#usually i just bounce ideas off my beta but this one was so long i asked him to look over it for errors because

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sent part 6 to my beta. if all goes well it should be posted tonight or tomorrow

#usually i just bounce ideas off my beta but this one was so long i asked him to look over it for errors because #there's no way i could do it myself #the doc is 36 pages and 12.4k words #it actually ended around 41 pages and 14.5k words but i ended up cutting out 34 from bib fic since she didn't fit well in it #do not worry 34 Will get covered on its own eventually. and i kept the original version #might post it in spice of life at some point #i just ended up realizing it might work better from a rio or ciel or yukari pov #cure waffle au #waffleverse: writing #god i am SO excited to finally have this finished so i can move on

[suyacho]

punishment // hotaru haganezuka

breaking another sword meant having to talk with hotaru again and break the news to him, for obvious reasons, he never was happy with receiving this news. shortly said; break another sword and he'll break your back <3

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content warnings: minors/ageless blogs dni - afab!reader - nicknames (doll & taru) - reader has hair long enough to be pulled - oral at the start - rough unprotected sex - spit - cursing - degrading - spanking - reader begs - reader cries a bit - overstim mention - creampie - 1,1k wc - lowkey ass - not beta read, we’re rawdogging this💯

notes: happy hotaru face reveal, hope you’re all eating it up like the manga readers did when it happened🫶 thank you @rin-vana for the idea <3 and another big thankyou to my two beta readers, love u guys🫶

“You are so fucking clumsy.” Hotaru spat, grabbing a hold of your hair and pulling you off him, watching your tears, his cum and your spit dribble down the sides of your face. “ ‘M sorry Taru,” you coughed a bit, squeezing your legs together as you looked up to him desperately, needing to feel more, wanting for him to ruin you.

This was an usual thing between you two, you’d keep breaking your swords, the precious swords Hotaru spent his time on and he’d punish you for it. Telling you he needs to teach you a lesson so you wouldn’t do it again, ignoring the fact that he purposely made the swords worse after a while, just as excuse to see you and fuck you again. All that because maybe, he has a sweet spot for you, one he wouldn’t admit.

“You’re sorry? Just how many times have I heard that from your pretty lips… it’s such a waste you keep spitting lies from them.” he told you, smirking as you climbed on his lap naked, his cock twitching from how wet you were.  “But I've been telling you– they keep breaking much easier lately!” you argued back, a moan escaping your lips as you felt yet another harsh smack on your ass. 

“There you go again, wasting your precious breath on lies.” he sighed in disappointment, spanking your already red and sensitive ass once again, loving the way you reacted to it.  “ ‘M sorry! Please– just fuck me already, I already came so many times, I’ve been good!” you whined. Hotaru never fucked you before giving you several orgasms by his fingers or tongue, he was very skilled with both and loved how sensitive and needy you got for his cock whenever he did so.

“If you could just be this straightforward from the start you wouldn’t have to beg for my cock doll.” Hotaru told you, easily lifting you up and lining himself up with your entrance, groaning when your cum dripped onto his hard cock.

“My my– look at the way you’re dripping, I bet I can slide just right in, can’t I?” he taunted, his angry tip teasing your hole before he pushed in fully with no warning, a gasp followed by a loud scream of his name leaving your lips when you gripped onto his back for support. “See? I told you so, doll.” he smirked, not giving you a second to adjust before starting to move. 

“C-Can you blame me? You’ve been so mean..” you whimpered, burying your face in his neck as you dug your nails into his back, clamping down on him as pounded into you roughly, using you as nothing more than a cocksleeve, just like how you loved it.

“Do you want me to remind you w— fuuuuuuuck, why we’re here?” he groaned, his hands gripping into your sides tightly, hard enough to leave his mark. Hotaru watched you as you bounced on his cock, laughing cockily when you were struggling to move on your own, fucking into you at a hard and rough pace, just enough to get you cockdrunk. 

“N-No, please!” you begged, not even knowing what you were begging for as his name rolled off your tongue like it was the only thing you knew. 

Hotaru knew he had you at his full mercy, absolutely loving this. His eyes darted down to where you two were connected, watching how easily he slid in and out, throwing his head back slighty at the sight, you always took him so fucking well 

“I’m gonna stuff you full doll, just wait.” Hotaru groaned, spanking you harshly before getting up with you in his arms, not bothering to pull out as he walked towards the bed. Harshly pushing you down on the bed after, stomach against the sheets while a whine left your lips. Hiding your face into the pillow from embarrassment, clenching around nothing.

Hotaru knew just what you wanted, leaving you so desperate and lusting for him, it was like he had you under a spell.

“I bet you’re doing this on purpose, aren’t you?” Hotaru taunted, pushing in with one quick trust, not warning you or giving you a second to adjust before picking up pace he was fucking you in earlier. Before you could even register what was going on, Hotaru spanked you once more, harder than before, the stinging feeling making you clench around him. It surely would leave a mark after he was done.

“Mhm look at you clenching doll,” Hotaru continued, grabbing a fist full of your hair and pulling you closer to him, a choked moan leaving your lips as your back was pressed against his chest.  “Doing all this, just to get fucked dumb on this big cock every single time.” he smirked, being deeper than he was before, making you grab onto anything for support as tears rolled down your cheeks.

“Isn’t that right?” Hotaru whispered into your ear, goosebumps running down your spine from his tone, not being able to help the way you clenched around him, feeling that familiar knot building up. 

“I asked you something.” he spat, pulling on your hair, a gasp leaving your lips as he hit your sweet spot at the same time.

“ ‘m sorry–! Yes Taru, I-I do.” you sobbed, not even being able to fully comprehend what he asked, too busy chasing your orgasm and getting lost in pleasure.  “There you go doll– was it that hard to answer nicely? You love being naughty…” he continued, his tip kissing your sweet spot repeatedly while he rubbed your poor overstimulated clit, knowing you were close, just like him.

“Wanna cum for me?” Hotaru questioned, adding a little more pressure to your clit while never slowing down his thrusts, laughing in your ear as you squirmed in his arms, your legs slightly trembling.

“Y-Yes, Taru pleaseee—“ you cried out, desperate to cum.

“Dirty doll, you wanna cream on my cock that bad huh?” “Go ahead, cum for me.” Hotaru spat and that was all you needed to hear before you released around him, it being one of the most intimate orgasms of the night, seeing white for a few seconds.

“There we g-go.” Hotaru moaned, breathing shaky as he filled you up nicely, his own legs slightly trembling from how much he held back. 

“Thank y-you Taru.” you mumbled dumbly, body going limp as he helped you through your high. Slowly pulling out, watching his cum dripping out, his cock twitching at the sight. He would’ve taken you right then if he hadn’t been so mean with you all night, guessing this was enough for you for now.

Hotaru finally caught his breathe, watching your legs tremble on the bed, looking at your marked up body and tear stained face, there was nothing he loved more than this.

Maybe he would make the next sword his worst one yet, because Hotaru didn’t know how much longer he could stay away from you.

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contacts

paring: Clint x f!reader warnings: PWP (literally no plot, AT ALL) ER; age gap (not specified), explicit sexual content word count: 1,3k~ ~a/n: told you I was writing a smutty follow up. u can concider it being in the same universe as CRACKS or read as a stand-alone, really doesn't matter. not beta-ed. masterlist

The thrusts of his hips were unrelenting, the burning stretch of his cock parting your insides so familiar and yet so exciting every single time. His deep breaths became erratic and labored, and you smiled knowing what’s gonna happen next.

“Fuck, baby,” he grunted, a single droop of sweat traveling from his forehead down the curve of his nose and you lifted you head licking it off. “Fuck, I think my heart is gonna crash.”

Clint was a generous and adventurous lover, your sex drive matched perfectly which meant you both liked to fuck like rabbits, but he was twice your age and even though it wasn’t a problem, sometimes it showed. After a long way of working, or chopping wood and doing shit in the backyard, his want for you would never go away, but his ability to go as hard and long as he usually did would definitely be affected. You never complained because truly you didn’t have a reason to, you still got your fair share of orgasms, be that caged between his massive thighs and strong arms or bouncing on top of him.

Today was one of those days, Clint practically dragged you to the bedroom, giving you only a moment to turn the stove off and ripping both of your clothes on the way up. He was needier than usual but you felt yourself getting wet just from the look of desperation in his face.

Pretty soon he was balls deep inside you, punching the air out of your lungs with every thrust and growling filth in your ear. When his energy started to give out, you felt a ringing slap landing on your thigh as he fell on his back next to you and dragged your buzzing body on top.

“Come one, baby, ride my dick. Show me how much you love me.”

You grinned, lining him up to your sleek entrance and sinking on his shaft in one smooth motion. Clint kept his eyes open, the only indication of his pleasure were his gritted teeth and the hard cock that probed at your cervix with every motion. 

He became unusually quiet, his eyes running from your face, to your tits that bounced more appetizingly than a Sunday roast after years of starvation. Clint kept staring, going lower to where you easily swallowed his girthy shaft, making him grunt and moan as your walls contracted around it.

“Fuck, baby, you look so fucking hot when you ride my dick like that. Prettiest fucking thing,” he squeezed out through tense lips and his hands gripped bruises into your thighs. His strong arms helped you go up and down on his cock, he practically maneuvered you himself, used you like a barely conscious sex toy.

“You should take a picture,” you half whispered, the words interrupted by the sharp intakes of your breath every time the fat head of his cock nudged your g-spot. 

“Good idea,” one of his hands released you and you saw him blindly searching for a phone beneath the pillows. Yours was the first one he found and he spent less than a couple of seconds angling the camera just right to fit you into the frame.

“Gonna be my own fucking porn star, baby.” His eyes jumped from the little screen back to your body, left hand going from gripping your thigh to squeezing your tit. The feeling of his cock becoming even harder inside you, the thrill of being recorded and the clear awe in the eyes of your man made your head dizzy. The intoxicating mix of emotions and feelings guided you to your climax way quicker than you expected, and Clint obviously saw that on your face with the way you felt him thrusting his hips up harder and steadier. 

"Come on, little one, be a good girl, m and cum on my cock.” He brought the camera so close that the only thing it captured was the way his dick, wet from tour juices and his own precum, disappeared in your stretched hole. The quiet grunts and your moans were only interrupted by the filthy squelch of your cunt taking-taking-taking and the depravity of it made you want to ride him even harder. Clint brought his left hand back  to your hip making sure that his hand wasn’t blocking the view of your pussy as he started pressing and circling your aching clit violently dragging the orgasm out of you. “That's my girl, cum on me.  Fucking soak me, baby, want the drops to hit the fucking camera. Cum for me, baby."

Your body shook as your orgasm almost squeezed the life out of your body. Your vision got blurry for a moment and your hands pressed into Clint’s soft stomach to help you remain on top. While your walls continued to contract, his still hard and throbbing cock was still inside you. You took a few deep breaths, steadying yourself and shook your head to come back to your senses. Your hand silently stretched, taking the phone out of Clint’s hand that he gave with no questions. But when you turned the camera on him he was visibly confused.

“What is that about?”

“It’s my turn seeing you turn into a fucked out mess, loverboy,” you started to slowly rotate your hips, overstimulated but too hooked on seeing him come undone, on feeling him full you up. Your movements shut him up quickly, returning his attention to his own pleasure. You loved how his face screwed as if he was in pain when he came. He didn’t control himself in that moment, letting you see the raw emotions elicited by the heights of his pleasure. 

