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akunya · 1 year

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"a lending hand."

pairings: sonny brisko x m!reader

summary: oh no! im stuck and i cant get out and my big, sexy brother is home alone with me! whatever shall i do.. tw: INCEST, mindbreak, size difference, manipulation. NONCON/DUBCON, dacryphilia, RIMMING, degradation, dirty talk, feminization(?), etc. notes: this was a lovely commission from someone that requested more sonny-nii! i got a bit too into it and wrote way more than i was expecting. they gave me permission to share it with everyone, yay!

commission info is here , this fic is incredibly perverted so.. just a warning.

truly, honestly, from the bottom of your very heart — you didn’t mean to get stuck underneath the bed with your lower half sticking out like the most predictable homemade porno in history.

but, alas, you did.

you were stuck, and as embarrassing as it was to have another person see you like this, you needed help.

trying to reach for something underneath your bed was clearly the wrong choice. fingers stretching, eyebrows furrowed as you extended your arm as much as it could go. “..come.. on..!” you sighed in frustration, laying your head down and accepting your fate before the door creaked open.

“y/n? are you alright? i heard the bed creak—.”

sonny couldn’t finish his sentence, freezing at your doorway. “sonny! that’s you, isnt it?” his eyes raked over your poor, helpless little body. his breathing became ragged, licking his lips.

“oh.” was this.. a dream? his adorable little brother, the boy who invades his dreams every night, sprawled out and bent over for him? the blonde gulped, his body feeling warm. wearing those slutty little shorts you insisted on, you barely left anything to imagination for the poor man, the slim fabric showing a perfect outline of your ass. so innocent — so slutty.

clearing his throat, the eldest spoke up. “um, what happened, little bro..?” sonny tried to speak as innocently as he could. he started to move a bit closer, hovering over you eerily quiet.

you looked so small like this.. bent over on the floor, ass in the air. he knew that his stature compared to yours displayed a significant height difference, but this made his head spin. “i-i was stupid, tried to reach for something that fell behind my bed, but ended up stuck in this thing. i can’t seem to pull myself out, it’s too tight. do you think you could help?”

your room was met with an uncomfortable silence.

thoughts ran through sonnys head. “was this.. okay to do?” his inner consciousness fought relentlessly, eyes staring at the door then back at you. he shouldn’t— he couldn’t! you were his little brother, and sure, even if you were older now, that didn’t excuse him being a pervert! he should just help you out and excuse himself to his room like he always does, right? yknow, the right thing an older brother would do?

the breaking point, however, was when you had shimmied your hips, trying to find a position that was less painful on your knees. your shorts had angled themselves in a way that sonny had a full view of your dick, peeking through the fabric, small and innocent and inviting.

he needed to have you. now.

it felt like forever had passed, until you cleared your throat. “big bro? i asked if you could—“ your sentence was cut off by the harsh slap on your ass, emitting a surprised yelp from yourself as sonny sighed. yea, this was obviously the correct choice. the skin was already reddening from his rough hand, making you wince in discomfort.

“ive always wanted to do that.” his laugh was shaky, smiling to himself as his palm began to sting from the impact. his heart felt as if it would burst in his poor little chest, letting his other hand slap the other cheek. “ow!” you wailed this time, head bumping against the bottom of the mattress as you tried to instinctively get away. but you couldn’t — you were trapped in sonny’s grasp. sonny was strong. he had to be, given his line of work and title, but you never really learned the true extent of it until today. the officer couldn’t help himself, fingers grabbing onto the waistband of your shorts and pulling everything off, your bottom half exposed.

“god, look at you, little bro. your body is so perfect. we’re you waiting for this the entire time?” you stood silent, speechless at what was unfolding. even if you had shook your head ‘no’, sonny wouldn’t care, quickly giving into his own perverse desires. of course you did this on purpose — why wouldn’t you? it was too perfect of a moment not to be planned out beforehand. the slutty little outfit, your parents not being home until tomorrow, and sonny having the weekend off. how considerate of you, to think of your creepy older brother like this. your ass looked so inviting, the blondes mouth started to water. his intrusive thoughts won, shuffling closer until his mouth was mere centimeters away from your little hole.

“wait, s-sonny, you can’t!” you tried to squirm away, sonnys hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place; not that he needed much help, with the mattress sandwiching you. moaning, your toes curled in pleasure as your brother began making out with your asshole, groaning and huffing behind you. it felt beyond dirty, your sounds only spurring him further, tongue delving past the tight rim of muscle as he closed his eyes in pure bliss. it was every perverts dream, after all.

his skilled tongue slurped obscenely in your hole, your cock pitifully leaking tiny spurts of precum from how dirty this all was. it felt humiliating. having your ass eaten as a guy was one of the least things you’d expected to ever happen to you. sonnys face was flushed, eating as if he was a starved man, lips and chin glossy with spit. everytime the man pulled back, he just delved right back in, your resolve stripping away with every flick of his tongue. it was so sloppy, some of his saliva even dripped down your taint, a trail dripping onto the floor. the older man groaned, furiously pumping.. was that his cock? fucking into his hand, sonny gave one last smooch to your hole, pulling away with a sigh. your cock twitched, whining at the loss of touch as your hole fluttered around nothing. you were aching, core nearly on fire with how badly you needed him — someone, anything to fill you up, as shameful as it made you feel.

for better or for good, the blonde was impatient. smirking, sonny popped open a small bottle of lube, the click making your heart drop. was he..?

“b-big bro, this isn’t funny anymore, okay..? just help me out of here, please?” you spoke up, voice shaky without a single threat in them. i mean, what could you do? you were in sonnys hands now, and no one was coming to help you for hours, lower half exposed and ready for the claim. sonny hummed in response, a hand tenderly caressing your red skin, thumb cheekily slipping into your hole.

“of course ill help you out, y/n. i never said i wouldnt.” sighing in relief, you wiggled your ass, trying to squirm and get yourself out. unfortunately, in sonnys twisted mind, it looked as if you were teasing him even more. he took his thumb out of your ass, instead teasing the gaping hole with the tip of his cock. practically growling, his hand spanked the soft skin of your behind, shuffling to get even closer to you.

fucking slut. “..i didn’t say id let you out right now, though. be good for me, won’t you?” you didn’t even have time to process sonnys words before he slipped inside you, gripping your ass as he let out a loud moan.

“fuck, oh god..” the officer cursed under his breath, eyes closed from how blissful your walls were clenching around him. you sobbed softly, at least thankful that being stuck here meant sonny didn’t have to see how pathetic you looked — not like it would deter him from his goal or anything. “you’re so tight, i can — hah! barely move, fuck!”

the squelch of your lubed ass sucking his cock in made you cringe, sonny losing himself in the erotica of it all. taking off his shirt, he pulled out, granting you a moment of relief before he slammed back in again. “s-sonny!” you tried to get up again, hitting your head hard against the metal frame of the mattress, but sonny didn’t care. he couldn’t find it in himself to give a damn. you were so smaller so tight, so pliant in his hands. the blonde showed no mercy, pistoning into your poor body with little grunts of appreciation.

full. you felt so, so full. it wasn’t a surprise sonny had a big cock to match his big stature, but god, you swore you could feel him in your tummy as he abused your little hole. before you knew it, you were moaning now, desperate little whines of pleasure as sonny rammed in that spot that made you see stars for the first time in your life. “b-big bro.. slow.. nnh..!” sonny chuckled, spanking you again to add to the other countless times today, cock twitching inside of you. the wet plap of skin against skin did nothing to help your brain, slowly turning into mush with every stir of the blondes dick.

