#I'll be lurking but maybe not responding to anything

[mellowwillowy]

On hiatus for an indefinite moment.

#CW: Rant #Things are not looking well art and writing wise #And I can't seem to grasp anything well anymore seeing how much I've downgraded in everything #Art block and Writing block hit well but I know I'm nowhere near 'getting better at it' #It's just a bullshit reason for me to keep myself away from everyone #I can't even think of anything creative anymore unlike how I did back then #I'll be lurking but maybe not responding to anything #And I'll probably lurk somewhere else #I plan on going through my drafts and try to see if I can do better with my old WIPs and Ideas #I hope I can feel the same spark I used to feel last year(s) #I'd probably only be away for a week (please be so because I wanna write too) so heyyyyyyyyy fingers crossed #(sobs) I haven't even written anything proper for the celebration #WHAT IS THIS AHAHHAHA SOME SORT OF GRADUATION FAREWELL SPEECH? #Ta-ta~ #nb: everyone is bored of my saggy ass writing #no one likes it anymore #I have to WRITE BETTER

[ki-yomii]

like i do | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 3.2k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, pet names, mild praise kink, squirting, standing missionary, finger fucking, thigh riding, established relationship, angst w/ a happy ending, possessive!jk, jealous!jk, mentions of infidelity, trust issues

➥ summary | request - Jk being a jealous husband, angst and smuttttt 🥹💘

➥ notes | for lovely anon. hope you enjoy 💚 un-edited, i'll come back and fix any mistakes later. also poor jimin. i love him but i always seem to make him suffer lol.

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Eavesdropping.

Whether it was a stray conversation in a shop, or lurking around corners to see what others really thought of you, everyone’s done it at some point.

Now, it’s a habit Jungkook tries not to encourage - much preferring upfront interactions and direct conversations - but that isn’t to say he’s never eavesdropped before.

But the problem with listening in on conversations you’re not supposed to be is you run the risk of hearing something you wish you didn’t.

And while it wasn’t intentional by any means - he respects you too much to spy, even if the urge is there - he learns this lesson the hard way.

The first time it happens, he’s in the kitchen refilling his cup of iced coffee. There’s a squeal of surprise followed by a lighthearted giggle, the sound of shuffling limbs and a low grunt.

Everything in him freezes at the sound of your delight, gut churning.

He always works so damn hard to pull the laughter from the depths of your throat. And it stings that Jimin - his friend, his brother’s attempts are effortless.

It’s something so simple, and yet the effect it’s having on him is undeniable as Jungkook white-knuckles the handle of his mug and grits his teeth.

His jaw nearly cracks in two when he hears the softly murmured greeting, “It’s good to see you, baby.”

And Jungkook knows, okay.

He knows there’s nothing romantic between the two of you.

If anything, you’re too alike. Twin flames of the platonic variety. Not only would it never work out, but you both feel nothing but familial towards one another.

For fuck’s sake, Jimin was there when Jungkook proposed. Was the one to encourage it, in fact. Has been nothing but supportive about your relationship even when others disagreed.

However, knowing something doesn’t dampen the spark of jealousy.

Nor does it soothe the sharp flash of hurt threatening to steal the breath from his lungs.

Jimin has always been affectionate with you, and he’s always a touch too flirtatious. It’s a part of who he is, and it’s one Jungkook would never ask him to dim. Jimin spent far too long hiding, pretending, stifling himself for other’s comfort.

And Jungkook loves him as he is, encourages him to be his beautiful, authentic self no matter what. Expect maybe when it comes to his wife… for reasons he’s unwilling to examine.

All schoolyard flirtations aside, what bothers Jungkook most are the pet names. He can put aside his petty jealousy because he knows its unfounded.

What’s harder is dismissing the use of that little four-letter word: baby. 

It’s supposed to be his way of telling you how much he loves you. Special, intimate. A stand-in for the four-word phrase he whispers into the silk of your skin, tattoos into your heart with his lips.

The realization he’s sharing a part of you he thought all his own sits bitter on the back of his tongue, an acid burn eating through his throat until he can’t find the words.

When you respond in kind with a soft, tender call a piece of him shrivels.

Standing in the kitchen adrift and lovelorn, Jungkook’s left with an empty longing he can’t name and no where to place it.

You weren’t together for more than six months before he proposed, knowing you were the one for him by the second date.

Maybe he moved too fast, was too receptive?

Growing up, he’d always been eager to move onto the next big thing, ready to jump head first. Some said that would come back to bite him in the ass. Was this the day?

Perhaps you regret saying yes so soon. Jungkook knows he’s not like other people. They need time to settle into their feelings like a house settling old wooden bones.

The last thing he wants is to make you feel trapped, suffocated under the weight of all his clingy, needy problems.

So he smothers the discomfort and walks into the living room. He shoots you a smile and inclines his head towards Jimin.

Thoroughly ignores the pulse of pain when he sees how cozy the two of you look cuddled up on the couch, legs tangled together with Bam at your feet.

That should be me.

You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

He can’t lose you.

It’s there he silently vows to be less intense, less attached. Does his best to keep his hands to himself even though he wants to reach across the space between your bodies, and tug you into the cradle of his chest.

Bam picks his head up, cocking his ear to the side when Jungkook winces as Jimin reaches out to tug a lock of your hair, smirking around another purred baby.

Thankfully no one else but the dog notices his moment of weakness or the tension cutting through his shoulders.

Staring at his reflection, Jungkook tucks a lock of hair behind his ear and fiddles with his tie. The three-piece fits like a glove yet he’s never felt more uncomfortable.

He longs for soft cotton and baggy loungewear but tonight is important.

It’s your first year anniversary.

He’s had this night planned out months in advance; pulled all the strings needed to secure a reservation at one of the best five-stars in Gangnam.

You’ve been looking forward to it all week, and your excitement is infectious.

Only Jungkook’s mood sours as soon as he turns the corner to find you on the couch with company, dolled up and radiant. Jimin’s beside you, one leg crossed over the other and swirling a half-empty wine glass.

He says something too low for Jungkook to hear.

“Jimin!” You titter behind your hand, the flash of the jewels on your nails catching the light. “Sto-op! You nasty little freak.”

“What’re you doing here?”

Jungkook doesn’t mean to snap but the inner turmoil spills over before he can shove it down.

Your eyes lose some of their softness, the happiness fizzling from your expression like champagne bubbles. Mouth pinching in at the corners, you narrow your eyes.

A lump grows in his throat.

“What’s got you so pissy, Kook?” you ask.

Jimin clears his throat, averting his gaze to the side as he mindlessly plays with the stem of the glass.

The frosty look Jungkook shoots him withers under your pointed glare. Shoulders sagging, he runs his fingers through his hair, unable to care about how much he’s fucking up the style. 

“Sorry Jimin, I… ahem. Anyway, are you gonna be ready to go soon?”

“Mhm, just let me finish up here,” you trail off, motioning to the last few sips of your own wine. “We’ve still got some time before we have to leave anyway.”

Before Jungkook can respond, Jimin cuts in while twining an arm over your bare shoulders, cheek pressed sweetly to yours, “You can’t rush perfection, Kookie. Isn’t that right, pretty baby?”

It’s no surprise your anniversary ends in disaster; a fight so vicious it has you fleeing with an overnight bag, refusing to look at Jungkook let alone speak to him no matter how much he begs you to stay.

Leaving him alone in an apartment ringing with your absence, terrified this is the beginning of the end and thoroughly convinced he’s the worst fucking husband ever.

It’s been several days of radio silence.

No amount of texting or calling gets you to answer. And it’s starting to get to him, going out of his mind with worry, with guilt. If only he hadn’t said this, that, and the other.

If only you’d stayed.

Now, everywhere he turns, Jungkook’s forced to face the jealousy growning like a weed in his heart. And every day it gets worse; a stone crushing his lungs, a bottomless pit curdling his stomach.

He doesn’t know where you are exactly, but his suspicions are proven correct when he nearly busts down the door to Jimin’s apartment only to have you invite him inside, stony-faced and silent.

The quiet doesn’t last, broken by the awkward clearing of his throat as he avoids your stare.

“What are we even doing?” he asks.

Your eyebrows shoot towards your hairline.

There are bags under your eyes and heavy lines around your mouth. You look like you haven’t slept well. Jungkook’s gut clenches, bile bubbling up the back of his throat.

It’s all my fault.

“I’m not sure what you mean, Kook.”

“Please.” He refuses to acknowledge the plea for what it is. “I can’t - I can’t do this anymore.” His voice breaks, cracks in two, tears stopping up his tongue. “I need to know.”

Your eyes flash with confusion. “Baby?” You step closer, hand outstretched and shoulders relaxing. “What are you talking about?”

His intentions are pure, honest.

But months of simmering anger, of doubting everything about himself (again), of resenting the fact he resents you, resents Jimin at all, bubbles to the surface.

He’s not proud of it, but Jungkook explodes; a match set to gunpowder.

“I’m talking about you and Jimin!”

“Me,” you ask, blinking owlishly, “-- and Jimin?”

Jungkook smiles, sharp and unpleasant. Bitter and disappointed. Grief makes him mean, nasty. “Yeah, you and Jimin. Do you think I’m stupid - were you just gonna keep fucking around behind my back?” 

“Woah, pump the breaks! What the hell are--”

“Don’t even try to deny it.”

His eyes glint like shards of black ice, cool and assessing as he stares at you. Numb to the concern in your gaze, the purse of your lips. He’s slipping - he knows he’s slipping. Can feel the grief stricken rage pressing in at the corners of his mind.

The last thing he wants to do is hurt you, and yet he’s helpless to stop the words pouring from his mouth. “Did you like watching me make a fool of myself?”

You sneer, arms crossed over your chest so hard it looks like it hurts, “You’re doing that all on your own, Jungkook. I think you need to leave.”

“No, no, come on. I want to know. Why did you marry me if you don’t even want me, huh?”

Stalking closer, Jungkook corners you against the counter.

The smooth glide of his body is reminiscent of a large jungle cat, purely predatory. The uncomfortable thrill of it reflects through your gaze, the clench of your thighs.

Dark satisfaction curls low in his belly.

He asks, “Did he fuck you better, make you scream his name?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about but you’re being a fucking pig,” you say, shoving his shoulder towards the door. “Now I really think it’s time for you to leave. Come back when you’re not being stupid.”

Strong fingers clamp down around your wrist, and Jungkook tugs you into his chest. His free arm curls around your waist, pinning you to his front. The heat of your body can’t drive away the sudden cold washing over him.

