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vivicanyounot · 7 months

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"I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else! ^-^;" "..."

Amy Rose just did the biggest mistake of her life. She ran and hugged some other hedgehog AGAIN! And this one was not what she was expecting.

The last time was a white hedgehog minding their business drinking apple juice at some park and now THIS? This is just utterly embarrassing!

Here she was, gone and hugged a hedgehog drinking coffee quietly on a corner and she didn't expect them to be so into their writing-- She done bumped on his work with ink spilling everywhere. Before realizing her mistake, she noticed how soft this one's fur is.

"This one's really soft!---------------I, wait a minute..."

'Sonic's more of a fluffy kind rather than a soft one.' she thought.

She let go of this hedgehog and adjusted her eyesight to the bright light cascading on the window. This one's fur is BLACK, not blue at all! How could she have missed this?! She really needs to get her eyes checked.

This figure turned their head behind revealing ruby-colored eyes.

"I-I didn't know you were writing! I'm so sorry! I thought you were someone else!" Amy worriedly joked hoping that this hedgehog would sympathize at her. She couldn't help but feel like this hedgehog was someone familiar to her.

"..." Eyes continued to stare. Then to his book. Then back to her again. There was a pause and an incalculable look bared on his face before proceeding to glare this time.

"Now what are you going to do with all of this mess?" he croaks slowly, careful with his words. He points to his book utterly disappointed.

"I-I didn't mean to bump on what you were writing. I hope to make it up to you." Amy said begrudgingly at the last part. She doesn't want to waste time today since she needs to find Sonic as soon as possible. HE has an upcoming tournament and he's seen nowhere at all from the venue! Where could he possible be?---

"Make it up to me, you say?" the stranger asks. He puts his pen down and taps his fingers on the table. Amy gulped, nervously sweating from this hedgehog's threatening aura. Yet still, she wouldn't feel much harm from him at all. She just knows that he wouldn't hurt her weirdly enough.

"It'd be nice if I had a ghost writer. *I* dictate about the contents." He flips his book, almost covered with so much ink stains.

"YOU write on it." He points to Amy then to his book. She has no idea on how to write.

'How on earth am I going to write. Much less have the time to be working with you?!' she thought. She had her hands ravaging her hair. And suddenly, out of the corner of her eye, she saw a blue figure from the window. And they're ordering from a hotdog stand. Could it be?

"You're probably thinking how this is going to be arranged? Don't worry I've got you covered." He whips out his used napkin on the table and hands Amy his pen. Amy holds his fountain pen but she was distracted. She got other things to worry about like that blue hedgehog from afar already eating his 10 chilidogs. She is determined.

"Just write your number here." He taps on the napkin. Amy didn't think twice about anything she just wanted to get out and give that blue hedgehog an earful of her nagging. She wrote on his napkin quick and easy.

"Yeah yeah, we'll talk about this later. Bye!" She turned around ready to leave until her arm got caught by the stranger. Her emerald-colored eyes focused solely on him. His eyes staring back with a level focus.

"Expect a call from me, Rose." He hoarsed then removes his hand from her arm. Amy saw the blue figure blur past their cafe. She holds her wrist hurt from his handling then consequently left with an irritated look. She still feel his eyes boring into her back.

"What a weirdo." She whispered running out of the cafe.

'And h-he knew my name! Did he also ASK for my number just now?'

How is the world coming into for Amy Rose?

a/n: i just made this story now to support the drawing. should i do a comic of it now too? let me know!!! and maybe you guys wanna continue this story...?

#sonic #amy rose #shadow the hedgehog #shadamy #sonic au #sonic the hedgehog

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nocoastposts · 1 month

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Thank you for the tags, @getmehighonmagic @junebugclaremontdiaz @hgejfmw-hgejhsf and @kiwiana-writes!

Today's six(ish) sentences are from a new WIP I started last night. It's another round of Soft Dom Henry, but unlike Praise & Supplication and Silence & Sound, this one is Henry's POV. The tentative title is Set Me On Fire.

“On your knees.”

Henry watches Alex sink down without a second thought and knows that he’ll never grow used to the sight of Alex kneeling before him. His whip smart mouth is completely silent, his eyelashes fanning out as he blinks slowly. He’s totally malleable like this, ready to bend and fold without any resistance.

For the briefest moment, Henry struggles to maintain his hardened exterior. The knowledge that no one else will have Alex like this makes him melt inside. Still, he keeps his resolve, motivated and determined to give the man in front of him exactly what he needs. No one else, Henry thinks, no one else.

No-pressure tagging some wonderful writers @wordsofhoneydew @anincompletelist @firenati0n @littlemisskittentoes @sparklepocalypse @bigassbowlingballhead @eusuntgratie @theprinceandagcd @priincebutt @itsmaybitheway @agame-writes @lfg1986-2 @meraki-yao @songliili @violetbaudelaire-quagmire @three-drink-amy @happiness-of-the-pursuit @ninzied @gayrootvegetable @ladyknightellen @bitbybitwrites @sunnysideprince @captainjunglegym @anchoredarchangel and an open tag to any and all other writers!

(Sorry if I've missed anyone; tagging on mobile is the bane of my existence.)

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firstprincewrites · 7 months

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This Magnetic Force Of A Man

Henry is captivated by Alex Claremont-Diaz, there's no other way to describe the heat in his belly or the instant infatuation. For a long time, Henry is hopeless, dreaming a dream that seems so far away. When a media disaster strikes and things change for the better, Henry is left overwhelmed by the intensity of Alex - the man himself is a force to be reckoned with. In their heavier moments, Henry leans into the soft grip of dark curls, leans into the feeling of being grounded by another. Read to find out how Henry navigates all the big moments in their relationship, one hair pull at a time.

Caught Beneath the Landslide

What if Henry hadn't been emotionally unavailable leading to him being rude to Alex upon first meeting him in Melbourne? What if, instead of hating each other, their relationship starts right then and there? Come find out what happens when Henry and Alex find themselves growing up together, nursing a connection, and navigating hurdles in life without the fear of being alone in the fight. What could our boys possibly get up to now?

When Everything's Made To Be Broken

Henry is happy to be back at Etton College for his senior year but that's thrown off course by the president's son untimely arrival. A personal catastrophe brings Alex to England to rain on Henry's parade - at least, that's what the Prince thinks when the First Son arrives. Soon, Henry finds that there's a lot more to Alex and the relationship meant to exist between them.

Keep Breaking Me In

After a long night, Henry isn't expecting Shaan to knock on his door to bring bad news. Yet, his equerry stands there with a sheepish look on his face, nonetheless. Henry is quick to find out that Phillip got his hands on a damning video and plans to use it as a way to dishonorably discharge Henry from military service. Too bad Phillip doesn't recognize the other man in the video - Alex Claremont-Diaz is a high caliber Civil Rights lawyer just waiting to defend instances just like this.

Try To Document This Light

Buying the brownstone is both the start of Henry's path away from the crown and a concrete future for himself and Alex. It's a place he can call home with the man that he loves, a place where they can grow, change, and shift into the men they're going to be for the world to come. After a lifetime of not really belonging anywhere, Henry finds a space that's truly his. Read to catch little peaks into his life with Alex and what the future has in store for them between the walls of that simple little brownstone.

Just the Thought Of You (Gets Me So High)

"Amy helped me plan it."What went into Henry's ocean crossing surprise? What were his thoughts going to the DNC where he'd finally see Alex on the stage, doing what he loves & looking amazing while doing it? Read to find out Henry's side of things as the night of the DNC unfolds.

I Like That Thing You Do

Ever since the first polo match Alex attended, his obsession with Henry on a horse has only grew. Years into their relationship, Alex is still hanging onto the pitch's fence, watching with rapt fascination. Read to find out what happens when Phillip asks a question that creates a lust monster Alex can't control. No one ever said those white pants Henry wears aren't meant to be destroyed.

With the View In the Morning (You Won't Ever Go Back)

Despite being together just shy of a year, the night of the election is a first for both Alex and Henry. After sneaking away to linger in their victory, Henry is surprised by Alex's initiative. They're on his home court so Henry is expecting the usual but Alex has something different in mind. The shift is enough to knock Henry's world off kilter in the best of ways. Read to find out how Henry survives his first time topping.

Can We Dance In the Dark?

"Who would you be?""Be a writer. Live in Paris."Inspired by this beautiful quote, this fic follows Henry Fox, a writer who's famous for crafting stories about a fictional prince - The Royal Blue series follows James through the trials and tribulations of being young, royal, and gay as a maypole. He loves what he does but inspiration is dry. He can't find the words and is severely stuck in a bout of writer's block. To try and abate it, Henry takes David for a walk - fate, the dear she is, finds a way to intervene. After a collision, Henry comes face to face with Alex Claremont-Diaz, law student and first son of the United States. Read to find out how their relationship develops into something worth writing about.

