#and then I do certain time jump things in the fic that make the gap even smaller sooooo

[weepynymph]

I just spent my day doing research and mathematics to make sure the age gap between the characters in the fic I’m writing isn’t problematic.

how about y’all?

#I have come to the conclusion that it’s fine #yes it was casmund the narnia timelines are CONFUSING #and the movies are so vague about their ages you have to hunt for clues #and then I do certain time jump things in the fic that make the gap even smaller sooooo #it’s fine #narnia #casmund #my writing #caspian x edmund #prince caspian #edmund pevensie #edmund x caspian

[cinematicgf]

Breaking the Girl~ 18+ dom!joel

Summary: as a casual photographer, you find the opportunity to go with your neglectful boyfriend to his hometown for the summer thrilling. Taking photos of his neighbors and friends whilst not blowing money on a huge vacation sounds perfect, a small job with his mum, neighborhood summer get-togethers and weekend beach trips accompanied by your trusty camera, why not?! But when a certain charming Southern man, known as your boyfriend’s old boss, enters the mix, you cant take your lens off the fine older man, and he cant seem to take it off you either.

Pairings: (no-outbreak) dom!joel miller x sub f!reader

Warnings and notes: 18+, smutty smutty smut, dom!joel and sub!f!reader, piv, dirty talk, pet names (sweetheart, doll, darling), dirty talk, drinking, swearing, oral sex (f! receiving), arguments, age gap (reader is afab! in their early 20s and Joel in in his mid-early 50s), reader in uni, bit of a praise kink ngl, boyfriend being an asshole and Joel being just as charming as ever, reader has some cunty thoughts but good for her honestly, just pure unbridled filth with a semi developed backstory<3 no use of y/n

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A/N: hi all<3 I wanna thank you guys for the support of my previous Joel fic, I appreciate it so much<3 this is just a string of pure filth with limited backstory. my inbox is open for requests as usual, your feedback is always welcome and if you enjoy this fic please like, comment and reblog<3

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She was the girl Left alone Feeling the need To make me her home

I don't know what, when or why The twilight of love had arrived

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Summer was approaching quick and with your exams out of the way and all the stress of the last few months, the final week of university seemed kinda pointless. Yet here you were in class, daydreaming about all the things you would get up to. Perhaps you could rent a sea-side batch and spend your warm afternoons in the ocean before settling down with a book and a bottle of wine for the evenings. Or maybe, you could blow your barista allowance and go to Florida for the sweltering months. Truth is, you didn’t have any plans for the summer, and with the days counting down much too fast to comprehend, you found yourself at a loss for what to do on your break. No matter what you did, however, you know your trusty camera would be tucked to your side, film loaded in and an extra pocket in your bag to store the developed photos. Photography had been a passion of yours for as long as you could remember. You had saved up birthday and Christmas money for years in order to afford a camera for yourself and you had never gone anywhere without it. Unfortunately, the impending doom of your hobby “having no jobs”, as your father put it, meant that you had to change your uni major. Although, you had been cheeky and added in a photography paper here and there, just to satisfy yourself and to no knowledge of your father.

The sound of a backpack being thrown down next to you made you retreat from your thoughts with a jump. Your boyfriend pushed himself into a seat next to you, “So babe”, he began; god, how many times had you told him you hated being called that. “I was thinking, for the summer, you could come back home with me?” he finished. You looked at him with a frown, the last thing you wanted to do was spend another summer cooped up in a small town like the one you grew up in, the one you visited every holidays, just to be wrapped in uncomfortably tight hugs from elders commenting on, “well well, I haven’t seen you since you were this big”, making their hand level with their knees, “look at how pretty you’ve gotten, you have your mothers eyes dear, you must be so proud of her”, they would always say, giving a warm smile to your father as he too looked at you with a grin, knowing how insane you must think these strangers were. You loved seeing your father on breaks, but c’mon, sometimes you yourself needed some time to yourself.

You contemplated his offer briefly, “Hmm I don’t kno—” “Cmon!” he insisted, unwarily cutting you off, “It’ll be great, we can stay in my parents sleep out, I’ll be working for one of my neighbors who I had a job with in high school, and I’ve already asked my mom if she can find some work for you around her office. On weekends we can walk to the beach and go to the mall and whatnot, c’mon babe, it’ll be fun”. Great, a summer working in an office and hanging out with your boyfriends’ rich parents, sounds… delightful. But truth is, you didn’t have anything else to do over the summer, and maybe this would be a way to relax without spending a boatload of your hard-earned money on a shitty trip. “Hmm... fine, you’ve convinced me”, you pretend to be annoyed about it. He smiles and gives you a quick peck on the cheek which you ignore. “It’ll be great, we can go up Saturday afternoon. First day of summer, the adults in the neighborhood usually throw a barbecue at Joel’s, the guy I’m working for. Yeah, it’s a little rowdy with drunk adults and a pool thrown into the mix but I always find myself actually having fun”. At this point you felt a little excitement creep through you. You arrive and immediately there’s a party, hell yeah. Who cares about drunk middle-aged people when at least there are free drinks. “I’m sure we will have a great time”, you force a smile as he gazes at you, “as long as I’m with you”, he replies earnestly before adding repulsively, “can you bring something hot to wear, like those little shorts- I wanna impress everyone in town that you’re mine”. You cringed at the sudden ruin of the mood and his claiming you as his. It sends a nauseous feeling straight to your stomach with a hint of rage.

Six months ago, you may have laughed and slapped him lightly on the shoulder, but truth is, you had been meaning to break things off with him for a couple of weeks now. His constant unawareness to vile comments and the fact that you were always treated as an accessory to him, as if you weren’t a person at all, had just brought you to your breaking point. Not to mention your friend Em, who dated his much kinder friend, had broken the news that him and a girl in another one of his classes had been fucking on the regular. This should’ve hurt, but truth be told, you two had been distant for months now. The only reason that you hadn’t broken it off sooner was the slamming of exam period, as you spend two weeks with your head buried in books, barely seeing anyone, including him (you had kinda forgot about him over that time, if you were honest with yourself, and, you know you weren’t supposed to say it, but it felt kinda nice, not having the responsibility of constantly thinking about a significant other). Remembering all the outliers in your relationship, you cursed yourself for saying yes to the trip and not just calling it quits to spend summer alone. Well, you guessed you wouldn’t be seeing him all that much, with both of you working and you could use the excuse you wanted to check out the town to get away for a bit. God, you felt like a major bitch, but still, it was a free trip. So, fuck it. Call it compensation for how neglectful he had been of your relationship.

The trip back to his hometown was draining. You couldn’t help but wish your boyfriend would just ease up on the constant chatter so the two of you could sit in comfortable silence with the music blaring instead. He told you all about his neighbors and his parents and you couldn’t help but find yourself intrigued by this Joel Miller character he was working for. Single parent, self-made wealthy contractor with a charm about him, or so your boyfriend complimented, as he told the story of how Joel had offered him a job in high school when times were tight through his parents’ divorce. “Listen okay, literally everyone in town swoons for him but I’ve never seen him with anyone, I don’t know, maybe he’s just not looking to settle down. I personally don’t see it, he’s just an old man”, he mentions offhandedly. You were a little nervous to meet him after the string of admiration by your boyfriend.

Once you had arrived and his stepfather and mother had showered you with acclimation (“My goodness Sammy, look at this gorgeous thing, how did you manage to lock her down”). Getting ready for the much-awaited barbecue, you settled for simple, as the humid evening approaching told you that anymore layers, and you would be drenched in sweat. You added some accessories, equipping yourself with your camera and extra film as you and your boyfriend headed across the road to, supposedly, Joel’s house.

Already there was a congregation of neighbors and friends, all gathered around a pool in the backyard, beers in hands, chatting enthusiastically with others they, presumably, were all familiar with. It was utterly suburban, the sight bemusing you slightly as you force away a smirk. Making your way across the lawn and through already intoxicated neighbors you find a full cooler, preparing yourself with a beer before observing the strangers. Your boyfriend had taken off to greet friendly faces, taking the opportunity, you fixate your lens to your eye to capturing the action.

A sweep of the back garden and a few shots later your lens focuses on a tall man leaning on a porch pillar. You can’t help but stare through the disguise of your camera. The cross of his tanned broad arms stretching his t shirt against his chest, making the expanse that much more noticeable. One hand jammed into his pocket, the other superlatively cradling a beer.

His patchy beard lined his structured jaw, squinting as he laughed, dimples inverting the sides of his mouth exquisitely. All these featured crafted the most handsome man you think you had ever laid eyes on. Pressing the shutter, you snap a photo of him mid-laugh as a neighbor entertained him. His admirable laugh carried across the garden, a melody to your ears, you can’t help but smile to yourself.

“Babe!” you boyfriend calls from across the lawn, cringing once more at the pet name, you wander across the garden after being summoned. “This here is Joel”. Your eyes meet the older man finally greeting the stranger who has piqued your interest the past few hours. He had a southern charm about him, and the closer you get, you can see how broad he really is. His muscles sculpted through his shirt, the veins in his arm mimicking those of Michelangelo's David. What the hell was your boyfriend talking about “just an old man”, you couldn’t take your eyes off him, allure and all.

“Ah, so this is she”, he envelopes your hand in his, his calloused palms connect more gently than you expected with your own young, soft padding. “I’m Joel”, he introduces himself, “I noticed you snapping photos over there”, his smile softens his features, you can’t help but mirror his beaming. “Speaking of”, you say, reaching into your pocket, you hand him the photo you had taken earlier; his attractive face radiating from the Polaroid, “Here”.

Taking it, he inspects it closely, you hold your breath, faintly, always nervous of reactions to your craft, no matter how friendly the gathering. A mesmerizing smile breaks out on his feature, “Probably the best photo taken of me ever. And that’s saying something”, he adds, grinning. “Its all yours”, you offer, watching him pocket the photo with pride.

Joel and you fall into conversation seamlessly. You tell of your uni and photography endeavors as Joel starts telling you about his contracting business. How he got it off the ground with the help of his brother, Tommy, who was lounging on a pool chair beside Joel’s daughter Sarah, who he mentioned with a sparkle of joy in his eye any proud father would have. “So, after Sarah’s mom left, I decided to get my shit togeth—”

“Holy shit”, your boyfriend interrupts. Joel raises his eyebrows in confusion, and you sigh in question, as you were enjoying talking to Joel, “Listen, my old high school buddies are having a boys night at theirs”, he raises up his phone, showing the brightened notification on the screen. You don’t bother to read it. “I gotta go babe, sorry. Ill see you later on tonight, okay?”, he gives you a quick kiss on the cheek, leaving you standing there speechless before weaving through the crowd of people in the back garden and leaving. You’re shocked, frankly. Sure, he’s been neglectful of you, but this was a new low. Ditching you at his neighbor’s party to go hang out with other people… you are truly dumbstruck. Tears of humiliation and pure anger burn on your lashes, threatening to leak down your face. You turn your attention to Joel leaning next to you, the same stunned expression accessorizing his features, brow slightly furrowed. “Well,”, he sighs after a beat, “that was a bit fucking rude. Sorry about th—“

“Excuse me”, it was your turn to interrupt him, as you fled from his domineering presence, frankly, embarrassed by your bastard of a boyfriend. Tears lighting a fire behind your eyes as your blood boiled.

“Fuck”, you took a look at the bottom of your empty beer bottle, heading over to the cooler. “Fuck!!”, you repeated to yourself upon opening the now empty chiller. Adults really did drink a lot huh, you thought, glaring daggers at the once full bin before wandering across the garden and inside the house.

You navigated the modern, utterly suburban house plan until you found a garage. Damn middle-aged men and their garages, you swear every dad you knew decorated their garage better than their own rooms. Thank god Joel was no different, because you knew there would be a fridge there filled with the good stuff. Once alone with your new full beverage, you let out a sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose in frustration. You were here, alone now, with people only he knew, did he expect you to just stand in the corner and drink by yourself, observing the party? Did he expect you to just go home? Honestly, the mere thought of it sent a rush of anger traversing up your spine. “Asshole”, you muttered to yourself, taking a swig of your stolen beer.

“Didn’t think pretty girls were thieves”, you heard a teasing voice behind you. You whipped your head around to make out Joel in the doorway of the garage, muscular arms tucked into his sides again, one supporting his almost empty beer. Had he… followed you? He uncrossed his ankles and made his way over to where you stood by the fridge.

“The door was open, arrest me officer”, you retort sarcastically, already over this whole shindig after being ditched by your boyfriend.

He chuckled lightly before noticing your peeved demeanor. “Ah”, he whispers to himself, “boyfriend troubles huh? More so, than the whole ordeal before hm, darling”. You glance at him through your lashes and roll your eyes, “You don’t know the half of it.” Sighing, he moved closer to you, his elbow caressing yours slightly, he looks down at you with an expression you cant quite make out, “All I can say is”, he begins, his voice low and gravelly, “if I had a pretty thing like you for myself, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight”.

Was he… making a move on you? You couldn’t tell. In your drunken state, you didn’t really care either, why not pursue it. Your boyfriend hadn’t touched you in months, the least Joel could say was no; so, fuck it, right?

You inch toward him, “and what would you do if you had me, Mr. Miller”, you coo, your voice tantalizing, wavering on a whisper as you gaze at him.

“Maybe one day I’ll get to show you”, he smirks. The two of you are unbelievably close, you can feel his breath fanning on your face and can smell his cologne. He is inundating your senses and you can’t get enough. You take the opportunity to weave your hands around his waist. He reaches an unbearably large hand up to your face and skims your cheekbone, his sizeable thumb halting on your bottom lip. You use the opportunity to take his finger into your mouth, suckling gently before releasing it with a soft kiss on the padding of his digit. You can feel him harden against you through his jeans.

“Fuckkkken hell”, he drawls, “temptress,” a darkness scintillates in his eyes.

