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loverhymeswith · 2 years

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Motivation | Rick Flag x F!Reader

Summary: You weren't expecting your secret trip to Belle Reve's swimming pool to end in a private rehab session with Colonel Rick Flag. But you're glad it did.

Word Count: 4K words

Warnings: Description of injury, talk of scars, use of walking aids, rehab

A/N: I guess this means the hiatus is over. Thank you @a-reader-and-a-writer for beta reading, and thank you @sociiallydiisoriiented for helping me through my slump 💖

Staring through the floor-to-ceiling window, which looks as if it hasn’t been cleaned once in Belle Reve’s sixty year history, your stomach drops; this was not part of the plan. According to Task Force X’s rigid training regime, the prison’s swimming pool is supposed to be vacant right now. And you should know - under normal circumstances you would have departed the pool along with your squad almost an hour ago. Judging by the commotion taking place on the other side of the glass, however, this seems to be far from the case.

Stepping back until you are mostly hidden by the ancient, rusting lockers that run along the centre of the changing area, you watch on with a mixture of concern and frustration. Two frazzled-looking prison guards are attempting to disperse a fight that has broken out at the shallow end of the pool. At this distance, you can’t quite pick out the team members involved in the scuffle, but there is at least one face you do recognise. From her position on top of the lifeguard tower - an entirely unqualified position for the princess-of-crime, who has only recently graduated from her water-wings - Harley Quinn observes the spectacle with unbridled glee.

As the scene unfolds, your eyes wander to the far edge of the pool. A broad figure in a tight navy t-shirt and loose-fitting swim shorts stands with his hands on his hips. Although no sound carries through the filthy glass, you know Colonel Rick Flag well enough to take a guess at what kind of expletive-laden sentences might currently be streaming from his parted lips.

Ignoring the tiny flutter in your chest that seems to make an appearance whenever Rick is nearby, you retreat into one of the changing cubicles before anyone notices your presence. It’s been a couple of months since your injury, but you’re in no hurry to see any of the squad. In fact, ARGUS’s unpaid sick-leave policy is the only reason you’re here at all. It’s far from ideal, but all employees are entitled to free-use of the prison pool, and with no paychecks coming in until your leg is healed, you’re in no position to be picky.

There’s a whole host of excuses as to why you aren’t quite ready to face the squad today, not least because of the thick purple scar running from just below your left hip, all the way down to the middle of your calf. The doctors continue to remind you how lucky you were not to lose your leg, but it doesn't make acceptance any easier. While you’ve never been particularly concerned about body image, this latest scar is just another permanent and ugly reminder of exactly how dangerous your job can be. Of how close you came to losing everything.

You’re not left alone with your dark thoughts for very long. Chaos follows the Suicide Squad wherever they go, and pandemonium soon descends upon the previously unoccupied changing area; shouting, screaming, and the occasional grunt of pain. Remaining sequestered within your tiny cubicle, you wait for the cacophony to end. With any luck, your plan to slip in and out of the pool unnoticed remains intact.

Only once Harley’s high-pitched cackle finally fades into the hallway and down the corridor do you dare to step out of your sanctuary. Taking care not to slip on the copious amounts of water now drenching the grey tiled floor, you adjust the straps of your standard-issue swimsuit, and gingerly make your way to the poolside.

Late afternoon sunshine streams through a gap beneath the yellowing blinds, reflecting off the surface of the water. With the pool finally deserted, it’s almost peaceful - providing, of course, that you ignore the fact you’re in a maximum security prison that hosts some of the world’s most dangerous criminals.

As you reach the water’s edge, contemplating how you’re going to tackle your entrance, the supplies cupboard at the other end of the pool flies open. No longer straining beneath the tight navy t-shirt, a set of wide, tanned shoulders emerges from the narrow doorway. Apparently, the pool isn’t quite as deserted as you’d hoped.

In retrospect, Rick’s discarded t-shirt is clearly visible on one of the wooden benches lining the walls. But even without the clothing as a clue, you should have figured that he’d be sticking around for a while. Tidying up the equipment has always been one of your responsibilities, and you know for a fact that Waller doesn’t have spare lieutenants lying around at her disposal.

Torn between fleeing or staying rooted in place, your stomach lurches uncomfortably. Realistically, you’re going nowhere fast. The wound itself might have healed, but the pain in your leg persists. To say you're not as light on your feet as you used to be would be an understatement. The injury has affected your mobility in other ways, too. It killed you to trade in your beloved stick-shift for something automatic, but the doctors warned you it could be up to a year before you see any real improvement.

In the end, Rick turns around before you can even consider executing an escape plan. You notice his double-take as he spots you, hazel eyes brightening while the furrow in his brow fades. Rather than shouting across the pool - you suspect he must be hoarse from hollering at the squad all afternoon - he starts to lope over, his grin widening with every step.

“Damn, is it good to see you," he calls out, rapidly closing the distance. "How you been holdin' up?”

Rick's smile has always been infectious, and despite your discomfort at realising you’re not alone, you feel your own lips twitch upwards. "I'm ok." It's not quite a lie. More of a half truth. But Rick doesn't need to know the details. You can guarantee that he has been beating himself up over what happened. He told you as much during his visits to your hospital bed.

Folding your arms self-consciously over your chest, you subtly shift your weight, hoping he doesn’t notice how you favour your good leg. Hoping he doesn’t notice the walking stick you hid away at the back of the changing area. Because you can be sure that he’s watching you carefully, assessing you for any sign of weakness.

Tightening your jaw against the constant throb of pain, you allow your own gaze to travel over Rick. It’s hot and humid in the pool area. His damp hair is swept back from his face, and a thin sheen of sweat clings to his golden skin. A handful of scars have been added to his collection too, but he looks good. Healthy. Alive. And that makes the sacrifice worth it.

Deciding it might be better not to allow Rick the opportunity to probe you about your wellbeing, you continue.“I wasn’t expecting you to still be here. Lesson overrun?”

