither cared to argue.

——

Tom looked up from his dinner as y/n walked back into the room wearing his sweats and her sleep shirt, a smile forming on his tired face.

Y/n smiled at him and kissed his forehead as she grabbed her to-go container and settled in next to him; noting Harry had moved to his own seat.

Tom adjusted the blanket he had until it covered her shoulders and she leaned against him to rest her head on his shoulder as she slowly ate.

Tom sighed in bliss as he pulled her closer with his free hand as he took another bite.

He was so thankful to be home and resting. He had only her to thank for making that possible. And he had, a lot.

It felt like he was thanking her each and every single step up the stairs to their hotel room.

She didn’t need his gratitude, she just needed to know he was okay and safe. Tom however, needed her to know how much he appreciated it.

The compromise? Her accepting his compliments and grateful sentiments anytime he came up. Tom happy knowing she was aware how he felt and showing his appreciation through nonverbal cues instead.

—-

While the three of them were watching tv, Harry stepped out of the room for a moment to take a call.

“Love?” Tom asks tenderly, his fingers dancing over y/n’s hand.

Y/n hummed in response, looking over at her boyfriend.

“Are they being kind?” Tom whispered, pointing to her phone.

Y/n furrowed her eyebrows briefly until she realized what he meant; the fans on the internet.

She nodded, stroking his face as she reassured him “actually yeah. Obviously they were understanding you need a break, which is good because if they hadn’t been I probably would have been banned from Twitter…”

Tom blushed and laughed in agreement. There was a reason he never used Twitter.

“But they also haven’t been as bad as I was expecting towards me” she shrugs, “I mean even when nothing happens we both get random hate comments, but this isn’t anything drastically more than normal”.

“I’m glad… but there should be a normal” Tom frowns snuggling closer to her warmth.

Y/n hums in agreement as she plays with his hair. It’s still silky but he could use another conditioning treatment tomorrow.

“Hey, uhh, y/n/n, have a sec?” Harry asks, re-entering the room.

Tom gives Harry a questioning look but y/n simply nods and kisses Tom’s cheek as she detangles herself from him.

Tom pouts as he watches her cross the living room to Harry.

Harry whispers something to y/n who only nods and takes the phone from him before stepping out.

Tom glares at his younger brother, “who is it?”.

Baz laughs and rolls his eyes, “mum you Div. She wanted to talk to y/n for a moment”.

—-

“No dear, I’m completely sincere about this. I cannot express how relieved you made me today. I’ve been seeing that look of exhaustion on his face for days but he would not listen to me” Nikki states.

Y/n bites her lip, feeling guilty that Nikki thinks Tom is safe with her there even though he was fighting her on this matter.

She sighs, “yeah… to be fair. He wouldn’t listen to me either. He’s been a bit stubborn”.

Nikki laughs, “he usually is. Harry told me that Tom’s been doing self care things though because of you. So even if he just started listening today, at least his care for you caused him to cooperate”.

Y/n fights a blush and smiles to herself, “I’m really happy he did, he was stressing me out. I hate seeing him overextend himself”.

“I know you do dear. We are so blessed that you guys have each other. Please be sure you’re not overdoing it either, even if with the intent of helping him” Nikki pleads.

“I promise, I’ll be careful” y/n agrees.

“Good because we care about you both and you guys need each other. I will let you get back to your night, I just wanted to thank you verbally” Nikki says, referring to the fact the two had texted on this matter earlier today.

“Always. Did you want to speak with Tom?” Y/n asks, turning around to walk back inside. “He’s awake but relaxing on the couch presently”.

“Oh, sure then. Thank you y/n. Love you dear” nikki says, a smile evident from her tone.

“Love you too, here he is” y/n says, handing the phone to Tom who hasn’t left the couch.

Tom smiles at his girlfriend and tugs her hand to get her to sit with him.

As Tom talks to his mom, his grip around y/n tightens as he sinks further into the couch.

Even if Nikki was mostly scolding him for not taking better care of himself, speaking with her, while holding y/n was everything to him in that moment.

He had the most amazing support system and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

#tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fluff #my writing #tom holland x y/n #tommy baby #Tom holland x gf!reader #Tom holland tired #Tom holland fans #Tom holland TikTok #Tom holland self care #Tom holland sad #Tom holland hurt comfort

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that-disabled-princess · 6 months

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Twenty Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @bazzybelle for the tag!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Currently, eighty-three! There are a couple more I've orphaned, though.

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

83,430. Damn, seeing a big number and my name in the same sentence is weird xD

3. What fandoms do you write for?

The Dragon Prince, Carry On, and Nimona! I've also written for Starkid and She-Ra in the past.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

The top three are Nimona haha. I jumped on the Nimona train pretty early, so I'm not surprised.

These scars that never fade [Nimona, G, 300] - 320 kudos

Bad Days [Nimona, T, 500] - 295 kudos

A Second Chance [Nimona, T, 1.6k] - 235 kudos

Kiss It Better [Carry On, T, 2.1k] - 186 kudos

Sexualities and Crises [Carry On, T, 1.5k] - 181 kudos

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I do! I love interacting with my readers, especially because a good majority of them are also friends and people I've talked to before.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Ohoho, so I have been Living It Up in angst land over here! The first one that popped into my mind was a personal fic, so here's another very angsty hurt no comfort:

Lavender hearts [Carry On, M, 3.4k]

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I joked with @that-one-dingus last night that I write three kinds of fics: stupidly cute, horrifically angsty, and amazingly chaotic. In other words, I have posted lots of stupidly cute fics! 😂 This is one of my favorites with a happy/hopeful ending!

