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The One That Got Away - Chapter Nine

Warnings: flirting, nerves, a tiny bit of angst if you squint.

Word Count: 1.9k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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“Good morning, Captain. How is my favourite patient today?” Y/N said as she walked into Dean’s room.

“I bet you say that to everyone in here, sweetheart!” Dean chuckled, and she giggled in response.

“I’ll leave you to it,” Bobby smiled as he stood to leave the room and gave them privacy - he hoped to talk, but he knew that wouldn’t happen while Dean was still a patient. Something about not dating patients or some bullshit.

“Thanks, Bobby,” Dean said, and Bobby nodded with a wink.

“What’s the latest, nurse?” Dean smirked at her, thinking–not for the first time–how beautiful she looked in her purple scrubs.

“Well, everything looks great, and your pain is manageable with over-the-counter meds now, so doc’s gonna bust you outta here today,” Y/N’s heart melted a little at the smile that lit up his entire face, making all the wariness leave him. She swore he looked ten years younger without stress and pain wrinkling his brow.

“Are you serious, Y/N/N?” Dean asked, and she nodded in amusement. “Well, Princess, that has got to be the best news I’ve had all week!”

“I’ll be glad to see you discharged,” she smiled softly as he tilted his head in hurt confusion. “It means you’ve healed, Dean. It means I’ve done my job, and you get to go home,” she giggled again as that bright smile broke out across his features.

“Have dinner with me?” Dean blurted out, and she bit her lip shyly.

“You’re supposed to be resting and taking it easy, De. You may be getting out of here, but your ribs still haven’t fully healed yet,” she tried to talk sense, but her resolve was failing the bigger his smirk got. That damn smirk would make her commit murder if he asked her.

“Well, the way I see it… I gotta eat… you gotta eat… why not eat together?”

“Dean…”

“Come on, Princess,” he said, and she swore if he brought out those damn puppy dog eyes… “I’m hardly able to cook you a three-course meal,” he chuckled as he gestured to himself. “But we do need to talk, and I’d like to do that sooner rather than later.

“I’ll order pizza from Gino’s and write down my address and phone number. Open invitation. Come if you want, or don’t. We need to talk, though, so if it’s not tonight, name the time and place, and I’ll be there.” Dean’s eyes were pleading with her, but before she could respond, there was a knock at the door, and he sighed in annoyance.

“Captain Winchester,” Dr Clark greeted cheerfully. “What do ya say we get you out of here today?”

“That’d be awesome, Doc,” Dean responded with a smile, but Y/N noticed it’d lost some of its happiness.

His eyes never left her as the doctor gave Dean her instructions for him to take it easy for another few weeks, and Y/N felt all her resolve disappear. 

“Alright, that’s everything from me. I’ll leave you in Nurse Singer’s capable hands. Take care of yourself, and take it easy for a few more weeks,” Dr Clark said as she handed Y/N his discharge papers and pain meds.

“Thanks, Doc,” Dean smiled tightly, and the doctor nodded and excused herself.

“Y/N-” he began to speak as soon as the door closed, but she cut him off before he could finish.

“Yes,” she grinned.

“Yes?” Dean repeated in shock.

“Yes. I’ll come over for dinner,” Y/N explained, and Dean didn’t think he could smile bigger. “On one condition.”

“Name it, Princess,” he answered immediately.

“I’ll cook for us,” Y/N insisted.

“No, I can’t ask you to do that,” he argued.

“Okay, first, you’re not asking. I’m offering. And second, you’ve been eating shitty hospital food for a week. You need a proper meal, De. I get off at four today. I’ll head home, get changed, go to the store, and then come over. Good?” The tone in her voice left Dean absolutely no room to argue back.

“Good. Looking forward to it,” Dean winked, and she smirked back at him.

“I’ll take this to the pharmacy and put your papers at the desk. Do you need some help getting dressed, or will you manage on your own?”

“You offering, sweetheart?” he smirked, pumping his eyebrows suggestively and laughing when she rolled her eyes at him.

“I’ll call Ash in to help if you don’t behave!” she laughed loudly at Dean’s mock look of horror.

“Thought so, handsome!” she winked as she turned to leave the room.

Y/N’s shift was finally over; this was the first time since starting here that she was grateful to finish on time. It seemed to be an unwritten rule at Memorial for the nurses to come in a half hour early for a full handover of patients and to take over any emergencies for those about to finish to get home on time.

She also noticed how everyone was happy to cover for everyone else; Jess came in early one day last week to allow Missouri Moseley time to go home and get ready for her son’s birthday party. Not to mention, Kevin Tran had stayed on for two hours this morning, allowing Jess to take her time at her antenatal appointment.

Seeing a family dynamic amongst the nursing staff with no hint of tit-for-tat attached to favours was refreshing. What surprised Y/N most was that no one noted what hours they covered and for whom. If this were Chicago, a whiteboard in the nurse’s break room would be filled with I.O.U notes.

Once she got home, she went straight for a shower, beyond grateful Jody had allowed her to replace and decorate however she wanted. Her nerves about going to talk to Dean had made her more nervous than she’d ever been, to the point that the tension in her shoulders was bringing her pain. Boy, did she need the pressure from the power shower she’d installed beating down on her right now!

Dressing in dark jeans, a white shirt and brown ankle boots, Y/N blow-dried her hair and tossed it into a messy bun. She scolded herself for thinking far too long about how much makeup to put on. When she was working, it was easier and much more practical to be bare-faced, but this was… well, she wasn’t sure what this was and finally settled on a light coat of foundation and some mascara.

She’d been on edge all day, and her emotions were everywhere. The scenarios of how tonight would go had been running through her mind since telling Dean she’d come over for tonight. Could they be friends? Could they try to be together again? Did he even want her to stay? Fuck, did he want anything with her?

Sure, he’d flirted with her in the hospital, but it was Dean fucking Winchester. He flirted with everyone with breasts, so that wasn’t anything to go on. Y/N knew she would have to play her cards close to her chest until she could figure out what was going on in his mind about her being back.

Checking her reflection for the last time, Y/N grabbed her purse, checked that she had everything she’d need for the evening and threw on her jacket. She left the apartment and quickly locked up before the doubts could creep in further, and she just called this whole thing off.

Pulling up next to the curb, Y/N couldn’t help her wide smile seeing the Impala parked in the driveway. John always promised to hand it over to Dean on his eighteenth birthday, and she desperately wished she could’ve been there to see it.

Killing the engine, she took a few deep breaths to calm her frazzled nerves and steady her composure. Once she felt more centred, she threw her purse over her shoulder and exited the car. Opening the trunk, she grabbed the groceries, and after one final deep breath, she walked up the path.

It was a beautiful house and looked to have at least three bedrooms on the second floor. The white picket fence looked freshly painted, and the lawn was neatly mown. She saw wicker furniture and a swing on the well-maintained porch. She thought the only thing that could make Dean’s house more inviting would be some colourful plants and flowers or some window boxes.

Y/N rang the doorbell and stepped back, turning around to take in the neighbourhood. Dean had done well for himself settling here. It was the kind of place he used to tell her about–his dream home–and that made her happier than she’d been in a long time.

“Hey,” Dean’s voice broke her from her thoughts, and she spun on her heel to face him, a content smile still gracing her face.

“Sorry, I was just admiring the neighbourhood,” Y/N explained with a chuckle. “Seems like a nice place.”

“Yeah, it’s great here,” Dean said as he moved away from the doorway, gesturing for her to enter. “It’s close to the station, Sammy and Jess live two blocks away, Benny three, and it’s not too close for unannounced visits from my parents!” Dean grinned at her laugh. “Are you settling into Jody’s place?” he asked.

“Uh, yeah. It took a while to get used to it because it’s so much quieter than I’m used to,” Y/N laughed. “My first night back in town, I stayed at Uncle Bobby and Jody’s place. I didn’t sleep at all because it was silent!”

“Really?” Dean chuckled, his eyebrows raising comically.

“Really!” she laughed. “My apartment in Chicago was downtown. The all-night traffic, sirens and drunken college students were like a lullaby to me! To be out in the middle of nowhere without even a ticking clock was a little bit unnerving!” she said as she followed him through to the kitchen and placed the bag of groceries down on the counter.

“Here, let me take your jacket,” Dean said.

“No, it’s fine. I don’t want you to over-exert yourself. I just got you out of the hospital. I’ll be damned if you end up back in ‘cause of me,” Y/N said as she put her purse next to the groceries, shrugged her jacket off, and hung it over one of his dining chairs.

“Now, sit,” she commanded, and he smirked over at her.

“Still bossy, I see,” Dean chuckled as he sat on a breakfast stool. Y/N smirked but chose to ignore him as she washed her hands.

“How are you feeling?” Y/N asked, turning back towards him, her soft gaze trained on his, clearly showing her concern.

“I’m fine, Y/N,” Dean replied honestly. “I still have some pain, but I can’t tell you how happy I am to be home. I’m looking forward to tonight in my own bed.”

“Good,” she nodded as she emptied the groceries from the brown paper bag. “I was thinking of what I could make that would be both nutritious and delicious, so I decided on beef stir-fry.”

“That sounds amazing,” he smiled.

“I only have two questions,” she said as she put both hands into the bag. “Do you want rice or noodles?” Y/N pulled a pack of each from out and held them up.

“Noodles!” Dean answered with a grin.

“Alright, and…” she dug into the bag with both hands again. “Apple or cherry?” Y/N grinned, holding out two pies for him to choose from. Dean’s boyish grin now made his eyes sparkle with happiness.

“Definitely cherry!”

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#the one that got away #firefighter!dean winchester x reader #au dean winchester x reader #tw: child abuse #tw: alcoholism #tw: physical abuse #tw: verbal abuse #firefighter!dean winchester #dean winchester x reader

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A/N ::: Was feeling a little psycho at work so I started this on Friday and brought it home to finish. Also, this might be my life now. I haven’t written anything but that blip whenever about Takemichi HC’s. It could also not be permanent? I’ve got about a month left of training before they release me into the wilds of working at D.H.H.S. So maybe after I’m out there, I’ll chill a bit and write more. But until then, I sincerely apologize for how long the shit I’ve written lately is. 