This Happily Ever After

For such a natural, easy sort of relationship like Alex and Henry's, there is a lot of weight on their shoulders. Despite themselves, they're making history with each new step they take in their relationship. It's a good thing, then, that neither man is a stranger to the limelight. When Alex teases about them making history, Henry doesn't know how deep that comment will run or how true it actually is. Read to catch a few pieces of Alex & Henry's relationship where they make their own history. Sometimes, two people are meant to shape the world, no matter the circumstance.Or - 5 times Alex jokes about making history and 1 time Henry reciprocates.

I Get Lost, I Get Washed Away

Law school is stressful from the start but it reaches a fever pitch during Alex's last semester. He decides Henry's birthday is the perfect excuse to get away from it all so he hatches a plan to not only be there for Henry's birthday but surprise him with his presence, too. They're on the cusp of something in their relationship and Alex is ready to help whatever it is along. Everything works out perfectly, down to the moonlit car ride they take at the end of the night. Read to find out how an overstimulated Alex pampers the birthday boy - in the end, they both take care of each other.

I Got A Girl Crush

Alex Claremont-Diaz has been the object of Henry's affection for longer than the prince cares to admit. He's usually pretty sane about it but his brother's wedding has put everything on high alert. After reading a particularly upsetting gossip rag, Henry is distraught by the idea of seeing Alex with her - Nora Holleran - everything that Henry is not. He decides he wants what she has as the night goes on and her closeness with Alex becomes apparent. Though, Henry is quick to learn that not all things are what they appear. Sometimes, it takes a little frosting on the cheek to realize how wrong one can truly be.

Then Wiggle With It

What if, instead of balking at the request, Henry takes Alex up on his offer to dance during 'Get Low'? Alex has been wondering why he feels a little funny whenever Henry is around but an errant touch while their bodies are close causes him to reevaluate everything he's come to know about himself. Can the simple bump and grind of a raucous club song really change everything for Alex? And does their relationship shift now that Alex comes to a groundbreaking realization much quicker than ever imaginable? Read to find out!

The Perfect Genius Of Our Hands and Mouths

The first time they make love, that soft press of Henry's hand to the small of Alex's back is a guiding light. He's not a fumbling boy learning how to walk - he's a man with someone showing him the ropes. It's a wonderful thing that Alex never forgets. In fact, he comes to rely on that hand on the small of his back leading him through the ups and downs of life. Read to see a few slices of Alex and Henry's time together where making love and feeling that touch play starring roles in the biggest instances of their relationship.

A Solid Embrace

Despite the not so good nature of the holiday, Thanksgiving has always been special to Alex. Throughout the years, he learns things, eats good food, and grows into the man he is today. This year, Henry gets the freedom to spend the holiday with Alex and his family out at the lake house in Texas. Determined to make it the best yet, Alex goes through all the motions, perfecting them along the way. Somewhere throughout the day, his priority changes, however - Henry in a striped rugby shirt is suddenly the object of his fixation, food and tradition forgotten. Read to find out how a little football makes Alex realize his family is finally complete.

#firstprince #firstprince fic #firstprince fluff #firstprince smut #red white and royal blue #red white and royal blue movie #rw&rb #rw&rb fanfic #rwrb #alex claremont diaz #alex #prince henry of wales #henry fox mountchristen windsor #henry #bobbie writes #masterlists #masterlist #firstprince masterlist

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missamyrisa2 · 17 days

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Going through your blog and making myself squirm. Have I mentioned what a talented writer and teaser you are, my gorgeous friend? Because you are phenomenal at both. I cannot read your armpit or clit tickle teases without my thighs clenching. ;)

eeeeee~!!! My cutieeee Melodyyyy you knowww how I love coax such ~dulcet~ sounds from your impossibly squirmyyy ticklish self~ which is exactly whyyy I just oooh ~ had to have you gently bound like this to the soft bed with silkiesss ~ so that I can use my natural advantage of long arm spans to give you a mostttt fitting royal feathering~ because I have this theory of how your clittyyy is connected to your sparkle spot which for youuuuu I do believe is that cute underarm~ ooh yes, pull that arm sweetieee ~ I'm just testing, gliding my feather tip on your exposed armpit and you're sooo squirmy~ Mmhmm mmhmmm tell me how ticklish it isss ~ tell me allll about your cuteness and ticklishness while I draw my adorable pretty feather around the shape of your pittyyyy~

Sooo frustrating huhhhh~ you can't put your arm down nooope~ and you giggle soooo sweetly when you're tickled on your ticklish armpit ~ hmmm how often do you think about me tickling you like thisss? Mmmh? And how does that make your clitty throb? Ahh yes this adorable girl pearl ~ don't think I don't seeee what my underarm tickles do to you down thereeee~ awww what's a matter? Does it tickle? Amy always makes it better ~ let's just kissy kissy that pitty pittyy mmh? Some muuuah muahh muahh love for your ticklish armpit and your pearl can shine and tingle and throb all the wayyy~ ooh and because we have such an eager volunteer down thereee ~ I brought another feather~

Mmhmmm hold your head back and gigglemoan out it my darling because I think we're going innnnnn~ yes yessss get your wiggles outtt ~ the feather is going down your siiiiide and oooh thigh detour~! Yesss we need to visit these thiiighs going upppp up upppp your cuteeee lipssss and mmhmmm thereeee she beee~ the pearly pearllll mmhmm mhmmm~ ooh ohhh does it tickle so much? My feather just tracing uppp the lips, touching each side slowwwly and then the slightest poke~ just the slightest poke of the soft tip on your pearlyyy~ don't worry I can get this pitty tooooo~ let's seee ~ maybeee the softest elegant featheryyy tickle on your pearl and niiiice big circle rubs for that tender armpit~ mmhmm! Let's see you dance my impossibly ticklish sweet girly girl~!

Yesss armpit massage hereee and girlyyyy button tickle there~ my feather gliding up along the siiiide of your clitty just hugging the edge as we edge~ and then oooh yes slightttt little poke tickles down its length ~ my my myyyy you want it so bad huhhh~ sooo eager? Sooo wanttyyyy~ and now just kisssss the underside of your pearl that's right liiiight kissess from the feather feather and we wiiiggle wigggle wigggle my fingers in your cute underarms ~ just one to the other and back and then this oneee and that pitttt and tickle tickle tickle~~ rubby rubbbb rubb~ the trick is to keep you guessing which armpit I'm gonna bully while my feather just slides up and down your pearly length alll the way uppp and down and you get alll that lovelyyy criss-crossed attention~

oooh but now we have to switch it uppp ooh yesss ~ these pits are sooo tickled and sensitive I bet my feather will make you screamyyy scream mmhmmm~ which meaans yesss your clitty is getting the massageee darlinggg~ I'm quiteee adept at the thumb massage after alll~ just take my soft thumb pad and oooh yeahh that doesn't tickle does itttt ~ nooo that feels gooood ~ and nowww feather tickles on your outer pitttt and trace hereee and circle thereee~ yes you can squirm and laugh allll you like ~ you're not going anywhereeee nooope~~! Aww I knowww I knoww you want more touch but ahh you just get the liiightest touch of my thumb for now~ because yeppp~ we're switching it up again!!

Makeover timeeee~!!! I'm gonna sing you myyyy song now while we dolllll up your clittty~!! I have two soft makeup brushes just for youuuu and we're gonna give that pearly the royal treatment she deservess~ one brush heree twirling slowly on the side and one on the other siiide tooo~ yess we fluff up the pearlyyyy and yeahhh you can fucking ticklegasm alll you like~ the tickles aren't stopping noooope~!! And I have a trick for youuu!! Are you readyyy? I've been working on this oneee~ makeup brushes on each side of your clittyyy blushing and fluffing and ticklinggg and then my feather between my teeth sooo I can liiightly move that tip up and down your button and it's sooo wildly inconsistent just bobbing arounddd you never know where exactly the feather is gonna get yaaa~ but I'm gonna getchaa oooh yesss gonna gitchie gitchie goooo youuu until you're a total cute messsss~

and thennn I dunnooo maybe I'll just snuggle youuu and coo in your ear and trace those armpitsss while you fuzz outttt~<33

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strawbrrydior · 1 year

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TBP HEADCANONS

• Vance likes to be nurtured and prefers quiet, gentle things. If you approach him nicely and you talk to him nicely then he won’t be mean to you he just has a trigger for aggression.

• Bruce is multitalented. One of those guys who can do anything he really tries to and has done a lot. He’s done theatre, baseball, he’s really good at braiding hair and is excellent at writing informative essays but his main things are studying unsolved cases and filling notebooks with information on thinks he’s into.