Hurting, Healing (Loving, Forgiving) [The Dragon Prince, T, 2.1k]

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Yuuup. I've gotten quite a bit of arophobia on my aro Baz fic. (I believe this is when I turned off guest commenting.) I've absolutely loved stepping into writing for The Dragon Prince because people took one look at this baby aplatonic writing aplatonic Ethari and jumped right on the train. I adore y'all <3

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Yes! I'll write almost anything as long as it's safe, sane, and consensual. My favorite kinds of smut to write is anything using non-human parts--which is basically all my snowbaz and ruthari smut! I love getting to use the wings and tail and horns.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not yet, but I do have one in the works... and I'd say it's pretty chaotic. Lamb (Simon Snow)/Aaravos (The Dragon Prince) smutfic. The most top4top struggle to ever top4top struggle.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

...does translating my own fic count? I translated Worst seats known to musician-kind into Spanish!

Other than that, no.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope. I don't really want to, honestly. Knowing me, it won't be a good idea unless I trust the person I'm writing with really well.

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

Well okay then, this question went for the throat. Snowbaz is great and all, but ruthari... I adore ruthari. They're murder husbands and fantastic parents. I just... adore them. *holds gently*

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

My disabled Baz fic. The passive--and explicit--ableism in these books is... certainly something. I really want to write a fic where Baz is disabled and has chronic leg pain, but it's just too personal. I don't know if I can continue.

16. What are your writing strengths?

I write short fics really well! I've been told I can hit people right in the feels in just a couple hundred words. I'm also good at flow and poetry-like writing.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Writing longfics, I guess. My writing is an escape, so I don't tend to look at weaknesses a lot.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Sure! I love reading it when authors write other languages into their fics.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, I think.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

Mmm how about one from each fandom I'm active in? I love my writing, and rules are more like guidelines anyway.

Hurting, Healing (Loving, Forgiving) [The Dragon Prince, T, 2.1k] - Hurt/comfort, so much communication, aplatonic Ethari, and disabled Runaan! This one was supposed to be something much shorter and fluffier, but it turned into a longer fic with more feels. (Who gave you permission to have feelings, Runaan?) But that's fine because it was so much fun to write!

Mark of the Beast [Carry On, E, 1.5k] - Speaking of monsterfucking... I am so fucking proud of this lambden fic. It was sooo much fun to write.

Wave your flag high [Nimona, G, 300] - Supportive Ambrosius! Goldenheart doing menial household chores together! Bal gets a disability pride flag! This is one of my favorite things I've ever written. What I wouldn't give for my own disability pride flag...

Tagging @iamamythologicalcreature @hoothalcyon @legend-of-the-fandoms @youarenevertooold @stitchyqueer @cutestkilla @artsyunderstudy @yeonjunenby 💖💖

#my writing

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aristocratic-otter · 1 year

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Apologies, friends! I got overwhelmed this week and ended up falling far behind. I promise I'll get to every one of your posts!

In the meantime, thank you to @thehoneyedhufflepuff, @artsyunderstudy, @cutestkilla, @facewithoutheart, @j-nipper-95, @urban-sith, @palimpsessed, @hushed-chorus, @alleycat0306, @whogaveyoupermission, @sosoapi, @larkral, @theearlgreymage for the tags over the last week.

Tagging (for Wednesday, obvs) and blowing kisses to everyone above, and @annabellelux, @bazzybelle, @bookish-bogwitch, @carryonsimoncarryonbaz, @dragoneggos, @excalisbury, @erzbethluna, @frjsti, @fatalfangirl, @ionlydrinkhotwater, @ivelovedhimthroughworse, @ileadacharmedlife, @ic3-que3n, @johnwgrey, @jbrrring, @krisrix, @letraspal, @messofthejess, @moodandmist, @nausikaaa, @nightimedreamersghost, @otherworldsivelivedin, @onepintobean, @prettylightsbigcity, @raenestee, @twinkle-twinkle-up-above, @upuntil6am, @whatevertheweather, @yellobb-old

Snippets under the cut

From: To Heal a Broken Mind:

I just hold him, stroking his hair, as he slowly comes back to himself.

Finally, his eyes open. “Wha’ happened?” he slurs.

“A seizure,” I say shortly.

“Why ‘m I on the ground?”

I don’t want to distress him right now, so I simply say, “it was worse than usual.”

From: Westward Son:

I’m a damned coward. I watched my friends and family arrive and make camp from the dense branches of a weeping willow. I watched them go through their evening routine and, one by one, settle in for the night. And then I stood vigil for the rest of the night.

I waited until Baz was out of sight this morning before I returned to the wagon train. I couldn’t face both of their reactions at once.

From: Raising Dragons:

Baz is exhausted. He had his exams this last week, and tonight is the first time he’s been able to sleep in our bed in a week, after nodding off over his notes every other day. I’m not even back to work yet. I don’t go back for months, so it is most definitely my turn to take the nighttime wake ups.

I’ve got to step up. Be a dad. But I don’t know how.

From: Saving Simon Snow (New chapter tonight!):

“Y–you…you want to…do that? With me?” Merlin, I’ve thrown Baz so off his game that he’s actually stuttering.

“I…” I pause, wondering what the right thing to say here is. I think we probably should have sex, yes, because I don’t trust Baz’s family or any of the other old families not to come up with a way to legally annul this marriage. It’s definitely occurred to me that they could decide to throw me back in prison now, and Baz would survive it just fine, since the conditions of his vow were met when his father had me released the first time.

From: my COBB (it has a name, but the name is a spoiler!):

I’m back at the front gates, and beginning to draw a crowd.

Some of the newcomers are clearly guards or something, because they’re wearing the same strangely mediaeval looking uniform as the angry guy. But a lot of them are kids. Some as young as ten or eleven, I think.

Is this a school? Or an orphanage?