C/W ::: Baji x (.Calmly.)Obsessed F.reader (sorta? She has admired him from afar for way too long. You know that feeling you get when you like someone and you've kept it to yourself the WHOLE time and you feel like you're going to go absolutely fucking nutzo if you don't tell someone? Yes. It's exactly like that. Enjoy bby burbs!

WC ::: 3,303 (10 pages - give or take an inch? - on G-Docs)

MDNI under the cut. Please and thank you.

You watched his hands move across his thighs and the jealousy that bubbled up in your gut because they weren't your hands caught you completely off guard.

You were obsessed with Baji.

Obsessed.

Like, to the point where your friends had started to notice and you could barely hold a conversation with anyone when he was around. You'd taken to hiding in the shadows and watching him from afar. But not in a creepy way. You just really, really liked him. And you had never found a good way to approach him and let him know. So you watch. You watched from a spot where you thought no one could see you seeing him.

And if you're being honest with yourself, it drove you wild how his lips got to sit there, like smug little assholes, right next to each other. Against each other. All. Of. The. Time.

The unfairness of this was unbelievable.

He doesn't know the luck he has, getting to be in his own skin. That he gets to be with himself 24/7, 365. Day and night. Dressed and undressed. Wet or dry.

It's absolute bullshit.

And you're starting to think it's time you do something about it.

But what? You've never said a word to him. What would you even say?

The question haunts you as you watch him talk with his friends. His eyes light up and his smile is so fucking cute. And the way his hair falls in his face sometimes? God, it's so perfect.

"Hey, you okay?" your friend asks, leaning over and snapping her fingers in your face. "You look a little..."

"I'm fine," you say sharply, trying to shake off the haze of Baji's face that had hypnotized you.

What was it about him that had you so transfixed?

WHY was he the bulls eye on which you honed in?

You've had crushes before, but none have ever been like this. You can't stop thinking about him. Can't stop imagining what it would be like to touch him, to kiss him, to make him yours. To let yourself be his.

"I gotta go," you told your friend. "I'll ... later. I'll talk to you later." They looked up at you as you walked away from the table you were sitting at and knew you were up to no good by the expression on your face.

They mumbled something as you left. Something like "Don't do anything stupid" or "Don't do anything I wouldn't do." But you really didn't care.

You were on a mission now.

You were going to tell Keisuke Baji how you feel.

Right now.

You found him sitting alone on a bench outside the school, scribbling something down in a notebook. He seemed to be in his own world.

Perfect.

You walked over and stood beside him, trying not to stare too hard. Trying not to make it so obvious that you were practically drooling over him.

"Hey," you said, feeling your heart race like it's never raced before. "Can I talk to you about something?"

He looked up at you and smiled, gesturing for you to sit next to him.

You took a deep breath and just said it.

"Hi, Baji. So - oh, th-thanks for letting me sit here with you. Um, I don't know how to really get into this. So I'm just going to dive head first and hope I don't hit the bottom. Ok. Here ... here - here I go."

You took a deep breath and shook your hands at your sides. It was not discreet. But Baji was looking you in the eye and you were hoping he didn't notice your outwardly expressed nerves.

"Ok. Pfffooo. I ... I like you. I've liked you for ages now. And ... and I don't know what else to do because I go crazy every time I see you and I can't be with you. I want to be with you, Baji. You're so beautiful and I just want to lay next to you for hours and talk about the most mundane shit you could ever imagine. I mean, it doesn't all have to be mundane. We can talk about exciting things, too. I just ... ugh, fuck. I don't know. I just need to be with you. Does that make sense? Fuck. I'm sorry to dump this on you all at once. But I seriously can't take another second of carrying this around on my own."

He laughed.

HE LAUGHED.

"What the fuck is so funny?" You yelled.

Baji reached up and pulled his ear buds from his ears. "I'm sorry, I didn't hear a word you said. Mind repeatin' that for me?"

You felt your entire body deflate. Your hopes and dreams and fantasies and everything that you had been building up to just crumbled to the ground and splattered all over the sidewalk right in front of you.

You shook your head and stood up. "Ffffffucking kidding me RIGHT NOW?!" you screamed, pointing your finger in his face. "You're really going to make me do this again? You fucking asshole!"

Baji looked genuinely confused and a little frightened. He's used to men - large men - being pissed at him. Used to them throwing punches and calling him names. But you, a sweet-looking, chubby (and dare he say, pretty sexy) girl getting in his face like this was something he'd not experienced too often.

He was kind of enjoying it.

"Fuck, Baji!" you said, trying to hold back tears. "Why did you have to go and do that?" You stormed off and left him sitting there. Completely and utterly stupefied.

"The fuck did ... what the fuck just happened?" He stood and looked around to see if anyone else had caught the scene that just unfolded. He didn't see anyone that could help him out here.

Baji began to walk after you into the forest across the street from the school. "Hey! W-wait up! What the fuck was that all about!? Goddamn it, y/n. Stop!" He called out to you.

You stopped. "You ... you know my name?" You were already on the verge of crying again. That was the last thing you needed. Well, short of him telling you to fuck off and never speak to him again.

"Huh? Of course I know your fucking name. Jesus. It's not that big a school."

You turned around and faced him, eyes still wet with tears. "Really? That's the only way you know my name? Nice. Because you've never talked to me before today. And now you're standing here, calling me by my name."

Baji rubbed his face a few times, groaning into his hands. "That ... oh my god. That's not the only way I know you name. And that literally means nothing."

"It means you know who I am. It means you've thought about me. It means you've noticed me, Baji."

He rolled his eyes and tried not to smile. "Don't go making it into something it's not. I've noticed you. But that's all. I just ... you seem interesting. That's it. Nothing more."

"Really?"

He shrugged. "Yep."

"Well, I'm sorry for dumping all that on you just now," you said, wiping your tears away. "Even though you didn't hear a fucking word I said to you."

"Don't go assumin' shit. Heard plenty. An' what I didn' hear, I read your lips when you were screamin' at me. You're kinda crazy, you know that?" He chuckled.

"Don't laugh at me, asshole." You said.

"I'll laugh at whatever the fuck I want to laugh at, you shit." He smirked at you.

And god. Your pussy clenched when he spoke to you like that. How could one man have the key to your whole world. How could he have the power to make you melt with just a few words and a look?

"So, you wanna hang out or somethin'?" He asked. "Seems like you've got a lot of thoughts and shit to talk about. What're ya doin' righ' now?"

You bit your lip, trying to hide your smile. "N- I'm not doing anything right now. You want to ... hang out?"

"Sure, I mean. If you're cool with it. We can grab a bite. I like biting - bites - fuck! Food. I mean food."

You blushed. "I like bites, too."

"Oh yeh? What's your favorite, um, where's your favorite place to get ... a bite?" He asked, his voice getting low and heavy with darkness. He took a couple of steps toward you and tucked his hair behind his ears.

The smile gracing your pretty face had fallen into some abyss of horny. The depths of which you'd never known. And you wanted to delve deeper. You wanted to delve deeper with him.

"Baji, I-"

"I know what kin'uh bites you're talkin' about, y/n. It's written all over your face." He took another couple of steps toward you, almost closing the gap that remained there between your body and his.

You couldn't believe this was happening. Baji. The guy you had been obsessing about crushing on for months was standing in front of you, saying all the right things, giving you all the right looks.

"I think we should do something about it," he continued, his eyes scanning your face with a determination no one had ever looked at you with before. "'M fucking hungry as fuck, right now. What 'bout you?"

You gulped, trying to steady yourself. You weren't sure what to say. Your head was spinning, your heart was racing, and your cunt was throbbing. But you managed to nod and say, "Yeah. H-hungry. T-too."

He took your hand and led you out of the forest, away from the school and toward his bike. "Let's go somewhere ... somewhere we can be alone." He said, looking back at you with his patent-pending 'Baji grin.'

You nodded again, unable to form any more words because it's hard to talk when you're heart is about to beat out of your throat.

He handed you his helmet and helped you climb onto the back of his bike. "Hold on tight. 'M in a hurry, so, not gonna go slow. Got it?"

You wrapped your arms around his perfectly tapered waist and dug your fingertips into his hard abs. "Got it." You said.

He sped off into the street, weaving in and out of traffic like a pro. You closed your eyes and just held on, feeling the wind whipping against your skin. Feeling his back against your chest. It was like a dream. The kind where you're flying. It was exhilarating. It was the perfect piece to finish out what had been an incredibly frustrating day.

And soon enough, you found yourself in a secluded spot overlooking the city. It was beautiful and serene, and you had never felt more alive (or at peace).

Baji leaned back on the grass and patted the spot next to him. "C'mere."

You laid down next to him and stared up at the sky. "So, what are we doing out here?" You laughed, "I thought we were going to get a bite"

He shook his head, "Well, you're gonna get a bite. Several probably. But you just let me worry about that, doll." He reached out for your hand and laced his fingers with yours. "You know, I've noticed you for a long time too. An' I thought you were the prettiest girl. But I never found a good way to talk to you, ya know?"

You sighed, "I understand. It's hard to just ... walk up to someone and say, 'Hey, I like you.'"

"You did, though."

Rolling your eyes, you corrected him, "No, I screamed it at you, more or less."

He smiled, "Yeah. fair 'nuff. I ain't worried 'bout it though. Least ya told me what you're thinking." He paused and glanced over at you, "You wanna know what I'm thinking?"

You nodded.

"Well, I think you're sexy as hell. An' I wanna kiss the fuck out of you."

"You've got some nerve."

He looked confused, "Wha- some nerve? How the fuck so?"

You leaned in close to his face and said, "Taking this long to do anything about it."

His brow unfurrowed. That signature smile he has returned. And all bets were off.

Baji grabbed you up into his arms and pulled you onto his lap. His lips met yours and you felt like you were in heaven. He tasted sweet and a little smoky and it was driving you wild.

His cologne was filling your senses. You felt heady. You felt so high and it was not any time soon that you wanted to come down from this with him.