• robin boxes every other day after school, he goes to this gym that’s sort of old and kind of empty so it’s usually just him in there. He brings a little radio and hustles a punching bag for hours. Sometimes Vance comes and works out with him, usually they don’t talk rather just enjoy each others company (and music taste. I think they like similar stuff.)

• Vance and Gwen and Amy are actually really good friends for some reasons 9/10 of the times the boys can’t find Vance it’s because he’s at one of their houses letting the girls braid his hair. He protects them but truly he’s scared of them they’re vicious rabid creatures

•Gwen, aside from her dreams and shit, just has really good intuition and can read people like books. Which is why she and Vance are such good friends because she reads him so well she somehow manages to know exactly whats wrong at all times, besides, she went through a stress toy phase and now has a drawer full of them she doesn’t use and Vance has taken all of them. Win win.

• griffin doesn’t know how to ride a bike. He swore up and down that he did and billy got annoyed and called his bluff, hopped off his bike and pat the seat. He couldn’t even get on it he was down on the sidewalk in half a second.

•billy is an advent fan of the outsiders and his favorite character is Darry. He likes to associate characters to his friends and it’s an inside joke between them who’s who. (Finney is pony boy, robin is Johnny. Vance is dally, Bruce is soda pop (but also billy argued he was cherry. He wanted to be soda pop) griffin is two bit, and billy is Darry. (And they wonder why that’s his favorite.) Gwen thinks she should be soda pop and Bruce should be cherry and not reverse but whatever! )

• finney and Gwen’s movie is grease. It’s their favorite, they have The soundtrack on tape and know the dances. They sing duets, finneys danny and Gwen is sandy. Gwen’s favorite song is hopelessly devoted and finneys is you’re the one that I want

•robin listens to a lot of rock and a bit of metal (mostly because of Vance who just needs someone to talk to about albums he likes so he tells Robin cuz Robin always actually listens to them.) he rly likes run dmc and the beastie boys. Any fast paced or loud music is his shit. Finney doesn’t like loud noises and he doesn’t enjoy listening to that kind of music it makes him antsy so their common ground is soft 50s / 60s music. (I.e those magic changes - Sha na na & anything Ritchie valens) but most of the time robin plays whatever he wants on his stereo and just keeps it super low.

•robin and Vance have daily smoke seshs in the bathroom (one robin fought to own literally. Like he put a group of seniors on their asses freshmen year and now it’s his bathroom no one goes in there)

•Billy’s really into old movies and is constantly in the library trying to read up on old 1920s actresses

•billy likes classical music. He buys cheap tapes and lets them play softly in the background

•robins bed is in the corner of his room against a wall so whenever finney sleeps over he sleeps on the side pressed against the wall because sometimes he gets nightmares and makes monsters out of the shadows in the room but from the corner he can’t see them.

•Vance hopper is a writer he’s awful at SAYINg how he feels so he writes to people. He writes poems and stories and stuff and he’s a real good story teller he just can’t figure out how to get the words out of his mouth

•griffin has undiagnosed adhd and spent all of his life getting yelled at by his mother over it. He’s self conscious about himself and tries to do things quietly in dark corners but the boys are never annoyed with him when he talks or runs around or stims and it helps him come to terms with himself

• griffins dad and Vance’s mom are dating and have been since they were younger. They live together and even though Vance still has to go see his dad on a court order and stuff griffin always waits at the doorstep for him or drives with his mom to drop and pick him up

•Bruce is the oldest in the group and takes on a motherly type role. He’s always there to help them, constantly feeds them and buys them stuff and talks to them like he’s sooo much older then them and how he’s sooo tired from raising kids and working but deep down it makes him happy to provide and make other people happy. He needs to be taken care of too and there’s always someone there for him (usually Vance because he’s a little more mature then the others and notices when Bruce is down before they do. Not their faults though, sometimes they just don’t peep it for a while.)

•robins mom loves finney, she jokes about loving him more then robin All the time. Sometimes they’ll lay at the foot of her bed while she’s watching tv and just whisper to eachother. She enjoys their company and really likes it when they stay home she much prefers they just stay right by her side for safety

•robin has a dog named paco , he’s a 3 year old brown pit bull. Very rowdy and clumsy just like robin :)

#tbp #the black phone #tbp headcanons #vance hopper #finney blake #robin arellano #griffin stagg #bruce yamada #billy showalter #gwen blake #amy yamada #I love them #they are friends :)#ao3 #i <3 them #rinney #brance #but also not entirely ship related

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fairytales-and-folklore · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thank you for the tag @marimbles! ♥️ No pressure tags: @litfeathers @lollytea @ashanimus @greyhavenisback @princecharmingwinks @tails89 @nutellarghh @ash-mcj @childlikegoblinqueen @daydreams-and-honeybees @avatarmerida @asarcasticwitch @sailahina @secretly-of-course @sapphic--kiwi @haystarlight @zyrafowe-sny @peachytea04 @slightecho

1. How many works do you have on AO3? just hit 100 last month!

2. What's your total AO3 word count? 479,814

3. What fandoms do you write for? I've dabbled in quite a few over the years, but the ones I've written the most fics for are doctor who (eleven/amy) teen wolf (sterek) and the owl house (huntlow)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? Error 404: Brain Cell Not Found (teen wolf | sterek) You Always Want What You're Running From (sleepy hollow | ichabbie) What To Do When Your Emotionally Constipated Werewolf Boyfriend Gets Cursed By A Witch: A Guide (teen wolf | sterek) Gold Rush (the owl house | huntlow) Lovesick (the owl house | huntlow) 5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! Every kind comment means so much to me, so I always take the time to respond to all of them (though I'm not always great at getting to them on time.)

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

Hmm probably The Courtesan and the Writer (doctor who | eleven/amy) I used to dabble in angst a bit more when I first started writing fic, but these days all my fics are pretty much guaranteed to have a happy ending, because real life is hard enough lol

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

Pretty much all my fics have happy endings, but one of the happiest I wrote would probably be my huntlow college AU Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I wouldn't call it outright hate, but I have gotten a handful of rude comments over the years (complaining that I don't post often enough, telling me my headcanons are wrong, telling me how they think my story should have ended — one time someone yelled at me in all caps because I said that a character chilled red wine lol that one was wild)

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

I do! Smut is fun. Mine is typically more focused on the emotional aspect than the physical, is usually the result of a long tension-fueled slow burn buildup, and is usually tooth-rottingly fluffy, soft, and sweet.

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

I have! Back in the days where superwholock plagued tumblr, I wrote one of the silliest cross-overs imaginable, combining doctor who, torchwood, bbc sherlock, supernatural, the avengers, and sleepy hollow: Lords, Gods, and Madmen

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yup 🙃

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes!

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

I have! But most of them never saw the light of day 😂 one that did is called An Eggcellent Morning For Cooking Lessons co-written with @ash-mcj @tails89 and @nutellarghh

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

I think my top three ships are reflected in who I've written the most fic for: huntlow, sterek, and the eleventh doctor/amy pond

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

Luckily, everything that's posted to AO3 is finished, but at this point I'm thinking I'll probably never get around to writing the little nightmares, reylo, and captain swan WIPs I've had sitting in my drafts since 2019

16. What are your writing strengths?

I've been told I capture the characters really well, which means a lot to me. I've also been told that my writing is cozy and comforting and fills people with warm fuzzy feelings, which is always nice to hear 🥰

17. What are your writing weaknesses? I will sit there and agonize over the same paragraph trying to make it sound perfect instead of just letting the writing flow, so sometimes a fic will be in the works for a very long time until it's finally ready to be posted (by which time I'm probably sick of it and never want to look at it again 😂)

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

I've dabbled in this a little bit, but it's usually been plot-relevant, like a character learning to speak the language (i.e. when Hunter tried to learn Spanish in Being Human.) When I do write in another language, I always do my best to research and try to get the translations as accurate as possible, and I always include the English translation either in the fic itself or as an author's note so readers don't have to break away from my fic to google anything. (And also so that they know what my intention was, on the off-chance I translated something wrong and accidentally wrote something offensive.) 19. First fandom you wrote for?

Does anyone remember that vampire show that came out back in like 2009? Moonlight? Yeah, that one lol

20. Favourite fic you've ever written? God, that's like asking me to pick my favorite child. Okay fine, it's Until You Meet Someone Who Makes The Fall Feel Like Flying

#tag game #writer tag #writer tag game #fan fiction

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flanaganfilm · 1 year

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Hi Mike! I first wanted to say how much I am a huge fan of your work! I absolutely love how grounded your characters are and because of that the stories themselves allow for us the audience to be able to process our own trauma through them! I know there have been many things I’ve been able to explain better to people by using your work as an example!

I also loved learning that you are a Doctor Who fan! Heads up, Tumblr is home to a fantastic Whovian fan base! I was wondering if you got the chance to be a guest writer on the series what type of story would you go for? Space travels? Time travels? Also, who’s your favorite companions?