“you like this, don’t you, y/n? getting fucked like a girl? yea?” you whined loudly, the coil in your stomach only growing tighter and tighter because of sonnys filthy words. you were positive you wouldn’t be able to sit after this, from the way the older man fucked you as if he wanted to make your insides remember his shape. drooling, your legs were wide open, wanting more of the sickly pleasure he was drowning you in. “sonny, o-onii, i cant—!”

god, maybe sonny should’ve pulled you out from underneath this mattress. he licked his lips, so badly wanting to shove his tongue in your mouth, trap you in a mating press like you deserve. hissing from how tight you clenched around him, sonny extended his hand to squeeze your cock, relishing in the loud cry you let out. “come on then, little bro! i know you can do it. cum for me.” his voice dropped low, his pace unforgiving on your poor little body as you came with another yell, thick seed pooling below. seeing you cum all because of him was enough to send the pervert into his own frenzy, quickly cumming after you. his load spilled deep inside, sighing in relief as you groaned.

your body fucking ached, bruised and sore everywhere. you didn’t even have the strength to keep your knees up, only held by sonnys strong hands as he coo’ed at your pitiful state. don’t worry, little one — your big brother would take care of you all weekend long.

“ill let you out now, okay? then, we can go for round two.”

#sonny nii.. i love you.. i wrote half of this listening to vods lol #male reader #male reader blog #male x reader #x male reader #sonny brisko x m!reader #sonny brisko x male!reader #sonny brisko x reader #sonny brisko #noctyx x m!reader #noctyx x male reader #noctyx x y/n #noctyx x reader #noctyx #my fics..#commish fics..

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the-wiggler · 15 days

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I hope we kiss goodnight, it might just end my life

phyiscally cannot stop thinking about elliot and sunshine and im projecting bad in this fic but shhhh im allowed to.

sypnosis: sunshine cant sleep, except when elliot is around. [title is from Kiss Goodnight by IDKHOW]

word count: 1.1k

Their eyes slowly fluttered open, blue morning light washing over their room, tinting everything in the same hue. They were facing the ceiling now, their blanket tangled between their legs. 6 am. Their eyes fluttered shut, a weary sigh filling the empty room. That was what…2 hours of sleep? It’s better this way. Force themselves to sleep later, the self-induced insomnia meant that their brain prioritises deep sleep over REM, the dream-having sleep phase. That was what their therapist said anyway. Less sleep means less REM means less dreams means less nightmares.

Sure, it was an “unhealthy” coping mechanism, with its “averse” side effects, and a method their therapist “highly discouraged”. But if it meant fewer nightmares, Sunshine would brave the sluggishness, the irritation, the occasional nausea and the concerned looks from their friends.

Like now, as they sat on the worn, soft couch of Elliot’s apartment. Sinking into the worse-for-wear leather, scratched and faded in a way that perfectly matched Elliot’s second-hand-vintage-found-on-the-side-of-the-road-borderline-trash-esque design choices, they avoided the watchful gaze of their friend and hoped that their concealer had done a good enough job to cover their eyebags.

“Don’t take this the wrong way, because I think you look amazing as you are, Sunshine,” He chuckled, settling down next to them, “But, uh, you’re looking a little….worse for wear.”

Ok so maybe the concealer wasn’t doing the best job.

They waved their hand dismissively, making up some excuse about jobs, life, busy this, busy that, no time to rest. It came easily now. Lying, that is. And it wasn’t really a lie, they had filled and jam-packed their schedule full of random events to avoid a moment of rest, should they accidentally slip back into the ever-inviting embrace of sleep.

Not good enough for Elliot, though. As they watched his brow furrow in a way that made them want to instinctively smooth out, they racked their brain to reassure Elliot. There was, after all, no need to pile on more shit to Elliot’s plate.

“I’ve just been having trouble sleeping is all,” They reassured him quickly, “Nothing to worry about, I got some melatonin pills and it’s just taking some time to get used to.”

He conceded with one last concerned look, before turning his attention to the TV. “Alright, so, I was thinking for tonight, we could watch…The Tunnel? Or….Final Prayer?”

Now it was their turn to quirk an eyebrow. “You want to watch a horror movie? Mr. Never Watched FNAF, Mr. Scared of the Babadook, Mr-”

“Ok listen, I think we both know that the 4th FNAF game is genuinely horrifying. And, well, no, I’d much rather watch an actually feel-good movie. But if my bestest friend of all time has been raving about how wonderful this movie is, and has been feeling down, I will concede and watch whatever mind-fucky content you so eagerly consume as a coping mechanism. I’m simply fulfilling my best friend duties. No matter how messed up it is. And I will ignore how the fact that you watch horror movies as a coping mechanism is a major red flag and possibly a sign of a budding serial killer. Because I’m such a good friend. The best, even. ”

They scoff indignantly, “Ok, yeah I’m the serial killer. Says the one whose forever excuse is Sorry, was burying the bodies.”

It always starts like this. As Elliot loads up the movie, they make sure to maintain a completely platonic distance between them, two friends sitting on a couch, five feet apart because they are not pining for their ridiculously attractive, soft-hearted best friend. Elliot scoots closer, the leather dipping under his weight, forming a crater around them, cocooning them together, pushing Elliot closer to them. They feign annoyance as Elliot shoots a mischievous look at them. “Oh don’t think you’re getting away scot-free, Sunshine. I might be sacrificing several nights of sleep to cheer you up, but you’re going to be my human shield tonight. Trade-offs.”

Despite this, he wraps an arm around them, the dip of the couch pushing them snugly into his side. Who’s protecting who, Elliot? Regardless, they lean into his touch, his hand gently moving up and down their arm.

They blink.

The blanket around them definitely did not belong to them, but smelled familiarly comforting in a way that broke down all of Sunshine’s defences. Half asleep and not fully cognizant of their surroundings, they push themself deeper into the blanket burrow around them, instinctually chasing the fuzzy feeling of slowly waking up in the morning after a good, solid, rejuvenated night of sleep.

“Morning sleepyhead.” A familiarly husky voice; and the words don’t register, nothing but the groggy understanding that this voice emanated safety, understanding, and protection pulled Sunshine out of their dazed state. They push themselves up, rubbing their eyes to see Elliot standing there, morning hair unruly, beaming down at them. “You zonked out last night on my couch.”

Too groggy to come up with a retort, they lean into him as he sits next to them. He makes a noise of surprise, but otherwise lifts his arm to allow them to press into his side. “You’re oddly snuggly Sunshine,” He chuckles, pulling them closer, “And you fall asleep every time we hang out, am I that boring?” They half-heartedly slap his chest, feeling his chuckles reverberate through them. They sit there, in silence, simply enjoying the slow mornin in each others presence before Elliot clears his throat awkwardly.

“Anyways, uh, how was your sleep last night?”

“Good,” They mumble, “Slept well.” No nightmares, no dreams at all, actually rested. Better than they had all month

“That’s uh-that’s good.”

“Only ever sleep well when you’re around.” Still sleep-addled and fueled by the simple wants of the heart, they bring their arms to wrap around his torso, mumbling sleepily against his chest, “Maybe you’re magic.”

As they drift off back into a dreamless sleep, Elliot’s hands move to pull them in closer. Pressing a kiss to the crown of their head, he whispers, his voice impossibly soft, yearning dripping from his words, “Just for you, Sunshine.”