He pinches the bridge of his nose, a long-suffering expression swiftly replacing his earlier joy. “Boomer tried to drown Blackguard. Repeatedly.”

You offer him a sympathetic smile. “And you stopped him because…?”

“We’re a little thin on the ground lately.” He gives you a pointed look. “And I could really do without the paperwork.”

“That’s a lame excuse, Flag. We both know I do all your paperwork.”

The lines around Rick’s eyes crease in amusement. “When did you say you were comin’ back?”

“I didn’t.”

The statement hangs in the air, and Rick’s smile falters. It’s only now that he seems to truly register your appearance; the swimming costume, the tightness to your jaw, the scar. In credit to the colonel, he doesn’t blanch. You know he’s seen much worse. Even so, you don’t fail to notice the briefest flicker of conflict passing over his handsome face.

After a beat, he seems to compose himself. "So, you here for a swim?"

You hum your confirmation, looking out across the pool. The water seems awfully inviting right now. Anything to avoid staring at Rick's glistening chest. Anything to hide from his concerned gaze.

"You know there ain't a lifeguard on duty," he points out, folding his arms to match your stance.

"Think I can manage."

He shakes his head. “I’ll stick around for a bit.”

“That isn’t necessary.” You really don’t want him here for this.

“Yeah,” he tells you, leaving no room for argument in his tone. “It is.”

Perhaps it’s just his damn hero complex, or maybe he sees beyond the charade - sees the spectre of pain that no amount of forced smiles and pleasantries can truly hide. Either way, you know you’ve lost. Rick Flag is an immovable object, and right now, he’s not budging from the pool.

Setting your frustration aside, the temperature of your blood seems to rise by several degrees as you watch him lower his large body down, stomach muscles bunching, until he’s sitting over the edge of the pool.

Your injured leg is now directly within Rick’s line of sight, and you try not to cringe. From a distance, it isn’t pretty. But up close? It’s more of a trainwreck. Your shattered kneecap, on top of multiple fractures to your femur and tibia, had required at least three operations and five metal pins to correct.

Of course, it could have been much worse. Though at the time you were slipping in and out of consciousness, delirious with pain and blinded by the bright white lights of the ER, you can vividly remember the doctor’s words as she removed the makeshift splint and bandages. “You’re one hell of a lucky woman. Whoever made this brace probably saved your leg.”

That had been Rick.

Not only had he ultimately saved your leg, but he’d also been waiting by your bedside when you came round from the initial surgery. Dosed up on morphine and drowsy from the anaesthetic, you don’t remember much of that first visit, but you do know that after such a disastrous mission, it was a miracle he was faring any better.

Fighting back the memory of that terrible time, you focus on the surface of the water, at the ripples pooling around Rick’s thick calves.

“They give you a trainin’ plan?" Your look of confusion prompts him to continue. “The doctors. Figured that’s why you’re here. Physical therapy?”

“Right.” You’re not particularly inclined to admit that you threw the ‘training’ plan out of the window, rejecting the doctor’s advice of rest and recuperation. You’re sick of sitting on your ass waiting for things to improve. There’s at least a dozen reasons why you need to get back to work, and the man in front of you may or may not be one of them.

Correctly reading your hesitation as doubt, Rick flashes you what he must imagine is an encouraging smile. "So, you gettin' in?"

"Uh, sure." Despite your calm facade, inside you're panicking. Because Rick has taken a seat at the deep end of the pool, and you know perfectly well that even if you managed to navigate the rickety metal steps by his side, there’s no way you’ll be able to keep your head above water for more than a few seconds.

"I'm, umm… I'm just going to take it easy." You gesture towards the shallow end, and hoping Rick doesn’t read too much into your uneven gait, you begin a slow walk along the poolside.

Your injury might be far from a secret, but the fear of Rick’s pity - or even worse, his guilt - means you don't want him to know just how bad it really is. Without your cane, the short walk takes every ounce of strength you possess, the pain slicing through your weak and damaged muscles with every step.

When you reach your destination, you notice that Rick hasn't followed. In fact, it seems he has returned to the supplies cupboard. While his back is turned, you use the opportunity to awkwardly lower yourself down to the ground. Your venture to the pool felt like a great idea at the time, but this would be so much easier if Rick wasn’t around to watch you fail.

"I don't need those," you insist, when he starts to approach with an armful of foam floats.

After dropping the floats onto the ground, he takes a seat beside you. "When was the last time you swam?" There’s no evidence of humour or teasing in his voice, and it almost makes it worse. Especially as you realise he’s not expecting you to answer.

Studiously avoiding his scrutiny, you focus instead on the sunlight glittering off the water’s surface. Only when Rick softly murmurs your name do you finally force yourself to meet his eye.

"Look, I can help, but you gotta be honest with me.” He levels you with a steady gaze. “None of this stoic, sufferin’ in silence bullishit. Alright?”

“You’re one to talk.” After all, Rick is the master of resilience; you’re just a quick study.

“Do as I say, not as I do, remember?”

You pull a face, but ultimately allow him to continue. This banter between the two of you is a balm, and already you can feel the cracks starting to form in your armour. Perhaps having him around isn’t the worst thing in the world.

"Now, I'm gonna hazard a guess you ignored everythin' the doctors said, decidin' you know best as usual?" He arches his brow.

You respond with a weak smile and rub your leg idly. "I just need it to get better, and fast. Waller doesn't like broken things."

Rick angles his body towards you, his expression darkening. "You ain't broken. And even if that was true, who cares what she thinks."

"I have bills to pay, Rick. Rent. I can't afford not to work." Waller has already rejected your request for desk duty, informing you she needs soldiers, not paper-pushers.

Rick grits his jaw. "Don't worry about the bills. If anythin’, let me worry about them. I can talk to Waller. You just focus on gettin’ better.”