Unlike him, you made sure the camera got his face, your legs already burning with exertion. You caught the moment when Clint bared his gritted teeth, and your free hand slid up his stomach to punch his nipples that he refused to admit were quite sensitive. Just as you did that your pussy squeezed his cock in a choking hold.

“Please, give me your cum,” you started whispering like a madwoman, it took all of your strength to try and keep the camera upright, “fill me up, please, I wanna feel you in my fucking stomach.”

Clint’s growl was inhumane as his hips punched into yours for the last time, warm ropes of cum painting your insides in fat stripes. For a moment you both were in trance, just looking at each other, you even forgot you were holding the phone in your hand, camera still rolling, until he took it from your hand and pressed stop. 

“Bet we would make a lot of money on OnlyFans.” You giggled, laying on top of him while his cock slowly softened inside you. Your sweaty bodies stuck together, soft stomachs pressing into each other as you found the right temp of breathing. 

“What’s that?” Clint asked, his hand finding your hair and stroking it gently.

“It’s a… you know what, it’s nothing.” You mumbled in his skin. 

You spent a few moments in silence and just as you were about to ask Clint if he actually wanted the video or if he did it for the thrill of the moment, you heard a soft and familiar sound of his snoring. 

Gently kissing his skin above his heart, you climbed off him and settled by his side, fishing the phone from between your pillows and opening the photo app. 

“Finally I have a picture for your contact,” you whispered to yourself, cropping the screenshot you took from the video, a moment when he looked at you with his eyes full of content, settling in the post orgasmic haze.

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Construction Corner (Joel Miller AU) Episode 5: The Peña Family

Fandom: The Last of Us/Pedro Pascal

Pairing: TV Host Joel Miller x divorced Female Reader

Summary: Filming out of town has Joel thinking about the past and the future

Word count: 2.1k

Rating: Mature (18+ only. NO MINORS)

Content Warnings: Joel’s POV, Alternate Universe, cameos galore, inaccuracies about tv show production, filming, and construction, allusions to sexy times, dry humping (?)

A/N: This episode took so much longer to finish than I had hoped.  Thank you for hanging in there with me while life got busy and then threw me a curveball.  We only have the Epilogue left after this!  Huge thank you to @wheresarizona for the beta and for letting her Learning to Live Javier and Cielito come play in Construction Corner!

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Want to get dinner?

Joel presses send and sets his phone down on the nightstand.  He has to admit, texting does have its uses.  He’s getting faster at it too, which definitely helps.  He continues putting his clothes for the week into the hotel drawers while he awaits your reply.

Filming weeks spent in hotels were not his favorite, but this project had captured his imagination, and he was eager to get started.  He enjoyed all types of projects – the ones when he was teaching a useful skill, like fixing plumbing, and the kinds that allowed him to design something interesting.

This one had to be his favorite, though.  He spent hours drafting plans, taking into account the homeowner’s ideas but also adding some of his own.  Just thinking about it gave him a bounce in his step as he organized his jeans and t-shirts in the drawer.

Of course, being in a hotel also had advantages as far as you were concerned.

He had kept you in his home and in his bed for as long as he possibly could over the weekend, reluctantly letting you leave yesterday afternoon so you could pack for the week.  In fairness, you seemed reluctant to go.

It just all felt so good.  Eating breakfast with you at the kitchen table.  Watching a movie, snuggled under a blanket on the couch.  The quiet domesticity of the weekend just felt… right.

Then there was the sex – nothing quiet or domestic about that.  Joel adjusts his jeans as memories of the noises you made – how you called his name and begged for more – wash over him, causing his cock to swell against his zipper.

You were so enthusiastic and free.  In those moments with you, looking deep into your eyes while he buried himself in your warm heat… he could see the future.

His phone chimes on the nightstand, pulling him from his reverie.

Sure.  Maybe breakfast too ;-)  Lobby in 5?

He snorts out a laugh but then stares down at his phone screen, puzzled.  He replies in the affirmative and scratches at his scruff absentmindedly as he stuffs his wallet in his jeans pocket and switches off the lights.

You are already in the lobby when the elevator doors open, sitting in an armchair and flipping through a Laredo travel guide.  Warmth rushes over his body at just the sight of you.  Your easy smile when you spot him is like a warm hug.  He can’t help the dopey grin that spreads across his face.

“Ready to go? I heard of a good place downtown.  We can take my car,” you say, gathering your belongings.

“Sounds good, sunshine, but first… what does this mean?” he holds up his phone, pointing to the collection of symbols you had texted him.

“It’s called an emoji, Joel.  It’s a winking face, see?” you turn his phone sideways and wink at him.  “Sarah hasn’t taught you those yet?”

He squints and looks at it again.  Just when he thought he was getting it…  He shakes his head and follows you out the door with a chuckle.

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It happens sometimes that a homeowner is reluctant to accept help on their project.  Usually, their spouse had been the one to apply to the show.  The ones who were actively hostile to the idea were quickly weeded out, while some who just needed some convincing made it through.

Today is one that needs some convincing.

Joel had been looking forward to this project since he saw the initial photos.  Now, standing in the Peña’s backyard, looking up at their massive oak tree, he can barely contain his excitement.

The homeowner next to him, Javier, is another story.

“I really do know how to do this.  I built the whole sunroom by myself,” Javier grumbles next to him.  His wife ducks under his arm to wrap her arms around his waist.

Joel had met a lot of couples over the course of filming this show, but these two are special.  The way they look at each other… it’s like the other hung the moon.  He glances up and spots you across the lawn.  Might you look at him like that someday?  Could he be so lucky?

“I know you do, but it has been a year, Javi.  The children are getting restless,” Cielito teases her husband gently.  Javier’s face softens at the mention of his children, and he looks up at the unfinished treehouse—a generous description for the collection of boards nailed to the tree—and sighs.

“Look,” Joel turns towards the couple, “I’m just here to help.  I can tell you know your stuff.  Big projects – heck, even small ones – are difficult when you have little ones runnin’ around.”

“That’s the truth,” Javier chuckles, dragging a hand down his face and smoothing his mustache.  The three Peña children had been packed off with their grandfather that morning for the duration of the project but would be back for the reveal in a few days.

“Let’s build a treehouse that will be the envy of the neighborhood this week so you can focus on spendin’ time with your kids and each other.  Deal?” he extends his hand toward Javier.

Javier grabs his hand for a firm handshake, “Deal.”

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Joel could watch you all day – he kind of has.  It’s a good thing Javier Peña is so handy.  The project may have suffered otherwise.

The two of you barely made it through the hotel room door before he pulled you on top of him, fully clothed, on the bed – like a couple of teenagers.  You’re an angel above him – breathless and moaning.  You feel so good against him.  Your softness against his hardness.  His fingers dig into your hips, urging you to continue rocking against his cock.

It started as making out, you teasing him by grinding into him while he hiked your skirt up your legs, but he watched as you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, and your eyes went hazy.  Your teasing became focused as you chased your pleasure on his clothed cock.

He’s just along for the show now, and that is just fine.  Your whimpers as you angle your hips just right and speed up your rocking are driving him wild.  If he was younger, he’d probably have come in his pants by now.  Points to middle-age.

“Does that feel good, sunshine,” he rasps as he digs his fingers into your hips, and you moan in response.  His cock jumps, and a satisfied little smile flits across your face.  You know what you do to him.

Your brow furrows in concentration, a little line forming on your forehead, so you must be getting close.  He loves that he has started to notice these little signs.  He’s not an expert on your body yet, but he wants to be.

Your breath catches as your legs clamp around his hips, and you shudder through your orgasm.  He strokes down your back as you relax onto his chest, then slide off to snuggle into his side.

Right or wrong, Joel had neglected his personal life while Sarah grew up.  He went on a date here or there or met someone in a bar, but he hadn’t even been interested in anything serious.  Lately, though, with Sarah thriving off at college, he’s been thinking more about himself.

And he’s been thinking about you.

Beautiful, smart, kind, capable, remarkable you.

It has only been a few weeks since he found out you were single, and the world tilted on its axis.  It feels like so much longer, though, with all that has happened between you.

“Do you think anyone has noticed that I haven’t been sleeping in my room?” you muse lazily, dragging your fingers down his chest.

“I have a feelin’ they have.  I’ve been gettin’ some looks.”  

“Does it bother you?  The crew knowing?”

“Not one fuckin’ bit, sunshine.  You?” he shifts on his side so he can see your reaction more clearly.

You shake your head and kiss him gently.  Your soft lips molding perfectly with his own.  You snuggle into his side, letting out a satisfied, sleepy sigh.  “I love you, Joel.”

Your eyes pop open, and you clasp a hand over your mouth.  His heartbeat pounds in his ears.

You look at him, panicked, “I didn’t mean t-to say that – it’s too soon… you’re freaked out.  I mean—I mean it, I just…”

“Calm down, sunshine,” he pulls your frantically fluttering hand into his own and presses it to his chest over the rapid thumping of his heart.  He gazes deep into your eyes until you are fully focused on him and have started breathing again.  “I love you, too.”

“You do?” you exhale in relief.

“Absolutely.”  He brings your hand to his lips, pressing a kiss into your knuckles.  “I’m kinda glad you said it first, though.  Lord knows I was gonna say it soon,” he chuckles.  “In the back of my mind, I worry that I’m rushin’ you – goin’ too fast – because I just know.  Now I know you know too.”

“I do know,” you whisper, tears sparkling in the corners of your eyes, and his heart feels too big in his chest.  How did he get so lucky?

He bends down to capture your mouth with his own, imbuing the kiss with all the feelings he can’t put into words.  You meet him eagerly.  A little later, when that line forms on your forehead again, he kisses it gently as you both tip over the edge together.

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“Ok, kids, your dad worked really hard this week.  Are you ready to see what he built for you?”  The three Peña children stand lined up in the backyard, dutifully covering their eyes.  Joel crouches beside them.

“Yes!” they scream in unison.  Javier and Cielito stand on either side of them, beaming.

“Then… open your eyes!”

Three sets of brown eyes are uncovered, followed by three little voices squealing with excitement.

He has to admit, it turned out well.  He wanted to build a place that could grow with the Peña children, from being the crow’s nest of a pirate ship, to the top of a castle tower, to a hangout to read in.

He had the same philosophy when he built Sarah’s playhouse.  She taught her stuffed animals the alphabet there, served him soft drinks through a drive-up window, and even cashed checks with Monopoly money.  

Javier clears his throat, interrupting Joel’s trip down memory lane. “Thanks, Joel.  I don’t know how much longer it would have taken me to do this on my own.”

“It’s been my pleasure helpin’ you out.  I hope y’all enjoy it together.  They grow up so fast,” Joel’s voice catches in his throat as he watches the kids scramble up the ladder and pop their heads out the windows, waving to their parents below.

For just a moment, it’s Sarah’s curly head popping out of the window.

Her playhouse stayed in the backyard long after she was done playing with it, but he couldn’t bear to tear it down.  It made him sad – the idea of her growing up – but as he watched her come into her own as a bright, considerate young adult, he realized he was missing out on the present by holding on so tightly to the past.

Sarah has so many wonderful adventures in front of her, and Joel can’t wait to see what she does with her life.  He still looks at the photo albums of her as a little kid, but not with sadness that those days are gone, but with gladness for the times they spent together.