#redacted elliot #elliot redacted #redacted asmr #redacted audio #the balance redacted #no. 1 fan of reuniting elliot and sunshine PLEASE #fuck wlse do u tag lmfaoooo #silly writing stuff: redacted edition #yapping about elliot #my humble offerings

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crowleys-bentley-and-plants · 3 months

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gonna treat this site more like a blog and give updates on my writings because i noticed that if i get so much as one 'this sounds interesting' or 'cant wait to read' my brain short-circuits and spits out words in an hour that wouldve taken me a week to write otherwise

and with that, welcome to my wip rants :)

because i havent come up with better titles they are called The Ring (second coming fic) and Only Human (Crowley has lost his memories fic) lol and the former is mostly done, it only needs some editing but im saving that till after my exams because i know it's gonna be time-consuming. The latter however is still in full plotting mode and today i outlined all of chapter 8 (except for the flashbacks lol im ignoring the flashbacks) which i think is very nice :)

#did i work on the outline instead of studying? maybe but life's too short to not be completely consumed by good omens :)#yes yes i know going back to studying now :(#also im gonna make tags for these two wips cause why not lol #The Ring #Only Human #i think the updates will be mostly about only human cause im not sure if i'll continue with the ring but we'll see hahah #it's just im not really liking it so far #also i really need a beta reader lol but i also cant handle criticism so maybe not the best idea lol #but ahhh i need someone to tell me what's wrong with it😭#ramble gamble

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heart2beom · 1 year

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Hellooo I’ve said this as an anon before but I absolutely love your writing! Unrelated, but I was wondering if you have any Beomgyu fic recommendations? I read everything I could in the long post containing fic recs on your previous 4beomy account and I loved every single one of them, but now I can’t find anything left so I’m just rereading my faves LOL Thank you! (And also, thank you for writing! Again, your fics make me so happy)

You’re sooo sweet, thank you for complimenting me not once but TWICE 😭😭?? In terms of recs, I honestly have no idea if I’ve read anything much lately so I had to quickly cruise through my likes both on here and my old blog 😭

I present to you the list of beomgyu fics I’ve decently enjoyed (hopefully no repeats from my other list):

-> Message in a Bottle by @delacyrose224

very cute stuff, best friends to lovers...everyone knows at this point, but i'll forever express my love for this basic ass trope (i literally have a full list of books for b2l. the best romance books come from this trope!!!). one thing i loved about this fic is the portrayal of beomgyu-- just a genuinely good guy. the way he was discreet about his jealousy instead of making a whole deal about it, like fuck i love a mature, healthy dynamic, its so freaking cute

-> Night In by @tqmies

a dark fic, but its so good. i especially liked the fantasy element/twist on a common trope. everything about this is well written but the ending will give you some heebie jeebies (cant believe i just used that) its some fucked up shit 😭 um but b2l beomgyu!! (shoot me in the head)

-> A Recipe for Love by @tinietaehyun

who doesnt love a good old b2l beomgyu roommate fluff!?!?! it's soooo freaking cute i swear i never giggled so much 😭 this writer in general is very good with words and imagery, it's incredibly vivid.

-> how could you not know? by @angelbythewindow

have you noticed the pattern? yeah, it's another b2l. i LOVED the use of flashbacks here and the cute usage of the childhood "beanpole" nickname like shut up do you want me to die? the emotions here were OVERPOWERING. i felt everything beomgyu felt, felt everything mc felt, it was just sosososososo well written.

-> Why We (Don't) Work by @cafeseoulmate

haha. definitely not another b2l!!! i never included this on my other blog's rec list (bcs i dont think it was out at the time) but it is my most recent reblog on 4beomy so i'm fairly sure you've seen it. but regardless, for anyone else who's looking for beomgyu fics, please please please READ THIS. i wouldn't say it's a plot sort of story, it builds off of a lot of flashbacks and whatnot, but that's what makes it so great. like you get a feel for their relationship, why both characters just wouldn't work out (hence the title) but then the more you read the more you're like...alright... YOU KNOW?? like fuck, i almost teared up by the end it was such a cute love confession. a must read for all the bamtoris.

-> slam dunk, lover boy by @qqtxt

just absolutely cute stuff. check out everything from this blog, just binge, you're guaranteed fluffy cuteness. nothing really happens between the two here, but its still really cute and ykw i wanted some change here, so this is a sprinkle of e2l beomgyu

-> Stood Up by @imaginidol

okay, it's angst, i'll be straight up. but idk it was an enjoyable read, even though a little sad at the end 😭

-> Moonflower by @sleeping-sirens

really sweet short stuff, i love beomgyu i swear

-> somniferous confessions by @gyu-xiao

i don't usually read bulleted fics (this is the only one i've read actually 😭) but this is worth the read. i genuinely squealed a few times, giggled like tons, it was so adorable i loved it.

-> be my date by @blossom-hwa

honestly a little bit of a blur, i read this ages ago, but it's good because blossom hwa wrote it like trust me.

-> i know i love you by @universecorp

tried really hard to not include smut but this is definitely a little more plot driven than it is smut, it's sweet. a little angsty but i love it. smut at the end is definitely skippale, just concluding it as the fact that they made love is cute enough too 😭

-> check yes, juliet by @fairyofthestar

-> Yours Truly by @boba-beom

so so freaking cute. we're back with the b2ls but who cares, we all know it fits him so well!!!

-> old friend by @hueningshaped

a little bit of a spin on the fake dating trope and i love it. exes pretending to be lovers? hello? i'm so happy the ending wasn't hard hitting 😭

Fics I'm looking forward to read:

-> The Case by @tinietaehyun

not beomgyu centered but idk i love everything this person has written so far so i'm going to tackle this series. give it a read, i'm sure this'll give someone a good mindfuck since it is a detective series 😭

-> Ashen by @writingmochi

i think i might read this tonight actually, but yeah definitely check this one out. i can sniff out a great writer when i see one!!!!

-> Newsflash! by @ijhyo

teaser has me hooked, like everything about the secret identity...yeah, will wait on it.

-> This Love by @delacyrose224

ive always thought a beomgyu and taehyun love triangle would be a recipe for a perfect fic like… it just makes so much sense because theyre so different in personalities and that clash is just a perfect storm for a love triangle. so i will be reading 🙏 plus, it’s decently long! does it get any better?

Hopefully I got you covered for a couple of days anon 😭 I'll go back to reblogging recommended fics again once I get my shit together at uni, too many good writers out here 💔

#also howd you go through that fic rec list #90% of the links are broken 😭?!?!

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gold-rhine · 2 months

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For the fic title game, "Breaking into heaven to settle a score"? Or "Electric heart".

Is there a particular style of fic titles that you wouldn't want people to request BTW? I know some people who are deathly allergic to "Five times [character] lied and one time they didn't" type fic titles LOL.

hmmmm, breaking into heaven gives me beef with celestia, but the settle a score is not giving me epic "tearing down kingdoms in revenge" tone of neuvi or tsaritsa full-on wars. more like targeted infiltration. traveler after finishing world tour and learning full tea to pay back for separating with abyss sibling? actually wait, kaeya ocean 11-ing a heist into heaven "for profit and magic artifacts", but its actually for khaenriah

electric heart should be about electro character and also sounds too much like "electra heart", i cant unsee it, and i dont think there is currently any electro who fits that album :\ maybe when fischl grows up and becomes theater kid toxic lesbian

about styles, i don't really care, but you can actually choose character names, i have to decide myself

#rhine talks

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thithesandofferings · 2 years

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Sorry sorry i didnt want to make a whole fic so here are my rambling thought THIS IS SO NASTY IM SO-

In regards to this post here

not proofread because i dont wanna die again reading it

MINORS DNI 18+: Threesomes, Daddy kink, throat fucking, slight degradation- reader is getting a dicking of a lifetime.

The 3 baddies of Shinra sharing and you think you know what you're getting into. You think you can handle them- but you cant. You realize this on hour three when they switch positions again and dont seem to want to stop. Their stamina is out of this world and by now youre limbs are numb. But Genesis still drills his cock into you, grabbing your face and smooshing your cheeks - cooing at the copious drool that escapes your open mouth.