"But-"

“No buts.” He cuts you off abruptly. “I need you back by my side. Can’t wrangle those fuckin’ idiots without you.”

Your resolve is rapidly weakening, and really, it’s no wonder. Rick is well versed in the art of persuasion. Time and again you’ve watched him convince teams of super-criminals to work together for the good of the US government. In your experience, that is no easy feat.

When he’s satisfied you’re not going to argue, Rick reaches behind and pulls across one of the larger floats. "I ain't exactly an expert, but when I was shot in Qurac I had a good few months of physio." He slaps the leg in question, drawing your attention to a pale, silvery stripe along the top of his thigh. "So, I'm sure we can figure somethin' out."

Before you can change your mind, Rick shifts so that he’s kneeling by your side. "Now, lay your leg down here on the float. Need to see what we're workin' with.”

Despite your lingering uncertainty, you do as he says, carefully manoeuvring your injured leg until it’s outstretched before him. The soft layer of the foam beneath you helps mitigate the slight discomfort of the angle.

"Tell me where it hurts, ok?”

A swarm of butterflies erupts in your stomach the moment you feel Rick’s warm hands land on your skin, but you manage to nod stiffly. He starts to apply the slightest amount of pressure, his hands moving along the length of your leg with delicate precision. For the most part it's not painful, but when he reaches your knee you suck in a sharp breath.

"OK.” His hand disappears, and he sits back on his heels. “We're gonna take it slow. Let's see how you get on with walkin'. You got some swellin’, but the water should relieve the pressure.”

Recovering from the shock of his touch, it’s your turn to raise an eyebrow. “I thought you weren’t an expert.”

With a surprising amount of grace for someone of his size, Rick slides into the water. “When you’ve been injured as many times as I have, you learn a thing or two about recovery.”

It’s sound logic, you have to admit, and when he beckons for you to join him, you find yourself swinging your leg back towards the pool without hesitation. You don’t fight either, when his hands land on your hips, supporting your weight as you lower yourself into the water.

When he’s confident you’re steady on your feet, he removes his hands, but not before giving your waist a subtle, yet reassuring squeeze.

“Now what?” You look up at him expectantly.

Rick grins, a hint of mischief gleaming in his hazel eyes. "You know those canine hydrotherapy videos you and Harley love so much?”

“The dogs in those funny little tanks?"

“Exactly. Picture that. ‘Cept without the treadmills."

Spirits rising further with each passing minute, an unexpected laugh bursts from your lips, and you reach for Rick’s shoulder to steady yourself. “Ok, but you know the dogs usually get a treat afterwards, right? Some kind of motivation.”

“I’m sure that can be arranged." His lips curl into the suggestion of a smirk. "What did you have in mind?”

Perhaps you imagine it, but you could swear his gaze darkens as he waits for your response. “Just buy me a coffee when we get out of here.”

You can’t quite shake the feeling that you could have asked for more. Indeed, for a split second, he appears disappointed by your request. Still, it’s too late to change your answer, because all of a sudden he's dipping below the surface of the water, only re-emerging when he's several feet away.

When he breaks the surface, the urge to push his sopping hair back from his brow threatens to overwhelm you. Forget the coffee, maybe this is the kind of motivation you really need. The desire is short-lived, though. Before you can start to examine your feelings too closely, Rick proves himself perfectly capable of rearranging his hair all by himself.

“Start walkin’ towards me,” he calls across the pool, oblivious to your moment of insanity.

Gathering your wits, you bite back a sarcastic retort, choosing to refrain from commenting on how Harley has been right all this time. Rick is a bossy son-of-a-bitch. It’s just unusual for you to be on the receiving end of his commands. When it comes to Task Force X, the two of you work so well together you can usually predict each other’s moves ahead of time.

Just like how you predicted he would try to intercept that bomb.

What Rick couldn't predict that day, was you intercepting him first.

Pushing the awful memories to the back of your thoughts once again, you set your mind to the task at hand: putting one foot in front of the other. Rick was right, the water does ease some of the pressure, but it doesn't completely relieve the pain.

From his position in the centre of the pool, Rick waits patiently. He's watching you with those keen hazel eyes shining bright with belief - belief in you. You can't help but feel it's misplaced. You've barely taken five steps and already your body is telling you to give up.

"While we're here, there's somethin' I wanna get off my chest." His voice, deep and clear, echoes across the otherwise empty pool. "Never properly got a chance to thank you. For savin' me."

"Can we not talk about this right now," you grunt, forcing yourself to take another step forward.

Rick's response is far from what you're expecting. "I think it's the perfect time to talk about it. But if you want me to stop, you're gonna have to get your ass over here and make me."

It seems an unfair ask. Even if you were capable of covering the distance to where he stands, you're not going to reach him quickly. Plenty of time for him to keep running his stupidly pretty mouth.

"I can't," you protest.

But Rick simply shrugs. "I ain't gonna pretend that I wasn't pissed. That was a pretty fuckin' reckless move. And you're goddamn lucky that beam didn't fall a few inches higher."

You don't want to hear it. Doesn't he know how many times you've replayed the scenario? Wondering what you could have done differently. How you could possibly have gotten the both of you out of that building in one piece.

"You would have done the same for me." Gritting your teeth against the pain, you succeed in taking another two steps forward.

"You're right. But that doesn't make it OK."

Irritation begins to set in. "You know, this wasn't the motivation I had in mind," you snap. "Coffee would have been just fine."

His lips quirk into a crooked smile. "Darlin', you can have whatever you want if you make it over here."

It takes far longer than you would like, but by some small miracle, you do reach him. Panting, and spluttering, the water is now up to your chin. You could swear he's been creeping backwards, but equally as exhausted as you are triumphant, you can't quite bring yourself to care. You've done it.

Rick is beaming. "That's my girl." And before you can start to wonder about the implication of his statement, he takes you by the waist, and lifts your head and shoulders clear of the surface. Instinct forces you to wrap your arms around his neck as he proceeds to wade back to the shallow end. Unlike your own journey, he covers the distance in less than a minute.

