#you are ALWAYS welcome to ask for ficlets of them i LOVE writing them!!!!!!

[just-a-dinosaur-i-guess]

Suegiku + “I will wait for you” for the 5 word sentence ask (preferably inverted sgk cuz I’m having a bit of a brainrot 😣😣 doesn’t have to be though)

ANON I ADORE INVERTED SUEGIKU AND WRITING THEM OH MY GOD

It was the week of their surgeries and Jouno was anxious about it as per usual.

"You're ridiculous." Tetchou mumbled, stroking their hair, "You know it'll go well."

"But I don't like the surgery." They huffed.

"No one does." They scoffed back, "It's mandatory anyway, dumbass."

Jouno went quiet after, burying their head in Tetchou's chest, listening to their heartbeat.

"..Look." Tetchou cupped their cheek, gently making them tilt their head up, "I'll wait for you. Right when you get out of the room, I'll be there."

#YESSS YESS #GASPED OUT LOUD UPON GETTING THIS!!!!!!! #dino answers #ask games #bsd #inverted suegiku #suegiku #inverted sgk #sgk #pidge does prose #you are ALWAYS welcome to ask for ficlets of them i LOVE writing them!!!!!! #anon

[amethystfairy1]

✨Hello hello!✨

I'm Amethyst (she/her), and I'm your local fanfic gremlin. I've written a lot for a lot of fandoms, right now I am caught in the Hermit/Traffic/Empires brainrot, and if that's how you've ended up here, welcome welcome!

Right now, I have two WIP AUs!

Through the Sky-Blue Cracks 🌤️

My Hot Guy/Cute Guy, Over-City/Under-City AU that has a lot more going on in it now, it's grown pretty big and is organized in chronological order, not by publishing order, so I write up and down on the timeline filling in parts and pieces as I go!

TTSBC takes place in a modern/slightly sci-fi AU with superheroes, biotech, secrets to hide, trauma to unpack, and as much humor as I can attempt to fit in as well!

Features the local superheroes crushing on each other, anxious writer meets intrepid reporter, the drama professors who can't keep their hands to themselves, penpals gone wild, resident middle-aged married couple who happen to be a mobster and a mad genius, the local cottagecore lesbians, bad boy butterfly and cat lady, protective big sister, Zom-Mom and Sentient Glowstick, a very tired Guy-in-the-Chair with a permanent headache, and more yet to be added! I've got lots of plans left for this AU, so if you're interested, please come check it out!

Tags for the AU are:

#through the sky blue cracks

#ttsbc au

#ttsbc ficlets

Traveling Thieves 🪽

My dark fantasy AU! This one has some heavy themes going on, so I'd encourage reading the tags carefully before jumping in! I'm very proud of how it is turning out, dealing with breaking out conditioned headspaces, survival in a sick system, negotiating power imbalance, the power of friendship (no, really), and of course we've got elves, mercenaries, magic, swords, sorcery, rogues, redstone, and lots more fun stuff like that! Also lots of adorable birbs, one traumatized fiery boy, a mer with an attitude, a good doggo, and hurt/comfort galore! Giving everyone a chance to believe that they've all got a shot at getting lucky.

Tags for the AU are:

#traveling thieves au

#traveling thieves ficlets

Amethysts Scribbling Corner 📝

A little side project of mine to try and stretch my writing style!

Once in awhile, I will be running a poll with prompts that have been sent in via reblogs, replies, asks, and messages! Please send some in if you have any ideas!

Whatever prompt wins the poll, I will write and add to the series!

They can be as broad as a simple one-word prompt, or you can even give a brief description of a couple of sentences! Last thing: Feel free to request where you want the fic to take place! Especially when we're talking Hermit/Traffic/Empires stuff, if you want it to be within the Minecraft server world of that specific series, within a certain one of the Life Series, a modern AU, a fantasy AU, or even TTSBC or Traveling Thieves if you have ideas for them! Just know that if anything requested for TTSBC or Traveling Thieves contradicts or maybe overlaps with any future plans for those AUs, I might not be able to accept them 😓

As far as rules go...I do not write NSFW. I am happy to write romance and let things get a little spicy 🔥 but keep in mind I'll always end up fading to black...also no heavy gore, violence, body horror, things of that nature. I am very much a fan of writing whump and hurt/comfort though, so please send those ideas my way!

Tags for the series are:

#amethysts scribbling corner

I think that's all that going on with me right now...so yeah! I use this blog for my scribbling corner prompts as well as asks about any of my AUs or writing projects! I love getting the chance to ramble about my worldbuilding, so by all means, give me an excuse and I will make entire posts about that sort of thing!

Thanks for coming by! 💖

#intro post #fanfic #ao3 fanfic #hermitcraft #traffic smp #through the sky blue cracks #hermitshipping #worldbuilding #trafficshipping #life series #empires smp #traveling thieves au #amethysts scribbling corner

[cricketnationrise]

Hi!! My prompt:

3:47pm

The lake house on Lake LBJ

Oscar Diaz

Song for vibes: My Way DH by Rascal Flatts

Thank you!!! ❤️❤️❤️

ooooo Oscar was fun to write. note to self, must write more Oscar. anyway i listened to My Wish and immediately had 'dad thinking about his kids' vibes so please enjoy just over 600 words of oscar being happy for his children 💜🦗

read the rest of the ficlets here!

❤️🤍💙❤️🤍💙

3:47pm, lake lbj

It’s a special kind of surreal seeing both his kids in love.

Sure, June may not actually be dating Nora, but that’s a when, not an if, judging by the way Nora half-melts when June smiles at her and the special crinkle of June’s eyes when she watches Nora spout off ridiculous statistics. Oscar hasn’t seen that particular crinkle since June was with Evan. His heart swells with happiness for his oldest every time he spots her and Nora lost in each other’s company or trying to drown each other in the lake or communicating solely through raised eyebrows and quirked lips or when Nora hides her watery eyes when June sings Annie’s Song next to the campfire. They’re practically one brain, one soul even, split across two bodies and it’s stunning to witness.

Sure, Alex may not have admitted to himself that he’s in love with Henry, but Oscar would bet the lake house, his Senate seat, and much more besides, that Alex will figure his shit out soon, because he’s never seen his son like this before. 

Alex has always moved a million miles an hour, always put a ton of pressure on himself, always pushed himself to juggle a seemingly-impossible load. Oscar has seen the dark circles under his eyes when they video chat, has heard the exhaustion in his voice when Alex visits his Senate office, has noted the middle-of-the-night timestamp on one too many emails to think that Alex is completely fine. Oscar recognizes the signs of stress—both from himself and from when he and Ellen lived together—that have been increasing in frequency over the past year.

But lately, and this week in particular, Alex seems settled in his own skin—he’s practically aglow—and not because of the sunshine. Every time he sets eyes on Henry, or makes him laugh, or even just talks about him, Alex lights up. All through prepping the food earlier, Alex had kept glancing out the window, a fond smile on his face at the sight of Henry out on the dock refereeing the girls. Watching his son and Henry interact, it’s like there’s a whole other level of happiness that’s been unlocked. 

