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cozy-mp3 · 2 years

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three's a charm

ellie x female!reader x dina

you, ellie and dina are just friends, until you're not.

word count: 8.9k (ish)

warnings: smut, brief mentions of nightmares + sleeping medication, fingering (reader receiving), cunnilingus (reader giving + receiving), so much kissing, ellie n dina bicker but it's sweet, reader is not called honey (sobs), reader is kinda shy/quiet + has a lil tiny bit of backstory

a/n: hi! today i bring you the threesome fic no one asked for! i've been rewatching a silent playthrough of tlou2 (i'm a shit gamer lol) and i'd kind of forgotten how much i like dina as a character so here we are. abby fics incoming soon, maybe, idk. knowing me, probably. there might be a sequel to this bc i love their dynamic, i'm not promising anything tho bc i become incapable of writing anything if i feel an ounce of pressure to do it lol

MINORS AND MEN DO NOT INTERACT OR I'LL CRY

you don’t really know how you fell in with ellie and dina, years on the road with few companions and nobody your own age had made you introverted and shy, nervous to form attachments to anyone lest you lose them. but somehow, they’d worn you down, cracked through the firm walls you’d built around yourself until you could comfortably call them your friends, your best friends. It’d been dina at first, she’d been the one to give you a tour of jackson and the one to show you where you’d be sleeping, where you’d eat and where you’d work. she hadn’t been put off by your awkwardness or your short answers to her meandering questions and she wasn’t discouraged by the way you could hardly return her smiles.

instead of pushing you away, she’d only pulled you in closer; inviting you to eat with her, to spend evenings with her after patrol, to read with her, to drink with her, to dance with her. it’d made you feel warm from your cheeks down to your toes when she’d wrapped her arms around your waist one evening, guiding your clumsy movements into something that resembled the dancing couples around you. it still makes you heat up to think about the way she smiled at you as she spun the two of you around, the way her eyes crinkled and her hair fell over her face.

it hadn’t taken long for you to meet ellie once you’d started regularly spending time with dina. though she was more reclusive in comparison, she still made an effort to talk to you, to include you in their conversations over dinner and sometimes she’d go on these long winded rambles about space and science and things you couldn’t hope to understand without a textbook in front of you. she’d always blush when she’d notice you and dina listening intently to what she’s saying, not quite knowing what to do with all the attention so squarely on her. sometimes in those moments, when ellie is looking down at her plate with her cheeks bright red and her hair falling into her eyes, you’d glance over to dina and share a private smile with her. it’s closeness you never thought you could have, so new and so special it made your heart ache when you thought about it too long.

so, maybe they were a little closer than your best friends should be but the current arrangement was working and you didn’t want to be the one to ruin whatever it was between the three of you. you don’t want to lose ellie tying your boots up tight before patrol and helping you clean your guns, the way she gives you private smiles across busy rooms and the way she hums to you and dina on late nights when it’s just the three of you and a blunt, when you’re all more asleep than awake.

you don’t want to lose dina and how she gets you breakfast in the morning, the way she can always tease a laugh out of you no matter how hard the day has been, the way she’s dedicated herself to teaching you how to dance and how she lets you curl into her chest when you’re plagued by nightmares, how her heartbeat is steady and strong and her lumpy couch is just big enough for the two of you.

sometimes, on those nights when sleep escapes you, ellie comes over and the three of you squeeze into dina’s bed with her happy yellow bed sheets. you spend the whole night feeling too hot pressed between the both of them, those nights are your favorite. ellie occasionally lets out soft little snores and dina’s hair tickles your chin from where her head is nestled into the crook of your neck, you can feel ellie’s arm tight around your waist and dina’s warm thigh pressed against yours. it’s always those nights you sleep the best, despite the slightly lumpy mattress and the way the duvet clings to your hot skin, you don’t ever want to lose it.

it’s one of those evenings when you find yourself over at dina’s, sleep hadn’t come easy for a few days in a row and patrol had been hard because of it, you kept finding yourself getting distracted or your eyes slipping closed despite your best efforts to stay alert. you were lucky ellie had been your partner today, she’s much more patient with you than most other residents of jackson would’ve been, she’d practically had to do double the work and wouldn’t hear it when you tried to thank her.