"Knew you could do it," he tells you, setting you carefully back on the edge of the pool. "So name your price."

"Huh?"

He's standing in the gap between your thighs, making it near enough impossible to form a single coherent thought.

"Your reward," he clarifies, with a sly grin. "Don't tell me that you're gonna settle for coffee."

An unnamed force draws your attention to Rick’s mouth, where his tongue darts out, sweeping away a drop of water from his bottom lip. You're no stranger to taking risks. Pushing Rick out of the way of the bomb was a huge one, but this… this, might be the biggest risk you've taken yet.

"I don't want coffee."

As emboldened as you are from completing the exercise, it's still with a shaking hand that you reach out and brush back the lock of hair that has fallen over Rick’s temple.

Unfazed by the unexpected gesture, and the way your touch lingers a moment too long against his brow, Rick’s eyes are fixed on you. For once, no quickfire retort leaves his mouth. He simply waits on bated breath for you to continue.

You can have whatever you want.

It's no longer a question of what you want. That much has become clear. Your feelings for Rick have lain dormant for a while now, but they've always been there, waiting for something. A sign. A wake-up call. Maybe your last mission was just that.

Because unlike Rick, you're no hero. Saving his life wasn't an entirely unselfish act. You certainly wouldn't have done it for anyone else. Yet in that split second, just before Rick could reach the device, you didn't even have to think.

Barreling into his path, you had managed to catch him unaware, the unexpected force of your body knocking him back into the stairwell. Slamming shut the heavy iron door, you had effectively removed him from the direct range of the explosion. Moments later, as you were thrown back by the blast, and the building started to collapse around you, you remember feeling nothing but relief. Rick would survive. Even if you wouldn’t.

And you'd do it all over again.

All of a sudden, you realise just how close Rick is standing. Close enough now, wedged between your legs, that you barely have to tilt your head before your lips are touching. He doesn’t pull away.

Your first kiss is soft and uncertain - a startling contrast to the solid, confident man before you. There’s a moment of hesitation, just a beat, where you withdraw from his lips to find him watching you wide-eyed. But his surprise rapidly fades, and there’s no fear, no judgement. In fact, he acts like it's the most natural thing in the world. Large, capable hands rise to cup your cheeks, and just like that, he’s pulling you back in for more.

Your own hands fly to his warm, slick chest. Rick’s tongue darts out again, this time sweeping across the seam of your lips, and deepening the kiss. He tastes like mint and chlorine from the pool, and as you finally get the chance to run your fingers through the silken lengths of his hair, you know without a trace of doubt, this is infinitely better than coffee.

You tell him so, after you've finally parted.

Cheeks flushed, and a dazed smile spreading across his face, Rick hums his agreement, before adding, “Same time tomorrow?”

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nostalgia-tblr · 1 month

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i'm gonna just ask: is the mcu fandom(s) unusually full of unannounced multi-chapter works to the point where readers have learned to just click the 'subscribe' button regardless of completion status or is there some bit of fandom-specific signalling i just don't know about to say to the reader "this story is finished btw"?

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myfaux-bias · 2 years

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Demus is back! This time not as pole dancers but instead as… Them.

Also I have fallen in love with Naga!Janus (as if I wasn’t before)

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djpurple3 · 8 months

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yknow like none of my fics do the same numbers they used to when i wrote sanders sides fic and i shouldnt be upset about that,,,,, but sometimes im kind of upset about that

like commenting culture is so weird i know already but like augh... pspsps.... please.... tell me u like it....

the fandom that is the best at leaving comments (that arent too weird, too) in my experience Has been the ninja turtle people tho. idk whats in that fandom but they leave some good comments

#t/ss was also pretty good for nice comments but usually u also got kinda weird ones. which doesnt surprise me #can't forget that one person who called me british bc i used the world 'whilst' once in a 14k oneshot and demand i change it to #'make it more american'#like a) ur wrong abd b) no. it's been like 4 years and i still resent you #writing mcy/t fic is rough sometimes because i fucking love to write it but people hardly comment #the worst fandom was overwatch. like NO ONE commented. that could have just been bc no one was reading my works tho #dj rambles #vent #i guess #somewhere in my brain i was a 'semi big tss writer' but like. only one fic was vaguely popular.#tho i mean a lot of people read the effects of shame. i wish i could ifnish that sometimes but aughgdkjgdffg. yknow?#i also dont want. people to think im into sides anymore #tho i am living a little double liffe i do still write tss stuff i just write smut on another completely unrelated blog. it amuses me #sorry im just rambling fr. i just think about this too much #i wish i could churn stuff out like i used to #even like a year ago i was writing like fucking crazy #im just. iASOHSDG!!!

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rainwater71 · 10 months

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Okay so Ik the What You Can Stand Sanders sides fic is from like 2020-2022 but I just finished reading it for the first time and bro that ending HIT. HARD.

Like I’ve never been this emotionally invested in a fic before wtf 😭😭

#it's been in my head and it needed to be let out #roman sanders #prinxeity #sanders sides #virgil sanders #tss virgil #fanfic #I hate how fanfics make me feel #back to oneshots I go cause I don’t get attached to those #I love you manyfandomsonelog

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sets-novelettes · 1 year

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At The End Of The Pier (A TSS OneShot)

Fandom: Sanders Sides. (FNAF??? where did that come from?)

Characters: Roman Prince, Logan Rogers, V̶̛̘̮̈́͆̑̂̚ȋ̴̺̂̚r̶̟͚̎̀̈́͒̿͗̾̒̎̿̈́̓͘g̶͙̞̰̉̓̊̈́͛̿̌̄̂̚i̴̢̲̝͕̫̫̟̮̺̳͆̕l̸̪͇̰̱̬͕̈̃͜͝ Janus(mentioned), Remus(mentioned).

Location: Abandoned Fair on a pier.