And I got inspired by a convo on the COTTA discord, so here's the bare beginnings of an Age of Sail AU (yes, a fucking seventh WIP) (Soon to be 8 unless I finish one of the nearly done ones first):

He’s standing across from me, frowning fiercely as I take my time thinking through the order he’s just given me.

“Show me the cargo hold, cabin boy!”

The command, uttered in the perfectly posh and self-assured accent of the SS Watford’s most obnoxious passenger, caught me by surprise. Tyrannus Basilton, or Baz, as I’ve heard his mother calling him, has ignored me for the most part, since we set sail from the port of Southampton. When he’s come across me in his explorations of the ship, he doesn’t say anything, he just stares at me like I’m something particularly foul that he’s just stepped in.

I hate him.

From my other mystery project, which I've decided to share the name of today (I don't think it's too spoilery), The Naked Next:

“Well, everything looks right as rain, here,” I say, smiling at her coolly. “In fact, if you were any more perfect, you’d be in biology textbooks.”

“I am in biology textbooks,” she says flatly. “My physiology is unique, after all.” I stare at her, wondering if she’s kidding. Her lips remain a flat line and her eyes are flinty. I fight the urge to roll my eyes.

#Cotta 2021 #Cotta 2023 #Cobb 2023 #mystery project #canon divergence au #house au #dragon babies #co/ws/awtwb #simon snow series #six sentence sunday

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emmymaehereeeeee · 1 year

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Who is She?

word count: 1,115

hey bubs, I just got off of work and I am about to shower. Text me when you get off of set or when you have a break, I love you! After sending the message you made sure that your ringer was on in case Austin were to call or text you while you were in the shower. Stripping out of your work clothes and into the shower, you allowed the warm water to run down your body. The cloud of steam seemed to create a sense of pressure around you, a pressure that seemed to bring up every ounce of feeling to come up. The lump in your throat and the tightness in your chest were soon released in a series of choked sobs, the feeling of unworthiness and inadequacy pouring out of you like the water from above. After your shower you grabbed your towel and checked your phone, hey honey, I should have a break here in about twenty minutes or so I will give you a call soon. You smiled down at the message and quickly typed out a reply, ok! I miss you so much and I cannot wait to talk to you :) you sat your phone on the bed and quickly changed into your pajamas. The familiar sound of your ringtone snapped you out of your thoughts and you quickly answered it. In a matter of seconds, your loving boyfriend's face soon filled the screen, “Hey bubs!”

“Damn honey, didn’t even get to hear the first ring, someone must be excited to talk to me,” His voice sounded smooth, and the way he smiled made you feel warm, he felt like home. “So what has my little cutie been up to?”

“Just work, literally nothing exciting- well unless you count breaking the community coffee maker exciting,” You watched as he attempted to stifle a laugh, “Oh my gosh, you can laugh!”

He let out a loud laugh and shook his head, “Oh honey, well other than breaking the coff-the coffee pot.” He began to laugh again pausing briefly to finish his sentence, “Did you do anything else today?”

“Nope, how was work today? I am sure that your day was much more eventful compared to mine, Mr. Superstar,” Resting your chin on the palm of your hand you prepared to listen to his eventful day.

“You know how it goes, lots of reshoots um they changed my makeup for the sideburns, you know? Baz has me working with Olivia a whole lot, he said he wants the two of us to grow our chemistry. Don’t worry though there’s nothing going on between us.” He flashed you that million-dollar smile and puckered his lips. “Can I have a kiss?”

Puckering your lips you blew him a kiss, “I wasn’t going to worry, I trust you.”

A well-manicured hand appeared on his shoulder, “Aus, Baz has been calling for you, he needs you on set.” The woman’s hand continued to rest on his shoulder and Austin wasn’t quick to brush her off.

“I’ll be there in a minute, I am talking to my girlfri-”

“If you need to go, you can just call me back later, bubs,”

“I am sorry, I’ll call you as soon as we finish, I love you,” He quickly hung up the phone, leaving you once again by yourself.

Loneliness had become a feeling that you had grown all too familiar with. From making dinner for yourself to staying up until three am waiting for him to call you. He had promised to call you every single day and he held true to that promise, that was until Olivia came into the picture.

“Good morning, sunshine,” Austin’s warm voice filled your ears as you rolled over to your side. “Someone fell asleep on Facetime last night,” He said whilst moving about the bathroom, “Did you sleep well?”

“Mhm,” Stretching your arms above your head as you yawned, “I honestly thought you had surprised me, was expecting you to be in our bed.”

“I’m sorry, baby. But hey, we have our dinner tonight, are you excited about that?” He asked whilst sticking his toothbrush into his mouth.

“Yeah, I am going to be getting off early so maybe we can call after I get off work!” Smiling widely as you snuggled into the pillow.

Austin pulled the toothbrush out of his mouth and spit, “I don’t know about that but we’ll see.”

Thinning out your lips you asked, “Did I say something wrong?”

He rinsed off his toothbrush and slammed it onto the counter, “Nothing is wrong, just get off my ass. I’ve gotta go, love you bye.”

The phone screen went black and you sighed, “I love you too,”

The hours ticked by and soon you found yourself staring at a blank laptop with a hot plate of food. You tried to call him, one call turned into two, then three, and finally an answer, “Did you forget about dinner, again?”

“Um, who is this?”

You felt your heart sink to your feet, “This is Y/N, where’s Austin?”

A scoff sounded on the other line, “This is his girlfriend,”

Bringing your hand up to your mouth you took a deep breath, “Is-is he there by chance?”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Y/N? Hey baby, shit is this about dinner? I am so sorry I just got so caught up with everything and it slipped my mind completely.” He began to ramble off apologies.

“Who is she?” You asked through gritted teeth, the lump in your throat threatening to bubble up into a cry.

“Y/N, what are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb with me, Austin.”