"God, I've wanted to do this for so fucking long," he groaned as he nibbled on your bottom lip.

"You?! You've wanted this for so long? Have you not seen me -" you started.

And he finished your sentence, "in the dark recesses of the school? F'k yeh I've seen you. It's fucking hot that you're following me 'round. Spyin' on me 'n shit. I started leavin' my curtains open for you. I kinda hoped you'd come 'round my apartment building s'I could give ya a show. But ya never did."

Your face turned a bright shade of red, "I wasn't ... spying on you. I was just ... admiring you from afar. Closely ... from a-afar. Shut up."

He chuckled, "Same fuckin' thing. An' I'm glad you did. Cuz now, we're here. 'N I get to do this," he pulled you closer to his chest and kissed you again. His tongue moved across your lips and you opened up for him. You felt his hands move up your back and tangle themselves in your hair, pulling it back. Exposing your neck to him.

Baji bit down on your neck and you gasped, "Fuck, Baji! That's - feels - hoh fuck!"

He licked and sucked on your neck, doing little to ease the sting of the imprint of his perfect teeth. But you loved how it felt. He continued kissing you, leaving a trail of wetness from your collarbone to your earlobe. You moaned loudly and he smiled against your skin. "That's it. Wanna hear you make those pretty sounds f'me."

His hands wandered down to the zipper of your jeans and pushed them down over your ass, exposing your panties. "Let's see what you got goin' on down there, y/n."

"Mm, well, Baj' ..." You lifted your hips up and let him pull your pants off, along with your shoes and socks.

"Don't tell me you're embarrassed," he said, smirking up at you. "Don't you know how fucking hot you are?"

You shook your head, "Nope - not really, no." You shrugged.

"Well, lemme show you, then," he said, moving his hand up your thigh and sliding it under your panties. He rubbed his fingers against your slit and you bucked your hips forward. "That's it, baby. Like that? Course you like that. Fuck, you're so wet already."

Baji pulled your panties down and put them in his coat pocket. "For later, when 'm all alone in my room."

You moaned again and he spread your legs wide, "Can't wait to taste you, y/n. Been dreaming about it for so fucking long."

"YOU'VE been dreaming about this for so long? Have you fucking met me?" You were only half kidding. Because you'd been on one about Baji for nearly the whole school year, accounting for the last 8 months of your life. Your time. In school and especially out. This was a fucking dream come true for you.

"Yeah, yeah. Now shut up and let me eat you out. Please?" He looked up at you with puppy dog eyes and you nodded.

"Please."

He grinned and lowered his head between your legs, his tongue darting out to lick your clit. You moaned loudly and gripped his long, dark hair, pulling it hard. "Oh fuck! Baji!"

He lapped at your cunt like his life depended on it, laving and licking and sucking your pussy.

Your hips took on a mind of their own, moving in a way that you've never experienced. You're not sure if it was Baji or if it was you determining your physical articulations.

You're no virgin. But the people you've been with have never made you feel the way Baji is making you feel.

And he's barely touched you.

Yet.

"I'm ... oh god ... I'm gonna cum, Baji. Don't stop! Please ... don't fucking stop!"

He sucked on your clit and you felt yourself let go. You came all over his face, drenching him in your juices. And he didn't seem to mind one bit.

"Fuck, y/n ... hot as hell."

You grabbed his shirt and pulled him up to you, kissing him deeply. As he lowered his body down against yours, you could feel his cock. Hard and bated in his clothing.

You thanked every God you could think of in that moment that he wasn't wearing jeans today. This was so much better.

You reached down and untied his pants, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He groaned and you looked up at him, "I need you inside me. Please. Baji. Fuck me."

He nodded, "Yeah, yeah. I'm gonna fuck you so good, y/n. So hard you won't be able to take a single step tomorrow without cursing my name under your breath and your pussy clenching up around nothing when you think about how fuckin' good this dick felt."

And he did. He fucked you in the grass, under the stars, where anyone could see you.

Baji was unpredictable in his movements but potent in his execution. He kept you poised for almost anything. If you'd been standing, you'd have been on your toes the whole time. Literally and metaphorically.

He felt so good, dragging his cock in and out of your dripping hole. You were moaning so loudly that it egged him on. Driving that intense desire deep within him to show itself in the cool night air.

"I feel you. Gettin' tighter f'me. Fuckin' feel so good, doll. Fuck. Keep that up 'n I migh' jus' cum with ya. You wan' me t'fill ya up? Mm? Where you want this at?"

You moaned, right on the edge of wringing his cock dry, "'N'side, 'n'side, Baji. Want you t'cum inside of me. Please! Fuck, I'm gonna cum!"

He thrust into you, irregularly. Frenzied, almost.

You felt his cock throbbing as he buried himself inside of you. He grunted loudly and held you tight, his body shaking. "Fuckin' take it, y/n. Fuck! Take it all, baby."

Your pussy contracted around him, squeezing him, greedily drawing from him every drop of cum he had to offer.

And you were happy to take it.

"Jesus ... Baji. I ... fuck. I've ... fuck." You giggled and kissed him back as he brought your face to his.

"Mm, don't go gettin' all gushy on me." He pulled out and tucked himself back into his pants and you put your clothes back on and stood up, looking at him with a smile.

"Gush is my specialty, though." He laughed and wrapped his arms around your waist.

"Fine, fine. So what now?"

You tilted your head, "What d'ya mean what now?"

He buried his nose in your neck and said "You know what now."

"Baji, I don't want to leave you."

He nodded, "I know. I don't wanna leave you either. But what NOW?"

You pushed away from him a little bit, "If you say that to me one more time I'm going to shove you off of this cliff!" Laughing, he kissed your forehead.

"Let's go back to town. We'll grab a bite - with our clothes on - 'n I'll take you home - back to my place, I mean."

Leaning into the kiss, you nodded and walked back to his bike.

Hand in hand. 

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#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers smut #tokyo rev #tokyo rev smut #tokrev #tokrev smut #baji #baji smut #keisuke baji #keisuke baji smut #tokyo revengers baji #baji x you #baji x y/n #baji x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokyo rev x y/n

[akkivee]

Health Conscious Curry: Hypmic Curry Drama Track TL

Jakurai: Hifumi-kun, Doppo-kun. I thank you for coming all this way to help make our curry. Time is of the essence, so let us begin right away.

Hifumi: Okie dokie!! I’ve got a bunch of ingredients here, so we can make whatever kind of curry we want!

Jakurai: Oh my! It does indeed look like a supermarket sized collection.

Doppo: And if there’s anything missing, please just say the word and I’ll run out to buy it!

Hifumi: So we got chicken, beef, pork, lamb and venison! And I even bought seafood and veggies, but I can’t decide on what main ingredient should be!

Jakurai: With this curry battle, it’s to be expected that the other divisions’ quirks will present itself in their curry.

Doppo: So then… what would be our trait?

Hifumi: Well, that’s obvs gotta be “finacially secure adults,” right?

Doppo: “Financially Secure Adults’ Curry” … Then, should we use this high-class sea urchin?

Jakurai: Yes, let’s. And… I would like to use something that makes one think of Shinjuku.

Hifumi: Great idea~! Something like our glimmering neon lights~!

Doppo: “Glimmering Neon Curry” …? D-do any of these ingredients light up??

Hifumi: Heehee~ I thought something like this would come up, so I brought some gold luster dust!!

Jakurai: It will surely be beautiful as a finish.

Hifumi: Chan-Doppo, you gotta let me know what you think too~!

Doppo: B-But it’s not like I have any cooking sense…

Jakurai: Doppo-kun. This is a curry to be made by the three of us. Therefore, you’re indispensable.

Doppo: I-Is that so…?

Jakurai: Of course. Please do not feel hesitant; let’s make this curry together.

Doppo: Um… If it’s okay, I really would like meat to be in the curry…

Hifumi: Cool!! What kinda meat??

Doppo: We’re trying for a sense of luxury, so I guess we should use beef, but some people don’t like beef… So, I guess chicken would be the safest choice? No, but it has to be something special, so we should use game meats right…?? Aaaargh, this is too hard, I can’t make up my mind!!

Hifumi: Woah?? But don’t take it out on the meat??

Jakurai: …How fascinating.

Hifumi: Eh?

Jakurai: A doctor, a host, and a salaryman are certainly on different corners of society… And yet, somehow, life has brought us together. I feel that this is the appeal of Shinjuku Division.

Doppo: I see! So then we should… Um, what should we do?

Hifumi: We should go with this!!

Doppo: We’re using all the meat??

Hifumi: Heh heh~!! We’re going to combine these land meats and sea meats and make it work!! It’ll be like we're making the Curry Division!!

 Jakurai: Haha. I hope we’ll be able to create a harmony of it, just like ours as Matenrou.

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Hifumi: And curry is served!!

Doppo: It looks amazing!! Is this really our curry…??

Jakurai: It has quite the impact. As for the taste…

MTR: *eats*

Doppo: It’s so good!!! None of the ingredients are overpowering, but it still tastes like fine dining…!!

Hifumi: Heh heh~!! Obviously it’s because we only used the finest! If we sold this at a restaurant, you’d have to pay yen in the tens of thousands!!

Doppo: That can’t be the price?? Who would buy our curry??

Hifumi: Welp, I think that’s something the curry battle producers are gonna have to think about! …But, what’s up, Doc? You’re making a weird face over there.

Jakurai: I must apologize to the both of you. I have overlooked the most important aspect I wanted to include.

Doppo: W-What was it?

Jakurai: For this curry battle, I wanted to stress the importance of eating meals to maintain health. This curry is far too high in cholesterol, fats and in purines….

Hifumi: And using butter rice probably isn’t helping keeping that calorie count down…

Jakurai: If we continue to eat this, I fear gout and obesity would be imminent.

Doppo: That’s horrible!! I can’t believe we created something that dangerous…!!

Jakurai: This curry is a masterpiece. However, if it’s alright, can we create something else from a healthier standpoint?

Hifumi: Can do! But we kinda used up all our ingredients in that first batch…

Doppo: ...Ah! We still have these left!