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Roman P.O.V

“Roman, I assure you, this is not a good idea. We could quite possibly get arrested,” said my best friend, and most trusted companion, Logan.

“And I assure you that the pier is not off limits to the public anymore,” I said as I jump over the yellow police tape and onto the creaky wooden flooring of the once heavily crowded site “besides the accident happened years ago. There is absolutely no reason to worry.”

“That is unless,” I gave pause for dramatic effect, “ your scared?”

“I am not scared,” he retaliated with a slight voice crack, “I merely think that this is a safety hazard.”

“Aww. The nerdy wolverine’s scared,” I teased, proud of my marvel themed nickname.

“No!” he shouted, “Look at that Ferris wheel! You can see it falling apart, even though you can’t see anything, it’s that dark. Who even gave you the idea to come here during the night time?! I don’t care if Janus asked you to survey the area for their crime conspiracy video! I refuse to risk losing my life just so that you can go on your little stupid adventures!”

“Not my fault I love having some fun in my life. By the way, is that the candle from Encanto? Cause it definitely looks like it,” I said distractedly, letting my disney-loving-latino-self out.

“I- Whatareyou- What are you talking about? Wha- What candle? I- Oh,” my tie adorned friend exclaimed, as he finally catches sight of the subject of our discussion. “Why is that stack of books on fire?” nevermind, “Why is it on top of that carousel? Who- How did it even get up there? Who kept it up there” my clearly (not) very smart friend interrogated, he looks kinda concerned... Wait, did he say on-top of the carousel?

“I agree it is very weird. anditverywellisacandle.”

“What?” The NerdTM asks.

“What?” I replied.

He pointedly glared.

“Look I’m not the one wearing glasses.”

The blue clad teen sighed. “Whatever..” he looked back towards the burning candle- books? I turned to look at it.

Candle, yeah it’s the Encanto candle. It looks a bit different tho... (the flame around it looks colorful) the designs look like they’re from a fantasy world... (the butterflies are still there.. but ... just different) are those dragons...? (they’re moving, but the candle isn’t melting. Why isn’t it melting?) it just looks... (I’m sad) so... so...(Why am I sad?) beautiful... (The feelings isdetached. Foreign.)

We had both stared at it’s strangely mystifying flames for, who knows how long? I don’t.

Suddenly, we heard something, hushed and fast whispers. It was sweet, eerie and unsettling, but sweet. Calm and steady, but a constant volume kind.

It gave me a creepy excited feeling, a bad anticipation of sorts. The kind of feeling you get when your about to act in a play, but then you start thinking about how everything could possibly go wrong. Nervousness, i guess? I don’t normally get this feeling, but- Hey, you experience something new everyday. Am I right or am I right?

Anyway, being the ever curious science students we were, we both simultaneously had the idea to investigate and with unspoken agreement we started to walk towards it.

It was coming from the arcade at the endof the pier- seriously?!? Who designed this?!?I like this place ‘cause it reminds me of that venuenear the end of ‘Ms. Peregrine's home for peculiar children’ butthis is absurd!!!

“I want the number of whoever gave the amazing idea of keeping electronic gadgets right above deep water,” I looked at him confused, “What? I just wanna talk with them,” he continued, voice dripping with sarcasm.

“I think you’ve been spending too much time with Dee and my brother,” I replied, honestly quite a bit concerned about that fact.

He shrugged, not normal The NerdTM behavior (but I am glad that he’s adapting).

The voice we were following got louder as we approached. Although, now it doesn’t sound like a voice, but rather multiple voices, overlapping each other.I couldn’t make out what they were saying. It was unsettling. And the closer we got, the voices seemed to come together to form one voice, one by one. The worst part was, we couldn’t stop ourselves from moving, I’m not sure if it was from curiosity or... if it was some supernatural force.

As soon as we stepped in the arcade, we finally snapped out of our trance and looked around. We saw something was off.

Like, really off.

The walls , arcade cabinets and literally, just, everything was covered in a black slimy goo.

The nervous fear was back. This time in full force.

Everything in me was yelling- screaming at me to run, run and never look back. I turned back to get away from all the crazy. But the door was closed and locked the moment we step in.

I couldn’t breathe properly, couldn’t focus. Hyperventilation, I think I heard Logan say once.

And... Logan... Logan just froze. He looked at me, terror evident in his eyes. It only scared me further, seeing him so scared...

The voice became more clearer. Completely warped, sure. But more intelligible.

It was repeating the same thing over and over again.

M̶̗̗̰̞̭̼͔͇̯̘͇͖͔̦͇̲̀̊͊́͂̀̊̔͒̀͆͐̀̀̚ͅǒ̴̭͓̜̞̱͇̣̈̔͊̑̀͛͛̃͋̓͌̓̈́̚͠͝n̷̩̝̲̋ş̴̧̧̡̛͉͙͇̻̗̗̭̲̼͓̫̭͊̒̓͋̓̉́̿̕͝t̸̡̡̝̟͈̜̺̱̣̪͔̼̖̮͇̮͗̑̇̉̍̏̓̂̒͑̒̒̾͂͌͘͝͝ͅḛ̶̛͓̩͕̤̲̓̍͊̆̿̋̉̎̚͝ȓ̸̦̳̺̥̈́̀͒͛̀͑̄̊͝͠

Then I blacked out.

To hell with Dee and their crime conspiracy video.

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hello!! could you do w, i, and o for abner on the nsfw alphabet? i am so desperate for content abt him lmao 😭😭 thank u for still writing him

Abner Krill (Polka-dot-man) - NSFW Request (I, O, W)

Me: Oh boy, Abner! I’ve always been wanting to write something about this colorful dancing king queen since I watched TSS. This is going to be fun!

[Two/half months later.]

Me: *Staring intently at a bulletin board covered in pictures and notes with red string connecting to them, not knowing what time or day it is.*

Life [Walks in.]: Hey, uhh– friendly reminder that you still have that Government paper due tomorrow.