A loud bang of a door close by followed by a whining, “Daddddddd”, has the both of you jumping apart as Sarah appears in view of the doorway. The young girl is rubbing her eyes, messy curls adorning her cute face. Slumping, she complains again, “Dad, I’m tired, can you tuck me in, please”. Joel gives her a warm smile, “I'll be right there baby girl, go get into bed okay, gimme a second”. She notices you for the first time, “I like your hair”, she grins, you cant help but smile at the young girl, “thank you honey, I like yours too”. With that, she disappears back through the door and up the stairs as Joel’s attention turns back to you, his former dark, eager look has returned.

“Come around tomorrow.” It’s not a question. Rather a demand. One hand engulfs your upper arm, giving it a light squeeze as he plants a soft kiss to your cheek, leaving you in the garage to comprehend the exciting conversation you had just had. Before he does, however, he stops in the doorway and turns back around to face you. “For the record, your boyfriend’s an asshole. Has been since high school.”, he gives you a grin but there’s a hint of concern behind his eyes. It was a shitty thing for your boyfriend to do and he understands that.

Your boyfriend had passed out on his parent’s couch when you left Joel’s house, so you made your way to the sleep out, thrilled to have some time alone to think about the events of the night. You couldn’t help but admit to yourself that the entire conversation with Joel felt good. Right, even; like Joel was actually trying to talk to you as any decent human being would. And maybe the bar was on the ground for your after your shitty relationship, but you didn’t feel guilty about wanting the older man. And he wanted you too. Maybe it’ll only be for a quick fuck, but it felt nice to be wanted. You thought about the conversation again before slipping a finger down through your wet folds, rubbing quick fast circles to the nub of your clit, exhaling soft moans. You imagined your hand wasn’t your own but Joel's.

The next day you woke up early. Your nerves shot as you take a shower, taking the opportunity of seeing Joel again to dress in lacy, barely there lingerie under your clothes (why you packed it… just in case, you supposed). If nothing happened between the two of you, or he admitted that perhaps he was drunk and just fucking around, then nobody would know your effort but you. However, if he did get to undress you, the choice to dress up would be an ideal one.

The door is open when you arrive, the summer entering uninvited through the hallway of the cozy home. Entering the doorway to the living room, you knock on the door frame, Joel appearing moments later behind you on the stairs. “Hi again, doll”, he greets you with a genuine smile, walking to the kitchen. Those dimples, carved by Donatello himself, you supposed. “You want something to drink?”, you nod as he leads the way past you. Handing you a dewy beer, you make your way to the couch to sit on the edge like a nervous child and admire the man in front of you. His t shirt tightening at the sleeves, barely able to fit over his muscular, slightly tanned arms. Jeans, ungodly tight around his crotch. You blush at the realization that you’re staring at him in all his glory. Your breath hitches as you focus your gaze on the skew of family photos dotted around the living me.

“Why’d you ask me over?” you come right out and question. In your drunken state last night, you didn’t care if it looked like you were coming onto him, if he said no, your intoxication dulled your embarrassment. But now, in your sober state, you needed to know, so as not to do just that. “I wanna take care of you”, he expressed nonchalantly, his focus occupied on finding a bottle opener. “And how do you presume to do that”, you continue, bemused by his confused expression lightening once he found what he was looking for, popping the cap before coming to sit next to you on the couch. He crossed his ankle over his knee, your eyes unfortunately for you, travel straight to the bulge in his jean. Perv, you curse to yourself. “Well, it just seems like your boyfriend isn’t doing a very good job, is he sweetheart?”. An exasperated sigh emits from your throat, your eyes roll unwillingly at the mention of your partner. You lean against the back of the couch, head resting on his forearm relaxing lazily behind you, as you take a sip from your bottle.

You realize you really do want him… badly. “Maybe I do need your help, Mr. Miller”, lolling your neck to look at him through your lashes, putting on a sad face whilst the hint of seduction in your breathy tone communicates everything to Joel.

He leans in and kisses you, gently at first. You deepen it, needing more of him as you moan into his mouth, giving him easy access to slide his tongue across your teeth. Tongue and teeth collide in a hot, messy kiss. His hand glides up your waist to your throat, where he cups your jaw with two giant fingers and squeezes gently. Quickly realizing you’re in the middle of the living room, gasping pulling away. “Shit, is Sarah home?”, you pant. “Friend’s house”, Joel says shortly, reconnecting your lips to his.

“Then, make me feel good Joel”, you coo, teeth running over his bottom lip. He exhales a low animistic groan, watching his eyes darken to a lust-filled gaze. “Yes ma’am”.

Next thing you know, he is walking you backwards to the spare bedroom downstairs. Both of you are so needy, you can’t even wait to make it upstairs to his own bed. The backs of your knees hit the mattress, he works at your panties, lips connecting with your throat, neck, collarbone, a symphony of needy groans accompany your pleasureful sighs quickly filling the empty space of the room. Slipping a calloused hand between your thighs, he begins working to collect your arousal, coating the tips of his fingers before slipping a digit into your cunt. You exhale a gasp, he swallows into a groan, “Fuck, doll,” he breathes softly, watching his finger pumping in and out of you, “does this pussy ever get this wet for your boyfriend?” He palms himself through his jeans, relieving some of his building tension. “No Joel”, you gasp, “not like it does for you”. Mascara gathers at your lashes as you squirm on his sheets. Joel’s touch fills you with ecstasy, but you still need more.

“Joel—” you whine, forcing yourself to meet his gaze, desire and devotion flooding his features, you follow his line of vision to the sight of his digit fucking you, then to your camera lying on his bedside table. You see the gears turning in his head, barely able to comprehend what he is up to before he grabs the camera, taking it in one large hand, positioning the base on his palm as he bends his fingers to the shutter button. You turn your head away in bliss, all you can focus on are his expert fingers rhythmically pumping in and out of you. “C'mon baby, you don’t need to be shy around me”. The camera looks miniature in his hand, the flash blinds you, snapping your pure pleasure, freezing it as a passionate moment in time. Joel holds the strap by his teeth, yanking the filthy portrait out, throwing it on the bedside table. Fuck, that just made you even wetter, if that was even possible. “Joel—ah- Joel” you continue to whimper, unworried about the physical evidence of your filthy endeavors due to your young, committed cunt clenching unwilling around his fingers by how good it feels.

“I know, sweetheart”, he whispers understandingly, “Just gotta warm you up a little longer, okay sweet girl”, he slips another digit between your walls. Your back arches against the mattress, head thrown back as a string of moans and whimpers tumble from your lips. Joel’s eyes darken into a hungry, heavy look with every squirm and curse that falls from your lips. Your eyebrows knit together in pleasure as his filthy words and his tantalizing, skillful fingers aid the coil in your stomach to release slowly. Joel, camera in hand, snaps two more of him fucking you with his fingers, discarding them on the table again. “Fuck, my own little cam girl”, he drawls in your ear, smirking, “we got four left, gotta use them wisely now”.

Joel abruptly pulls his fingers out, leaving you gasping for air, whining, as the bliss slowly fades, your arousal still hot and heavily in need of him like the air you breathe. He drags his jeans and boxers off, tossing them carelessly onto the floor by the bed. Taking in his girth, you understand why he had to warm you up first. You damn near moan at the sheer side of it as the slick from your pussy assists his thick fingers to pump himself a couple of times. He smirks at your needy expression. Cocky bastard, he knows he’s big too. Settling between your legs, his tip of his cock teases your entrance. You can feel his pre-cum mixing with your slick, creating an exquisite cocktail. Repetition falling from his lips in an unsteady gravelly tone as he coerces you to take ever inch of him inside your cunt, with a melody of “good girl” and “you’re doing so good for me, pretty baby”.

Joel slides inside you so easily, with how wet you are for him. A soft hiss, and then his features mold into a symphony of pleasure and hunger. His capable fingers tangle in your hair he glides his length in and out, painfully slow. You finally find your voice amongst the soft gasps and ah’s. “Joel— need more, please”, your voices emerges as a breathy whisper; making his features darken with craving. “I know baby, I know”, he coos, “you’re so full right now, aren’t you. That’s it sweet girl, you’re so good, taking every inch of me into that pretty little pussy”.

Your mind is whirling 100 miles per hour as he whispers filthy phrases in your ear, the promise to fuck you hard and slow being almost unbearable to comprehend. His thick cock stretches you out, rock hard, forcing your legs wide open as your ankles cross around his waist for support. It’s too much, fuck! After a few seconds of adjusting to this size, he pulls all the way out. You whine slightly at the loss of him inside you before he slams back into your cunt, filling you all the way before repeating again and again and again. The head of his thick, impressive length kisses your g spot like no other mans has before. All the while he has one large, veiny hand around your throat providing a slight bit of pressure, his thumb caresses your lips, opening them to slide a finger inside. You take the hint as a call back to last night at the party, slipping his fingers to the back of your throat and sucking on them. He groans out a string of profanities, eyes glued to you as you feel his cock twitch inside you at the image before him. You release his fingers, a string of spit still attaching you and him, he uses his thumb to spread it around your lips before dragging your chin down to open your mouth, pressing his lips to yours delicately. You can barely keep up with his kiss as he continues to slam into you at a rapid pace. You’re moaning out his name, a chorus of Joel, Joel Joel-, he smothers your whines with his lips. Rocking his hips up into you slowly, he brings his thumb down between the two of you, his calloused finger after years of contracting, makes contact with your clit, rubbing circles to your neglected nub. You push his hand away after your body jolts from the stimulation and he lets out a low chuckle. “You about to come, sweetheart?”, his voice is restrained and needy. You can feel your orgasm building inside of you, teasing you as the crescendo builds. You nod quickly. Squeezing your eyes shut, your moans begin to become rapid sighs on your tongue.

“Eyes on me, doll”, Joel demands, you open them to be met by the southern man, slamming his hips into you. Fuck he looks so good on top of you right now. A thin layer of sweat coats his forehead and chest, his hair messy, two curls decorating his forehead. You don’t think you’ve ever seen such a beautiful sight. He lifts himself up on his knees, grabbing the camera once more, he takes a selection of photos of you taking him deep into you. He thumbs lightly at your clit for a shot, before the film runs out, a satisfyingly dirty collection of photos to remember your time together by lying next to the both of you.

Your hips move together in conjunction. His hands weave around your back, pulling you into him as his lips attached to your breasts, he anchors his tantalizingly expert fingers into your hair, the plush of your ass, circling your waist— Joel holds you as close as physically possible, his muscular arms crush you, teeth grazing the nub of your breast. There’s a starving kind of desire laced into his kiss. Involuntary clenches of your cunt around his impossibly hard cock, and your fingernails digging into his shoulder blades, you slide your hands around his neck to hold yourself steady.

Then, he’s pulling away slightly, his hungry eyes watching his length pump in and out of you, as he plants a strong hand on your thigh, spreading you open to receive impossibly more of him. You are simply a toy at this point, as he dictates the sheer brutal pace of how he fucks you. “God, you look so beautiful, full of my cock, doll”. He moves his lips wetly up your throat, your head thrown back. He smiles against your mouth, you give him a shaky “mmm”, he ardently peaks your lips, releasing after each kiss to watch your cock-drunken expression, his name the only word you can attempt, like worship on the edge of your tongue. “Joel- Joel- Joel, mmm”, you stutter a praise for the captivated audience, who is relishing in the sound of your pleading gasps.

“I wanna see how appreciative you are for this cock, baby, keep your eyes on me”.

His voice is firm as his hardened hands caresses the length of your spine. You feel him flex inside you, his dominant gaze securing you as he speeds up, watching as your tits bounce with his rough strokes. “Ohmygod–Joel–”, the promise of your climax rapidly approaches, the ache undoes all the tension inside you, overtaking every inch of you, causing your thighs to squeeze him impossibly tighter.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give it to me now, Darlin, you’re doing so good, come around me, doll”. The praise, the pet names, him inside you, all sends you over the edge. Your cunt starts to flood and shudder around him, your eyes rolling back into your head as you feel your orgasm release. You squeeze around Joel’s cock so tight; your lungs can only gasp out a mixture whines as you come around him. Joel continues to fuck you through your orgasm, its hard and fast to the point where you can feel another coil build inside you. He can feel it too, shifting your hips up slighting in a way that makes your mind blow, you nearly scream out at how good it feels. “That’s my good girl, I need another one, baby. You can give me another. That’s it, Yes, give it to me pretty girl”, his lips attach to a soft spot behind your ear, making you moan his name, your delicate hands rake through his hair. He pulls out for a brief second, flipping you onto your side as he lies behind you, sliding back inside you again. Its almost as if he never left, you’re so drunk off him fucking you that you can barely comprehend what is happening. Just that it feels so good, his hand weaves around you to play with your nipple, squeezing it slightly as his lips pepper kisses to your neck. he gently hooks your leg over his, stretching you open impossibly wider. “I wanna feel that pussy squeezeing me again, baby”. He continues lacing a string of filthy words into your ear while retreating back to his signature move when the two of you first started, pulling all the way out and slamming into you again.

“Lemme, feel you comin’ when I fill you up, good girl.”

Your second orgasm blinds you as you moan through your bliss. Joel’s gravely groans behind you sound like a melody. His warm breath in your ear and progressive sloppiness, encasing the room in leud noises, accompanied by his broken moans signals to you that he is close too. You turn you head to capture his lips as the aftershocks of your orgasm spark through you, your thighs twitching against his. He meets them brutally, and you know you’re going to be bruised inside and out when this is over. By the time he’s pumped you full of his cum and pulled out, it’s leaking down the inside of your thighs. You attempt to catch your breath, as his cock settles between the two of you on your lower back. You cant help but smile as he rubs lazy circles to your bare hip.

“Fucken hell, that was incredible”, he whispers, more so to himself than to you. “You are something else, doll”, he breathes, still catching his breath. You turn yourself around so that you’re half on top of him, throwing your leg over his so his cock is resting between your thighs. “You’re not so bad yourself”, you retort, smirking up at him.