Just curious from one Whovian to another! And as a person who also works in film, I hope I can have the privilege of working under your direction some day! Thank you for continuing to remind me why it’s important to continue to story tell!

Oh jeez - where to begin. I adore DOCTOR WHO. It would be a dream to work on it in any capacity. I go back and forth about what kind of episode I'd want to write, though I'd want it to be scary. Time travels for sure. Maybe something about the lost colony of Roanoke, or something else good and creepy. Favorite companions is tough. I'll always have a special affection for Amy Pond (that was why I wanted to cast Karen in OCULUS), and for Clara. I really loved Bill also. And Donna. And Rose. I have a particular soft spot for Wilfred Mott, and I think those final Tennant episodes are sublime. I used to say no one would ever top Tennant for me, and then Matt Smith came along and by the end I said no one would ever be able to replace him. I was resistant to Capaldi at first but I think, having watched his seasons twice now, that he may actually be my favorite doctor. His storyline is all about mortality and acceptance and I was shocked by how beautiful it is, how sad, and how hopeful. The longer I think about it, the more I think HEAVEN SENT might be the best episode of DOCTOR WHO and maybe one of the best episodes of television, period. They're all wonderful though. What a vital and special series it is. I wish I could go on that journey one day, even just for one episode.

#doctor who #wishful thinking #peter capaldi #matt smith #david tennant #heaven sent #amy pond #clara oswald

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sitp-recs · 11 months

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Happy happy birthday darling @wolfpants! I’m so excited to be finally doing a reclist with my Wolf faves. I still remember the sense of awe I felt reading the magnificent Hollow (my very first Remus/Draco, so brilliant and poignant it got me immediately sold on the ship and also obsessed with that verse). Whether it’s Drarry or rare pair goodness, Wolf always delivers top notch cottagecore porn romance with gorgeous settings, captivating characters and a perfect mix of angst, fluff and smut, what else could we ask for? I’ve had so much fun selecting my own favorites for this list. The Drarry section might look small but that’s because I wanted to give a massive shoutout to Wolf’s delicious catalogue of rare pair shorts, which seems to be carefully crafted to meet my personal tastes (you’ll find that I got a soft spot for age gap and Ron thirst but I’ve tried to include a bit of everything and there are quite a few treats from Wolf’s stellar Kinkuary23 collection 🔥).

Dear Wolf, thank you for sharing so many great stories with us. We’re so lucky to have you on this fandom! It’s been amazing to follow your work as you evolve as a writer and explore my most beloved characters and tropes in your unique, creative, fun and self-indulgent way. I hope you’ve had a lovely day and ami excited to see what this new year brings you next! 🎉💜

🐺 Drarry:

Edges (E, 1.5k)

Draco explores the limits of Harry's edges. Harry lets him.

The Farther I Fall, I'm Beside You (E, 2.3k)

What happens when you accidentally kill your friend during a birthday prank gone wrong? You ask your Master of Death boyfriend for help, of course. Check out @getawayfox’s gorgeous art here.

The Holly and the Ivy (E, 4.6k)

This year at the Annual Ministry Yule Auction, Magpies Seeker Draco Malfoy's time is up for sale. When Harry places the winning bid, will their contracturally-binding weekend together heal old wounds, or worsen them?

Look For Me In The Sun (M, 9k)

Harry and Draco are on the run in America after a mysterious string of werewolf-like attacks in the Muggle community causes the Ministry to impose new and harsh anti-werewolf legislation. Giant trees, crashing waves, seedy motel rooms, and the long and winding coastal road awaits them, but will they ever be able to go back home?

Under Giant Mountains (E, 33k)

Harry doesn't know where he's going. Everyone else has their life paths figured out; he doesn't even know where his map is. Who'd have thought Draco Malfoy bathing in a Norwegian forest would be the guidepost Harry needed?

Pages of You (E, 101k)

Summer, 1980. Harry is floating between university and becoming a Real Certified Adult. He's not ready. He really isn't. In a desperate attempt to have the Best Last Summer ever, he takes a casual job at his godfather's bookshop in London, starts an illicit pen pal affair with a wordy posh boy that he's catching feelings for, all while dealing with the son of Sirius's business rival, one Draco Malfoy, insufferable know-it-all extraordinaire. Check out @homoaesthetics ‘s fabulous rec post for this fic here.

👖 Rare pairs:

The Classics (E, 1.1k) - Draco/Sirius

Sirius gets more than he bargained for when he heads to bed after a long day and night in Grimmauld Place.

Viridian (E, 1.7k) - Draco/Blaise, implies future Harry/Draco/Blaise

There’s just something about Draco. Blaise can’t quite put his finger on it, but it’s—an impulse. To poke, to prod, to pick his delicate wings off. To teach him some humility.

Love is a Verb (E, 1.7k) - Harry/Teddy

These days, Teddy loves and hates being alone with Harry. He craves it, and he dreads it, and he thinks Harry’s starting to notice. He wants him to notice.

Hymn to Apollo (E, 2k) - Teddy/Scorpius

It's the night of Harry and Draco's wedding, and Teddy learns Scorpius has an enormous crush on him.

Seat You Higher than the Stars (E, 2k) - Rarry

When Harry tells Ron he's ready to reveal their relationship to their friends, he lets out another confession: that he wants to be completely vulnerable in bed.

Yours & Mine (E, 2.3k) - Dron

Just another Sunday lunch at The Burrow. Featuring French dessert, fond Molly Weasley, flirty Drarry, and Ron's incredulousness.

Like A Brother Would (E, 5k) - Rarry

Ron wants to tell him, again, that he’s not focused, that he’s not planning this whole thing through properly, that he keeps missing things. That they need more structure, that he wouldn’t have lost his temper like he had if only they had the safety of a strategy.

A Bigger Splash (E, 7k) - Dralbus

It's his dad's 45th birthday in rural Sicily, and all Albus wants is to be seen by Draco Malfoy.

The Hollow (E, 12k) - Remus/Draco

They both drink, and Remus wonders how much longer he can stay here. His eyes are already moving around slowly, looking for an escape. Anything to get away from the eerily familiar slope of Draco’s cheekbones, from the richness of the voice that sounds so much like the ghost inside his own head.

Trillium (E, 13k) - Dronarry

Harry and Draco are shagging. Ron’s got a hunch, and the only way to find out is to volunteer his services alongside Harry’s in the Big Malfoy Manor Cleanup of 2010. What could possibly go wrong?

Precious Metal (E, 28k) - Dronarry

Precious metal awaits in an abandoned, cursed cottage on the Isle of Jura. Ron’s illegal hunting ring is on it, but disaster strikes when he runs into a jumpy and suspicious Draco Malfoy, camped out where the treasure is hidden. What happens when they accidentally unleash a bond curse when both of them harbour feelings for the same man?

Tiny Home (E, 30k) - Dronarry

Harry and Ron left the Aurors years ago to travel the world and make up for lost time. When they finally decide to settle roots back in England, together, building a tiny home in the Lake District by hand seems like the perfect plan. What they don't realise is that Draco Malfoy already lives on the plot of land that they choose to build on. Check out @slytherco’s scorching art for this fic here.

#hbd wolf!!!! 🎉🎉🎉#Sitp essentials special edition #Drarry & rare pairs #wolfpants

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yespolkadotkitty · 2 years

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would you write a sweet drabble with my fave cowboy Rhett? I'm having a DAY.

Of course!

Everything

Words: 786 ~ Pairing: Rhett Abbott x female reader ~ Content: Fluff. Kisses, Rhett cooks, stargazing.

Thanking @hederasgarden for the beta and encouragement! ~ Shoutout to @a-reader-and-a-writer for using Cowboy Law in her fantastic fic of the same name, so I could reference it here!!

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The night Rhett invites you to dinner, he warns you with a sheepish smile that he only really cooks two things. Steak, and steak and eggs.

You opt for the steak. When you arrive at the ranch house, it’s quiet. Everyone else is out - Amy at a sleepover, Cece and Royal have gone to a hotel for the first time in a thousand years, as it’s the anniversary of their first date, and Perry’s bunking in the barn a mile down the track.

“Perry sleeping away at your request?” you ask Rhett.

He turns from seasoning the steaks, smiling slightly. “Maybe.”

You sit at the table and watch him work. He has great hands. Wide palms, long fingers. A little scarred from ranch work and bull riding.

He moves to the fridge and takes out a bag of salad, shakes it into a bowl.

“Fancy,” you tease.

He huffs, but he’s smiling. “This is fancy, for me. Even put rosemary from the garden in the pan. You want a drink? We got wine, beer, and iced tea.”

You ask for iced tea and he pours it into a glass. Your fingers brush as he hands it to you, and you meet his gaze for a second. His eyes are so blue, it’s unreal.