“Let go-”

“No.” He watches as any retort dies on your tongue, your eyes meeting his head on for the first time. Whatever you see hooks in, refusing to let go. “I’m not letting you go.”

Shivering, you try to tug your arm free, “Jungkook, please. You’re starting to scare me.”

In lieu of a response, Jungkook dips his head, and inhales the scent of your hair. Dragging his nose down the length of your neck as the familiar perfume floods his lungs. Soothes the prowling beast caged in his chest.

A rumble of satisfaction vibrates through him into you, your nipples stiffening against him.

Jungkook sighs, “You always smell so good, baby.”

The tension threaded through your frame releases, your edges softening until you rest against him fully. Shivers race down his spine when your breath tickles his ear.

You call to him softly.

He hums, nuzzling into the side of your head, “Mhm?”

“Can you let me go now? Promise I won’t go anywhere.”

Jungkook pulls back to look at you for several long seconds. Unlatching his fingers, he watches as you flex your wrist. Then reaches up to tenderly curl the digits around your throat, transfixed by the sight.

A hook of arousal sinks into his stomach.

Yanks hard when you gasp at the push of his thick thigh against your pussy, your whine when he flexes the muscle. With a soft cry, you sag into his body while your hands fly up to plant themselves on his biceps.

“K-Kook!”

“Mm, that’s it.”

The bubble of emotions boiling under the surface of his skin is at odds with the satisfaction coiling in his belly, the interested twitch of his cock.

Jungkook rolls his thigh and works you along the length of it. The heat of you burns through the cotton of his lounge pants, so warm and soft and wet.

"Don't--" your protest trails off, smothered by your teeth as your eyes flutter in pleasure. "Hn!"

Shit, he wants to bury himself so deep inside you’ll never forget the stretch. Ruin you so good with his cock you won’t dream of anyone else ever again. He’d make you his and his alone.

Fingers tightening around your neck, Jungkook murmurs, “Let me hear you, baby.”

Unsuccessfully trying to ignore how good the friction is, you shake your head in denial. But there’s no hiding how turned on you’re getting, panties sticky and thighs clamping around his.

You’re absolutely soaked, evidenced by the growing dark patch on his leg as he grinds you into a sloppy mess.

“W-We can’t, Jimin’s h-home.”

Mentioning the other man is a mistake, and you know that.

Jungkook sees the realization light up in your eyes seconds after he tenses, rutting up against you harshly. The bulge of his cock digs into the dip of your hip, throbbing in time with the labored heaves of his chest. 

His kneecap catches, the sharp ridge smashing into your swollen clit. Your mouth drops open, and Jungkook slaps a hand over your face before the wail escapes.

He knows he’s being rough, but the tears in your eyes soothe some of the hurt. And honestly, he can’t bring himself to care overmuch, especially when your hips jerk against his.

“Better be quiet. We don’t want Jimin to hear us,” Jungkook snarls, “after all, what would he think if he saw how bad you’re gagging for your husband’s dick?”

Your indignant response is cut off by another muffled whine, his teeth sinking into the corner of your jaw.

A weak spot of yours - Jungkook abuses it to his advantage. Swiping his tongue through the layer of sweat that clings to your skin, the salt bursting across his tongue.

He groans.

“I don’t give a fuck what you or Jimin think.” His breath puffs warm and moist over your ear, voice whiskey rough when Jungkook says, “You married me. You’re mine, baby, and I don’t share.”

Relocating, his hand releases your throat and finds your hips. He slips under the mid-thigh hem of your oversized nightshirt, and snaps the waistband of your panties with a firm tug.

Pulling the fabric free from between your legs, he tucks the ruined fabric into his back pocket as a souvenir. 

“K-Kook,” you say, voice warbling.

He hums, eyes glittering dangerously as his fingers brush over the top of your slit. Your clit jumps beneath the pad of his finger, swollen and throbbing.

When you hiss low between your teeth, he smirks, and bullies the little nub with rough circles until your hips shift from side to side.

“Ah, shit, baby. Can you hear how sloppy your pussy is?”

Jungkook dips his fingers between your folds, playing with your gummy walls as he gathers your slick, teasing the rim of your entrance. The filthy squelches echo out into the otherwise silent apartment.

He preens, chest puffing up with pride, and says, “He can’t make you feel the way I do. Can he?”

Without warning, he slides two fingers deep inside to the third knuckle. Chuckles when you burrow your face into his shoulder, your nails dragging raised lines of heat down his arms as your walls give, fluttering around his thick digits as you adjust to the stretch.

“Mm, you always take me so well, baby.”

You clench at the praise, and Jungkook pumps his fingers in reward, curling up to massage at the spongy patch of your g-spot. You whine, head tossed back and thighs shaking around his hand.

Pain shoots through the base of Jungkook’s spine, and biting back a curse, he reaches down to adjust his cock from where its trapped against you, swollen and leaking.

“Yeah, you’re such a good girl.”

“Please,” you whine before mumbling something else.

Jungkook’s not sure what it is, but figures it’s not all that important when your eyes roll back into your head and your hips twitch.

You start to bear down on his fingers, walls tensing and releasing.

“Gonna cum?” Jungkook nips at your bottom lip, panting into your mouth and sharing breath as his eyes bore into yours. “Fuck! Do it. Wanna feel you cum all over my hand.”

God, you look so good like this; eyes teary and brows crinkled, sweat-slick and mouth slack. A sight he never wants to be without. His sweet girl, his baby, his wife.

“Yeah, that’s it.” His fingers curl and pulse, pet and stretch. “Now open those pretty eyes.”

A hand curls around your jaw, tugs at your chin.

“Look at me,” Jungkook breathes.

Please.

He watches, greedy, as your lashes flutter, the lids weighted down by pleasure. Eventually, you manage to crack them open, and he ruts forward in response. His groan vibrates his lips as they smash into yours in a violent kiss. 

You pull away with a gasp, slick dripping down your shaky knees. “I can’t - hnggg - fuck, Kook!”

“Tell me who you belong to.”

He’s unforgiving in his demands, a cold fire burning in the depths of his eyes. His cock throbs, his hips trembling with restraint as he stops himself from rutting to completion against you.

His heart hammers against his ribs, and his stomach swoops.

The answer will either make or break him.

Anticipation floods the room with tension; hovering in the air like a word about to be spoken.

“Tell me.”

“I -- you, Kook, I’ve always belonged to you,” you say, clenching down around him. “Please.”

Capturing you with his gaze, Jungkook hooks a thumb into the corner of your mouth. All the hurt, all the doubts, all the rage bleed out of him like water tossed over the embers of a campfire.

Leaving behind the single-minded desire to give you what you want. What you deserve. Because you’re his and the only thing he wants to do is take care of you.

Love you like you deserve to be.

Like only he knows how to.

The taste of your skin is sharp and bright when his tongue flicks against yours, and he hisses into the plush of your mouth, “Cum.”

Keening, your pussy throbs once, twice. Your belly contracts. And then you’re gushing wetly, a warm flood of slick soaking the palm of Jungkook’s hand, dripping down to puddle on the kitchen tile. Your walls ripple, muscles spasming as you shake apart in his arms.

Jungkook holds you through it, soothing the aftershocks as you slump into him - a marionette with its strings cut. You’re cotton soft, cloudy. Head lolling on his shoulder when you look up at his profile with hazy eyes.

“Show off,” you slur when you catch the sight of his satisfied smirk, the puff of his chest as he stares at something behind you. “Can’t believe you made me cum all over Jimin’s kitchen floor.”

The sound of a choked-off, slightly hysterical laugh comes from the entryway, “Oh, I can. Just glad to see you guys finally made up. Now I’m gonna go wash my eyes with bleach.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jungkook smut #jungkook fic #bts fic #bts fanfic #jungkook fanfic #bts jungkook #jungkook imagine

[luvrxbunny]

mini blurbs ─ ★ joel miller x f! reader

a/n: ngl. some of these are blurb sized blurbs but i was just too lazy to give them their own post 😇

wc: 992

warnings: 18+ MDNI, cum in pants, voyerism(?), dry humping, piv, blowjob

-> dbf!joel who gets invited to the family bbq/pool party only to lose his shit the second he sees you. he ends up (uncharacteristically) being the first person in the pool because there’s no other way to hide how hard he is.

you eventually feel bad, watching him float around the empty pool, and decide to join him.

so he has to touch himself while you’re talking to him. you’re so beautiful in the sunlight, your skin basically glowing. you’re just slightly sweating, letting joel’s imagination conjure up insane scenarios.

to top it all off, you start touching him. you notice his silence along with his sweaty and red face. you assume it’s the heat, pressing the back of your hand to his forehead then his cheek, and commenting on how hot he feels.

his hips repeatedly jerk towards you as he cums into the netting of his shorts. trying to keep his voice steady as he lets you know that he is perfectly fine.

-> dbf!joel who is disgustingly depraved. like he lurks around your room at night, sometimes just standing out in the hall to hear you moving around in there. you catch him spraying your perfume on his shirts on multiple occasions.

you don't technically know what he does with the shirts but you know that when your dad has him in the guest room, he thinks the walls are a lot thicker than they are.

-> finally convincing joel to send you a full body video of him cumming and he shocks you to your core when it’s just a video of him sitting back, full body in frame, his thick hairy thighs and huge arms grabbing your attention instantly. he’s looking directly at the camera as his cock bobs between his thighs, twitching and leaking everywhere for the camera before tensing up and spurting across his chest. joel’s head flies backwards as a deep groan rattles from his chest as he paints it white. he comes down with slow chants of “oh baby-” and "fuck, sweetheart." before going silent, just huffing into the air.

when he looks back down at the camera you can see a blush over his cheeks as he reaches for it. you can tell he's looking at himself not the camera when he gives you a “hope that was alright.” and a soft, timid smile before it ends

you respond with “come over right now.”

-> trying to give joel a blowjob for the first time. he's basically bouncing in his seat as you get on your knees. you take your time unzipping his pants, smiling at the way he moans at everything you do. his breathing picks up once you reach for the band of his breifs, his hands coming to the side of his chair, gripping so hard that his knuckles almost turn white. you take a moment to take in his state, all disheveled despite the fact that you've done nothing but undress him.

he rewards you with a desperate, breathy "i'll do anything".

his hips are fucking into the air as he keeps his eyes trained on the ceiling. you concede, wrapping your hand around his dick and shocking a moan out of him. you finally lean forward to place your lips on his tip, licking at his slit softly, relishing in his salty taste. he sucks in a sharp breath and never exhales.

you pull off of him to giggle at his reaction, maybe lick up his shaft. but the second you come off, his hips pump into the air, humping his dick against your cheek before cumming all over your face.

he groans like he got kicked in the chest, completely out of breath and so gravelly you know his voice will be scratchy afterward.

