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Angel AU drabble
A lot of people asked about this AU, so here's a little drabble to hold you over until I can start writing this story 😇 Read the premise here
Invisible to the human eye, Gale follows his ward everywhere he goes. After a few years of careful guidance, humans tend to become more independent, and then he has time to pick up a second or even a third case, but John is a rescue. He’s going to need all of Gale's attention for a much longer time if his soul is to be saved. It’s exciting to be challenged with such a difficult ward. Neglected by an incompetent guardian - who's now demoted to administrator - he went down the path towards Hell. Gale's priority is to guide him back. His second, more personal goal is to make him happy too. They’ll have to see how John manages, but Gale will do his best.
Currently, they're on a dirty bus that coughs a trail of smoke as it chugs on towards the most dangerous neighbourhoods of the city. Gale tried to discourage John from boarding the repulsive vehicle, but his suggestion was ignored. It’s only their first day though - Gale just has to find the right technique to get through the wounded exterior of his soul. For now, he just settles down beside John and radiates an aura that keeps people from sitting next to him. He can tell that a stranger's closeness would distress John.
There are earbuds in John's ears. Gale examines them curiously, leaning in real close to see the emotions flickering through John's mind as he listens to the music. Human music has always fascinated Gale. He used to wonder if humans were trying to find the tunes of Heaven, but he knows that's not the case ever since he discovered rap music. He wants to learn John's musical taste. It could come in handy if Gale wants to influence his mood in the future.
The bus rolls to a stop, and John moves to get off. Again, Gale tries to hold him back. This isn’t a good place - he can already see the stains of malice peeling off the walls of a house by the bus stop, like a black, rotten layer of skin. He knocks a woman's suitcase over and makes a backpacker move to block John's way, but John is determined. He shoulders his way out of there and gets off the bus.
Outside, the night greets him with a chill and cruel blows of the wind. John's bruised face hurts as he squints against it. As he takes off towards an alleyway, Gale makes that wind stronger, even though his own nose wrinkles at the smell of depravity it blows out from the direction they're headed.
"Why don’t you go back home? You could take a hot shower there." He tells John gently. If he talks to John from the ethereal plane, his words form suggestions in John's mind, ideas that he thinks are his own. It's the easiest tool to use. Humans usually go along with what they call their sixth sense. And indeed, John stops. But a moment later, he squares his shoulders and resumes his steps.
Gale frowns. He has to step up his game.
They enter an establishment that Gale identifies as a nightclub. A shady one. Spilled drinks sticky on the floor, cigarette smoke, knives tucked into pockets, unprotected sex in the putrid bathroom. Gale can hear, see and smell it all as he traces John's steps, but his senses also reach beyond that. The place is swarming with demons and malicious spirits. Their waste litters the ethereal plane and clings to Gale's feet until he blasts it off in disgust.
His feathers ruffle. Behind him, his wings move from their relaxed position to a casual back-shield. He doubts that the slimy creatures cowering from him in the corners would attack him, but it never hurts to be cautious. As it is, the sea of demons threaded through the dancing human crowd parts for him, hissing at his light. His lower ranking siblings, those few who had the strength to brave this place, all seem to breathe a sigh of relief when he nods at them in greeting.
"Sir." They say as he passes.
"Keep up the good work." He replies calmly.
John doesn’t stop on the dance floor, so he doesn’t linger either, no matter how much fun it is to see the cowardly demons skitter, scared that he might smite them. He follows John to the back of the club, then out into the alley behind it.
There, they wait. It’s raining. Water soaks through John's hoodie. The residue of malevolent beings falls from the sky with every raindrop. Soon enough, Gale’s brushing its black soot off his wings. His iridescent white feathers contrast harshly with it.
"You don’t want to do this." He tells John. "Come on, why don't we get out of here?"
As if in reply, John mutters to himself. "The fuck am I doing here."
Gale smiles. "You don’t belong here."
He can feel the ideas battling in John's head, and he tastes the sweet scent of a step in the right direction, but suddenly, in a sharp twist, John's thoughts plummet into despair. Unpleasant memories swirl in his mind. "Right where I belong."
Gale's wings twitch. This won't be easy. They have a long road ahead of them, don't they?
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ohhh, can you do hcs for what the sdv bachelors say during sex?
Bachelor Volume Headcannons
18+ 🌱 NSFW 🌱 MDNI
PART II of the double feature!!! Happy New Year lmao I hope you enjoy this filth 😈 shoutout to @hopefuloverfury who did a HOT bachelor volume headcannon list very recently that I ate UP. Check that out Here
Poll said post as you finish and I had this finished so here you are everyone. As always, MDNI, NSFW content under the cut.
Harvey-
💚 Kinda loud, tbh.
💚 I envision him as captain dad noise already, so I think during sex it carries over and he’s groaning and grunting these hot gravelly moans.
💚 Genuinely. I could go on about the sounds this man is sure to make. Because DAMN. Somebody get him into ASMR sex audios he’d make a fortune.
💚 Now that said I don’t see him as much of a dirty talker.
💚 It doesn’t come naturally to him. He’ll do a bit and try his best to appease you if you’re into it, and he’s definitely a person who could learn, but it’s never been easy for him and won’t be.
💚 Gets too in his head about if what he said was hot or if it was weird. Takes him out of it worrying that he’s taken you out of it. Which, relatable.
💚 But he does know through empirical evidence that his sex noises are hot, so he doesn’t hold back. Especially if you two are going at it rough, or you’re sucking him off, it’s obscene.
💚 Will praise you with that same sultry rasp, because that’s another thing he thinks is safely in the always-hot category.
💚 Such a good job baby, feels so good, etc. Can never go wrong.
💚 Loud to the point his voice cracks when he cums 😇
Elliott-
❤️ My hot take is that I think Elliott would say the filthiest things you’ve ever heard during sex.
❤️ HEAR ME OUT!!!
❤️ I just think that as a man who is incredibly well read he knows what’s hot. And he’s not afraid to say it, either.
❤️ Especially with some of those dime novels that are his guilty pleasure, he’s picked up a thing or two.
❤️ Of course it’s still in a very Elliott way, but he’s a dirty talk king.
❤️ He’ll be worshiping your body while he details everything he wants to do to you. How he’s going to mark you with hickies where everybody can see that you’re his, how hard he’s going to ravage you with his cock, how many times he’s going to make you cum, etc.
❤️ Matches it with equal praise and romantic lines, too. It’s all about balance, and he wants to fuck you like a beast while still reminding you that you’re precious to him.
❤️ Grunts and huffs and moans, but not a lot unless he’s right about to cum. Man’s got more important uses for his mouth!!
❤️ Kind of irrelevant, but I see him as the type to passionately fuck you against the door to his cabin or overtop his writing desk or deep into the mattress. It’s not often that the furniture isn’t creaking and knocking in time to his thrusts.
Alex-
🤎 Okay so another hot take. But I think Alex is secretly incredibly shy and romantic.
🤎 Empirical evidence includes: his heart events imply that he puts on the machismo front as a defense mechanism, and he was raised by the most lovey-dovey old people you’ve ever seen.
🤎 SO. I think he would be very sweet in the way he talks in bed.
🤎 Lots of softness and nerves, but he’s still kinda noisy.
🤎 Tries to muffle himself because he’s embarrassed about making too much noise, but he can’t help it.
🤎 He’ll be about to tell you how good you’re doing, how much he loves it, and his words will warp off into a whimper because it’s too much.
🤎 I feel very strongly that he is a whimperer. I’m sorry. It makes sense.
🤎 Especially with his insane physical endurance he ends up overstimulating himself because he can’t get enough.
🤎 Like he can go a third round, sure, but he’s overstimulated and his voice is cracking and his cheeks are bright pink with exertion.
🤎 Lowkey he’d love it though I mean let’s be real. Let’s be so real. He wants to come until he’s crying. And he will.
🤎 Please don’t come for me abt this it’s just my take.
Shane-
💙 The curse words. The curse words.
💙 Listen. This man is already somebody who swears a lot so in bed? He’s letting FLY.
💙 Fuck that’s so good, you’re so goddamn tight, holy shit that’s hot, et cetera.
💙 Not much for moans but he does grunt so like. Same difference?