Jakurai: Canned chickpeas and canned tomatoes…!!

Hifumi: Way to go, Doppochin!! If we use these, our curry’s bound to be healthy, right??

Jakurai: Yes. Beans are rich in dietary fibers and in protein and tomatoes have antioxidant benefits. This curry will surely be a healthy dish.

Doppo: A curry that’s conscious of health is still something of an adult appeal, right?

Jakurai: And to support everyone’s busy day to day lives, this meal will heal the mind and body. Victory is sure to be set with our “Health Conscious Curry”!

#jakurai jinguji #hifumi izanami #doppo kannonzaka #matenrou #hypmic #hypnosis mic #and indeed it was healthy LOL #like i happened to glance over the caloric count for the curries after i ate mtr's and theirs has the lowest amount lmao #like it tasted healthy so i was very surprised eating it lmao way to go sensei ya did it ya made sure your dreams weren't just memes #i was very curious about their everything but the kitchen sink curry tho lol i'm a little sad lol #curry tl

[aquaquadrant]

hey aqua, i'm here to ramble about your stupidly amazing au that's got me bouncing off the walls between chapters being posted

firstly, i put all the fics in a doc (because you know, I gotta keep track of what i've read and haven't read, and it's totally not because i want to save it forever and pass it on to my grandchildren)

the doc contains the warnings, summaries, a/n's and everything in between but i wouldn't think it would make a huge difference to the 100K WORDCOUNT

so here is is, the horrifying word count that is honestly longer than most actual published novels and the amount of pages, which to be honest, would be larger if this was actually printed in book size (font size proportionately to the page size), to which the page number would be.... too much, honestly. even I don't want to calculate that and i'm insane

now i assume you knew all this already, since you probably have also been writing this in a google doc to keep track of it, but then again docs slows down dramatically under 397 pages of brainrot-inducing writing so i dont expect you to be using it too often. if you are, congratulations and have a gold star

it's more of i'm collecting useless bits of information like this to show to whoever has read the series, because it's so good, it's so ridiculously amazing, and it so could be turned into a book if someone tried hard enough and i need people to back me up

heck, it's written so much better compared to most novels, it's just that good. i even turn to it when i don't feel like writing. i read it, and then through some miracle, i have all the writing talent and motivation in the world, seemingly having absorbed it from your work.

tldr: htpau is amazing. if you haven't read it you should read it. and it's that good that it literally could be a book. zero exaggeration. (can you tell that this thought has kept me awake many nights)

now hopefully you weren't too baffled to see such a long ask in your inbox, and hopefully you don't question me, as someone who hasn't read a proper novel in years, who has basically reread every chapter once or twice basically as soon as it comes out

i don't need therapy, i need more of your writing. (because hels no does chapter nine end like this) ba dum tss

and then, i leave you, with a gold star and many thanks ⭐

HAGAJDHJA HOLY SHIT

i do use google docs but i make a new one for every chapter for the reason u mentioned, once they’re past a certain page count it gets real slow and i don’t have the patience for that. so uh yeah, i don’t think i ever bothered to calculate the total running word count. it’s not the longest fic i’ve ever written, and i don’t think it will be by the time i finish it, but that’s definitely a NOT INSIGNIFICANT number of words, goddamn.

someone did bind one of my fics into an actual hard cover book once, just for their own personal use. man, that was sick. now i don’t think i’d ever try to alter a fic of mine to actually publish it, cuz so much of what i write hinges too much on the original content, but fan-bindings are A-OKAY so long as i get to see pics :3

anyway, no worries about the long ask, i love hearing from u guys. i’m flattered u went thru the trouble of consolidating it and i’m glad ur enjoying the au!

#hels to pay au #HTP ask

[fatteningmenstories]

Benched part 3

Devon was on the floor, what happened next was all a blur of events, from his leg not moving to the shooting pain in his foot it was all a blur , the paramedics rushing to him, to the ambulance and the operating table until now waking up in the hospital room.

Ajay was by his side- wearing clothes that fitted ten pounds ago, was the first thing he saw when he woke up.

“Thank God your finally awake’

Ajay said was he jumped up to hug Devon and give him a kiss on the lips, he smelled like donuts and tasted like chocolate

“You gave us quite a scare’

“What.. happened’

“Well let’s just say you faced a pretty big fall, you were basically unconscious on the floor, apparently your body was so exhausted it was on life support basically’

Getting up he faced a stinging pain in his chest and legs

“Oh and don’t try to move, u survived but you broke a couple of bones in the process not to mention you foot - it was like a 4 hour surgery trying to save it’

Startled with this news, he pulled of his sheets and low and behold there it was, his legs wrapped up in a white cast

“Doc says it should be good as new, but not for a couple of months - ha ha” he laughed hesistanlty

“God what am I gonna do’ Devon was panicking - football was his life, what would happen to him

“Don’t worry babe - come down, here have some chocolate’

“What!!!!”

“Well look around you have gift baskets galore’ taking in the room Ajay was right, gift baskets were everywhere - filled to the brim with get well soon cards and sweets

“There’s even more at home, I hope you don’t mind I’ve had a nibble hear and there” Ajay chuckled next to a nearly finished basket

‘Go on then”, the chocolate was good, tasted amazingly and at least it wasn’t in short supply - he laughed but stopped as the aching pain in his chest stung

“Anyways the doctor says you need your strength especially after your fall babe’

After signing the papers - and a lengthy discussion with his doctor encouraging him to keep his movements to a minimal, Devon was free to go.

The ride back was nice, Ajay by his side, he wasn’t expecting the press outside his front door, and in his temporary wheelchair he felt humiliated having to be carried arm in arm by Ajay and their chief. After a long phone call for his manger, it was settled that that Devon would be able return next season or as fast as his leg was healed- and his space on the field was legally not going anyway. Hanging up the phone call commenced the long haul of recovery.

“Babe I can’t eat that’

“Nonsense, doctor said you need all your strength, besides chief spent all day cooking it’

“Okay fine, but you gotta help”

“Was that even question”

The thoughts of the diet he needed to go on, had slowly faded with his new cast on, he had tried to cut back but with Ajay and chief it was like they wouldn’t take no as answer. Devon reasoned with himself, he would just have to extend his dirty bulk and have a massive cut once he was on his feet again. A small part of himself was very happy with tis conclusion, oh all this food tasted so great and a deep hunger in him needed to be satisfied, he had starved his body on kale salads for far too long.

So began the long process of recovery, its was a foodie bliss, breakfast lunch dinner and most importunely desert served straight to him 24/7. And it all tasted so good and rich finally he was seeing a price for all his hard work and it was in the from or food fit for kings. Anyways there was nothing else for Devon to do, he couldn’t leave the house in this state especially with the papz going crazy over him and his leg - he had even made the headlines for a good week all showing the prized footballer fallen form grace in crutches . He was asked for interviews and podcasts specials for weeks but he decided it was best to take this much needed time off and make the most of it. He had no obligations, he could spend all day catching up tv shows he had missed ,playing the backlog of video games and of course hot steamy sex with Ajay - who was more than happy to check charge with their handicapped partner. In fact Devon was enjoying laying back in bed and letting Ajay do all the hard work in fact he often helped himself to a wide assortment of snacks that was always in arm width not to mention the get well baskets that slowly dwindled in number. And speaking of food ,a massive plus to this new life was that he could finally eat with with no restraint - Not having to worry about training or meetings meant he could laze about all day and just pig out it was perfect, especially with Ajay by his side. And God did the pair of them eat, day in day out, it was the perfect activity as Devon stuffed his face, he felt so good, their always ate unit they couldn’t move and it wasn’t like Devon was doing much of that anyway - with his leg in the cast he would spend hours plopped down in areas of his massive townhouse. And as the months rolled passed he made sure to spend his money freely, buying Ajay all the designer clothes and jewellery he wanted, he loved to see Ajay try on all his new designer clothes and he loved it even more as he outgrew them right in front of his eye. Their chief was also basically free-reign, with Devon even moving them in to make sure their were never far he hadn’t eaten so good in years and he didn’t want it to stop . The biggest money eater of course was defiantly the food, all the finest foods and wines that money could buy was devoured day in and day out Devon and Ajay were properly eating better than royalty , especially with his dirty bulk excuse this was run so far into the ground he barley even thought about cutting back leaving him to ate with no abandonment.

After the months of never reigning in how much he was eating, his appetite explored, more pizzas more burgers more sides - more everything, chief even had to hire a side cook to keep up. Devon was being overtaken with hedonism the pleasure he got from food simply made him fro hunger for more, he was transforming form a man with a clean cut diet to one who was controlled by the gut and it was showing. Over the months it wasn’t only his appetite that grew up, his small starter gut ballooned into a a round bulging gut that demanded to be fed, and all that food it demanded was spreading itself all over his body, all over he was fattened up bulging out, his pecs puffed up into two rounded sagging lumps of fat, his once muscular arms plumped up and were now starting to squeeze outwards due to the massive amount go fat packed onto his torso. And to compensate for this massive rotund gut his thighs swelled up to match - Devon had long forgotten about pants and had resorted to lazing naked nowadays allowing his thighs to fill out as much as possible, with his once muscular butt taken the worst of it, once firm and square it was plumped up and filled with fat expanding out in all direction , and form lazing about all day the muscles he worked so hard at the gym, slowly faded away and were buried in fat all over Devon was undoubtedly fat. And the worst culprit was surely he was once gorgeous face, all that food of course fattened his face, his cheeks had rounded out and now merged with the band of fat that was nestled under is chin, given him a rounded out face that matched his rounded out body. His killer good looks remained but they were fighting a losing battle with the fat

Devon’s and Ajay’s months of bliss was soon coming to the end as after a good 6 months the Doctor finally deemed it fit that Devon was free of hi caste

“Now Devon, given your noticeably changes I’m sure moving about will be a lot harder and your leg will need to adapt to all the extra weight your putting on it’

“Oh all this’ Devon chuckled as he smaked his gut, even he was bit taken back with how soft it was,’Just a dirty bulk- it will come right off”

“Sure”, the doctor responded not sounding very confident’ Anyways I’ve signed you up with the best physio in town we will have back in uhm.. fighting shape any day

let me know on the comments how you want the story to go

#exjock #male gainer #male weight gain #gainer stories #fat

[peakvincent]

okay!!! so i’ve been debating what i wanted to do with the cmjf fic i had like 80-90% done right before brawlout, and while i don’t really want to finalize and post it on ao3, i still like it and don’t want to let it languish in my google docs forever without any eyeballs. it IS a complete story, just missing some scenes i was going to build it out with, and a final nitpick beta. SO! i’m gonna amnesty it!

what was it you meant to do (google docs link) (cm punk/mjf, 6.1k)

@cmpunk O’Hare is bullshit, he captions it, then tosses his phone back on the seat and lets it land face down. Crosses his arms, looks out the window. He considers if he wants a drink, then sees the line at the bar across the way and decides against it.