Joel clears his throat and turns to Javier, “Get up there and make some memories.”  Javier nods and follows his kids up the ladder.

Joel looks across the yard to where you’ve been watching and catches your eye.  Sarah isn’t the only one with adventures ahead of her.  There’s so much time ahead for him too.  Time for making more memories with her and time for new memories with you.  He can’t wait.

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A/N: This episode’s cameo comes from Narcos via Learning to Live by @wheresarizona

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The Patchwork of Us | Chapter 10

(I'm just copy/pasting my A/N notes into this post)

My darlings! I'm feeling quite emotional now that I'm about to post the final chapter of this story.

I cannot tell you all how incredibly blown away and happy I am over the reception of this fic. It started as a silly idea and having so many people reading along and commenting has really made this into such a special journey.

In this country, we celebrate Christmas on the 24th so I'm back in my childhood home tonight, and I'm sitting on the sofa in the living room writing/editing/posting Wolfstar fanfic while my family watches telly around me and it's like I'm 16 years old again (and not like it was 16 years since I used to do this, hush).

Anyway, I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has joined me on this journey and everyone who has read and kudoed and commented so far. Without you, this wouldn't be as fun. I'm so humbled and grateful that you have fallen in love with these idiots (and Teddy) the same as I have. Thank you!

Also a special thank you to @heartofspells and @squintclover for being so encouraging, for betaing, for bouncing ideas and for always, always, always being my biggest cheerleaders when I have a new bizarre AU idea. I love you both!

I will post the actual full post for this fic tomorrow, but you can read it from the beginning here.

Snippet below the cut.

“Why can’t I come?” Teddy asked, his bottom lip pushed out in a pout as he kicked his legs against the side of the tub.

He was perched on the edge of it, watching as Sirius was getting himself ready. Sirius had pulled his hair up into a ponytail, studying his face in the mirror. He was pondering whether or not he should add some eyeliner or if that would be too much. He would have to leave in a few minutes if he didn’t want to be late. His heart was fluttering happily in his chest as he thought about the evening. 

He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been on a date, and he felt quite out of practice. He used to be pretty good at them, but as with everything it seemed to become more and more daunting the longer he put it off. The last one he’d been to had been well before Teddy had come into his life.

He’d hooked up with some guys since then, of course. It had usually happened when his friends (with James at the forefront, cheered on by Dora) had dragged him to a club. It had never turned into anything more than a casual hook-up though, and Sirius knew that was mostly his own fault. He hadn’t felt ready for a relationship, everything with Dora and Teddy had just felt too complicated.

This was different though. Remus was different, and Sirius felt comfortable admitting that to himself now. Remus was already a part of his life, of Teddy’s life. He was someone who was already there and would be there, regardless of what Sirius thought about it. That was a thought that both thrilled and terrified him.

It was a gamble, of course, because so much was at stake, but it still felt like it made sense. Asking Remus out had been a spur-of-the-moment thing, he was floating high in post-orgasm, but the light in the other man’s eyes had told him immediately that it had been the right thing to do.

For a while he had thought that the fight between Remus and James would get in the way, but as Sirius had learnt a long time ago it was impossible to stay angry with James Potter for more than five minutes. Remus had tried his best, Sirius had to admit that much, but in the end nothing ever stood in the way once James Potter had set his mind on something. For the past week he had put every little bit of energy into making Remus forgive him, and by the way he had turned up to celebrate a couple of nights ago he had finally succeeded.

Remus had admitted as much, too. He had said he’d forgiven James for not telling him straight away, and that they’d had a good conversation about it. Remus hadn’t told him any details though, and neither had James, clearly set on keeping his promise to Remus not to spill any more of his secrets. It was okay, Sirius thought, because he figured Remus needed someone in his life that he could trust. Someone aside from Sirius, that was, because he had promised himself that he would be one of the people that Remus could depend on from now on. 

Sirius had asked Harry to come over and watch Teddy while he was gone, and that had seemed like a winning concept up until just now, when Teddy had suddenly changed his mind. Once he had clocked that Sirius was going to meet up with Remus, he had been nagging Sirius’ ear off about being allowed to tag along. Sirius loved Teddy, and he was happy that the boy clearly wanted to spend time with him and Remus both, but had really been looking forward to having some alone time with Remus.

“Padfoot!” Teddy’s impatient voice yanked Sirius out of his thoughts. “Why can’t I come?”

“Not this time,” said Sirius before deciding he might just as well go all in, and he carefully applied the eyeliner before smoothing it out with a finger. “You can see Remus tomorrow.”

“But I wanna see him now ,” Teddy pouted, and Sirius smiled a little as he turned around to look at the boy.

“I know, but me and Remus are going to have dinner alone tonight.”

“But why ?” Teddy demanded with a frown.

“Because,” Sirius replied, and this time he grinned as Teddy gave an unimpressed huff.

“That’s not a reason,” Teddy complained. “You always tell me that’s not a reason.”

Sirius laughed, “Well, this time me and Remus want to have some time alone, we have…adult things we need to do.”

It was the truth, Sirius thought, because he had a feeling he’d spend most of the evening picturing how Remus would look bent over various surfaces.

“What adult things?” Teddy demanded, but Sirius was saved by the knock on the door.

“That’s Harry,” Sirius said. “Go let him in, I’ll be down in a bit.”

Sirius chuckled to himself as Teddy stomped down the stairs, and when he heard the front door being yanked open he went into his bedroom to check himself in the mirror. He smoothed his shirt out, half-turning to check his arse in his jeans. He looked pretty good; he knew that he cleaned up well but it was nice to see that he hadn’t lost it even if he was out of practice.

He slipped his silver rings onto his fingers before throwing one last look at himself and then venturing downstairs. He found Harry and Teddy in the living room, and he had a horrible feeling that he blushed faintly as Harry let out a wolf whistle at the sight of him.

“You clean up good, Padfoot. Hoping to score?” he smirked, and he looked so much like James just then that Sirius very nearly flipped him off before he remembered that it was, in fact, not James but his seventeen-year-old godson and he was sitting next to an eight-year-old.

Continue on AO3.

#the patchwork of us #wolfstar #sirius black #remus lupin #teddy lupin #muggle au #read on ao3 #hp fanfic #my writing

[claraxbarton]

You might have answered this before, BUT I’m a recent follower and curious ok!! Generally speaking, what is your writing process like? I’m genuinely so impressed by how many different fics you’ll have going simultaneously and they’re all updated SO frequently. AND THEY’RE ALL SO GOOD?? Like do you have vague plans/outlines or drafts that you expand on/edit? Your accountability post will mention writing a few thousand words and then there’s an update the same day and it’s written so well lmao it blows my MIND bc it seems like you just come up with the plot on the fly and then casually write a lil masterpiece after work like it’s nbd. All of this to say I appreciate your work so much ♥️

<3

So uh, to start off with, I'm guessing when you say you recently started following me, you're probably just reading my HRPF fics? I SAY that/ask that because I've bounced through a few fandoms and I kind of go back and forth between being VERY prolific and finishing up projects and kind of... losing steam.

To be fair to me and not to scare anyone off, before this year I have, for the last decade and change, been juggling two full time jobs, part time work, childcare and a lot of volunteer work PLUS trying to write so like, I'm cutting myself some slack on abandoned projects. Because I'm finally down to 1 full time job and 1 part time gig that is only during the summer. I will ALSO say, in December I switched meds for my anxiety/depression so I'm on a new dose, new meds for the first time in 5 years and I do think that's been really impactful in a positive way.

SO, exposition and TMI out of the way:

I wish I could say I had a really clear process that I follow every time, but I don't want to lie. I create docs with notes - I'm thinking about including those as an epilogue chapter on the fics I'm currently working on, if anyone is interested in my scribbles aside from myself and my beta - and SOMETIMES I create outlines. A lot of the time, I will write a chapter or two and THEN create the outline? That's what happened with Gold Rush, but also with Gold Rush, I have already deviated from the outline like... a lot.

I'm trying to be way more chill with myself than I used to be. I was in this deep grind of forcing myself to be productive because that's where my value was (@kangofu-cb is a real one and has been trying to beat this out of me for years. Beating with love). And I'll be honest, being kinder to myself and putting less pressure is, like, so far, so good.

I usually have about, like... a dozen or so fic ideas in my head at any one time (@dwisp can attest to the DAILY messages of 'hear me out' as can @kangofu-cb), but I uh, I really feel 4 long fic is my simultaneous max.

I also have a problem with like, so if you DO want to read some of my not HRPF stuff, I think a good primer is the WinterhawkHood month I did in October with a fic a day, and the consistent issue is: I feel like I'm really good at creating a premise and that premise wants to exist beyond 2-5k. So longfic is probably the format to best tell the stories I want to tell, but, like, writing shorter fic is a lot of fun? That also does NOT answer your question.

Oh! MUSIC! It's so so so so important to my process. I used to put on specific artists, like really get into a singular vibe for a fic. But these days it's just my routine sleepy sad girl playlists (name coined by a former assistant and like she wasn't wrong). Which also probably explains how much sad sack Leon there is in my current fics. I should probably like, get some new playlists going...

Uh, in terms of like, my style/my ideas... so my professional life is theatre adjacent, and I think because of that, dialogue and THE INCITING INCIDENT are really important to me. So usually any fic idea forms around the kernal of the meet ugly and some choice words.

Like, for Gold Rush, I absolutely started from the idea of Leon being a bitch to the press and getting a text from an unknown number/Matthew and it just grew from there.

For Playing Favorites, I absolutely wanted to have former camboy Vince realize his new... work colleague??? Adam Larsson knew he was a former camboy. Which is funny because that moment happens in the middle of the fic (which I AM going to update again soon, y'all might vote consistently for Gold Rush in the polls but this weekend I think it's gotta be some love for my two Lars&Dunn fics).

For Northern Attitude, that inciting incident is, uh, about to occur in ch4 that I'm currently working on. And it's. Well. Yeah. So I got the idea for that 'scene' if you will first and then figured it out backwards?

For Wildfire that, too, has an inciting incident that has yet to make it into a chapter. But she's coming soon.

So really, only Gold Rush started as the beginning as far as ideas went for me? That said, I still START at the beginning when I write. I used to scribble down scenes and then piece them in, but I honestly found it constrained me more than anything else and I'm aware that doesn't make much sense.

I feel like this entire answer is a total nonanswer of me just blathering away. I hope at least part of this is what you wanted and uh... sincerely? Thank you for asking. It means a lot and like, my process is weird and inconsistent but I do genuinely love to talk about my writing.

#wow #talk about yourself more #no but thanks for the ask #this was a lot about me #sorry to anyone who def did not want to read this

[throneofsapphics]

Hey! Can I ask a few questions? Imma ask my every fav author these.

1. How long have you been Writing?

2. Are you planning to make a profession out of this or just doing it for fun?

3. Who or which character do you prefer to write more for?

4. What do you do when you're out of ideas?

5. Lastly, Will plz give an advice for the young writers out that.

Hi! aw thank you so much for asking!