💙 Like it’s not that he’s stifling himself he just grunts and groans and swears instead of moans
💙 No whimpering I’m afraid 😔
💙 But he makes UP in dirty talk good lord.
💙Since he’s not a mean person just prickly from his defenses he’s well practiced in being mean even when he’s not.
💙 So ladies gentlemen and those of us that know better, we’ve got the makings of the PERFECT mean dom
💙 Dirty little slut, you’re so fuckin’ pathetic for it, beg on your knees just for the privilege, I could Go On.
💙 Only like that if you want it of course, but like with his gravelly sex voice asking if you think you’ve earned the right to cum yet? Somebody take me AWAY.
💙 Cums with a bit of a yell.
Sam-
🩷 It’s been said before I know.
🩷 But I must also agree. Sam is the loudest in bed. Far and away.
🩷 Good LUCK getting him to shut up honestly, between his whines and whimpers and moans he’s either apologizing for his lack of control or thanking you profusely for letting him hit.
🩷 Because Sam genuinely can’t control himself when he’s fucking half his vocabulary consists of sorry. He wanted to do it slow and sweet, but fuck, you’re so hot and tight around his cock he’s pounding you instead and he’s really sorry but he just can’t help himself.
🩷 I don’t see him swearing much tbh, not unless he’s completely fuck drunk. If he’s not babbling some pseudo-polite good boy nonsense, he’s whining. Maybe the stray shit or fuck, but not to excess.
🩷 Also throws in a ton of compliments. You’re so hot, you feel so good, you sound so beautiful, and so on. I just see him as an open complimenter, and when his mental circuit board is on overload he’s unable to stop himself.
🩷 Gag this man. Do it. I dare you.
🩷 He’ll be moaning and whimpering and drooling all around the gag, his eyebrows drawn up and in, eyes pleading for you to let him moan properly.
🩷 The most pathetic man you’ve ever seen and all because he can’t whine for you. God somebody just take me away, lock me up.
Sebastian-
🖤 King of being amused by how turned on you are.
🖤 He’s chuckling, huffing, asking incredulous rhetorical questions like “yeah? Already?”
🖤 I could see him falling hard and fast, so he’s probably using his dry sense of humor to hide how fucking gone he already is.
🖤 Because emotional vulnerability isn’t his thing so it gives him some distance while still allowing him to enjoy how fucking hot and adorable everything you do is.
🖤 As far as his own sounds, though, he’s not moaning or whining a whole lot.
🖤 He does whisper a lot of swear words, and he’s HEAVY on the panting, as a consolation prize.
🖤 Dirty talk gets a little spicy with him just because he lives to tease. He’s not the heaviest dirty talker even on this list, but he can definitely turn up the heat.
🖤 Lowkey I can see him being a hand holder because he can’t help himself. He can only keep his affections at bay so much.
🖤 And I bring that up only because he’d lose his breath the moment your fingers twined with his and reward you with a soft, stuttering moan.
🖤 Definitely bites you to keep from making noise when he comes. He’d probably end up whining if he didn’t.
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17. NO MORE SECRETS (WRITTEN)
y/n had to take a deep breath to prepare herself before she knocked on the door of the newjeans dorm. she hoped this would go well, i mean danielle had always been understanding right?
when the door opened, minji looked at the girl behind it with confusion.
“are you okay y/n?” the older girl asks wondering why danielle’s girlfriend? was standing outside their dorm currently, sweating bullets.
“um yeah, is dani here?” y/n asks to which minji nods.
“come in?” minji says furrowing her eyebrows at y/n, who bolted down the hallway.
minji just shrugged and went to go sit on the couch again, resuming her show. if anything happened she would surely hear about it later, so she just chose to divert her attention from it.
nervously, y/n knocked on danielle’s door using the pattern they had created so she would know it was y/n. the door cracked open seconds later, revealing a very concerned danielle. it looked like she was reading at her desk, as she had her glasses on and was still dressed in her pajamas.
“is everything okay? you showed up unannounced.” danielle says holding her girlfriend’s face making the girl blush.
y/n knew she was here to talk, to make sure that her relationship is still okay but she couldn’t help but get lost in danielle’s eyes hoping to cherish the moment forever if something bad happened.
“y/n, talk to me please.” danielle says her concern rising as y/n didn’t answer her.
“sorry, i was distracted.” y/n mumbles embarrassed.
“i want to talk to you dani, i have something to tell you and this will hopefully clear up some stuff. can i come in?” y/n says, danielle nodding in response.
dani took a seat on her bed, patting the spot next to her for y/n to sit the girl sitting down momentarily.
danielle grabbed y/n’s hand, holding it to her chest to comfort the girl.
“dani promise you won’t leave me?” y/n asks maintaining eye contact.
“i promise.” danielle reassures her, squeezing her hand.
“so you know that vigilante that’s been running around seoul the past couple of months?” y/n asks, she had no idea where she was going with this. how the hell does someone tell your partner that all along they’ve been a superhuman?
“mhm, what about them?” dani asks.
“well..” y/n says, unzipping her jacket slowly. she stopped abruptly to take a deep breath.
“danielle, i am that vigilante.” y/n says finally showing danielle her suit, the latters mouth being dropped.
“y/n..”
“i know i’m so sorry—“
“this is so cool!” danielle says in awe.
“huh?” y/n says confused.
“dani do you not know the consequences of being spider-man?” y/n asks to which danielle shrugs.
“i do, but those are all just comics y/n. what’s to say they’ll happen to you?” danielle says.
this allowed a new way of thinking for y/n, the girl finally looking on the positive side of her night job.
“plus you look really pretty in your suit.” danielle compliments, making you look away from her in embarrassment.
“stop..” you mutter making her giggle.
“what? i’m just telling you the truth.” dani shrugs.
“i love you, but you’re so quiet about your feelings.” danielle sighs.
“i know i’m sorry dani. i just didn’t want you to get involved, i wouldn’t know what to do with myself if something ever happened.” you say.
“i want you to know you can tell me anything, i’d do anything for you y/n. i’d even endanger myself if it meant i get to see your face, be with you even.” dani says caressing your face.
you hug danielle, pulling her in for a short kiss.
“i love you so much dani.”
“i love you too.”
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Imagine the reader has an acting job on a film and finds out that they are going to be working with Bella ramsey (who they have had a crush on for ages) and then meets Bella snd finds out that they basically both like each other. Then, after shooting they both go to Bella’s house and have s*x but it’s the readers first time with a girl!
A/N: writing readers first time with a girl is rly cute. I also don't have any experience in making out with a girl. I just wish I could tell my Co Worker, which funfact looks a lot like Bella,that I really like her...welp Idk🤣 sooooo...hope you like it and thank u for ur request sweety <33
Warning: Scissoring, pet names, fingering, Bella being waaay to cute, fluff, kissing. so if u don't wanna read that filthy smut feel free to ignore😇
Wordcount: 1,3k
Proofread: nope (only had 30min to write that lol)
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♡Crazy feelings♡ (18+)
Lying in bed with someone you never thought you would ever talk to. Naked.....to each other and completely caught off guard.
Yup...
You...
You and...bella?
You and bella!
Yes. It wasn't planned to end like this. But when is anything ever planned?
You are dead tired because it is the middle of the night. A new co-worker is about to arrive, with whom you have a few scenes together. You sip your 5th coffee and spit it right back out when you see who's coming on set.
The Lady of Bear Island, but she is all grown up.
Bella Ramsey is your partner for the rest of the shooting? That's a joke....but you don't feel like laughing because she's what's called an addict. For years now you've been following her projects and trying to stay on top of them.
"Morning" she says, cuddling everyone she already knows. To those she sees for the first time she shakes hands a bit shyly.
"Haah...?" The only thing that comes out of your mouth as Bella shakes your hand. Really?
Get a grip Y/N
"Oh agh..sorry I'm Y/N, nice to finally meet you in person! I mean here on set!" You're totally flummoxed and look down in embarrassment. Bella has to laugh lightly...another one of her super cute giggles.
Shit...now you have to stay calm while working too. This will be pretty hard.
"You're cute" she says dryly without batting an eye. Wait what? Eeeeh.....ok. shit starts getting real.
Days go by and you two get along great. You try not to let anything show, but you have to look at her all the time. Bella doesn't miss that and often stares back cheekily.