she’d dragged you to dina’s when the two of you had gotten home, both of you scrubbed clean from a quick shower and already dressed in pajamas as you stood on her doorstep, ellie playfully trying to step on your toes in what you had affectionately dubbed her grandpa slippers as you waited for dina to open the door. they’re a little bit hideous and look like they’re made out of the kinds of carpets that get ripped out of homes and used to fuel fires in winter, ellie loves them though, so you won’t tease too much.

when dina opens the door shortly after ellie’s second round of loud knocking she takes one look at the two of you and shakes her head fondly, grabbing you each by the wrist and pulling you inside. ellie wanders straight towards the small kitchen in search of snacks and you press yourself up against dina’s side until she wraps an arm around your shoulders and lets you hold onto her. you sigh out a happy breath and try to subtly breathe in her scent, she smells like whatever soap she’s been using, a little like weed, like the vanilla candles she burns in her room and like her.

“you ok?” she asks from above you, resting her cheek on top of your head and shifting you around until you’re tucked comfortably against her. you only reply with a nod, wrapping your arms tighter around her as ellie reappears, bag of jerky in her hand. it’s the peppery kind dina hates, you’re pretty sure she only keeps it around for you and ellie to scavenge from her cupboards. ellie leans against the doorway between the hallway and the kitchen, one foot propped up so her stupid grandpa slipper hangs off as she watches the two of you.

“you two look so pretty,” she says, gesturing towards the both of you, jerky in hand, “this lighting is crazy, golden hour or whatever,” she continues and you can’t help but smile at her, dressed in sweats that are a size too big and a tank top that’s a size too small so about an inch of her stomach is exposed, her big fuzzy robe hanging off of one shoulder, you think she looks pretty too. “lemme go get my journal,” she hums absentmindedly, stuffing the jerky she’s holding into her mouth before tucking the bag into the pocket of her robe and disappearing again in the direction of dina’s room.

“you wanna go make sure she isn’t tearing your room apart?” you ask after a few quiet moments, resting your chin on dina’s chest and looking up at her amused face. ellie’s right, the light spilling through the windows does make her look pretty, it softens her features and brings out the tan of her skin, the little flyaway hairs framing her face look golden and her eyes are bright and happy as they usually are. you doubt you’re as pretty as her, you don’t think it’s possible.

“sure,” she replies with a smile, leaning forward to kiss your forehead before she untangles herself from you. you feel cold when she lets you go but she takes your hand in hers to lead you upstairs so you don’t get the opportunity to miss her touch too much. her palm is soft against your own as she leads you up the stairs, her fingers tangled up with your own in a way that makes you wish she’d never let go.

“why’d you move?” ellie asks with a little pout when you reach the doorway of dina’s bedroom. she’s sat on dina’s rolling desk chair, the desk in front of her covered in evidence of her searching for her journal, dina’s possessions set into piles either side of the battered cover of it. “the lighting down there was so perfect,” she sighs, tapping the end of her pencil against her bottom lip.

“we can let the light in up here,” dina tells her before she can continue her complaining, letting go of your hand and walking over to the widow to pull back the curtains. the room is bathed in the same golden sunlight as the hallway downstairs and ellie hums happily, any arguments already forgotten. dina sits down on her bed one she’s tied back the curtains and pats the spot next to her, smiling when you sit beside her and lean against her heavily. “nightmares kicking your ass again?” she asks, her arm wrapping around your shoulders and her hand finding a tense spot between your shoulder blades.

“yeah,” you sigh, closing your eyes and wrapping your arms around her hips, “maria told me they might be able to find me some pills to help next time they do a med supply run, but it’s gonna be a week or two before they go,” you mumble into dina’s shoulder, the soft material of her shirt muffles your words, though she hums in thought so she must’ve heard you.

“maybe you need to relax more,” she suggests, her hand rubbing firm circles into your back. ellie huffs out a laugh from across the room and when you turn to look over at her she hasn’t moved her eyes from the page in front of her, her pencil moving quickly, “no, i’m being serious, it feels like all your muscles are tensed up,” dina says, she turns to look at you with a sympathetic pinch between her brows and you can’t help but smile at her.