“That’s just Olivia, Y/N I need you to listen to me. I know I fucked up but I love you.”

“Of course, it is, who the hell else would it be?” Raising your voice, you allowed your anger to bubble up and over. “Don’t sit here and lie to me, you have lied to me for months! For months Austin!”

He sighed and ran a hand through his hair, “Would you just listen to me?”

“I don’t want to listen to you! You sat there and lied to me for months all the while I am here at home thinking I did something wrong. Thinking that maybe I said something or did something but all the while it has been you!”

“Baby, please just let me explain, “ You could hear his voice break on the other line of the phone. “I am so so sorry, I know that I can never say anything to fix this but please. I love you.”

Wiping the tears away from your face you replied, “I wish I could believe you, but how do I know this is not another one of your lies?” Hanging up the phone you grabbed your pillow and held it close to your chest as you heaved out your sobs.

#austin butler fic #austin butler x you #austin butler angst #austin butler #austin butler fanfic #emmymaewrites💜

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that-one-anxious-mango · 1 year

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how did Austin react to when the reader called him daddy for the first time??

Um..Daddy?..

Summary: Austin officially becomes daddy after a interesting encounter.

Contents: Lots of swearing. Daddy Kink ✨Comforting of Reader. SoftDom! Austin Sleepy Magnus. Mentions of Alcohol. Light Smut. Overall cuteness. Minors DNI

AN: Hey everyone 👋🏾 Arie here with another #mangoasks prompt. Hope everyone likes it and I did it justice. First time writing something smutty on here so be nice and let me know how I did! Happy Reading!

Much love! *hugs*

Arie 💚

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Pulling into the parking lot of your apartment complex, Austin parked his Audi A5 Sportblack to reach over into the passenger seat to grab his phone that laid next to a full bouquet of chrysanthemums.

Aussie Poo :) : i'm outside sweetheart.

Best Girl 💖: Okay. Just come up babe. Still getting ready.

Aussie Poo :) : okay.

Grabbing the flowers and getting out he ventured into the five story building going up to the second floor knocking on door 202.

Almost instantly hearing the small barks and scratching of little paws he could also hear a loud " Coming !" Sound off before the door popped open revealing a rather chipper you.

Damn. He thought. Every time he’d see you it was like you found a way to look finer than the last time he’d seen you.

When Austin had saw the way the light washed jeans you wore sat right on your nicely shaped ass and your pushed up cleavage peeking through the rose pink v-neck sweater you had on.

He unfortunately felt the need to adjust himself become prominent.

" Hi baby." You greeted wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him down into what you intended to be a innocent kiss. Austin cupped your waist.

As soon as your lips fixed themselves to his you melted into his touch, going to squeal in his mouth a little when he decided to deepen the embrace by letting his tongue slide into your mouth smoothly. He pulled back a second " Hey, Sugar Mama. " He rasped continuing to his sweet assault on your now semi swollen lips.

Feeling yourself starting to get a little too hot, you moved away breathing faster than normal, " Looks like someone kind of missed me, huh." You teased going back to your bedroom to finish up what needed to be done.

" You have no idea. Austin called after you shutting the door behind him and scooping up a excited Magnus whom gave puppy kisses, rounding the corner to have a seat on the couch plopping him down in his lap.

" So how was the table read earlier, babe? " You loudly asked staring down at the two pairs of earrings in your hand trying to decide. Pearls or Silver hoops.

" Uh, it was okay. Baz is excited to get out there and start filming. Talking about all the different things like set designs and a couple of scenes he wants to specifically go over with Tom and I." He replied rubbing the content hound's head repeatedly who soundly laid. His eyes were scanning the room just casually looking around, and they hadn't meant to see what they saw.

But they did.

Next to the couch on the end table sat your wide open computer displaying what looked to be your open tumblr account on a post that read:

I can't wait to have a soft domdaddy to love and fuck my brains out!

And under it was a crimson heart indicating that you'd liked the post.

To say he was still a little shocked would be accurate but not totally surprised after a encounter the two of you had, had a few weeks back.

You’d gone out with some of your friends to celebrate a job promotion one of them had gotten. And in a rare rum filled moment had resulted in you getting a little more tipsy than you intended. Prompting a interesting response to a text from Austin.

Aussie Poo :) : i know you’re out having a good time baby. but don’t forget to text me when you all get back to Lana’s place safe.

Aussie Poo:) : need to know that your okay. call me if you need me babe.

Best Girl 💖: THANK YOU! I WILL LOVE YOU DADDY.

When he’d seen it, he’d been little stunned in truth. But instead of freaking out he laughed to himself and looked across the bed to a curled up Magnus whom he was pet sitting, “ What am I gonna do with your Mama, Magnus? Huh? “

After he’d seen you the next day at brunch in all your hungover glory, he hinted at the message to you but never brought it up directly when he’d noticed your apprehension to it.

Had you seen what your very inebriated self had said. Hell Yeah!

Were you about to address like a grown instead ignoring it and hoping it went away. Fuck NO!

You had walked on eggshells the entire meal hoping that he wouldn’t be like the last ex and bring it up to minorly degrade you for your not-so vanilla thoughts about sex.

Now the two of you in the span of your seventh month relationship had made out thousands of times, dry humped to the point of near chaffing, and as of recent you had let Austin have the precious honor of beautifully deflowering your last innocent petal.

Still every encounter you'd had since then had been pretty vanilla though.

It was true to say that he wasn't completely unfamiliar with the idea, years ago when he and Vanessa were together they had toyed with the idea of a Dom/Sub dynamic. Ultimately when it came down to it, Vanessa wanted to opt to keep their relationship plainly vanilla.

But he'd be lying if he said that during the experimentation that he didn't like it....because he did.....quite a bit.