“You know, you look so fucking pretty on top of me like that, darlin’. Next time, ill have to get a shot of you riding me”. Your heart jumps slightly at the promise of a next time, which he notices, following up his sentiment.

“Are you staying the whole summer”, he questions, his roaming hands worshiping your waist. “Sure am”, you respond hopefully. “Well then, I guess I’ll be seeing you soon”, he gives you a genuine smile, capturing your lips against lip for a delicate kiss, his patchy,lightly groomed beard scratching softly at your cupid’s bow.

You’re still unable to form a coherent sentence, as you feel his slick cocktailed with your own leaking out of your cunt. You slide off him, propping yourself up on a trembling elbow, watching Joel pull his jeans back up over his hips. “Until next time then”, he promises, gliding your panties up your still-weak legs, a wet patch already forming on the fabric. Aren’t you glad you decided to wear these. He hands you the photos and your camera as you attempt to dress yourself again, feeling weak and so empty without him already. Handing them to you, he slips one into his jean pocket with a cheeky comment. Walking you to the door, he kisses you deeply, his grey-flecked beard scratching your cheeks. After your goodbyes you can’t help but miss him. Hell, you’d only known the older man two days; still, you wanted his company more and more as the hours went by, so you reached for what he had given you to remember you by, “until next time”.

You stand in the sleep-out kitchen, admiring the Polaroid’s he had taken of you. You filter through them, blushing more at the sight of each one, dirtier than the last, too caught up to hear the door open. “Hey”, the familiar voice makes you jump. Your boyfriend, out of breath comes stalking through the door. You scramble to hide the photos, collecting them in a bundle, attempting to put them in your jean pocket. You force a smile at him as his eyes travel down to the photos in your hand. “From the party right, lemme take a look at those,” he says enthusiastically, closing the gap between the two of you as he reaches for them. “No”, you try to brush it off, “the lighting isn’t right, they didn’t turn out great, ya know, night shooting is a bitch”, you try to pull the photos further from his grasp, but he has a firm hold on them, yanking them slightly. You gasp as they flutter gracefully to the ground, face up, dropping to your knees to quickly pick them up but he’s already seen. “What the fuck”, he whispers, grabbing one and gazing it, a deep-rooted frown carved into his brow. It was you, mouth frozen in a pleasureful ‘ah’ as a peak of Joel entering you was seen at the bottom of the frame. “You wanna tell me what the fuck this is”, his voice was wavering on a yell.

You decided not to try to explain, “you wanna tell me about the girls you’ve been fucking these past few months, huh?”, you retort. “Everyone knows, everyone has told me to break up with you because of it, shit, you don’t even try to keep it a secret”. You voice is laced with venom, it was high time this discussion was happening, you just wished you had the courage to bring it up on your own, and not in this unwanted circumstance.

“Dont change the subject, who is he?”, he demands, his tone reaching shouting point. “Take a wild fucking guess. Do you need a hint? He stayed with me while you ditched my ass at your neighborhood party. While you humiliated me by just fucking leaving me there with strangers like the asshole you are.” You can feel rage-filled hot tears collecting at your lash line reminiscing about the event. “I know you’re going to try to break it off and think its your own doing but trust me, this”, you direct your finger between yourself and him, “this, has been over for a long time”. You push past him with force, grabbing your bag which you hadn’t even bothered to unpack, thank fuck, what a nice coincidence. You stomp toward the door.

“Fine”, he responds, “but as if he’s going to want you. He’s a middle-aged man with a kid, you were just a fuck”. It spirals you. You turn on your heels to look at him, he is frowning on the verge of tears (how many times had you been there before in his presence) and there’s a contortion of anger in his face, “At least he actually made me come”, you retorted hotly, walking out the door before you remember an extra detail. You pop your head back through the door to utter, “three times, actually”. And then you’re off. You ask his mother to drive you to the train station, explaining the split, briefly, and that you didn’t feel comfortable to stay. She insisted you did, kind lady, but didn’t pry into the details.

Once you had boarded and the train sped away from the dreaded events of the town, you felt relief course through you, no longer chained to that asshole. Sure, you know you should’ve done it sooner, and yeah, it wasn’t an ideal option what had happened, but this meant you could have some time to yourself this summer.

As you were back at square one, you daydreamed of the handful of friends who usually spent their summers on campus to call once you got back. Your phone screen lighting up with a ding, caught you off guard, the name causing your heart to skip a beat.

“It’s Joel. I heard the rundown from his mother, got your number in the process. Are you alright, doll?” he writes. You read it in his voice, subconsciously smiling at how his pet names aren't limited to face to face conversations.

You look at the bright screen in disbelief. He asked your exes mother for your number, meaning he wanted to stay in contact. Perhaps? One could only hope. You didn’t let your excitement get the better of you, however.

“Guess word travels fast. I’m fine, it should’ve happened sooner, honestly. I’m so sorry I got you involved”. You put your phone down, not expecting a reply after your apology. But the immediate ding had not only butterflies, but a whole zoo trampling around your stomach.

“If you’re going to be at your dorm over the summer, let me come visit sometime darling? Tommy offered to work more after your ex quit, so my plate is free”. He adds, much to your delight, “plus I think Sarah would love to see the campus.”

You smiled at the thought of showing the young girl around your college, she would be in awe of the library, you thought, remembering a glimpse of a large collection of books strewn across the table and shelf in the living room. You started to type a reply to Joel before another message comes through.

“and, for the record, those photos were hot, sweetheart”, he adds, a blush coloring your face, your gaze immediately drifting to the pocket of your bag where they lay, safe, sound, and where no one would be able to see, thank god.  

“I suppose I could work something out, for you” you reply, a smiling creeping across your features before double texting, “you know, I have extra film in my dorm... for emergency”. Discarding your phone on the table in front of you, you watch the countryside melt into a blur, feeling the most relaxed and content you had in a while.

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[drabblesandimagines]

Snippets

So, I have a fair few half-finished Clive Rosfield x female reader fics that I thought I'd share some snippets of. The brainrot is back after playing the DLC, so let's put a vote up to see if there's a certain one people are keen to see finished... (and give me the motivation/fear to finish it/them all?)

---- Winter Mead Your head is pounding as you come round, blinking in the harsh sunlight through the small window. You’re fully dressed and seem to be at the wrong end of your bed – your boots resting on your pillow.

What had you done last night? You blink up at the ceiling a few times, slowly becoming more conscious and aware of how dry your mouth is. Water. You need water.

Cautiously, you slide to sit up, putting one foot down on the ground to hear a soft yelp and you jump back, staring at disbelief as you realise Gav is on your floor.

“I’m up,” he grumbles into the boards. “You don’t have to step on me, like.”

“What are you doing in here?”

“I imagine I passed out after that,” he gestures to the quarter-drank Winter Mead on the side. It was potent, all right.

“Oh, Founder…” You rubbed your temples. There’s a pitcher of water on your desk and a goblet, thankfully. You get up from bed again, careful not to step on Gav, and take the two short steps over, pouring yourself a drink. As the lukewarm water quenches your thirst, you realise the paper all over your desk has half written letters all over them.

Clive,

Please can you kiss me? I promise I don’t bite.

Love, your admirer.

PS: Well, I don’t unless you want me to.

Gav gets to his feet besides you, “Can I have some of that?” When you don't reply, goblet still held up at your lips, his eyes follow your gaze to the discarded letters on the desk. “Fuck me.” “We didn’t. I didn’t.”

----- Lemon Tarts

“Come on now, I know I have a scarred mug but I’m a nice fella under all that.” Gav – after all, he’s introduced himself several times now – says, softly. He’s crouched down in front of the crevice you’ve squeezed yourself in, huddling your knees. He’s broader than you and his shoulders won’t permit him entry, despite his best efforts.

Your master was harsh in his demands. Sometimes it felt that breathing the wrong way was worthy of a lash from his whip, so however many years ago you’d decided it was better off not talking back and then, eventually, not worth talking at all. It wasn’t like he cared for your opinion either way. Couldn’t get whipped for saying the wrong thing at least.

Then these people had shown up, announcing they were Cursebreakers – whatever they were - that they were here to take you and your fellow three Bearers somewhere safe, bundling you up in a cart and then onto a boat and up a dock, being told you’re going to  escorted to their infirmary to be checked over and it was too much.

You’d ran, ducking from outstretched arms trying to halt you. Being in the middle of a lake, you couldn’t really go anywhere and now as you’d ran, you knew you were going to make whatever punishment awaiting you far worse – at least with your master you knew what to expect, what to brace for…

You’d sequestered yourself in a narrow gap, out of reach.  Numerous people were trying to coerce you out but you ignore them, cuddling your knees in fright.

“You can’t stay in there forever. That’s not a threat, like! I mean, it’s not practical, and not when we’ve a warm bed waiting for you, eh?”

Warm bed…? It’s a trick. Don’t be an idiot.

“Gav, what’s going on?” A gravelly voice draws his attention elsewhere and he ducks back from the opening to talk to someone behind.

You’re trapped, you know you are, and they’ll drag you out of here one way or another eventually but you’re too terrified to move.

“Hello.” The same gravelly voice from before sounds cautious now. You look between your knees to see another broad-shouldered man with shaggy dark hair framing stormy blue eyes, clad in red and black armour, crouched down on a knee to peer into your hiding spot. “My name’s Clive. What’s yours?”

“She doesn’t talk much.” Gav’s voice comes from over his shoulder and Clive turns to face him. “Or ever. That’s what the other Bearers said anyway. They’re all pretty new to the bastard’s service, though. Not sure how long she’s been there – they didn’t know her name either.”

“That’s all right,” Clive turns back, smiling as he catches sight of you peeking at him between your knees. “You don’t have to talk if you don’t want to. We just want to help – I promise.”

He waits, patiently, for a response that you won’t give.

“Please?” He presses on, tenderly. “We have a healer who can treat whatever ails you, and I’ve heard there’s a delicious stew on the menu tonight. Plus Molly, our cook, made some exquisite lemon tarts for afterwards. You can have mine too, if you like.”

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Trust

“Bearer ran off – she looked terrified. We tried to stop her but I think we frightened her more than anything,” Cole sighed, cursing himself internally. “Her hands were bound too - I’m worried about her being out there alone. If Imperials or a fiend were to find her…”

“Which way did she go?”

“Into the thicket. I was going to go and look for her after we’d got the Bearers to the skiff.”

“You go." Clive folds his arms, forming a plan. "I’ll go look for her. Torgal will help me – won’t you, boy? He has a fine nose.”

Torgal barks, wagging his tail.

--

Your heart is still pounding from the climb where there is bark from below. Between your dangling legs, you see a giant wolf looking up at you.

“Good boy, Torgal.” The dark-haired man rubs the wolf’s head affectionately – is he going to allow him to maul you as a reward? You try and scramble further up the tree but it’s no use, the way your hands are bound prevents you from getting a grip and progressing further.  

“Please, be careful. I do not wish for you to fall, my lady.” The stranger pleads, holding his hands up in surrender.

The concerned tone in his voice would’ve been a clever trick if it wasn’t for the hulking blade strapped to his back, the leathers he’s dressed in, the wolf sat at his heels, panting with hunger.

“Allow me to introduce myself - my name is Clive.” You wish you could scoot back more, hide yourself from his view, but there’s only so much room. “My lady, I know you are frightened, but I swear I’m not here to hurt you. Quite the opposite, in fact - I want to help you. We want to help you. The Bearers you were with, they are safe with my allies back at what we call the Hideaway.”

Hideaway? A cosy name for a prison.

“You’ll be looked after there, your ills seen to. A warm bed, a hot meal every night...”

There’s no such place in this world that would treat a Branded like that. Does he think you’re stupid?

“I would rid myself of this blade if it were to reassure you, but we are in dangerous territory – fiends and Imperial soldiers – so I require it to defend myself, and you, my lady."

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[neo404]

ftm!readers first time with nick topping?? pretty pls for the trans besties :(

My Pretty Boy.

Summary: you and your boyfriend Nick have been talking about being more intimate, since you have been dating for a while, tonight he’s staying at your place, so you guys planned a romantic night and let things flow.

Tw: cursing, general nsfw.

Note: reader IS FTM, so afab body parts will be described in certain parts of the fic.

I look at myself in the mirror, it’s like the third time I change shirts, I want to look nice, but I don’t want to overdress. I let out a frustrated sigh and picked one of the t-shirts Nick has bought me, he says this color looks nice on me, so I guess that’ll work.

I rush to the living room, turning the volume of the tv up a bit, our shared playlist surrounding the living room and kitchen. I cheek my phone, and it starts ringing, it’s Nick, I answer.

‘’HI! I’m on the elevator.’’ A ding sounds. ‘’Never mind, I’m on your floor, open the door.’’

‘’Okay.’’ I walk to the door and open it up. Nick is walking down the hall with his backpack on his shoulder, a bag with snacks in one hand and the other one holding his phone up to his hear.

‘’Thanks love.’’ He whispers into the phone and closes the call. When he’s in front of my I wrap my hands around his neck and kiss his cheek.

‘’Hi.’’ I smile against his cheek. ‘’Let me help you with that.’’ I grab the bag and walk inside my apartment, putting it in the kitchen counter. Nick closes the door, putting his backpack on the couch.

‘’God, I love that song.’’ He says stretching his arms out. ‘’So, we watching a movie or what, wanna skip straight to the fun?’’ he wraps his arms around me I blush and scoff.

‘’You can’t wait a minute; you just entered my house and want to undress me.’’

‘’What can I say? You just look really cute tonight.’’ he hides his face into my neck.

‘’Thanks. You do too.’’

‘’I know, I choose this outfit for a reason.’’ He kisses my neck and backs off.

I roll my eyes and turn around, leaning in on the counter, arms crossed. ‘’Let’s just take things slowly.’’ I mumble.

‘’Of course, don’t worry about it. We’ll take all the time you need.’’ he puts his arms on the counter, caging me. I jump and sit on top of the counter, putting both of my hands on his shoulders.