“mmm fuck. m’sorry. m’ so so sorry, love. s- so good.”

-> joel who wraps his arms around you so tightly that they shake when he cums. no matter what position. he’ll either rearrange the both of you so he can wrap you up or he’ll figure out a way in the position you’re in.

if he’s fucking you in doggy then he’ll lean down and wrap one arm around you. to make up for the missing arm, he’ll rant about how much he loves you in your ear.

his favorite position to have you in is spooning. first, because it's convenient. second, because he can wrap both his arms around you and pull you against his body as tightly as he wants.

sometimes he'll lock you in place and flip onto his back, planting his heels into the bed before beginning his relentless pace into your crying cunt.

-> in a van for a supply run with joel, tommy, maria and some other unknown characters. maria and tommy are upfront with the goons taking up the middle seats. you had to beg joel for this but you guys are in a cuddling position. joel sitting with his back to window, one leg straight and the other planted on the floor. you're sitting between his legs, leaning back against him but sitting straight enough to just turn your head if you want to kiss him.

but the road is more worn down than either of you expected. you try to act like you haven't only been focused on the hot bulge digging into your back every time the van bumps over a rock but once you feel the hot mass begin to harden and expand, you realize you're not the only one struggling with those thoughts.

with some more begging, a lot of neck kisses, gentle caressing, and soft, desperate words to joel. you're now in the same position but bent at the waist, giving him perfect access to your perky ass.

he's having way more fun than he'd care to admit but you can feel it. he was cautious at first, stopping anytime someone said something he thought might draw attention to the back, or even when the van got too silent. but know he's going at you. he's bringing your hips back directly on his cock like he's fucking you.

and he has no problem draping himself over your back to lean in your ear so you can hear him cumming in his pants for you

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[carlsdarling]

How to save a cat Part III

The relationship between Carl and Y/N evolves, and not everyone appreciates that… Everyone is 18 or over.

WARNINGS: smut, nsfw, angst, violence

Over the next few weeks, Garfield recovered. And it was inevitable: The relationship between you and Carl evolved rapidly. You only met secretly, either at secluded places in Alexandria, or Carl climbed on the roof under your window at night, woke you up by tapping softly on the window, and then you sat together on the roof for hours, holding hands, making out a bit and looking at the stars. Most of the time, though, you just talked. But there was always the danger of being seen and caught.

One night the mood between you was very sexy, and it ended with you having your hands in Carl's pants and stroking him, Carl bucking his hips, moaning softly, and caressing your boobs. "Do you mind if I cum on your hand, baby?" whispered Carl, breathless with arousal.

"No," you kissed him softly on the lips as he also began to spill his cum all over your hand, whimpering. With hearts beating wildly, you held each other. You didn't have anything with you to clean yourselves up.

Carl looked at you. "Y/N?" You raised an eyebrow. "Would you like to maybe... sleep with me?" he asked shyly.

"Now?" you responded in shock. It wasn't very comfortable on the roof - especially for someone who was inexperienced - and the night breeze quite chilly, and there was no way you could take Carl to your room. Your parents could notice it. But you also desired it - Carl's caresses excited you incredibly, besides, you were head over heels in love with him. You wanted to be as close to Carl as possible.

"No," he said hurriedly, laughing nervously, "Of course not right now. I meant sometime, soon." He cracked his knuckles and glanced at you uncertainly.

"Yes," you replied simply and kissed him. "I want to make love to you, too, Carl."

He beamed happily at you. "Okay. I'll take care of condoms." A little later he said goodbye and climbed down the tree in front of your house, walking home elated. Neither of you suspected that he was being watched from a downstairs window.

                                                 ***

The next morning, Carl was on his way to his guard duty. He had slept too long and was already running late, hurrying down the streets of Alexandria. Guilelessly, he rounded a corner when someone unexpectedly grabbed him by the upper left arm, brutally punched him in the stomach twice, ripped off his bandage and threw it in the dirt, then twisted his arm. Tears welled up in Carl's eyes, he couldn't even scream, the pain in his stomach was so intense. "You stay away from my daughter, Carl," your father hissed hatefully in Carl's ear. "Y/N is way too good for you, you're not worthy of her, just look at you," he said with a sneer. "The sight of you is an inconvenience. Your scar is hideous. No wonder you always cover it up. It would have been better if you had died from that shot. I won't let my daughter ever be seen with someone like you, understand? You look like some creature from Wrong Turn, who could ever love you?" he taunted Carl before pushing him to the ground, sneering at him and sauntering off as if nothing had happened. Carl lay curled up on the ground holding his stomach, tears streaming down his face.

No one had ever spoken so viciously about his injury; not even Negan. The latter had made fun of it and marveled at the empty eye socket, but then conceded that it had just been a joke and Carl had no reason to be ashamed of the scar. But this was different. Carl was aware that he might have been the first to look behind the governor's smooth facade and realize what lurked behind it: an abysmally evil and empathy-less man. Robert Andrews, the governor, was dangerous, and Carl was very afraid for you.

After a while, Carl managed to get to his feet and made his way to your house with a bad feeling.

There, hidden behind a wall, he spotted your father who was chopping down the tree in front of the house. Carl knew there was nothing he could do right now; reluctantly he went home, with his stomach ache and sprained arm he could not do his guard duty anyway.

You were caught off guard by events just as Carl was before. You left the bathroom to go downstairs to breakfast when your father grabbed you by the hair, yanked you around and threw you against the wall. You yelled out loud as your shoulder was bruised. Before you could get up again, he kicked you several times, then grasped you by the collar and dragged you to your room. "You get to watch me cut down the tree in front of the house now," he let you know with a cold smile. "No more Carl climbing up to your window. No more sneaky dates. No more dating at all! I warned you. You're to stay away from that white trailer park trash. You stick to your room!"

He slammed the door and locked you in, and you broke down crying. Garfield lay on the bed watching you from his big amber eyes, then came to snuggle up to you. He meowed quietly. You buried your face in the cat's soft fur, sobbing desperately. But you were already so used to your father's abuse that you quickly shrugged it off. You just hoped he would leave Carl alone.

Not wanting other people to become aware of how he was treating you, your dad let you out the next day. "'See Carl Grimes again, and you'll regret it. And so will he," he threatened. "I'll find out."

That's why you were half-mad with fear when you met Carl behind the stables a few hours later. He looked pale and unhappy, and you fell into each other's arms. You noticed immediately that Carl tensed in your embrace, as if he were in pain. "Carl? What's wrong?" you asked alarmed. He held his stomach, his face contorted. "Are you hurt?"

"It's nothing," he groaned, avoiding looking you in the eyes. "It's just... yesterday I was fighting with a walker, and he grabbed me and threw me onto a trash can."

You reached for his flannel and shirt and lifted both. "Oh, God, Carl," you said in horror. A huge hematoma was visible below his ribs. "That must hurt terribly. Poor you. Come here." You stroked his back. "We have to be more careful," you whispered. "My dad, he knows. He chopped down the tree."

Carl nodded somberly. "I saw it. Do you want us to break up? I could understand," he said sadly. "I might not be good enough for you anyway, either. You're so pretty, you come from a politician's dynasty, and I'm just... maybe someone else would be better for you." He fiddled with the bandage. "You don't have to feel obligated to be with me just because I helped you with Garfield, you know."

Disgruntled, you groped for his hand. "Carl, what is this bullshit? What makes you think I don't want you anymore? I love you, you moron. And I don't want to be with anyone but you." You involved him in a kiss. "We just need to be more careful," you repeated. "Already forgotten, you get condoms," you tried to lighten the atmosphere.

Carl silently hugged you to him and stroked your head. "We'll just meet outside," he then decided. "I'll take the car out by myself, and you climb over the wall, and then I'll meet you outside Alexandria."

You nodded. "That's what we'll do."

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When Carl went home later, he encountered Michonne in the kitchen. Rick was apparently not home. Carl had been unable to bring himself to tell you about your father's assault on him; he didn't want to add fuel to the fire, and he was also ashamed of how helpless he had been.

It had also stirred up unpleasant memories in him, of how he had almost been raped then, of how he had been lying on the wooden soil, unable to defend himself, at the mercy of his tormentor. Most of the time Carl repressed it all, but now it was present again and tortured him. He just couldn't talk about it.

And your father's spiteful words burned inside him and made him feel bad and worthless to top it off.

Michonne immediately recognized that something was wrong with Carl. "Carl? What's the matter?" she asked cautiously, lowering the knife she had been using to slice carrots.

He hesitantly met her gaze. "Uum, it... it's just, I have a girlfriend." Michonne tilted her head in confusion. Carl's expression didn't match the happy news. "It's Y/N, the governor's daughter, and... and he doesn't want that. He's told me very clearly that I'm not what he wants, and I'm not good enough, and he doesn't want me and Y/N together, but we love each other." Carl rubbed his chin defiantly. "So we're meeting secretly, just outside of Alexandria now, but I... we plan to... soon, so, we want to have sex with each other, and I need condoms," he then blurted out, red-faced.

Michonne was trying to process all this information. Despite everything, she was glad that Carl had confided in her. "The condom thing is no problem Carl, but where are you guys going to go? Why don't you just come here and go to your room? You know you have your privacy there.“

Carl's eye widened. "No," he protested. "Y/N would never enter our house, she's far too afraid of her dad finding out!" He looked scared himself.

Michonne frowned and pushed aside the incredulous anger at the governor. Carl and Y/N didn't deserve this. So it would probably happen in the back seat of Carl's car, on some country lane where Carl and Y/N could neither relax nor feel safe. Michonne felt bad at the thought - Carl wasn't just her best friend, he was like a son to her. She would have liked something less complicated for him.

Carl seemed to have read her mind, because he said, "We have a place we can go where it's safe and we'll be undisturbed," he revealed to her. "Don't worry about it."

Michonne looked at him inquiringly, registering how tense he was and how pasty. "I'm glad to hear that. But Carl, that's not all, there's more," she said softly. Carl's lower lip quivered, then he began to cry.

Michonne took him in her arms, and now he was sobbing. "Robert Andrews... he said to me I was ugly because of the scar, no one would ever love me, and it would have been better if I had died then," he said in a choked voice. "He said it was an inconvenience to have to look at me."

"That's not true," Michonne said, aghast, holding Carl a little away from her to stare at him. His eye was red from crying.