He drops a small pat of butter into the seasoned, cast iron skillet, and it sizzles. You let yourself trace the line of his back and shoulders with your eyes as he cooks. The soft grey button-down looks good on him.

“You like it rare?”

“Of course. My daddy’d be ashamed if I asked for it well done.”

“Good girl,” he murmurs over his shoulder and the low register of his voice goes right to your core.

Before long the steaks are done and Rhett slides a plate in front of you, filled with sirloin steak and a pile of salad. It even has a dressing on it.

You lift your fork. “I bet you make this salad for all the girls you bring home.”

The corner of his mouth tugs up. “You’re the first, actually,” he says softly, and sips his beer.

Butterflies, the good kind, fill your stomach.

You wouldn’t have expected to be Rhett Abbott’s first anything.

“I don’t know what to say.”

He watches you for a moment. “You don’t have to say anythin’. I just like being with you.”

And it’s true, you realise. He often seeks you out, even if you only sit under a tree together and shoot the breeze. At first you thought perhaps he was… bored? Seeking a friend? But then he caught your hand while you walked through a cornfield at dusk, and when you met his gaze he seemed all shrouded in gold by the twilight, and you knew if he asked you just about anything, you’d say yes.

So here you are.

You finish the excellent steak.

“Come out to the porch swing with me?” Rhett asks.

You follow him out on to the decking. The stars are winking into being, one by one, on the darkening blanket of the sky.

Rhett sits down and pats the space beside him, and you settle in. When he wraps his arm around you, and softly asks, “ This okay?” you about melt.

“It’s really okay.” You nestle in, rest your head on his shoulder.

His fingers play with the ends of your hair idly. “Thought about this some. Just sittin’ with you. Right here. Sky full of stars, too.”

“A secret romantic!” You gasp, teasingly.

In response Rhett uses his other hand to tilt your chin up. His gaze flits between your eyes and your mouth, and he must find what he’s looking for, because he kisses you then, a butterfly-wing soft brush of his lips over yours. It’s sweet and tender and perfect, and he tastes crisp, like the first bite of a summer apple, full of promise and pleasure.

You thread a hand into his thick, soft hair and he makes a little mmm sound of approval in his throat.

Eventually after a lot more kisses, he whispers, “Guess I better expand my cookin’ repertoire.”

“And why’s that?”

“Because..” he drops a kiss on your nose. “I want to keep invitin’ you over to dinner.”

You spend the entire evening out on the swing, kissing and talking and laughing, and when Rhett finally drives you home, he sees you to your door like a true gentleman.

When he says goodnight, he holds you close like something precious, something he never wants to be without again.

When you wake up in the morning, there’s a bunch of wildflowers on your doorstep, along with his favourite brown stetson.

And you know that when a cowboy gives a woman his hat, it means….

Everything.

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#rhett abbott fic #rhett abbott fluff #rhett abbott x female reader #outer range #lewis pullman #askbox fic #fluff

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sp00kycrumpet · 6 months

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Find A Way. (4/4)

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: E

Tags: season 1, soft!Joel, reader was besties with Maria, idiots in love refusing to admit it, pre-established relationship

Warnings: swearing; character death; spoilers (if you haven't watched the series/played the game)

(Part One) (Part Two) (Part Three)

Will also be posted on my AO3

Thank you all so much for your support on this story!! I hope you enjoy the finale~~ I have a few more I'm working on but I hit a bit of writers block~ I appreciate all the support you've all been giving me~ 💚💚

A month or so later, you were sitting in the little restaurant with Maria and the baby when a woman came hurrying into the restaurant. She told her friends she'd heard something and they all gossiped amongst themselves. Maria rolled her eyes, she couldn't stand the gossip that would spread around town sometimes. But something they said made her sit up properly, turning to face them. You didn't hear it and the look on Marias face was unreadable.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say?" The woman blinked, not realising who had been sat behind her.

"I… I heard Tommy's brother is back. The one everyone said is no good."

"Now you listen here, Joel is a good man. If we judged everyone based on how they had to survive then Jackson would be empty. Quit your disgusting gossiping and keep my family out of your rumour mills." The women nodded and at least had the decency to look ashamed. Maria sank into her seat and looked at you, she perked one eyebrow as you were apparently frozen in your seat. Your heart raced in your chest. It couldn't be.

"Well. What're you waiting for? Go." You blinked and shook your head.

"We've heard that tip so many times Maria. I can't get my hopes up again." Maria leaned over the table as she watched you.

"I trust this one when it comes to what goes through the gates. She's banging Amy who watches it all." You took a breath and within a second you bolted from the table. Anticipation bubbling sickeningly in your stomach as you scanned the crowds for any signs of him. You turned back to the restaurant and over to the women's table.

"Where?" Was all you said, the women exchanging glances before telling you he was seen heading towards the stables to find Tommy. You thanked them and then were gone. You had no idea what you'd say, what you'd do or how he'd react but you dared hope this was true for once. You were a little out of breath as you ran through town to the stables, scanning everywhere for Joel. You almost gave up hope when one of the stable hands saw you, no words were needed as he just pointed towards one of the paddocks towards the back, probably assuming you were looking for Tommy. You rounded the stables, your heart in your throat as you saw a figure leaning against the fencing. Those messy curls a dead giveaway, his posture was one of someone exhausted in all senses of the word. You inched closer, you had to be sure. A horse neighing caught his attention and he turned his head to the side. It was undeniably Joel. You'd know that face anywhere.

"Joel." You said out loud and his posture instantly stiffened. He heard you but didn't turn around, almost like he was assuming his mind was playing tricks on him. Your feet moved quicker then, running over as you called his name again, louder now. The young girl stood beside him turned to look then looked up at Joel, clearly asking who was shouting him. Slowly he turned around, his eyes landing on you instantly. Your heart felt like it was about to explode, all caution thrown to the wind about how he might react as you practically threw yourself into his arms and held him tightly. Joel curled his arms around you just as tight, as though you might disappear if he didn't. You choked out his name again, leaning back to lift trembling hands to his face. He looked exhausted and there was more grey to his curls and beard but he still looked so handsome. Your hands cupped his cheeks, staring up at him before ducking your head and cuddling against him again.

"I thought I'd never see you again." You admitted, your voice muffled against his shoulder as he slid a hand into your hair, palm resting against the back of your head to cradle you close. He just breathed your name, unable to formulate a proper answer right now as he just held you against his chest.

"Uhm… what the fuck?" Came a voice beside you, reminding you that you weren't alone. You stepped back after a moment, looking at the girl.

"Ellie. This is -"

"Oh shit is this her? The one who you were mumbling about in your sleep?" Ellie looked from Joel to you then back again. Joel nodded a little, introducing you to Ellie properly. You looked up at him questioningly.

"We have a lot of catchin' up to do."

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You met up with Tommy a little while later, Tommy clearly pleased you two had found each other. Teasing you about how Maria said you'd bolted from the restaurant like a bat out of hell the second you heard Joel was back. He took Ellie back to the house she and Joel would be staying at to give the two of you some space to talk. You took Joel back to your place, he looked a little nervous. Not the confident man who had left Boston anymore. His eyes wandered around the living room, looking at the string of polaroids you'd put up across the chimney breast. Photos of you with Maria, other people in the compound, holding the baby and such. You made coffee for you both and headed out, handing a mug to Joel. You pointed at the polaroid of the baby.

"That's your nephew by the way. They called him Toby and he's absolutely adorable." Joel nodded a little, looking at the pictures of the life you'd slowly built here in Jackson.

"You seem happy here." He commented, looking over at you. You hummed softly, your eyes never leaving him.

"Happier now." You replied, reaching to slide your free hand into his.

"How… why are you here?" He asked, you took a breath and moved to sit down.

"I got antsy back in Boston. I didn't hear from you or Tess and started to fear the worst. I ended up speaking to Marlene and asking where she'd sent you. She told me you were taking something important for her, and after getting her out of the QZ, she finally told me where the drop off was. So I went after you. I… I found Tess. And instantly panicked the same happened to you but couldn't see any evidence it had. So I went to Bill and Frank's hoping they could help." You fell quiet, sipping your drink. "Seems I'd just missed you there as well… so I hotwired a bike from the next town and just hit the road. There was nothing waiting in Boston anymore. I didn't know if you were dead or what. Somehow I ended up a few miles south of here, some of Maria's men found me scavenging for food. Luckily Maria was with them and instantly recognised me. We grew up together." Joel perked one eyebrow slightly.

"Small fuckin' world." You nodded, laughing quietly.

"Small fucking world. She convinced me to stay, Tommy almost lost his mind when he saw your necklace around my neck but I told him I knew you and you'd given it to me." Almost like proving a point, you pulled the necklace out from under your shirt. Joel smiled finally, clearly touched you still had it. "Tommy eventually told me you'd been here months before. And it gave me hope you were okay and would come back." Joel leaned back in his seat, running a hand over his face.