Makes your jaws tighten around Sephiroth as he slowly thrust into your mouth. Green half- lidded eyes stare at you and for a moment, you're afraid he really will eat you. He's chuckling because he saw your nervousness when he pressed his wet cock against your cheek. And now your head is hanging from the bed- easier access while he grabs your throat so he can move it up and down his length. "Look at how good you're taking my cock, I know you like it when I use you- come on show me how much. Use your tongue more" Hearing the gluck gluck only makes you tighten around Genesis and listen to him hiss. They think you looks so pretty underneath them, bruised up and soaked by their dicks. "Come on gorgeous, show them how well you can take my cock".Doesnt help at all when Angeal is eating you from where you and genesis are connected, catching every bit of liquid. Sucking and bruising the perimeter of your hole. Sticks another two fingers inside you, because sharing is caring. It has Genesis fucking you harder when Angeal licks up against his length tasting you. Spits down where you two meet just so he can hear how wetter you get. Theyre so mean to you, wont let you come until you've begged with your body enough. Ass heated and bruise because you forgot Angeals title. But he understands you're getting fucked dumb so he'll teach you to call him Daddy until it sticks. Even if he chastises that its "improper to talk with your mouth full" and to "Thank Daddy for cleaning up your mess" Sephiroth not letting you catch a breath when he's deep inside, going at an inhuman pace, just so he can see you cry a little so overwhelmed and so overstimulated. Doesnt give him a reason to stop though.

"Think our toy likes to be played with hm" But Genesis isnt even talking to you, they havent been all night. Calling you doll and sweetheart, carrying on with the same tone when he calls you his little slut. Smacking your cheek a little when you glower at him. He wants respect and he wants you to earn it. Keep being bratty and he wont come inside you, no matter how much you plead. Making comments about your body that has you heating up and gushing. Acting as if you werent there. Kissing and licking against each other while they used every hole you had. Coming on you and inside of you- marking you as theirs. Manhandle you into a position they want- regardless of the whines, they know you'll like it anyways. Take what they give you. But even then they want you to beg for it a little.

#i really played myself #ff7 #ff7 remake #final fantasy headcanon #thithesandofferings #sephiroth #genesis #angeal #angeal hewley x reader #sephiroth x reader #genesis x reader #ff7 rebirth #ff7 crisis core #final fantasy vii #churchboxconfession

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slightecho · 17 days

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Ooooo boy I got tagged by @childlikegoblinqueen and @fynn-arcana thank y’all 🥰

RULES: make a new post with the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Ashes: just posted chapter 36! We’re coming up on the beginning of the end and I think I’m still on track to have about 45 or 46 chapters total at the end of it all. Also one more major interlude left to go! 👀

The Caleb Files: The prequel story to Ashes. The story of Caleb, Evelyn, growing up too fast, and the lie that burned everything down. There’s only one thing written for this so far and a playlist started

Halloween Pt. 3: lmao I had more ideas of random funny shenanigans after returning to Willow’s sleepover in Ashes that didn’t end up making it into the Final Cut bc it was already such a beast. I might release it as a silly one shot bonus later

Untitled Bungo Stray Dogs Heathers AU: uhhhhh toxic af soukoku fic where Chuuya is Veronica and Dazai is JD. I killed off Kouyou. Probably perpetually unfinished tbh. Wasn’t posted anywhere so it lives in my google docs forever

Ellie/Elowyn AU: my girlfriend and i made up a Grimwalker OC that was accidentally made from Evelyn instead of Caleb, and was one of the unfinished grims left behind in the mud by Belos. Hunter finds her when helping Darius catalogue palistrom wood left behind in the lab and now Huntlow has a grimwalker child! And boy she is FULL Clawthorne 😳

Don’t Form Voltron Under the Bed: (retches) I hate how this ended up. I cringe. I don’t want to look at it. (Markiplier voice) “If i could kill it, I would. But legally I cant.” I never wrote the last chapter and I’m sorry but idk if I ever will because I have a visceral reaction to any mention of Voltron now

The First Golden Guard: concept only. based on the route I thought the Golden Guard and Caleb/Evelyn Lore would take. Involves mindscape and time pool shenanigans and would actually take place post-finale

Tagging other fic writerssss okkkk @silvvergears @oh-cramity-its-amity @moroser @unniebeans @rfswitchart @willowsz-plantsz and if there’s anyone I forgot 😅

#echo writes #echo tags #hooray #toh ashes au

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laylajeffany · 5 months

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Hi! As you can probably guess, I completely love Chaos, and I have a few more questions. Thanks for the playlist by the way, it’s been all I’ve listened to since you linked it. Sorry for all the questions, I’m just curious.

1) In the Spotify playlist, the first song is “Sea, swallow me”. Is that song referenced somewhere in the fic, or does it just give off a general Chaos vibe? I’ve been trying to remember if it was mentioned somewhere but cant recall. As an additional Note, it is my new favourite song, so thanks!

2) You mentioned that all the OCs appearances are physically based on real people. Who are Dr Zypher, Emiliana and Holly-Jane based on? Is Emiliana based off of Eva Green, because thats how I imagine her. You’ve done an excellent job with the OCs, they’re just so perfect.

3) When you describe clothing, do you make them up in your mind or doe they actually exist? I get that some, like the custom ordered dresses in the latest chapter, must be made up, but are some of them real? Do you have some Pinterest board with all of their clothes just to keep track? 😂

4) How do you find time to write? I write 1000 words for my fic every day, and it takes me about an hour. 50K chapters in 2 weeks is a miracle. Do you sleep?

I’ve probably forgotten a question or two, so I hope you don’t mind if I ask more in the future😅

Thank you for all you do, I’ve never been so invested in a fic before. Just remember to relax and take breaks when you need it, don’t force yourself to write on 2 hours sleep!

I am happy to answer questions about Chaos for the Fly, the writing process, and other fic/writing related things. Thank you for your interest! 1. I think I referenced near the beginning somewhere that Wednesday had discovered some music on her own outside of classical when she accepted an algorithm to suggest songs for her. It had been 80s imports of some kind - and that was probably the one that I had in mind, even if it wasn’t mentioned specifically. There’s probably a few songs that weren’t actually mentioned by name but were alluded to in the fic - meaning I didn’t say the title in dialogue, but had something playing in the background for myself, and there you have it. 2. You have opened a VERY DANGEROUS can of worms with this question, lmfao.

You are a dead ringer for Emiliana! That’s Eva Green, 100%, the ONLY person who could play the role. It would be like a touch of Penny Dreadful for the out-of-her-damn-mind demon possession vibes, but mostly, just as herself (she’s cray and I love how socially awkward and accidentally funny she is in interviews) not so much Vanessa Ives. Eva Green has worked with Tim Burton a ton of times and wouldn’t even need a single line of direction in this role. Emi is SO easy to write because she is pure chaos both in physicality, mentally, her linguistics, her magic, and personality. I honestly think she’s one of the characters I’m saddest isn’t real because she’d fit in to drive Wednesday absolutely MAD as her big bird. I have a feeling we’re not going to explore Raven lore in S2 and the two of them trying to figure out their powers together, after Emiliana spent half her life suffering alone, has been some of my favorite parts of the fic to write. I always write scenes with Emiliana the fastest. Her love of Beanie Babies and bad influence is entirely, too much fun. Her voice is so easy and she will never truly understand American idioms.

Dr. Zypher is AMY ADAMS, because GAY-ME, for Amy Adams. She’d absolutely crush the role, the fact that she doesn’t have a closet full of Oscars is just despicable (6 time nominee bro). SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL and I don’t think anyone ever lets her sing enough in movies. Put this woman in some broadway revival of an old musical and you’ll catch me personally saving the economy from collapse by taking the train up to see her every weekend. She's so adaptable and different in any role, and I just feel like she’d volley SO WELL with JO’s Wednesday. She's a professional who understands character layers that sweet and angsty Josie requires.