“it’s not that simple, dina” ellie sighs before you can reply, the scratching sound of her pencil stopping as she studies the two of you with a concentrated frown, she tilts her head a little and squints before she turns back to the page and her pencil starts up again. “she can’t relax just because you told her to, it doesn’t work like that,” she adds, “if it was that simple she’d never have a nightmare again.”

“you might be right though,” you tell dina hurriedly, not wanting to lose the soft look on her face, “we can ask around, maybe someone can help me out with it,” you say, giving her an encouraging smile and squeezing your arms around her in a tighter hug, “els’ is right though, i don’t think i can just relax by myself, it’s hard,” you finish with a sigh, resting your cheek back on dina’s shoulder.

“well, i could try and help,” dina says slowly, a questioning tilt to her voice, “at least with these tense muscles you’ve got, i’ve been told i’m pretty good at massages,” she says, enthusiasm already bleeding back into her tone.

“who told you that?” ellie asks, eyebrows raised in amusement, her pencil has stopped moving again as she watches the two of you. she’s relaxed into the chair, her legs spread comfortably with her jornal propped on her thigh and her lips quirked into a smirk, “i can’t believe you didn’t tell us sooner,” she says, her eyes sparkling with mirth at dina’s exasperated expression.

“it wasn’t important before,” dina huffs, shaking her head at ellie’s amusement, “and don’t think you’re getting anything from me after raiding my pantry before even saying hi,” she adds with an exaggerated furrow in her brows, her face easily softens when she addresses you, her eyes warm and sympathetic, “i’ll give you a back rub though,” she smiles, tapping your hip and pulling away so you’re free to move, “lay on your front, this will be great, i promise,” she tells you.

“ok, d,” you nod, laying down on your stomach and pillowing your head on your arms. you don’t really know what to expect, no one's ever offered you a massage before, sure, you’ve seen other people receive massages but it’s never involved laying down on the bed of one of the girls you kind of want to kiss. it isn’t until dina has swung one of her legs over yours to straddle your thighs, just below your ass, that you begin to think this may have been a mistake. “what’re you doing?” you ask her, cheeks heating up as she shifts to get comfortable, you can feel yourself tense up beneath her and it only makes you flush more.

“i gotta get comfy,” she tells you, leaning down over your back so her chin is by your shoulder and she can meet your eyes, “and you need to relax,” she says, her face fond and slightly amused as she runs her hands up your sides, “c’mon, close your eyes,” she whispers, you do as she instructs and take a deep breath, exhaling slowly as you allow your muscles to relax beneath her. “good girl,” she says softly and it takes all your willpower not to squirm, you can feel her warm palms through your thin pajama shirt so you try to focus on that, on her gentle touch and not her weight above you or her praise when you follow her instructions.

“you’re totally playing favorites,” ellie calls to dina from the other side of the room, it might’ve made you laugh if you weren't so focused on keeping your body lax and regulating your breathing. it’s a halfhearted complaint and you know she doesn’t really mean it, so you don’t make any effort to move, only opening one of your eyes to glance at ellie. she’s watching you both, her pencil is back in hand, scratching away at her notebook hurriedly. her hair is falling into her eyes and if you were in reach, you’d tuck it behind her ears, you can imagine the appreciative smile she’d give you, the way she’d squeeze your hip or your thigh or your arm, whatever’s in reach, the way she’d turn to brush her lips against your cheek, if you’re lucky.

“only because she’s so much sweeter than you, els,” dina replies, squeezing your hips once before she sits back up and begins to run her hands up and down your back. she chooses to ignore ellie’s protests that she’s very sweet, actually, you only hum in agreement when ellie asks you to confirm, unable to keep the smile off your face. once ellie is quiet save for the sounds of the pencil lead scratching on paper again, dina begins to massage you, beginning at your lower back.

she pushes her thumbs against your knotted muscles, the constant but gentle pressure working out the aches. the repeated motion is surprisingly comforting and you find yourself relaxing without having to think about it, your breathing evening out and your eyes struggling to stay open when you try. it isn’t until she ascends to the middle of your back, her fingers kneading the each side of your spine that it starts to feel really good, so good it startles an appreciative moan out of you and god, is it embarrassing.

you tense up again, eyes flying open, you can’t sit up with dina’s weight still heavy on your back so instead you press your hands to face, trying to hide your embarrassment. you can feel dina pause above you, her hands still and warm on either side of your spine, the sound of ellie’s pencil has stopped as well, the room silent besides the soft breaths of the three of you.