‘’Great.’’ I say, he gets closer to me, standing on the gap of my legs, his hands travel from the counter, to my thighs to my waist.

‘’You really look cute tonight, my pretty boy.’’ He whispers and kisses me softly. I wrap my arms around his neck, softly playing with his hair. ‘’Can I carry you to the bed?’’ he whispers between kisses and I now. Wrapping my legs around him, Nick lifts me of the counter with no problem, I give him softs kisses all over his jaw and neck on the way to my room. When we arrive he drops me into the bed gently, climbing on top of me while taking of his jacket and tossing it on the floor. I grab his face and pull him into me and kiss him against, this time a bit less soft, more tongue and messier. Nicks hips start to rub against mine and I let out a breathless moan.

‘’Wait.’’

‘’Want me to stop?’’ he stops moving, looking at me in the eyes.

‘’No, feels good, just… do it slower, please.’’ he nods and kisses my cheek, then connect out lips moving them slowly against mine, his hips move again, this time slower, making my back arch a bit. After a while my body needs more, I start moving my hips too, searching for more contact. My hands travel to his hands, guiding them under my shirt.

‘’Want me to take it off?’’ he asks me, his hair was messy, his lips red and swollen, his breath unsteady, I nod.

‘’Yes.’’

‘’Arms up.’’ I put my arms over my head and he raises my shirt a bit, massaging the sides of my waist and then taking it completely off. He leans in kissing my shoulder and neck. ‘’So handsome.’’ He whispers against my skin. He starts biting down on my neck, making me gasp and moan. His hands are now on my hips, playing with the hem of my pants. ‘’Can I?’’ he says between bites and kisses. I tell him to do it, he slowly takes my pants of, tossing it on the floor, leaving me in only my boxers.

Nick stops for a few seconds, looking me up and down, breathless. ‘’Fuck, you are so hot.’’ He groans. He kisses me, roughly, messy, his hands feeling every inch of my body, until his right hand stops on top of my clothed clit, he starts drawing circles on it and I moan against his mouth.

‘’Nick.’’ I moan.

‘’What, baby? You like it?’’ I nod eagerly, whinnying at the feeling of his fingers. ‘’Yeah? Feels good?’’ he smirks looking down at me.

‘’Yesyes. Love it.’’

‘’I’m glad baby.’’ he kisses me again, this time his hand leaves my sensitive areas and go to the hem of my boxers pulling them down a bit. This time I’m the one that breaks the kiss.

‘’Please, take them off.’’

‘’As you wish.’’ He kisses my cheek, sliding my boxers out. He takes his belt and jeans off, I can see the bulge on his boxers, and I feel it rub against my inner thigh. Unconsciously I start rubbing my hips against it. ‘’Fuck, wait. Baby.’’ Nick moans, being caught of guard, he grabs my hips, making them stay in place, he presses himself down on me, so I can feel him, he starts moving his hips, making me moan and scratch down his clothed chest.

‘’Feels good?’’ he says in a low voice. I nod and moan. He kisses my jaw and whispers against my ear. ‘’Want me inside?’’

‘’Yes, please. Need you.’’

He backs off a bit, looking down at me biting his lip. Then asks me to open my mouth, putting two of his fingers inside for a while, I suck on them while they are inside and when he takes them out, he quickly puts one inside me, pumping in and out slowly. I bit down on my lip and whine when he puts the other finger inside, pumping faster this time. My back arches and I cover my mouth with one hand because I were moaning uncontrollably. ‘’Don’t do that or I’ll stop, I wanna hear you.’’ I uncover my mouth and cover my eyes, to shy to look at him or at what’s happening.

I feel his hands pull out of me, I move the hand out of my eyes, I look at him, he’s no longer wearing his boxers, the hand that use to be inside of me now is around his dick, coating it with my wetness. He kisses my forehead, lining himself with my entrance, I feel the tip rub against my clit a few times making me whine. ‘’Take deep breathes for me baby.’’ I do it, and I feel how he slides in slowly. ‘’Fuck, that’s it. Good job.’’

After a few seconds he starts moving slowly, until he finds a steady pace, every ingle sense of my body is flooded with him, his lips against mine, moaning into each others mouths, his hands all over me, my ears listening to his grunts and whines.

When his hips start moving faster and deeper, his hand travels back to my clit, drawing messy shapes over it, making my back arch, my whines get higher and my moans more uncontrollable.

‘’Nick. Please, close.’’ He kisses me, lovingly. My legs start trembling and I can’t stop moaning, I let out one last loud moan against his lips and my back touches the bed again. He pulls out and I feel a warm liquid hit my stomach.

‘’Good job baby.’’ he kisses my cheek, the both of us are sweaty, trying to catch out breaths. ‘’I love you, thank you for letting me do this with you.’’

‘’Love you more.’’ I mumble.

‘’My pretty boy.’’ Another kiss on my cheek. ‘’I’m gonna get something to clean you up and then I’ll bring the snacks, don’t move, I’ll be back.’’

#nick sturniolo x reader #nick sturniolo x you #nick sturniolo x male reader #sturniolo triplets x reader #nick sturniolo smut

[wolfmoonmusic]

Sneaking a Chance

Planet!drummer reader

Part 1 - Summary: An old friend calls you again. You're not sure what to make of it

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A/N- Part one 'cuz I couldn't help myself. I do not own any of the characters except reader and her parents. These are fake scenarios and certain things will be tweaked a little to fit the story line.

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Waking up in the middle of the night was common for you.

However, waking up in the middle of the night because your ex - best friend - who was also your next door neighbor and soon to be celebrity - was calling you after almost a year of barely even texting, was not common.

You sat up straight in bed, answering the phone immediately so as to not wake up your parents. 

“Zayn?”

“Were you asleep?” he asked, the smirk evident in his voice.

“It’s 1 am Zayn! What do you think, genius?” you hissed, confused and angry that he was calling you now.

“You answered though!” 

“Fine then,” you replied, getting angrier by the second, about to disconnect when you heard him apologize repeatedly.

You sighed, putting the phone back to your ear, “What do you want Zayn?”

“Look, our drummer is terribly sick.”

“So?” you asked, furrowing your eyebrows. Why did that matter?

“And you can play the drums really well.”

You froze.

He was not-

“We have a week left for our first show. You think you could come over to go through it with us once?”

“Zayn, you’ve officially lost your mind!”

“If anyone can do it, it’s you! Look, just try out and if it doesn’t work you go straight back and none of this ever happened. We’ve worked really hard and we don’t want to postpone this. It’s just until our drummer’s back. I promise.”

You sighed again weighing your options. What was the worst that could happen? You could try out right? It wasn’t like you’d be accepted. And even if you were, you’d come back soon. There was only one problem.

“But my parents-”

“You have 10 minutes to get ready, we’re outside your house in a van right now. Sneak out the window like you used to. We’ll drop you back before 7.”

You cursed under your breath, a smirk making its way to your face.

Zayn had always been the one to help you escape your house when you needed to, and plans like these made it feel like old times.

“Alright. I’m in.”

You hung up, quickly jumping out of bed to change into jeans and a top. 

As you got ready you couldn’t help the giddy feeling of seeing Zayn again that rose in your chest. You’d barely spoken to him or texted him since he’d joined the band. You knew that he was going places in life that you could never follow, but it still hurt because you two had been inseparable before.

You tied your hair up in a pony, when a sudden thought hit you.

You weren’t just gonna meet Zayn.

You were gonna meet Liam, Louis, Niall and Harry too.

You froze, staring at yourself in the mirror. 

“Holy shit,” you muttered, grabbing a few essentials and putting on your drumming gloves.

You opened the blinds to find Zayn standing a bit away from your window, grinning when your face appeared behind it.

You smirked, heart leaping with joy as you slid the window open, crawling out and shutting it again.

Zayn closed the gap between you both, engulfing you in a big hug, your hands around his neck as you laughed.

“I missed you,” he said, pulling away.

“Awww the Bradford bad boy has feelings!” you gasped, causing him to punch your arm playfully.

“Oh shut up!” he laughed.

You wanted to ask why he stopped replying to your texts. If he’d really missed you, why did he ignore them all?

But you shoved the thought away trying to focus on the fact that he hadn’t forgotten you atleast. 

He grabbed your arm as you both ran to the van, him shoving you inside causing you to collide with someone as jumped in after you.

“Shit sorry!” you hissed, as someone turned on a flashlight, revealing a curly haired boy next to you.

Harry.

“ ‘s fine love. We should be the ones apologizing for waking you up like this,” he grinned, adjusting himself so that you could sit properly.

You shook your head laughing, hoping the darkness would hide your pink cheeks, no one had ever called you that before, “Trust me, when you’ve been best friends with Malik for 6 years, you get used to things like this.”

The three boys in front of you grinned. “Getting up in the middle of the night to go play some songs for a band that’s just about to go on their first tour is common for you?” the boy you knew as Louis chided. “Damn mate, how many bands have you been in?” he asked, turning to Zayn with a big smirk on his face. 

You found yourself laughing with the other boys as Zayn wrapped his hand around your shoulders. You found yourself leaning in to him, the familiarness of being so close to him making the terrible last few months seem a little better.

Though you couldn’t help but wonder what would happen if you got selected. Or what if you didn’t? Would you lose Zayn again? 

“Awww look at you both!” Louis laughed again, causing you to bury your face in his shoulder, trying to hide the shy grin on your face.

“Shut up Louis!” Zayn laughed.

You only snuggled closer hoping you would drown everything else out and it would be just you and him, driving out to an all night cafe. Just the two of you.

But when the boys continued laughing and joking you were brought back to reality. 

It was never gonna be just the two of you again. Because he was a singer now. And you were just someone from his past. That was never gonna change.

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Tags: @jadonswhore @dollbabydeliicacies @st-ev-ie 

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[candidapple]

Ahhhh! You opened a tumblr. Found you through your writing on Ao3, (tweels fic) your an amazing writer!! May I request more tweel poly I’m a sucker for Jade and Floyd. Maybe them pursing an s/o that really likes and knows a lot about moray eels? Also, do you do commissions??

a/n: hello and thank you, new friend! i'm still figuring out how i'd like to do commissions, but i'll let you know if/when i open them up. in the meantime, have a fic. divider by @/firefly-graphics.

jade & floyd leech x gn!reader. sfw.

You’re almost certain you’re being followed.

You halt in your tracks and whip around to look behind you, the musty old book you meant to return clutched to your chest like a shield. The nape of your neck is still prickling from the persistent sense of being watched, but the aisle you’re in is empty, devoid of so much as a featureless shadow vanishing around the corner to validate your concerns. Even so, you know — or think you know — that you weren’t just imagining it.

The thing is, this isn’t the first time you’ve felt this way. You can’t pinpoint the exact moment it began, but sometime over the last few days, in between classes and Grim wrangling, you gradually became convinced that you were being… observed. Assessed, even, like a bug under a microscope. That feeling is especially strong whenever you’re alone, which is why you almost didn’t make your usual Saturday morning trek to the library. In the end, your stubborn commitment to finding a way home despite the growing odds against you won out.

But now, with the towering bookcases looming to either side of you and casting deep shadows where there should be light as you strain your eyes and ears for some indication that it isn’t all in your head, you are beginning to regret that decision.

Of course, you can only stand around looking at nothing for so long. When no one materializes from the shadows to leap on you like a horror movie monster, you slump and sigh in equal parts disappointment and relief and turn back in the direction you were headed. The book in your arms looked promising, but it ultimately failed to yield so much as a cryptic hint for how to go about inter-dimensional travel, so back on the shelf it goes. You find the gap in the shelf where it belongs and reach up to slot it into place, giving it a nudge when it initially refuses to slide all the way in. You sigh again. So much for that, huh?

With that taken care of you, you turn to leave — but you don’t make it very far. Two long shadows rise up in front of you, and you don’t even get a chance to react before your wrists are being seized and pinned to the shelves on either side of your head. You flinch away from your attackers — oh shit, oh shit, what the hell is going on — and realize too late that the back of your skull is on a collision course with the shelf. You are spared a concussion, however, when another hand slips neatly behind your head to cushion the blow. A gloved thumb slides down the nape of your neck, and the goosebumps from earlier return with a shivering vengeance. You look up.

Well. At least now you have a pretty good idea as to who’s been following you all this time.  

“Jade!” you blurt. Your eyes slide from Jade’s smiling face to his brother’s toothy grin. “Floyd. What are you guys doing?”

“Just saying hi,” Floyd says, like they just happened to spot you in the hall and haven’t pinned you to a bookcase of all things. “C’mon, Shrimpy, don’t tell me you’re not happy to see us.”

You squirm a little, testing their grip, but their fingers only tighten in response. Great. “I’d probably be happier if you two hadn’t jumped out of nowhere and grabbed me.” You frown at them, as if they’ve ever been the sort to be moved by righteous disapproval. “I wasn’t imagining it, was I? You’ve been following me.”

“Have we unnerved you, Prefect?” Jade asks. “If so, we do apologize. The last thing we want is to make you uncomfortable.”

Somehow — you test their hold on you once again to no avail — you very much doubt that. Jade’s left hand is wrapped around your wrist, and his right is cradling your jaw to cup your skull, palm cushioning your cheek. The tip of his thumb skirts the thin, vulnerable skin beneath your eye, and you can’t help but flinch.

“Yeah,” you huff, trying your damnedest to hang on to your bravado. “I’m sure. What’s the big idea, you two? What’ve you been following me around for?”

“Ah,” Jade says, “that.” Like it’s only just occurred to him to explain. God, why is everyone at this school such a weirdo? “Once again, we apologize for frightening you, but it’s in our nature to sit back and observe that which we find… interesting. To lie in wait, one might say.”

“It’s the moray way,” Floyd adds, giggling at the awkward rhyme.

You’re still stuck on something Jade said. Blinking slowly, you say, “You guys think… I’m… interesting?”