Alex’s carefully blank voice when he’d asked if his ‘friend’ Henry could come to the lake house had all of Oscar’s dad instincts sitting up. And his son’s anxious hand wringing when he’d introduced Henry had been enough to tell Oscar that this person was someone special to Alex, even if he’d never indicated he was interested in men before. Their conversation in the kitchen had been an unnecessary, but welcome, confirmation. 

All he’s ever wanted for June and Alex is for them to be safe and happy. The Texas sun shining down only highlights how content his kids are—it looks good on them both—and Oscar is beyond grateful he gets to witness it. He’s always wished for them to dream as big as they wanted to, for them to reach out and gather up all the love they can possibly hold inside. He’s always wanted them to have a comfortable place to land, a secure set of arms to fall into if life knocks them down. He’s always wanted them to know they can fly free, knowing someone loves them unconditionally. And sure, he and Ellen and Leo and all their extended family love Alex and June but— It’s immensely satisfying knowing that the universe has answered Oscar’s wish and led both of his children to their people.

He hopes they’re both brave enough to reach out and gather their loves close, and hang on tight through whatever life throws their way.

#cricket writes #historicallysam #ficlet fest 500 #rwrb #oscar diaz #schmoopy about his kids #as is right and proper

[koyunsoncizeri]

A lil maedhros animation.

I...am also finally sharing a lil fic? Ficlet with Mae x Oc - angst and fluff. Under the cut!

I would be SO grateful if y'all would tell me what ya think :') !!! Especially my writing mutuals!! ♥️

Dove彡

"Don't go…" he softly whispered to the small figure lying next to him. "You don't have to go, little dove…"

She opened her eyes slowly. She'd been awake for sometime, she'd feigned sleep to feel his hand smooth over her hair, and caress her cheek, just to savor the warm feeling he radiated.

"I can't stay, elf lord." she said slowly. He glanced away when their eyes met. She smiled. There was something so innocent and childlike about this otherwise intimidating elf.

"Don't call me that…"he sighed, and turned to lie on his back. 

"I'm sorry…my lord." she grinned. He rolled his eyes but pulled her to his side. She pressed her body against his and rested her hand on his chest. 

"Why?" he asked after some time, but there was a defiance in his voice. He still saw this as an argument he could win…and convince her to stay. 

They'd met a week ago, when she asked for a sanctuary at their gates. It was apparent she was on the run for some time. He ordered them to open the gates and assist the human, which he later realized because she was tiny. The memory brought a smile to his lips and he turned his head to press a small kiss to her forehead. She opened her eyes, she was about to fall asleep in this elf's arms. She returned the loving gesture by kissing his neck, but a surprised gasp from him stopped her. Instead, she smiled gently at him, and assumed her former position.

"There is no life for me here,"she said. 

He fell silent.

He knew she was right, she would be better off living as far from him, and here as possible, and yet… he wanted her, selfishly, irresponsibly. He frowned, he felt bad to even entertain the idea; this was not like him at all.

"There can be," He chastised himself as soon as the words left his lips, what was he saying? How could he promise something like that, when he had naught to offer, not his affections, nor security.

"I'm sorry my lord…" She leaned to him on her elbows, his eyelids fluttered at the sudden proximity. He held his breath when she reached for him, placing her hand gently on his cheek. His lip was caught between his teeth and he fought so hard not to turn his eyes away from hers. She caressed his cheek, then her hand combed lightly through soft locks of his russet hair. He sighed softly, and closed his eyes. 

"I shall remember all that you have said, all that you have made me feel," she whispered, and pressed a soft kiss on his forehead, and he quickly opened his eyes. "I shall remember the quiet and kind laughter of yours and the soft touch of your hand."she kissed his cheek. "I shall cherish every moment you have kindly graced me with your presence, every glance you bestowed upon me." She cupped his face. "You shall forever remain in my heart, and I hope to be in yours at least for a while," she gently smiled, and wiped the tear that rolled down from his cheek when he tried to blink it away. She pressed her lips softly on his, and he welcomed her. He deepened the kiss as she let herself fall on her back and he followed her; covered her much smaller frame with his large one, trying to burn how good she felt under him into his memory. 

Next day came too soon, and with that last goodbye.

"Farewell, my little Dove. May winds always favor you."

#silmarillion #the silmarillion #jrr tolkien #maedhros #maitimo #feanorians #sons of feanor #maedhros the tall #maedhros x oc #maedhros x reader

[effervescentdragon]

Piarles “we shouldn’t be doing this”

Por favor 🥺🐶

@mssr-monagato i love you.💕 this is only written because i got inspired by @hourcat @wolfiemcwolferson and @singsweetmelodies writing series of wonderful ficlets and i need the softness. (shooting myself for that gaffe rn btw) ❤️

The days are cold, but the nights are even worse.

Pushing through the lines on the Eastern front is hell. Charles knew people who thought Hell was hot were absolutely wrong. Hell was frozen land and frozen toes and frozen noses. It was cold metal of rifles and clumsy fingers that pulled the triggers. It was red streaks on dirty snow that used to be white once upon a time.

Charles used to love snow. In his memory, it was always pure white and it was always synonymous with joy. The muddy, red-and-brown streaked snow his boots fall into underneath his feet brings him only sorrow. It feels like a metaphor for this war, or maybe for life.

"You're so romantic, calamar," Pierre tells him when Charles shares his thoughts with him that night. They are both on watch. They rarely separate these days, and the watch is no exception. Their unit is sleeping in an abandoned house they found on their way East, always East, always further into the desolate freezing enemy teritory. "How do you still think of poetry when we are-" he waves his hands around, shaking his head "- here?"

Charles chuckles softly. There is no fire, they don't dare light one in case they are discovered, and the night bites at Charles' cheeks. The sky above them is covered in clouds, and the moonlight isn't enough to see anything clearly. It would be beautiful, if Charles weren't so cold all the time.

"Don't you think it's beautiful?" he asks Pierre. "There is beauty in despair."

Pierre shakes his head. "No," he says, much more sharply than Charles expected him to. "There is nothing beautiful in fucking despair. There is nothing beautiful in death, Charlo."

"You're Catholic, Pierre," Charles says, hurt for some reason. "Isn't that the whole point? That death is something to welcome?"

Pierre's brow furrows. He puffs out a breath of air and it's visible, that's how cold it is.

"I thought so," Pierre says after a moment. "I really thought so. And then we came here, and..." he trails off. Charles keeps looking at him, waits him out. "There is nothing beautiful here."

Charles smiles. "You're beautiful."

Pierre flinches, looking arou d with wide eyes. "Charles," he starts, a bit frantic, "we can't-"

Charles moves closer to him. "Why not?" He's whispering now, close enough to Pierre that he can hear Pierre's every breath. "Nobody is here. Everyone is sleeping. Our shift changes in two hours. There is nobody around for miles." He presses his cold nose to Pierre's cheek, breathes the next words to the corner of Pierre's mouth. "Why not?"

He feels more than sees Pierre swallow. "We shouldn't be doing this," Pierre says. His breath is warm when it hits Charles' skin. He's too cold to get aroused properly, but ut doesn't matter. It's not about that. It's just about Pierre.