Consistently writing? maybe a year and a half, but I've written little things on and off for about 10-15 years! I find things I've written in my journals from when I was younger (actually found a 'poem' from when I was 8 titled call of the willy)

I'm doing this for fun! I've actually had this conversation with a lot of people. If I started writing as a profession, I think I'd stop liking it as much. if I publish something it wouldn't be with the intention to turn it into my livelihood. I'm sick of family telling me to monetize my hobbies honestly. all of that said, I am running through the beginning stages of a book idea with a friend

Right now I prefer writing for Rowaelin, but it changes a lot - I'm currently taking a bit of a break

I take a break! this is completely personal but I've noticed if I'm running out of getting ideas/frustrated it usually means my brain is telling me it needs some rest. but when I'm ready to try getting back into it, I'll listen to music, look through Pinterest, find some online prompts (I like this one), or read a book out of my typical genres/tropes.

don't force yourself to write something you're not feeling! write what you want, and brings you joy. if you're uncertain of something, leave it for alone for a little while and give it some fresh eyes. a random one that worked for me, I'm an auditory learner and listening to audiobooks helped me. bouncing ideas off a friend/ having someone beta can help too! (my inbox and messages are always open if anyone wants to!)

[fahye]

Hey! I really enjoyed the Last Binding books, and I am dying from impatience for A Power Unbound! I'm also a writer (unpublished), and I was wondering about your stance on posting info about WIPs on tumblr. I haven't done it yet, and I'm hesitating because I don't want it to be stolen. At the same time, it may be good to interact with others about my story, and maybe start to build a small community of potential readers. Do you think it would be a good idea, or that I should refrain until I have a contract with a publisher, or at the very least an agent?

oh boy. this one got long.

if you're mentioning agents and publishers then I assume you're hoping to be traditionally published, so my advice is based on that. (if you're looking into selfpub then that's a whole other ballgame, about which I don't know a great deal.)

it's very very normal and natural to want to interact with people about your WIPs. you want the story to feel finished and real. you want a tiny sip of a sample of how it might feel to have other people read your beautiful complete book and come and tell you their feelings and thoughts.

(it's also GREAT procrastination from the really difficult part, which is....writing the damn book, editing it, and grimly entering the querying trenches.)

but I don't know if tumblr, or any public social network, is the place for it.

I'm assuming you're not talking about putting entire chapters online. (bad idea. BAD. publishers are strict about what counts as prior publication of a story, and unless you were a viral selfpub sensation they usually don't want something that's been published - even in part - online.)

if you share all the details about the plot, or even a really killer hook of a premise that you're proud of: yeah, you do run the risk of it being stolen, and maybe that person writes faster than you and gets it out into the publishing ecosystem first. likely? probably not. possible? sure.

the other half of the argument is arguably even more important, albeit a bit depressing: you're not going to build a community on tumblr of potential readers of an original idea. especially one that doesn't yet exist. or that does exist, but perhaps will never be available for them to read, if the agent/publisher thing doesn't work out.

the exception to this might be if you already have a community of readers, and you're okay with your fandom and authorial personas being directly linked. perhaps you do! perhaps you're a fan writer with a following of readers! in which case I don't think there's any harm in being open & excited on tumblr about the fact that you're also working on original things and hoping to pursue publication.

here's my advice. you can make and post all the aesthetic boards and fun memes and spotify playlists your creative heart desires! do it for yourself, to keep yourself excited about the story. don't hang your heart on anyone else caring about your beloved blorbos yet.

and find a community of people at your career stage. I had a lot of friends who grew up in fandom with me and who were making the shift to original work at the same time. and one day a tumblr friend (hi @english-mace!) DMed me and offered an exchange of beta-reading for short stories, when we were both at the stage of being largely unpublished. and she then invited me into a small groupchat of early-career sff writers who became a great source of support and advice and indulgent listening to me enthusing about my blorbos and wailing about the tribulations of the tradpub process.

sometimes you're lucky. sometimes it's just a matter of asking your best one-or-two friends to let you bounce ideas off them and give you a little confidence boost. and sometimes you have to go looking. there are discords and slacks and facebook groups out there for aspiring writers: find a few, and go digging for your people.

I hope you find a community to share encouragement and joy with, anon. it's so, so hard to be at the stage of being halfway up the hill and bursting to share.

but you're still only halfway up the hill, and only you can get yourself to the summit. keep climbing. pause sometimes and make a beautiful gifset if it makes you happy. and then keep climbing.

good luck!

#ask replies

[elvenmother]

The Art of Crossed Wires - 3 - The Gift

Pairing: Marcus Pike x Female Reader Rating: Teen. Warnings: Swearing Chapter: 3/9 Word count: 1219

Summary: New plan… you've got a gift for Agent Pike after accidently slapping him, and them bashing your head against his and generally freaking him out. Hopefully this will make him listen to you when you try to explain.

Note: This has not been beta read, so apologies for any mistakes.

Part Two | Part One | Series Masterpost

The morning seemed to crawl by as you sat at your desk waiting for lunchtime. The helpful bookstore owner had wrapped the gift in simple brown paper, tied with a neat cord in a bow. He’d insisted on wrapping it for you, stating that presentation mattered with apology gifts. He was right, of course, and now the package rested under your bag in your desk drawer, waiting. You had hoped that Marcus would give the morning update as usual, but Agent Monroe had been updating the team since the slap. You felt your cheeks flush with embarrassment as you realised it was probably due to the bruise on Marcus’ cheek. 

So, with that plan out the window, you had decided to wait until lunch and go to his office. But that had made for a more anxious morning. More than one colleague had noticed your restless legs as you bounced your knee as you typed.

As soon as the clock hit one that afternoon, you were up from your chair, grabbing your bag and gift as you set off towards Agent Pike’s office. His office was down the corridor and across a small open area just past the elevators. While most of the task force admin staff worked in a large open office, the agents from the various agencies involved in the group had their own office space. The senior agents, including Marcus Pike, had their own personal offices.

The door was closed as you approached, so you gave a gentle knock and waited patiently. A few seconds passed, and you were beginning to worry you’d missed him when you heard a voice call out.

“Come in!”

Pushing the door open, your heart sank as he looked up to greet his guest with a smile but let it drop immediately as he realised it was you.

“Hi.” You waved with a timid smile. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea after all.  

His eyes looked you up and down for a moment before his smile returned. Not as warm as before, but still genuine. Marcus nodded and gestured to the chairs in front of his desk.

“Please.” 

“Thank you.” You closed the close behind you and slid into the chair closest to the door on the right.

“What can I do for you?” Marcus leaned back in his own chair. “Erm, I’m sorry. I should have learnt everyone’s names by now.” His cheeks flushed slightly red.

You smiled as you gave your name, and Marcus nodded. 

“I wanted to say how sorry I was for what happened the other day.” You began, watching as his smile slipped slightly. “I know you said it was ok, but it’s not, and I wanted to sit down and properly explain what happened.”

Marcus opened his mouth before frowning and closing it again. “I must admit what happened, the erm, the slap… it kinda threw me a little.”

“One of my colleagues had been pranking me all day.” You started slowly explaining how your morning had been turned on its head by Mary’s boredom. You took care not to name her as you tried to get across how on edge you had been in the kitchen when Marcus had walked in. As you finished, he sat nodding before letting out a long sigh.

“Well, that does clear some things up for me.” He let out a short laugh. “I figured you’d mistaken me for someone else but couldn’t work out why you’d want to slap someone.”

“I’m not usually the violent type.” You shrugged. “But she, they, had made me so mad.”

“I bet.” Marcus frowned again.

“Oh!” You suddenly remembered your gift and reached down to where you had placed it next to your bag. “I got you a sorry present.”

Marcus’ eyes went wide as you handed over the neatly wrapped gift. “You didn’t need to-”

“I did.”

“Thank you.” He nodded, taking the parcel cautiously before beginning to pull the paper off. You watched as, instead of ripping the paper, he took the time to gently pull it free from its tape and folded it open to reveal the book you had chosen. His eyes widened as he looked up at you. “The History of Art Nouveau by O. Martell. How did you know?”

“Know what?”

Marcus looked down at the book, then back to you, a huge smile spreading across his face. “I had this book. One of my favourites, in fact. But when I moved to D.C. I couldn’t find it when I unpacked. I looked everywhere, but it was gone. I tried getting in touch with the folks who bought my place in Austin, but they hadn’t seen it.” He turned the book over in his hands, looking down at it like he was reunited with an old friend. “I kept meaning to buy a new copy, but then, you know, work got in the way, so I just…”

“I found it at a small bookstore.” A wave of relief washed over you as you watched the obvious delight on his face. “I chose it because you always seem so passionate about art in your briefings, and well, art nouveau is one of my favourite movements. I thought it looked interesting and hoped you would too.”

With a nod, Marcus smiled back at you and placed the book on his desk. “Thank you. Really, this… this is very sweet.”

“Well, we got off to such a bad start I really wanted to show you I wasn’t a bad person.”

“I don’t think you’re a bad person.” Marcus gave a small, gentle laugh. “Why don’t we start over?”

“That sounds good.” You laughed as you nodded.

“Great.” Marcus looked over to his computer and then back to you. “I’m busy today, but how about we grab lunch tomorrow? Do this right.”

“That, yeah, that sounds perfect.” You could feel your cheeks getting warmer as he smiled warmly at you with those deep brown eyes locking with yours. 

“Perfect.” He repeated and beamed at you. “It’s a date.”

Your face suddenly felt very red as you swallowed hard. “I’ll, erm, I leave you to get on with things today then.” You scrambled out of your seat and headed for the door. “Erm, see you tomorrow Agent Pike.”

“Please call me Marcus.” You heard him call as you left the office and made a beeline for the elevators. 

Your heart was pounding as the doors opened and you stepped inside. Hitting the button for the ground floor a little too hard, you leaned against the mirrored back as the elevator lurched into motion. What had just happened?

You’d gone in there to make amends, not get a date. All you had wanted to do was let your boss know you weren’t a psychopath who went around attacking your coworkers. But now, somehow, you’d picked out the exact book to unlock a date with him.

Stepping out of the elevator, you headed out for lunch, feeling slightly conflicted. Was this weird? Going on a date with your boss? You really wanted to make things right and get to know him. Goodness knows you found him attractive because who wouldn’t with those eyes and that smile, but you couldn’t shake the feeling that this might not entirely be a good idea.

Taglist: @jxvipike, @miraclesabound, @littlemisspascal, @galaxyofmando, @pintsizemama, @athalien, @zanzann, @furiousmushroom, @ghostofaboy, @thebestrouge, @janebby,

#marcus pike #marcus pike x reader #marcus pike x f!reader #the mentalist #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #the art of crossed wires

[thatgrainfellow]

also cross posted on ao3!

thanks to boli for beta-reading this for me

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He never stayed in one place for too long, flitted between names and towns like hummingbirds between flowers. He’d only stay until he’d seen all the sights the city had to offer then the boredom started creeping in.

He couldn’t stand the boredom, the way it buzzed in his mind, the way it itched, insistent and always craving attention.

So he just…left, packed up the few meager possessions he had, and walked off into the distance.

The last city was dreary, full of grayed-out homes and empty alleys. So he tired of it pretty quickly. But this new one, this town was vibrant, bursting at its seams with life. It was quaint, small and easily missed, but there was something about this place. He loved how the buildings melded together like smudged watercolor and how his heels clicked across the uneven cobble road.

The bar’s busy tonight, more so than usual, which was to be expected; It was a holiday and a big one at that. 

The benefits of said holiday were, as listed: cheaper drinks, drawing less attention to him, and this cute stranger at the bar(not that he would ever admit to staring).