Me: MUTHERFU–

[Weeks later.]

Me [On the floor, defeated by the heavy mass of writer's block, reaching towards laptop to press enter.]: Finished– *Get’s crushed by an anvil of more writing tasks.*

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A/N: I had made a Venn Diagram of Abs, Bob, and Lonny to differ the boys since they all fall under the meow meow category. So, thank you for the wait.

Ima say this takes place after the TSS movie – don’t care if he died, as James A. Janisse would maybe say, “No body, no count.” (Same with Flag. *kicks book of Necromancy For Dummies under bed*)

Warning: Usual NSFW stuff, nothing too extreme. Made some parts long (cause I do what I want). Some head cannons that totally didn’t come up to me randomly while I was halfway through finishing. No proofreading, I go down in style. Is there anything smutty in the first half? No, not really. Did I get carried away again and build a oneshot sort of story? Perhaps. Will I ever make a long smutty moment in any of the alphabet requests? Idk. Hotel? Trivago.

Leans toward female reader pov, but mostly towards gender neutral.

Anyhoo, happy readings!

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I: Intimacy (*looks over at the letter C* Perhaps, I misjudged you.)

Abner lacks physical and emotional intimacy – and you can’t really blame him for it. Being locked up in Belle Reve and made fun of by the other inmates for so long – and to top it all off, his condition and past – he doesn’t have good social skills nor the confidence to approach someone for friendly/flirtatious banter. Even when he and his Task Force X friends go out to celebrate their new freedom at a local club, he still remains reserved and hidden. So he thought.

Throughout the night, Abner watched everyone have fun while sitting in a booth next to a large – totally not a man-eating shark – distinguish gentleman with a mustache, staring intently at a fish tank behind them. Cleo was out dancing wildly on the dance floor with a group of people, Harley sat across the room drinking with three intimidating women, and both Flag and Dubois went somewhere private to chat and drink alone. He consistently looks around the large room, scanning the neon interior and dancing occupant exotically swaying side to side, sipping his drink until his eyes land on a certain someone sitting by the bar. You.

You idly sat on one of the empty stools, swirling your drink in apathy and wearing the most eccentric, colorful outfit that made you stick out of the crowd. Abner nearly choked, spitting his drink through his nose, and erupted into a coughing fit. He didn’t notice Cleo returning to the booth, rushing to sit beside him, gently hitting his back. You were alone – in fact – you looked like you were waiting for someone, glancing at your surroundings and at your phone every minute.

Supposedly, your date should’ve been here an hour ago. They texted you the address to this place to meet you at a time that was way past your curfew. Without a second thought, you agreed. You spend your whole evening prepping yourself to look nice. The only attire suitable for your first night out was the one that made it look like a clown puked on you. Looking around once more, you scan the room in hopes of seeing your date, not spotting Abner a few feet away staring gawkily at you, swiftly ducking his head to avoid glances.

Abner could feel his face burn red hot, he couldn’t hear Cleo’s muffled words over the sound of his heart pounding in his ear. He finally drew his attention towards Cleo when he heard her say, your glowing. Instantly, he slaps his face out of instinct to check if his glowing rash started popping up – knowing already he expelled the dots before they left. This is a first… Cleo gaped as his face began to flare up into dim hues of blue and red to green and yellow. His eyes move back to you, staring at your phone with a bleak expression.

Honestly, you weren’t surprised when the screen showed they left you on read. You figured they would bail at the last minute, wasting half of your night to embarrass yourself. Thoughts began running through your head as you felt your chest grow heavy. I think that’s enough for one night. Holding back your tears, you took a shot of your drink and tapped the glass on the counter, going to spin your chair towards the exit when a tall man wearing what seems to be also a colorful button-up blouse blocks your way, startling you. Abner stood stiff as a board, nervously smiling at you. There was a moment of silence between you two. You watched as he glanced over and back at you, sending you mixed signals. Curious at what he was looking at, you turned and spotted two girls looking directly at you, one waving shyly, the other giving a thumbs up, and a– Wait is that a shark in disguise and a rat also waving at us?

You snap your attention back to the man in front of you, hearing him clear his throat out of discomfort before introducing himself as Abner, reaching his hand out towards you. To your dismay, you mindlessly took his hand, shaking it while telling him your name. Abner’s heart flutters at the sight of you smiling softly at him. You catch a glimpse of his cheeks glowing strangely, thinking it could be the lighting in the room. He takes a seat next to you, mumbling if he can buy you a drink, his smile widening when you accept the offer.

Shortly after your second drink, you hit it off pretty quickly, talking about certain things the two of you like, such as movies, and him introducing you to the group – keeping a very close eye on Nana– Bob doesn’t do anything to you.

Soon you two were on the dance floor, swaying and bobbing your heads to the music, and before you knew it, you were face-to-face. Abner remembered sharing a long gaze with you, feeling as if time suddenly froze. He felt his cheeks boil achingly, noticing your expression contort into a bewildered look. Random patches of colorful glowing dots appeared and disappeared on his face. His eyes seemed to change color, following the primitive colors.

Although you admired the way he looked, Abner on the other hand took it as a sign of being repulsed, causing something to trigger in his mind. But before he could let the imagery into his head, he hears you call out his name, slowly approaching him. You ask if you could hold his hand, reaching out for it when he accepts. You both stood in the middle for a while, only listening to the music playing on the speakers. Once he felt himself subside, he pulls towards him, wrapping his arms around your waist. You did the same, putting your arms around his neck, whispering reassuring words. He burrows his face into your shoulder, embracing the unknown feeling in his chest as his face emits a dim glow once again.

O: Oral

*Abner: Clitoris?! Labia Majora?! Damn girl, how many pussies you got?!*

Abs is ok with giving oral to his partner. He’s a lil’ confuse at first, but he got spirit. He isn’t on the top 3, but somewhere around maybe 4-5. Krill prefers to use his hands to stimulate you than his mouth – since he can be flamboyant. It’s also a way for him to be slightly dominant and in control, edging you as soon as you near climaxing.