"What...? Are you my hardcore fan?"
"And if so?" Yup you just said that out loud.
Fuck
Bella stares at you and actually got red cheeks this time. Now she's the speechless one.
"Maybe I would like that" her eyes are only on you now.
"Because of you, I can never think clearly on the set."
"Maybe that was my goal from the beginning..." she comes menacingly close, making your breath catch. She kisses you carefully to test if you want it as much as she does.
You can't believe what's happening here and despite a brief hesitation you go in for her kiss. Damn, she's driving you crazy and your break is about to end.
"You are so damn cute. I've felt that since the first time we met."
"Wow...I wouldn't-..I...Me? I've never thought that" you look at her in amazement and Bella finds it hard to pull herself together.
"Are you ok...?" You look at her worriedly.
"Yes...you are just too cute...I just want to go to my place and spend time with you"
"Ok....I'll handle it" you clarify with the film director that you can get a break for today, as if Bella wouldn't feel well and together you go to Bella.
"It's really nice here" you look around relaxed.
"Yes, thank you. I'm lucky that the location is not far away from set" Bella throws herself on the couch and takes a deep breath. "Do you want to join me?" She looks at you with hopeful eyes.
"Ok...I'd love to" you are a little unsure. You've never done all this with a girl before. There were the last two guys...but they were never serious. Bella seems very sweet so far.
"I don't know how long I've liked you..but you're even better in person. Really sweet and so open. I really really like you" you sit next to her.
Bella smiles her cutest smile as she looks at you happily. This time you come closer to her and try to get your heartbeat under control. You hesitate but Bella carefully closes the gap between you and her soft lips touch yours.
A kiss, as if both of you are afraid to go too far, to let it get out of hand, but there is this desire. It bubbles deep inside you. The curiosity how it is to go further with a girl.
A slight sigh bursts out of you, unintentionally. Bella sets down briefly and kisses you again only to take your face in her hands. More demanding and greedy, Bella's breathing accelerates. She also has difficulty holding back.
"W...wait..." you look at her. "I've never done this with a girl before...I have no idea how it works".
"Ah don't worry there's no manual for that" she giggles and kisses your neck softly and nibbles it here and there. You bite your lower lip and hesitate to let go.
"It's ok...I'll guide you. I'll show you how it's done. And if you want to stop then just say"
Bella means it lovingly serious. You nod and kiss again, this time more lustfully and your adrenaline means it too good for you. You are totally excited.
After all, she's not just any girl, it's Bella. She rubs her hips against your sensitive spot, which makes you moan softly.
"I'm getting undressed ok?" She stands up and undresses one by one, your blood pressure rising rapidly. Damn your breathing is so fast, you'd think you're having a panic attack.
She just kisses you again to calm you down, which also works quite well because the desire for more grows in you.
This time you're the one pushing your hips against Bella.
"let me undress you" she speaks between kisses and you let her do it.
The kiss gets wilder, the feelings completely overwhelming. When you are also undressed, Bella slowly lies down on you, rubs her pussy against yours and you can feel how wet she is already.
Wet sounds can be heard which only drives you even more crazy. Bella which soft moans let you join in and you can't hold back any longer.
"feels...so good..that's crazy..." you're already tingling, realizing far too quickly how you're approaching your climax.
"just let it come to you...it's ok" she kisses you on the neck and shoulder which is enough to make you overshoot the mark too fast. You hide your face while moaning into her shoulder.
"nah you sound so pretty darling"
Almost annoyed that you cum too quickly, you are completely out of breath.
"I'm not done with you yet" you look at her in surprise and startle when she suddenly starts kissing your folds, licking up all your juice. You claw into her hair and tilt your head back, moaning to yourself.
"someone's still electrified" your cunt is still throbbing and every touch of Bella doesn't make it any better.
"I'm going to stick a finger in" She looks up at you and scrutinizes you as she sticks her finger inside you. You moan, completely lost, but you put your hand over your mouth in shock.
"ah come on baby, I want to hear your beautiful voice" she holds still and you press against her finger to absorb even more of the incredible feeling. She moves it slowly and can't help but smile cheekily. "That's a good girl, keep moaning...all just for me"
A second finger penetrates you, which makes the tingling even stronger. She clearly feels how your pussy around your finger clenching.
"I'm so close pleeease...don't stop" you moan almost in desperation.
"Come on baby, come all for me!" her other hand wanders to your chest, caressing it and she accelerating her movements which makes you a moaning mess.
Your cunt pulsates around her fingers as you cum for the second time. when you calm down a little she pulls out her fingers and licks them off.
"thats way better...as with boys" you say out of breath, still shaky.
"sounds good" she smiles playfully cheeky and kisses you tenderly.
"Next time...I wanna make you happy"
"Sure"
"Your to cute I can't believe it"
"Stop it" she looks cheekily.
"Nope, never"
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Oh Cherry! I was coming to ask how you were, see how you’re doing when I saw you had an angst thing up!
What do you think of Billy having to take the first girl he’s ever loved when he’s flayed. Maybe he keeps her for awhile as he struggles against the mind flayers influence and she tries her best to support him despite being scared?Happy ending or not is up to you! No worries on this at all, just some angsty thoughts.
I hope you’re doing well 💕 - 😇
i said ANGEEELLLLLLLL - woah-oh-oh-ohhhhh!
hello, love. i'm doin' pretty okay, how're you!? i hope you're doing well. thank you so much for sending in, i'm just itching to write right now.
let's get into it -
OW my heart. this one hurt a bit. okay, okay, okay, so, Billy's actually on his way to date night with you. he's feelin' cocky, it's the summer, he's tanned and feelin' good; maybe he finally saved up enough for you two to have a night at the motel - 100% alone - 'cause bein' 18 and seniors in high school means still living with your parents.
not a whole lotta opportunity, yah know? so, he's like, "meet me at the motel, it'll just be us." and you're agreeing, 'cause, why not? but he doesn't show due to whole whole car accident and kidnapping thing where he originally gets flayed.
instead of Heather, it's you who seeks Billy out the following day out of pure worry. it's not like him to stand you up, and one look at him, you know something's up. so, when you drag him into the showers to try help cool him off after fearing he had a fever, he has his first break-down and you witness it all.
it's why you don't fight him when he lunges and steals you away. you know it's not Billy doing this, you know he's not in control of himself, and yet, you can't help the inkling of fear because you knew what Billy's body was capable of. boy had hands, and if he wasn't in control right now, you did worry those hands would leave bruises behind.
so, you don't fight him. he takes you to the warehouse, but he can't bring himself to take you downstairs. instead, he keeps you there for a bit, letting you wake up, and when you finally rouse from your earlier fainting spell, you're ashamed to admit you felt fear. "No, no, no," Billy tries, shaking his head. "I-I'm sorry. I don't know what's happening, baby, I'm sorry."
"Billy?"
"It's me," he whispers.
"What happened?"
He glances towards the stairs, making you look over, too; trying to understand whatever was down there, but being unable to. "I can't do this alone," he whispers. "I-I need your help."
"Billy, honey, i-if you want my help, you have to let me go."
"I can't," he shakes his head, tears collecting. "It won't let me."
"Honey, you have to try."
"I've been tryin'," he sniffles. "I can't get free, baby..."
"Okay, all right, we can figure this out, right?"
But before he can answer, there comes an inhuman garbling from the stairs and Billy goes absolutely rigid. "No," he grits his teeth, veins on his neck bulging and throbbing. "No, no, not her."
"Billy, let me go - let me go now. Baby, please, you have to let me go. Please, honey, ju-just step aside, please." Another snarling. "Billy, please!" You begged loudly, but saw he was fighting a losing-battle. "NO!" You screamed when he, again, lunged for you; seizing your upper arm, and dragging you towards the stairs. "Baby, please! This isn't you - please! I know you don't want to hurt me!"
That made Billy pause.
"See? Billy, honey, you don't want to hurt me, please... Honey, please, you're hurting me," you whimpered.
"I'm so sorry," he whispers.
"Let me go, baby, please, we can get away," you begged, still being slowly pushed backwards towards the stairs. "Billy, please!"
"I can't fight it," he told you frantically. "Baby, what's - why're you here?"
"You brought me!"
"No - "
"Billy, let go!"