He moved with the ease and familiarity of someone who’d lived his entire life in this tiny, cramped town. He slid easily between conversations and bounced from person to person with all the enthusiasm of a golden retriever.

For all his energy, the stranger was surprisingly quiet. Barely even making a sound as he slid into the empty seat next to him.

“I could get lost in your eyes” is the first thing the stranger says to him. He’s teasing, voice light and lilted with the anticipation of the punchline of a joke only he knows.

“That’s new,” he’s in a flirty mood tonight, he decides. “People usually ask after my relationship status first.”

The stranger smiles, all sunshine and mellows, and laughs, “Who said I wasn’t going to ask after that next?”

“It’s Scar, by the way,” the stranger—Scar says, the corners of his mouth quirked up in a coy half-smile.

He should offer something in return, shouldn’t he?

“Xel—“ but the name gets caught in his throat, like always, so he pivots, “Uh, Grian, it’s Grian.”

“Grian,” Scar repeats, rolling the syllables like candy in his mouth as if he was savoring it, and grinned. “That’s a good name. It suits you.”

Yeah, he could stand to be Grian for a night.

“So,” Scar starts as he sidles closer to Grian, “Let’s get to know each other some more, ask some icebreakers you know?”

Grian, he’s Grian, makes a noncommittal noise and Scar seems to take it as a confirmation and starts rapid-firing questions at him.

“Favorite book?”

“The Goldfinch, yours?”

“Call me basic, but Lord of the Rings will always have a special place in my heart,” Scar puffs up his chest as if he was expecting a rebuke. “Favorite drink?”

“Moscow mule.”

“Hm..what about favorite flowers?”

He hums, “I would say poppies and lilacs.”

They drink and talk for a while longer, each nursing their own drink until there’s only ice left in their glasses. Then Scar flags down the barkeep and orders two more, he smiles sweetly, and the drinks are on the house.

“Favorite activity?” Scar says as he downs another swig of his drink.

Grian raises a skeptical eyebrow, “I’m seeing a trend in questions here”—Scar chuckles almost bashfully at that—“but to answer yours, none really.”

Scar gasps, giddy with excitement like a five-year-old spilling a secret that wasn’t theirs to tell, “I’ve just had the greatest idea. Have you ever seen the sky?”

“Yeah? I have, yes.”

“No, but have you really seen it?” Scar doesn’t bother waiting for an answer before grabbing Grian’s hand and pulling him out of the grimy, bustling bar and along the deserted streets of the town. Abandoning the still ice-cold drinks on the counter.

He presses a finger to his lips with a smile as he fumbles with the lock., before dragging Grian up the stairs of his home and onto the roof.

It’s infinitely quieter there, the only sounds are the distant chirping of crickets and Scar’s breathing next to his ear.

He gestures at Grian, inviting Grian to lay down beside him on the roof, and he obliges. The shingles are rough and the edges dig into the back of his neck uncomfortably, but the view makes it all worth it.

The night sky stretches out in front of them, an empty canvas speckled with stars and swirls of distant galaxies. If he squints, he can just barely make out the horizon, far away as it is.

“Do you see that?” Scar’s pointing at the sky.

“See what?”

“The lopsided pentagon right next to the funnily shaped cloud.”

Scar doesn’t wait for Grian to find the constellation and instead barrels on with his story.

“That’s Ibon. He was the first singer. Supposedly, he drank the ocean to hear the whales cry and then taught them to sing.”

Grian hums. His eyes still haven’t quite adjusted to the darkness, so everything is a smear of black and freckled white.

“Look, there’s another one!” Scar’s finger’s already moved on to an entirely different corner of the sky, “That’s Mundy, the world fish, he’s actually a whale, though, but he was named when they still thought whales were fish and that the world was one.”

If he squints, Grian can just make out the faint outline of a whale in the stars.

“And the triangle next to Mundy? That’s Tollmetron, the bell,” he watches Scar trail a finger down the slope of the triangle in the stars almost longingly, “Apparently, it rings at the end of the world when Mundy shakes everything off, and it all catches on fire.” 

A silence slinks over them, soft and warm, like a cat, despite the chill of the night air. He’s content enough to let himself loosen up a bit.

“You know,” Grian inhales, “I remember a constellation from my hometown.”

He can almost hear Scar perk up, “Oh yeah? Do tell.”

“I think…her name was Adina Astra, she traveled to the frozen lakes and into unknown lands, or so the story goes. On her journey, turned her back to the sky and ventured into the earth, where her stars were no longer over her head,” he pauses, “and she was never seen again.”

“That’s kind of sad,” there’s a beat of stillness, and Scar inhales almost hesitantly, “Forgive me for prying, but where are you from? I’ve never heard of that story before.”

And Grian’s mind stutters.

“Uh—a town, yeah, a town, west of here?” his answer is stilted and awkward and in no way convincing.

Scar makes a soft noncommittal noise but thankfully doesn’t press any harder.

There’s a beat of terse, empty silence that stretches a second too long—just enough for Grian to start squirming.

It’s Scar who breaks the quiet.

“The moon is beautiful tonight isn’t it?”

He feels like he should give Scar a response but—he stays quiet and only shuffles nervously next to Scar.

“You know, most people love full moons and crescents, but my personal favorite is the gibbous moon. Something about being almost full, missing just a little part of yourself you always needed.” 

It’s at this point that Grian realizes how close they are—so close that he can feel Scar’s hot breath ghosting his skin.

“Can I kiss you?” Scar’s voice is breathless with anticipation like he’s been waiting all night to ask.

And all at once, everything in Grian is screaming run run run, because Scar is an attachment, a tether to this town. He’ll only weigh Grian down but—

He looks into Scar’s eyes and can’t find it in himself to say no.

It’s a chaste kiss, light and quick. Scar’s lips are chapped and soft in all the right ways. It leaves only a lingering shadow and a memory of his lips when Scar pulls away.

But there’s an aching want in his chest pooling like melted butter, warm and slow. And all Grian wants is to take and take and take so he leans forward, cups his hands around Scar’s cheeks, and presses his lips against Scar’s.

There’s a moment of hesitation before Scar shudders. Grian feels the tremor run through his whole body and—he’s kissing him back.

Grian makes an embarrassing noise in the back of his throat, but that only seems to encourage Scar. He feels Scar’s hands run over his neck and stop at his face, thumbs pressed against Grian’s cheeks and fingers laced behind his ears, and Grian’s breath stutters in his throat.

Scad threads his fingers through Grian’s hair, down the nape of his neck, and Grian can’t help but melt like hot wax beneath his touch.

When they finally break away, they’re both panting. Scar’s flushed a pleasant shade of red and– he’s grinning, starry and wide, before Scar leans in for another kiss.

-

For the first time in a long time, Grian wakes in someone’s arms. The last dredges of sleep are still fogging his mind and it takes him a moment to realize where he is.

Scar is still fast asleep, his face pushed against his pillow and snoring lightly. He leans his head against Scar’s chest, relishing in the steady thump-thump of his heart. 

And he lays there for a while.

He thinks about staying, imagines waiting until Scar wakes up, late in the morning when the sun had long made its way over the horizon. Imagines talking of idle, pointless things over a plate of breakfast and hot coffee. 

But—he’s a coward, isn’t he, too terrified of being tied down to ever stay in one place for too long. Too scared of this strangling, suffocating stability that he even couldn’t wait for someone he loved.

So instead he stays as long as he can, until he’s memorized every line, every quirk of Scar’s face. The curve of his eyebrow, the slope of those oh-so-green eyes. He studies the faintest traces of freckles scattered over the bridge of his nose. Reaches up and traces the curve of Scar's cheek, ghosts his finger down to the angle of his jaw, featherlight, almost as if he was never there.

He curls into the warmth of Scar’s body for a second longer, pressing his forehead against Scar’s, and lets out a shaky breath.

Then he gets up, sheds the cloak that was Grian last night, dresses as quickly and quietly as possible, and leaves while the dew is fresh and new and the morning air is still crisp and cold.

He realizes faintly, as he’s walking, that he can still smell Scar’s scent lingering on his clothes. It’s sweet and warm, reminiscent of wistful warm mornings and dried flowers.

He lets himself look back once, only after he’d crossed the bend in the road and the memory of last night was only a haze in the distance.

He hopes Scar doesn’t miss him.

-

He still visits sometimes. Scar looks…content. He laughs freely and bustles around town, always looking for a new person to strike up a conversation with. (Scar grows poppies and lilacs on his windowsill, he notices). And he’s happy for him—he really is. 

He just wishes that it could be him, that he could be Grian again.

couple notes:

all constellations are taken from the game “night in the woods”(excellent game btw, you can check out my post here if you want to learn a bit more) bc i was too lazy to have to come with my own

it’s a real struggle to juggle between two “he”s especially when you can’t mention either one by name in some parts

#grian #goodtimeswithscar #scarian #desert duo #trafficshipping #hermitshipping #never thought i'd be back here #posting another fic #but here we areee #pp #scar

[folklauerate]

That neighbors AU sounds really good. I can't wait to read it! Do you think it will be just as long as that oneshot where Anthony is the one that's older? And I'm very curious about the baby. Do you know if it will be a boy or a girl? And who will the baby call daddy, Tom or Anthony?

I’m glad you’re excited!! I’m excited too!!

I have no clue how long it will be. I thought the Older Anthony one would be around 10k and then an extra 27k just happened. Right now I’ve written bits and pieces of the Older Kate one, and I have a basic, bare bones plot outline, and it’s a little under 3k. Truly, who knows! I get in the zone when writing and I discover more and more about the characters as I go sometimes; I also discover more about the story I want to tell and that helps shape it, and ends up changing my estimated word count.

It’s really important to note that the Older Anthony oneshot felt really different and was really different from the way I write most of my other fics. Literally 99% of my fics are lucky to have a second pair of eyes on them before I hit post—sometimes I don’t even proof-read them until I hit post and then I scan the page for mistakes and stuff lmfao. I am genuinely always flying by the seat of my damn pants. I think about the fic, write the fic, and go post! And then the cycle starts anew. “lost in your current like a priceless wine” was SO different because the beautiful wonderful amazing Kara (the lovely Amalinwrites on ao3 and @amalinwrites here)was basically betaing/cheering me on/in the trenches with me for this au from the get go, like we’d wake up and text each other about this 😭 so she was there to help me bounce ideas off of and she was the one who inspired the ending, where Anthony goes to a conference and they miss each other! Then I asked the literal loml Nel ( @grantairesbottle here and starkswinterfelling on ao3) to beta/vibe check/read over a significant chunk of the oneshot, probably about 60-70% of it, so I got her feedback and some notes. I also took much longer to write this oneshot than I usually do. It took me a little less than two weeks to write it, which is markedly longer than any other fic, and I was also reading, re-reading, and editing bits of it. It just felt like I was on the cusp of something new and different and I wanted to get it right. I also have been kicking myself for not sitting on things long enough with my writing—I’m very impatient. I always read things back and wish I’d changed things or sat with it longer to allow it to percolate in my brain so I could edit and make it really proper and good. This oneshot was me doing just that, and trying to see what would happen if I did do that.

All this to say—I have no clue how long the other oneshot will come out though I might try and take a similar amount of care and time with it. Or maybe I won’t! Idk! I also have a ton of wips that need updating lmfao.