When receiving oral from you, he melts into a whimpering puddle – he’s squirmish and restless at times, but only because you keep teasing his tip and shaft for revenge. To him, the sensation never gets old.

W: Wild Card (*cracks knuckles*)

*inhales*

Liiiiisten.

There’s a hc I have for this guy, but I prefer not to say what it is since it’s quite…vulgar. That and it also goes with a letter that rhymes with see. So here’s two headcannons that are pretty tame. Also, I hc Abner to be a vers.

Anyways.

Whenever Abner is having sexual intercourse with his partner, showing his emotions can be rather complex than his platonic relationship with you. Thus when he’s trying to gaze into your eyes, all you receive is a wide-eyed stare as he thrusts into you. Another aspect of his is uncontrollable giggling. At any moment, when you're riding him, something in his head switches and causes him to be a laughing mess. You remembered briefly stopping to ask him why he keeps laughing every single time you ask that question his response is the same, it feels good.

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A/N: Hope ya'll enjoyed reading, and thank you for liking/reblogging. I find it hard to express my emotions sometimes and overthink it. When I see that I'm getting positive remarks on a couple of stuff I wrote, I acknowledge and appreciate the kindness, but never respond to it. So again, thank you so much for the support. Next one's gonna be a Johnson request, and then whatevers on the to-do list.

#david dastmalchian #abner krill x reader #abner krill smut #polka dot man x reader #polka dot man

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2024 TSS Storytime Big Bang FAQ

If you’re already familiar with the Big Bang, jump down to the Word Count and Communication and Check-ins sections for this year’s changes.

The Basics of the Bang

What is a Big Bang?

A Big Bang is a challenge that encourages writers to create long stories (25k minimum) within a certain time frame and artists to create works to pair with those stories. Basically, the fandom gets a lot of long stories and awesome art all at the same time! Every writer gets fanart, every artist gets inspiration, and everyone gets to enjoy the final product.

Is this Big Bang limited to a certain pairing, genre, or rating?

No. Most ships (except incest) and gen stories are welcome. Likewise, AUs, crossovers and fusions, all genres and all ratings are also welcome, including NSFW fic and art.

Only adults (18 or older) may work on M+ or unrated works. NSFW works must be clearly indicated as such so that no one ends up partnered with someone whose work will make them uncomfortable) So long as the primary focus of your story is Thomas Sanders and/or the Sanders Sides, you are good to go!

How do I sign up? Will there be an email or a message so that I’ll know that I’ve actually gotten through?

You can sign up via the Google Form linked at the bottom of the pinned post! It’s via google forms so you should receive a confirmation message on the site once you hit submit. We’ll also post a list of everyone who has signed up about a week before sign-ups close.

Roles

I am both a writer and an artist, would I be able to sign up for both or should I just sign up for the one I’m more interested in?

You can absolutely sign up for both if you think you can finish both! You can even sign up for more than one story as a writer if you think you can finish more than one.

Can I sign up as both an artist and a beta?

Absolutely! You can sign up for all three things if you think you can manage them!

I want to participate but am not a writer or an artist. What can I do?

Please consider signing up as a beta or offering to cheerlead creators you follow. Writers and artists need and appreciate all the support they can get!

Writing Requirements

What’s the minimum word count? (Updated for 2024)

25,000 words.

This is a six-month challenge, from Feb 1st to August 1st, and you should use all the time available to you. So start writing as soon as you sign up, and make the most of all the time you have!

Writers must have a minimum of 1k words by April 1st. We recommend writers have at least 5k by the time artists begin to sign up in May.

Can I write more than one story?

You may, but please note that the deadlines and word counts hold for each story you submit.

Does my story have to be completed by the end of the Big Bang? Is it okay if I get past the 25k mark but by the time August rolls around it’s still going?

The story you upload in August should be complete on its own. You can definitely write a sequel and continue to explore the characters and the setting in future stories, but the one uploaded for the challenge should have a beginning, middle, and end and have its main plot threads resolved.

I’ve started a fic that I’d like to turn into a submission. Can I do that?

All works should be created specifically for this challenge. However, if you are working on a prequel/sequel piece to something you have already written, that is acceptable, as long as you link to the piece it comes before/after in your submission and it can be read and understood on its own.

That said, so long as you have not posted any of your fic, you may use it for the challenge (this means don’t post chapters or large portions on your tumblr/AO3/etc. until your posting date. You can use your usual feedback methods so long as it’s not open to people you’re not personally conversing with).

Can the work be chaptered, or does it necessarily have to be a very very long oneshot?

We strongly recommend you chapter your work, however you will not be disqualified if you prefer to keep it as a oneshot. Be sure to meet the word minimum and have the fic complete and posted in its entirety by your posting date.

Does the work need to be a 25k words chaptered story or can it be several short stories set in the same universe following a loose timeline? Or just oneshots unrelated to each other but with something in common for each one shot?

It should, if possible, be one story. Several snapshots from the same universe that have a unifying theme and follow a timeline would qualify under that—it’s all part of the same life story - but unrelated oneshots would not.

Does my story have to be beta read?

It’s highly encouraged, but not a necessity. However, there will be a list of betas you can ask to beta your fic and we will include any beta readers you are working with in your team channel on the event Discord server.

Art Requirements

I’m an artist, not a writer. How do I participate?

In May, artists will get to choose among anonymous summaries the writers submit. They will be posted about halfway through the challenge and artists will be given time to read through these and submit their top three choices. Once they have their assignment, they should work with their writer so that the finished product is something they both love.

Does the art for the project have to be digital or regular? And how massive of a piece is it?

The piece of art does not have to be digital or traditional - so long as you can get traditional art scanned, you can definitely use pencil/pens/markers/paint/etc.