"Yes, it is," he sniffled. "That's what he said." He didn't mention the beating.

Michonne was speechless, she would have preferred to go right out and kill the governor, but she forced herself to be calm so as not to upset Carl even more. He looked like he had hardly slept anyway. She cuddled him gently and murmured comforting words. "I'll get you the condoms, and then the two of us will bake waffles with strawberries," she announced, struggling to somehow cheer Carl up. He loved waffles with strawberries. "And after that, you're going to sleep." Later, she would talk to Rick about it.

Rick was sad and angry when he learned about it later. Carl had endured so much awfulness in his short life, so many losses, and now this douchebag of a so-called governor was insulting him and shattering his self-confidence. Rick was so proud of how Carl's personality had developed, and Lori would have been, too, had she lived to see it. Hershel as well.

Couldn't Robert Andrews see how lovable, brave and sensible Carl was? How could he behave so callously toward him? Besides, it just wasn't true that the scar disfigured him; even if Carl himself still saw it differently. "I could kill Andrews," Rick growled. "Where's Carl?"

"He's asleep," Michonne informed him. "He said he had a headache. And I'm afraid you'll only make things worse for Carl and Y/N if you confront the governor." Frustrated, she threw a rag into the sink. "I already told Carl that it's really important that they use protection every time. If Y/N gets pregnant, it would be fatal."

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The next day, Carl made his way to the main gate. Negan had arrived, some goods were to be traded, and since Rick was on a mission of exploration in a nearby town, that task fell to Carl.

His stomach still aching, he slowly circled one of Negan's pick-ups and looked at the goods on the back of the truck - oranges, lemons and more exotic fruits. "Okay, we can use several palettes of these," he said, holding his stomach unobtrusively. "In exchange, we'll offer eggs, bacon and corn."

Negan eyed Carl from top to bottom. "What's the problem, serial killer?" he then asked straightforwardly. "You look like shit."

"Oh, thanks, Negan," Carl replied aggrieved. "I already know I'm so ugly I'd better be dead, and the sight of me is an insult! You don't have to tell me that, just shut the fuck up!" he yelled at Negan.

The latter flinched, startled. "That's not what I mean," he said, puzzled. "You look really sick, Carl. You're as white as a ghost." Again he eyed Carl. "You haven't been... bitten, have you?" he asked in a lowered voice.

"No," Carl muttered. "It's just, a zombie threw me on a trash can, and my stomach's been hurting ever since. It'll be fine," he finished sullenly.

"Doesn't look like it. You have two doctors in your crappy Alexandria town," Negan opined sternly. "You should see one of them. For your own sake. Just my two cents." He shook his head in annoyance.

So, after completing the trade, Carl went to the doctor's office, where he found Siddiq, and also told him the tall tale of the walker who had attacked him. Siddiq instructed Carl to lie down and expose his abdomen, then carefully palpated Carl’s body. Carl wailed in pain. "That's a massive bruise, Carl," Siddiq expressed with concern. The injury was just below Carl's old scar. "What other symptoms do you have? Did you throw up after the accident?"

"Twice," Carl admitted meekly. "The abdominal pain is pretty bad, too."

"Did you witness blood coming out of any part of your body?" insisted Siddiq.

"Um, no." Carl pulled down his shirt and sat up.

Siddiq sighed and rummaged around in a closet. "I hope you don't have a ruptured spleen, and that it's just a bad bruise," he then informed Carl, handing him some pain killers. "We'll have to wait and see. Take the pills, and get into bed. You need rest. Do not lift anything heavy. No strenuous activity. I will check on you tomorrow." Carl nodded gratefully and went home.

#the walking dead #twd #carl grimes fanfiction #carl grimes x reader #carl grimes x y/n #carl fanfiction #carl grimes #carl grimes imagines #carl grimes smut #how to save a cat

[ingo-in-places-he-shouldnt-be]

Another Quick Life Update

Howdy.

I'm still kicking around; lurking, mostly, and reblogging memes and stuff to my main blog, but I still check my notifications and my messages over here (I've noticed the Polar Express in particular is making the rounds again, lol). I won't promise I'll respond to everything and anything, but I do still see you guys and your tags still make me smile.

That said, edits are still gonna be on hold for a while longer. Things have been crazy at my job the last couple months, and while I don't want to get into it, there's been some issues with hours, computer systems, management, and people either quitting or taking medical/maternity leave. We're also about to have a whole new team going into Black Friday and the rest of the holiday season, so I'm sure that will be... an experience...

Anyway, we'll see what happens. Maybe things will have quieted down a bit by New Year's?

#not an Ingo #mod post

[imaginesforfandom]

A Hearts Misunderstanding

Loki x Reader

They/Them pronouns

Takes place right before Thor: Ragnarok

Summary:The reader, accompanied by their best friend Thor, visits the grand realm of Asgard. Little do they know, Loki, the enigmatic prince of Asgard, has always had a not-so-secret crush on the reader, who had been rather rude to him in the past. As Thor shows the reader around and makes them laugh, Loki's jealousy reaches its breaking point, leading to a heated argument. In a burst of anger, Loki confesses his feelings, leaving the reader surprised and speechless.

After a moment of silence, the reader kisses Loki and admits their love for him, sealing the beginning of a budding romance. Thor, always the good-natured mediator, playfully remarks on the young love, taking credit for bringing them together.

A Hearts Misunderstanding

You stood in awe as Thor guided you through the grandeur of Asgard, its magnificent palace towering above you, every corner adorned with exquisite craftsmanship. Thor had been a perfect host, sharing stories of Asgard's history, its people, and showing you the hidden gems of the realm.

You couldn't help but laugh as Thor recounted one of his childhood misadventures, and as you did, you noticed a certain someone lurking nearby. Loki, the ever-elusive prince of Asgard, had always had a mysterious air about him, and you had never really been close. In fact, you'd been rather rude to him on several occasions, unknowingly hurting his feelings.

As Thor's laughter echoed through the halls, Loki couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy deep within him. He had harbored a not-so-secret secret crush on you for quite some time, but he assumed you held nothing but disdain for him. Your closeness with his brother only fueled the fire of his insecurity.

Loki's patience wore thin, and his emotions got the best of him. He interrupted your merriment with Thor, snapping, "Must we continue with this incessant laughter and endless tales, Thor? There's more to Asgard than your futile anecdotes."

Your laughter ceased, and you turned to Loki, your eyes flashing with annoyance. "Loki, if you're so uninterested, then why don't you just leave?" you retorted sharply.

Thor, sensing the growing tension, stepped in to mediate. "Come on, you two, no need for this."

But Loki, consumed by his jealousy, couldn't be dissuaded. "Maybe I will," he spat, storming off with a heavy heart.

Your anger flared. "What's his problem, Thor?" you questioned, hurt and anger bubbling inside you.

Thor sighed, a mix of frustration and sympathy in his eyes. "He's got his demons, Y/N. I'll go talk to him."

You nodded and watched Thor go, trying to make sense of the sudden conflict. Moments later, Loki and Thor returned, but the tension still hung in the air like a thick cloud.

Unable to contain his emotions any longer, Loki suddenly burst out, "You think you're so clever, Y/N, playing these games with Thor, laughing at his jokes, and pretending you don't see me, but I see you! I've always seen you."

You were taken aback by his outburst, your eyes widening in surprise. Loki's expression had shifted from anger to a mixture of sorrow and vulnerability.

"Say something, anything," he implored, his voice trembling.

You were at a loss for words. The revelation left you unusually quiet. Uncertain of how to respond, you tentatively reached out, your hands resting on his cheeks, and you kissed him softly.

"I love you, Loki," you whispered, your forehead pressing against his. The weight of your unspoken feelings finally lifted.

Loki's eyes widened, a mixture of disbelief and elation dancing in them. He pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you as he murmured, "I love you too, Y/N. I always have."

Just when you thought the moment couldn't get any more perfect, Thor, with his ever-endearing sense of timing, appeared beside you. "Ah, young love," he quipped, a mischievous grin on his face. "I knew this tour was a good idea."

You and Loki couldn't help but chuckle, your hands still entwined as you shared a knowing glance. Despite the rocky start, Asgard had become the backdrop for the beginning of something beautiful between you and Loki, and Thor was more than happy to take the credit for his part in bringing you two together.

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i hope you guys had as much fun reading this as i did writing this!

#loki x reader #loki laufesyon x reader #loki #loki laufeyson #loki x you #loki laufeyson x you #loki x y/n #loki laufeyson x y/n #loki oneshot #loki laufeyson oneshot #loki imagine #loki laufeyson imagine #loki fanfic #loki laufeyson fanfic

[abyssleaves]

Why I'll Be Remaining in the Lurking For Love Community

Ok.

Honestly, I really don't want to make this.

I'm way too old for fandom drama, and I don't need to be making myself a target. My gut is telling me that it's a bad idea to get involved, and I'm inviting trouble for myself by posting this.

But the most recent post against Tom is just ridiculous and I can't not speak my piece.

I'm not linking to it or reblogging it because I don't want to send hate anyone's way, and honestly because I'm going to block them as soon as this is posted. You can read mine and theirs for yourself and decide what you think.

As far as the “anti-Latino” posts that Tom liked, I can't speak to whether they do damage, or what Tom’s views actually are. I am not Latino, and I'm not Tom. It's not my place. But I will say I was aware of those posts long before I saw that “callout” post, and it's because multiple Latino artists I follow liked and retweeted them. At the time, I was given to understand that they were satirizing the fact that both were styles of stereotypes, but one was acceptable while the other was not, despite both being bad. I can't say, based on just those tweets, that I see any anti-Latino sentiment in Tom. I'm willing to admit that my knowledge on that front isn't bomb-proof.

The second point, well... I'm sorry to the friend that feels used. They're entitled to be hurt. And I will readily admit that I'm only able to respond to the info within that post. Maybe there IS more to it.

But I don't think that Tom ceasing contact over the hormones is surprising at all, from a mental health standpoint. Put yourself in his shoes: you're a trans person in US, which is its own struggle, and you've reached your mid/early 20s without being able to attain gender-affirming care. Now someone years younger than you just got the thing you want more than anything else. Sure, you might be happy for them. But that is also going to hurt, horribly. You really have three options:

1) stay friends and smother the bitterness/possible resentment. That will either end up ruining your mental health, or coming out and ruining the friendship anyway.

2) Ask your friend not to tell you/post about their transition. That makes it about you and also ruins something that should make them happy.

3) Distance yourself.