“i’m sorry,” you manage to squeak out, your embarrassment only increasing the longer the room is quiet, “i didn’t mean for that to happen,” you add quickly, not able to prevent yourself from squirming in discomfort. you can feel dina shift above you and you hope she says something to ease the tension in the room, she’s good at that. she doesn't make a move to shift off of your body so you can quietly hope she isn’t weirded out by your reaction, that she doesn’t want to stop.

“it’s ok,” she says eventually, she still doesn’t make a move to remove her hands, only shifting her weight a little above you, “it felt good right?” she asks as she slowly resumes massaging you, “that’s what i wanted, i wanted you to relax and feel good,” she adds when you don’t respond, her thumbs pressing more firmly again until she pulls another soft moan from you. “you wanna keep going?” she asks, her breathing is shaky and you can hear insecurity seeping into her tone so you nod quickly, turning your head enough to meet her eyes so she can see your sincerity.

“yeah, i wanna keep going,” you reply before you press your warm face into her bedsheets, closing your eyes tight and trying to ignore the growing heat between your legs. dina continues slowly working her way up your back, the heavy silence of the room only broken by your occasional stifled moan or whimper. she pauses when she reaches the bottom of your bra, sucking in a deep breath before she leans down over your body again, tucking your hair behind your ear so she can see your face.

“can i undo this?” she asks, one of her hands splayed out over the side of your ribs and the other gently tugging your bra strap where it lies on your shoulder, “i wanna give you a proper massage,” she hums, “wanna make you feel as good as possible, only if you want it though,” she continues, her hair is brushing against your skin and you’re trying to focus on her words and not how her body feels pressed up against you.

“i want it,” you tell her, your voice sounds a little raw and you try to hide your face again but she doesn’t let you, she trails the pads of her fingers over your cheek and you’re sure she can feel how warm your blush is making you. she doesn’t mention it though, instead sitting up so she can run her hands under your shirt, pushing it up slowly enough that if you wanted to protest you could. you think, privately, you wouldn’t tell her to stop if the world was ending but it’s a sweet gesture and you offer her a smile in thanks.

she gently maneuvers you until she can pull the shirt over your head, leaning down to kiss your shoulder before she begins to work on the hooks of your bra. she gently runs her hands up and down the unobstructed length of your back when they’re all undone, her fingers trailing lightly over the red mark it’s indented into your skin. her hands feel even warmer on your bare body, her skin is soft against yours and her touch is sure and unfaltering, no longer hesitant. you can feel her shift above you again before she’s reaching over you to help your arms out of your bra straps, gently tugging it from beneath your chest once it’s free and tossing it in the same direction as your shirt.

“fuck,” ellie curses softly from where she’s still sat in dina’s desk chair and suddenly you’re reminded of her presence, you squirm again and glance up at dina who looks just as flustered as you feel. there’s pink staining her cheeks and she’s dutifully not making eye contact instead looking down at her hands where they’re resting on your back, “don’t mind me,” ellie says hurriedly when she notices how the two of you have frozen, “or i can, like, go, if you’re uncomfortable,” she adds and you spare dina another glance before shaking your head.

“you can stay, els,” you tell her, turning your head to look over at her so you can give her a reassuring smile. her cheeks are a little red too and she’s abandoned her journal and pencil, both of them sat on the edge of dina’s desk, she’s slouched in the chair a little, her legs spread wider than before and her elbows are propped up on the arms of the chair. her hands are clasped together and as she relaxes again she rests her chin on top of them, her eyes leaving yours to meet dina’s.