He also knew that you read fanfiction a little and had seem some of your steamy novels you owned when skimming through your book shelf.

Still you'd never directly or soberly brought it up!

So right now even the slightest idea that you may have been considering taking on this kind of commitment into your guy's relationship, not only intrigued his curiosity but it also made his dick jump.

While he sat there toying with the newfound idea he'd entirely forgotten where he was, which meant that he'd accidentally been ignoring you.

Hence when you all of a sudden appeared infront of him, he was taken aback blinking hard for a few seconds trying to refocus his whole attention to you, " I'm sorry, mama. What'd you say? I accidentally zoned out for a minute."

Giving his a odd look you said, " Originally I asked what time did the movie start. Then I didn't hear you say anything back so I came out to see if you're okay?" You expressed moving one of your goddess braids away from your face so you could analyze his expression better.

Internally he laughed smiling at your concern, " Yeah, honey. I'm fine. Just thinking is all. Don't you go worrying that pretty little head either." He affirmed knowing how sometimes could unintentionally work yourself about things.

" You sure? " You questioned moving to now standing in-between his legs rubbing alone hand up his chest.

" Absolutely." He said shooting you a smile, " Now go on and go finish up. So we won't be late." He released you gently nudging you forward.

Nodding you walked away hearing him call after you, " And make sure you grab a nice size jacket, honey. Can't have my baby getting sick."

You playfully rolled your eyes giggling at your always overprotective man, " Okay dad! " You loudly goofed back.

Hearing you Austin quietly chuckled at the all too ironic comment.

He took it as a sign.

I guess now or never! He thought before responding, " Did you mean to say okay daddy, baby?"

When the words reached your ears your heart had dropped to the soles of your shoes.

What the fuck?!

Panic had begun to sink in.

The message the other night!

Shit! I thought he forgot!

What did he know?!

And then in your distraught haze..it hit you!

You didn't close your computer!

Your tumblr open!

FUCK!

And in that moment instead of responding you just in a split decision decided not to respond, instead just choosing to continue your accessory assessments.

Ignore and pretend.

Which in the end you should have known was a mistake, " Baby..." Austin's voice bounced off the walls.

He sat waiting for you to respond playing with his fingers. Magnus had now abandoned him for his bed on the other side of the room.

Had he scared you off?

Cause that certainly wasn't at all the intention.

When he didn't hear anything back after a while, he decided to go see for himself getting up from his seat.

Your heart thumped the closer you heard his footsteps getting. Bracing yourself for what you knew was probably going to happen next.

The beginning would be the " this isn't gonna work out.", Or the " this is too weird." And hopefully not the age old, " it's not you, it's me."

Because who wanted to hear that.

Pricks of wetness started gathering at your waterline and your palms felt hot.

Once finally he reached your bedroom, he saw you standing there at your vanity aimlessly playing around with little knick knacks.

Obviously trying to calm yourself, you could hear him softly closing the door behind him.

Slowly walking over, he stood behind you lightly slipping his arm past you to gently take the little lip balm out of your hand you'd been fiddling with replacing it with his own, interlocking your fingers together. He used his other hand to slowly lift up your head so you were forced to face the reflections of you two.

Resting his head down on your shoulder he pressed your backside against him even more firmly making your body's natural reaction to relax into his touch set in.

Feeling more mild you figured that you'd might as well start before he could get a chance to say anything, just rip off the band-aid and do you both a favor. " So I take it you seen? " You managed out still avoiding his gaze in the mirror.

" Yeah..I did." He confirmed and that's when the waterworks started.

" Hey..hey...hey." He cooed, " None of that. I hope I'm not seeing any tears of shame in those pretty eyes, baby. Because there ain't nothing shameful about his. You hear me? You don't ever need to hide your curiosities from me."

You paused a minute.

" So you don't think it's weird...or gross..or anything." You sniffled staring straight in his eyes.

" No baby I don't....If anything I-I think it would kind of suit us..."

The stare you were giving each other felt even more intense, like you were pouring yourselves into each other without stopping at the ' fill here line'.

" Especially if this is something you wanna seriously explore....I'm more than willing." He confused rubbing your stomach soothingly.

" Really." You quipped, " You mean it..."

Part of you couldn't...no rather, wanted to refuse what you were hearing could be true.

You felt him tense behind you, " Now baby I told you before, I won't lie to you. Ever no matter what. So that shouldn't be a question." He reminded you of the promise he'd made.

" Yes really, baby. I mean from what bit of knowledge I have, a Dom, as they call it is suppose to be all about leading and protecting their Sub. And be able to supply endless love and stability. Caring for them not only physically, but more importantly mentally." He explained.

" And baby that's everything I wanna be for you outside the bedroom, let alone in it."

Your cheeks flushed hard and your heart was starting to get that gooey feeling in it that you'd come to love.

" But the real question is..." He started moving his head so his mouth was teasingly hovering over your clavicle moving a few of your braids out the way, Are you ready to willing submit yourself to me?"

" Ready to trust me enough to let me lead and guide you, baby."

" To let me protect and care for you. Fulfil your needs and desires but still keep you humble and discipline. And to make love and fuck your brains out when called for." He jested making you giggle at his comment.

" Are you really ready for me to be your daddy, baby?" He finished pinning light pecks on you.

You were stunned at this declaration, it felt so sweetly intense and you could only just stare deeply in your heavy trance giving a mindless nod.

Only a second later you could feel his hand slide slowly down your back until it reached your ass giving it a particularly tight squeeze causing you to intake a breath to suppress a whine.

" I don't think that's a proper answer, baby." Austin's breath fleeted across the back of your neck from how close he was. " Try it, again."

You now felt like you had the biggest lump of coal in your throat, and a ever bigger heartbeat in your pussy.