Maybe he should have spoken more directly with you about his feelings, granted. But, Tom has not been shy about the fact that he struggles with his mental health. None of us handle every situation well. As far as his occasional venting, I would think, if you WERE his friend, you might have some compassion, and either cease contact if the friendship is not fulfilling, or accept his sincere, well-written apology (Which are the ONLY words straight from Tom’s mouth on the entire fucking post).

Instead, you got the apology from him, and then shared a bunch of gossip between you and another friend, and outed your interpretations of his vent sessions to the world. That's not exactly classy, posting about how he sought people he felt safe with during a time when a big chunk of the community he built is telling him to do horrible things to himself.

I want to make it clear that I don't agree with all of Tom’s views as expressed on his initial explanation post. Again, many of them are issues that I don't feel are my place to get involved in, and therefore I stayed quiet at the time.

I'm aware that the justified and intense hurt felt by people in those communities can mean that even differing opinions feel like a slap in the face. You have every right to see Tom’s views as hurtful and choose to leave, and/or make a separate community for support. I don't blame people who are in those communities for doing so. This post is aimed at the obsessed minority that won't leave the tag/remaining fans/Tom alone.

All of the above being said, the reaction to Tom’s post is the most “touch grass” thing I have ever seen.

Tom liking one or two comics from a dark-humor comic artist so widespread on the internet that I didn't even know he had an actual page, or anything about him as a person (something Tom also stated) = Tom is a Nazi sympathizer.

Tom saying “I don't care for neopronouns, but I won't attack you for using them and will respect what everyone wants to be called” = Tom is a monstrous bigot.

The racism accusation has me especially 💀. All because he liked a post about help from an unexpected source and that we should be kinder to each other.

How on earth are you going to tell a POC that he doesn't know what racism is because he’s NOT THE RIGHT KIND OF POC? Do you hear yourself?

(FWIW, I also don't agree with kink at pride. Sorry. LGBTQ+ people are not "narsty little freaks"--yeah I SAW that post--they're people. They can be kinky, they can be vanilla, whatever. Kink has nothing to do with your orientation, and therefore it isn't part of Pride. Also, my guys, if you're having public sex/being nude at pride for kink reasons, then you're not part of the healthy kink community: safe, sane, and CONSENSUAL. Nobody around you consented to that. Similarly, while I feel that sex education for minors should be normalized in order to give them better tools to tell when they're being groomed, seeing strangers with no pants on is NOT education, that's involving minors in your fetish. And that's fucking gross. )

The LGBTQ+ community in the US is in a lot of trouble right now, and we have a very bad habit of eating our own. We divide and subdivide and allow ourselves to be carved up by a united conservative front.

We do not allow for differing levels of leftist beliefs, and we constantly accuse each other of being not POC/leftists/queer enough, or being the wrong kind, or using a term for ourselves that some other individuals don't like. A great deal of the bullying leveled against him is justified by others saying that he's choosing to support a party that will turn on him and cause him and others like him harm.

Well, to be honest, the only community I see doing that right now is this one.

The amount of disingenuous “OMG, just FYI everyone to everyone hurt by [situation], I’M not transphobic/a bigot, you're all welcome here 😌” posts from people, who did not read his post, did not link to or quote his post. Disgusting. You know very well that nothing in his explanation or in his actions throughout his time in the community pointed to any abuse ON HIS PART towards trans people, non-binary people, people of the Jewish faith, or POC. You're virtue signaling, you're putting lambs blood above your door to keep the baying mob away.

This is insane. When did differing opinions turn into this? You don't have to agree with Tom’s views on anything. You're welcome to not follow his accounts, not like his art, not buy his game. If you feel that his opinions are too severely different from yours, you should be allowed to leave the fandom without people telling you that you should do bad things to yourself because your opinions don't match theirs (sound familiar?).

But…please. Can we stop with this awful parasocial obsession with his personal page? You can't lie to yourself and call it anything other than literal stalking. It's creepy as hell, and it reflects more on you than on him, in the long run. People might agree with your outrage, but deep down, they're afraid of being the next target, and they stay quiet out of fear that you'll stalk them next and send a mob hurling abuse their way.

To Tom, I'm sorry that this happened to you. You didn't deserve anything even close to this level of vitriol and abuse. You started from scratch and created a character and story that I feel was something truly unique. You reached an incredible number of people's hearts with Lurking for Love and Jacob, and no matter what happens from here with both of them, you deserve to feel proud of that. I hope that you are ok. Being a public figure on the internet doesn't mean you don't have a right to private opinions or even just general privacy.

I'm not tagging any characters in this. I'm only tagging the game because I hope other fans get to see that they're not alone. I don't believe the tags should be polluted this way. If you have to discuss a creator, it should be in his tag and not in a fandom space.

I'm aware that there will be deliberate bad-faith readings of this, or nitpicking of things I didn't cover. Whoever wants to, go ahead and respond, but I've said what I came to say, and I have nothing more to add. My inbox is closed and I love the block button.

#lurking for love #lfl game #carnivorekitty

[astrophileous]

Btw, I just wanted to drop by real quick in case any of you missed the update I did to my bio, and to make clear on where I stand regarding the on-going crisis happening in the world right now:

I support the freedom of Palestine, and I do not support the Zionist regime.

The situation in Gaza has now escalated beyond an average person's worst nightmare, and thus, I find it necessary to use whatever platform I have to claim my stance and voice my support whenever I can. I know most of you (all of you, really) didn't follow me for politics, but that's the thing: this isn't about politics anymore, this is about humanity.

As someone who grew up in a country who went through colonization, I've been taught since childhood about the horrors of living under an oppressive regime, where every single second of your life is haunted by the possibility of expulsion or death. My heart has been breaking these past few weeks, seeing how the world responds to a literal genocide happening right in front of their eyes. An entire nation stands on the brink of extinction, and a large number of the world population has chosen to turn their backs on them and entirely dismiss their sufferings.

I know you followed this blog for my fics, and I also never intended to use this blog for anything else other than to share my writings, but I'll be damned if I don't use every last bit of privilege I have to do my part in this fight against injustice. The core purpose of this blog won't change; I would still mainly use it to post my fanfictions. But starting from now, I would also use this blog to share updates about the Israel-Palestine situation as well.

Maybe some of you will find that annoying, and maybe you'll end up unfollowing me. Maybe, some of you even disagree. Maybe you're the kind of person who's okay with the complete erasure of an entire ethnic group. If that's the case, then you should definitely unfollow me. It's fine. I don't care. I don't need anyone who supports genocide lurking around my page anyway.

With that said, I also wanna stress that my stance doesn't mean I excuse discrimination against any group of people. I condemn anti-semitism, and anyone who tries to take advantage of my support for Palestine to promote their discrimination against Jewish people will be blocked.

Thank you so much for reading. I hope that all of us can bear witness to the day humanity wins.

From the river to the sea 🇵🇸

#zaranting #free palestine #palestine #gaza #gaza strip #from the river to the sea palestine will be free

[the-darkness-does-not-bargain]

WIP... Wednesday

I was tagged by @askweisswolf for this, so thank you 😊. Here's the latest bit from T Boy au I've been working on. I'll also tag @godsweakestsoldier @estherthenormal @abysskeeper and @willowedhepatica . If you guys are interested 🙂

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Lilith was her only lifeline here.  They made eye contact over the shoulder of a long-winded oil baron, and Beatrice silently begged her for help, getting a small nod in return.  Her friend marched away from the corner she was lurking in and straight toward her, grabbing a flute of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray.  Beatrice eyed her with a touch of wariness, noticing a hint of mischief in her leonine face.

The oil baron was half-way through a rant about the Paris Accord by the time she stood at his shoulder.  Beatrice thought she knew what was about to happen next.  Lilith would upturn the flute on the man’s back, ruin his designer suit, and maybe shoulder-check him with a little too much force for good measure.  Then she would spew a flurry of simpering apologies until he begged off to clean up, freeing Beatrice from his presence.

Apparently, she didn’t know Lilith’s playbook as well as she thought, because a torrent of ice-cold liquid splashed onto her front instead.  “Ah!”

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Beatrice!”  Lilith could be a brilliant actress when she wanted to be.  Beatrice knew this well.  Her particular brand of abrasive, uncomfortable charm came in handy all the time, as did her penchant for skullduggery.  “Oh, I’ve made a mess of you, this won’t do at all!”  Her hands fluttered ineffectually over the front of Beatrice’s gown before she turned a razor-gleam smile on the baron.  “I apologize for my interruption, Mr. Simmonds.  Would you mind terribly if I borrow Beatrice to get cleaned up?”

The man winced subtly under her repellant stare and cleared his throat awkwardly.  “Yes, of course, you’re quite right to.  Thank you for your time, Ms. Young.”

“Lovely to speak with you,” Beatrice said robotically, already distracted by Lilith’s hand wrapping around her bicep to pull her away.  Once they were out of earshot, however, she scowled at Lilith.  “That was hardly necessary.”

Lilith shrugged, lips ticking upward.  “Maybe not, but it was funny.  And what’s the harm?  It’s not as if you like that dress.”

Beatrice huffed, but could not refute the assertion.  “Still, what am I supposed to do now?  Can’t exactly dab this up with a hand towel, can I?  And I can’t go back out there with champagne down my front.”

“Go home,” her friend responded casually.

“What?”

They stopped just in front of the restroom door, a thin thing painted an inoffensive ecru.  Lilith’s sharp eyes scanned the ballroom once before speaking in a hushed tone.  “Just leave, Bea.  I’ve given you an out, so go home and stop puttering about in this purgatory.”

“And just what will my parents say to that?”

“I’ll tell them,” she said.  “I’ll apologize profusely and then distract them by talking about law school.  Easy as anything.”

Beatrice sighed, considering this offer.  She wouldn’t deny how tempting it was.  The chance to bail out early and have some genuine alone time at home was too good to pass up.  And if Lilith was so willing to help, then…

“Fine,” she conceded quietly.  “I’ll text Danil to pick me up.”

“Good,” Lilith responded, satisfied.  “You should probably still try dabbing with a hand towel.  At least so you don’t drip all over the back seat.”

Beatrice rolled her eyes.  “You’re an ass, you know that?”

“Now, Beatrice, I think you can show a little more gratitude than that.”

She rolled them again.  “Thank you, I suppose.”

Lilith hummed.  “Needs work, but I’ll accept it.  Now sod off.”

#tag meme #t boy ava au #lilith is a good friend #but if she knew what this would allow bea to go do #(have phone sex with ava) #i doubt she would have helped so happily #my writing

[hotluncheddie]

20 Questions for Fic Writers

ty @steddieasitgoes !! this was fun!!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

16!