When he picks his phone up again, he’s gotta read the DM a couple times to make it make sense. You’re not going to get out of here tonight, it says, and then You can take the train straight to my place.

Max blinks.

i called it “snowed in fic” for most of my writing it but it’s actually set in june, and it’s pretty self indulgent all things considered. it’s just that i think i’m very funny. 😌 if you would have commented on ao3 you have to send me a nice ask or reblog this with nice things in the notes, i don’t make the rules..... anyway i hope you like it even without the finishing touches! i was truly so close--!!!!

#* #my fic #wrestling fic #aew fic #cmjf

[softsnzstuff]

I bring questions 🍊

Favorite fictional world?

What’s a food you want to try?

What was the last book you read?

What’s a movie you wish you could see for the first time again?

If you could have any superpower, what would it be and why?

Favorite ice cream flavor and toppings (if any)?

Do you collect anything?

Favorite candy bar?

What’s your phone case?

What’s your favorite condiment?

(I have a google doc full of questions that I use for daily polls in a server I run lmao 😭)

Hello bestie! Don’t think I forgot about you. I’ve just been pondering my answers to these amazing questions!

•Favorite Fictional world?

Okay THIS is the question I’ve been hung up on for an hour because damn.

I thought the answer was easy - wizarding world - because who doesn’t want to be a wizard?? But there’s like. So many good options here.

SO my official answer is actually Doctor Who. Which is kinda silly bc it takes place legit on earth?? But I’d just have the ability to be the companion and travel? Like the 11th Doctor IS my comfort character. He makes me feel safe. He makes me feel special and loved and that’s so silly to say out loud lmfao rip but he’s all I had when I was having a rough time like ages 13-17 and so yeah. That’s my final answer. Doctor Who reality.

•A food you want to try?

I have never tried a macaron??? And they look so good but I have no idea what to expect!? So I really want to try one I’m just scared it’ll disappoint lol.

•Last book you read?

“All This Time” by Mikki Daughtry and Rachael Lippincott

I finished it in like three hours. Ending was….something.

•A movie you wish you could see again for the first time?

Damn this is a good one. For the very first time????

“Wet, Hot, American Summer” is a contender because it’s funny as shit always, but it hit different that first time. I was on the floor laughing my ass off. Like that film? Peak comedy for real.

But if I’m going for a more serious option… maybe “Rent” (2005) or “Harry Potter”.

•What superpower would I have and why?

Listen I’ve thought about this for YEARS. Because at first it was flying and then it was invisibility and then it was telekinesis.

But like in terms of cool shit - maybe something like Wanda Maximoff where I can dream walk and make people see things or let myself see things?

•Favorite Ice Cream Flavor?

I’m usually a milkshake gal. Either classic cookies n cream with the hot fudge drizzle OR peanut butter chocolate ((but only if I’m at Baskin Robbins)).

HOWEVER if we’re talking exclusive ice cream only - it’s a tie between “Circus animal cookie” from this local shop by my house OR “chocolate malted crunch” from the Thrifty’s inside RiteAid lol

•Do you collect anything?

Too many things. I collect certain coins - mostly diff variations of the quarters. I have a display book that has all of the 50 states series. Then I have a second display book with 49/50 state national parks ((looking for that last one god dammit)) and now I’m collecting the new series of historical women!! And it’s so cool bc the George Washington on the front is a different one than the other quarters! I also have like a silver penny and some other random rare ones from the past that were gifts.

I also collect Featherly Friends birds from Target ☠️ they have me in a chokehold, what can I say?

•Fave candy bar?

Chocolate candy bar? Twix. Hands down. But candy in general I actually go for strawberry or cherry sour punch straws. 🤤

•Phone case?

Okay so this do be my mental illness but I can never ever decide on one theme or pattern for a phone case and most of the decorative ones seem flimsy?? So deadass mine is a two-toned pink otterbox case 🤣

And before this it was a two toned purple otter box case. And even before that. A two toned blue otter box case 🤡 I’m just very clumsy okay

•Fave condiment?

It’s gotta be a tie between Ketchup and Ranch - however I think ketchup is more versatile? Idk it’s pretty even but I’m usually satisfied with one of those

(Pls note. Get out of here with that Fuckin Kranch shit I don’t want that here 🤣🤣))

#Kb speaks #these are such good questions

[lxmiko]

veeeery slowly making the discord server and trying to finish making it today cause school starts tmr ;; i’m trying to keep the amount of roles and channels to a minimum for easier management but also cause i think it’ll be a pretty small server (<50)

which is okay btw!! just something i gotta take into consideration cause too many channels kinda spread the members of the server pretty sparsely ;;

here are some ideas that are def gonna be in the server >:o

miko updates role + channel >:D (lil updates on my irl schedule and how much i’ve written during the day, also so i don’t clog up the blog :oo)

oshi roles (and separate channels for each member (?))

writer, reader, artist roles

colors roles (pretty limited cause i’m a lil lazy ••;;)

roles for x reader blogs on tumblr (just so y’all know who they are and they can also choose to update y’all if they wish to :> )

writing/fanfic events (ex: we’re all given a prompt to write about and a due date, i’ll have a channel detailing all of it and probably a google doc/tumblr post with all the links of ppl’s submissions !!)

general, other vtubers, fanfic rec + discussion, fanart channel

general, music, and gaming vc + channels

fanfic reading/writing vc + channel (?)

a roleplay (?) channel (it’ll probably only be seen if you have the role and probably won’t be too serious so everyone can have fun :> )

things i’m iffy about

announcements for when luxiem streams (PERSONALLY,,, I LOVE LUXIEM BUT I DONT SEE TOO MUCH OF A POINT IN THIS, only cause i assume everyone’s checking their schedules on the yt community posts and twitter already, and i also usually don’t watch most streams live so i think i’d update y’all on streams a lil too late ;;;)

beta reader role (i don’t write that much (word count wise) i don’t think ? or well, not enough to need beta readers :o, IDK i’ve never had one or been one so who knows ••;; though i wouldn’t mind posting small snippets as what i’m writing if ppl ask :oo)

#miko rambles #luxiem #luxiem x reader #nijien #nijisanji #nijisanji en

[vileviale]

Miguel x Reader Fanfic! (Pt. 2 of 2)

tw: blood, gore, but there’s only a little bit of that it’s mostly fluff

no I’m not telling you what it’s about YOU GOTTA READ IT TO FIGURE IT OUT

Just then, Dr. Parker entered the room, along with Jess. He was tall and lanky, and wore a light teal suit. Over it was an oversized white coat, and he carried a leather bag in one hand.

“Doc!”, you called out. “Thank goodness you came fast. Miguel needs stitches immediately.”

He gave a curt nod and looked down at Miguel. “How are you feeling?”

“I’ve been better,” he mumbled. “But besides my leg and shoulder, I’m alright. Maybe a little lightheaded.”

“Lightheaded? You’ve been keeping pressure on the wounds, yes?”

“Ever since I got the chance. Which was around thirty minutes ago.”

“Good. How long have you been injured?”

“An hour or two.”

“Okay, then we should get to work straight away.” He knelt down next to Miguel, taking some rubber gloves out of his bag and pulling them onto his hands. You rose to get out of his way.

“Mind if I take a look?” Doc asked, reaching questioningly towards the gauze Miguel’s shoulder.

“Here, let me do it,” Miguel insisted, releasing his pressed hands from the gauze. He took the corner of the one on his shoulder and pulled quickly, inhaling sharply as he did so. Miguel paused, then ripped the other gauze off his leg. He grimaced, but barely made a sound.

The wounds were dark, almost black, and deep. Four parallel gashes repeated here and there across Miguel’s leg and shoulder. Blood dripped down freely from them, released from the pressure of his hands. His suit glitched out around the gashes, fluttering with different colors. You turned your head away, shivering as you imagined how painful they must be.

“Looks like you’ll need several internal stitches…”, Dr. Parker trailed off. “This is going to take a while. There are several lacerations, many of which overlap.”

“Take all the time you need,” Miguel replied.

“I would if we weren’t already short on time. I’ll take all the time I can. Let me get everything ready.” He pulled from his bag a blueish cloth and placed it on the floor. He then began to spread his instruments across it.

As he prepared, you turned to Jess and smiled. “Thank you so much for bringing Doc. You couldn’t have come sooner.”

“No problem. I wasn’t gonna leave him bleeding like that, even if he did slam the door in my face.” She raised an eyebrow towards Miguel, who turned slightly red. 

“I was late for my injection and feeling off. I’m sorry.” 

Jess nodded. “Makes sense. I knew there was something, but Lila and I agreed we should get Doc ASAP.”

“That’s right!”, Lila chimed, suddenly appearing again. “Just out here casually saving your life. You don’t have to thank me.” She paused. “Mm-HMPH,” she fake coughed, holding a hand to her ear.

“Thanks, Lila,” Miguel muttered reluctantly. “And you too, Jess.”

“I’d be a shitty friend if I didn’t do something,” she replied.

Dr. Parker held up a syringe full of clear liquid in front of Miguel. “This is some anesthetic for numbing. I will let you know, injecting it is going to be painful, but once it takes effect you shouldn’t feel any of my stitching save for a slight pressure.”