"But I'm desperate," he whispers. "Desperate to kiss you. Desperate to feel you. I haven't tasted you for days, I haven't had you for months, Pierre, I can't-"

Pierre kisses him. Their rifles clank against each other, and they separate for a moment. Nobody stirs; nobody comes to check on them. They move the rifles out of the way, and in a moment Pierre is pulling him close, his mouth warm on Charles', his cold nose pressing into Charles' cheek. The leather of his gloves presses into Charles' neck and Charles shivers, desire and cold mixing and making his head spin.

"It won't be this war that kills me," Pierre whispers between kisses. "It will be you."

Charles grabs onto the lapels of Pierre's coat. "Nothing will kill you. Only petites morts, my love," Charles says, and Pierre chuckles.

"When all of this is done, we will go home, and we won't leave the bed for weeks, and you will die many times, and you will come back to me many times, Charles." Pierre's eyes shine with intensity. "I will bring you back every time, and then give you one more, and another, and another."

Charles nuzzles into Pierre's cheek. "You promise?" he asks softly, because he needs to hear it. Because he needs it to be true.

"I swear," Pierre replies. "I swear, my love."

Charles, despite everything, believes him.

#effervescentdragonwrites #my writing #piarles #f1 rpf #this is for all of you #thank you for inspiring me #<3333333

[theminecraftbee]

Hey bee! I’m sure you’ve gotten this ask before, sorry, but I am leaving the dream fandom due to being very uncomfy supporting him re:the recent situation. I’m planning on focusing on the other side of Minecraft YouTube for now and was wondering if you had blog recs for third/last life and hermitcraft?

hey! welcome to the hermitcraft fandom! we're a cool place to hang out i think personally. uh, be warned that i'm often bad at recs because i have the memory of a squirrel, so if there isn't someone on here that isn't because we aren't friends/aren't cool mutuals/i don't like them, it's because i am naming the first people i think of, which is not always people in a sensible order. also i tried to stick to hermitcraft guys more than traffic or empires guys here because i did not realize you said third/last/double life when i first read this ask WHOOPS.

also i saw the other list i was tagged in by @griancraft, i am EXTREMELY flattered, that list is here, and i have tried not to put any names that are repeats from there. i am vouching in general for a lot of the people on there though.

ALSO also before we get into the names: GO FIND YOUR OWN FRIENDS! one of the ways i do this personally is that i just... browse through the hermitcraft tag occasionally and stick a bunch of stuff in my queue and if i see a person crop up a lot i follow them because clearly i like what they're doing! sometimes also when i was a smaller blog if someone showed up in my notes a lot i'd also show up! uh, just in general, find other 'smaller' guys too! i have, as i said, tried to stick to people i thought you weren't already going to be following, but let it be known that i have no sense of scale anymore so i don't know who is considered "big" or not on here the scale may be WILDLY out of proportion. FIND YOUR OWN PEOPLE it's very fun to find people yes yes.

@dmwrites and/or @simplydm (her main) does very cool writing. i am a big fan of all of her ficlets. if you are following me for the writing let me direct you that way to ALSO get a lot of good ficlets.

speaking of other cool writers in the fandom. @mawofthemagnetar writes eldritch horror keralis and a bunch of other fics that are cool. also one of the people on my dash who is an xb understander, you know?

@fluffy-papaya and @betweenlands wrote dog at the door and a bunch of other stuff i like (plus fluffy's art is very cute). also i know solar and solar is cool... albeit. mostly not a hermitcraft blog at this point. but still. deserves to go here, be wary they will get you into a minecrafter you've never heard of. i still need to watch secret rivals. soon,

also on the cool writer list is @sixteenth-days, who writes hermit archives and also a bunch of other cool things!

@redwinterroses is someone i originally followed from more of the traffic side of the fandom but i recommend following her, she's pretty chill.

someone who i like a lot as both an artist AND a writer is @silverskye13. still need to catch up with monsters splitting hairs, love the artstyle, all their hels takes are good.

another cool artist and writer is @kiwinatorwaffles, lots of good xisuma, evil x, zedaph stuff over here from what i've seen.

@quaranmine runs the absolutely necessary @mcyt-cats blog. has the watcher grian takes i tend to actually trust, haha. she's pretty cool as far as general hc/mcyt blogs go.

@luigra does REALLY cute art i love the colors she uses and her style it always makes me feel soft and happy. also, of course, a fellow joe hills enthusiast. always important, us joeguys stick together like this.

speaking of fellow joeguys. @12u3ie probably knows more about joe than me. has been around here longer. fellow joeguys represent.

one last joeguy. hi @concorp. e does cool art and has a lot of good general hermitcraft stuff going on. also, as mentioned: fellow joeguy. also they do @badlydrawnhermitcraft and have been a guest on joe's show before!

@shadeswift99 feels like a pillar of the community to me. they run the @hermitcraftheadcanons blog, if you haven't been there before. they also do writing good and tend to know a lot of people who have been around a while. cool person.

i like @closet-thing's art a lot. tends to be somewhat horror-focused if that isn't your thing but if you, like me, DO like horror stuff, then you're in for a treat.

i am also a big fan of @jestroer's art. it has a very... i don't know the word for it but the style is very distinct and i like it. fluffy? if that's a bad word for it. i am sorry. i don't know how to describe art. anyway recommend.

@bdoubleowo is a good general mcyt blog! she does very nice art as well. the sexy fish animatic is scott smajor approved, you know.

uhhhh last one for now @girltimeswithscar has such good character designs. i am in love with how they draw skizzleman. also their mumbo. also their bdubs. also just their takes about bdubs in general. bdubs takes good.

as i said before... if a name isn't on this list it's because i don't have object permanence if you are not in front of me RIGHT NOW i do not remember you are there. i have MANY OTHER COOL MUTUALS AND BLOGS I'M FOLLOWING AND BUDDIES AND STUFF, and THERE ARE MANY BLOGS THAT ARE COOL. THAT I DO NOT FOLLOW YET. this fandom is full of so many cool and creative people! go! seek them out!

#answered #guessimherenow #discourse #<- barely. mentions the dream thing discusses no details #(for the record. please do not send me asks about it or bring it up. we are not talking about that here because it makes me feel like shit) #however my desire to talk cool people up has totally beaten the fact that i Do Not Want To Talk About Dream #so here's me talking some very cool people up! :D tried to go with people i thought you might have not already been directed to

[chloenotfound404]

Do you have any lee headcanons for all four papas?

~Spooky 🎃

AHH OK OK BRAINROT! I’ve been thinking of this for so long!

Also, first submission HC! Sorry it took a bit longer than expected! I know it’s not the best and there’s so much more I wanna write but I wanna save that for fics, hope this is at least decent! ❤️

(Also more commissions and promos are welcomed! Any fics, ficlets, HCs I’ll do for ghost!)

Primo-

Extremely ticklish but would never admit it. Ever. Not even on his death bed.

He would try and act all stoic and tough but he would just crumble if someone poked his sides slightly or if a ghouls tail grazes his stomach.

Rough tickles get him the most and drive him up the wall. Extra points for raspberries and nibbling.

Practically ticklish everywhere but his hips, ribs and knees break him in an instant.

1000% a squeaker and giggler. His laugher would be so high pitched and out of character for him.