“yeah, ellie, you’re good,” dina nods, giving ellie a reassuring smile of her own before she looks back down at you, “you still ok?” she asks, smiling a little wider when you nod and situating herself comfortably again, “alright, you’re being such a good girl for me,” she tells you, tapping the end of your nose with her finger lightly, “just keep being still,” she instructs, her hands squeezing your sides lightly before she resumes the massage, her thumbs rubbing firmly just below the spot where the band of your bra had been resting.

you close your eyes again and let out a heavy breath, your body slowly relaxing back into dina’s bed. your cheeks are still a little warm and you’re trying very hard to ignore the heat between your legs, though it only seems to get worse as dina continues, her hips pressed up against your ass as she leans over you. you can hear ellie moving around on the other side of the room and you crack one of your eyes open to look at her, letting out a soft laugh at the way she’s shuffling over to the bed in the chair, the wheels struggling to roll on the carpeted floor.

“listen,” she starts before she has to pause to let out a short laugh of her own, “i was trying to be subtle,” she says, reaching over to brush her fingers against your shoulder once she’s in reach, “carpets don’t allow for seduction, i’ll keep it in mind for next time,” she chuckles, pulling herself right to the edge of the bed so her legs are touching the mattress.

“you were aiming for seduction?” dina asks sounding deeply amused, “i’ve done all the seducing here, els, you were sat with your mouth hanging open while i was doing all the work,” she says, gesturing to the little pile of your discarded clothes and smiling all smug down at ellie who’s brows have pinched together in a little frown. you have to fight off a fond sigh and an eye roll, you can tell she’s taken dina’s bait.

“hey, not all of us are good at this shit,” ellie protests, crossing her arms across her chest. she looks equally ridiculous and attractive like this, manspreading in the office chair with her hair loose around her face, her jaw clenched enough to emphasize the line of it, fuzzy robe falling down her shoulders and pooling at her elbows. “plus it isn’t the seduction part that matters, it’s what comes after that that counts,” she insists.

“whatever helps you sleep at night,” dina hums, still sounding rather happy with herself. ellie doesn’t continue their little argument, instead turning her attention to you, taking in your soft expression and letting her own face smooth out into a smile. dina’s working on your shoulders now and you can’t help but close your eyes, opening them after a moment to see ellie’s face level with yours, her eyes already on your own.

“is it working on you at least?” she asks, her smile betraying that she doesn’t really care, though you nod anyway just to see her smile widen enough for her teeth to peek through her lips. “that’s good, a fifty percent success rate isn’t bad,” she says, her face is slowly inching towards yours, she’s close enough that you can see each of her freckles individually, even the tiny ones and the way her lips are a little chapped.

there’s an eyelash stuck to the top of one of her cheeks and you lift your head up to free one of your hands so you can brush it off. her smile gets even softer if it’s possible as she wraps her fingers around your wrist, holding onto you as she leans forward to press her lips to yours. her lips are warm and soft and you don’t quite know what to do with yourself as she cups your jaw and deepens the kiss. her hands on you grip a little too tight and her palms feel a little sweaty, like she was nervous, it makes your heart melt.

dina’s stilled above you, her hands squeezing your shoulders lightly though it could hardly be considered a massage, it feels more subconscious than the purposeful motions she was making earlier. she shifts against you and this time you can feel how her thighs squeeze either side of you, how she tenses and then relaxes again a few seconds later. you almost feel overwhelmed between the two of them, dina behind you and ellie in front, you don’t know who to pay attention to.

you pull your lips away from ellie’s a few moments later, breaths coming out in slightly ragged pants. you feel yourself blush but you can’t pull your eyes away from her face, her eyes and her spit slick lips and the way her own chest is heaving a little from her heavy breathing. she smiles at you and leans over to press another brief kiss to your lips, her hand around your wrist squeezing light and reassuring.

“ok, ellie, i’ll give it to you,” dina starts once ellie has pulled away from you again, both of you turning enough that you can see her face, she has a blush high on her cheeks and it looks like she’s been biting her bottom lip, “that worked on me,” she says and ellie smiles her triumphant i told you so smile that you find more endearing than you’d ever let her know.