“Can’t be much worse than the wounds themselves,” Miguel shrugged. “What do you want me to do, bite on a towel?”

“That actually may be helpful. The areas around the lacerations are inflamed, and they’re a lot more sensitive than you might imagine.”

“I’ll go get one,” you exclaimed.

“No- I wasn’t- “, but before Miguel could finish you had already hurried to the bathroom. You grabbed an old hand towel from under the sink. On your way back, you stopped by the kitchen to grab a couple of water bottles. All this “lightheaded” talk got you worried. Maybe if Miguel drank some fluids, he’d get a bit of color back in his face. 

“Here, babe.” You knelt next to Miguel and handed him everything. “You should drink something too before you pass out on us.”

“I’m not gonna pass out,” he said, taking one of the waters and chugging it swiftly down. “But thanks.” He took the second water and drank half before sealing the bottle again. “Damn, I was thirsty.” You knew it was probably some version of the placebo effect, but Miguel already looked a bit better than before.

“Do you want me to hold your hand?”, you asked, reaching for it before he could answer. He looked puzzled, but remained still as you held it. “It’s okay. I think I can handle a few shots.” 

“Oh c’mon,” Jess complained to Miguel. “No one’s questioning your strength. They just wanna help. Isn’t that right, love?” You nodded.

Miguel exhaled a small huff. “Ok, fine. But I’m not biting on the towel.” You watched Miguel’s tension wash away as he softly squeezed your hand. You knew he couldn’t keep the façade for long. “Alright. We all set then?”

“I believe so,” Dr. Parker replied. “Let’s begin.” With clean gauze, Dr. Parker wiped Miguel’s shoulder and leg until most of the blood was gone, and then prepped the area around the wounds with an alcohol wipe.  Taking the syringe, Dr. Parker drove the needle into his skin. Miguel jolted as his gentle hold of your hand changed suddenly into an iron grip. He gave a short yell of pain. 

“Hijo de…” Miguel trailed off. He exhaled loudly and looked at Dr. Parker. “You weren’t kidding,” he laughed weakly.

“You ready to do that about twenty-eight more times?”, Lila grinned.

Miguel sighed. “Of course you calculated it. Let’s just get this over with.”

Dr. Parker continued giving the anesthetic around the wounds. Miguel didn’t yell with the subsequent injections, but instead grunted and occasionally inhaled sharply. He was, in Lila’s whispered words to you, “taking this like a champ”, and you were amazed at how stoic his face remained. His grip, however, was a different story. It melted between injections and hardened during them like metal being warmed and cooled.

“Ok,” Dr. Parker stated, setting the syringe down. “Time for the stitches. Again, now you should only feel pressure, no pain.” Miguel nodded. With a needle, nylon thread, and scissors, Dr. Parker began stitching the cuts shut. His eyes furrowed intensely as he swiftly yet carefully pulled and tied the cuts closed. It was nasty-looking, but fascinating to watch above all else.

Eventually, the last stitch was tied, and Dr. Parker put bandages and gauze over his work. “There. Everything is patched now.”

“Thank you,” Miguel replied. “What do I owe you?”

“Nothing at all. Your work on keeping the multiverse safe is enough.”

“No, I’m-“

“Please. I insist.” Dr. Parker started to pack his things. “Now. To go over taking care of the stitches: Keep them dry, at least for 24 hours, and whenever you can help it. Clean them regularly to prevent infection, and keep them in the dark to minimize scarring, though by the looks of it there will inevitably be some. Don’t do any strenuous activity while the stitches are in, which should be around ten days. Afterward, I’ll stop by and remove them.”

“Yeah, I know the drill,” Miguel nodded. He looked up at Jess. “Can you stand in for me while I recover? Ask Ben too.”

“Of course,” she replied. “And I’m sure Ben will be more than happy to help.”

“It’ll boost his ego even more than it already is,” Lila laughed.

“Dios mio, you’re probably right,” Miguel muttered.

“Nevertheless, his strength compensates for it,” Dr. Parker remarked. “As long as someone covers for you while you rest, I’m happy.” He got up and took his black bag. “I’ll be going now. Eat and drink something to replace your blood. And call me if you have any more questions or trouble with the wounds.” 

“Will do,” Miguel replied, getting up slowly with a grunt and giving Dr. Parker a few manly pats on the back, which he received stiffly. “Thanks again for everything.”

“I better get going, too,” Jess added. “Now that I know Miguel’s good.” She reached towards you for a hug. As you embraced, she whispered:

“What happened to your arm? Is everything okay?”

You let go of her and nodded. “Yeah, yeah, it’s nothing,” you whispered casually. “He hadn’t taken his medication. It’s not gonna happen again.”

“You sure you’re good?”

“Yeah, of course. It’s only a scratch.”

“Okay…” she said, her eyebrow raised. “Call me later, k?”

“I will. I’ll explain everything.” You lowered your voice even farther. “But please, keep it between us. I don’t want this circling around.”

“Don’t worry, love. I won’t tell a soul.” 

“Thank you. Talk to you soon.” You walked over to Dr. Spider, reaching your hands out to embrace him. But when you saw him slightly shrink back, you lowered your arms. 

“Fist bump?”, you asked, shrugging while you closed your hand.

His mask’s round spider eyes squinted into a small smile. “That’ll work.” He gave you a small tap with his fist while looking down at your arm. “Do you… need me to check that?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a scratch,” you told him, in a tone that, despite your efforts, was a little exasperated. “I’ll text you what happened.” 

“Ok, good. Let me know. See you in ten days.” He walked out the door with Jess.

“I’m so glad they came,” you proclaimed after they had closed the door.

“Me too,” Miguel replied. “I’m not letting Doc leave empty-handed like that though. I’ll find a way to pay him back.”

“Yeah, I’ll help you figure out something. Buuuut I was thinking in the meantime we could watch a movie? Something chill so you can relax. You’re still looking pale, hun.”

“I’m looking pale?”

“A little,” Lila replied. “Trust me though, it’s better than before. Your vitals are now somewhat stable. Finally.”

“I guess that makes sense. I am feeling exhausted.” He shuffled over to the couch and sat down, exhaling loudly as the old springs creaked under his weight. “Watching a movie sounds perfect right now. Lila?”

“What’s up boss?”

“Do you mind…”

“Not at all. See you lovebirds soon!” She pulled down her sunglasses, winked, and vanished in an instant.

“I thought we could have some alone time,” Miguel shrugged.

“Yeah, of course.” You sat down close to him, leaning your head against his arm.

“So… what do you wanna watch?”, he asked.

 “I dunno. You choose!”

He shook his head. “No. Not falling for that one again. Pick a genre at least.”

“Ok…,” you said, looking down and resting your chin on your hand. “Comedy.”

“Comedy?”

“What? You said I could choose.”

“No I’m just- surprised I guess. I thought ‘comedy’ wasn’t your thing.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”, you scoffed. “I chose it because it seemed like an easy thing to watch.” You paused. “And… I haven’t seen you laugh in a while.” 

He made a face. “Ok. Fair enough.” He grabbed the remote from the coffee table and turned on the TV, clicking Prime and flipping through movies under the “Comedy” page. “Super Troopers… Anchorman… Life of Ryan…”

“Wait, Life of Ryan?”

“Yeah, what’s wrong with it?”

“On my earth it’s called Life of Brian. I love that movie. It’d be cool to see the differences between worlds.”

“Eh… it’s no fun if you’ve already watched it…”

“Ok… A different Monty Python movie then?”

“Sure. Uhh… I haven’t seen The Holy Grail before. I’ve heard it’s good.”

“Same. Search it up.”

Miguel held the remote close to his face. “Monty Python and The Holy Grail,” he spoke slowly. You snorted at the monotony of his voice. “Why’d you have to say it like a serial killer?”

“Really? You’d think I’d have enough pain for one day. Now you’re telling me I look pale, I don’t laugh, I sound like a serial killer- “

“Hey, hey, hey, hold on. You’re seriously getting worked up about this? First of all, I can say whatever I want right now.” You pointed to the scratches on your arm. “Second, I’m just making observations; I’m not- “

“I know, I know. I was joking. I wasn’t actually getting worked up.”

“Sometimes it’s hard to tell…” you trailed off, shrugging and raising your eyebrows. “Anyways. Before we begin the movie, we should probably get dressed in our PJs, grab some snacks… everything like that.”

“True. I’ll go get changed and try to find you something.”

“Ok! I’ll grab the snacks then, and maybe some drinks.”

You sat up and went into the kitchen while Miguel, still shuffling a little, went into his room. Aimlessly opening the cabinets, you finally found the one with all the food.

“I left some tostones and rosquitas the last time I was here,” you shouted. “¿Quieres un poco?”

“Tu español está mejorando,” Miguel yelled back from his room. “They’re those Peruvian snacks you like, right? Yeah, they’re delicious. Get them.”

You grabbed the bags, a couple of LaCroixs from the fridge, and Miguel’s giant YETI water bottle and sat back down on the couch. Ten minutes had passed in patience before you started to wonder what was going on.

“Everything okay in there?”, you called to him.

“Yeah,” Miguel answered. “Just this damn shoulder won’t- augh!”

“Hold on. I’m coming,” you exclaimed, jumping off the couch and running into his room. When you entered, you saw him sitting on his bed shirtless. Well, not exactly. He did have a gray tee around his neck, but his abs, chest, shoulders- all of it was exposed. You desperately tried to keep you eyes on Miguel’s face.

“I can’t raise my arm,” he admitted in defeat.

“You tried going on the ceiling?”, you asked, quickly jumping up there and letting your arms dangle.

“I can’t stick,” he retorted.

“Oh yeaaah. No foot claws?”

“What? No, what are you talking about?”

“Just asking questions,” you replied, jumping back on the ground. “Don’t worry hun, I got you.” You pulled the shirt off his head and slid his arm through one sleeve, then his head, then his other arm. You gently smoothed the tee down with your hands, feeling the hills and valleys that Miguel’s muscles made. Uncontrolled giddiness spread throughout your body. “There we go,” you breathed, barely keeping it together.