" Yes, Daddy. I-I am." You shakily corrected yourself, not knowing how much more restraint you could muster before you tried to turn around straight up jump his bones.

The grip he had on you now was even firmer and it felt so good...too good. The hand that was on your ass previously, had now snacked it's way to lightly grip at your neck. Just pressing down hard enough to leave you feebly breathless. Pulling you back to leave no room between the swelling erection he had and your tender ass. You really were suppressing yourself now and the slight burning moans that wanted to escape your throat.

Thinking that he wouldn't take note, even though he of course had, Austin spoke, " Baby you remember the safe word that you used a couple weeks ago."

" Yes, Daddy. I do." You replied almost too eagerly remembering how not to long ago he had taken you so well on his kitchen floor that in the middle of the escapade a safe word had to be made.

Fun times.

At this point you'd say anything to sedate the yearning feeling that your body had taken on.

" Repeat it for me, now?"

" Peach."

He groaned in approval, " Good girl" He praised unexpectedly dampening the small puddle that was beginning to form in your panties.

" Going forward at any point of what we're about to do, you start to feel uncomfortable you better not hesitate to use your words, understand."

" Yes, Daddy."

" That's my best girl. Now, raise your arms up for me, honey." He commanded helping you to remove your sweater. Moving his hands to run his fingertips to your front bra clasp unhooking it, letting the yellow and pink garment fall.

Next he moved to rid you of your jeans and matching underwear to leave you bare as the day you were born.

From behind you could hear the familiar rustling of Austin's pants and boxers being discarded along with his shirt. So the only thing you felt was the cool sensations of his rings against your skin. He purposely pushed forward pressing himself against you, and you couldn't help the almost now near painful drumming from your pussy reach a new high.

" Place your hands on the top of the table and lean forward, sweetheart." His voice practically oozed sex.

Obliging quickly feeling one of his hands come upon the small of your back gently guiding you to his desired arch. Until he kept going opting to run a shallow touch all the way down your embarrassingly dripping slit.

Dropping your head a bit in anticipation, you yelped once you felt his slightly calloused hand go straight to sting your ass. Allowing a thumb to move over the newly tingling skin.

" Eyes forward on Daddy, babygirl. Keep your head up or I'll keep it up for you. " He growled.

" Okay." You breathed wanting to test the new-found waters a little bit.

Just how far could you push him?

And just like you thought another blow even rougher than the last was administered, but this time you didn't quell the whimper that left you.

" You must want to not be able to sit down for the next couple of days, huh honey. Cause you're being real hard headed. And you know they say a hard head makes a soft ass." He rasped.

“ Yes,Daddy. I’m sorry.” You whispered audible enough for him to hear.

Damn you sounded pathetic! But who cared!

You bit your lip hiding a moan. Impatiently sticking your ass out more trying to silently tell of your need.

He instead continued his torture, " tsk tsk, Somebody needs to have some patience." Causing a improper whine to leave you. And at that sound him nor his dick could take it anymore.

Once you felt him finally start to ease into you, you wanted to let go right then ( especially hearing the sounds he made), but you instead tried focusing on trying to control your non-existent breathing while he pushed in further until you could feel him at your brim welcoming the achingly delicious stretch you were finding yourself becoming completely addicted to.

After a few seconds of stillness you broke, “ Daddy…please move.” You asked in want.

Chuckling he pulled all the way back out making you whine in protest, “ You sure you want me to move, honey?”

Huffing you knew the game he was playing but you were borderline desperate at this point, Yes daddy. I want you pound into me so good.” You moaned

Then he whispered, " So, you want Daddy to break you in and ruin you, is that it? So no else can have you. Make sure I fuck you so good that your pussy becomes molded to just my dick forever.” He questioned squeezing your throat tighter. Now you felt light headed like a good case of head rush.

" Yes..Daddy Please ruin me. Ruin this pussy please!!. Your pussy! “ You shamelessly empathized whimpering.

“ You sure baby girl, that you want it cause it doesn’t sound like it to me.” He furthered rubbing the tip of himself along your unsettling swollen clit.

“ Fuck.” You breathed out, “ Fuck Daddy please put it in so I can cum all over your fat fucking dick please.” You begged purposefully looking over shoulder at him casting a feening expression.

“ Well since you said please.” He grumbled.

Groaning he started to slowly stroked into you going all the way in and bringing himself all the way out to the very tip of himself before slamming back in causing unworldly moans to spring out and accompany the groans and filthy things he whispered in your ear before softly biting it in a attempt to get you both were you needed to go.

And from there ruin you he did in the best possible way, with aftercare that was to die for!

#austin butler x black! reader #austin butler #daysofourlove #mangoasks #themangowrites #dayofourloves #austin butler x black reader

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facewithoutheart · 1 year

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Thanks for the tag @forabeatofadrum & @captain-aralias! Y’all know I can’t resist the opportunity to brag about my fics; I appreciate ya.

Tagging @martsonmars @palimpsessed @tea-brigade @aristocratic-otter @sillyunicorn because I haven’t seen y’all tagged and I’d love to see your lists.

AO3 Top 10 vs My Top 10

AO3 Top 10:

A Crack in the Wall [Drarry, Jily, Wolfstar, 39k, Teen]

The Wrong Sider [Drarry, Draco & Scorpius, 66k, Teen]

We Were Always More, my WIP that @captain-aralias finished [Snowbaz, 9k, Teen]

Thirst Trapped [Snowbaz, 16k, Mature]

Shiver, @captain-aralias’s fic that I finished [Snowbaz, 7k, Mature]

On a Scale of One to Ten How Much Do You Want to Date Me Right Now [Snowbaz, 10k, Teen]

Dancing with Molly [Snowbaz, 8k, Teen]

What Am I Now? [Drarry, 600, Teen]

Seven Minutes, collab with @captain-aralias [Snowbaz, 7k, Mature]

This Will All Go Down In Flames, COBB 2022 with @tea-brigade [Snowbaz, 77k, Expicit]

Not surprising that my Drarry fics rank higher than Snowbaz fics, given the size of that fandom, but I’m glad This Will All Go Down In Flames cracked the top 10 despite being relatively new. And can I start a kudos-petition to get What Am I Now? And Dancing With Molly knocked out of my top 10? How embarrassing.