“You are a bit of an oddity, Prefect.” You grimace. “Apologies. I meant no offense. But you are rather unique, aren’t you? Certainly amongst our peers. It was inevitable that you’d catch our interest.”

“Yeah.” Floyd leans in closer, pressing your wrist back against the bookcase and forcing you to crane your neck to meet his heterochromatic eyes. “We wanna get to know you better.”

“What,” you say, “you guys want to be friends?”

Jade’s eyes glimmer, like he’s laughing at a joke you don’t understand. “Mmm, yes. I suppose you could say that.”

“I wouldn’t say it,” Floyd grumbles. Is he — is he pouting? Is he a college student or a preschooler?

You must give Floyd an odd look, because something you can’t quite interpret flickers across his face, and then his mood swings back the other way and his pout stretches into a grin. And keeps stretching, growing far wider than you think should be possible, until all of his serrated teeth are on display and his mouth is practically hanging open. You don’t mean to, but you gulp.

Floyd leans toward you, and you lean back — not very far, considering your current position. You can see the damp inner rims of his lips, the saliva gleaming on his teeth and tongue, even down his throat. For a moment, your unevolved hindbrain is convinced you’re about to be eaten alive.

But — hold on. Your undoubtedly panicked expression morphs into a thoughtful frown, and you actually lean closer to Floyd, squinting at him. Or rather, down his throat.

“Hey,” you say slowly, “is that — do you have a second set of jaws?”

Floyd’s mouth snaps shut with an audible click of teeth, and he rocks back on his heels to frown at you. Even Jade, unflappable as he is, looks mildly confused.

“What?” says Floyd.

Now you feel like the weirdo, but you wish he’d open his mouth again. “You guys are morays, right? You have pharyngeal jaws, don’t you? I saw.”

Jade and Floyd exchange a look. Floyd frowns again, and Jade arches an eyebrow. They turn back to you, and Floyd says, “You know about that?”

You nod eagerly — then stop. People aren’t always receptive to your enthusiasm for the topic, let alone your infodumping, and Floyd and Jade probably aren’t interested in hearing facts about themselves that they already know. “Um, yeah. Back home, I was really into marine biology. Especially eels. Especially, um…” You flush. “Moray eels.”

Floyd’s hand flexes around your wrist. You don’t know if that’s a good sign or a bad one. “You like moray eels?” He tilts his head, earring swaying gently. “You’re not scared of us?”

“I mean, it is pretty scary when someone grabs you and pins you to a bookshelf,” you say dryly. “So maybe don’t do that again? But I’m not scared of you because you’re mermen. I think that’s amazing. We don’t have people like that in my world.”

You bite your lip and fidget, expecting them to make fun of you now. But they don’t, which is especially unexpected coming from Jade. The twins exchange another look, and then Floyd leans down and opens his mouth wide, tongue hanging out. He even goes “aaah” like someone getting their tongue depressed at the doctor’s.

Part of you is afraid that this might be some kind of trap, like if you get too close Floyd’s gonna bite your nose off or something. But, well — you never had a chance to observe morays up close back home, and you can’t resist this opportunity now that it’s presented itself so agreeably. So you lean up and peer down Floyd’s throat, and there they are: a second set of sharp, deadly, gorgeous teeth.

You fall back on your heels, unable to stop grinning. “Oh, wow. I’ve never seen a pharyngeal jaw in person before, that’s — that’s just so cool.”

Floyd shuts his mouth and smiles at you, his eyes sparkling like your excitement is infectious. “You really think so?”

“Uh-huh.” You smile back at him, then hesitate. “I, um. Are you sure you don’t mind me asking these kinds of questions? I don’t wanna make you feel like animals at the zoo.” Or eels at the aquarium, as the case may be.

“No,” says Jade. “No, we don’t mind.” He smiles kindly at you, thumb caressing your cheek, and warmth flares from deep within your belly. Uh-oh.

“After all,” Jade goes on, “we can certainly empathize with the strength of your curiosity.”

Oh. Right. You suppose they can. “Speaking of.” You wiggle your fingers pointedly. “Would you mind letting me go now?”

Floyd gives you a suspicious look. “You’re not gonna run away if we do, are you?”

You actually laugh. “No, I’m not. I’ll even tell you more about me, since you’re so curious — so long as you tell me more about you. Fair?”

Because when it comes to Octavinelle students, you can’t get something for nothing. Jade seems to approve of your tactics, if his knowing smile is any indication. “It’s a deal,” he says, and lets you go. Floyd does too, after a moment. He sticks his hands in his pockets and tips his head at you.

“Well? What d’you wanna know, Shrimpy?”

“How many vertebrae do you have in your true forms?” you ask immediately. “Wait, no — do you engage in cooperative hunting? Wait, wait —”

Jade’s soft laughter seems to walk down your spine like tickling fingers, and you fight back a shiver. “Now, now. We’ve already assuaged some of that burning curiosity of yours, dear Prefect. It’s only fair that we get to ask the next question, don’t you think?”

Floyd takes your hand, and Jade presses his to the small of your back, urging you down the aisle toward the library’s rows of reading tables and carrel desks.

“Now, tell us.” Jade’s fingers curl in your school blazer, gently proprietary. “Are you free this evening?”

#floyd leech x reader #jade leech x reader #twst x reader #!apples of my eye #i interpreted 'pursue' a bit literally here lmao #!candid fic

[bonesandthebees]

Ok, so, I've never watched any of the qsmp streams, but I read your rambling about it and read your one shots abt it, and uh do you have any advice on how to get into watching the streams? Like where do I start? How to catch up on missed lore? Stuff like that

well there are a lot of different POVs you can choose to catch up on and which one(s) you choose will definitely affect your understanding of what's going on. if you want to just catch up on the primary major story beats overall (federation lore, main egg lore) this channel on youtube has made 3 videos so far summarizing the lore as it goes on. I haven't watched these videos myself so I can't say how accurate they are or if they leave anything important out, but I've heard positive things!

now if you wanna catch up on more individual lore/character dynamics and all that then you're facing a bit more of a challenge. I believe quackity has most of his qsmp vods uploaded on his vod channel so you can definitely check those out for his story stuff. if you wanna understand my fics better wilbur has the smallest number of qsmp vods out of the cc's at least somewhat tied into the storyline so it shouldn't be too hard to catch up on his stuff. his vod from day 1 of the qsmp has one of the funniest moments from any wilbur stream ever (yes I am referring to that moment he was talking to max) but I don't think you need to watch a ton from any of the day 1 POV's after the first hour or so.

while phil is the pov I watch the most for qsmp, he's definitely less involved in the plot. but unlike what I keep seeing some people on twt and tumblr say, he DOES participate in the rp and does care about the lore. he just doesn't go out of his way to get super involved in it and likes making 4th wall breaking jokes. but yeah if you're looking for more lore based stuff, phil might not be a great pov to watch as your primary.

now bad is the english speaking cc most involved in the heavy federation lore stuff, so his vods are definitely good to check out if you're looking for an english speaking cc to watch. jaiden's also definitely tied into it and has her own very interesting plotline going on atm involving the federation, but she doesn't stream as often so there are a few more gaps with her compared to bad who's been daily streaming for months now.

now for the cc's who don't primarily speak english, it's definitely a bit more of a challenge to watch those POVs if you don't speak the cc's language, but when many cc's are in a group they'll usually switch to english since that's the most common language on the server. also there's the translator that most of them have up on their screen, but it's not super accurate and a lot of the time cc's forget to switch it between languages so I don't rely on it much. for lore stuff, cellbit is a great choice because he's been heavily involved in investigating the federation and solving puzzles and all that since he first got on the server. from the french side, baghera jumped into lore stuff pretty quickly too so I highly recommend her pov as well

again I don't know how detailed/what the summary videos do and don't include but if you see clips from certain streams on that summary video that look interesting, I definitely recommend going to the vod itself and watching at least a bit of it. the group dynamic between all the players on the island is so delightful to watch. so many great friendships have formed bc of this server and it's so much fun to watch them grow in real time.

more than anything though when you're trying to catch up, go through the tumblr tag! follow people who liveblog a lot! follow the updates accounts on twitter! I actually don't catch many streams, but I'm usually pretty up to date on the big plot stuff happening on the server at all times just from what I see on my dash. read posts and check out the tags to absorb info via dash osmosis. that's how I caught up on dsmp when I first got into it back in january 2021 lol

hope this helps :)

#ask #anon #qsmp

[heliads]

I was scrolling through Tobias Eaton x Reader and i saw you!

Could I request a fic where four and reader are both trainers. Yn also has a number nickname, two. Her fears are her abusive father and losing Tobias

Just them being a couple, the hardass around the compound and then I feel like Tobias would melt the second the door is closed ❤️

Please but if not, no problem tag me!

no problems at all! also i love it when i am seen

masterlist

It is a very peculiar thing to be in power. In most places, it serves as a slight modifier, something to tip the scales a fraction in your favor during moments of most importance. Small power in small doses can be measured out and used when necessary. Nothing more and nothing less would suit the other factions. 

In Dauntless, however? This place of shadows and blood? To have any small scrap of an advantage is to have the world. Your chosen faction is one that welcomes honor and dishonor both so long as they can send you up in the ranks. If some insignificant bit of power can change the course of your destiny, imagine the results of legitimate might.

Power is bravery here. Everyone in Dauntless knows it, from the first day initiates to the faction leaders. Some people wonder how the higher ups in your faction are able to be so brave, to take the risks that no one else will. I’ll tell you a secret, then, if no one else will:  they don’t have to worry about failing when they know they can’t. 

You get that first rush of power from your first act of bravery and it’s all easy from there on out. The free fall picks you up in its mighty arms and carries you forever. They’re coasting on the bravery of others, up there in the upper echelons of Dauntless capability. They may not be risking their lives on the daily like the regular people of the faction, but they get the credit for it nonetheless.

Only a few people know of this sort of duplicity, however, and among their rank are you and your boyfriend. That’s why you and Four decided not to pursue the status of becoming a faction leader, actually, despite the shock of the rest of the Dauntless populace. It just wasn’t worth it to you. The adrenaline of actually being brave far outweighs the power of knowing you can make anyone else bleed.

Still, in that choice you and Four reclaimed your power. Anyone knows it from seeing the two of you together, in knowing that both of you are fighters in a way that Max or anyone else at the top can never quite become again. You haven’t sold your souls yet, only your fists, and who here isn’t guilty of that?

It still makes you laugh to think of how people reacted when you and Four first got together. In the beginning, it was looked on as something unreal, a trick or a hoax that would end up with you dead and him lightly chastened. The second you started looking at him as something other than a monster, everyone knew that something bad was to come of it.

They were right, technically. The only difference is that it would be bad for them and not you. What you and Four have is extraordinary. In a way, of course your friends and fellow faction members would fear it. If they have nothing of the sort, why would they not do their best to tempt you from it? If you cannot have power of your own, you can gain some back by stripping others of it, and that is precisely what they tried to do with you and Four.

Of course, when you first met Four you had no idea what the two of you would accomplish together. Back then, you were just a first time initiate. You jumped off that roof in Dauntless and landed with someone staring at you, someone who would change your life forever without even knowing it.

Four was a year above you, trying out the title of initiation leader for the first time. Most everyone there was afraid of him despite the miniscule gap in age. You weren’t one of them, which drove your friends crazy. They were absolutely certain that you were going to get yourself reprimanded or killed because you couldn’t seem to act with the proper respect. Even worse, you seemed to like Four, which clearly marked you as insane.

They asked you time and time again what you could possibly see in him, what could ever make Four, follow-without-question Four, be human and not some sort of nightmare. You merely responded that he looked well in your eyes. Everyone with half a brain could see the way Four looked at you and realize that you were well in his eyes as well. It was almost inevitable that the two of you would get together. Whatever would happen to shake Dauntless’ foundation to the core was only a thing of the certain future, speculation be damned.

It made sense, though, the two of you. Not at first, of course. Back then, you were just an initiate and he was all of the mastery and terror that eight months’ earlier birth could give you in Dauntless. Things started changing as your training went by, however, and soon enough people realized that you were just as much something to fear as he was.

After all, Four made waves when he got his nickname. Four fears, it had never been done before. And when you came out of that final test with only two horrors displayed before you? Dauntless reacted like it was the end of days. It seemed impossible that two initiates, back to back nonetheless, could see all the world had to offer and shrink from so little of it. That wasn’t just bravery, that was something else. Something like power.

The end of initiation opened a lot of doors for you, both for your career and your private life. Although both you and Four had known there was something there, he had waited until you graduated initiation to start something. You were soaring through the rankings at a high enough clip that people would be looking to discredit you over everything. He didn’t want the rumors of a connection to the training leader to stop you before you could start.

Soon enough, however, your training did end, and Four found you that night. A few half-drunk conversations later, both of your slates were clean and you decided it was time for the start of something new, something good. 

Four understands you like no other. Perhaps that explains your two fears. Although they’ve been changing ever since the first time you entered your fear landscape, they’ve long since solidified into two distinct omens of malice that haunt your memory every time you slip into a fear simulation.

The first is one from your past, an abusive father. There’s not much you can do about years with that man, the cruelties you had to endure. It explains why you hold no fear for higher-ups in Dauntless, though– you’ve already spent your time with monsters to know that no one here can truly scare you like your father did.

The second is for your present and future, losing Four. It first appeared after the two of you had an argument during initiation, you asking for his heart and him refusing it. That was when he told you that he’d wait until training ended to protect you, but all that came off was that he never wanted to see you again. You went to sleep that night thinking that the first true love you ever had would hate you until the end of time, and when you woke up, your second fear was set in stone.

It would not come to pass, of course, that Four would leave you of his own volition, but yet the fear stays. It changes slightly from trial to trial in the fear landscape. Sometimes he’s sick and dying, other times shot in the heart from an enemy attack, and sometimes just gone, vanished into nothingness with no one able to explain or care about where he went. Each vision haunts you, but none of them can keep you down for long.