I also won’t spoil anything about the gender of the baby because I have some ideas but I also don’t know if I’ll even reveal it or not or if I want it to be a surprise at the end 👀 However, the baby definitely won’t be calling Tom dad lol; he’s the sperm donor and he’s Kate’s longtime friend and he was happy to be there for her when she decided she was going to get pregnant by herself!

Sorry for the HUGE response lol

#bridgerton #anthony bridgerton #kate sharma #kathony #fanfic #age gap AUs

[ladykf-writes]

PROJECTS UPDATE

SO. As you guys know I was/am involved in several projects - notably I’ve advertised preorders for the Chaos Theory Zine I was invited to (again, if you haven’t checked it out and happen to have the funds to spend for it I would really check it out. This was a fantastic project to be involved in, crafted with great skill and love and centered around FFVII’s Vincent Valentine.)

I’ve also been involved with the FFXV Reverse Bang for the second year in a row, and while I can’t give too many details I do want to say that it’s a great story inspired by fantastic art and carries a lot of the canon divergent / happy ending themes you guys are used to from me. Lots of action, a lot of humor and a lot of high stakes for our favorite protags. Can’t wait to post it, sometime mid next month through early December. (I don’t have my date yet.)

Now, regarding projects that have been on the back burner that I know you guys have been looking forward to and thankfully waiting patiently on.

Forged in Fire has been written through CH47 thanks to last NaNo and is not in immediate need of writing since that’s another 34 weeks of weekly posting before I run out of buffer. Expect steady posting there unless I’m sick or otherwise unable to post on the given Saturday.

A Second Chance at Family still has a ways to go before we reach the ending, but it’s been on the back burner while I hurried to finish my Reverse Bang fic. Now that that’s done and with NaNoWriMo on the horizon, I have chosen to fixate on finishing ASCAF as my main project of the month. As such, I’m working out plot notes now so I will be able to kick off strong in a little over a week with the start of November. I will be resuming my weekly Thursday posting as I polish the pieces off enough to post.

A shoutout to @wandererriha, my fantastic beta for all this, and also @yuzukimist and @happy-orc for joining her in listening to me plot and helping bounce ideas until things mostly make sense.

To Save the Future, the FFXV/FFVII crossover I’m working on with Riha has largely suffered from brain fog, other projects demanding attention, and the fact that we realized we need to restructure things from our original plans for various reasons. This is not abandoned, but needs a little love and elbow grease before we start posting again. I’m hoping to tentatively get back to it during NaNo as a “still writing but relaxing my brain” exercise. We have a lot of great things in store here, it’s just a matter of polishing what we have and writing out the rest of what we’ve talked about. There will be a finished fic.

Dog Whistle remains on the back burner for a bit yet. I have wandered away from FF7 for so long that I’m going to have to reread, make a lore bible (note to self: quit waiting until the nth hour to make the damn lore bibles!) and only then will I be able to navigate the final who-knows-how-many chapters. That said, it is not forgotten, merely set aside while I chase other plunnies.

Honorable mentions and some future ideas under the cut:

I’m still looking at one day finishing my other fics. The first to come to mind are Party of FIve, the AGSZC MMO modern-day AU, and of course the FF7/MCU crossover It’s Not A Game also lingers in the back of my mind. Both fics were fun, but very much outside my usual and so have been left to gather dust. They are not, however, actually abandoned. I’ve actually got some unposted but finished chapters, just not enough to reconsider posting. The Welcome to FFVII series needs a complete rework because my headcanons have shifted, but I’d still like to do it.It’s way down the priority list, though. On a very different note, also wanting to work on my Threads of Fate (Dewprism) semi-novelization Journey to the [Relic] even though no one’s reading it just because I’ve fallen back in love with the game.

Future projects I’d like to embark in include a vastly canon divergent series that’s actually labelled in my folder as “A Softer FFXV” that places a huge emphasis on family bonds and you will pry the power of love trope from my cold dead hands. (Let’s be real here, if you’re here you eat up that trope.) There’s another that might be a polished up what-if basis one shot and not an actual story that has a very BAMF!Regis but we’ll see if that happens. I’d also like to explore writing in Legend of Zelda, probably Ocarina of Time or Twilight Princess and also Stardew Valley and maybe some of the Harvest Moon / Story of Seasons settings, but I know from experience that the latter two are have a very different vibe that doesn’t come as naturally to me.

On that note, debating a Friends of Mineral Town fangame / visual novel (in Ren’Py) but that’s a ways down the road with the rest of this on docket and also needing to code and have visual assets. Or is it?

Anyway! Thank you for your time and feel free to comment/reblog with thoughts!

#updates #stand by me (let us defy fate) #a second chance at family #to save the future #dog whistle #party of five #it's not a game #welcome to ffvii #journey to the [relic] #future projects #ffxv #ffvii

[louwhose]

All the Fic Writer Answers

😅 What's a story or scene you've created that you're a smidge embarrassed exists?

It's only been a few months since I've gotten back into writing, so I don't think I'm removed from any of it to consider it embarrassing. However, from a previous excursion into fic writing three years ago and any of the many things I wrote when I was thirteen... 😅 is accurate.

🥺 Is there a certain type of moment or common interaction between your characters that never fails to put you in your feels?

It may sound a little cheesy, but things like hope in the darkest situations and love and friendship inspiring people to be better. It's more than that but it's those vibes and all I can say is that I love it.

🤡 What's a line, scene, or exchange you've written that made you laugh?

"By the Goddess, Robbie!" Impa said. "You can’t just ask someone you just met to strip!" "Why not?" Purah retorted. "I wanna see it, too." Why did they all want to see him naked? Link was very uncomfortable with this. "Enough!" Zelda finally inserted herself back into the conversation. "No one will be stripping anyone. Understood?"

From Turn of the Century.

😈 Has there been a point in a story where you did something just to be playfully mean to your readers?

Maybe the end of chapter 5 of that fic I did for TwiYor week? Otherwise maybe if I ever actually get far enough along in any of my planned long fics...

✍ Do you have a beta reader?

I wish, but I've never gotten the confidence to try to get one.

🛒 What are some common things you incorporate in your fics? Themes, feels, scenes, imagery, etc.

Characters being very introspective, and usually an overall hopeful feel to it, maybe? It's really hard to analyze my own work on this one.

🎢 Which of your fics would you call your wildest ride?

Turn of the Century? Or at least it probably will be eventually?

✨ Give you and your writing a compliment. Go on now. You know you deserve it. 😉

It's getting better on the action and not being quite so dialogue heavy? Also, the emotions are written well?

💋 First kiss fics. Love em or hate em?

LOVE LOVE LOVE! I cannot get over two idiots falling in love and coming to accept their feelings and admit them to each other and kiss. Or even if the order is messed up a little, it's always a delight!

🎶 Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

I've started doing it more. Lately, I've found that looking up specific music correlating to a scene gets me really into it and I enjoy it. Like listening to the Lost Woods music while writing about how chilling the place could really be was... intense.

🛠What tools/programs/apps do you use to write?

Basically just Google Docs. Mostly because I love the convenience of switching to my phone when I'm out and about. Even have a few things I wrote nearly entirely on my phone while on vacation.

⛔ Do you have a fic you started, but scrapped?

I've talked about it a lot, but my BOTW2 speculation fic that was ruined by the Tears of the Kingdom trailer coming out.

🙋‍♀️ Do any irl people know you write fanfic?

My family, because I cannot shut up about it when I have an idea I like or want to bounce an idea off of someone and they're right there. In fact, I'm not shy about sharing it, so basically anyone I spend time with and have gotten moderately comfortable with is told.

🍦 What's the sweetest fic you've created so far?

Probably I Choose You.

🍷 Do you drink and write?

No. Nothing about alcohol appeals to me.

🍆 Do you write the spicy stuffs? If so, what's your most popular nsfw fic?

no

🌞 Do you have a preferred time of day to write?

Anytime, really, but a little more in the mornings since I'm a morning person and that's when I have more energy to do things rather than consume them.

💖 What made you start writing?

I've always had story ideas, but when I consider it to be actual "writing" was when I was twelve, had finished eating my lunch and I guess I must've finished my book already because I wasn't reading, and I decided to actually start writing down, on pencil and paper, my story, and had actually finished the first chapter by the end of the day.

💌 How do you feel about comments and feedback?

I love it!!!! I'm admittedly not the best at responding, but it just delights me to see people enjoying something I've written.

❌ What's a trope you will never write?

anything really very nsfw. it's just not for me

💲 Would you ever open commissions?

No, not for fics. I have way too many ideas of my own, and even if that weren't the case, I would ask for requests rather than anything.

🧐 Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

Entirely too much or entirely too little. Depends on how much I care about a detail and how easily I can figure out the answer.

🏆 What's your most popular fic?

Blind Spots. I think it's mostly because of how large the SPY x FAMILY fandom is now.

🎃 Do you write fics for certain holidays? Which is your favorite holiday inspired fic?

None yet, but I think I'd like to do some for the holiday season this year...

🎯 Have any of your readers accurately guessed major plot points? Care to share which?

I don't think there's really been that much guessing plot points because I haven't really done much multi-chapter stuff. Yet. But I'm trying to figure out a way to getting those actually worked on seriously.

🎨 How do you feel about fan art of your stories?

I would LOVE

📈 How many fics do you have?

24

🦅 Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

Fly by the seat of my pants because outlining typically makes me lose motivation on a fic.

👀 Tell me about an up and coming wip please!

Witches! (hehehe)

🤗 What advice would you give to new fanfic writers that are just getting started?

Just write. It may not be masterfully done, but we all need to start somewhere. And no one else will have your idea, or at least do it exactly the way you do it, so don't be afraid to share your stories!

💞 Who's your comfort character?

I am honestly torn between Link and Zelda because I project onto both of them a LOT.

🤩 Who is your favorite character to write?

Probably Purah. There are some other characters that are pretty great, but throwing her into the mix always makes things fun.

🤲 Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Link had forgone the challenge, and sportsmanship, to kill an unconscious, half-dead foe in cold blood. Maybe he didn’t quite want to be the Hero. But he didn’t want to be that, either.

😬 Which of your fics would you be most horrified for friends, family, or coworkers to stumble upon?

x I... may have self-projected a little too much and a few of them might know exactly what I am referring to and I don't want to admit that this was my poor way of coping with it.

🎉 What leads you to consider a fic a success?

I like it when at least someone likes it. Because that's what I need, is for someone to like it, because otherwise I'm content with a story in my head for myself, despite enjoying the process of getting things to actually work in an actual story. So I like it when someone likes it, especially if they give actual feedback, which is part of the reason I try to comment on fics I read pretty often.

✅ What's something that appears in your fics over and over and over again, even if you don't mean to?

Zelink. I love them, don't get me wrong, but... not every fic is trying to be about them, or at least not their romantic relationship.

📚 Would you ever want to turn writing into a career?

Well, an author is what I've wanted to be since I was twelve, so... yes.

⌛ How long does it take you to write a fic, or a chapter?

Honestly honestly honestly depends on a combination of length, motivation, and how much time I actually spend working on that particular one. Longest one so far is HERO x FAMILY taking a couple of months, though that was admittedly time concentrated more towards the first couple and last couple of weeks.

🤯 What's a genre you struggle with as a writer (ex. romance, action, etc.)?