"You risked your life… for me? Without knowin' where I was or anythin'." You nodded, realising how ridiculous it was in retrospect.

"And I'd do it again." You replied softly, your eyes falling to the mug between your hands. Joel shifted slightly, putting his mug on the table as he took a moment to gather his thoughts before he told you everything that had happened since leaving Boston. From being handed Ellie to Tess's death, from Sam and Henry to David and his cult, and finally the hospital and the choices he made. You could see why he looked so exhausted and almost withdrawn. You sighed softly as you watched him, reaching a hand up to gently run a hand through his fluffy hair.

"No wonder you're going grey." You teased, Joel glancing at you as you smiled. "It's a good look though." He snorted softly, leaning into your touch.

"I still can't believe you risked your life to try and find me." He said, his eyes on you as you watched him.

"Come on, seriously? You had to almost beg me to stay in Boston. You should have known I'd want to find you after a while." Joel hummed as he tilted his head, your hand moving from his hair to caress his cheek gently.

"I should have. You never cease to amaze me." He mumbled, tilting his head to kiss your palm. You felt a shiver go down your spine, your thumb running along his cheekbone before you gave into temptation and climbed into his lap. You curled up against his chest, your hands disappearing under his shirt to rest against his warm back.

"I missed you. Every single day." You muttered, resting your cheek against his shoulder. Joel wrapped his arms around you, resting his cheek against your head with a quiet noise. The two of you sat like that for a moment, just relishing in being reunited. Joel was exhausted and had a lot more weight on his shoulders now, you worried he'd keep you at arms length but he didn't. He held you tightly in his arms like his life depended upon it. Eventually he said you name softly, you lifted your head to look up at him, meeting his gaze. Something flickered in his eyes, fears, concerns, exhaustion and something you couldn't place. His lips parted to say something but words seemed to fail him, those beautiful dark eyes just watching you as a hand lifted to gently brush his fingers through your hair.

"I was worried I'd never see you again." He finally admitted, you nodded.

"You have no idea how many times that same fear crossed my mind. That there was so much left unsaid that day you left…" You watched him, Joel giving a slight tilt of his head in curiosity. Even now he was clearly not wanting to be the first to step into the unknown and vocalise his inner thoughts. You leaned up though, pressing your lips against his. Your heart racing as his grip on you tightened, your lips moving together as naturally as they always had. He moved carefully, manoeuvring you both so you were laid on the couch with Joel above you. Always keeping as much contact as possible. The kiss was broken as his kisses moved down along your jaw and he pressed more kisses to the side of your neck.

"I love you." You sighed before you could even stop yourself. Panic shot through you as Joel fell still, his head nestled against the crook of your shoulder. White hot fear burned your stomach that this was all massively misinterpreted until he spoke, you could feel the words as his lips brushed your skin.

"Say it again." He whispered, eventually lifting his head to look at you. You leaned back and your eyes met as your lower lip trembled slightly, lifting a hand to brush it through his hair then cup his cheek.

"I love you." You repeated, your voice cracking slightly. Joel studied your face before leaning in to kiss you, tender and loving. Like he had a few times before back in Boston, hidden away in his apartment as you'd laid in bed together, basking in the afterglow and just indulging in each other.

"I never thought I'd ever hear you say that." He said when he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours. You couldn't help but smile.

"I should have told you forever ago. But… I was never completely sure if you felt the same. Sometimes I'd think you did then others I convinced myself you definitely didn't. But that day you left me in Boston… something told me you did. The necklace you left me, the way you held me as you begged me to stay." Joel hummed softly, tilting his head to brush his lips over yours.

"I have always loved you. I was just too stubborn to tell you or attempt anythin' outside of what we had. Convinced myself men like me don't get the girl." You shook your head as Joel pulled you close once again so you lay against his chest.

"I guess we're both as dumb as each other." You chuckled softly, feeling his fingers weave gently into your hair.

"Oh absolutely. Love can be just as scary as what's out there sometimes. I never wanted to let anyone close after I lost Sarah… but then you fell into my life and my heart just ached whenever you went home. That's why I'd keep you at mine on our down days, even though I was too chicken to tell you. Part of me hoped you knew somehow. Pretty childish for an old man hm?" He chuckled, you smiled and nuzzled your face against his neck, just breathing him in as he held you close.

"Oh it's definitely dumb on both our sides Joel. It took being kept apart for months and the fear we'd never find each other for us to finally admit it. But I think that suits us just fine." Joel hummed quietly, his fingers idly rubbing your scalp as he held onto you. You lay there together for a while, finally reunited and having admitted to everything. Eventually you lifted your head once more, studying his face before stealing a few tender kisses.

"Think Ellie would mind if you stayed here tonight? We have some catching up to do." You grinned a little, Joel humming as he just nodded and instantly pulled you closer.

"I'll make it up to her eventually. I need you." He muttered, tilting his head to kiss you again. Finally picking up where you'd left off so long ago, back in that dreary bedroom in Boston.

#joel miller #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #no use of y/n #pedro pascal #the last of us #tlou fic #joel miller x you #ellie williams #ellie tlou

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thechanelmuse · 3 months

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Muni Long - "Made For Me"

Nothing like longtime songwriters with initial dreams of being singers in the forefront positioning themselves from behind the writer's table to the stage. I've followed Priscilla's journey since her covers of songs like Amy Winehouse's "Rehab" and the Fergie "Glamorous" Dictionary tune days (before DMCA notices) when Youtube first launched.

"Made For Me" is what I call a loop record, meaning it makes the listener want to keep it on repeat. Priscilla's explored different sounds in the past, like country, before she reinvented herself as Muni. This song gives me that merger. It's a tender, classic R&B ballad that invites a soft yodel effect in the chorus while marrying ballad keys with a simple percussive arrangement that got that knock. Can't go wrong with a JD and Bryan Michael Cox production 🤷🏽‍♀️. Feels refreshing for this era, but also nostalgic enough to easily fit amongst songs from the early 2000s. The best of both worlds.

If this is the direction of Muni's new album. Man.... The choir rendition she performed on the Soul Train Awards (that I've played daily since then lol) better be on it as a bonus track. Just luscious and takes it to another level.

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#muni long #priscilla renea #made for me #soul train awards

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ferrarihamilton · 7 months

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Begging on my knees for a snippet of frat yukierre 🧎🏼‍♀️

I REALLY THOUGHT I HAD CRACKED MY WRITERS BLOCK WITH THIS ONE. alas. here's almost 2k that hopefully i will finish one day, inspired by yuki's outfit back in miami:

Pierre does make a pros/cons spreadsheet when he’s keeping track of all his bids, and he talks to his parents and his older brothers but at the end of the day he picks his frat mostly based on which one played the least shit music during rush, which lands him in SigEp. It’s a good choice: the house is newly renovated with a pool, and they don’t make him do anything too awful or offensively American for pledge, thank fuck.

But most importantly, SigEp is on good terms with most of the sorority houses. This means every weekend Pierre gets to flirt with a pretty girl over beer pong and drink Rolling Rocks instead of Coors.

Their last mixer before finals is with ADPi, which he’s glad for: the ADPi girls are hot but not crazy, and the other frat there is SigNu, who are always a good mix of chill and rowdy. He does the rounds before things get too wild, dialing his smile up a notch when he says hello to the girls he already knows, leaning on his vowels as he lets himself get introduced to a gaggle of littles in identical neon bandeaus.

“Are you French?” one of them asks, eyes wide.

“Oui,” he says, patiently, and smirks as they all giggle again. Amy and Laura, behind them, simultaneously roll their eyes, and Pierre winks at them. He’s hooked up with both of them before— together and separately, and he wouldn’t be opposed to a repeat, but the night is still young. He’s in no hurry.

He’s finishing his third beer and flirting with a girl from his stats class when Charles— who isn’t even in Greek life, and somehow gets invited to most mixers all the same— appears next to him.

“Pierre, mate,” she says, in a tone that never means any good. The other girl makes herself scarce almost immediately, because Charles has a reputation for being sweet until she’s not. Pierre suppresses a sigh and turns to her.

“Hello Charles,” Pierre says drily. “Yes, I am good, thank you for asking. How are you?”

Charles flashes him a crinkly smile, either oblivious or uncaring of his sarcasm. “Have you met Yuki?” she asks in French.

“Who?”

Charles points over her shoulder at a guy on the other side of the room. He’s wearing a bright pink shirt in a shiny fabric, with matching shorts. “Yuki, he’s from Japan. He is a mech-E major.”

Pierre raises his eyebrows. He’s known Charles his entire life, and she’s never meddled with his hook ups before. “I think you are supposed to show me a girl, no? You will get in trouble with the ADPi board.” He still looks though, because why wouldn’t he. The guy’s back is turned to them, talking to some people around the beer pong sign-ups. “He’s not my type.”