Dr. Holly is Emily Blunt plucked right from the Jungle Cruise movie in terms of how she’s styled but a far cry from her character there with her boldness - even if they would likely have competing career ambitions. ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN EMILY BLUNT IN ALL THE SUITS IN THE NEW NETFLIX PAIN HUSTLER MOVIE? I’m deceased. This is a ghost writing. Holly is really in the story 1) because I needed a plot line for Larissa, post-transformation, that didn’t involve Wednesday and was TRAGIC but beautiful and could GO SOMEWHERE, and2) we REALLY do need something to stabilize the molecular structure of shifting-type Outcasts, and 3) it helped give some context as to how desperate Larissa was to hire Normie "Thornhill" and why she took that chance against her usually better judgement- so there she was! Emily Blunt is a CLASS. ACT. In everything she does and I imagine her in a scene with Gwendoline COULD NEVER exist because it would be too powerful, solve all the world’s problems, and capitalism would break, societies would collapse. It could never happen. It wouldn’t be safe. Here’s her glow up, from fresh-out-of-the jungle, to letting Larissa buy her some new clothes and maybe letting her hair down every now and then, to nerdy botanist bombshell, at the New Nevermore Network, helping her girl rebuild things to be a more fair society for Outcasts. GORGE.

ARE THESE ALL JUST WOMEN IN THEIR MID 40s THAT I HAVE A BIG LESBIAN CRUSH ON? YEAH, YEAH THEY ARE. There’s obviously more for staff at Nevermore and the Network but I have a solid 5k to get to writing still this evening. The rest of my OCs are pretty minor (well villain aside), and I don’t really care enough about any man to spend the time looking for pictures of /boys/. These are the 3 OCs that are featured the most, anyway. Some day I’ll find enough energy to do the rest. I have extreme face-blindness when I read, and the ONLY WAY I can thusly write an OC is if my beta makes a powerpoint presentation for me with an actor/ress in mind for me to visualize in the role. When I tell ya, she hit the nail on the head with those three above? Unbelievable. Another favorite not-OC, but someone I HARDCORE RECASTED FOR THIS would be Granny Frump. We went from Margaret Hamilton (OG Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz) in the 1960s Addams Family, which is EXCELLENT CASTING, but to fit the more modern-era Wednesday 2022 adaptation, and to give a flair of the drama as to perhaps where Morticia “gets it from,” I decided to cast someone only two years older than Catherine Zeta-Jones to give that “Frump Homespun Magic” storyline some weight of ‘the potions and beauty charms work’ and went with a non-actress, for the aesthetics (though she could KILL IT her appearances are small), and that is the one and only, What Not To Wear’s Stacy London.

Like IMAGINE that matching vibe with CZJ’s Morticia? Stacy has similar build/some features in common, and with the all black hair BUT WITH HER SIGNATURE gray stripe? Iconic. (And that was also Grandpa “Clint’s” backstory last chapter, as in Stacy and Clinton’s dramatic saga. HEY - IF YOU DONT HAVE INSIDE JOKES WITH YOUR BETA in your writing, what’s the point??) Stacy’s voice and CZJ’s Morticia voice together would be SO GRATING and Wednesday would just be so in-her-element between them, I LIVE. 3. I usually just visualize what I’d want the characters to wear! I don’t often have picture inspiration - though sometimes I am writing and it says in bold highlight DESCRIBE THE DRESS - TRACEY FIND ME A DRESS, and she sends me some pictures to go through so I can just describe a garment without having to make it up. I don’t have a Pinterest I’d be willing to share. It’s just a binder full of women in a way that would probably unsettle most.

4. I usually write about 2-2.5k an hour if that is all I’m focused on. I probably average 4-9k on a work day without a second job or social obligation after work, and the most I’ve ever written on a single day that I had no work, other ‘sponserbilities, or social plans was 21k. On an average weekend with like one thing to do during the day and some chores and relaxation time not writing, I probably go around 14-16k per day. At the same time I started this fic, I set a new year resolution to myself to only work my contracted hours, so with the exception of a few crazy times in the school year - like conferences - I work from 8:00-15:30 M-F, and I live a three minute walk from my school, so I don’t even lose time commuting. I also stopped working on weekday evenings on the side in August, and starting in 2024 will not be doing any extra side work at all. I don’t sleep great but I do try! :) Thanks for the questions! I've been meaning to give some faces to those 3 OCs. I strongly encourage you to print out pictures of them and post them on your fridge, you will be 100% happier if you do.

#chaos for the fly #layla answers fic questions

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shukakumoodboard · 4 months

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6, 8, & 11 for the fanfic asks :3

oho. anonymous georg enables me again. i love u

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

my gawd. the hardest fuckign question tbh. part of me wants to say the enemies-to-lovers kamakura period japan longfic i've tentatively titled bushidō, but that still requires a lot of plotting and like. kelbrain, before i can even begin writing it sdklghdlkf. i want to give it my full creative power and, considering my fanfic capacities pre- and during- my current degree, i think i might actually try to turn my attention to my two collab fics! shan't say the authors rn, but i don't think they'll be a surprise to those who know me when they're finally done and posted lol

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

i mean i could also say bushidō but that's a sellout because i just discussed that in the last question so i shall also say i should like to try my hand at my sole gaaleesbians wip, thread of deepest scarlet, heart of shining pearl, which is, as you may guess from the title references, is a salem witch trial puritans au. behold:

Gaara’s crimson red lips sang poisonous, blasphemous hymns, and she wanted nothing else. “I can,” she breathed. “I would show you, in all your loveliness, such wonders, if you wish it.” For if Gaara was the serpent in the Garden, she was Eve, and in that parable, it was she doomed to succumb to temptation; her weakness preordained, this was her Apple and the ways of wickedness were already within her, and so. “Please.” And so, she let Gaara consume her.

#cant write smut ive got catholic guilt anyway, i've never written Da Lebbiesiasnsns, and i've never written historical fiction, so we shall see if i am All Powerful or not

11. Would you like to try any new fanfic genres or tropes this year?

help all of these questions are related. i want to try historical fiction as seen in the previous answers! most of the other things i have on the brain are things i've at least dipped my toes in.

thank you so much for asking <3

quite literally offering u free snippets for the right questions yall

#fictalk #gaalee #writing gronp hours #text #thank you sm i get such a kick from answering questions it makes my day

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petertingle-yipyip · 8 days

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POOKIE now that the album has been out for a while what are your fav songs????

me personnally i cant pick they all already mean sm to me😭😭

once i saw it was a DOUBLE ALBUM i decided to wait till i had enough time to listen in full so i will listen right now and pull a you and give live ratings! (skip to the bottom for an overall feeling)

fortnight 8/10 - this is so ex coded holy “i love you and it’s ruining my life” literally of her relationships at some point, wow. i will say that post is an interesting collab for this type of song but i don’t hate it

the tortured poets department 6/10 - i liked the bridge (i think that’s what it is) the best. lyrically it’s good but not my fave and saying that ab the title track i hope doesn’t get me yelled at by anyone

my boy only breaks his favorite toys 9/10 - i claimed this one from the tracklist so i knew i was gonna like it. the best she stays with as she sings the title is perfect for an edit

down bad 7.5/10 - i didn’t expect her to come out cussing at me, okay ms swift. not a skip but not a daily listen either. crying at the gym is relatable though

so long, london 8/10 - i used this as a fic title lol but the cadence really shows how angry/tired she was by the time they split. the lyrics here are so powerful too. her imagery is always so beautiful

but daddy i love him 6/10 - idk why but this just doesn’t resonate with me the way i thought it would. still good though but i wouldn’t save it turn it on from my own phone

fresh out the slammer 9/10- having that one person who is your immediate thought, the driving force behind you, your everything is all i want and that yearning keeps me up at night

florida!! 4/10- nothing about this song drew me in 🫣

guilty as sin? 8/10 - “i choose you and me religiously” so matt murdock coded

who’s afraid of little old me? 10/10 - SO ex coded and rep coded “i was gentle, i was tame till the circus life made me mean” or “you wouldn’t last an hour in the asylum where they raised me” TELL ME THAT ISNT OUR GIRL EXODUS

i can fix him (no really i can) 6.5/10 - me with every fictional man i come across the “ woah, maybe i can’t” at the end is crazy, basically agreeing that he was such a mess but i was hoping to like this one a little more