Also not surprised to see my collabs with @captain-aralias rank so high; those are such fun fics and I’m glad they are liked.

My list after the break.

My Top 5 (in no particular order, with commentary at the end)

I tend to suffer from recency bias when it comes to my fics, but it’s no surprise to me that my more conceptual stories tend to be my favorite (even though it doesn’t make them popular).

His Mercy, Mine [Snowbaz, 6k, Mature]. One of the most complicated things I’ve ever written. I haven’t reread it in awhile so hopefully it’s still as good as I remember.

And We Still Do [Snowbaz, 8k, Teen]. Another convoluted plot which required me to write five elaborate backstories for short fics LOL. But such a good stretch of my writing muscles and probably the reason I’m so burnt out on worldbuilding.

The Wedding Bet [Snowbaz, 16k, Teen]. Proof that I do my most ambitious shit when it’s a gift for someone else LOL. @martsonmars’s favorite is secretly dating but you don’t find out until the very end and I was fucking dedicated to making that happen. I tried out three other rivals to lovers AUs before settling on a HIMYM AU.

This Will All Go Down In Flames [Snowbaz, 77k, Explict]. I still dream about this fic. I fantasize about it being a movie. I drool over Baz and Simon sing-fucking on stage. This fic lives in my bones. If you read one thing by me, it’d better damn well be this fic.

in death, dignity & in death as in life [Snowbaz, 3k total, Teen]. I’m cheating in that this is actually a series but I love these two so much as companion pieces. These are fics that channeled themselves through me; I barely even remember writing them. They tackle a subject I spent a lot of time researching in college but never really considered the human aspect of until I saw a picture of someone grieving their loved one and basically couldn’t stop crying until I wrote the first fic. The second fic I wrote to heal from the first one. Maybe one day I’ll write a third in the series, aka Christina tackles the afterlife, but not today.

Recent honorable mentions to Enter Bastard and blame it on the spray because I’m proud of them for the time being.

#snowbaz #fanfic #spicy links #my writing #list meme

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queefy-5-layer-burrito · 3 months

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“I’m holding myself over him, my hands on his wrists, my knees bracketing his hips. He works his wings around us, pulling me closer. Then he latches on to my collarbone, right through my shirt. “You smell so good,” he says, his mouth full of me.

Simon Snow smells like my aunt’s shampoo. He smells like iodine still. Like ham. And butter. Like PG Tips.

He smells like sleep—sour breath and too-warm skin.

He smells like blood, always. His blood. Salt and milk and something burnt. (It used to be fire, now it’s ashes.)

He smells like sex.

I can’t help knowing this. Any of it. It’s in the air I’m somehow still breathing. But I don’t know what to do with it. What he wants me to do with it, what I’m allowed to do with it, what will help … What will lead to something strong enough to lean on between us.”

Excerpt From

Any Way the Wind Blows

Rainbow Rowell

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Finally trying to finish Any Way The Wind Blows and Baz’s thoughts in this scene hit me way too hard. Damn I’ve fucking been there you precious babe.

#carry on #baz pitch #simon snow #rainbow rowell #any way the wind blows #simon snow trilogy #books #currently reading

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you-remind-me-of-the-babe · 2 years

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Hello, hello! Happy WIPs day! Thank you for the tags @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @artsyunderstudy @facewithoutheart @cutestkilla @fatalfangirl I love seeing what you are working on 🥰🥰🥰

I’ve finished writing chapter 4 of Depth of Reason!! 🎉 Now it’s over to @toonysart to make some artsy magic before it’ll be published. It was hard to find something not too spoilery to share. Here’s some more from Simon’s home visit with Baz:

“Most of my clients do fine with home visits. Especially when they have advanced warning.” I pause and look down at the mug in my hands. “But occasionally, I see people who are really struggling, even if they’ve been able to pass all of their interviews with ease. Sometimes they need help. And in those instances, I feel fortunate when I find that out. Because then there’s a chance that I could be of use to them.”

I glance back up and see Baz sitting very still, giving me his full attention.

“I don’t think,” he starts in a soft voice, then stops. He takes a breath and tries again. “I don’t think I really understood the scope of your job until just now.”

Simon is such a sweetheart in this fic. He is trying so damn hard!

More tags to @whatevertheweather @moodandmist @aristocratic-otter @bookish-bogwitch @captain-aralias @toonysart @frjsti @stardustasincocaine @johnwgrey @takitalks @whogaveyoupermission @nightimedreamersworld @onepintobean @martsonmars @yellobb @forabeatofadrum @foolofabookwyrm-activated @wetheformidables @letraspal @bazzybelle @castawaypitch @palimpsessed @ivelovedhimthroughworse @raenestee and anyone else who’d like to share! 💜

#depth of reason #carry on fanfiction #snowbaz #baz pitch #simon snow #cobb 2022 #my writing

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blackberrysummerblog · 1 year

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Six Sentence Sunday

Thank you for the tags, @captain-aralias, @letraspal and @palimpsessed! Thanks as well to @aristocratic-otter and @ileadacharmedlife for the tags on WIP Wednesday. I’ve been totally exhausted from work lately, and I’m just finishing up my fic for Erotic Grope Fest, so I’m going to share an excerpt from my AU where Baz and Simon were married by the Crucible. (I really need to get a working title or something so I stop describing it every time yikes 😬)

This scene has yet more Fiona! I had some fun writing a conversation between Baz and his aunt that happened after she froze Simon’s face, but this takes place after that, when Fiona finds Simon and attempts a heart-to-heart with all the warmth you’d expect, lol.