Charles just grins and starts shouldering her way through the crowd. Pierre shakes his head, feeling a smile pull at his mouth, and grabs another beer before following her.

“Yuki!” Charles calls when they get close.

Yuki turns around, breaking into a smile when he catches sight of Charles. It’s a nice smile. He’s short— shorter than most of the girls here, even, with round, soft features and broad shoulders. He’s wearing a pink snapback backwards, and his shirt is unbuttoned all the way.

Pierre knows he’s staring. Next to him, he can feel Charles’ smugness radiating off of her.

“Hey Charles,” Yuki says, holding his fist out for a fistbump. Once Charles has knocked their knuckles together, he turns to Pierre, looking up through his eyelashes at expectantly. “I’m Yuki,” he says. His lower lip is pinker than the top one, like he’s been biting it. On a girl, Pierre would call his expression coy.

“Pierre.” Pierre’s mouth is dry. He can’t stop looking at the line of Yuki’s tummy where his shirt is open. He wonders if he slipped a hand there, if Yuki’s waist would feel as solid as it looks.

“I know,” Yuki says. “I was in Intro to Civil last year.”

Pierre had TA’d that class last year, a freshman paper. Which makes Yuki a sophomore. “But you’re a mech major?”

Yuki shrugs, his grin widening. “Guess you were a shit TA.”

Pierre surprises himself by laughing. Charles, who had stepped around Yuki to peer at the beer pong board, gives Pierre a shit-eating smile of delight and two thumbs up, before disappearing into the crowd.

Yuki’s beaming up at him now. It makes Pierre feel powerful, confident; he puts on his best smile and angles his body so he’s leaning against the wall, facing Yuki. “You’re with Sigma Nu?”

Yuki looks him up and down. His smile falls into something more private, and Pierre’s about to straighten up, thinking he read the situation wrong, when Yuki deadpans, “No, I’m with ADPi.”

Pierre relaxes, laughs again. “I mean,” he drawls. “You’re the right height.”

“Hey, oi!” Yuki shoves at his shoulder. He’s laughing too. Pierre’s already leaning against the wall, so the movement does nothing but bring Yuki closer to him. His hands feel sure, strong. He’s the perfect size to fit against Pierre’s side, under his arm.

He takes a sip of his drink, smirking. “And what are you wearing, all this pink and purple? Definitely a sorority girl.”

“I’m on theme.” Yuki waves at the rest of the room, decorated with LED lights and projections of city skylines for the vaporwave theme, whatever the fuck that means. “Unlike you. Lazy. Every other frat boy here is wearing a white graphic t-shirt too.”

“You live in a frat too,” Pierre points out. It’s hard to forget, with the way he looks: open shirt, shorts string untied at the hips, snapback and sunglasses and delicate chain on his collarbones.

"A better one," Yuki says, grinning.

“No way, your house is old as fuck. And we’ve got a pool.”

“Not all of us need a pool to get people wet,” Yuki says, straight-faced, and Pierre squawks, startled, before laughing so hard he’s basically crying. When he wipes his eyes, Yuki is watching him, the apples of his cheeks dimpled with how wide he’s smiling.

He ducks his head when Pierre catches him, picking up his drink again, and asks, “You’re from France?”

The change of subject is so cute that Pierre gives in, and slides an inch closer to Yuki so their arms are touching. He can feel the muscles in Yuki’s bicep jump, briefly, before he’s pressing back, warm and sweaty. “What gave it away?”

“Charles told me.”

“Ohhhh,” Pierre makes an exaggerated sound. “You were talking about me, were you?”

Yuki rolls his eyes. They're crowded close together in the packed room, though they still have to raise their voices to speak. Yuki's smirking a bit at him. From this angle, he has to tilt his chin almost all the way up to look at Pierre.

“Want to play beer pong?” Pierre asks. He feels hot under is collar, clammy at his armpits.

“Fuck yes,” Yuki says. It’s hard to tell under the dimmed lights, but it looks like he’s blushing, and he’d stumbled just a teeny bit before replying. Pierre puts his hand on his lower back, steers him to the end of the beer pong table.

They win, easily. The girls on the other side of the table pout, which Pierre is definitely going to get a word about from his chapter president in the morning: the unspoken rule is to let the girls sink some cups in, break the ice for conversation later, but Pierre is having too much fun listening to Yuki’s cheers every time he makes a shot, feeling his body next to his, sweaty in the packed room. When he sinks his third cup in a row, he wraps an arm around Yuki’s waist without thinking, lifts him up. His side is warm, and Yuki turns his face into his neck for a moment when he puts him down. Pierre can feel him grinning against his shoulder.

“Bravo, bravo.”

“We make a good team,” Pierre says.

“We?” Yuki shoots back. “I sunk more cups than you.”

“One more cup than me.”

“One more is still more. Better start practicing.” Yuki touches his wrist, easily, with warm fingers. Pierre has to lean down to hear him, which puts him right in line with the shock of his neon cap. He steals it, puts it backwards on himself.

“How do I look?”

“Like a frat boy,” Yuki says. He’s teasing, but he’s also fixing Pierre with the growing smile of someone who starting to realise they’re going to get laid tonight, so Pierre doesn’t mind much. He can feel a matching smile on his own face.

“Want another drink?”

Yuki gives him a once over, so deliberate. “Not really.”

It’s still pretty early. If Pierre was doing this, he’d draw it out a little, maybe talk to someone else for a bit, circle back around to Yuki when it got closer to midnight.

“SigNu house is a bit far from here,” he says.

“It’s like, 15 minutes.”

Pierre grins. “SigEp is 10.”

Yuki rolls his eyes. “Let me get a drink. Then we can go.”

“Thought you didn’t want another drink.”

“I realised I need another one to deal with you.”

Pierre grins again. He can’t stop; he feels a bit giddy. “I can get them. Meet you outside in five."

When they meet out the front, he says, “Here," innocently, and hands Yuki the White Claw he’d nicked from Amy’s secret stash.

Yuki rolls his eyes, but still says, “Thanks,” and cracks it open to chug immediately. He gets halfway before making a face.

“Don’t like it?”

“American alcohol sucks.” He eyes the fresh Coors in Pierre’s hand. “Do you actually like that?”

Pierre does have some taste, so of course he doesn’t. “We’re in the land of the free,” he says. “Need to get the full experience.”

Yuki snorts. It's unbearably cute.

“I do miss wine though,” Pierre says.

“Mmm,” Yuki says. “Have you been to the Connection? They have a good selection, for pretty cheap too.” “You’ll have to take me,” Pierre says.

Yuki raises an eyebrow, like it’s a challenge. “Okay.”

He’s still at the top of the porch, much too far away for Pierre’s liking. He’s taller than Pierre, now that Pierre’s standing two steps down.

“You’re cute,” Pierre says.

“You wear too much cologne.”

“Bro." Pierre sniffs his collar. "No I don’t.”

“You don’t,” Yuki says, smirking. “But you were worried for a second.”

Pierre can’t remember the last time he genuinely laughed this much at a mixer. He shoves Yuki a little, then has to lean forward to reel him back in when it looks like Yuki might lose his balance.

“That was so your fault,” Yuki accuses.

“You didn’t spill your drink,” Pierre says instead of denying it. They're very close now, enough that Pierre can smell the sugar of White Claw on Yuki's breath. Pierre’s still got his hands on his hip and shoulder from steadying him; his body is just as solid as Pierre thought it would be.

“I have priorities,” Yuki says, and there’s a beat of pause, and then Yuki’s leaning down and slotting their lips together, still smiling as he kisses him. Pierre shifts, tightening his grip as he kisses back, pulling Yuki down and straining up. He licks Yuki’s lower lip and catches it against his teeth.

When they pull apart, Pierre tries to dive back in immediately. Yuki steps away, still smiling. “Let’s go,” he says.

#and then they fuck nasty etc etc #yukierre #jo writes fic #the day i actually finish this one i'll pop some massive fucking bottles bc i had such grand visions about #yuki getting fucked in his little pink and purple miami outfit

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This Magnetic Force Of A Man

Caught Beneath the Landslide

When Everything's Made To Be Broken

Keep Breaking Me In

Try To Document This Light

Just the Thought Of You (Gets Me So High)

"Amy helped me plan it." What went into Henry's ocean crossing surprise? What were his thoughts going to the DNC where he'd finally see Alex on the stage, doing what he loves & looking amazing while doing it? Read to find out Henry's side of things as the night of the DNC unfolds.

I Like That Thing You Do

With the View In the Morning (You Won't Ever Go Back)

Can We Dance In the Dark?