Action. I mean, describing people doing things as opposed to talking or freaking out internally? Especially if they're doing a lot of things like in a fight? It's a struggle, because it's not really what I think of it and I am slow getting it written.

💔 Is there a fic of yours that broke your heart?

Tough choice because I love angst but A Lifetime Ago just is a heartbreaking premise and I think it takes the cake on this one.

💥 How do you feel about criticism?

Give it but please be nice about it?

🤭 Do you have a favorite tag to use when posting your works?

I have been trying to use #lou writes

🥰 How do you feel about reader interaction? Are you open to receiving questions about your fics?

um yes please. These stories live in my head and I love to talk about them, and usually my siblings aren't that receptive, so if someone would like to talk to me about it and ask about it to know more, I would be delighted!

#stealing this idea from fate just cuz it's a great idea #lou writes #casually drops lots of links to fics in here in pitiful promotion of them #drops this and then scurries into bed for the night

[grittyreadsfic]

jonas/nico/jack anon here again.... god i feel like i have to put on a suit to pitch this idea bc it's just so..... it's been sitting in a (very long) note on my phone for WEEKS bc i'm too scared to give it Actual Document Privileges(tm). canon-vaguely-compliant... jonas and nico have been fucking around for a while and are just starting to figure things out between themselves. jack has been (checks notes) an absolute idiot and has been flirting with his captain hopelessly for years.... and somewhere along the line started to get feelings for jonas too and now he's confused. PLOT TWIST this is all from jonas' pov bc he can see that jack's rookie year puppy crush on nico has blossomed into something so real it hurts, and nico's too far down in his captaincy denial hole to realize that he likes jack back. jonas, while being the sole non-idiot here, has to play fixer upper with half of the devs leadership so no one explodes and he's so endeared by the idiocy of the other two it's sweet. there's this one scene that i have bouncing around that kind of started all this.... picture this: early in the morning, jonas stayed over at nico's bc nico hates sending jonas home after they have sex, and nico's phone rings. it's jack. nico's been stressed recently and jonas wants him to sleep, so he picks it up, pulling on clothes as he answers. jack's very clearly not having a good time (jonas has noticed that he's seemed a little off recently but hasn't known how to approach it), so jonas does what he does best: comforts a number one draft pick on the devils. jack comes over and just cuddles with jonas on the couch and talks about everything that's been bothering him (he misses his brothers, he misses ty, he's getting assists but he can't seem to score a goal for the life of him). jonas realizes, somewhere in here, three very important things. 1) the fact that jack and nico have been dancing around whatever tension is between them for so long is finally getting to jack's head. 2) fuck jack likes jonas too, doesn't he? jack's heart was always too big to hold love for just one person. and 3) jonas finds he doesn’t mind being seduced by little americans with smiles almost as big as their ego. jonas wants to talk those through with jack, to give him some reassurance.... then nico walks out of the bedroom, half naked and clearly well-fucked. jack connects the dots and does the very mature thing by running away immediately. jonas and nico talk some things out, have a very pensive and thoughts-of-jack driven round of early morning sex, and then get ready for the day, etc, etc. okay look my note on this is STUPID long and my beta needs a break from my usual bullshit, so sorry for dumping all of this on you, but i also figured you might understand the (clenches fist) visceral amounts of FEELING these three give me. i hope this was at least somewhat coherent lmao? tl;dr jonas is jack and nico's support system so they can all go out and support the rest of the team and i need to write this for the sake of my own emotional comfort. hope you have a wonderful day <3

i literally don't even know where to start like this is just so excellent on so many levels it has been running through my mind all day like i cannot stress to you how !!!!! i am about this

first of all jonas and nico fucking around: yes exactly!!!!!!

i love that this is from jonas's point of view, because i feel like the Fond, Exasperated feelings he'd have towards both of them would really just make it in this kind of set up (at least for me personally)

also rookie year puppy love crush on nico so true!!!!!!!! really love the vibes of the characterizations i'm getting from what you've said, too, btw like absolutely excellent!!!!

GOD THE SCENE. JACK RUNNING. JONAS FIGURING IT ALL OUT. also i the positive thoughts of jack driven round of morning sex.....you are speaking my language okay it sounds so good??? so perfect for the three of them and their dynamic???? like not only is what you're saying coherent it is incredible and i (selfishly) really hope you end up writing it because wow do i want to read it so bad!!! (also....if you wanted to talk about it some more....my dms are open like 👀 👀 👀 👀)

i hope YOU have a wonderful day <3

#no but really pls feel free to chat with me more about this i'm not kidding #also editing this to add but are we friends i feel like we should be friends #not 2 try and befriend everyone who writes devs fic but

[astreetcarnamedwynn]

35, 41, 50!

Thank you for the ask, @redbelles! Hopefully, chatting about fic will put my brain in a good fic writing mood this morning.

35) Do you share your story ideas with anyone else or do you keep them close to your chest?

I keep them close to my chest. Not out of any sinister desire for secrecy; just because I haven't had any betas in the last few fandoms I've been writing for. I love chatting about my fics, but it usually happens after posting a fic/chapter when I respond to any comments I'm lucky to receive!

41) What’s you favourite minor character you’ve written?

Is Darcy Lewis from the MCU considered a minor character? I'm not always clear on what separates a tertiary character from a minor character. If she counts, then it's definitely her. She could be blunt, awkward, sarcastic, and I enjoyed how her "normal person" perspective bounced off of the other superheroes and gods in the MCU.

If she doesn't, then I really enjoyed developing Celestino Cialdini from Yuri on Ice in my fic Sixty Impossible Things. Arguably, everything in the show happens because Celestino mysteriously abandons Yuri at the Sochi banquet. I liked trying to figure out why he may have done that and what kind of coaching relationship he has/had with Yuuri.

50) If you could write only angst, fluff or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?

Angst. It's very rare I write something that's pure fluff. Even when I try to do a more lighthearted story (like my Persona 5 fic "The Home and the Heart"), I keep having to rein in the angst. But I veer towards angst with a happy ending. I like writing characters dealing with and healing from their trauma/issues. So angst... with a hopeful or happy ending.

#fic asks #fic by wynn

[ghost-ghost-baby]

Narcissist (alpha!readerxOmega!Bakugo soulmate au)

An: this is heavily inspired by the song narcissist by younger hunger definitely recommend listening to it!

An: BIG TY TO MY BETA FOR EDITING THIS ABSOLUTE MONSTER OF A FIC WE STAN!

Word count: 3.2k (ur welcome)

Summary: Bakugo being a little shit basically- Mina and Denki r sick of him- reader runs out of scent blockers-

Warnings: omegaverse, swearing, Bakugo being a dick, reader just thinks he’s hot, gets a bit spicy but nothing graphic, non traditional dynamics (subby alphas) drug use (weed)

You were in a familiar room, one you’d come to love since you’d started dreaming of it, and you sat on the bed and waited… any moment now.

“Oi, are you here, shithead?” The voice of your omega was dreamier than it was in real life; his harsh words unable to punctuate the tranquility of your dream.

“I always am, Katsuki!” You chirped, grinning as he slowly faded into existence. The black tank top and jeans he wears make him look far too good, and your brain short-circuited for a few seconds.

“I told you not to fucking call me that!” He growled, but you only laughed. Reaching out to grab his hands before he could stop you, you pull him down so you could kiss him. Any anger he had quickly melted away, and Katsuki had pulled one hand away to rest on your shoulder and pushed back. You got the point, you pulled away for air and leaned back on your elbows as you did. Katsuki followed and straddled you without a moment of hesitation. His mouth latched onto your neck and you let out a hum. With one hand gravitating to tangle in his hair, he gave you another push that had you lying flat on your back.

“Hey-”

“Shut the fuck up, don’t ruin this.” Katsuki bit down on your throat and you squeaked, although he licked over the mark seconds later to soothe it, and only pulled away to kiss you when you tried to talk again. You melted, let your hands wander down to his thighs, and had your thumbs rubbing absent-minded circles. Then, Katsuki was unbuttoning the shirt you had on, hands quickly trailing lower to-

“Y/N! Did you hear what Mr. Aizawa said?” Mina’s voice brought you back from the dream you had the night before, and you blinked at her as you blanked.

“No way I'm working with their dumbass!” Katsuki snarled as Kiri forced him into a seat at your table, and you turned your head to Sero with a questioning look. He usually knew what was going on in class.

“We have a group project for a presentation, Mr. Aizawa picked the groups-”

“Oh hell yeah, all my best bro’s working together? Sounds like fun to me!” Denki leaned over to hug you and Mina, and the pieces started to click together. You were working on an art project, with your mate, who hate-

“How could anything be fun with Y/n around, they fucking ruin everything.” Katsuki grumbled to himself, refusing to meet your eyes despite sitting opposite you. Kiri mouthed an apology to you from his seat next to Katsuki. Honestly, you had no idea why he’d decided to act like… such a brat really, but it was just an act, however annoying it was. The two of you were soulmates, he’d come around, eventually.

“Oh hush, Bakugo, Y/n’s a riot and we all know it! You’re the one who goes to sleep at like, 8pm” Denki came to your aid. The electric blonde then pressed a kiss to your cheek that had Katsuki gritting his teeth.

“So, what's the project, guys?” You flipped through your book to a fresh page, resting your chin on your hand as you waited for the others to speak.

“We have to show the versatility of styles and composition under a singular theme!” Kiri was the one that answered you, and the group immediately started throwing around ideas.

“I think we could do horror, a lot of horror artists have different composition styles and still manage to convey the-”

“Tch, that’s the best you could come up with? I’m not surprised, an alpha as shitty as you can’t be capable of any decent ideas.” Katsuki sneered, but you only smiled at him as the group agreed with your idea. Your omega merely grumbled and hunched over in his seat as the group discussed the different artists you could use as examples.

You’d stayed late to double-check something with a professor, and you were still flipping through your notebook as you walked through the unusually empty halls. You weren’t paying attention to where you were going, and before you knew it you ran into someone, the same someone who shoved you against a wall seconds later, but your fear subsided when you realised it was just Katsuki.

“Watch where you’re fucking going, dipshit.” Katsuki wasn’t even sure why he’d pushed you up against the wall, but being this close to you, touching you… it was..nice…

“Tch, god your scent is so weak, you smell like a fucking beta, how’d I get stuck with such a runt, huh? Some sick kind of joke.” Katsuki’s tone didn't match what he was saying. The way he leaned forward to rub his cheek over your scent gland definitely said otherwise, but you stayed quiet, he always found some excuse to scent you, but he’d usually get embarrassed and storm off if you dared to say anything.

“You’re pathetic, you know? Being this submissive for an omega, are you sure you’re not a beta? It’d make more sense.” You bit your lip when Bakugo pressed a kiss to your neck, only hesitating a moment before he started sucking a mark onto your skin. His words bounced right off of you because all you could focus on was how hot he was and how he’d subconsciously put his thigh between your legs and thank fuck you were on scent blockers, or you’d never hear the end of it.

“Really, you aren’t even going to try and defend yourself? You’re even weaker than I thought.” A growl next to your ear made you shiver, and Katsuki pushed away with a snarl when he was satisfied. He cursed at you again and warned you ‘not to tell anyone or he’d kick your ass’ (he wouldn’t) before he walked away, leaving you to walk home with your head completely in the clouds.