He would try and ride it out, not wanting to be ‘weak’ in his eyes by pleading or begging for mercy.

Always would find degrading teases the most flustering from his high position he held, he always got embarrassed by how you would tease him over it.

Oh, also, always expect retaliation instantly. This bitch doesn’t hold back.

Secendo-

Not as ticklish as the rest of his brothers, but there are some spots that get him giggling.

Not lee as often as ler, not liking the feeling of weakness all too much.

Much like primo, rough tickles are where it’s at. They get him cackling instantly. Fingers, tools- anything would work if it’s in the right spot.

His stomach and thighs being the biggest soft spots for him. His sides and armpits would pull out giggles too.

A giggler and cackler for sure, his laugher would never be high pitched but instead low and gruff.

Teases would only make his laugher grow and his cheeks flush redder, he would be a squirmed for sure.

Terzo-

This ass is a lee and he’s not even shy about it.

He would always provoke you to tickle him since it flustered the hell out of him to ask. And on the off Chance he did ask, he would always stutter and hesitate, fumbling with his hands as he would try to muster the courage.

He would always initiate tickle fights, loving the playful nature of them. He would never win though, his height putting him at a disadvantage too.

Ticklish everywhere. Like absolutely EVERYWHERE. Pokes to his stomach, legs, sides, ribs, armpits- he would just crumble into giggles on the spot.

Defiantly a snorter. His laugher would just be so bubbly and lively that it was almost impossible to stop tickling him.

Light tickles work wonders in him, they drive him up the wall.

I’d imagine he has a secret stash of tickle tools ready for when he wanted to be wrecked by you.

Copia-

Oh this man, he’s too cute.

A lee to the max level, and unlike Terzo, he’s extremely shy about it.

So so so easy to fluster, this man is adorable. Just wriggling your fingers above his tummy would have him giggling helplessly.

Loves all the teases and blushes instantly upon hearing them. Babyish teases get to him the most.

Ticklish everywhere, not just like giggly ticklish but hysterical and cute ticklish. Pokes, squeezes, scritches, nibbles- anything drives him insane after a short while.

His feet, neck, hips, tummy (because cute pudge) and thighs get this man snorting up a storm. He would hide into you to muffle them as much as possible.

He doesn’t care what types of tickles he gets, as long as he’s getting tickled, he doesn’t care.

This man cackles, snorts, hiccups- all the cutest forms of laughter. He would always try to cover his mouth as he laughs. (Also squeaky and childish laugher- change my mind I dare)

Too shy to ask, such a lee at heart. Defiantly just sidles up to you and looks at you and your hands in silence.

BONUS- his rats would always find their way up his shirt when he would be playing games or lounging, eliciting sudden squeals and hiccups as they rummage around and nibble.

#tword content #tword community #ticklee #tickler #the band ghost #ghost hc #the band ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost headcanons #primo emeritus #Secendo emeritus #terzo emeritus #copia emeritus #papa emeritus iii #papa emeritus primo #papa secondo #papa iv #papa emeritus #ghost band #papa emeritus x reader

[andiwriteordie]

Andi congrats on 1.5k!!!!!!!!!! Ily. I am bad with short prompts ngl and uhhh I was writing an ask out and then I think I forgot about it???? Like I think I fully exited the app and deleted it so uhhhhhhhhhhhhh yeah no I got nothing ily 💕💕❤️💕

(??? Idk if it sent and I think it was something something monopoly.)

thank you so much, toy!!!! also huge bummer that you lost your original ask hahaha, but hey! i hope that you enjoy this silly little ficlet featuring the wheeler-byers-hopper family! set about 10 years after the mess of the upside down, so will and mike are about 27-28 years old here. :)

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you didn’t cheat (but you’re still a traitor)

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, Will… It’s not that big of a deal!”

“‘Not that big of a deal?’ What do you mean it’s not that big of a deal, Mike? Of course, it’s a big deal! How could you do this to me? To us?”

“...Will, I love you, but you’re being ridiculous.”

“Ridiculous? I’m being ridiculous? You cheated, Michael!”

“Oh, for the love of…” Mike groans, running a hand through his hair. “You say this every time we play Monopoly, Will! I didn’t cheat!” 

Will narrows his eyes at his fiancé, and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Oh, really?” he asks suspiciously. “Then, you want to explain to me how you always seem to win Monopoly?”

Mike gives him a look back, gesturing to the rest of their family, who really doesn’t seem to care that Mike just cheated at Monopoly again. “Because our family sucks at Monopoly,” he deadpans. “And yet, you still make us play it every year.” 

“Because I want to prove that you’re cheating!”

Another exasperated groan escapes his fiancé’s lips, and he falls back onto the floor dramatically. “Is no one going to help me?” Mike grumbles. “Anybody?”

“Nope,” Jonathan deadpans.

“Nuh uh,” Nancy says with a yawn.

“This is much funnier,” El adds. “Especially since you said that we suck at Monopoly.”

Mike holds up his middle fingers at the three of them, then he turns to look at Will’s parents. “Joyce? Hop?”

“Oh, now look at you,” Will accuses, and he playfully throws a pillow at his fiancé’s face. “Trying to turn my own damn parents against me. I’m breaking up with you.”

Mike sits up, and he gapes at Will. “You wouldn’t.”

“Try me.”

“Will,” Will’s mom says, rolling her eyes. “Honey, you are being a little dramatic.”

“It is funny though,” Hop says with a chuckle. “Even if every damn person here knows you’d never break up with Wheeler. Unfortunately.”

“Asshole!” Mike calls, and he chucks the pillow Will had just thrown at him towards Hop. To absolutely no one’s surprise, Mike misses spectacularly.

 “Listen, I just think that it’s really funny you’re calling me a cheater, Byers,” Mike declares, turning and meeting Will’s gaze. There’s a playful glint in his eyes, and as he crosses his arms over his chest, Mike adds, “Especially since this entire family is full of traitors.”

Before Will has a chance to respond, Mike begins pointing to everyone in the room. “El likes to cheat when we play Operation. She uses her powers and just hides the blood. I’ve seen her do it.”

A panicked look forms on El’s face. “I do not—”

“Jonathan and Nancy have both cheated at Settlers of Catan,” Mike adds. “You remember that time we all played as teams since there were too many of us, and they won and were insufferable about it? Yeah, it’s because Nancy convinced Jonathan to cheat.”

Nancy’s face turns bright red. “Okay, I did not—”

“Mom and Dad usually don’t care enough to cheat,” Mike says with a shrug. “Unless we’re playing poker. Then both of them are dirty little cheaters.”

Will’s parents both exchange a look with each other, and Will gapes at them. “Mom? Dad?” 

“Sorry, sweetie,” Will’s mom says with a sheepish laugh. 

“You literally won so much money off me when we were here for Thanksgiving!” Will protests.

“And that money went to paying for all of your Christmas gifts,” Hop deadpans, gesturing to all the gifts under the tree. “You’re welcome.”

Mike just smirks triumphantly, and he leans across the coffee table, looking at Will now. “And you, my dearest William,” he says with fake sweetness, “my best friend in the entire world… the love of my life… you have a lot of gall accusing me of being a cheater… when, in fact, you love cheating at UNO of all games.”