"Baby!" He yelped when something coiled around your leg and yanked. You screamed upon impact, being drug backwards, but the creature had hold of you and your hands were weakening on the doorframe. "NO!" Billy snapped free for a single moment, just landing on his stomach when he threw himself down to grab your arms as you were yanked back into the darkness.
Billy paces the upstairs for hours. He won't go down, won't check on you, won't put himself in any position to see what has become of you out of pure shame. Eventually, you come walking up the stairs, and he pauses.
For a long moment, there's no words. Neither of you are in your minds, but in that moment, Billy understood clearly... You were Flayed, too. He shook his head, looking away in disappointment, before stiffening upon feeling your hands on his waist.
"What's wrong?" You ask lightly.
"What have I done?" Billy whispers, hands on his hips and not moving a single inch. "What did I do to you...?"
"You brought me," you whisper back, "and showed me a new life, right?"
"No, fuck - God damn it," he pulled away from you.
"Don't tell me you're having clarity now?" You snipped. "You brought me here, Billy, you weren't strong enough to fight it - so, don't start now, when it's too late. We have a mission to accomplish."
Billy had to take a sobering breath, but nodded down at you. "Come with me," he urged, taking your hand, and leading you from the warehouse. Once in your car, he drove you into town and slowly watched as realization came back into your eyes.
"Billy?"
"It's me, princess," he sighed.
"What the fuck... Just happened?"
"I can't explain it, doll. Just know... I'm sorry."
"Are we... Are we in some cult now?"
Through the days that followed, Billy was only capable of continuing onward while drawing strength from you - who was slowly drained of life. Kidnapping your parents was easy, Flaying others came natural to you both... And before the end, Billy would only have one more moment of clarity with you. He was able to confess his love for you one last time before the Mind Flayer claimed both your lives.
A single moment where Billy loved you, where he told you how sorry he was... For you both to share one last kiss, one last embrace, and one last tear together. He didn't mean to, honestly... He never wanted you involved in this, but in that single, clear moment, Billy felt immense guilt for knowing he was your end. Deadly poetic, he figured, for the two of you. He knew he wanted his life with you, but neither of you thought your lives would only span 6 more hours.
Y'all know how in the Harry Potter movies, they had Tonks and Lupin positioned? at the end? yeah? how their hands were ALMOST touching? yeah, think that, but you and Billy. The sight made Max sob all the harder because it was evident, in his last moments of consciousness, Billy had reached for your hand.
awh, my heart. hope this was satisfying!!
all my love 🖤
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wowowweee! tagged by @spoonfulstar @mmmichyyy @energievie @metalheadmickey @creepkinginc @thatoneao3author to do this cute AU tag game! thanks pals 💓
rules (more or less): use this au generator to assign you an au, this fan fiction trope generator to give you a trope/situation/sometimes another au, feel free to keep clicking until you get something that inspires you.
then try to come up with the title, plot, vibe, and details of a fic including whatever the generators gave you. you don’t actually have to write it, just put the concept into the world! this is basically just a thought experiment.
au generator gave me: 1930s AU
fic trope generator gave me: show your kinder character snapping
(NGL the first time i attempted this, i got american revolution AU and then who framed roger rabbit AU??? so i skipped those 😇)
title: idk?? i am bad at this. probably some line from rye whiskey?
let's plot:
alright. i'm thinkin' bootlegging AU? so it's pre-1933, when prohibition was repealed.
the gallaghers and the milkoviches are rival families on the bootlegged alcohol market. the gallaghers have less control/impact, but they're scrappy and making their way. the milkoviches are more dominant - and fuckin mean.
the gallagher operation started as a way for frank to just keep drinking during prohibition, but the older kids have kinda taken over as they've started making actual money. their main situation is a speakeasy with alcohol run in from all those irish canadians up north.
lip makes the deals and bribes people to keep the feds off their back, fiona manages the money and their other side ventures, and ian handles day to day at their bar.
meanwhile, the milkovich family has a big network of illinois moonshiners doing their bidding. they're all up in the organized crime network, and terry is starting to catch wind of lip's efforts at moving the gallaghers up in the world.
mickey, who is ultimately the brains of the milkovich crime empire, is tasked with bringing the gallaghers down. he and his brothers start scoping them out. this includes checking out the speakeasy. the milkovich brothers want to just go in and shoot everyone asjkh but mickey thinks it would be better to seize control and threaten the gallaghers into joining their operation. basically, he wants to make them work for him. and take all their money 😇
so they go to the speakeasy to take a look around - and god damn it, mickey is into the place. it's seedy and dark but vibrant and everyone is free to be themselves. there are artists and union guys alike, and the redhead tending bar winks at him as he passes him a whiskey.
so mickey keeps going back without his brothers, and tells himself over and over it's for the job. but soon enough he and ian are just... friends? people with a bond? mickey feels more at ease in ian's bar than he ever has anywhere else. ian makes him feel special, like there's more to him than violence and power.
and one night..... mickey stays late? until after ian closes up? maybe things happen? 👀
but the secret has to come out. terry grows impatient with the whole thing, and sends the brothers back in. mickey comes in the next night to find the whole place wrecked. ian is behind the bar alone, injured and desperately trying to find the stash of cash they kept hidden behind the bar.
the milkovich brothers definitely stole the money, their stores of booze, and destroyed the place. and told ian, after beating the shit out of him, that they'd be back soon to start collecting.
mickey is PISSED and tries to help ian/patch him up/calm him down. ian is panicked about the money, about the milkoviches coming back, about them finding his family - and mickey says he can help. when ian is like "??? how???" mickey finally spills the secret.
and this is where ian snaps. he knew mickey was into some shady shit but he did nOT know that he was part of the family that just wrecked his livelihood. especially after what just happened between them, ian feels betrayed, thinking that mickey sold him out.
mickey goes away, hurt and bitter and angry, while the gallaghers try to piece their shit back together. no one fucks with the gallaghers, etc; so what fiona and lip ultimately decide to do is expand and fight back. they team up with kev and v, who own another speakeasy we all might know 👀
and i am thinking that mickey tries to turn things around from the inside? he manages to get ian to meet up with him by the docks 😇 there is a similar scene where ian is both pissed and horny 😇 a reunion is had 😇 and a plan is made 😈
mickey says he's starting a money laundering scheme but he ends up funneling cash and booze into the gallagher operation to help them rebuild. i assume this is eventually found out once the gallaghers start taking more control? violent confrontation occurs, etc etc etc terry finally dies, someone probably takes a bullet for the other, but all is of course well in the end. the milkovich brothers scatter after terry is gone, off to start their own empires in other cities.
the gallaghers run their free spirited lil speakeasies even after prohibition ends, but ian and mickey probably back off after a while. maybe they find something a little quieter to do? tomatoes, etc. 😇
THE END
i am late to this so skipping the tags but if you have not done this and want to give it a go, please do!!! it's fun!
#this took me so long asdjfh#i have too many WIPs to give this too much consideration lol#but if it strikes anyone else's fancy: it's yours!#ty for the tags pals! ily!#tagged#tumblr writing
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
Ah, my dear @cilil has tagged me, and I'll try to do at least one Tumblr thing today. I had hoped that I'd have more time this weekend!!!
This week was madness...I swear!
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
391 (and yes, I am one of those who put between 7 and 133 different ficlets into one work to keep the number of individual works down).
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
1,800,713 (this does not include 2 longfics I've orphaned and several fics I've posted anonymously)
(but I've been writing since July 2021)
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Tolkien, roles played by Richard Armitage, roles played by Adam Brown, the odd Dean O'Gorman fic for @laurfilijames, 1 Lucifer fic...)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?
Tumblr Imagines (it's a collection of ficlets from when I started and has over 200k)
October 2022 Ficlet run (Yeah, as I said, I don't post all my fics separately)
Black (Local folkore meets The Hobbit retelling
Silm imagines and ficlets (Again, a 50k+ collection)
"The only way is up" or "thrice stuck" (Smutty dream sequence with Thorin)
These are mostly my first writings which had had time to amass some few kudos :D
5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?
Always!
It takes me a while sometimes, but I need people to know how much I love and appreciate their support! I love every comment, and I truly wish I was a little better at expressing myself when it comes to these things <3
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I honestly do not remember...Probably, Love letter to the man you've never got to be.