Simon

I’m playing Legend of Zelda with Mordelia when the game room door slams open to reveal Baz’s mad aunt standing there like she’s spoiling for a fight. Great. Granted, I was ready to murder her after she spelled my hands over my mouth an hour ago, but I no longer feel like getting into it. “What’s the matter, Fiona, lose track of your latest one-night stand? He didn’t run through here.” All right, I feel a little like getting into it.

The corner of Fiona’s mouth lifts slightly, but the overall effect is of distaste. “What’s a one-night stand?” Mordelia demands, and Fiona cackles at my mortified expression.

“Something the Chosen One knows precious little about,” Fiona says, plopping down on the end of the couch.

“That’s not a bad thing!”

She lifts an eyebrow at me; Christ, she’s Baz all over. “Mordelia, Vera just took a fresh batch of cupcakes from the oven,” Fiona says, and I’m already standing when she points a finger down toward the cushions. “Not you, Golden Boy. Park it.” She catches Mordelia’s controller as it’s tossed in the air.

“I’d have liked a snack too,” I mutter sourly once the door’s closed. “You could at least bring me one if you’ve got plans to kill me—let me have one last meal and all.”

Fiona rolls her eyes. “Jesus,” she snarls, reminding me that Baz once told me she thinks it’s punk to swear like a Normal. He really isn’t intimidated by her at all. It makes me wonder if she’s all bark and no bite. “Do you just burn all that food into the magical ethos, Snow? At your age it shouldn’t just be evaporating off your bones anymore.” She squints at me. “Although…you do look a bit rounder round the edges than you were when you got here.”

“Thanks.” I glare as she brings an unlit cigarette to her lips. “Don’t smoke that in here.” Of course she fucking does, though. She snaps her fingers at the end and lights the cigarette without breaking eye contact with me.

“What are your intentions with my nephew, Snow?”

You’ve got to be kidding me—she can’t be serious. “What?” When she only stares, I wave my hands, palms up. “I’m married to him!”

“You know damned well what I mean. Are you gathering reconnaissance on Basilton for your cut-rate Robin Hood mentor?”

“Reconnaissance…”

“It means to—”

“—I know what it means!” We scowl at each other for a solid ten seconds, then I drop one hand to the game controller in my lap, fiddling with the buttons while my other hand tugs at my hair. “I mean, what would there even be to report? Baz’s not running a human sacrifice ring. Not one that I’ve seen yet, at any rate.”

Fiona blows smoke in my face. “Would you stand by him if he were?”

She’s ridiculous. I flap a hand through the putrid cloud and scowl at her. “I’m not up to anything underhanded, Fiona. Merlin. This place is stocked to the rafters with forbidden books and artifacts; I’ve not said a word about it because it isn’t my business. You lot seem more concerned with keeping up the appearance of punk goth darkness than in getting on with anything actually sinister, anyway. Oooh, you’re so scary, like the Addams Family.”

I swear she tries to bite back a laugh. I wave at her smoke again and Fiona sighs and points her wand up. “Clear the air!” It’s like the air in my lungs just got ten times lighter, somehow. I feel clean, refreshed, and the smell of Fiona’s gross cigarette is gone, although the smoke is still visible above her head. “How do you feel about my nephew, Chosen One?”

I’m in love with him, I almost say, but I catch myself just in time. Did that spell do something besides clean up Fiona’s noxious fumes? “I care about him. A lot.” I flip the game controller over in my hands, watching as Fiona turns away and looks at the tv, resuming play on the game. Cautiously, I shift around and do the same. “I won’t do anything to hurt him, Fiona. And that includes hurting his family. Even you.”

She does smile then, although it’s with only one side of her mouth. She doesn’t look at me, just the screen. “You know about what happened to Basil when he was five. What he…is.”

I lick my lips. “He’s my husband. That’s what he is. I lo—” Fuck. I grimace when Fiona swivels back around to hold me in her gaze. “Fine.” I shrug. I’ve faced worse than this. “I love him. Go ahead and laugh at me, or don’t believe me, I don’t really care. I just…do, though.”

Her eyebrows lower; like Baz, almost all of her facial expression takes place on her forehead. Fiona chews at the inside of her cheek for a moment and then turns back to the game. “Have you told him that?” I shake my head. “Why not?”

“I don’t know.” I watch her from the side of my eye. “D’you think he’d want to hear it?”

It must be more frankness than she was expecting, spell or no, because her face creases up. “I think it’s better not to hide your hand too long, Chosen One. I won’t have you playing with him.”

“Yeah, been right clear on that, you have.” I keep my sight focused straight ahead as Fiona turns to see if I’ve said what she thinks I’ve said, and then she gives a short bark of laughter.

“Watch it, Golden Boy,” she says, stabbing the burnt stub of her cigarette in my direction before turning back to the game.

Sorry if I’m tagging anyone who’s already posted! @rwithoutaspoon @cutestkilla @thewholelemon @aroace-genderfluid-sheep @aceumbrellaheroes @onepintobean @confused-bi-queer @facewithoutheart @hushed-chorus @sillyunicorn @basiltonbutliketheherb @ileadacharmedlife @asocialpessimist @bookish-bogwitch @aristocratic-otter @takenabackbytuesdays @martsonmars @nightimedreamersghost @ionlydrinkhotwater @shrek-gogurt @fatalfangirl @raenestee @artsyunderstudy @ninemagicks @larkral

#six sentence sunday #wip #snowbaz #simon snow #baz pitch #simon snow series #crucible marriage au #crucible au

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