“I don’t cheat at UNO!” Will protests, narrowing his eyes at his fiancé. “How the hell would you cheat at UNO anyways?”

“You always like stacking the +4 cards,” Mike huffs. “When clearly the rules say that you can’t do that.”

“Everyone stacks the +4 cards, Michael!” Will exclaims, throwing his hands up in the air. “As long as we all agree to play that way, it’s not cheating!”

“Well, I didn’t agree to play that way, William,” Mike parrots back in the same exasperated tone. “Ergo, you’re cheating!”

“...Oh for the love of…” Will runs a hand through his hair, and he glares playfully at his fiancé. “You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.”

A little smirk forms on Mike’s face. “No, I’m not,” he says stubbornly. “You get too cold at night and like to use me as a personal space heater. So, once you stop being a sore loser, you’ll come downstairs and beg me to come back.”

Will gapes at his fiancé, and Mike just smiles innocently, as if to say, Tell me I’m wrong.

(He’s not wrong, of course. But Mike doesn’t need to know that.)

“I hate you,” Will decides to say, shoving the monopoly board towards his fiancé. “I hate you very, very much.”

A grin forms on Mike’s face, and he sits up, leaning across the coffee table. He tugs on the collar of Will’s flannel and pulls him into a kiss. “I love you too.”

#andi's asks #wheeler byers hopper family #byler #byler ficlet #andi writes not dies

[whataboutthefish]

About me

HI there, I’m Fishie!

If you have come here from my Stranger Things work, welcome.

I’m just finding my feet in this fandom, I fell for those wonderful gifs of Eddie and binged the show. I am now fully immersed and latched on with the obsession of a new hyper-fixation.

I’m a multishipper and enjoy and write any combination of Steddie, Harringrove and metal sandwich/harringroveson, Hellcheer, drumcheer, Stopper, Whopper, the list goes on!

I’m a fandom old, and I have no tolerance for any fandom hate, I’m proship and I also write dead dove content. I won’t stand for hate on any character or ship, regardless of my opinion of them.

I’ve been blessed since I joined this fandom with the amazing interactions I’ve had with people. I’ve met some amazing creators and the support from readers is so awesome.

I accept prompts and headcanons, I love interacting with people and bouncing ideas around.

I will write most things, if you’re unsure I’m happy to talk about it, I don’t kink shame. My favourite flavor of fic will always be Alpha/beta/omega dynamics, ageplay is a close second. I have no problem switching tops and bottoms.

My asks are always open if you want to chat!

Below are my tumblr ramblings about Omega Steve/Alpha Eddie

The drabble that started it all - Pen Pal Steddie A/b/o

The continuation Pen Pal Steddie a/b/o part 2

This is when I made myself and all of you sad talking about Omega Steve and his nest iykyk read with a tissue

Some angst fix it a/b/o Steddie plus Uncle Wayne

New Years Eve True mates first kiss

Unplanned pregnancy Single Mom Omega Steve

While you were sleeping, here on tumblr and also on ao3

A little thing about Alpha Eddie’s nest

Boarding school au - Omega/omega

Nesting angst - omega steve, pre steddie, religious trauma, neglect

whumpy a/b/o Steddie thoughts. Eddie lives, Steve has ptsd

Harringroveson ficlets

Metal sandwich (harringroveson) a/b/o ptsd

Ao3 - I’m what_about_the_fish on Ao3

one shots

We could plant a house, we could build a tree  -  Steddie, breeding kink

While you were sleeping - Steddie, omegaverse, mpreg

Finger Food - Steddie, double date, smoking weed, love

Find the Light -  Steddie, omegaverse, ptsd, nesting

Harrington’s Milk Bar - Steddie omegaverse, omega Eddie, prime alpha Steve, breast milk

If I should fall - Steddie, omegaverse, sex pollen

Show off - pre-steddie, Steve/unnamed female, voyeurism, exhibitionism

You can be my sugar, baby - Harringrove, omegaverse, alpha/alpha

Dear Mumma - Steddie, teen and up, mentions of suicide and mental health problems

I need to know - Hellcheer, voyeurism masturbation

Push and Pull - Eddie/Billy, D/s, sub Billy, Dom Eddie, bratting, pain play, discipline, punishment, aftercare

Take my hand, take my heart - Steddissy, A/B/O, Alpha Chrissy, Alpha Eddie, omega Steve, D/s, Dom Chrissy, speed dating, threesome

Everybody wants you - Harringrove - Song fic, rockstart Billy, Popstar Steve, Enemies to lovers

Alpha Darling - Steddie, A/B/O, D/s, Omega Steve, Alpha Eddie, Dom Steve, Sub Eddie, public play, topping from the bottom

multi chapter

Yeah, you made me feel    - Steddie, Omegaverse, Virgin Steve, hs au NOW COMPLETE

I’ve been in Chains - Steddie, omegaverse, sex slavery, rescue, healing, trauma

Sweet Drop - Stopper, omegaverse, traditional values, collared, spankings, domestic discipline

Sweet child of mine - Stopper, mpreg chapters related to Sweet Drop

One nest to rule them all - Collection of all my above threads in one place on Ao3

It’s a lonely world when everybody knows your name - Steddie Big bang A/B/O alpha Steve, omega Eddie, 90′s supermodel fasion au COMEPLETE

Made for you, Made for me - Billy/Hopper, A/B/O, omega Hopper, Alpha Billy, true mates, COMPLETE

And then you came - Harringrove Big Bang - D/s universe, Sub Billy, Dom Steve, daddy dom, Baby brat, slow burn, collars, D/s themes, kneeling, Dom voice  COMPLETE

ART?

One thing I love to do is horrible edits, I play with making gifs and video edits. I take great pleasure in abusing the small amount of skill I have and using it for evil.

Fire Elmo but make it Stranger Things

A Strange new dawn - Jim Hopper/Charlie Swan - the ship you never knew you needed, video edit

Don’t mess around with Jim - Hopper gifset

You might not like her - Chrissy’s Story video edit

Eddie Munson - Death by rock and roll video edit

More Serious Art

Back in the Saddle by @violetkaos - art for ST rare pair big bang - Steve/Eddie/Dmitri - cowboy au.

Take me away (A secret place) by @jordyn-undead art for ST  rare pair big bang - Steve/Dmitri - Steve is taken to Russia

This is where we part ways if you don’t enjoy content of the dead dove variety. I hope you’ve enjoyed you time here.

For those of you who do partake in a dove or two, below are links to my dead dove fics. All are clearly labeled and tagged.

Dead Dove

My arms will hold you, baby    - Hopper/Reader, Omorashi, piss kink

The Ultimate Sin - Steddie-spree, twincest, incest, omegaverse, camboy,

Monsters in my bed  - Steddie, extreme gore, non con, demon Eddie

This darkened street we travel - Steddie, serial killer Eddie, dark Steve, murder, fucking

Daddy’s Boys - Steve/Billy/Hopper - Little/caregiver au, little steve, little Billy, Daddy Hopper, sex... so much sex

Two of my favourite things - Steddie, ageplay, forced regression

Baby love, our baby love - Steddissy - age play, sexual age regression

Two of my Favourite things - Steddie, age play, forced regression, watersports, diapers

Daddy’s boys - Hopper/Steve/Billy - age play universe, sex aged up and down, extreme dead dove - read tags

Drink up - mungrove, omorashi, watersports, public play, dom drop, aftercare

#about me #pinned intro #fanfiction #my writing #my edits #my gifs #stranger things #current fandom #steddie #metal sandwich #harringrove #harringroveson #stopper

[aloysiavirgata]

Hi there!