After all, why should they? You graduated initiation with flying colors. You have the man you love right by your side. And, when you decided to follow Four’s suit and become a trainer, everyone in Dauntless, both age-old inhabitants and newcomers alike, knew that your collective hold over the future of the faction was something no one could touch. With the two of you leading classes, becoming an initiate was even more terrifying a venture than before. 

In fact, some new trainees could be heard saying that they’d rather incur the wrath of Four instead of you. At least Four had some sort of moral ground, a line to cross that they could see and avoid. You, on the other hand? You were the sort of fear that no one dared touch. To recognize your fury was to accept one’s certain death.

It makes you laugh. You’ve lost count of how many times Four has teased you for it behind closed doors, about how he was supposed to be the scary one and he can’t possibly take it if you’re just as frightening as he is. He doesn’t mean a word of it, of course, and sometimes you think Four would actually be quite content to let you bear the full weight of his fearful reputation, but it does serve to put a smile on your face nonetheless.

That’s the best part of your relationship, you think. Not just the power that comes with your shared status and capability, but what happens when no one is looking. Four loves you, truly he does, and the nights and days you’re able to spend with just him and no one else go down in your memory as some of the best you’ve ever had.

It’s just easy, that’s all. Easy and perfect. When the door to your shared apartment closes between the two of you, your masks can drop and the two of you can be happy together, nothing more and nothing less. Four has a handsome laugh that no one else in this entire faction has ever heard, but you’ve listened to its sound more times than you can remember. You keep up this charade of a bloodthirsty fighter every time you’re out in your faction, but when it’s just you and Four, you can be at peace. No warrior could ever ask for something more.

At the end of the day, what you have with Four is good. Perhaps your friends were right to worry about you being so close to Four, but what they failed to consider is that you are just as dangerous as he is. Both of you understand the hardships of having to stay on the edge of a razor the entire day, and how important it is to trust each other once no eyes are on you anymore. You would not trade it for the world, not even for the power that everyone else here seems to crave above all else.

No, you’re happy with Four. Simply put, he is your power, the sort of energy that makes you feel like you could rattle the entire faction to its bones. You could burn this place to the ground and come out standing strong so long as he was there by your side. Maybe that’s why everyone was so terrified about the two of you being together, they knew exactly what you could accomplish if you set your collective minds to the task.

Is that such a bad thing, in the end? To hold the awe and respect of the rest of your fearless faction in the palm of your hand, to grip it like a weapon and use it to draw blood whenever you please? It does not trouble you in the slightest. No words can crease your brow when you have Four there to smooth out the wrinkles, to make you smile when you need it most. There is nothing in this world that could slow your step. Four makes sure of that, and in turn, you make sure it’s true for him as well. No ending has ever been better.

divergent tag list: @rogueanschel, @with-inked-solace, @gods-fools-heroes, @23victoria

requested by @manyfandomsfanvergent, i hope you enjoy!

#four #four imagines #four x reader #four oneshot #tobias eaton #tobias eaton imagines #tobias eaton x reader #tobias eaton oneshot #divergent #divergent imagines #divergent x reader #divergent oneshot #divergent four #divergent four imagines #divergent four x reader #divergent four oneshot #insurgent #allegiant

[bluedalahorse]

Unsolicited August backstory headcanons (plus a bonus tangent about Blue’s undergraduate initiation)

Ahahaha well, I left my work laptop at work by accident. I guess that’s my subconscious is telling me to take a break and post the August headcanons I’ve been drafting on the bus each morning so…

There are a few posts floating around my dash right now that ask questions about what August would have done in certain hypothetical situations. The discussion has all been worthwhile to watch, but I’ve refrained from jumping in as of yet, in part because work has been busy and in part because of personal headcanon reasons. The thing with personal headcanons is that they just kind of live in my head and influence the way I write fic. They’re not really the kind of thing I can prove or argue for, they’re just… vibes? But vibes are still worth talking about in one��s fandom spaces so I may as well ramble.

One thing I believe as someone who spends too much time writing from this garbage boy’s POV is that August did not show up to his first year of Hillerska as exactly the person we see onscreen in 1.1. He was a full two years younger, which is significant for a teenager, and he would have been more recently impacted by the loss of his father. Moreover he would have been entering as a first year and would not have been immediately afforded all the at-school privileges the third year boys enjoy. Now, this does not mean he was a morally perfect angel—far from it, given that being landed gentry with generational wealth can still do a number on one’s psyche. However, if I assume that August came to Hillerska as the very same Full Titled Asswipe he is as a third year, I don’t get to explore systems of privilege and how they radicalize young men into toxic and harmful behavior. Which is something I’m interested in as a writer, both in my fanfic and my original fiction.

With that in mind, here are some of my personal headcanons for August’s pre-Hillerska and pre-season 1 life, with some Horn family headcanons mixed in…

August’s relationship to the royal family—or not—was a big source of conflict between his parents. Carl Johan wanted him hanging out with the royal family and getting to know his second cousins while Louise did not. For the most part, Louise won this argument when August was a child. In August’s early childhood, Carl Johan would frequently go off to visit the palace on his own, and came back with fun stories and various presents and the like. I base this on the fact that August doesn’t seem to have hung out with Wille or Erik as a child, and seems to have some seemingly “insider” knowledge of the royal family, but with like, weird gaps about things. He also tends to idealize royal life in a way Wilhelm doesn’t, given that Wilhelm has lived royal life. I feel like this is consistent with a backstory where August was mostly told about the royal life from his dad’s perspective. Like he’s got a lot of details but he doesn’t have all of them and he’s still got rose-colored glasses.

August before the age of twelve or so was one of those kids who was pretty bad at interacting with kids his own age, but was “better” at interacting with adults. He’s an only child, so he wouldn’t have grown up around siblings, and would have probably had to play alone a lot. I don’t know if I believe school or his local area would have been an easy place for him to make friends given what @sflow-er was saying about children of the nobility and what it’s like for them when they go to their local schools. I wouldn’t go so far as to say August was bullied. (I mean, maybe he was, I don’t know. From my experience of working with young people, it’s not uncommon for kids who are bullied at one school to become bullies at other schools they transfer to. On the other hand, I think we’ve seen enough of August’s personality to know he could potentially be prickly and arrogant and push other kids away. Regarding that question, I think I’d go with whatever the fic needs. Anyway!) I also feel like, with the growing tensions in his parents’ marriage, he potentially would have coped by trying to put up a mature facade at a young age, which would mean lots of convincing adults he can handle everything. By the time he gets to Hillerska that all comes crashing down on him.

Because I’m such a gothic lit weirdo I insist that there were rumors Årnäs was haunted. Young August probably got asked about that a lot.

Maternal backstory headcanons: Louise’s parents were diplomats or in international business or something similar, so she spent periods of her youth away from Sweden, and sometimes away from her parents, often in international schools or international boarding schools. I have nothing to go on here canon-wise, except there’s that line where August says Louise is off traveling when the Headmistress can’t reach her. It’s very much an excuse, of course, but I like to imagine a grain of truth to it. Louise’s youth abroad gave her a yearning for international travel, and it’s her favorite way to escape the pressures of life when they get too great.

Paternal backstory headcanons: perhaps one of my more… spicy? controversial? … whatever… headcanons is that Carl Johan and Kristina were one another’s Unfortunate Romances in their youth. But Blue, you say. They are cousins! Ew! Which, yes, but they are also royals, and that sort of thing isn’t completely unprecedented I guess. There’s also a neat little chiasmus in my head where Wilhelm’s “unfortunate romance” shakes up the royal court because they feel like he’s trying to pull the monarchy into the future too fast, whereas in Kristina’s day she was that the monarchy needed to modernize, and that sort of thing was less frowned upon centuries ago but these days it Isn’t Done. ANYWAY Carl Johan’s feelings for Kristina remained sort of unresolved for most of his life, and this was something he ruminated on as his addiction got worse. Louise and Carl Johan never spoke about this piece of his backstory, but it was sort of always hanging awkwardly in the air between them. This also fueled Louise’s desire to keep August away from the palace and the royal family stuff, and the fights between her and Carl John about that. None of the kids’ generation knows about the Unfortunate Romance. Well, maybe Erik did, but he’s dead.

You may be asking, if Louise was opposed to August going to the palace and hanging out with his second cousins, then why did she send him to Hillerska? That, my friends, was an act of resignation, and of her not knowing what to do. I imagine puberty was already making August pretty irritable and difficult to deal with. And, with things growing worse and worse between his parents and his father’s addiction growing more problematic, August was probably just… not in a good place. No one in the family was a good place. I don’t see his parents as fully divorced in the year or so leading up to his father’s death, but I do think they were separated—maybe in an obvious way, or  maybe they were pretending not to be. So, when Carl Johan took his own life, I imagine August’s anger and grief got even more explosive, and was often directed at his mother. Louise was not in a place where she knew how to deal with the situation, and sent him off to the school her husband had been pushing her to send August to. Sort of like she threw up her hands and went, “you know what? Fine. If this is his final wish, so be it.” And so August was sent away.

August showed up to his first year just sort of… quieter at first, with a lot of anger and grief simmering underneath. I mean why talk about feelings? He was also desperately, desperately in need of something that gave him a feeling of purpose. And then Erik found him. I think this was in part orchestrated a bit by Kristina behind the scenes; I imagine there was a call or text message where she nudged Erik to check up on her cousin’s kid, because even as complicated as the past was, Carl Johan was at one point Kristina’s favorite cousin. So what Erik did was appoint August as his first year lackey who takes care of everything for him—the one who knocks on his door in the morning, the one who pours the drinks at the party, and so on. Basically, August was in the Alexander role for Erik, and ended up taking it very seriously. This was the purpose he had been looking for, the sense of meaning.

I think August’s initiation would have played a role in helping him to feel a sense of purpose and community, too. Wait, what the fuck, Blue? That’s probably what you’re saying right now. Well… a lot of people talk about what the initiation sequence was or wasn’t for Wille, and how Wille’s initiation would have been worse than that of other students. And people usually only talk about that in terms of what Wille experienced. As someone who has attended a school with initiations (and who has even been initiated myself, albeit in a milder way because it was at a women’s college with traditions that differ from Hillerska’s) I actually don’t know if I think that’s true. I also think August’s initiation was probably a more… well, probably something he thought of as positive? Exciting? Seemingly helpful? (I mean, not helpful, but you know.)

EXTREME BONUS TANGENT: I can say that as someone who has been initiated myself, it’s certainly not a fun experience for everyone. That said, it was fun for me at the time, and remains important to me in a way. Speaking from the perspective of someone who enjoyed my initiation experience, it’s… well, it’s kind of weird. You’re in this strange state of torture for a while, like intense mental and physical discomfort, and everyone around you seems to be determined to contribute to that, and you feel very constrained and stretched to your limit. But then once you pass your initiation and you’re welcomed into your new community, it’s like this sudden switch over to an intense euphoria and a whole flood of endorphins. Like, I’m here, and they’re cheering me on, and I belong here, and these people are my family and I love them now. NOW, THAT SAID: initiations are not a good practice generally, because they are generally done en masse and there is a lot of potential for peer pressure and institutionalized abuse. I view my college’s initiation traditions differently now than I do when I was eighteen. That said, my college had also at least put some infrastructure in place as far as consent and contracts, to keep things from going wrong. You could opt out of any task at any time. Still—it’s not a perfect system, and Hillerska is far from perfect, so. You know. Personal memories I have complex feelings about.

Back to Hillerska… August seems to be someone who responds to extreme sensations, so I think he probably was someone who would have felt that intense endorphin rush from his initiation. (We frequently see him chasing other highs in the show, too.) And he would have gone through this at a time when he’d just lost his father and was Achilles-level angry at his mother, when he desperately wanted to feel like he was part of something and belonged somewhere. He probably came out of the ordeal worshipping Erik and ready to die for him, and I imagine Erik responded to that loyalty in kind. I expect that they grew close, but it was also definitely a relationship where Erik called the shorts and August followed his lead. This is, in part, why I struggle to buy into fanfics where August betrays or harms Erik, and why I can’t really sign onto the idea that August would have released a video of Erik. Or at least—he wouldn’t get there without multiple steps leading up to it, and multiple perceived trusts being broken, the way things were with Wilhelm. One of the steps, too, in August betraying Wilhelm, is Erik’s death putting August into a state of volatile grief. So there’s that. Like I cannot stress enough how much I don’t think he’d randomly turn on Erik like a mustache-twirling villain.

One more innocuous headcanon: Erik taught August how to dress, because August showed up to school with no damn idea, his first year. To be fair, so few sixteen-year-old boys know how to dress themselves, even when they can afford nice wardrobes. Some of August’s clothes are his father’s old clothes. I mean, definitely the outfit he went shooting in feels like something that could have belonged to his dad.

One less innocuous headcanon: August kept some pretty serious secrets for Erik. I still kind of think this is true in canon and that we could get a big secret revealed in season 3.

That’s all for now! I hope you enjoyed reading if you got this far. I don’t expect too much engagement but I am making an effort to be more real and honest about my YR enthusiasms in these posts.

#young royals #yr headcanons #august young royals #august horn of årnäs #formatted this whole post while listening to the fun home soundtrack #which despite being quite Midcentury Butch Lesbian is also simultaneously very August vibes at times #the same way Sara vibes are Into the Woods and my Felice writing soundtrack is all Jake Blount’s folk music

[m-jelly]

So, I wanna say a few things about this request before I answer it. Firstly, I do not do remakes of movies, other animes, or tv shows anymore because a lot of them I haven't seen and therefore would fail to make what you want. Second, please do not send me asks this long in the future as it is a lot for me to make. I have a full-time job and I do this for free. This is way too much for me to do and can be very stressful for me when I'm supposed to be doing this for fun.