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

26,316 (wtf)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

steddie / st only 😤

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Tiny Green Shorts 

2. Seasons change, but people don't.

3. extra credit

4. that's when boys kiss

5. pretty boy

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

YES! i luv comments! its one of the best parts of writing anything and makes it extra fun! its connecting with people!!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

mmm i don't really like angsty endings. i guess Little Lamb has the most general angst but tbh that's not even gonna be a sad ending once its done - its gone have a lot of hope. maybe just high masking but again the connected part is comfort heavy

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

everything :) happy endings only in this house! 🍓 is maybe the most good vibes all the way thru piece

8. Do you get hate on fics?

its honestly a dream of mine to get cyber bullied one day, so no but if anyone wants to u can just this once

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

ya - mmmm mild d/s dynamics and graphic descriptions of bellies :)

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

no - sometimes i think about doing like film inspired steddie but idk if i'll ever get around to it (like school of rock au or dead poets society au)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

no???

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

no! but that would be cool!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

no :) i think having to consider someone else's schedule when writing would be stressful - i am slow

14. What’s your all time favorite ship?

steddieeeee 😤👌🫡💪

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

i'm working on a openly bi steve / queer eddie fic and it needs a lot of editing and keeps growing and it could honestly never get done but i really hope i work it out one day (i wanna incorporate music into the like theme of the scenes somehow but i dunno if i'm capable enough for it to be good - plus rewriting is hard bc what's there is good its just not right for this)

16. What are your writing strengths?

i like to think i can write my rancid sewer goblin dream boy eddie munson pov well

and maybe dialogue, or like metaphors?? i also have a thing about rhythm when i write so hopefully that come through, like pace and flow of sentences or whatever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i have like pictures in my head and i never know how much to describe, like do i go full setting and facial expressions but then that feels like too much so idk. but ye that - the stuff around the dialogue

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

i dumb baby i wouldn't even try bc it would just be google translate n that's embarrassing

19. First fandom you wrote for?

this one! i only lurked before hehe I've used ao3 for like over 10 years and this fandom was the first i ever wanted to make anything for

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

uhhh i think unmasking is very dear to my heart. but also Seasons change, but people don't. just bc its still my longest fic to date

that was fun! no pressure tags!! and sorry if you've already been tagged don't be mad a meeee!!!

@pearynice @numinosmoon @2btheanswertothequestion @flowercrowngods @aringofsalt @scarcrossdlvrs

#hotlunch #steddie #<3 #ask game #i can't get the bi steve wip out of my head dude #but i just think about it #no new ideas at all

[catanisgorgeous]

A Very Catty Excuse

Characters: Satan (Shall We Date: Obey Me!), gender-neutral MC (only pronoun used is "you").

Tags: Fluff, (Maybe?) Confessions, lots of kitten playtime^^

For context: You had helped Satan prank Lucifer at breakfast (again) and was subtly kicked out for the day. You didn't feel confident enough going back even as night fell, until your favourite came along to help. Self-reliant MCs for the win, so MC here works evening shifts at Ristorante Six ✨

A/N: Hi there, demons and humans and angels and reapers~ This isn't my first time writing but it sure is my first post so I hope you'll like it! Do drop a like if you do 💚

Ding! The door to Ristorante Six slipped shut, leaving the little old bell swinging and ringing. Tired from an evening of relentless orders, you slumped onto your chair with a sigh.

On any other day you would be cosily asleep by now. But you weren’t feeling too confident about returning today after that scary morning… Turns out, working out a proper prank on Lucifer called for more mental strength than you'll ever have. There was no way you were going to face the demon right now, at least not alone.

And here you are now, hoping for a brother to drop by to walk you home, having hesitated so long that it was beyond dark outside. Pulled a prank on him first thing in the morning, then stayed out late, returned only next morning… Lucifer will definitely not be pleased.

“Great,” you sighed again. “Just great.”

You had almost dozed off when you heard the fourth’s voice vibrating from your D.D.D. “MC, are you awake?”

This rascal! Of course I am, you dolt, do you even REALISE I’m not at home? Was nobody even looking for you? You swipe open the chat to find Satan typing. Meet him outside the gate? Maybe he did know you weren’t home.

“I’ll go!” you texted back, fatigue fading to let excitement take over. Was he actually asking you out? Sure, it was unnervingly late at night but it was to the cat park — how cuter could he get?

Satan: I'll be waiting at the front gate, so hurry up.

You: Why did you invite me?

You couldn’t help but ask: it wasn’t often he asked you out like this... Besides, knowing his sentimental and eloquent speech, you were curious. How would he respond? A sweet “I think my cats would feel just as comfortable with you as I do.” Or maybe a shy “I don’t know… I just wanted you to come with me. Must there be a solid reason?” Oh, the different possiblities that buzzed through your head… until––

Satan: I wanted someone to carry these cat toys for me.

It’s quite embarrassing to be seen holding these little mouse-shaped things.

…Really? He can’t be serious...

And yet now you stand beside this weirdly tall tree, watching him lay out a picnic mat of cat food. All self-esteem had been laid aside for the night. At least he HAD called you outside, whereas the rest of them had forgotten her existence.

Just maybe he had simply been too embarrassed to say anything sweet. Just maybe the cat toys were an excuse.

Either way, now you won’t be sleeping on demon-lurking streets tonight. Seeing the number of kitten litters, you wondered if you’d get any sleep at all. It was rare to come across such a serene area full of nature and peace. Maybe Satan had created or modified this place just for his children. Yes, he insisted that you do not refer to them as mere thoughtless creatures. Whatever that meant.

“MC, I doubt you can stand there all night,” he called, patting a patch of grass underneath the tree, somewhere close to where he sat beside the cats.

You nodded and sat down, crossing your legs underneath and grinning wide when a fluffy white ragdoll leapt onto your lap. “Hello there,” you mumbled, scratching behind its ear with one hand and rubbing its belly with the other.

Satan blinked, watching in silence for a while. “Didn’t realise you were a cat magnet too.”

“Oh, I’m not, just generally nice to them,” you smiled at the kitten’s purr. “I’ve had a pet or two before. One pup and two cats.”

“Sounds lovely.”

“You mean chaotic,” you laughed, shaking your head and pulling the kitten closer. It rolled over, paws outstretched and laid softly against your tummy, letting out a slow, sleepy burp. “Somebody’s eaten too much.”

The demon cleared his throat, drawing your attention back to him. “So, care to explain why you were out this late? All alone?”

You felt your shoulders tense, bit the inside of your cheek.

“Surely it wasn’t because of Lucifer?”

“It’s his house, I wondered if he might just kick me out. Or lock me up,” you shuddered, not knowing which was worse where the oldest was involved. “Besides, I’m an outsider, unlike you, so of course he’d be furious. Didn’t wanna face him…”

Satan watched your piteous expression for a while before scoffing, “He’s too old to hold grudges; he’ll have moved on by breakfast tomorrow.”

You nodded distractedly, relieved the fourth was here to walk you home when morning came. As though sensing your tension, the kitten stirred, rolling closer to your tummy. “Aren’t you the cutest thing,” you scratched her chin, listening to the purrs drifting off.

“She likes you,” Satan smiled. An actual smile, one that caught your breath at the way his eyes twinkled. A thought flashes through your head: Maybe the cat toys really were an excuse.

“You think?” You grin.

He gazes back at you, shrugs with a smirk. “She’s not the only one.”

#obey me #obey me mc #obey me satan #obey me fluff #satan x mc #satan x reader #obey me x mc #obey me x you #obey me x gender neutral reader #gender neutral mc #obey me x reader

[flamingskull28]

A story I made for my friend @lunch-squad-askblog

–Korra– 

Light filtered into Korra's room, illuminating the lower half of her face and below but just missing her eyes. It was already late, given how she had slept through her first alarm but she had prepared for this, she had a habit of sleeping in a lot. Her second alarm played the sound of “Color Pulse” at high volume rudely forcing her out of her slumber and the pleasant dream she was having, she couldn’t recall most of it but she knew she was with Quince and Xyril and they were doing… something, she wasn’t sure of what but she knew they were all happy and hanging out. They did hang out a bit but that was mostly for patrols and lunch. She wanted more opportunities to hang out with them but she was unsure what she could find that they could all do that they would enjoy…maybe- “Korra, time to get up I made some pancakes.” her mother called, the voice was slightly muffled by the wall but she still could make it out. Ok she could figure it out later for now she was hungry and even if lounging in her bed was tempting she had some breakfast to eat and a patrol in two hours, perhaps she could ask what they like to do then.

“You're getting better with these pancakes every time mom I swear” Korra said as she stuffed the bite down her throat and started to get up, her mom responding with a big smile and a thank you. She needed to grab her gear and start heading for the square. No one would complain if she was late(again) but she didn’t want to be a bother for them…. like she always wa- ‘No! I need to cut back on the negative self-talk just like Iroh said.’ she thought to told herself as she buried her hero suit under her suit in her bag, not wanting her mom to find it. It's not like she was going to search her things before she left or that she would even think anything of it, but it was better to be safe than sorry. 

She felt bad for not telling her mom about the agent work and seeing her worry every time she had to rush out to “help her friends” or came home with bruises or ink burns but she knew her mother would either keel over, get even more worried every time she left the house or keep her in the house forever if she told her about it (or a mix of all three). She wasn’t sure about Iroh but he would no doubt not be a fan of the danger it posed, especially since the respawn pads ran out of power.

“I’m going to hang out with some friends. I'll be back in a while, love you!” She said as she headed for the door and put on her captain's hat “Ok love you too, stay safe and call me when you get there or if anything happens.” her mother responded, Korra gave a smile and slight eye roll as she headed out the door. Her mother could sure worry but that's a good thing she supposed. She, from her moms point of view at least, was going to fight and splat people for a few hours and be walking around with people her mother wasn’t too familiar with and, despite being there for over two months inkopolis was still sort of new to both of them, so they had no idea what or who could be lurking. Korra shuddered at the thought of being taken with her mother and brother not knowing where she was or what had happened, but she knew she was capable enough to prevent that…. Most likely. Whatever, she still had a train ride to the square to catch and had some ideas to make. She grabbed a seat on the train, next to a few early risers and workers, and put in her earphones, starting her playlist and heading into her notes app to brainstorm some ideas.