I usually don't do much angst 😇
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Very hard to say because I don't finish too many of my long fics lol. I'd want to say Sticks and stones (Christmas Hallmark story)...it's just that kind of story.
My TRSBs are usually "Happy End given the circumstances" rather than all-out Happy End...lol
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Thus far, no.
I am not relevant or known enough to attract that kind of attention!
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
Me? No...(There have been spicy scenes in long fics, spicy fics, outrageous ficlets, Kinktober, Dead Dove December, MSV...Ok yeah, I do...and I do all of it. M/F, F/F, M/M, M/F/M...from vanilla to whips. You choose, I write)
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I am an AU bitch. I've done a HP drabble once...Les Mis/LOTR for last year's Christmas event...it happens...
Right now? Twilight Crack parody for a good friend :D
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
I don't think so? Who would steal trash?
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Nobody has ever approached me...
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Yes...Once for last year's S&D, I am doing it now for the Calendar fic...I love collaboration, what can I say?
14. What’s your all time favourite ship?
Ship-ship? Russingon.
OC ship? Ori x OC
Rarepair? Nerdanel x Anairë
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Black - It's one of my first fics...and I've never written that last chapter.
I am also known for having written chapters and chapters of other longfics but just...never posting them lol
16. What are your writing strengths?
I am fast, I am versatile, and I am willing to write almost any character, dynamic, ship, and genre. From tooth-rotting fluff to noncon. From very vanilla M/F meet-cute to kinky sex.
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I am bad at punctuation. I rarely have an outline, I just write. I do not plan, I do not come up with complicated worldbuilding, I have exactly 0 HC documents.
I just write whatever comes to mind.
Moreover, I have a real problem with posting. I write A LOT more than I post...because I just can't motivate myself to reread LOL
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
I avoid even Tolkien's languages for fear of getting something wrong. I am fluent in at least 3 other languages, but I am not entirely sure whether there would ever be a place for them.
If I did that, I am afraid that it would become incomprehensible as the only one I wouldn't use is my mother tongue. It would sound a bit...magniloquent...
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Tolkien. Only fandom thus far...
20. Favourite fic you’ve written?
I don't know. Every so often, I write something I don't hate, but I can't remember right now loool
Open tag for everyone who hasn't done this yet :D
Tell me something about yourselves!
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Lil update <3
Firstly, I want to thank everyone for all the support and love you’ve given my first ever fic ‘Through the back door’, I didn’t even think it would get as much interaction as it has, yet here I am smiling at every note that comes through so THANK YOU!! 💖💖
Also, I’m here to confirm that a part 2 is well underway, I’m excited with how the plots going and it looks like I’m going to be making pervy!contractor!joel a series so get ready for the slutty tornado my brains been whipping up and planning these past few days🤭 AND I’ve also got a few other fics started and planned that AREN’T connected to the pervy!contractor!joel series, so keep an eye out for those too.
Finally, I’m part way through compiling a list of characters and fandoms I’m open to writing for, as well as my limits when it comes to writing so there can be more confidence with any requests you may send through😇 (also gonna start to work through the inbox soon, sorry for anyone who may be feeling ignored, I’ve been on holiday lol)
So once again THANK YOU for all the support, I honestly can’t say those two words enough, y’all have seriously warmed my heart🫶🏻🫶🏻
#Updates <3#pervy!contractor!joel miller#joel miller#joel miller fanfiction#joel miller x reader#pervy!joel miller#pedro pascal
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Fandom Tag !
i was tagged by the lovely @auds-and-evens & @vintagelacerosette thank you stinks 🥰
Your Name: Elle 😸
Your First Fandom(s): The Hunger Games and Percy Jackson
How did you first get into fandom? I was like 11 so forgive me for not remembering all that well but I honest to god think it was Wattpad 💀 I had always likes to write and I saw that people were writing stories about the books i loved and i was like yeah i gotta do that and now here we are nearing a decade since 😭
How long have you been engaging with fandom spaces? I think I was still in 5th grade when I started reading and writing fanfiction so sufficed to say quite some time
How often do you read fanfics? honestly not very often. I am horrible at consistently reading and like if i have the spare time i would rather write than read BUT i am trying to read more to support my lovely stinky friends and their amazing work 🫶
Top 3 characters from your current fandom(s): Ian Gallagher ofc my favourite man, Mickey That also does without saying and my main woman the woman the myth the legend SHELIA 😩😩😩😩😩😩
Have you ever written a fic for a fandom? if so, shout it out! I have 46 published shameless fics so go read them stinkies 🤨 I will shoutout my favourite(s) though if anyone is in the mood for some galladads
- wasn’t it beautiful running wild till you fell asleep before the monsters caught up to you?
- now i send their babies presents
- but we can patch it up good
- it was as good as our song
Have you ever drawn fanart for a fandom? if so, shout it out! I cannot draw to save my life 😭
Share a personal headcanon that you feel very strongly about: A silly one is that Ian Gallagher is obsessed with SVU idk why thats a constant in my fanfics it just is. An actual serious one I have and I love so dearly is that Carl becomes a social worker. I feel like it makes sense because he wants to help his community out and he went through DCFS so he knows how it feels to be one of those kids. It just makes SO much sense to me especially since it seemed Carl was getting tired of being a cop but still wanted to help. How he passed school? I have no clue. I say Lip and Bryn (my gf oc for him) helped him cheat online school because that feels topical. OH also a fave headcannon is that Ian and Mickey have many many chickens thank you Mel ( @gardenerian ) i am forever obsessed with the chick crew
You're trying to convince a friend to get into your current fandom(s) with you. what episode, clip, or scene are you showing them? That’s actually a funny question for me because once i talked about random shameless plot lines to ky friend for like an hr and she was genuinely so traumatised she couldn’t believe it. another time i showed random clips to a group of my friends i also definitely traumatised them. but then my other two friends started watching the show hc of me. I always say im a plauge on everyone bc we usually end up watching shameless. Bonus my amazing breathtaking spectacular friend had started rhe show a long time ago and is now actively trying to finish it because she wants to read my fanfics 😭😭🥹🫶. I realise i didn’t answer the question but i would show Ian stealing Yev and the sorry im late scene i feel like that encompasses the show pretty well and is enticing
And finally, what does fandom mean to you? This feels like an essay question prompt lol. Idk man a bunch of cool people coming together to make some cool things and consume media together and you know what?? we shlay 🫶
second tag….
name: smelly ellie at your service
age: a year older next week 😇
Where in the world are you? Florida (derogatory)
The meaning behind your UR: Im a gallabitch what can i say i also had this user before i joined the server so maybe im a psychic too
Your second favourite color: my favourite colours are all in a tie with one another so pink yellow and burnt orange are simultaneously my first second and third favourite colour
any pets? my son chidi who is definitely a human inside a cats body
favourite season? Winter! It doesnt get cold here but i can pretend
Last thing you read: The 7 husbands of evelyn hugo i DEVOURED that book i read it in like a day 😭 if anyone wants to chat about this book please come forth
Last song you listened to: (you) on my arm
What are you wearing right now? my work uniform lol i am actively currently not doing my job
A hobby of yours: writing ofc and i would say bitching us also up there. That said i need more hobbies and really wanna (re)learn how to crochet
and finally, what are you up to today? I wish I could say nothing ☹️✊. Gotta finish my shift and then do some school work unfortunately maybe i’ll write a lil who knows!
I’m gonna try and tag some friends i don’t usually in the spirit of fandom ! play along if you please 😌😊
@imikhailo @sam-loves-seb @babygirlmickey @michellemisfit @magnificentcollectivehurricane @secret-gallavich @rereadanon @damnnmilkovich @takeyourpillsbitchh @mickmilkowitch @tear-soaked-cheeksdonteverlast @twinklyylights @milkoviched @firecrxtch @milkovetti @chicanomick @mickeys-been-staying-at-ians @gallavichlover19 @nyhmeriah @ianstummy @mickeys-notebook @filorux @mrmillagher @mixkeymilkovich @too-schoolforcool @adakechi @ian-galagher @tsuga-of-mars @mikhailoaleksandrmilkovich @gallavichgeek @lesbiangallagher @milkovichs @flamingbluepanda @ianspettyagain @callivich 🫶🫶
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hi maya🥰 I saw that your inbox is open for prompts - I don't suppose you'd be open to writing more Chalex? 😇❤️❤️
Chalex + you’re so strong. and brave—but i wish you knew you don’t always have to be. i’m here, if you’re ever willing to let me help shoulder those burdens.