"Who would you be?" "Be a writer. Live in Paris." Inspired by this beautiful quote, this fic follows Henry Fox, a writer who's famous for crafting stories about a fictional prince - The Royal Blue series follows James through the trials and tribulations of being young, royal, and gay as a maypole. He loves what he does but inspiration is dry. He can't find the words and is severely stuck in a bout of writer's block. To try and abate it, Henry takes David for a walk - fate, the dear she is, finds a way to intervene. After a collision, Henry comes face to face with Alex Claremont-Diaz, law student and first son of the United States. Read to find out how their relationship develops into something worth writing about.

This Happily Ever After

For such a natural, easy sort of relationship like Alex and Henry's, there is a lot of weight on their shoulders. Despite themselves, they're making history with each new step they take in their relationship. It's a good thing, then, that neither man is a stranger to the limelight. When Alex teases about them making history, Henry doesn't know how deep that comment will run or how true it actually is. Read to catch a few pieces of Alex & Henry's relationship where they make their own history. Sometimes, two people are meant to shape the world, no matter the circumstance. Or - 5 times Alex jokes about making history and 1 time Henry reciprocates.

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OOF, we've started to hit "scenes that have aged like milk with the full context of river's reveal!" the doctor speaking with SUCH condescending certainty that river could never be his equal, could never in the world measure up to him in terms of space-time complexity, when arguably river is That And More...i feel two kinds of ways about this, one very colored by my doctor/river softness, one very colored by my writer brain frustration. i shall start with the first one.

i do think that there exists a way to read this as the doctor continuing to write off river and refuse to admit that she could be A Person to him. he doesn't know her, so he does not know enough to make this call, and to tell her she doesn't know what she's talking about when he Doesn't Know Her is patently absurd. he's been digging himself into defensive anger all of this episode, all while floating around her like a lil satellite, not wanting to admit that he does actually absolutely like her, so i do think he would be off-the-cuff harsh with her in a moment like this! plus of course he has another plan + he is not one to let people sacrifice themselves for him when he can avoid it, so character-wise, this tracks.

but the thing is, river is right! and the fact that the narrative sorta has her put up these garden-variety protestations instead of having her go "you really have no fucking clue what you're talking about" yet again showcases the weakness of shifting all melody pond hints all the way into season six, and making all of these hints so tiny that no casual viewer could conceivably knit them all together! this was a moment that needed a hint, and the fact that it doesn't have one turns it into this brutal and uncomfortable dismissal both upon first watch and rewatch.

first watch, the doctor is flat-out saying "you're not as important as me" to someone he's ostensibly starting a flirtationship with, and he is constantly saying things like this to river -- i'd never trust you, you embarrass me, why did you have to be this, etc. which is just VISCERALLY uncomfortable to sit with when we just do not get nearly enough tenderness between them to counterbalance... all of that! (we get tenderness and flirting and silliness, but none of it really outweighs how awful some of the things he says to her are!)

rewatch, WE KNOW RIVER IS RIGHT. full stop. she is a complicated space time event on a level that gets frankly ridiculous. maybe the doctor's been doing this for longer but i truly don't think (at least in new who, can't speak for classic) that anyone's timeline is as consistently fucked and nonsensical as river's. so when the doctor dismisses her and she just keeps going "but i don't want you to die!!!" that seems wildly inconsistent with river's character (or, at the very least, how the narrative seems to want us to view river) -- she definitely keeps her cards close to her chest, but if the doctor is in danger and she knows that her life will work as well as his, she will Literally Die For Him to preserve the timeline. as has been shown to us in the library. this is a moment where i truly think that a consistently written river would have dug her heels in and brought up, rightly, that he does not know her and does not know enough about her to make that call. (and that in itself would feed so beautifully into the doctor's anger/insecurities around not knowing who she is, and being drawn to her despite that! they could start having another married couple fight in front of the angels! so many things are possible that would make this make more sense!)

i think what i am going to keep coming back to over and over is that we did not get enough time with river to make this story feel consistent and planned. we have the skeleton of a story, but we needed foreshadowing, filler moments, episodes where river is just there kinda fucking around with the crew and establishing a rapport with amy and rory. she is simultaneously incredibly important to the doctor and the ponds and a complete stranger who breezes in here and there, and there's more that could be done with that! maybe with LESS of the doctor being a dick to her. (or, at least, same amount of the doctor being a dick to her, but much more of their loosely sketched s7 dynamic, where it's clear he adores her and always hears her and would give up years of his life just to make her feel a tiny bit better!)

#celia watches dw #hhHHHHGHGHGH #i do think it's on brand for river to be super restrained in the face of the doctor's anger #but when we get so much of that doctor being angry/river being restrained combo #it really does become difficult to watch sometimes #some other times are beautiful and cute and it still remains p consistent if messy!#but i think it could have been woven together stronger with more hints in s5.#and this is one of those moments. to me

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Rule #1: Don't Get Caught

by gleefulfoxes “D’you worry about me, Fox?” “I get paid to worry about you.” Henry tries to keep his voice level, but he knows it betrays too much. His knuckles are going white. “No, you get paid to take a bullet for me.” Alex cocks his head up in a challenge and leans in closer. “That panic in your eyes, you don’t get paid for that, sweetheart.” His breath brushes Henry’s lips and his hands settle on his hips. - Or a bodyguard Henry fic i started writing based on a tweet and has gained a mind of its own Words: 14000, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English Fandoms: Red White & Royal Blue - Casey McQuiston, Red White & Royal Blue (2023) Rating: Explicit Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Categories: M/M Characters: Alex Claremont-Diaz, Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Amy Chen | Amy Gupta, Ellen Claremont, Arthur Fox, June Claremont-Diaz, Nora Holleran, Percy "Pez" Okonjo Relationships: Alex Claremont-Diaz/Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Bodyguard, Secret Service Agent Henry, Gay Disaster Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Chaotic Alex Claremont-Diaz, Protective Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Jealous Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, you can cut the tension with a knife, Forced Proximity, misuse of libraries, writer knows very little about the secret service so suspension of disbelief is needed, Explicit Sexual Content, Dom/sub Undertones, Orgasm Edging, Orgasm Denial, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Dom Henry Fox-Mountchristen-Windsor, Praise Kink, Begging, i was possessed when i wrote the big sex scene, sorry about that, they are also so so soft via https://ift.tt/NQSTire

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ranking actors by how good of a job they did in teen wolf: the movie

1. vince ATE. this was HIS MOVIE. it didn’t matter that he was new. it didn’t matter that i only kind of liked his character. he showed up like rent was due, playing injured and desperate and needing to please just like the original teen wolf.

2. holland never misses. from her hurt watching allison fight, to her soft looks with scott, to her using her banshee powers. she stepped back into being lydia martin like no time had passed.

3. tyler hoechlin. my life, my love. he didn’t get a lot of emotional range with his scenes which is why he isn’t higher, but i have no doubt he had the potential to do it. he was the same as i remember him, but also had those small changes just from him having a kid and growing up.

4. colton did a great job, but also he was basically playing himself. no real acting was done, but it was believable and entertaining, so i’m still counting it.

5. tyler posey can play scott so well. but he was too excited to be in the movie that he couldn’t really play anything but wistful and earnest.

6. it feels odd to put linden here because he had such a small role, but i love this man and his character so we’re doing it anyway. he did such a great job as the sheriff and still playing dad to all of the kids even though they’re now grown. however, his sassy side left with stiles and i will never forgive him (but mostly the writers tbh) for that.

7. ian bohen had such a strong entrance and then… nothing. i don’t know what was up but he just stopped acting half way through the movie. also props for sniffing and crawling on all fours with a straight face.

8. ryan played parrish so two dimensional the whole movie. malia comments on a look he gives and he’s just there like “what look 🧍🏼‍♂️”

9. i love shelley hennig. i really do. but they’re trying to give malia depth and she refuses to lean into it. she’s going to date parrish after this, and she doesn’t even seem to really like him.

10. jr bourne. WHAT HAPPENED TO YOU MAN. if there was one thing i could count on it was that man and he turned into some like poetic hipster with residual soldier in him.

11. crystal reed did a great job acting. that’s not arguable. the realization when her memories come back, the soft looks scott, the inner turmoil. that being said… she didn’t do a good job of being allison. her expressions weren’t as full and dynamic as they were in the show and it didn’t give her the same energy. she might as well have been a different character for me.

other comments:

- amy workman (the girl who played hikari) had very little range, but they downplayed her brand new character and this is her first movie role, so no hate to her, she got thrown in the deep end.

- melissa wasn’t in it for me to comment on anything. not her fault though, im so sorry they did you so dirty ma’am. same with dylan and khylin. i know they would’ve stolen the show.

#heads up i’m a bitch in this #i mean you can probably tell by the title #but im right and all of you know it #thank you lauren for coming on this journey with me #teen wolf #teen wolf movie

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