–Xyril–

“Ok here's your gear sorry it took a minute to find, Rina wanted to give it a quick look over, make sure it was in working order and all, you know how she is” Pearl told him with a smile at her girlfriends overthinking. His weapons had never failed to work and yet she had a point to tune it almost everyday. “It’s alright, better safe than sorry and I still have two hours to get there.” Even if it was a bit much he would never fuss over Pearl and Marina's mother-like behavior (he would never say that outloud though or at least.. Not yet) he knew they cared and had their own way of showing it. “I should head out though, it still is a long walk, I’ll be back before sunset ,see you both later” he said with a wave, walking out the door. 

He winced a slight bit when the hot air of the outdoors hit him full force. He still had to get used to the non predetermined weather of the surface even with the time he had been there. From what little he could remember the domes were normally warm but it was more so here than there and the switch from the air conditioned mansion to the warm summer heat was not very friendly but he would live. ‘It's better hot than cold I guess, the cold always reminds me of the metro….’ he thought with a shiver. He had spent a good amount of time trying to forget that place, but It would never truly leave his mind but Marina and Pearl had helped with that, yet another thing he would be forever grateful for.

He had been walking for about an hour and had made it to the city itself now, its liveliness still amazed him. As he walked he could hear and see many things. A few songs being played, he specifically heard ebb and flow, Blitz it! And he heard a fellow octoling humming the inkantation while hanging over the balcony of his apartment. It always made him smile to see other octoling enjoying themselves on the surface, he found himself stopping to look at the octoling, noticing that he looked quite like him. While he looked a inkling walked up behind the man and grabbed onto one of his shoulders  and assumed a position beside him, the octoling jumped and the contact then calmed and looked at the inkling “Mike! You scared the living daylights out of me!” his voice showed no irritation, just a bit of shock, his expression returned to normal and Xyril noticed he was blushing a slight bit. “Aw sorry Rover. You just looked so cute standing out here humming to yourself and I had to come over.” Mike responded with a big smile “Ah. y-you-” Rover found himself at a loss for words at what Xyril now assumed was his boyfriend's compliment. But Xyril didn’t stick around to see the rest of the interaction because ummm he still had to get to the square! Yes that's believable…. Ok that may fool someone else but he can’t really lie to himself. He knew full well he walked off because he knew what the couple made him think about and if you saw his glowing face you could definitely hazard a guess.

‘I wonder if…. He could feel the same. He is always so quiet so I don’t really have a way of knowing, would he though? It's not like we have much of a bond but their… could be a chance’ Xyril argued in his head while continuing to the square, wishing he could go back to thinking about the cold and painful metro instead of this. He was getting close so he wouldn't have to think about it for long but he quickened his pace just to be sure because he did not want his brain to make any irrational lines of thinking, that would be un- ‘I wonder if he is a good kisser?’ Ok, that's enough thinking for today.

 Had he not been in public he would have ran but he didn’t want to attract attention and risk people seeing him go into the drain, so he just awkwardly power walked to the drain, and tried to distract himself by looking at the various octolings and inklings going about their business. Some on their phones, some talking with people, others playing the rhythm action game that he thinks is way too hard and a few couples……. He thankful was saved by the sound of metal under his feet “Oh r-right, the patrol” he spoke to himself trying to keep his face from heating up, he knew Quince was always the first one to these and he really didn’t need him to ask why he was blushing (Xyril was pretty sure he would splat on the spot if he did). After taking one more moment to calm himself he turned Octo and went down into the grate, looking up as the city’s light escaped farther away, he silently prayed that he could one day have to courage to admit the way he felt, else he be trapped in a cycle of misery like the metro had imbued upon him. 

–Quince– (note I change the narration to better fit his general attitude) 

Quince held out his hero shot in front of him as he quickly rounded the corner but held it back down after a minute of observing, when no hostiles were seen. “Oh come on Quince I cleared out this area countless times so no one has dared to try hold this kettle anymore, and even if anyone tired it wouldn’t need to warrant such caution” He heard Agent 4 say behind him with a calm tone and while keeping a casual grip on her hero slosher, he simply rolled his eyes and scoffed. Even if it had been safe the last couple of times they checked, they still couldn’t afford to be careless. He would never understand why 4 and 8 never took this work more seriously. He could rant to himself about his fellow agents' carelessness later they still had the rest of this kettle and zone to clear.

They all jumped out the kettle one at a time. Quince looked over to 4 who still had kept her calm demeanor and began chatting with 8 who looked at her actively but occasionally spared an uncomfortable glance back at him. Quince wasn’t sure why 8 had been acting this way today. Looking at him then looking away when he had noticed, looking a bit off put but also over invested whenever quince spoke, and given keeping this happy yet nervous grin on his…… admittedly handsome fac-. NORMAL FACE, he was thinking normal face and nothing else…. Nothing else. 

“-hat sound good with you Quince?” oh they were talking to him? He mentally slapped himself for getting too caught up in his thoughts and having ignored Agent 4 like that, for all he knew she just told him about an octarien plot to steal the great zapfish and save the DJ and he hadn’t been paying a-. “Quince? Quince!” she finally yelled, tired of repeating herself. “Um, yeah?” he replied sheepishly at his own rudeness. “Do you have any idea what I said?” 4 asked him with an exaggerated look of displeasure. “....no” he admitted, finding the irony in him not being attentive. She gave an eye roll before explaining “ My and Xyril-” he interrupted “We use code names in the canyon 4.” She ignored him and continued “We were discussing something we could all do together, outside of Agent work and I was asking your opinion”

“We…. have lunch after these you know….” he tried to convince her, social interaction was not his strong suit and he had other things to do……. Like patrol…. And train. Ok he didn’t have much going for him but still, he didn’t want a repeat of last time or to make the same mistakes.

“Oh come on! We can’t let this stand! We are friends and we should do more stuff together than just patrolling!” 4 spoke loudly, he was sure that if there was a table there she would have slammed his fist onto a table. 8 looked as if he had heard this before but agreed “Yeah! Come on Quince we should try to do a bit more than just patrol together, please.” He looked at him with almost pleading eyes. Quince thought himself strong willed, that he could effectively resist any form of persuasion and yet, it only took 8 giving puppy eyes for all forms of protest to die on his lips and 4 seemed to notice this and began attempting(and failing) to stifle her laughter. He never knew why he found his will broken so easily by 8….and he didn’t really want to think about why either. 

“F-fine, what did you even have in mind?” He asked, looking away from 8. “Well I found this app called tumblr, where some people make blogs and have people ask them questions, I think we could have a lot of fun with this, like about our agent work or lifes or such.or about two guys crushes”

Quince chose to ignore the last part she whispered(even if it seemed 8 was having a hard time doing that) but still was concerned “Wait! How do these people know about the splatoon?! We are supposed to be a secret group!” 4 looked unbothered by his concerne “They just think it’s a made up thing” 4 said nonchalantly. Quince attempted to find something else to convince her not to, but found himself being effortlessly dragged by the shorter agent towards the grate, “Now come on we should go make the opening post.” they already were at the cabin by the time he came up with any resemblance of an argument so it was already too late.

“....Aaalright!”

“I think it’s ready!”

“Starting in 3…2…1…”

“And there we go! Let’s- uhm.”

“You’re covering the camera with your hand”

“Oh- whoops. *ahem*”

Korra removed her hand from the camera, letting it show both him and 8.

“C’mon guys! Introduce yourselves!”

8 spoke up first “Uhm… hello guys. My name is Xyril. Nice to meet you.” Quince went for a more simple greeting “*sigh* Quince.” 4 then jumped in front of the camera and took off her cap in a greeting manner “And I’m Korra!” she said, turning the camera towards her a bit “and welcome to our blog! I hope you enjoy your stay!” She finished then going to check the footage, 8 walking over to check as well (he always did care about how he looked in videos and photos) Quince opted to stay where he was, he didn’t care how he looked too much, he really didn’t even want to be here but….. Maybe 4 was right, maybe this would just be different then last time…or it would be just as bad. Either he felt he owed it to them to at least try to do this, he hadn’t been the best friend before this to be fair, at least he got some lunch while he did. 

#agent 8 #agent 3 #agent 4 #agent 24 #splatoon 2 #new squidbeak splatoon #bad writing

[thepagemistress]

Saw this floating around and thought I'd do it because why not? (Also I have two AO3 accounts so the answers will incorporate both.)

Fanfiction Q&A

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

128

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

374,590

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Right now, mostly just Supernatural. I'm not good at multitasking. But I've still got some IT and DBH fics lurking in my WIP folders and there was an OFMD one I wanted to write ages ago that isn't even canon now but fuck it, right?

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

#1 Braver Than You Think - It (1,280)

#2 Or Are Ya Chicken? - Castle (525)

#3 One I posted anonymously for Reasons™️ 😅 (505)

#4 Note to Self - Detroit: Become Human (333)

#5 The Domestication of the Swanman - Supernatural (316)

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

*sigh* Not as often as I should. If someone leaves a long comment or an enthusiastic one or asks a question then I'll usually respond. But I don't like that AO3 includes replies in the comment count. I don't like inflating the number by responding to everything.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmm. I guess Eighty-Sixed? My dark version of SPN but I did kind of subvert it right at the end because I'm me.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Braver Than You Think. My middle finger fuck you to canon deaths!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Hate is a strong word. The one I posted anonymously ended up with ✨️drama✨️ on it because someone accused me of stealing their friend's idea and then some other people swooped in to attack that person and defend me and then some other person said I needed Jesus lol. But other than that one fic, no 😂

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

I have done but I don't write it nearly as much as I used to and the more I don't write it, the more I don't think I probably can anymore. But I do have some in the back pocket should the mood strike. And it's usually pretty intimate stuff these days. Actually depends on the pairing, I guess. Not really opposed to trying my hand at anything.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

If we're talking actual crossovers and not just AUs, I have written one and that was my Supernatural/Santa Clarita Diet one which was a LOT of fun to write. I do have two other SPN crossover fics on my to-do list that I'm excited to get to eventually 👀

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! It was forever ago, over on ff.net. I don't even remember how I found out. I think the "author" actually messaged me asking permission to plagiarise my fic even though they'd already done it. But they took my Castle fic, did find & replace on the character names and turned it into a Big Time Rush fic. Absolute shenanigans.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I had someone ask if they could but I don't know if it ever actually happened.

13. Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

I have not. I don't know that I'd be able to, tbh. I'm a bit of a control freak when it comes to writing.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

At this point, it probably has to be Destiel, right? It's endured this long. I still look back fondly on all my ships but none make me quite so feral as those two do.