May I ask a few writing questions (which, might sound like I’m actually trying to demand more Henry fics, but I swear are genuine questions, although I would always welcome more Henry fic):

(1) Creatively, what inspires you to create a universe with full storylines from beginning to end (like, say, the Dryad fics, or Waters of Babylon/Petrichor/Singing of Mount Abora VERSUS creating a universe (like with the Henry universe) and keeping it to out-of-order ficlets? Is it the different categories that inspire you differently (Dryad is family fic, Waters of Babylon through Abora are UST to RST, Henry are Scully/Other)? Is it because of the labor involved?

(2) In stories like the Henry stories, do you have a timeline set in your mind of where each ficlet takes place, or do you write without a timeline in your mind? Is it easier or harder to write without a timeline in mind? I have a Master document where I try and place your ficlets (both Henry and non-Henry) where they might sort of fit based on the details you provide but there are some where I just don’t know and just organize them by dates of publication, but it kills me when I don’t know what YOU, the author, intended when it’s your universe/your mind I’m eagerly entering and it made me wonder how/if dates/eras/season timelines, etc ever float around in your mind? Or, the decision-making process for why to sometimes include them, and sometimes not.

(3) For people like you and the Penumbras, Prufrock’sLoves, of the world, etc — you’re clearly gifted at writing, and I assume writing is an outlet of a sort for you. How do you contain that, or give that gift an outlet, during periods where you step away from the fandom and not write for months/years? I ask this as someone who does not have a gift or anything I’m especially good at (which is fine! I lead a full life regardless). I mean, take Henry! The Henry universe haunts me (in good ways, of course). At any given time. During a meeting at work, or while shopping for something that triggers XF thoughts and then I wonder about whether Scully and Henry finally parted ways on the best of terms so that Scully and Mulder can get back to making love inside a car in the rain guilt-free. (haha) And this universe isn’t real! And I didn’t write it! And… it still takes up time sometimes in my head. Wouldn’t this haunting be multiplied in yours since you’ve created all these universes? Are they always in the background of your mind? Do you compartmentalize them? Do you know the ending of the Henry universe, etc?

Basically, what happens in the mind of creative people? How does your brain function?

Weird, super big question, I know, but MAN, I will forever be sorry I missed the ATXC days, or the Livejournal days where I can dig up author postings where they provide more details about their stories/processes.

I just have so many questions for you guys!

Thank you for alllllll you do for the fandom.

First of all, thank you so much for this ask. It still blows my mind that people receive happiness from a hobby that brings me so much joy and relaxation.

I miss the ATXC days as well, and especially LiveJournal. The PornBattles on LJ, ironically, taught me to write.

1 - It’s really hard to say. A lot of my fic is inspired by gaps or frustrations created by 1013. On the one hand Mulder and Scully are these deeply complex people with nuanced backstories and on the other hand…??? David’s wedding ring stunt or Gillian giving Scully an affair with a married professor. Dryad came from a frustrated place that is due in part to Chris seeming to think that you can either be a parent or a complex individual. Plus it was fun to write that autopsy.

Henry was created by an ask that I loved because Scully DOES deserve better but also I want her with Mulder and I wanted to explore that conflict and make a reader feel it.

2 - Oh my gosh that is an amazing compliment! I don’t really have a solid timeline, I’m afraid. I am truly, truly absolutely shit at the WIP life. 🙃.

3 - I remain blown away by this praise. My career shift has allowed me to have a lot more creativity, though not writing per se. Writing is my favorite thing to do. I am a scientist at heart and I love cooking and baking and animals and fashion and home decor but I am most myself when I am writing. I’m usually thinking about writing, even when I’m not actively doing it. And I confess sometimes it is very strange he to be a Serious Adult with a Serious Job who is also running an internal monologue like “would uni-era Mulder thing vagina or cunt or pussy or some secret fourth thing?”

How does it end with Henry? She stays with him. Of course she stays.

Thank you, kind and sweet anon. You are a gem.

#inbox

[tllgrrl]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag @missamyshay !! Sorry for the delay. Some of these questions were hard to answer, so I ran away, then came back, and ran away, and I apologize for the ramblings.

If anyone has any questions/asks, feel free to…well…ask.

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1. How many works do you have on AO3?

70 (Note: Many, of them well under 1K words and one shots. When something starts on Tumblr, it pretty much also goes over to AO3. Even drabbles.)

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

163,518

3. What Fandoms do you write for?

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier - Marvel Cinematic Universe

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. One Quarter of a Year, 2. Language Lessons, 3. Welcome Home (the sequel to One Quarter of a Year), 4. A Front Yard Situation, 5. Bucky, Cass, and the King of Mardi Gras

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

Yes. I don’t always immediately respond, but I eventually do. Why respond? Because I’m already surprised that anyone reads a thing I wrote. No one is required to leave a comment. They can read and go on to the next, and they do. But if someone reads something I wrote, and wants to tell me that something about it made them want to tell me about it what they liked or what touched them and/or ask a question, or in one case complain about it? It’s an amazing thing to me, so much so that a comment always sends me back to read WTF I could have possibly written that made someone feel this.

6. What is a fic you write with the angstiest ending?

I haven’t written one with an angsty ending. Yet.

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

Hmmm…lemme think…

They’re all pretty happy, I think, but the most hopeful, heartfelt ending I think is at the end of Ndinawe when Sarah walks out of the therapist’s office building after her first ever session post-Snap/post-Return, and finds Bucky waiting for her with a little bunch of flowers.

I will leave it to readers to tell me what they think my happiest ending would be.

8. Do you get hate on fics.

There’s that one time someone liked, but complained about 6 words (2 short phrases) in a 300 word ficlet/triple drabble where Sarah and Bucky are in a very quiet and intimate moment, and he says something to her in isiXhosa, which we know he speaks. Then he says it in English, and then in Kreyol, which, in my headcanon, Sarah learned from her parents, who spoke Haitian Creole (Darlene’s family) and Louisiana Creole (Paul’s family). Because Louisiana.

This person was annoyed and couldn’t understand why anything other than English was being spoken even though the translation is in the story and a little Glossary is in the notes..

And when I tried to explain why I chose that and that in canon, Bucky and Sam both speak more than one language, the person commented back that didn’t want to read an explanation…which is why I wrote one anyway.

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

I write erotica. To my mind, smut is different. And I don’t like the word “smut’. Like how some people don’t like the word “moist”.

I write two middle-aged grownup adult people for whom Communication is important. Even if things are difficult or awkward, they still at least try.

Also, they’re perfectly able and willing to grab a Quickie, and I’ve written at least one Quickie, but in my stories so far, like to take their time when they have the opportunity. Someone once described it as making love “like adults: long, slow, luxurious”.

I think that’s the kind I write.