Fic notes: The age gap has been removed. I am very uncomfortable with age gaps with Levi that are more than 5 years. Therefore I can make this character five years younger, nothing more. The next note is Levi does not lie to you about being dead. In my rules, it says I do not like misunderstandings and to me, this counts as a misunderstanding. Therefore, you will be very aware of where Levi is and that he is healing. I will do the artist storyline and you are aware of Levi recovering, but he will be recovering in Marley and not Paradise.

If the person who originally sent me this is not happy with the massive changes I have made or how I've spoken in this beginning part, then I am sorry. I can send you to a fic creator who can do exactly what you want, but expect it to be a long fic as this is a massive request.

Reuniting

Pairing: Levi x Fem!Reader

Genre and tags: Slight canon AU kind of not, Post War Levi, fluff, romance, becoming a couple, confessions, artist reader.

Concept: While Levi is healing in Marley, you took up Erwin's suggestion and become an artist. You began painting landscapes and people recovering from war. When you get word that your Captain is returning you paint him a picture and meet him at the docks. You welcome him and his friends back before leading him with Erwin to his new home. Levi visits you and sees your dedication to him after the war leading you both to confess.

Tag list: @levisbrat25 @ladycheesington @skittlelover69 @nbinairyn @nyxiieluna @galactict3a @notgoodforlife @li-anne @strawberrybunny123 @demonsimp6

Your head tilted as you followed the lines and painted yet another portrait of the man that captured your heart. You moved back as you gazed at the painting of Levi you'd made. You blushed hard as you locked eyes with him. You smiled a little and moved it to the wall.

You turned to the stable door with the top open to see a familiar blonde come to visit. You smiled softly at him and waved gently. "Hello. Erwin."

He waved back before leaning on the top of the door. "I bring news."

You covered your paintings before approaching Erwin. "What's up?"

He smiled a little as you inspected his fake arm and made sure your paintings and carvings were still perfect. "Well, a certain friend of ours and your muse is coming home from Marley."

You blushed hard. "Captain?"

He nodded. "That's right."

You whined a bit as your heart raced. "He's all better now?"

"That's right."

You fiddled with your apron. "Good."

He hummed a laugh. "Want to come greet him? He's coming soon."

Your eyes lit up in delight. "Please."

He opened the door for you. "Come on then."

You pulled your apron off and shoved your summer hat on your head. You jumped around as you slipped on your shoes before running out of the house with Erwin. "Wait!" You ran back and grabbed some paper before running back out and collecting the best flowers in your garden. "Welcome home gift."

"He'll like it." He walked with you down your garden path and onto the main road. He smiled a little as you walked together. "How are you feeling? Nightmares gone?"

You hummed. "I have my good days and bad." You frowned a little and shivered. "Do the screams ever stop?" You rubbed your tears away. "Sorry, I shouldn't cry. Just the underground and the war."

Erwin rubbed your back. "You've done so well."

"Thank you." You gazed up at him. "How are you fairing?"

"I get some pains." He sighed and looked at his right hand. "Some phantom feelings. It's strange." He released a long sigh. "I am thankful to you for helping me so much."

You blushed a little. "I'm happy to help. You're a wonderful friend."

He chuckled. "You're mine too." He looked ahead to see people waiting at the docks. He looked out at sea and saw the ship was about to dock. "We're on time."

You clutched the flowers tightly as you watched people come off the ship. You looked around for Levi as your heart throbbed in your chest. You gasped when you recognised him limping with crutches. You couldn't believe how handsome he was. You were so focused on Levi that you didn't even notice Isabel and Furlan.

Erwin waved to the three and gained their attention. "Over here."

Levi moved closer and noticed you standing next to Erwin. His heart raced as the word love drifted into his head and heart. He smiled a little and moved faster towards you both. "Tch, you both didn't need to come out for me."

Erwin shook Levi's hand. "We wanted to."

Levi looked over at you. "You look...beautiful."

You blushed hard. "Th-Thank you." You offered the flowers to him. "F-For you." You stopped a moment. "Oh, that's rude of me with the crutches."

Levi smiled at you. "Well, my friends can take my crutches and you can help me walk."

You nodded and offered your arm to him once he handed his crutches over. "If that's what you want."

He took the flowers and held your arm. "I want this." He limped with you as you guided him to a car waiting for him. He climbed inside with your help. "You'll sit with me, right?"

You climbed into the car and sat next to him. "Sure."

He released a long sigh as the others got their seats. "It's been a long time."

You gripped your dress hard. "Yes, but Marley has the best medical help. So, it made sense for you to be there."

"Did you miss me?"

You blushed and nodded shyly. "Yes."

He moved closer to you. "I missed you too."

You smiled brightly at Levi before kissing his cheek. You went to speak, but the door opened and Levi was helped out of the car. You went to get out, but Erwin climbed in next to you. "Erwin?"

He smiled at you. "We're going home. Levi needs to settle in."

Levi leaned into the car and called your name. He blushed as he gazed at Erwin next to you. "I ah...I'll see you soon. Thank you for the flowers." He cleared his throat. "I'll come visit you, alone."

You shyly waved. "Okay, see you soon."

You returned home and fed Erwin some dinner before he went home to his place, which was just next door to you. You spent a few days painting in your little art room with the top of your stable door open. You played classical music each day and kept hoping Levi would come over, but it was only Erwin, Mike and Hange.

But one day it all changed.

"Tch, fuck brat you are incredible."

You jumped and turned to see Levi leaning on the door. "Captain."

"Levi, please." He looked around your room. "May I come in?"

You nodded and walked over to him. "Sure." You opened the door and let him in. "I'll make you some tea."

"Thank you."

You hurried off to your cottage kitchen. You smiled a little to yourself as you made a pot of tea and a plate of baked cookies made by you. You carried the tray into your art room and placed it on the table. "It's special tea I grow in my garden and I baked the cookies." You looked up to see Levi staring at a painting of him. "Oh...oh no, I'm sorry."

Levi stopped you from covering it up. "It's incredible. You captured me so nicely. I look so at peace." He locked eyes with you. "Is this how you see me?"

You nodded shyly. "Yes."

He pulled you closer. "You see me in such a beautiful manner."

You lowered your head. "I just...I missed you and painting landscapes was nice, but I wanted to paint things that I thought were beautiful and not what others thought." You smiled as you fiddled with your dress. "You."

Levi cradled your face in his hands and kissed you. He leaned closer and kissed you again with a happy hum. He smiled against your lips when you kissed him back with just as much passion and love. He tangled his fingers in your hair as he bit your lip. He pushed his tongue into your mouth and hummed in delight.

He pulled back and blushed a little. "Sorry, my lips aren't nice with the scar."

You blushed hard. "D-Don't be sorry. I l-liked it."

"Good because I liked it too."

You nibbled your lip. "Levi, I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you for so long."

Levi yanked you into his arms and held you. "Me too. I'm madly in love with you. I've wanted to be with you for so long. The one thing that kept me going and holding onto life was knowing I would be with you again and tell you my love for you."

You welled up and smiled at Levi. "I've been desperate to tell you how I feel too." You held his hands. "Where do we go from here?"

"Well, I was hoping we date. I want to be with you. Maybe I could stay with you for a few days? I will be here, then go back to mine for a few days. I would ask you to come over mine, but your job is here." He cleared his throat. "So, what do you think?"

You welled up and smiled happily. "It's perfect. I'm ready to be all yours." You giggled as Levi smiled and wiped your tears. "Then again, I've always been yours."

Levi kissed you and hummed in happiness. "You're right. I've always been yours too." He chuckled. "My darling love. My everything. Mine."

#levi aot #snk levi #levi attack on titan #levi #levi ackerman #aot levi #captain levi #levi x y/n #levi x you #levi x reader #jelly fanfics #levi ackerman x reader #levi heichou #levi fluff #levi fic #levi fanfiction #post war Levi #aot fanfiction #fanfic #aot x you #levi x reader fluff #captain levi x reader #captain levi x you #levi x yn #levi ackerman x y/n #levi ackerman fluff #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x female reader #fluff

[wren-kitchens]

lilacs and poppies (ch. 2)

woo I decided on a name! after this is up i’ll edit the first chapter so it’s tagged as #lilacs and poppies cause that’s the tag i’m gonna be using from now on

I can’t tell if I like this chapter or not but ah well 

“what was that?!” grian whisper-yells to mumbo, once they’re out of scar’s sight.

“what was what?” mumbo protests, feigning innocence (badly).

“you were just grinning the whole time!” grian exclaims, already giving up on being quiet. “way to make it obvious!”

“oh, it’s fine.” mumbo says. “he won’t have noticed, trust me.”

“he might have!” grian says.

“trust me, scar is one of the most unobservant people you will ever meet.” mumbo says flatly. “he absolutely will not have noticed.”

“I can’t believe you just went to his shop.” grian says, exasperated. “i mean, what if you didn’t know him? what if he was someone else? it’s gotta be obvious to him after he found out we know each other that I told you.”

“dude, he didn’t even ask.” mumbo says. “what he did say when I told him I knew you, was- and I quote: ‘you’re friends with the most beautiful man on earth and you never thought to tell me?’.”

grian feels his face burn. “you- he really said that?” his voice squeaks a little.

“scar is not the kind of person to hide his emotions, i’ll tell you that.” mumbo chuckles. “or at least, he’s not too good at it.”

“okay.” grian clears his throat. “uhm, so, how do you suggest I survive when I spend at least an hour with him in my shop?”

“I don’t know, flirt with him first?” mumbo shrugs. “it could work.”

“I need to get friends who know how love works.” grian says, grinning as mumbo protests. “i’ll try it. but if it doesn’t work, i’m asking pearl for help, and we both know she’ll be insufferable if she knows I have a crush.”

“I mean, that’s fair.” mumbo nods. “it’s your loss either way.”

“no, i’m making sure you’re roped into this.” grian says. “now i’ve gotta prepare, it’s nearly three.” 

grian shoves mumbo through the door, gives scar a little wave then scurries back into his shop.

it’s not terrible; all the boxes of discs have been replaced with more aesthetically pleasing crates, and the posters on the walls give it a certain je ne sais quoi, but it’s definitely missing atmosphere.

(okay this is like the only time i’ll add a comment in the middle of a fic, but holy fucking shit I absolutely could not think of anything other than ‘je ne sais quoi’ for the description because it literally means ‘I don’t know what’ which is exactly what i’m tryna say. grian isn’t pretentious or posh, I just couldn’t think of anything that fitted better)

and scar seems like the best person for it, based off the inside of his own shop. when you go inside, it feels like you’re in another world, like you’ve just walked into the woods and found a faerie kingdom.

come to think of it, scar himself looks a bit like a faerie, what with his ethereality. he’s the kind of person who, if you met him in the woods, you’d think he was some kind of elf.

grian doesn’t realise how much he’s lost in his thoughts until he nearly jumps out of his skin at a knock on the door. he whips around to see scar, waving awkwardly.

“oh, hello.” grian smiles quickly, feels his face flush and opens the door. “is it three already?”

scar looks sheepish as he wheels into the shop. “not quite, but I wasn’t getting any customers, and it’s only ten minutes ‘till closing.”

grian feels a little touched. scar closed early to see him. “well, welcome to the pesky bird! it’s only.. partially empty.”

scar laughs. “oh, it’s not empty, it’s just.. lacking.”

“what’s the difference?” grian asks, chuckling.

“do you have a notebook?” scar says, looking around. “I have a lot to say — not in a bad way.” he adds quickly. “I just wanna be able to explain things.”

grian moves over to behind the counter and grabs a pad of paper and a biro. “fire away.” he grins.

“okay, so firstly, what kind of atmosphere are you going for?” scar asks, wheeling slowly through the large gap in the middle of the store. “something bright and bubbly?”

“I was thinking something more.. relaxed? not sure if that’s the right word.” grian says. it’s a little intimidating how much scar seems to know compared to him.

“vintage?” scar offers.

“yes, that’s exactly it.” grian says.

“in that case, the crates are definitely a good touch.” scar nods towards one. grian bites back a smile of pride. “the lights are currently quite bright, I think if they were slightly dimmed, you’d get a nice feel to the place.”

grian nods, scribbling it down. he feels like he’s back at school. 

“currently it’s a bit open, which isn’t bad, but I think if you had another shelf in the middle,” scar gestures to the centre of the shop floor. “it could make it feel more cosy in here, and you’d have more space on the other shelves and walls. accessibility wise, the isles should be just a bit bigger than my chair, but this place is pretty big, so that shouldn’t be a bother.”

grian notes it down. “so, in numbers, what’s a good width?” 

“with the size of this place, you could easily do a metre and a half, maybe even two metres.” scar says. 

“good to know.” grian says. “do you have any advice for what kinds of decorations I can put in here?”

“you could probably put up fairy lights on the walls, or even across the ceiling.” scar says. he turns from looking at the walls to grian, and grian’s heart gives a jolt as their eyes meet. “maybe some bird-themed stuff.” he grins.

“i’ll just get some parrots in here.” grian agrees jokily. “they can dance to the music.”

“I bet it’d attract a lot of customers.” scar nods. “business would be booming.”

“i’d be known worldwide.” grian says. “millions would flock here just to see my dancing birds. and i’d tell them about the most magical flower shop, just next door.” he winks.

scar blushes but nods excitedly. “we’d be an attraction! they wouldn’t know what hit ‘em!”

“exactly.” grian says. “and you can give them advice about their interiors.” 

scar laughs. “I feel a bit like a teacher.” he admits. “I don’t think i’ve ever really explained this kind of thing before.”

“you’re doing great.” grian smiles. “where’d you learn all this stuff anyway?”

“you wouldn’t believe it, but minecraft.” scar says. “you’d be surprised at how helpful that can be to start you off.”

“i’ll have to try that.” grian says, interested.

scar nods thoughtfully. then he says, “what’s your favourite flower? for curiosity’s sake.”

and suddenly, all intelligent thoughts have left grian’s mind, leaving him speechless. then, he remembers mumbo’s advice.