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

Ugh. I made the mistake of rereading my Reed900 fic the other day and I actually really love it still. But I have no memory of where it was going and no clue where any of my notes are so it's probably dead. There's also my "Richie goes back to Derry to dig Eddie out of Neibolt" fic but I DO still have all my notes for that one so foolishly I keep telling myself maybe one day...

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I'm good at coming up with novel ideas. Or at least unique approaches to things. And I'm quite good at capturing a character's voice.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

You mean aside from actually...writing? I suck at writing action or setting a scene. I focus so much on dialogue and internal emotions that I don't realise I've never said where anyone is or anything to paint a clear picture.

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

I've done it a few times but unless I know someone who speaks the language, I don't really like relying on Google Translate to get things right.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Knowingly, it must have been The Monkees. But I was writing self-insert stories when I was a little kid involving Sonic and Bill & Ted and The A-Team...

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is an impossible question. I guess Braver Than You Think. Especially because a fic author I'd been following for over a decade commented on it and that was the coolest shit ever.

Please, any writers that see this, go ahead and fill it in and tag me in it! I wanna learn more about your stuff 😊 and I'll specifically tag @ncrrington @maccca-chino @wigglebox @castiel @casdeans-pie but no obligations!

#writing #about me #destiel #reddie #reed900 #dbh #spn

[gloomuraishroud]

Introduction

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[sailorsenshishitposter]

CUTE COUPLES GET IN FREE

While this is after the two stories I'm posting on valentines day, those can be read as stand alone and are not needed to enjoy this. No cursed smut but it's still a crack fic featuring Samuraiden and Sunsoon

Sundowner wanted to take Monsoon somewhere special for their first date but he wasn't sure which option would be best. He turned on his codec and messaged Sam. "I'm surprised that he even agreed to go out with you. I'll help you but here's the thing. You gotta get blondie to join. Think of it as a double date."

Everyone knew that Jack would rather die than date Sam so he knew he would have to trick the cyborg somehow. "Maybe if I take everyone out for a group event?  Damn it, why doesn't Sam just find someone who's actually interested in em'?" Sundowner was up all night planning but he now had an idea of how to pull this off. He messaged Sam and they discussed on how to proceed.

Everyone was in the office listening to Armstrong's lesson plan. Sundowner rushed in and immediately shoved everything off the table. "What the hell do you think you're doing!?" Before Armstrong could continue all he heard was "CAN'T WAIT! EVERYONE OUTSIDE!" Unsure if there was any danger lurking, everyone decided to evacuate.

Outside of World Marshal was a black van. Sundowner immediately pushed everyone inside, acting as if he was performing a routine army drill. He got in the driver's seat and slammed on the gas. "Mind telling us what's going on?" demanded his boss.

"I just thought you guys all deserved a treat! I'm taking y'all to a theme park. Don't worry about payin' either." Mistral was the first to speak. "Wow, that's very considerate. What's in this for you?" He tried to keep calm and deny the allegations. "C'mon. Can't I do something nice every once in a while?" Everyone then gave him a suspicious look.

"Anyone think we forgot something?" Back at headquarters stood a lonely Khamsin. "Hello? Is anyone there...?" Suddenly he tripped over something. It turned out to be Bladewolf's tail. The man gulped. This would not end up well for him. As Sundowner was driving he remembered that he hadn't picked up Jack and slammed hard on the brakes.

At this point Mistral had made him give up his seat so she could use one of her many pairs of hands to drive responsibly. "Shit!" He then made a secret codec call to the cyborg and prayed that he would receive it on time. Eventually they pulled up to the park entrance. "Twinkle Park? Are you sure this isn't for five year olds?"

He was about to reassure them when a familiar face showed up. "Well if it isn't saucy Jack? What brings you here?" Raiden groaned. "That asshole told me that Sam died and I was invited to celebrate!" Sam looked hurt. "Why must you wound me, my love?" Before a fight broke out, Sundowner got everyone's attention. "Hey, we're all here now so let's just have a good time!" Raiden sighed. "Fine. But I'm not paying!"

Sam said that wouldn't be an issue. As everyone got to the ticket booth, Raiden and Sam were the first to enter, causing a noise to go off. A robotic voice came on. "CUTE COUPLES GET IN FREE!" Jack then started freaking out. "I SAID THIS WASN'T A DATE!" Sam responded by saying that he could either get in for free or pay separately. In the end he chose the first option but swore to the Brazilian that if he attempted anything then he was going to lose more than his arm.

Mistral and Monsoon were next. The buzzer went off yet again and they were just glad they wouldn't be having to pay. This left Sundowner and Armstrong. "Crap! This wasn't supposed to happen!" They approached the booth and the sound didn't go off, causing the man to realize what was happening. Armstrong let out an awkward cough. "I hope you realize that I won't be paying for your actions."

Two tickets were bought with money being docked from the mans pay. "Please just let this be worth it!" Everyone got together and looked at the park map. "All right, we meet back here by 4 PM. I'll pair off with Monsoon so that means Mistral and Armstrong will be together. That leaves Sammy boy and good ol' Jack."

Before Raiden could protest, Sam was dragging him off, hoping to find some sort of love tunnel.  Sundowner turned to Monsoon. "Anywhere you want to go yet babe?" The cyborg thought it over. "What about the drop tower?" While this was happening Mistral and Armstrong somehow wound up at the arcade.

They soon noticed the punching machine. It was currently being used by some lanky teenager who could hardly get the bag to move, giving out a pathetic score. This was getting on Armstrong's nerves. He watched the boy fail a few more times and then told him to go hop on some other machine. He took off his shirt and handed it to Mistral. She got to see his abs though so she was hardly complaining. He raised his fist and punched so hard that the machine exploded. Mistral then handed him his shirt back. "I think we should try something else."

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Now it was Raiden and Sam. Raiden had made it a point that if he was being forced on a date then he should be the one to pick the ride. "That makes sense. So where are we going pretty boy?" The cyborg let out a smug laugh. "Let's see what's the fastest roller coaster that they have."

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It turns out the tower drop isn't as fun if you've already jumped off of buildings that are higher. "What should we do now?" This was Sundowners perfect chance. "I haven't been on a Ferris wheel in ages! Let's see of it can hold all of my weight!" They than began walking towards the next ride. Now he was panicking internally. "Say something to him damn it!"

"You look different. Did you do something with your hair? Oh wait I know! You're using a new soap!" The cyborg wasn't sure why his boyfriend was asking him these bizarre questions. "You're just smelling the WD40 that I polish my body with..." Well this was awkward. "Hey look, we're almost there!"

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Mistral was standing in line with her boss when she noticed her colleague Sam. "Hey, are you guys also going on the rollercoaster?" Raiden smirked. "Why yes. Also the best seats are in the front row." He had no issues with this woman so he decided to do her a favour. "I'll keep that in mind, merci."

As everyone got aboard the ride, Raiden deliberately chose seats near the back. Sam then began to purr. "Oh bonito, you chose this place so we could have some privacy, how romantic!" Raiden was trying not to cackle like a maniac. "That's what you think!" he thought to himself.

Mistral sat near the front and waited for Armstrong to join her but unfortunately he was so large that he required his own seat. He pushed up his glasses and frowned. The only available spot was right behind Sam and Jack. He made his way over and buckled himself in, unaware of the horrors that await him.

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Sundowner and Monsoon were now on the Ferris wheel. They soon reached the top and the Alabama man felt compelled to say something. "I can't believe they made a whole theme park modeled after a castle! It makes me feel like some kinda prince charming." Monsoon then turned towards him. "I'm not following. Are you wanting me to dress up as a princess or something?" Shit. This was now even more awkward.

"No, no. What I'm trying ta say is I like ya and I want ya." Before he could continue he was cutoff. "Are you playing from your speakers again?" This was the second time he had an issue with his blu tooth. "Darn it alexa, stop playing so this is love! I'm trying to do something important here!" Monsoon held Sundowners chin. "Did you do all of this just for me?"

The other man blushed. "It was supposed to be a secret!" The cyborg cuddled closer to him. "Who's my little pogchamp?" Sundowner responded "I am." The cyborg grinned. "Good. Now as a reward how about I let you throw these fire crackers at the children down below?" Sundowner was amazed and it took all of his will power not to play tonsil hockey with what was essentially a magnet.

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There were screams. It was all over before it started. Raiden knew that Sam would most likely vomit his guts all over the place. Since most of the people were in the front they were safe. This did not apply to Armstrong though. When it hit him he screamed in rage, threatening to take the mans others arm. The ride came to an end and everyone immediately jumped out of their seats.

Armstrong was now coated in filth and was angrier than anyone had ever seen him. "WE'RE LEAVING!" He tried to contact the other two by codec. "WHERE THE HELL ARE THE THEY!" He got everyone loaded into the car and then burst through the gate. Armstrong was driving like a mad man, running over pedestrians and crashing into buildings. "Sir, where did you learn to drive?"

He would chuckle if he were in a better mood. "Mistral and I played a little game called crazy taxi at the arcade earlier!" They were doomed. Armstrong soon drove into part of the building and found Sundowner heavily making out with Monsoon next to the a panel of electrical circuit breakers. Sam gave a whistle and Sundowner tried to yell back that this isn't what it looks like.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS! GET IN THIS VAN NOW!" The two of them gulped. "Understood." They arrived back at headquarters to find Bladewolf rolling around in a puddle of blood as if he were a puppy. "THAT'S IT, I'VE HAD ENOUGH!" Armstrong was now going to take the mother of all showers. Raiden then handed a towel to Sam and left while laughing.

Mistral then used one of her many arms and picked the Brazilian man up. "Come on, it's time to hose you down." That just left Monsoon and Sundowner. He dipped the cyborg down and leaned in closely. "Now, where were we?" Suddenly Bladewolf came in. He wanted to play tug of war with this spine he somehow found. "FML"

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Unlikely S3 predictions

I just got a Tumblr account for Good Omens lurking purposes and never intended to post anything. Pretty much anything I think has already been said, and so much better than I could say it! But I did come up with a couple of Season 3 predictions that might be original (maybe not but I swear I did come up with them on my own), so I thought I'd post them so that I can say "Called it!" in the very unlikely event they actually happen.

Crowley (reluctantly) teams up with Gabriel and Beelzebub to work against Heaven and/or for humanity

They meet a young child who makes enigmatic statements that might help in finding something they're looking for, for example maybe the returned Savior. (The child is of course Newt and Anathema's ~5yo daughter, I imagine she's named Serendipity)

There's some plot point where Muriel has to drive the Bentley, no idea why that would happen but who cares

That's all I've got so far, maybe I'll think of more later. If you happen to see this, feel free to respond with your own unlikely predictions!

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