“Thank you,” he muttered. “I found something for you too.” He grabbed a shirt off his bed and held it up for you to see. It was dark blue, and had a faded graphic of the James Webb Space Telescope on it. 

“Since you said I look like an idiot, I found this old thing. Used to wear it in college, because I’m smart. It’ll be huge on you, but I thought you could wear it like a dress.”

“Whoah, whoah, whoah, I never said you looked like an idiot. I just forget you’re smart sometimes. But yeah, that’ll work.” You grabbed the shirt and tucked it under your arm. “In my universe, this just recently launched.”

“Really? Hardly anyone remembers it here. It’s a shame. We discovered countless celestial objects with it. But I won’t spoil.”

 “Thanks. I do wanna find out in my own time,” you replied. “I’ll go ahead and get changed.” You started to walk out of the room, but paused in the doorway. “Fucking nerd!”, you yelled mockingly before sprinting to the bathroom.

“Ai! Pendeja!” Miguel shouted after you in a tone that was more annoyed than angry.

You slammed the bathroom door shut, then took off your spider suit with a sigh of relief. After checking yourself out in the mirror, you pulled the JWST shirt on. Miguel was right: it did work kinda like a dress. It was soft and worn with time and smelled a little like his cologne.

When you walked back into the living room, Miguel was waiting on the couch, already digging into the tostones. “You ready?”, he asked. 

“Yeah, play it.” You sat down and snuggled close to him. Cracking open a LaCroix, you sipped it slowly, letting the bubbles dance on your tongue before finally swallowing. As you watched the screen, you couldn’t help but snicker at the moose jokes during the beginning credits. Even Miguel had a small smile on his face.

“Can you grab that pillow for me?”, he asked later on, nodding to the one across the couch. 

A sudden idea hit you. “You know what? I have something better than a pillow,” you grinned. You scooted away from him and crisscrossed your legs, then patted your lap. 

He grinned back, then slowly eased himself down until his head was nestled between your legs. You gently ran your fingers repeatedly through his long, dark hair. “Much better than a pillow,” he mumbled.

“You can still see the screen, right?”

“Yeah, this is perfect.” He let out a slow, soft sigh. “You’re too nice to me,” he murmured.

“Nonsense. I only give you what you deserve. Now shut up and watch the movie.” He smiled a little, and you let your hands move slowly from his hair to his face. They seemed like magic as you smoothed away the lines from his forehead with just your touch.

You kept your eyes on the TV, laughing or smiling at the air-speed velocity of an unladen swallow and the peasants rolling in the mud. Eventually, you looked back down at Miguel, wondering if he took your words seriously when you told him to shut up. His eyes were closed, and his face was soft and tranquil with sleep. It was so peaceful looking you wondered if this was the same man who had just a few hours ago snarled at you and even clawed your arm. ‘Seeing him like this,’ you thought, ‘I could forgive him for anything.’

#fanfic #miguel fanfic #miguel x reader #miguel o'hara #miguel spiderverse #atsv #across the spiderverse #writers on tumblr

[bookinit02]

Hello!! How about 13, 18, and 29 for the fic writer asks :]

ask and you shall receive!!

13. how much planning do you do before writing?

usually, none. i’ve always got ideas bouncing around in my subconscious, and 90% of my writing is done in the back of my brain before i ever open a doc. i’ll start with a scene or an idea, and then follow wherever it takes me. the only exception is my s5 fic, which currently has like 3 different 30+ page planning docs😭 that thing is a MONSTER i stg!!! but chaptered fics are a bit of an exception, i try my best to at least have an outline!

18. what’s one of your favorite lines you’ve written in a fic?

ooh, good question! i feel like i usually have a favorite scene, or a favorite set of lines, because my sentences themselves tend to be pretty simple. but let me go search!

ok this one isn’t byler but here’s one from my dear friend, my lover that i really like:

“But the boys had kept talking, their faces grave and drawn, and an overwhelming sort of grief had fallen over Todd, one that pushed him out into the cold snow, sunk him to his knees in the frozen earth.”

here’s another from falling like the stars:

“El’s heart turns into fireworks, popping and sizzling within the dark crawl-space of her ribs.”

and finally, from don’t you know (that i love you):

“And then he tripped, spun, and toppled right into the abyss of homosexuality, where he still is to this day.”

29. share a bit from a fic you’ll never post.

okay!! i hesitate to use the word never, because i really genuinely want to finish all my wips. i definitely had one that was super personal and ranty that was literally labeled “fic i will never post,” but i just checked and apparently i deleted it at some point😭 anyway, here’s one from a collab that never got completed!! not sure it fits the criteria bc now that i remember it exists i will almost definitely be posting it. just gotta check w/ the collab ppl first🫶🏼

#baby byler!! #im so excited that i found this draft again i love it so much #thank u for the ask!!!

[eddiediazes]

fanfic ask game!

i was tagged by uhhh kasmdf SEVERAL people my apologies i’ve been juggling some things but most recently i was tagged by @hetrez @henswilsons and @rewritetheending​ i am blowing kisses to u all, thank you much

What is your total posted word count on AO3?

okay so on my foxwatson account it’s 752,836 which is already a lot but uh. kasdf if you include my other old secret account it’s 808,708 which is truly like uh. boy that’s a lot!!!! to be fair i’ve been posting on ao3 for over 10 years now but that’s still pretty fuckin wild.

How often do you write?

when i’m feeling good i aim for every day, and usually manage at least three days a week. every once in a while i get in a really bad funk and don’t write for a couple months - usually when i’m in between interests and can’t get motivated to work on my original stuff

Do you have a routine for writing?

lately i’ve been doing a lot of writing at work, honestly uh. i think generally when the thoughts hit me i just try to get seated somewhere comfortable and open up google docs. sometimes i make a playlist or put on background music but sometimes i’m okay without it, too.

What’s your favourite tropes/pairing?

ohhh tropes. man there’s so many i truly love. i gotta say i’m very like. friends to lovers, childhood friends to lovers, that’s like klasdf almost a requirement for me to be interested. i love a slow burn, i love a mutual pining situation, i love a good old fashioned miscommunication. in terms of other favorites - i love fake dating and fake marriage or marriage of convenience stuff, i have a weakness for soulmate aus, and i think identity porn is both wonderful and underrated.

for pairings - obviously right now i live and breathe buck and eddie but kmsfad reddie will never be far from my heart, and stucky is probably my favorite pairing i’ve never actually finished a fic for. i have like klamsdf an annual unscheduled stucky spiral where i just binge a bunch of fic and tap at my two little unfinished stucky fics but then something always distracts me.

Do you have a favourite fic of yours?

augghhh um. if it’s my favorite buddie fic, that’s probably get out of my head? i think? klsdfa no offense to romance novelist eddie, i think i just finished it too recently, i still struggle with going back to read it. of my fics in general, i think it’s still actually the fic i wrote for my own private idaho, the path that we chose. that’s one of my favorite things i’ve ever written.

Your fic with the most kudos?

FAR and away, that continues to be the most popular reddie fic i ever wrote, hoping to be found, which was lkamds for some time sort of my magnum opus. shoutout to my fellow reddies.

Anything you don’t like about your writing?

i use too many em dashes asdAKLSDFMA no uh. sometimes i’m worried that my descriptions are too mechanical? i’m not a very poetic writer, i’m more kind of. practical and sometimes i get lucky with a turn of phrase, and sometimes i get frustrated with that.

Now something you do like?

i loooooove my dialogue like. it’s taken me a long time to be able to say that but i work so hard on my dialogue, i spend ages rereading it and reading it out loud and finessing it and i’m so picky about it and so. i feel like i deserve to be proud of it :) i also think i’m pretty good at characterization and pacing, also from a lot of hard work and practice.

i think the only people i know who haven’t done this yet are @colonoscopys and @fallingthorns ? but i could be wrong sorry if so klasdf if you haven’t done this yet and wanna be tagged please just let me know!!!

[hollyisanonymous]

woops now it's february

Hi gang here’s my long-form update again.

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I have been incredibly unmotivated to continue making content. I still love drawing, and there's nothing that can really make me stop drawing, but the lack of engagement has been a huge kneecap to my desire to keep trying to *have* an audience. That doesn't mean I'm going to give up and abandon the internet entirely (seriously, someone bonk me if i try that), but it does mean that I've spent more time making stuff for myself and really thinking about what I want to do in regards to art and content. I've had less of that drive I used to have, and it's gotten me in a bit of a rut.

And, essentially, I've decided to stop caring about audience engagement. It doesn't matter to me if my drawing makes the rounds on Tumblr [dot] hellsite. I would certainly like to be able to make a bit of extra money for my efforts, but I'm okay with patreon just being a way for my friends to support me on the side. It's cute, imo. Same thing with commissions. Unless something terrible happens, commissions will stay open but aren't a priority.

I do want to continue making things for myself, and if anyone else likes it, that's cool too. Maybe I'll get super upset and burnt out because I'm a silly little guy who craves attention, but for now at least I want to be easy on myself and stay positive.

I don't expect myself to really ever get back to the level of "holy shit i gotta make things for NOTES NOW GIMME ATTENTION" that I was at in 2020. I was a very stressed out high schooler at the time and had nothing else going on. Art was all that made me happy, and sometime since that year, it's stopped doing that. That makes me kinda sad, ngl, but I want to keep trying. I've been writing more! I really want to eventually get my work published somehow - even if it's some shitty $2 kindle exclusive on Amazon. I think that's what my focus will be on for now. Who knows, maybe I'll even publish more fanfics. God knows my Ao3 drafts are a mess right now because I just imported half-finished stuff from docs.

Anyway, more stuff coming soon-ish.

#holly talks too much

[ofmagiick]

pinned post and docs tba, but for now here's the html of the rules on my theme until i can get other admin stuff done:

laws

I.

SELECTIVITY / FOLLOWING - this is a selective blog for my sake, but honestly, if i can see us writing, i will follow back. i am mutuals only, though, and will have anxiety about sending you things if we aren’t, even if you’re cool. i'm iffy on doubles, just because i myself am very self-conscious. it’s a personal thing, chances are i thing your writing is fucking dope.