“you want a kiss too, d?” you ask, your heart beating fast with nerves though they dissipate when dina nods quickly, like she thinks you might change your mind if she takes more than a moment to respond, “lift up a little,” you tell her, wigging a beneath her until she lifts herself up enough for you to roll over. she sits back down on you, straddling your hips and leaning over you, her hands braced either side of your head. you don’t have time to feel self conscious about your bare chest as her body presses up against yours, you’re more shy about how your hands rest on her hips, how you can feel body give beneath your hands.

“come here,” she tells you, leaning down so her face is level with yours, her hair forming a curtain around the two of you. her nose is brushing against yours and you can’t help but nudge the tip of your nose against hers, smiling at the same time she does, “i thought you were gonna kiss me,” she whispers, her lips are brushing yours already and it doesn’t take much effort to press your lips to hers.

you sigh happily against her and squeeze her hips, whining against her mouth when you can her thighs clench around you again. you can feel ellie move beside you, one of her hands strokes across your temple and the other tucks dina’s hair behind her ear so she can see you both, it makes you squirm a little, the fact that she’s watching you kiss dina just after you’d kissed her.

“you’re so pretty,” ellie says softly, her hand is still stroking the side of your face and you’re sure she’s doing something similar to dina, she hasn’t directed her compliment at either of you so you can only assume it’s about you both, it almost makes you whine again. her hand leaves your skin and you miss her touch immediately, using one of your hands to blindly reach for her, “give me a second, baby,” she laughs, taking your hand in hers and kissing your knuckles before she lets you go again, “i’m gonna help dina get her shirt off,” she tells you, placing your hand back on dina’s hip.

dina pulls her lips away from yours as ellie tugs the bottom of her shirt up and you’re stuck between watching as dina’s body is exposed and looking at her face, the way her lips are parted and she’s looking down at you with dark, half lidded eyes. you settle for staring up at her, you tuck the other side of her hair behind her other ear so you can see her clearly and you think she’s gorgeous. she’s got little freckles like ellie and a few larger moles, you move one of your hands from her hip to gently touch each of them.

ellie pulls dina’s shirt over her head obscuring your view of her face and you blush when you make eye contact with her again, you suddenly feel shy now that she’s sitting above you like this, her shirt discarded and her breasts spilling slightly over the cups of her bra. you’re conscious that she’s looking down at your chest too, her hands splaying out over your ribs as she watches your breasts rise and fall with each breath you take.

“you’re so beautiful,” she says and she looks so earnest you can’t help but believe her, though you can’t pull yourself together enough to form a response other than ‘you too’, it makes her smile wide enough that you’re sure she wasn’t expecting anything more, “you’re so sweet,” she chuckles, resting her forehead against yours and looking into your eyes, “sweetest girl ever,” she hums, laughing again when ellie very audibly clears her throat behind you both.

“c’mere els,” you call, reaching out for her again, you tug gently on her once she takes your hand in hers and she follows you easily, smoothing her thumb over your knuckles, “we gotta get your shirt off too,” you tell her, using your other hand to gently push on dina’s hip until she moves with a reluctant sigh, swinging her leg off of your hip so she can sit beside you, “it’s only fair,” you add with a smile as you pull ellie’s body in front of yours.

you sit up so you’re sat on the edge of the bed, your legs spread enough that ellie can stand between them comfortably. she rests her hands on your shoulders and you look up at her, she has a flush high on her cheeks, her lips are bitten and her eyes keep moving from your face to your chest and back again. you manage to catch her eye and she only blushes harder, squeezing your shoulders in retaliation when you can’t help but laugh at her.

“you’re so cute,” you tell her with a soft little smile, reaching up to push her robe off of her arms as dina presses up against you from behind, her arms winding around your waist and her chin resting on your shoulder. you can feel her breasts against your back, soft and warm and her nipples pebbled from the cool air of her bedroom, your hands still and ellie gives you a knowing look, taking her hands off your shoulders to pull the robe off herself.