loml 9/10- joe put her through it, holy shit

i can do it with a broken heart 10/10 - immediately can tell she was writing about herself performing from another perspective and i love the juxtaposition of a pop-dance type beat with these tougher lyrics “i cry a lot but im so productive” is literally me

the smallest man who ever lived 7.8/10 - the title feels like the inverse of the “loudest woman this town has ever seen” lyric and to me, it really highlights got she was always this icon whereas he was always ducking and dodging and not willing to live in that spotlight with her

the alchemy 5/10 - i feel like the message of this song went right over my head

clara bow 6/10 - it’s a cute song that (i think) documents the growth of her career and maybe the comparisons/comments she gotten as she’s worked and how people compare new stars to her

the black dog 5/10- it doesn’t really resonate with me

imgonnagetyouback 8.5/10 - is this the one some people are saying is similar to get him back! by liv? bc the only similarity i hear is the concept of not knowing if you’re gonna rekindle or beat the shit out of your ex

the albatross 8.5/10 - it’s like she knows exodus and elektra. “she is here to destroy you” but i think this is another way of her reclaiming her image/reputation through acknowledging and challenging what men/media say about her

chloe or sam or sophia or marcus 8.8/10 - honestly idk what ab this song but it’s so beautiful. i can’t explain it but its like a ballroom dance

how did it end? 9/10 - this song gives the vibes of a movie scene where two people are on swings at the night and then suddenly, one swing is empty (but still going) and the other person is just teetering on their toes

so high school 5/10 - gives me early ts vibes and it’s cute but not really me

i hate it here 7/10- not my favorite but i do like the beat

thanK you aIMee 6/10 - this is directed at KIM or am i tripping? also the guitar reminds me of debut era for some reason

i look in peoples windows 7.5/10 - this song is yearning, wanting to see that person just one more time and its me wondering if i’ll see my ex again, just to know what’d happen if he saw me again after everything he’s said to me

the prophecy 9/10 - i really love the chorus

cassandra 5/10 - didn’t really stick out to me and became background noise 🫣

peter 7.8/10 - its really cute and ik it’s probably more of a peter pan reference but the editors need to get on it and do peter x mj

the bolter 8.7/10 - i was not reviled by anyone except my own father so (we’re better now though) but i do run from intimacy

robin 6/10 - slow, sweet, cute little song

the manuscript 9/10- instantly loved it (forgot what else i wanted to say here)

overall, is a lyrically beautiful album. there’s so much emotion in the music and her delivery. her imagery is so beautiful as always. personally, i won’t say i love it but it is so so impactful. releasing 31 songs in one project is unheard of so i tip my hat to her ability to tell these stories with such grace and eloquence through such a marathon of an album. i like that you can hear bits of her previous albums in some of the songs and it is a very mature project imo. you can tell how much this meant to her and how much of herself she’s poured out. its an overall ~7.8/10 for me but i would recommend everyone to give it a listen

#fallingfavourites #en talks: music #the tortured poets department #taylor swift ttpd

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draconeye45 · 28 days

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Wip fic snippet for my Animaniacs/httyd au (Ebon Wings, ao3- On Ebon Wings - Chapter 1 - dharak101 - Animaniacs [Archive of Our Own])! Posting it partly because I want to know what ppl think of it. Also, just in case anyone who follows this tag is also following the fic, I want them to know that the fic is being worked on (I'm just taking things a little easier now when it comes to updating compared to the past) Not entirely sure if this segment will be in ch 3 or in ch4. But I already like it a lot. The segment below V

( Wakko squinted down at the infuriated dragon.

The Night Fury tried to fly once again, awkwardly titled to one side, fell, and created a new trench in the ground. He - Wakko wasn’t entirely sure how he knew that the dragon was male - rolled back upright. Then threw his vast wings wide and roared at the sky.

The sound was full of raw anger and frustration. Wakko felt as though the sound was reverberating in his bones.

Frowning, Wakko started to scratch a drawing in the dirt.

He hadn’t fully processed it the day he’d freed the dragon; but it once again occurred to Wakko that the Night Fury’s attempts to fly seemed stilted and off.

More than off; it seemed that the dragon couldn’t fly at all.

Glancing from his drawing to the Night Fury, Wakko realized he’d automatically given him two tail fins…

Probably as the dragon had two fins on his hips. And so it would only follow that there would be two on his tail. Except -

Wakko leaned forward a little as the Night Fury once again tried and failed to fly, this time crashing into the shallows of the cove’s small lake.

It…kinda looks like he only has one?

Not possessing the same extremely sharp vision as Yakko, Wakko wasn’t entirely sure he was seeing correctly. He leaned even further over the edge, trying to see better -

Then his hands slipped, and a startled canine bark escaped his throat as Wakko pitched over the edge of the cliff. He tried to grasp the edge and haul himself back up, only for his hands to slip. He proceeded to frantically claw at the vertical side of the cove as he fell, his blunt claws ineffectually scraping the stone.

Wakko briefly felt relief when he managed to grab a vine growing from between the rocks; only for the vine to snap, and he fell another couple feet before hitting the ground.

He landed heavily on his back, Wakko’s lungs seizing as the air was violently knocked out of him. He frantically wheezed, trying to regain his breath.

Luckily, he was both very sturdy and a toon. Two things that afforded him some degree of inherent protection compared to a human.

He’d squeezed his eyes shut. When he opened them again, Wakko was greeted with the sight of the Night Fury; ears down, slinking closer on careful paws, orange eyes narrowed.

With a barely audible gasp, Wakko wriggled onto his side and got up on all fours. Then he clumsily tried to back up, tail hovering between his legs. He couldn’t help but slightly bare his teeth.

The Night Fury slowed, then stopped. He canted his spadelike head to one side. The dragon’s orange eyes stayed narrowed, but Wakko almost felt he was being studied.

Maybe I am?

Wakko recalled the intelligent glint he’d seen in those eyes before. How the dragons in the Kill Ring had almost looked to be acting in defense.

Wakko blew a shaky breath. He forced his lips to relax, ceasing to bare his teeth, and very carefully sat down on his haunches.

Then he carefully watched the dragon. )

-So, yeah. These guy's first proper meeting is going to be a bit different than in the movie.-

#animaniacs #animanics 2020 #ao3 writer #ao3 link #ao3 fanfic #animaniacs fanfiction #fic wip #httyd animaniacs au #httyd fanfiction #wakko warner

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raeharmonia · 8 months

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I Won't Say Im In Love 🎩🌻

Author's note: this fic is a fic about my Lyney x oc ship (yeah this is an ocxcanon fic) also apologies if the pacing and grammar is weird im not that good at writing yet 😔 Also this is my first time posting my writing in tumblr i tried my best with the formatting so yeah thats it i hope you like it qwq

Tags: fluff (i think), Amaranthe being in denial, basically the whole fic is based on I Won't Say Im In Love from Hercules (hence the title), semi-proofread

That Cheshire cat smile, those glinting lilac eyes, and piercing yet gentle gaze, they wouldn't get off of her mind.

Ever since the magic show that Lyney performed for her birthday at the estate, she felt something warm and fuzzy inside of her chest. She quickly ignores it thinking the feeling will go away.

She was wrong.

Every waking hour, her mind lingers on the thought of his gaze and charming antics, the way those precious compliments that she hold so dear slip out of his lips, and the feeling after he softly plants a kiss on the back of her hand.

She snaps out of her trance only to see the magician's figure that she subconsciously sketched on her sketchbook. Flustered, Amaranthe slams the book close before shoving a cookie on her mouth furiously in hopes of these thoughts to go away, cursing herself for thinking such things.

"Watcha thinking about there Amaranthe? You seemed a bit troubled there.. And flustered."

Charlotte questions the artist from across the room.

"Have you paid the rent yet, roommate?"

Amaranthe says, speaking while her mouth full. The Steambird journalist smirks playfully before sitting down next to her.

"Dont even try avoiding the question, Amaranthe. Something is clearly on your mind, dont even try to deny it either."