“What took you so fucking long, huh idiot?” Katsuki was on you the second you appeared in the dream, pulling you down into a rather ferocious kiss before you could say anything. He bit your lip when you didn’t open your mouth fast enough, swallowing any protests you would have made, and continued to kiss you until you were dizzy. “I’ve been waiting two hours…” He pulled away to kiss under your jaw, and if you didn’t know him so well you’d miss the insecure tone in his voice.

“Sorry, Midoriya wanted-” You stopped when Katsuki growled, biting down so hard you were surprised he didn't draw blood.

“Why the fuck are you saying his name here, huh? Are you tryna piss me off?” He pulled away to sneer at you. You opened your mouth to explain, but the words died in your throat when he unzipped your hoodie, and any coherent thought you had went out the window when he started to kiss your neck.

Everything was ready. The lounge room was set up, complete with snacks, drinks, and stationery for you and your friends to work on the project. They were meant to be here any second, and you couldn’t help but hover near the door to your apartment. You weren’t used to having people over and it still put you on edge having others in your space. But that thought left your head when a knock sounded on your door. You quickly opened it and were almost knocked over by Denki and Mina engulfing you in a hug.

“Thanks so much for hosting bro!”

“Awww you laid out all these snacks and stuff too! An omega’s gonna be really lucky to have you one day Y/n!” They pushed inside. Denki closed the door as Mina oohed and aahed over the setup, their praise had a slight blush rising to your face as you sheepishly rubbed your neck. Sero was next, quickly hugging you before he joined Denki and Mina, then Katsuki and Kirishima last. The blonde pushed past you without saying hello, but Kiri pulled you into a hug so tight you couldn’t breathe for a second, and was complimenting the setup as you took a seat. You tried to sit next to Mina, but Denki let out a whine and the pair was pulling you down between them before you had time to protest. Denki immediately leaned on you once you were settled. Katsuki couldn’t focus on the project, how could he, when his two dipshit friends were all over his mate. And you weren’t even doing anything to stop them! In fact, you were leaning into their hugs and giggling at every stupid joke they made! It had Katsuki fuming. Kirishima was the only one close enough to smell the angry shift in his scent, and he glanced between his friend and you, slowly putting the pieces together. You really had no idea what was happening, but Denki’s head was on your shoulder, and Mina’s arm around your waist as she asked questions about the project, giggling and pressing a kiss to your cheek whenever you got confused, which happened more than you’d like to admit. The blonde gritted his teeth when Mina’s hand went to your thigh, you were his! Nobody else should ever be touching you like that! You should know better! So when you excused yourself to grab something from your room, of course he made up some excuse about needing the bathroom so he could follow you.

The door to your room closed with a click, and you quickly spun around, expecting to see Mina or Denki, anyone except Katsuki to be honest.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He was seeing red at this point. He cornered you and made you stumble back until your waist hit your desk.

“Uh- getting more pens-?” You held out the pack of pens with a confused look on your face that only made Katsuki angrier. How were you so stupid? And so fucking cute when you were- he cut off that thought, he needed to focus on yelling at you. Not the way your brows furrowed and how you nervously bite your lip as you waited for him to say something. Wait- were you blushing? Fuck, maybe he should-

“Katsuki? Are you oka-“

“Shut the fuck up, dipshit.” He snarled. Then, catching you both off guard, he leaned forward and kissed you. Your eyes fluttered closed immediately. He’d only kissed you in your dreams, which was nothing compared to this, and you hesitantly placed your hands on his waist. His hands went to your hair to pull you closer, tugging it until you got the message and parted your lips for him. Katsuki let out a hum of approval as he deepened the kiss, why hadn’t he done this sooner? You couldn’t focus on anything other than how much Katsuki tasted like caramel, he didn’t taste like caramel in the dreams. You couldn’t help but whine when he pulled back. Another insistent tug on your hair had you tilting your head back, and Katsuki didn’t waste any time kissing over your neck. You were so lost in the feeling you almost missed the words he growled against your skin.

“You should know better, you’re mine. Other people shouldn’t be fucking touching you like that.”

“Do you think they’re like…. Finally-” Mina made a hand gesture that had Denki cackling, even Kiri cracked a smile.

“I hope so, it’s getting hard to watch all the back and forth.” Sero sighed, dropped his pen, and stretched.

“Yeah, have you seen how mad Bakubro gets though? It’s pretty fun to push his buttons like this!” Denki grinned as he leaned his head on Mina’s shoulder, and she wrapped her arm around his waist.

“I don’t know… Bakugo’s uh… stubborn, to put it nicely.”

“Your scent is weird… are you wearing a different perfume?” Mina leaned her head on your shoulder, arms wrapped around your waist as you glanced at Katsuki. After whatever the fuck had happened in your room, he’d gone back to acting like he hated you, so, you’d kept letting Denki and Mina do whatever they wanted. He had his eyes fixated on the work, and you turned back to Mina with a smile.

“Oh, sorry about that! I forgot to refill my scent blockers and my doctor’s not available until next week.”

“Don’t be sorry, bro! It’s nice, like really, really nice!” Denki came up behind you, throwing a quick glance at Katsuki before he leaned forward, crooning and rubbing his cheek over your scent gland, Mina doing the same a moment later. The pen Katsuki was holding snapped, his angry scent pumping out in waves as he glared daggers into the book in front of him, all too aware of you laughing.

You were hyper-aware of how strong your scent was, this was the longest you’d gone without scent blockers since you’d presented, and you’d lit a scented candle to try and cover it up. It hadn’t really worked, maybe you should light some incense-

“Y/n! Sorry we’re early!” Mina’s hand on your shoulder broke you from your thoughts, and you shook your head before you smiled. Denki cut you off before you could apologize about your scent.

“Damn Y/n! It smells like you baked cookies- oh my god did you bake-”

“Don’t be stupid, babe, it’s just their scent.” Mina shoved him inside, shaking her head as she followed and closed the door behind her.

“Oh! Of course!” Denki nodded, and he and Mina linked arms with you. They walked you over to the couch and sat you all down with grins on their faces.

“Uh… guys-?” You didn’t trust that look, it never leads to anything good.

“Well, since the project is like, 99.5% done-” Mina started, hand coming up to play with your hair.

“We thought we deserved a reward!” Denki interrupted, reaching into his bag and producing a blunt. You felt your own grin forming.

“Oh my god- is that from-”

“Shinso! You know he sells the best stuff on campus, I decided to splurge for my bros!” Denki looked incredibly pleased with himself, and you couldn’t help but tackle the blonde in a hug.

“Oh my god Denki, you’re the best!”

The three of you were blazed by the time the others got there. Sero happily bounced over to share the blunt, while Katsuki and Kiri just sighed and sat down with you. Katsuki’s eyes instantly zoned in on where you were lying on Mina and Denki on the couch. He was oddly silent as he tried to keep his cool, the nagging thoughts that had always been there slowly got stronger. He’d always had to be strong, people perceived him as weak just because of his dynamic, so he’d rejected the thought of being with an alpha, hoping for a beta or omega. Or you. You never made a big deal out of your dynamic, and always treated him as an equal. Then the dreams started. He loved you, he really did! But his whole reputation would go down the drain if he was claimed by an alpha, especially one with such a weak scent and mild presence. So…. he pretended to hate you in public because the two of you had your dreams, where nobody could judge him! Even if they did pale in comparison to real life. But lately… he couldn’t stop wondering… were you getting tired of waiting? With the way you were acting… the thought made his stomach turn and his canines come out. Especially since you had run out of blockers. Your scent getting stronger and stronger as the days went by. You were his alpha! You shouldn’t be scenting other people! Especially omegas! And you certainly shouldn’t be laying on them while you were ignoring him! You hadn’t even said hello to him! You were too busy getting high with those assholes like you didn't belong to him! You were his, it wasn’t fair!

Mina was the last out of the apartment. She kissed your cheek and winked at you as the door closed. The exhaustion set in as you leaned against the door.

“What the fuck was that?” Katsuki growled and made you startled when you saw him by the table. You only shrugged as you went to pack up the stuff on the couch.

“Denki got us some weed because the project was done-”

“Not that, dickhead! They were all over you!” He marched over to you, trying to ignore how good you smelled up close.

“And? We’re not-” You responded, and Katsuki was shoving you before he realized, ignoring the way you yelped as you fell on the couch. You sprawled on your back and glaring up at him.

“Katsuki! What the fuck!” Katsuki didn’t reply, eyes traveling over your vulnerable form. Flush rose to his face as he realized how provocative the position was, causing warmth to pool in his tummy. If kissing was so much better in reality, what would it be like to be inside you? Feel you clench around him and pull his hair when he hit your sweet spot? Would your thighs shake the same in real life when he just kept going? The omega didn’t even realize his scent had changed, he just licked his lips and stared at you with hooded eyes, fuck he wanted-

“Are you okay? You zoned out.” Fuck, when had you gotten up? You were so close now, your scent overwhelming. He never wanted you to go on blockers again.

“Fuck, Katsuki! Katsuki! Are you in heat?” It finally dawned on you. Katsuki’s scent had taken on a sweeter tone it didn’t usually have, and with the way he kept zoning out, it was obvious. Plus thoughts of him on top of you that wouldn’t leave your brain alone. Your question snapped him out of his daze, and the omega snarled at you, stepping back and stumbling when a jolt of pain went through him.

“Fuck off, like you could trigger-” His voice cut off as another wave of pain went through him, causing you to reached out to steady him without thinking. The omega was going to let out a growl but it quickly changed to a whine as it escaped his mouth. You pulled your hand back like it had burned, although your mate’s temperature was so high it wasn’t out of the question. You took two steps back and froze when a feral snarl ripped through the room, dark red eyes pinning you in your place.

“He-hey Katsuki…” Your voice stopped his growling, and it took every ounce of self-control you had to stay coherent as he advanced, your rut already trying to cloud your judgment. Your eyes darted around the room, maybe you could make it to the bathroom? Then Katsuki could ride out his heat and you could talk about it? yeah. Katsuki was only a foot away from you now, the grin he had on was somehow more unsettling than the snarl, and you shook your head to get some of your resolve back. Okay, three, two, one-

You made it maybe ten centimeters before Katuski caught you, and pushed you back down on the couch. He wasted no time sitting on your lap and tilting your face up to look into his eyes.

“You’re not getting away from me, Alpha. I know you want this. I should have done this months ago.” Sincerity shone through your omega’s lidded eyes, and you felt your small shred of resolve shrink away even more. Your hands flew to his chest to push him away.

“Ka-Katsuki it’s just- just your heat, you don’t mean-“

“Don’t tell me what I do and don’t mean, alpha.” Katsuki was back to growling at you. His hands grabbed your wrists, pinned them down, and used his knees to keep them in place. He went back to cupping your face, red eyes boring into yours as he thought of what to say and a growl leaving him whenever you dared to look away. You were so, so obnoxiously pretty, it made it even harder to focus. Katsuki kept getting distracted by little details, like how your eyes shone and you kept biting your lip.

“You’re so fuckin stupid, ya know that? Of course, I fuckin want you, you’re my alpha- I don’t… I don’t care what other people think anymore, I just want you.” Katsuki’s tone was softer than you expected, and you could only gape at him as a blush quickly rose to your face. You knew he didn’t hate you, but hearing him say that lifted a weight off your shoulders you’d been carrying for who knows how long. The moment passed, all the softness went away as Katsuki leaned down to kiss you, and this time you kissed him back without any reservations.

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