Maybe that didn’t describe the kind of “smut” I write. If anyone can describe it to me, please do!

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not yet. But I do have something in mind.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of and I hope not.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, but I would actually like to try to do that myself with help from Google Translate, Language Tutorials on YouTube, and the assistance of native speakers.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yes!! Bucky, Cass, and the King of Mardi Gras co-written with The @btwxsixesandsevens. The Paul & Darlene Ship Logs is a A Talk Like a Pirate Day day-long speed write, where @btwxsixesandsevens, wrote Bucky’s Journal entries and I wrote Captain Sarah Wilson’s personal ship logs. And also Snitches which was born from a funny “what would happen if” conversation with @shellyac75. I asked if I could embellish it, stretched it out and make a fic, and was given permission to play.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bucky Barnes & Sarah Wilson (aka SarahBucky or BuckySarah) from the minute Bucky made it a point to let Sarah know that he was there, and he saw her. And she saw him, right back.

That having been said, if I’d known, when I was a kid, that I could make up my own stories about characters I liked, there is one ship that I would have filled my PeeChee notebooks with: Lt. Nyota Uhura & Spock. Yes, long before JJ Abrams made them a thing, I, in my tweeny brain, felt like something was possible there with those two. Nurse Chapel be damned.

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

I don’t have one of those. I have a couple of Finished For Now stories that I have plans to revisit and continue, though. They’re not WIPs though. Plus, I’d never not finish a story.

16. What are your writing strengths.

Beats me. Someone who knows about writing techniques will have to tell me. I have been told that when reading my stories, a reader can see where they are and what’s happening.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I overthink and I think I get in the weeds when I write. I’m hyper critical, so I find fault with everything I write. Someone else will have to tell me what my weaknesses are in my writing. I know what they are in my process.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic.

(See #12j I’m not afraid of it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

The only fandom I’ve written for: The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.

That having been said, I may have inadvertently written a drabble/ficlet/thing as an answer to a question that was posed in a Firefly forum on Ravelry (a multi-use community website for knitters and crocheters) probably 20 years ago. People enjoyed it and one commenter said I should write fan fiction, which, at the time, I thought was ridiculous. If I can find it, I may post it on AO3 for shiggles, though the show is long gone. (I know that there are still Browncoats around.)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written.

This is a really hard question because I find fault with every thing I’ve written. Every single thing. And my answer can change sometimes a couple of times during the span of a day!

I’d rather people tell me their favourite, and why, (Soft suggestion: Please feel free!!) but if I had to pick one today right now:

One Quarter of a Year / Welcome Home

I consider these two a single story that has yet to be joined on AO3.

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Whew.

I am soft tagging @khululekile , @philtstone , @btwxsixesandsevens , @spinachgarden, @sarifinasnightmare and anyone who wants to jump in and play. Come on in! (If you’ve already been tagged, apologies! )

#asks answered #asks

[blindmagdalena]

THAT. ESSAY. OMG!!! My third eye was so blasted open I ended up writing a ficlet. It’s not my fault, I found huglander deleted scene!!!! are you okay with people sending you drabbles? Also I enjoyed season two SO MUCH but kripke owes me money for making me watch homelander buy a bitch roses only for her to fuck off long enough he feels stood up and has to burn them. There’s something so sad about his best attempts at romance being a little generic (still affectionate tho, just traditional, veryyyy traditional likely on purpose) because he seems so sure there’s a right way and a wrong way to express that he cares. Then that fic you wrote about his on-site maid and home cook getting roses in a very similar way absolutely healed me, amazing work! much love, first timer <3

omg! that's so exciting. yes, i would absolutely LOVE to read your ficlet! i love getting drabbles in my ask, it's like unwrapping a present. y'all are also always, always welcome to tag me in fics and things.

YES i feel exactly the same way! i'm very smitten with how Homelander's understanding of romance and love seems to come solely from movies and like, cheesy Kay jewelry ads. i wanted to utilize that a lot in the fic you mentioned, and tbh the sequel is just gonna continue to amp it up. he very much has a traditional hollywood view of love, and i really enjoy playing around with that. it's cheesy, but it's also so incredibly earnest. he really MEANS those gestures, and when he gets stood up, it's obvious how much that actually hurt him.

thanks again, darling! i look forward to your drabble!

#darling anon #ask and you shall receive #first time watcher anon #homelander x reader #homelander x you #homelander meta

[oumaheroes]

helloooo, i was wondering if you have any fruk birthday headcanons teehee. like do they get each other gifts, do they plan a party of sorts? btw i really super duper love your fics and ficlets!! thank you for writing and posting them <3

Thank you! 🥹❤

In nationverse, I think they'd give each other gifts but probably not for birthdays and probably not every year.

Mainly this is because I don't think they have fixed birthdays in the sense that humans do, or that the ones they use now are really modern in comparison to how old they are. Gift-wise, I think they're far more likely to be consistent with welcoming/ host presents, and festivities such as Christmas, rather than birthday celebrations.

It was a big deal once upon a time to travel -what we consider to be only short trips today used to take hours or days on horseback- and cross-country travel over the English Channel would have been an ordeal that resulted in staying somewhere for a while, several months at least. No quick trips across the channel for a weekend- oh no! You were there for a season or half a year at times (It's why in period dramas and books there's always someone staying in someone else's house for a few months. It took so long to visit friends that you expected, and would be expected, to live with them for a while)

Visiting with Royalty, visiting as ambassadors or nobility, or visiting as themselves with little better to do than see how the idiot across the water is getting on, Arthur and Francis would bring each other gifts as the formality of the occasion dictated. If someone important was watching, the gift was usually expensive, rare, and probably a chance to show off something new and desirable from one culture that the other didn't have. If they're alone together though, or in quieter, calmer times, the gift would be more sentimental or personal. Spices or fruits from somewhere new that they genuinely want the other to try. A new type of textile weave, dyed in blues and purples for them to wear. Something hand carved of an in-joke, or a beautiful piece of furniture that they know will suit the other’s taste.

This is going very far off tangent from your original ask lol

For birthday parties, in previous centuries no, they didn’t throw one for each other. Not enough money to waste, or they’d just committed war crimes against each other, or the politicking was too thick- it wasn’t a done thing and they wouldn’t wanted to in the slightest anyway. 15th century onwards it's still 'no', in terms of throwing a party on the other person’s behalf but Francis cannot help himself; Francis will throw himself a party. For little reason other than because he can.

Every other year or so (very consistently in the 1700's and much less so as the decades have gone on) Francis will open his house to the world and it will be the largest, flashiest, and most extravagant fucking thing you've ever seen. It would have been the talk of the European nobility for the year and Arthur would oftentimes have been found sulking in the gardens or on a balcony if he'd forced himself, or had been forced, to go. He's not a big party person (especially not of the sort Francis so enjoys), more so not one for throwing a party simply to celebrate himself and he would never even think to throw Francis one.

Nor Francis for him. It's not really their scene to be so public for each other and if they ever were to do it, it would be viewed with great suspicious and unease.

Human AUs though, yes 😌 They would give each other the best gifts and Arthur would make sure to throw Francis surprise birthday parties (which would be his favourite and what he would appreciate the most), and Francis would take Arthur out somewhere on a quiet date.