The look on Charles’ face during the red flag is enough to put Alex on edge. The last time there was a crane on the track Jules had died. He looks haunted, like all of the ghosts in his life have caught up to him in this moment and it hurts. Alex wants to go to him, to wrap him up and take him far away from here, to somewhere safe. But they are supposed to stay at their garage and Alex resigns himself to fixing everything after the race if he can.
They do end up finishing the race, but Charles gets a penalty, robbing him of 2nd place and of any hope of stopping Max from winning the championship. Bad things come in threes as they say.
Alex goes through media on autopilot, the usual lingering anxiety of media barely on his mind. In fact, the only thing on his mind is Charles. He couldn’t shake the look on Charles’ face for the rest of the race, even though he was stuck in the garage, unable to even distract himself by racing. Instead, he replayed the incident over and over again in his head, how close Pierre had come to hitting the crane. Pierre of all people, Charles’s best friend, one of the only people Charles had left… Alex couldn’t let himself go there.
“Alex,” Pierre’s crisp French voice cuts through the mess in Alex’s head, “Have you seen Charles?”
He shakes his head, “I was planning to go see him, after media.”
“Good,” Pierre clasps his shoulder, “He’s going to need you.”
“Do- Do you want to go?” He doesn’t want to overstep, never one to insert himself if he’s not wanted. He learned that a long time ago.
“I will go later but-“ Pierre takes a shuddering breath, “I’m in no space to console him.”
Alex nods, taking Pierre’s hand as he turns to go, “I’m glad you’re okay.”
Pierre gives him a small smile and squeezes his hand before he gets pulled away to his next interview.
After getting the okay from his PR team, Alex heads in the direction of the Ferrari garages. Carlos nods at him as he passes and Alex has to stop his brain from thinking, what if someone had hit him when he’d spun.. would he still be here?
He pauses outside of Charles’s room to collect his thoughts. Alex knocks once.
“Who is it?” Charles’s voice is muffled through the door, but Alex’s heart flutters anyway.
“It’s me,” Alex answers, “Um, Alex.”
“Alexander!” Charles opens the door, a see-through smile plastered on his face.
He lets Alex past him into the driving room, everything decorated in Ferrari red. Alex hates Ferrari red.
“How are you doing?” Alex sits down on the couch, reaching for Charles, who’s stepped just out of reach.
“Fine.”
“That was a lie,” Alex gives him a stern look.
“I am fine, Alexander. Why would I not be?” Charles tries for playful, but it comes across as strained and Alex just wants to touch him.
“Should I give you the full list?” Alex crosses his arms.
Charles doesn’t say anything, just watches him quietly.
“We don’t have to talk about it,” Alex sighs, “I just thought maybe you’d want to. It’s okay to be upset.”
Charles opens his mouth to say something and then shuts it.
Alex reaches out again, “Can you just come here then? We don’t have to talk.”
He watches as Charles seems to consider it.
“For me?” Alex asks.
And that seems to get Charles to move. He’s nothing if not giving. He crawls into Alex’s embrace, tucking his head into Alex’s chest. Alex rubs his lower back gently, pressing his lips against Charles’s hair.
“Charles, love,” Alex says quietly, “You’re so strong and brave—but I wish you knew you don’t always have to be. I’m here, if you’re willing to let me help you shoulder those burdens.”
Carefully, quietly, Charles looks up at him. He meets Alex’s soft brown gaze, and Alex can see the war of emotions behind Charles’s beautiful green eyes. He’s straining to let go so badly, the last few voices in his head pushing against it. Alex rubs his hip lightly, urging him on.
“I’m here, you’re safe,” he repeats, “You can let go.”
Charles closes his eyes against the sobs that escape. All of the emotion of the race, of the tractor, of Pierre, of Jules, of the season, it all comes out. He falls forward, his whole weight against Alex.
“Good, good,” Alex murmurs, “You’re so good, I’m so proud of you.”
Charles sniffles, tucking his head further into Alex’s neck as his boyfriend whispers sweet nothings into his hair.
“How could they do that?” Charles cries, letting it all out now, “After- after everything?”
“I don’t know, baby,” Alex brushes his back lightly, “But they won’t get away with it. George has already been on the phone with them.”
“Really?”
“Mmhm. Everyone has your back, Charles.”
“I don’t want to let them all down,” Charles says it so quietly that Alex barely hears.
He readjusts them, pulling Charles upright so he can cup his jaw with one hand. He needs Charles to hear him, to see that nothing matters except them, right here, right now.
“Firstly, none of us care if you win. Obviously, I want to see you up there lifting the trophy. But I don’t love you any less if you’re not. And neither does Pierre or George, Lando, Carlos, Lewis, Seb… Do I need to go on?”
Charles shakes his head and Alex curls closer, pulling Charles into his chest, “Secondly, it’s not your fault that you’re not on the podium. It’s been a shit season, everyone sees that.”
“Shit because I can’t keep the car on the road,” Charles mumbles, sniffing.
“No, shit because your team can’t figure out how to do a pitstop or a basic strategy,” Alex grips Charles’ hips tighter, holding him in place as he goes to squirm away, goes to argue with Alex.
“As I was saying,” Alex continues, “I want to be here for you when things are good or bad, okay? Let me help you.”
“Alex,” Charles sighs, “You have so many other things to worry about.”
“Yes,” Alex shrugs, “But I’m your boyfriend. You count on my list of things to worry about. Rank pretty high actually.”
He pokes Charles's chest gently, “And I’m very happy to have you to worry about.”
Charles wraps his arms around Alex's neck, “Promise?”
“Charlie,” Alex looks him dead in the eye, “I’d rather have every single moment with you, the good and the bad, than not have you at all. I love you.”
Charles smiles softly and a warmth spreads through Alex from head to toe.
“Can we please go home?” Charles presses a kiss to Alex’s cheek and untangles himself from Alex’s lap, “I want to cuddle somewhere where my teammate is not going to walk in on us.”
“Of course,” Alex stands up, shoving his hands in his pockets as he watches Charles move around the driver’s room, picking up his things. “We can order food and take a bath! Or we can watch a movie, or we can go watch the lights of the city from the roof or- “
“Alexander,” Charles interrupts, setting down his bag and pressing up close to his boyfriend, “Have I mentioned how much I love you?”
Alex blushes, “Maybe.”
“I love you very much, but I am not doing all of those things. Let’s pick one.”
Alex presses a kiss to Charles’ lips, “Deal.”
Hope you like it, babe! Not my best work but it's sweet <3
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Hi my friend 💙
I have a request from the 12 prompts list!
I would love to read your take on nr. 10 with, you probably guessed it, Nanami 😍
You can make it as angsty as you want (maybe some smutty stuff too? I wouldn't mind 😇 but only if you're up for it).
Thank you in advance! 🥰
I'm so sorry this took so long. I was feeling a little over angsty to be writing angst, ya know? There's an optimum level haha
I kept this pretty simple, may expand on it later when I'm feeling more poetic but really wanted to get some angsty fluff out into the world.
Enjoy, my friend :)
Kento tries, truly he does. He tries to show hope, tries to believe that the sun will rise tomorrow.
He's tried to tell her that everything will be alright, but Nanami has never been a good liar, not to those he loves. Dear God, he does so love her.
He loves the coffee she makes, loves the warmth of her hugs and the sight of her just being herself around their shared home gives him life.
With love, comes hate. Someone told him that once, and like many things in young life, he didn't get it.
It made sense when he learned to hate the way she tears herself apart and pushes on anyway. Hates that she won't give herself the chance to heal before wounding herself all over again; sometimes literally.
Ironic really, the ecstasy of love and life comes on the coattails of detesting the way that person treats themselves.
Kento knows he does the same thing, knows it, and ignores it.
He can handle it, he tells himself, he can hide it and he'll have time later to recover...
One thing no one ever has enough of, time. Especially not sorcerers.
Each day had all of the potential to be his last, and hers.
That "see you tomorrow" may never come true. Doesn't stop them from saying it anyway.