“why, you planning something?” grian, through some kind of miracle, manages a smirk.

it has the desired effect. “oh- no, no!” scar says hurriedly, face pink. “just- well, you know mine, i thought it’d be.. fair?” he sounds incredibly uncertain, and makes grian wonder why he wants to know.

grian laughs. “i’m just kidding. my favourite flower is a rose.”

scar gives him an awkward grin. “now was that so hard?” he jokes. “is there anything else I can help with?”

“well, to thank you, can I take you for coffee later?” grian says. “when’re you free?”

“oh! um, i’m free at five tomorrow.” scar’s shy smile is probably one of the prettiest things grian has ever seen. “where should I meet you?”

“i’ll stop by your shop.” grian can’t help but smile back. 

“awesome.” scar says. “I shall await your arrival.” he turns his chair and wheels out the door. “see you then!”

grian watches him go, a fond smile on his face. he really can’t wait until tomorrow.

#lilacs and poppies #scarian fic #scarian #hermitshipping #trafficshipping #desert duo #dessert duo #flower shop au

[silverslipstream]

Nine Writeblrs I Want To Know Better

Cheers for the tag @sergeantnarwhalwrites! last song: Beautiful Ruin by Make Good Your Escape

favorite color: Azure blue! Second place goes to midnight purple metallic.

last movie: Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind. It's one of my favourite films of all time and definitely a comfort watch. I've seen it fourteen times.

currently reading: Physical-book wise, it's Atonement by Ian McEwan. I heard good things about it and picked it up for £1 in a charity shop, but I'm struggling with it at the moment. McEwan's prose is needlessly flowery and overly abstract, and it keeps yanking me out of the story.

Virtually, I'm re-reading Rush (For A Gap That Exists) by sleepstxtic on AO3. It's a crossover fanfiction between Harry Potter and Formula One, with the Harry Potter characters, houses and organisations transplanted into the world of modern Formula One racing. It's a great story even if you aren't a motorsport fan - read it here!

sweet/spicy/savory: Savoury, if I'm being honest. I do have a sweet tooth, but eating sweets too much makes me feel queasy and guilty, whereas I could never get sick of sausage rolls, steak bakes and chorizo and cheese rolls. Yum :)

relationship status: single at the moment. There are possibilities of that changing in the near future though... hmm...

current obsession: Motorsport Manager. It's a PC game where you take the reins of a fictional racing team or create your own, managing your drivers, cars, race strategy, staff and headquarters as you endeavour to win at the highest level and leave your mark on the sport. I tend to make all the people in the game into characters even though they're only randomly-generated portraits, and use the game to create storylines or scenarios. It's way too addictive. I've probably written way too many career reports and fics going into all my save files: the drama between drivers, certain dramatic races, fictional magazine articles and write-ups... at some point I'll get over the embarrassment and post a few bits here.

last thing I googled: I assume this relates to writing; otherwise it's just 'how long should you reheat cottage pie in the microwave for?' as that's what I'm having for tea tonight. The last thing I googled for writing purposes was 'France 2027 election predictions'

currently working on: A sci-fi short story regarding the first spaceflight from a 'ringworld' where a group of monks and inventors defy an oppressive, anti-technology society to launch a manned rocket into space, and are shocked by the nature of the world they inhabit. Also a dystopian science-fiction piece regarding a woman who becomes addicted to selling her memories on the black market and gradually loses her identity and sanity in the process.

I'll tag @outpost51, @acertainmoshke, @amostdelectablescribbler, @guessillcallitart, @erraticprocrastinator, @steh-lar-uh-nuhs, @sarlusmonoele, @rbbess110 and @stesierra as well as an open tag for anybody who wants to jump in! As always, no pressure: feel free to participate or not at your leisure :)

#writeblr #writeblr community #writers community #tag games #nine people tag #wips #about the writer #silverslipstream

[anghraine]

kazaera replied to this post:

I hear you - I feel like the, mm, density + lack of detail of the source material makes it really easy for someone's interpretation to proliferate until people treat it as equivalent to canon. (my favourite example of this is Círdan fostering Gil-galad - entirely fanon, Tolkien wrote no such thing). IMO one of the most fun parts of writing Silm fic is how many different spins you can put on events! It always makes me sad when we get super narrow here.

Yes! I often do get annoyed or frustrated by the way that specific interpretations get treated as canon and spread, when there are all kinds of different permutations possible (like Maglor as Elrond's and Elros's "adoptive dad", which is by no means the only possible interpretation of their dynamic, but widely treated as canon even by people who are sharply critical of Maglor).

It's also one of the reasons I tend to be so annoyed with fans of certain adaptations or expanded universes jumping down my throat every time I break with adaptation-derived fanon or some transient expanded universe thing (usually overwritten in a few years, anyway). It's like ... going against the fandom grain isn't actually forbidden. We're allowed to fill in gaps ourselves and different people coming up with different ideas is where a lot of the fun of fandom comes from.

Though, all of that said, that annoyance is of a very different flavor than my annoyance with the dudebros insisting that any conception of Galadriel that includes anything not stated by Tolkien is woke OOC Mary Sue blahblahblah.

and yeah, why the hell WOULDN’T Galadriel have known how to use a sword? There’s also an element of “so Tolkien didn’t say so explicitly but what do you think is _plausible_ given the context and the bounds of his world.” like, do you think Galadriel is flinging around fireballs? In Tolkien, magic used in combat tends to be like… Sauron vs Finrod, more a duel of wills. I don’t think Galadriel was singing at Alqualondë, y'know?

Right! The idea that it's just wildly OOC for a physically imposing, athletic woman who joined a battle definitely involving weapons to know how to lift a sword is absurd to me. I do think "is this plausible based on what we do know otherwise" makes for a much more productive line of reasoning. And thinking critically means that not every statement that can be quoted from a source is necessarily accurate—it depends on the viewpoint or biases of the characters, too! And then there are Tolkien's statements outside the narratives that may or may not be taken as "canonical", depending.

So this very binary idea of canon facts as "thing stated somewhere in canon" vs "thing not stated in canon, regardless of how probable it is or isn't" just seems very superficial and flawed to me.

#kazaera #respuestas #legendarium blogging #legendarium fanwank #general fanwank #long post #anghraine rants

[skyloftian-nutcase]

AAAAAHHH i didn't expect you to actually write something for it so omg thank you for the snippet! ❤️ i hope this was the trigger event that got wild on the course for proper treatment but OUCH. What a way for everyone else to find out about his previous injuries. And i hope that if anyone else was involved in the collision, that they're ok - for wild's sake, as i imagine the guilt would eat him up 😭

I love hyrule so much and hate (love) the fact he was the first to know this patient was one of the boys. It must have been so scary to stay professional but i bet he managed it if he was needed. I think of him (based on what you've written so far) as the kind of person to not shut down all his feelings in order to get on with the job, but that he just manages to reign it in enough to do what he needs to do, and maybe even his emotions actually help him. Like they kick him into high gear quick response mode and fuel his determination to do everything he can to save someone. Everyone has different coping mechanisms but he strikes me as the type to not repress, but make feelings useful. So then he emotionally crashes immediately after events rather than it being something that hits later. idk if this rings true to your feelings on him but i loved seeing him in this snippet and can't wait to see him more and the other's reactions too, if you ever add on more to that scenario!

(And hey, on that - i get so excited about even fragments of writing and i know others feel the same, so don't feel you have to make one cohesive chronological fic with all the gaps filled in. Just peering through the cracks at individual events is great especially as we know a loose timeline of when things happen. Jump around between past and present, it's cool! Be kind to yourself please, you're doing great!) 🌕

P.S. BUT WHO WILL FIX HIS BIKE?!!?!!!!??

Of course! :) Wild's issues can be fun to write, though I have to remember that Wild Angst is absolutely a thing that will open the flood gates, so I will hide behind Sky (and you) when it happens XD

It's definitely the trigger that gets them to realize Wild's "not right in the head, you ding dong what's wrong with you" antics are more serious than they thought. Which leads to investigating. Which leads to a certain surgeon remembering a certain patient. Ahem.

I love your take on Hyrule! That fits with the vibe I get from him. :D As you said, everyone copes differently! Legend copes with sarcasm and a tough exterior, not letting anything bother him. Wars copes by shutting off emotions to address later. Sky copes by not even registering that it's bothering him through sheer mental avoidance. Just to name a few. But Hyrule can absolutely use his emotions to push himself and be more determined than ever, even if it leaves him drained like he just ran a mental marathon afterward.

I'll eventually write this, it's definitely on the list of Plot Things That Will Eventually Happen! Alongside the rest of Sky's Crappy War Angst, Wars' Trip with PTSD, Cia Shenanigans, Legend's Darkest Secret, Sky Gets Sick and Gives Time a Heart Attack, and other highlights. :D

And thank you for the reminder, you're so sweet. <3 <3 <3 I know y'all are enjoying this AU so much and do occasionally need to be reminded that my hodge podge way of writing it is ok lol. I appreciate it so much. <3 <3 <3

#you ask skye answers #lovely moon anon #lovely anon #lu in healthcare #I have no idea who will fix the poor bike lol #the boys and I will have to figure it out

[namor-shuri]

So that fic you wrote was hot and I was curious if you plan to write more 🙈 Love your page btw!

Me pleasantly surprised that y’all enjoyed the one shot when meanwhile I was nervous af with spicy armpits posting it. Well I’ll be damned. Cheers to trying new things and being horny creative 🥂💗 lol

No but fr, thank you! Tbh I’m not really sure. I haven’t written fics before so I don’t know where to start or what I would write about. I’ve read a lot of fanfics over the years so I think that’s why I could get this one shot out but even then, it felt like A LOT lol. I’ve always respected writers [whether you build fictional worlds or create non fictional anecdotes and everything in between] but after writing that, I BOW DOWN even more. Like how do you write whole chapters ?? And how do you write explicit scenes and NOT cringe the entire time?? I’m realizing there’s a thin line between telling a story and describing something. Showing vs telling. Whether you’re a pro at writing or just starting off, we seriously appreciate what you do and please keep putting your stuff out there. I have a bunch of ideas in my head but I think they come to mind in visual form first before written. If anything, I’m realizing I like making stuff that’s the jump off point for a story vs writing the actual story itself lol if that makes sense. Like this battle post or revenge cowboy edit I made, for example. But we’ll see, maybe I’ll give it another go. Never say never, right? 🤷🏾‍♀️

On that note, I’ve been really wanting to sprinkle in more nsfw posts on my page but I completely forgot that with the new guidelines, every page went to a default setting of not seeing mature content on Tumblr. There was a gap where I wasn’t on here so I didn’t realize that I needed to go through my main blog and physically change my settings. So unfortunately if I post mature content, a majority of you won’t be able to interact or see it unless you have this setting changed yourself. I understand there’s probably creative ways to work around it and post nsfw stuff without having to put a label and all that jazz but I haven’t figured that out yet. I literally reblogged someone’s post once and made a joke and because I used a certain word the entire post was immediately labeled mature 🥴 So *inhales exhales* I gotta figure that out. Send help pls lol

If you prefer to see mature/ nsfw posts on Tumblr, here is a link that will help you change your settings.

THANK YOU 🩵

#I’m crying bc I also don’t read ‘person x reader’ fics so I was really shooting in the dark with this one but I’m glad y’all liked it 🥹👉🏾👈🏾 #Nashuri #namor #shuri #tenoch huerta #someone show me how to make subtle mature content posts that gets past the algorithm 😭 #I have a lot of post ideas in my drafts lol #fanfic #writer #we just got a letter

[practically-an-x-man]

Author asks!

1, 3, 5, 6, 14, 16 (tho I don't know what it's really asking), 24

thank you bestie!! you're amazing!!

answers under the cut as usual:

1) is there a story you’re holding off on writing for some reason?

... A lot of them, actually. I have so many things planned that I just don't feasibly have the time to write at the moment - I already have 8 or 9 WIPs going and I need to close a few of them before I start on another story. But I've probably got a dozen different ideas planned out that I just don't have time to put on the page yet

3) what order do you write in? front of book to back? chronological? favorite scenes first? something else?

Usually front-to-back, but if I get stuck on a certain part I'll just bracket it for later and jump to the next section, then fill in the gaps when I come back

5) character you were most surprised to end up writing

Honestly speaking, I think the project I'm working on now has surprised me a bit. it was supposed to be more OC-centric as an analysis of how nightmares become dreams, but the Corinthian's taken on a lot larger of a role than I expected (probably because he's my favorite character). But it surprised me in a good way, I'm actually really pleased with it!

6) something you would go back and change in your writing that it’s too late/complicated to change now

I sometimes wish I could go back and rewrite some of the earlier chapters of A Love Once New, since my writing style has evolved a lot since then. But it would be a lot of chapters to rewrite, which is time I simply don't have, and I prefer to keep it as it is to remind myself of how much I've improved

14) do you make playlists for your current wips?

Not really (I'm too lazy to put playlists together lol), but the fics kinda end up as their own playlists because of how important music is in my life. I think just about every single one of my fics is related to music in some way. 2 of them feature characters that are musicians, 4 (plus the new WIP) have either chapters or full titles after song lyrics, and at least 2 of them have significant themes or developments regarding music. If you gathered all the songs I've mentioned in my fics, it would be a very interest playlist, to say the least.

16) are there any characters who haunt you?

I'm not really sure what this is asking either. Not sure what to say.

24) have you ever become an expert on something you previously knew nothing about, in order to better a scene or a story?

I already knew a fair bit about Egyptian mythology but it was definitely enhanced by writing Who Waits Forever Anyway?, same thing for the psychology and neuroscience mentioned in Smoke and Mirrors. As far as a whole "previously knew nothing about", I did a fair amount of research on engineering for Catch and Release, and I definitely didn't know much about it before.

The thing is, I'm very comfortable doing research, but writing is also the most fun for me when I already know at least a little about the topics at hand. So this one's a bit of both - I already knew a little, but I definitely learned a lot more for the sake of the story