As for how massive, you should expect to do one or more illustrations for the story you end up with. If you’re creating a large full color painting - either digital or traditional - you’d only really be expected to do one. If you’re going to create uncolored lineart, maybe two or three, etc.

The art should be commensurate with the level of effort the writer is putting into the event.

You’ll also be working with your writer directly, so you can coordinate with them once you’ve been assigned to each other to see what will work best for both of you!

What exactly do they make for the story? Can it be anything, like for example a comic of a scene in the story, or like a ‘cover art’ for the fic?

Basically, yes. You’ll work directly with your writer, as they’ll need to give you access to their rough draft and plans so you can gain inspiration, so the two of you can work together to see what would fit best and is most exciting for both of you. But you can do any of those things. A comic, cover art, a single scene illustration, chapter headings, character portraits, whatever most inspires you and moves you!

The artist sign-ups are for drawings, paintings, and likely more if you can make a convincing argument to us and your writer! Writers are also indicating if there’s any kind of art they don’t want to receive you can be certain the person you’re paired with is more than happy to get your type of art for their story!

Beta

Are beta readers assigned to writers, or would the writer have to reach out to them?

There will be a list of people who offered to beta with details of their preferences so you can contact them directly or ask for someone in the discord. If you’re having trouble finding someone, you can reach out to us and we’ll do our best to match you. However, we do want to avoid matching up everyone individually.

Do beta readers work exclusively with one writer or are they expected to beta multiple works if multiple writers reach out to them?

That’s up to the individual beta! If you wish to work with only one person, you can let us know once you have arranged things with them and we’ll take you off the list. If you wish to work with multiple people, you can do that, too. Just remember not to stretch yourself too thin!

Can we have our friends edit and look at our story if they are not a part of the Big Bang?

Absolutely! You can use any beta/editor/cheerleader you’d like. Just be sure the story itself isn’t up for general viewing until your posting date. But someone doesn’t have to sign up to be an event beta to help you edit. The beta sign-ups are to help writers who don’t already have someone to look over their work. It’s also a great way to make new friends :D

Communication and Check-ins

Communication: Discord and Tumblr

All announcements will be made on Discord first. We will cross post to Tumblr, but Discord is the place to be for the latest information. After you have signed up as a writer, artist, beta readers, or a pinch-hitter, you’ll get the link to the Discord.

We ask that all participants join the event Discord server.

What does check-in mean?

Since the sign-up period is quite long, there will be regular check-ins to be sure anyone who signed up way back on Feb 1st both still remembers signing up and is still interested in participating. This is a long challenge and people do move fandoms/have life things happen.

What if I’m not available/busy during a check-in?

With the exception of the minimum 1k word count in April and the 5k word count by the end of artist sign-ups, you don’t have to have a particular amount done by a check-in. It’s simply to let us know you’re still working on it. We’ll also create a post and send out messages/asks about a week before the check-in date as a reminder—both on tumblr and on discord - so as long as you’ll be able to shoot a quick “yes, still working!”, you’re good!

You can also check in early, it’ll be done in the same manner as the sign up—via google forms that are posted about a week in advance of when the check-in is due.

Collaboration

What if there was an uneven number of participants like 40 artists signed up but 80 writers. What would happen then?

Initially there will be more writers signed up than artists but by the second check-in some of those writers will duck out (quack) which usually evens things out a bit.

That said, in some years, several artists have volunteered to create art for more than one story, and we will put out requests for more if it’s incredibly unbalanced. There will also be pinch hitters to jump in in case we need to replace an artist later into the event.

Alternatively, if we have many more artists than writers, multiple artists will be assigned to the same story. No matter what, every writer who finishes will receive art!

What’s a pinch hitter?

An angel. 😇

Someone who is willing to jump in to create something they otherwise wouldn’t have because someone else backed out. In a Secret Santa, these will usually be people willing to write a story if one of the participants doesn’t, for example. In this case, we will likely ask for people who would be willing to be ready to jump in as artists if a writer’s partner isn’t going to finish, or disappears, or something like that. Hopefully they won’t be needed, but their willingness to step up makes a challenge of any kind run much more smoothly!

How much should you share with your partner?

You’ll share your draft with your artist and your beta reader, but not with anyone else. You should be ready to show them everything you have once they get assigned to you, and to send them updates—that way they’ll be able to gain inspiration from all parts of the story. Many teams use Google Docs and Drive to make it easier to collaborate.

In May, we’ll post the summaries writers supply for the artists to choose among, but those should just be two or three paragraphs at most, basically what you’d read on the back of a book to get you to buy it.

Is a title required for the summaries that will get posted for the artists?

Nope! If you have one, it will be posted with the summary, but no worries if you don’t - and no worries if it changes between then and posting!

Posting

How will the works be posted?

There will be a schedule for the month of august for when which works will be posted so that all works are spread out and get the attention they deserve without overwhelming people. Works can be posted on AO3, on your own tumblr, or wherever you feel most comfortable. The work should be posted in full somewhere. If it’s on tumblr, just @ this blog on your post(s) so we can reblog it here, if it’s exclusively somewhere else just @ this blog on the post with the link.

Can you post all of your fic on one site, but post it at different dates for another? For example, could I post the whole thing on AO3, but then post daily chapters on Tumblr?

Sure! As long as the full fic is available online on your posting date and not before, you can post it in another place however you like!

As writers, are we allowed to post teasers of our stories on our blogs to let our followers know what we’re working on, or do we have to hold all the content until the very end?

So long as it’s just a teaser and doesn’t go up until after the summaries have been claimed and artists assigned, yes. Summary claiming is anonymous to be sure everyone’s story gets the same chance among all the artists so please don’t indicate which summaries is yours/what you’re working on in detail before that publicly.

#sanders sides #tss storytime 2024 #tss storytime #thomas sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #remus sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #janus sanders #ts roman #ts remus #ts janus #ts logan #ts patton #ts virgil

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