Wishful thinking.
Coming home to her is a pleasure...coming home to her stood over the sink, washing dishes with tears rolling down her cheeks?
Kento had enough.
Cradling her back to his chest, he feels her go stiff, fighting the sobs into sniffles while she tries to rinse dishes.
'Enough.' Kento muttered. Still, she scrubbed. 'Stop...(Y/N) just stop.'
She huffed, slamming her hands down against the edge of the sink with a wet slap. 'Why, Kento? Just let me do it.'
'Don't, don't.' Turning her to face him, he cups her cheeks and forces her teary eyes to his. 'Don't treat the person I love like this!'
Startled, eyes wide, she stares up at him helplessly, clinging to his sleeves with shaking fingers.
'I can't do this (Y/N), you rip yourself apart and expect me to watch?! I’ll put you back together as many times as you need me too, but you need to stop being the one ripping out the stitches.'
'You're one to talk...' Voice cracking, she pushed on, forcing his hands down onto her shoulders so she could speak more clearly. 'When were you going to tell me?'
Kento opened his mouth, ready to ask what she meant, before realising he knew exactly who she meant. 'Itadori, doesn't deserve his lot in life. He's a child.'
'And you thought I'd disagree?!' (Y/N) snapped past the lump in her throat. 'I told you to bring him hear! I told you I'd fight the fucking council over that execution! You know I'd win.'
Kento smiled wistfully 'You would.'
'So why in all fuckery did you-hmmph!'
Maybe words and lying were beyond him. Maybe Kento will just leave that sweet talking nonsense to Gojo and just fucking kiss the woman he loves until neither of them can think remotely straight.
Her body slips naturally against his, the place it belongs. Warm, alive, steady and strong.
It's the body that carries her out of the house every day, the body she wields like a weapon against the world, the one she loves and hates every time she looks in the mirror.
He realizes then, that he doesn't hate those parts of her that rip and clunk, the parts that make her get up and keep trying even when she's battered and done. Those are the parts that make her, that parts that got stronger each time life tried to break her.
Cradling her close, aching for every inch of her skin under his palms, Kento finds those eyes, full of love and life, and doubts nothing in this world.
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Hello ily ♥️😘
Also! ✨ 🌠 🌿 🎀 🎉 💞 💎 📡 🤲 ☯️
💟✉ - I had to improvise bc I couldn't find the love letter emoji 🙈
I know there are a lot there lol, but what can I say? Your mind is wonderful and I'm curious 😇 So take your pick, and if any of these take your fancy, I'd love to hear your thoughts 😍
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OMG HI, my darling. Thank you for this! I am so sorry for the long wait - and how stupidly long this got lol. But ily2 and here is my answer at last. ❤️
✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)
Oof. Well there are certain fics I have worked really hard on, but I feel the notable example does get its fair share of credit and love and discussion (a big thank you to everyone who has read and engaged with me <3 ). But I guess I put a lot of work into An Apprenticeship, Of Brick and of Bone, Bad Moon a-Risin' too , and will always appreciate anything people want to pick up on and come and chat to me about on those. (I mean, the same is true for any fic ever, quite honestly lol – but) Those fics I’d say do also sort of have some subtlety or backstory to them that doesn’t get explicitly laid out in the fic, particularly An Apprenticeship, so there might be some fun things to talk about there if anyone is picking up on any Vibes they want to share.
Ok Edit: I wrote that whole answer out and then I went to grab the links and realize all those fics actually have not too bad interaction in comparison to my others lol. (thank you again, y’all <3). So, if this question is meant to be about the fics that get the least interaction, here’s something kinda fun: I sorted my stats page by hits in reverse, and in keeping with my weird experience that Holiday Themed Fics Seem to get Less Interest, these three tmrss fics have the lowest hit count.
Three Cryptids Walk into a Bar
Northern Crossing
I Like you a Latte
(After that it's drabbles, which seem to make sense drawing less traffic to me, for some reason, and then a New Year's themed fic 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️)
As for Die Hard, the lowest hit count that goes to a full fic and not just a drabble, is this one:
The Weather Outside is Frightful
Does anyone else experience this with their holiday themed fics? I’m really interested in this lol.
🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing
Hmmm. I have a pretty big vocabulary. Is that a compliment? Lol
It’s *Nerdy* with a capital N, how about that? Lol. There’s a lot of nerdy semi-obscure word play, reference humour, and I fall in love with the characters and get obsessed with every minute little detail about them. So if you love obsessing over nerdy details too, my fic just might be for you! lol
🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)
This is a sneaky wife-scolding moment, @dream0fspring, and frankly it’s fair. I mean the short answer is, I don’t. OP is right though, that writers definitely should. We have talked a lot about this in DMs (because you put up with so much from me <3) but at least in terms of my WIP, I tend to celebrate the success of completing the hard work of posting a chapter by rewarding myself with more work – ie. setting the deadline for the next one. I also have a tendency to set my deadlines by estimating how long I will likely take to finish a chapter, and then trying to shorten that timeline as much as possible because faster is better, and working comfortably and at my own pace would be lazy and somehow feels like a ‘failure’. To ‘hustle’ or something, idk.
This is a really important question though, because I have learned a lot about myself and my workstyle and the importance of motivation and self care through writing, in ways that apply to my life outside of writing - how I approach workload in my rl job or life admin tasks and responsibility, etc. I think it’s something we could all benefit from examining in ourselves from time to time. Are we happy with the way we treat ourselves in terms of effort and reward for the different kinds of labour that come into our lives each day, and would we be happy to see somebody else, say a friend or loved one, treat themselves the same way? It’s a great question. Afraid I’d have to throw it back out to tumblr though – does anybody have ideas on how they celebrate publishing to share?
📡why is writing and sharing your writing important for fandom?
Most of you reading this will probably know that I have a little collection on my ao3 of random snippets I call Snickits, bearing the Henry Van Dyke quote “The woods would be very silent if no birds sang there except those that sang best”, it’s about that fear of the vulnerability of putting ourselves into something and then offering it up to the world but I think that’s part and parcel of sharing one’s gifts. Obviously if we all gave into that voice that tells us ‘but mine isn’t as good/as big/as angsty/as funny/as worldbuilt/as proficient in English as xx’s fic’ and let it be a reason that we didn’t share it, there would be no content and there wouldn’t be a fandom at all. <3
Incidentally, (off topic, but hey this is already long af), there’s no fandom without readers, either, and this is something I’ve been seeing a lot of chat about lately with comments too. Comments and feedback are what let writers, or songbirds, know you heard and appreciated their song. They are super important to keeping fandom being a thing and a big reason many writers write here instead of going off to make money on original fiction. I see so many people say the reason they don’t comment is because other people’s comments intimidate them or seem smarter or more ‘creative’. That just breaks my heart to know somebody had a reaction to something someone wrote, was touched by something they created, and wanted to let them know but then *didn’t* because they felt themselves unworthy. (And then the image of the author on the other end, posting to the sound of crickets and thinking the same thing.) If anyone is a nervous commenter and reading this, please know it takes basically no more than a ‘omg!’, ‘this was my favourite chapter so far’ or ‘haha the moment xx happened cracked me up!’ to make a writers’ entire day. <3
🤲what do YOU get out of writing?
Is it weird that this question stumped me so much I left it to last? I feel like I spoke to this a bit in my last reply to this ask game but there are SO many reasons people write. Escapism, activism, therapy, self expression, to inform, to entertain. I guess for me it’s a bit of the first and last. It’s a hobby, and it’s the one I chose because it fits the best. Words have always been sort of my one thing I feel like I *have* as it were – as a skill, to offer to people, to make an impact with etc. We all have our skills and strengths and interests and words and language have always been one for me. (Don’t know if it’s related but I’m an auditory learner and will remember everything I hear too, which I understand isn’t all that common lol). I’m also introverted, so I’m far more likely to sit down at a keyboard and think about what I want to say than to get up on a stage and shout it out to a crowd (though yes I get up on a stage and do that set to music sometimes lol, shhh, humans don’t have to make sense). I guess writing is my way of feeling competent and effective at something, and fanfic (and feedback) is a way I feel like I reach people and offer them, and the world, something. I know I already mentioned that as a character driven writer, I find the depth to which I imagine different characters with different personalities reacting to the circumstances in my stories is a way I’ve come to feel like I have a better understanding of personalities different to my own, and it lets me have a better appreciation for, love of, and patience with, the people around me in every day life, too.<3 Writing is amazing!