II.

CROSSOVERS / OC MUSES - two words: fuck. yeah. star wars lends itself to crossovers hella well, we can figure this shit out in a hot second. plus, the galaxy is so vast and diverse, i want to explore more of this universe, as much as i can. as for ocs, y’all brave as fuck, and i love them. just have a rules/about page, and then we’re golden

III.

RP ETIQUETTE - you know, don’t god mod, don’t randomly kill my muse (not saying you can’t, hell, please do, just im me first), don’t reblog threads you’re not a part of, don’t relog my hc posts. and have fun.

IV.

FORMATTING / ICONS - match me, don’t, dance the macarena before posting, i don’t give a fuck. i format how i want, when i want. my icons use citrus, by apocalypseresources

V.

WRITING - kind of a slow writer, and easily distracted. poke me over ims after about two weeks, if i haven’t replied before then. not super here for rape/torture, but i have an odd like for eldritch and body horror...

VI.

GRAPHICS - all graphics on my blog are made by me/for me. give credit where credit is due. be nice. making shit is a lot harder than just throwing an image into photoshop and clicking buttons. people work hard on shit, and i will come for your knees if you don’t credit people, creators, artists, etc… i have baseball bats.

VII.

SHIPPING - fuck yeah fuck yeah fuck yeah !! you come to me with a ship, and by the time i’ve finished processing the words, i’m already hella emotionally invested. crackships are my shit, so please don’t be scared. honestly, i’ll ship pretty much anything. probably even some sketchy shit by other’s standards. if that’s a problem, hasta la vista, and sorry i don’t cut it for you.

VIII.

NSFW - i and my muse are 18+, my nsfw tag is literally ‘a girl’s got needs,’ let’s fuckin’ do this. i’ll write it, but not with minors. other, general nsfw topics might come up, due to the nature of AUs and canon events. i do try and tag as cw // or cw ment //, so please feel free to tell me things you need tagged.

IX.

PLOTTING - do it. done. if i don’t write down whatever idea i have quick enough, it will get yeeted from my head like a brick out the window fuckin adhd, so (with express permission from you) i’ll message at bizarre hours, probably. on the flip side, this is your express permission: i, lily, mun of ofmagiick, give you, [name], mun of [blog], permission to send me ims/ask with plot proposals. it’s signed and sealed as soon as you read this. no take-backsies. you gotta, now. :3c

X.

MEMES - headcanon/ask my muse questions/etc, open to all. interaction-oriented, mutuals only. no reblog karma, but if you aren’t sending me something, reblog from the source, please

XI.

ACTIVITY - it can be spotty. i’m a full-time student, adhd mess. hit me up in ims with reminders or ping me on disco/in a server, its all cool.

XII.

MAINS / EXCLUSIVES - i'm okay with mains, you'll be my go-to version of a character, and the one i'm thinking of if mine mentions yours to someone else, but that's gonna be discussed beforehand. exclusives will have to be heavily, HEAVILY discussed, and likely will be way down the line if ever.

XIII.

CALLOUTS - bitch, no. get that shit away from me. won’t post ‘em, won’t reblog ‘em. call me out if you want, i’ll screenshot it, print it out, and put it up on my wall to laugh at, and remember people are still wasting brainpower to be mad at me. if you have an issue with me, hit me up in ims/off anon, and we can talk like adults.

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ABOUT THE MUN - what up it’s ya nerd lily with newest brainrot, this time sci-fi. pronouns are she/her or “hey you ditz”, i am legal to drink in the us and far beyond legal adult there, and i id as a goddamned fucking mess mutuals feel free to hmu for discord if you want it

#ofmagiick #pinned post #do not reblog #✧･ﾟ ——— ❛ game fanatic; hot tea addict. ❪ 001. | ooc. ❫ #temporary rules post

[alienisticxo]

For the fanfic ask! 🛠 🙋‍♀️🤗🤲

thank you for the ask!! 🥹🖤

🛠️— i use google docs to write my fics! i also really only write them on my phone. 😅 i know that’s kind of insane, but for some reason my fingers just move faster with texting and i can access the doc from anywhere that way, even though i write them from like midnight to 3AM just laying in bed with my headphones in and some inspiring tunes playing (mostly Let Go x Ark Patrol and the Halo/Interstellar soundtracks). 🤣 occasionally i’ll use my laptop and listen to lo-fi, but it’s rare these days.

🙋‍♀️- only a few people in real life know that i write fan fiction— my best friend, my boyfriend and one other friend. i’m pretty sure that’s it.

🤗— advice to new fanfic writers just getting started…. hmm…

just do it. (nikeTM) lol. like i know it’s easy to get caught up in “what if no one likes my pairing, what if people think it’s stupid, what if my writing isn’t up to par,” etc. when i first started actually posting my fics years ago, i thought people would say mean things or laugh at me for the crazy ideas i had, or that i would never be able to compare to some of the more seasoned writers and thus no one would read my fics… how wrong was i! i’ve learned you’ve just gotta get past that and write what you love. the rest comes with it! there’s a lid for every pot. so maybe you don’t use words like “contumacious” or “recalcitrant,” maybe you’re more casual or more intense, but that’s literally okay! everyone has their own style of writing, and you will find your crowd. while it is obviously very nice to receive praise, don’t get caught up in stats either. there are more often than not people who will read and adore your fics and never once say anything to you or give any indication of their existence. (take it from me, i used to be one of these people.)

we are here to have fun and share ideas, find others who enjoy the same things we do, and to write what makes us happy and in turn make others happy with our stories! we as readers can also tell when someone really loves what they’re writing and is having fun doing it. my biggest “tell” is when i’m editing my own chapters. if i find myself grazing through it or waiting for a specific part, i’m almost positive my reader is probably doing the same. i always make sure to sit on it and go back later for editing until i know i’m enjoying it. love what you write first and foremost, because that’s far more appealing than writing for clout or without heart.

one more thing— don’t push yourself to write when you aren’t feeling it. as much as we “can’t wait for the next chapter!!!” people are also very understanding about needing time to recharge the batteries. if you wanna abandon a fic, don’t be scared to do so either. life’s wild, so is writing. sometimes it just isn’t panning out. you may never touch it again, or you might come back in 10 years with a whole new perspective and an idea to finish, and pick up a whole new crowd, and probably still have old readers still hanging around!

okay. sorry for that entire novel— but these were things i didn’t realize before and definitely wanted to enlighten anyone else who’s afraid to give it a go!

🤲 — i would love to share a snippet of a WIP!

here is a v small excerpt from my Kismet Master Chief x Reader series!! (if you missed it, you can read the one shot that inspired it from the masterlist in my description ♡)

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But the 117 at the far left end caught my attention. I recognized his green armor, the matte black material beneath it. I remembered that particular number becoming quite a threat to my own soldiers at one point in time.

Ghashank’o, demon, we called him. He had quite the reputation.

He would come in handy.

“I remember you, demon,” I allowed a knowing smirk to slide across my lips.

“Caelestis,” 117 spoke with a slight bow of his head, his tone clear and polite despite my name for him. “We come to you with nothing other than peace and respect.”

“I would hope so, seeing as we’re on the same side of the battle this time around.”

“It seems we are,” he responded.

———

*** caelestis is a word i chose for a royal type of title within the covenant realm 🥹

this was fun!! sorry for being so wordy!! 😅

#writing advice #fanfic #fanfic advice #fanfiction #asks #kismet snippet #master chief x reader

[weirdfishy]

1, 19, and 21 for the Weird Writing Questions? Hope you’re doing well!!

from these questions :))

thank you astral!!! i’m doing okay!!

1. What font do you write in? Do you actually care or is that just the default setting?

a lot of the time i write in arial (personal email google doc creation) or times new roman (school email) whenever i just have an idea i need to put something down. i will change it to calibri by the end of it though, since i like to change the font and size to do a final read through and catch any mistakes. changing it helps my brain from glossing over everything after i stop

19. Tell me a story about your writing journey. When did you start? Why did you start? Were there bumps along the way? Where are you now and where are you going?

i had a lot of time, to just sit and imagine situations and read lots of fics, basically.

the very first fic i wrote was i think in early 2019, but i lost the doc for it. when mrs. corona came around, the witcher got me on tumblr thru like, Her Sweet Kiss analysis, then i decided to try my hand at sitting down and creating fic; v fun and so much dopamine. my first couple fics were Criminal minds, and i was getting into xreader.

a lot of it is just cathartic to what i bottle up, but i like writing without it being my therapy; it’s the most satisfying thing to me, seeing my brain child finished and out in the world.

im better now than i was before, most definitely, and i’ve learned so much through writeblrs and just writing to find my style (im still looking)! for sure going to get better and finish some wips, definitely start new ones as i try to participate in weekly prompts or challenges! when in doubt follow the dopamine, and my brain quite likes the imaginative freedom of it all :))

20. If a witch offered you the choice between eternal happiness with your one true love and the ability to finally finish, perfect, and publish your dearest, darlingest, most precious WIP in exactly the way you’ve always imagined it — which would you choose? You can’t have both sorry, life’s a bitch

gotta say, having one true love doesn’t sound like me, and there is a wip i’ve been agonizing over since i started writing, so definitely please yes i would like to finish that wip

#writers #askboxx #ask game #writing #astral 🌟

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Watching Spider-Man 2 for the first time and Alfred Molina does not disappoint!!! Also someone give Peter a support system PLEASE!!!

#my guy cannot catch a break #nor can he currently shoot webs sometimes #I’ve been so excited to watch Alfred Molina though and I am not kidding when I say that I watched the first spiderman yesterday just to #watch doc ock today. this was my end goal #but now I’m emotionally invested in spiderman #spiderman #but also peter’s so worried about the people in his life knowing in case that puts them in danger but like aunt May has already been in #danger twice now so maybe he should just tell he so he’s got somebody who has his back!!! #okay okay gotta go finish the movie brb #gonna go fall in love with Alfred Molina again #I understand all you people-who-fall-in-love-with-villians now #(but to be fair I was already in love with doctor octavious from into the spiderverse she’s incredible) #raimi spiderman