#aph england #hws england #aph france #hws france #fruk #aph fruk #hws fruk #arthur kirkland #francis bonnefoy #aph #hws #heroes headcanons

[thatcrazycrowgirl]

Greetings, my dear Shay mutual!!! (Have a cup of coffee in case you need it ☕and a hug in case you feel down 🫂)

Here to ask about our beloved Irish brogue and your darling OC Constance.

How did they meet?

Slow-burn or love at first sight?

Have you written a one-shot about them? If not, do you have one in mind?

A faceclaim for Constance?

And finally: If you could choose a song or music that just speaks volumes of these two, which song or music would it be? Or do you have a playlist about them?

So here it is! Sorry for asking so late!

Have a beautiful day, Shay mutual! 😊😊😊

Dear Shay Mutual, hello! :D

Thank you for much for the message, the hug, and the cup of coffee! All are welcome! Also, please forgive the SUPER LATE response to this message, but I was unable to write everything out sooner. So, if you're still around, I hope you can still enjoy reading about these two! Hope you are having a beautiful day, as well! ^_^

Now, onto my answers!

1. I actually haven't decided yet on exactly how or when they meet, though I can tell you that takes place in June 1756, after Shay has recovered under the care of Constance's parents-in-law, the Finnegans. That being said, before they meet proper, Constance DOES spot Shay in town, sporting her late husband's Templar coat - and let's just say, she immediately decides to have some strong, choice words with Barry and Cassidy!

2. Slow burn, ABSOLUTELY. Each can't deny the other is physically attractive, but with the still-grieving Constance initially unhappy with Shay inheriting her late husband's coat, and Shay still emotionally recovering from defecting from the Assassins, the sparks don't begin to fly until much later on! (Y'know, once they've had a chance to talk like actual adults? lol)

3. I haven't written any one shots yet, actually! But once I get things more solidified with them, I might! Maybe if I ever open up requests for ficlet prompts again, I'll offer them as an option!

4. My current faceclaim for Constance is the lovely Dominique Devenport!

5. And I do currently have a playlist for them, that I'm still adding to! But one song I will mention that ALWAYS reminds me of them is "Sirens" from the "Jane Eyre" musical. With all the references to the sea, the passionate frustration, and the underlining pining, I think it's just perfect for them! (Especially given some of the obstacles that come later on that prevents them from getting together just yet.)

Thank you so much again for your lovely message, I enjoyed answering it! And please, if you have any further questions, don't hesitate to ask! ^_^

#yes I know I used way too many exclamation points but I was excited to answer this okay? lol #anyway thank you again for this message! #I really need to focus on developing them more #Shay Cormac x OC #AC OC: Constance #ask replies

[hendolish]

Hii! 💓 If you keep taking ficlet requests do you mind writing Madders/Chilly with a bit of hurt/comfort? If it’s too vague I’ll be more specific, but I adore your writing I’m sure I’d love anything you do! Thank you <33

james maddison/ben chilwell | hurt/comfort ♡

“You letting me in or what?”

Madders asks as Ben hovers in the doorway for a fraction of a second too long, eventually moving aside to allow the other to slip past him into his room.

“Well,” Ben just says as he watches Madders make himself right at home by starfishing on the center of his bed, “Rivals and that now, aren’t we?”

Madders rolls his eyes at him before sitting himself up again. Ben finally shuts the door to join him, perching on the edge where the other man is still taking up all the room.

“We’ve been rivals for a while, mate.”

Madders reminds him as if he’d maybe forgotten, his mouth hooked in the semi-permanent grin that’s always on his face.

“You’re in London now,” Ben shrugs as he leans back on his hands, “S’different.”

That just earns him another eye roll.

“Whatever. Just because you’re captain now doesn’t mean you have to sit on your high horse.”

Ben frowns, but the glimmer in Madders’ eye tells him he’s definitely teasing. Sometimes it’s hard for Ben to tell, now that they don’t see each other so much anymore.

“Sounds like you’re jealous.”

He quips back easily, his tongue catching between his teeth as he teases and watches Madders protest to the contrary.

“What d’you want anyway?”

Ben asks once their back-and-forth bickering slows down; he’s pretty sure they drove their teammates round the bend with it when they were at Leicester together.

“What d’ya think?”

Madders counters, eyes watching him carefully from where they’re now perched side by side, and Ben doesn’t honestly know.

It can go either way with them; sometimes they go on acting like nothing has ever happened between them whilst at SGP, and sometimes Madders will want to spend hours on end in his room with him, nights included.

Ben doesn’t really know why they go on pretending sometimes. He’s pretty sure that at least most of the regular lads know what goes on between them. A culmination of years of hotel rooms shared and opportune empty locker rooms.

“You wanna stay?”

He asks simply instead, watching as Madders nods, wondering if he’ll see a hint of relief there, but if it’s there it’s quickly washed over by his visible excitement, “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Ben says, too busy thinking about the logistics of getting Madders’ cases to his room to adequately prepare himself for the other immediately springing on him to bring their mouths together.

It’s welcome, of course, just unexpected, and causes Ben to jerk backwards a little as Madders’ cheeky grin makes a reappearance before he’s tugging Ben back towards him and reconnecting their lips.

Madders tastes like the free coffee at SGP, which is good enough for Ben because he’d just woken up from a nap when the other had knocked and he could honestly do with some waking up.

Surging forward, Madders soon manages to swing a leg over where Ben is still sitting on the edge of the bed, straddling his thighs as he brings their bodies closer and deepens the kiss that Ben can’t seem to stop himself humming appreciatively into.

He lets himself go easily when Madders urges him to move up the bed, yet maybe does so with too much enthusiasm as he manages to hit his head on the wall in the process.

“Fuck.”

Ben half-curses and half-laughs out as he clutches the back of his head, more surprised than actually hurt. Still, it’s nice to have Madders staring down at him, concerned.

“Shit. You okay?”

And Ben really is because the walls are nothing but plasterboard, but because he’s enjoying this so much, instead he just hums noncommittally and rubs at the back of his head some more.

Madders still looks concerned when he finds his gaze again (perfect), and soon he’s reaching a hand to join Ben’s, testing the spot lightly as Ben pretends to wince a little.

“Sore?” He checks, and Ben nods his most pathetic nod, “I’m sorry.”

Madders looks so concerned that Ben almost starts to feel bad, but then he kisses him again, and it’s so different from all of the times before.

This is soft. An apology almost, but not.

It’s long, drawn out, and warmth-inducing, leaving sweetness on Ben’s lips as they tingle with ghost of the other’s as they retreat. Leaving their own whispers and promised secrets behind with him.

“Did that help?”

Madders asks, and Ben has to stifle a laugh at how serious he sounds about it but nods up at him all the same, trying not to think too much about how their legs are tangled together in the very best way.

“Much better.” He confirms.

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#tysm for this prompt !!! must admit i got a little carried away with the fluff part haha #but it was super fun to characterise these guys for the first time <3 if you have any more ideas please send them my way for sure! #england #england national team #england nt #england football #football #football rpf #ben chilwell #chilwell #james maddison #maddison #chilly #madders #Leicester #tottenham fc #tottenham hotspur #chelsea #chelsea fc

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