☯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?
Hmm. I feel like there’s kind of two different situations here. Comments and kudos are something I associate with Ao3 (I’m not sure if they have kudos on other platforms like ff.net or wattpad) and quite specific to writing, and I think engaging with authors on their stories to show that you liked it with kudos or that it made you think or feel or simply enjoy something, with a comment, are super important motivators to keep writers writing, and keep fandom being a welcoming space that embraces and encourages new writers starting out and fosters opportunities for them to explore and practice and build their skill.
But then, tumblr and twitter are social media that can be used for fandom interactions with the people you meet who share your interests, but can be quite separate from writing, or at least they are in my experience. As a writer I don’t always get to engage with fan artists, and that’s one of the big plusses for me with tumblr, because I can’t do art at all and I really respect and admire fanartists hardcore.
I don’t really use twitter. I’m intrigued to see it here being touted as a space for healthy fandom interaction when it has the reputation for basically being the opposite lol. I’m a highly drama-allergic person so I guess it’s possible that arguments and fanwank and ship wars are perceived by some people as a ‘healthy’ way to express things, and to each their own I suppose. But while I find respectful, calm discussions in fandom as intellectually stimulating and fascinating as the next fan, I do feel that so often that isn’t the goal, so much as finding a fight to have. And the problem there is negativity breeds negativity. I'm a firm believer that car horns ought to be made obsolete because they don't do what they were intended for anymore, which is warn somebody that another vehicle is coming around a bend on a one-lane dirt road. They're just a big loud 'fuck you' button these days, and hearing it directed at you can plant a seed of negativity that can set off your whole day and definitely makes it very tempting to hit that button on the next person that bothers you, and so it spreads out and spirals. Fandom wank feels like that to me. It might *feel* like ‘venting’ lets things out, but therapeutic psychology actually tells us distracting yourself with something positive is a just as effective, if not moreso, way to feel better without focusing on the negative – and definitely without passing it on to others in a chain reaction of yelling and fist flailing lol. I perceive fandoms that embrace a lot of opposition and ‘warring’ as actually toxic rather than healthy, and more as things that will wind me up when I came here with my leisure time to let go and relax, rather than as ways to ‘get things out’. I’m also concerned that behaviour toxifies a space, and can put negative thoughts into people’s heads that weren’t there to begin with and didn’t need to be there at all (it’s all fiction at the end of the day lol) when they might have logged on to the internet feeling perfectly fine. So I’ve never been one to go looking for an argument, even if I’m feeling some kinda way on any given day. And from what I’ve heard, that means twitter isn’t really the place for me lol.
As for having social anxiety – yeah I do. But funnily enough interacting over the internet mostly takes care of that for me. I’m far less nervous when I have time to sit and think what I want to write out and say to somebody, than I am when I feel put on the spot in person. Not to mention the added option of anonymity on the internet. So that’s how I deal with it lol, it’s probably a large part of the whole reason I’m here using it!
💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!
Well, I’m three chapters away from finishing The Blood Culmination . That is definitely feeling pretty momentous after 5 years (omg). And then, the sky’s the limit for what I want to work on next, I guess! Which is pretty damned exciting. Like maybe 10% scary, 90% exciting. Or 90% scary, 10% exciting *insert Owen Wilson in Armageddon meme here*.
I do have my ideas, as you know.😈 Maybe I should take a poll on what I should write next lol. Something spicy, mayhaps? Maybe the next big thing won’t even be fanfic at all… !!
With apologies again that this got so long, luckily some of the things you asked already came up in my other post here.
For anyone else who wants to do this, these questions are all from the ask game found here
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WIP ask game for the following:
the blue lady ships it, au the war crime part out, and …or possibly like this on the condition 'heat' is something like Pon Farr and not omegaverse
boops gently
*rubs hands together gleefully* Thank you so much!
1. The blue lady ships it (Halo) aka "Untitled Cortana (and the marines) totally ship John/Kai" 😁 Sadly, this one ended up having large parts of itself "donated" to other fics and so would have to be redone if I ever decide to finish it but here's the original opening, for your reading pleasure, lol!
Cortana made sure to manifest her holographic self down at the bottom of the hill, well away from where John and Kai had just finished mopping up the last of the Covenant infantry. She'd learned the hard way that, if they felt like she was watching them, then they'd scurry away from each other.
And yet they're standing on a hill with a bunch of marines looking up at them and somehow that's not "being watched?" Maybe it's simply the distance, the false sense of privacy?
Or maybe it was because once, just once she’d appeared right next to them, practically with digital popcorn in hand, wanting a front row seat for The Big Moment?
Come on, Chief, take your helmet off. Show her those adoring eyes… she thought but was careful not to project herself into his auditory cortex. He hadn't responded well to that, either.
Kai took off her helmet.
Also acceptable. He can't resist when she's all battle-flushed. He removed his helmet as well, both of them going off comms. Not that it mattered because being literally housed in his head meant he couldn't actually shut her out; she had to choose to give him privacy. Which she was doing, thank you very much.
Watching from a distance didn't count. Ask anybody. Ask the group of marines next to her, none-too-covertly studying the Spartans and taking bets on who'd make the first move.
False sense of privacy was her favorite new thing.
2. I wasn't sure if I should make a funny scene out of a war crime 👀 Guess I'll have to AU the war crime part out, yep *nodnod* (Halo series)
Aka the completely awkward John/Makee sexytiems scene we all REALLY deserved. 😇😂 I totally, completely AU'd the war crime out of it, though, so now we can chuckle at all of the awkward, 10,000% guilt free! *nodnods* 😁👍 Still in progress, may even be completed and posted one day, who knows? Would also be my first posted John/Makee fic. 😁
3. Yeah so if Spartans went into heat, I’d probably write it like this... (Halo gameverse)...or like this (Halo gameverse, different game)...or possibly like this (Halo series) 🤷♀️🤷♀️🤷♀️
Technically, they're all variations on the same idea, which is why I probably won't ever write them. But they each have at least one distinct scene that lives rent free in my head, what can I say? Okay, so, with a wave of my hand, I've just given the gameverse Spartans the hormone pellets of the TV series Spartans. And with another wave of my hand and a little flourish of my fingers, I've added a condition to the pellets where, at certain times, to keep the pellets and the Spartans operating at peak efficiency, they have to go off of them.
And y'all know what I think would go on at that time. *coughcoughs in "Side Effect" NSFW* But imagine it as being more controlled than that, something scheduled, maybe a nice, out of the way place for Spartans on similar cycles to go and ahem, take care of each other, just an accepted part of being a Spartan and all that.
Annnnnnd in each of those 3 ideas, we get a pellet malfunction where game!Chief, Noble Team and TV!Chief ends up Trapped Alone With The Reader™. Not at the same time, not at the same place and not with the same Reader, I should mention. I mean, that would be one very tired Reader and quite a swingin’ Spartan party, woah, lol! 😳😂
I have a surprisingly well-defined, really more of an OC character for game!Chief, with a whole developed backstory and everything. And it's not ALL of Noble Team, just 2 of 'em. (That one actually came from a dream where the Reader was giving a report to Carter who is getting more and more flummoxed at how calm she is considering what all she's telling him. "And you're saying that you... handled them both. One at a time, right?" "Well, there might've been a one at a time in there but, honestly, it was just more expedient to double up." 😂) Then TV!Chief has a Reader no one has met before, someone who gives off this shy, reserved demeanor but who is an absolute wildcat underneath, who can give a malfunctioning-hormone-pellet Spartan a run for his money. I don’t know why but I want to see a scene where the rest of Silver Team finds them and they’re kinda running in like, “Okay, we’ve got to see if the non-enhanced human is all right. She might need medical aid!” and she’s all composed and walking out of the room like, yeah, he’s in there. And there’s John just totally worn out, asleep and snoring, lol! 😂 However, since John and Kai went through "Side Effect" together, I doubt this one would ever be written just because it's a rather close idea. I dunno. We’ll see! 😉
And *drum roll* there we have it! Thanks so much for asking! 😎👍
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