Amaranthe stayed silent while chewing on the pastry, she then swallows it and speaks with a flustered look.

"Ok fine, I've been thinking about Mr. Lyney—"

"YOU ARE?! DO YOU HAVE FEELINGS FOR HIM?!"

Charlotte exclaimed as she slams her hands on top of the table, a wide grin spreads across her face.

"No no no no no NO! I- its not like that..!" Amaranthe tries to maintain her composure, bringing her hair to cover up her crimson red cheeks.

"Your face says otherwise though." Amaranthe glared at Charlotte, signaling her to stop teasing. The painter sighs before reopening her sketchbook and stares at her sketch of the magician's familiar face. Charlotte gasp out of surprise, pointing at the drawing trying not to laugh.

"You're clearly in love with him, i wont blame you though, he's very charming."

"Im not in love with him! There's no way im in love with a nincompoop like him!"

Amaranthe yelled with a flustered look painted across her face, she sighs before closing the sketchbook. She stands up from her seat and walks towards the door.

"C'mon Charlotte, we cant be late for the twins' magic show."

"Welcome one and all to Lyney and Lynette's magic show!"

The crowd cheers, enthusiastic comments can be heard amongst the crowd, Amaranthe sat on her front row seat, looking at the young magician's purple eyes.

The young painter observes his every move, the sleight of his hands, and the way the corner of his lips curves up into a wide grin as he hears he audience's amused reactions. Lyney then meet Amaranthe's gaze, sending butterflies into her stomach, she felt her fingers curl against the soft red cushions of her seat. She averted her eyes away from him, trying to maintain her composure.

Oh archons, she hated how much he makes her feel this way.

She continues watching the performance, every single trick the magicians pull never cease to amaze her, she finds herself gasping and clapping with awe while a faint smile spread across her lips.

The twins then take their final bows and descend into the curtains, before the crowd gather at the opera house's entrance to take their leave.

Amaranthe was about to set foot on the outdoors when a familiar voice calls out her name, she turned around to face him with a curious painted on her face.

Once Lyney caught up with her, he takes a few moments to catch his breath before meeting her eyes with a wide grin on his face.

"Amaranthe! How was the show, my lady?"

"The show is fantastic as always, Mr. Lyney. You and Ms. Lynette's tricks never failed to surprise me."

"Thank you, my lady! Say, would you like a special trick just for you before you and your friend depart?" The magician said with a charming smile.

A trick just for her? Amaranthe would be lying if she says that she isn't interested, so she nodded. Lyney grinned wider before proceeding to pull out a card that has a flower imprinted on it, Amaranthe tilted her head in curiosity. Then, at the sleight of his hand, the card dissappeared and a Rainbow rose took its place.

"For you, my lady." Lyney said with a soft smile.

Amaranthe looks at the flower as her cheeks grow warmer and waer by the minute, she heard him let out a soft chuckle as soon as he caught sight of her reddening face.

"Th- thanks." She takes the Rainbow rose and twirls it in between her fingers to admire its beauty.

Then suddenly, Lyney gave Amaranthe a quick peck on her cheek. When he pulled away, she gently stroked the spot of the kiss, looking at the magician with widened eyes.

"I think i should take my leave now. See you tomorrow, my lady Amaranthe."

Lyney then walked away to meet his waiting sister, Amaranthe stood there, watching his figure getting smaller and smaller before she can no longer see him from her sight.

So many thoughts crowded Amaranthe's confused mind. Her cheeks are warm and decorated with pink hues, her hands are trembling, and she feels like butterflies will burst out of her stomach.

"Ugh what's the matter with me.."

"You're in love that's what" Charlotte said with a wide grin.

Her teal eyed friend's voice startled her, snapping out her trance.

"I saw what happened Amaranthe. Admit it, you like Lyney. Wait no, admit that youre in love with him!"

"For the last time Charlotte, i am not! Plus, what made you come to the conclusion that im in love with him?!"

Charlotte puts on a mock thinking face. "Well first, you cant stop talking about him. Second, you always draw a doodle of him in your work notes and sketchbook. Dont even deny that one, i saw it with my very two eyes! Third, you smile very often around him! A- and the list goes on!"

Amaranthe exasperatedly sighs. "I definitely do not do those!"

"Uh well you do."

The yellow haired girl rolled her eyes before throwing away the rose and walking outside of the opera house. Charlotte luckily caught the rose and followed her.

"C'mon Amaranthe, it wont hurt to admit that you're in love! Its not like being in love with someone is taboo."

"He's a nincompoop. I will never be in love with a nincompoop like him." Amaranthe pouted.

The Steambird journalist sighs before giving her friend a pat on her shoulder. "Im impressed. Really! But unfortunately its not enough, Amaranthe. No matter how hard you try to conceal it, i know that you're in love with Lyney."

Amaranthe glared at her with a sharp look. "Seriously?"

Her look then softens when her gaze then went to the Rainbow rose that's on Charlotte's hand, on the rose that the magician handed to her. She even smiled at the sight of the flower.

"Look at yourself, Amaranthe! You're smiling!"

"No no no no im not! Just leave me alone!" Amaranthe then ran away from Charlotte, trying not to look at the rainbow roses that adorned the street.

She then sat down by the area near the dance floor of Copellia and Copellius, her favorite place of the Court's region. She watched the two automaton dancers elagant twists and twirls, their performance slowly calmed the troubled painter's soul.

Her childhood friend sat down next to her before showing her the flower, gesturing for her to take it.

"You can run away from me, Amaranthe. But, you cant run away from your feelings forever."

Amaranthe looked at her before taking the rose to her hand. She touches its delicate pink petals and take in its sweet scent, shades on pink spreads across her face as she looks back at the time when the flower was given to her.

Rainbow rose. Symbolizes passion and romantic encounters.

She then hid her face on her knees, curling up into a little ball.

"What am i going to do?"

Author's note: That's all guys! I really hope you guys liked it! I had a lot of fun making this! More Lymaranthe writings coming soon ^^

#Lymaranthe #oc x canon #charlee.e's writings

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paleairlesscompanion · 4 months

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Lost Sterek Fic Please Help!

TW: Fic contains past non-con/rape

I've posted this to Lost Fics in reddit but I'm desperate so posting here too.

I need help finding a Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale fic that I remember certain details/plot points of, but no idea what the title was. I've put the various layers of details I remember below. I've been trying to find it forever - please help me before I go insane!

GENERAL:

- Was definitely on ao3

- Was definitely third-person Stiles POV

- I THINK it was about 2000-2500 words but it could have been longer

- I read it several years ago, pre-2018 if not earlier

- Main premise was that Stiles had been sexually assaulted in his early teens but hadn't been able to process what happened to him as being actual rape. He is then triggered when being intimate with Derek, but Derek actually stops when he asks which brings the trauma to the surface. Derek explains that what had happened to Stiles wasn't his fault, hurt/comfort etc.

MAIN PLOT POINTS:

- Stiles and Scott go to party

- Stiles ends up being raped by older girl (starts as consensual making out)

- Girl gaslights Stiles 'of course you want this/all guys want sex'

- Stiles is ashamed, doesn't tell Scott or anyone else what happened

- Few years on, Stiles exaggerates his crush on Lydia Martin to hide his trauma around intimacy/sex

- Meets Derek (canonical age difference), and actually wants to be intimate with him

- They make out but Stiles is triggered and wants to stop

- Derek DOES stop, Stiles asks why, Derek says because Stiles told him to

- Derek respecting his 'no', when the highschool girl hadn't, brings all the trauma/confusion to the surface and Stiles panics and runs

- Derek goes after him, Stiles tells him about his assault, and Derek explains that what happened to Stiles was rape and that it wasn't his fault

- Stiles cries in Derek's arms, Derek is very protective/tender

Super specific details under the cut

SPECIFIC DETAILS:

- Stiles and Scott are early teens (middle school age?) and sneak out at night to go to a highschool party

- It is Scott's idea - Stiles is worried about how angry/disappointed his dad will he if he finds out but goes because his friend wants to

- Scott leaves Stiles alone at the party (I think to go off with some cute girl from one of their classes)

- Stiles feels awkward and out of place surrounded by popular older kids he doesn't know

- He is approached by a hot older girl, and is mostly very flattered that she's showing an interest in him when he's so young/'uncool'

- She is some kind of athlete on a school team

*(I could have sworn it was the girls volleyball team, but this hasn't narrowed my search results so now I'm not sure)*

- They end up in one of the bedrooms alone and begin making out on the bed

- Stiles cant believe this is happening and is excited and willing at first when it's just kissing

- She ends up on top of him and starts escalating from making out to full on sex

- Stiles becomes uncomfortable and wants her to stop -- I can't remember if he says 'no' or 'stop' or 'I don't want this' but he definitely protests

- She is too physically strong (athlete) for Stiles to push her off -- there's a line about Stiles realising the strength hidden in her toned body and being afraid instead of turned on

- She dismisses his protests -- says something about 'don't be silly, of course you want this'/makes a comment about how all guys want sex (may have also said something about it being his lucy day and/or how many boys can say they lost their virginity to a hot older girl? i.e. bragging rights)

- She stays on top of him and rapes him - he's gone into a Freeze response, not participating but unable to stop her

- I can't remember if he comes or not

- She leaves him there - says something like "you're welcome", definitely keeps up the whole 'not even considering he wasn't willing' thing

- It takes him a while to un-freeze, when he does he's shaken but he cleans and dresses himself

- He finds Scott downstairs all happy/blushing with the cute girl from earlier

- I think there's a line about how different Stiles feels from Scott i.e. they entered the party as dumb kids but now Stiles has been changed by his experience, while Scott has stayed the same

- Stiles does not tell anyone what happened

* he's been messed up by what she said to him, lots of self-doubt, like he must have reacted that way because there's something wrong with HIM. Possibly alluded to the whole 'men cant get raped' bullshit. Worried no one will believe he didn't want it *

- The next part is more general description of the next few years going into highschool (and Scott getting turned etc cannon stuff)

- Stiles is super uncomfortable with his peer's increasing focus on sex now that they're all older

- SUPER SPECIFIC LINE but I can't remember the exact wording, something about guys thinking about sex every 7(?) seconds, and that Stiles also thinks about it that often but for a very different reason (trauma)

- He's terrified of being intimate with anyone, but since everyone else is focused on dating/sex, he tries to appear that way so no one knows how fucked up/traumatised he feels about all of it

- It's common knowledge he's had a crush on Lydia since they were little kids so he plays it up his attraction to her (canonical stuff about everyone knowing he's infatuated with her, making embarrassing public declarations about her, etc.)

- She is a safe bet as he knows she would never go for him/reciprocate anything, and his antics stop anyone else from showing interest in him

- There's a line I can't remember the exact words to, something like 'everyone knew Stiles was in love with Lydia Martin, so of *course* he wanted to have sex with her'

- There's also mention of Scott meeting Alison, being super into her and all the PDA -- It makes Stiles feel nauseous (trauma response)

- I can't remember the particulars of how Stiles and Derek end up being interested in each other but they do

- They're in a room in the abandoned Hale house and are going to make out

- I'm pretty sure there's a bit about how Stiles actually wants Derek, and how significant that is when he hasn't been able to feel attraction since what had happened to him -- and he's psyching himself up because he WANTS this and he doesn't want to start feeling scared/disgusted/etc, he wants to be normal and enjoy being with the guy he likes

- They're making out, I can't remember if it's Derek being on top of him, or if Derek goes to put his hand over Stiles cock through his jeans, but something triggers Stiles

- I think there's a line that draws a parallel to him behing young and weak against the athletic rapist, and him being older/bigger now but even more helpless against a werewolf with supernatural strength

- He freezes and says something like 'no' or 'stop'

- Derek stops IMMEDIATELY, takes his hands off Stiles and moved back to give him space

- Stiles is still frozen but is even more thrown that Derek had actually listened and stopped

- I can't remember the exact wording of the exchange but Stiles asks why Derek stopped, and Derek answers because you told me to but like it's the most obvious thing in the world

- It brings up all the buried shit for Stiles, because if Derek listened to him now it means the girl should have listened to him back then and it overwhelms him and he runs out of the house to his jeep

- Derek doesn't understand but knows something is very wrong and goes after Stiles

- They end up in the Jeep together -- I THINK Derek catches up with the Jeep as it's driving through the woods and Stiles slams the breaks OR Stiles is so hysterical when he reaches the Jeep thar he can't get the keys into the ignition and Derek finds him there

- Derek is very slow with his movements getting in the car and doesn't touch Stiles

- Stiles eventually starts to spill everything about his assault, but the way he describes it is through the lens of all the fucked up self-blame he has had about it

- Derek becomes obviously furious, he's mad at the rapist but Stiles sees the anger and looks terrified as though Derek is going to do something to HIM (trauma response)

- Derek deliberately calms himself because he does not want to spook Stiles

- Again, I don't remember the particulars but Derek gently explains that Stiles was assaulted, that it wasn't his fault, that it never should have happened to him, that she should have listened

- He ends up holding Stiles while he sobs and I THINK there's mention that he's going to encourage Stiles to tell his dad

#lost fic #lost sterek fic #sterek fic #sterek #stiles x derek #teen wolf #TW: Rape

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hey! im actually really interested in your writing process tbh. i know you have a graveyard full of fic ideas, but how do you go about it when the inspiration strikes? do you stop what you're doing and write it down straight away? or do you let it process in your head for a few days?

whats happening up there in the lottiecrabie control room?

🖤 lastnightwaskindofablur (this is my second account and you cant send asks from it so i have go to anon-mode? literally why?!)

i am rubbing my feet together like a cricket after reading this ask Oh i love talking about my writing process. thank you for asking!!

it depends, but in general if i have an idea even if it’s vague i note it down in my Hot Sauce List which is just. a collection of ideas i keep if i don’t know what to write and also to have the satisfaction of checking a wip. for example you might recognize some of these titles lmao

most of the ideas in hot sauce are things i am almost 100% sure i won’t actually get around to writing, but i like to keep if i ever lack inspiration. i already instinctively know which ones i'm interested in actually writing and i start them by just going at it. every single one of my graveyard fics was just something i sprouted out of my brain quickly with little plan beyond the vague lines or themes or faraway scenes i might have thought of. galatea, take one started as just this jack and lorde inspired fic with the theme of cheating, and i wrote the first few scenes completely aimless. i didn't find the overarching plot until, as i've said, i randomly stumbled onto the concept of galatea for a song. pfms1 and pfms2 i wrote in a sitting with just Religious kink in head.

but then, if i write it more or start daydreaming about it regularly, i end up with very precise plans. they're always changing as i delete the parts i've written and add new ideas as i think them. for example, here's a few of the evolutions the linecook smut went through.

the paragraphs i make is something i do to separate the smut into mini-scenes and tell myself i'll write this small part today. it makes it a much more manageable endeavor and a lot more motivating. it tends to happen when i am in the homestretch and know i am almost done and have a much clearer view of what the fic would look like and how long each part is.

with fics that have been hauting my brain for a long time —cough pfms cough— you can imagine that the series is very precisely planned. especially when i start writing a specific part. i'm kinda always thinking about my own aus bc i have a Rich mind palace so i am always noting down ideas. i have been Burned too many times with a fickle memory to not do it. if i think of the dialogue of a scene or even the entire prose of it, i write it down too, though i do often get convinced by my falling asleep brain that i'll 'remember tomorrow' and i, indeed, do not.

hope this was interesting to more than me lmao! thanks for the question again my sweet friend

#if u guys ever wanna know more about my writing process i Will ramble #ask

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