“just watch,” dina whispers to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek and then another to your jaw, “you don’t need to do anything,” she hums as her hands run up your stomach to cup your breasts, she squeezes gently, her fingers brushing lightly over your nipples. you’re torn again between focusing on dina and the way she’s sucking a mark into your neck or on ellie who’s pulled her shirt over her head and is standing over you with her sweats hung low on her hips.

you decide you can manage a bit of both, tilting your head to give dina more room and leaning back against her a little more so she has easier access to your chest. you use one hand to hold one of hers tighter against your breast and the other to reach out to ellie, trailing your fingers over the waistband of her pants and then up the flat planes of her stomach, over the soft hair that disappears into her underwear and the ridges of her abs.

“you’re so pretty, els,” you mumble, you’re shy to compliment her but you want her to tell her, you want to try to let her to know how attractive she is to you, how you could spend hours looking at her, how you could spend forever here in dina’s room with the two of them and you’d never get tired, “you’re beautiful,” you tell her, your fingers brushing the band of her sports bra, she averts her eyes from yours, looking just as shy as you feel.

“thank you,” she replies with warm cheeks, her eyes not able to meet yours for more than a moment, “you’re both so gorgeous,” ellie adds, looking from your face to dina’s where she’s still pressed up against your neck, her lips resting against your skin as she looks up at ellie, “feels like a dream,” she sighs, reaching out to run her fingertips over the tops of your breasts, her lips quirking into a little smirk when you squirm.

“you dream about us?” dina asks with a smile you can feel against your shoulder, you can imagine the look she’s giving ellie by the tone of her voice, teasing and fond and a little bit in awe, “what do you dream about?” she asks as ellie rolls one of your nipples between her fingers, both of them laughing softly at the way you whine and try to press your thighs together.

“i dream about this,” ellie replies, reaching over with her other hand to tuck dina’s hair behind her ear again, her fingers still warm on your breast, “i dream about touching you and kissing you and having you both all to myself,” she admits quietly, her gaze switching between yours and dina’s, she still looks a little shy but more sure of herself now and she bends down to press her lips against dina’s, cupping her jaw in her palm.

you lean your head back on dina’s shoulder to watch the way their lips slide against each other, ellie’s brows have furrowed a little and dina is squeezing you again, the soft flesh of your chest giving in to her touch easily. you can’t help but let one of your hands wander between your legs, the throb of your pussy too incessant to ignore when you can hear ellie moan into dina’s mouth and the quiet, wet sounds of their kissing.

“you couldn’t wait anymore?” dina teases a little while later when she and ellie part from each other, their chests heaving slightly as they catch their breath, “so desperate,” she hums as she lets go of one of your breasts to join your hand between your legs, she slips past the worn elastic of your pajama pants easily and she bats your hand away gently when she reaches your panties. you hear her curse when she feels how you’ve soaked through them and you whimper, closing your thighs around her which only serves to press her fingers against you harder.

“‘s she wet for us?” ellie asks, her lips titled up into a smirk as she takes in the expression on your face, you can feel that you’re flushed and your brows have drawn together as dina explores you through your panties. she takes a step away from the two of you so she can pull her sports bra over her head without elbowing either of you, she also pulls down her sweats and kicks them towards the growing pile of clothing before she steps closer again. she kneels in front of the bed so she’s level with your thighs, running her fingers over the curves of your body as she looks up at you.

“of course i’m wet,” you huff and it startles a laugh out of dina that she tries to stifle against your shoulder, her hand stilling against your cunt as her body shakes with a few more giggles. ellie watches her with her cheek pressed to your thigh, her hands resting on your hips and her lips pulled into a wide, amused smile.

“right, of course, baby,” ellie chuckles, closing her eyes briefly when you reach down to run a hand through her hair, “can you lift up for a sec?” she asks as she gives your hips a squeeze, tugging your pants down over your ass once you’ve lifted yourself off the bed. one of dina’s hands is still between your legs and the other migrates from your breast to stroke the area just above your belly button.

“you gonna help me make her cum?” dina asks over your shoulder, her eyes meeting ellie’s as she tugs your panties down over your thighs. ellie nods and licks her lips, her hands squeezing your inner thighs as she watches dina stroke over your bare cunt, the low evening light of the room not enough to disguise the glistening of your folds.

“yeah,” ellie manages a few seconds later, looking up at dina with her pupils blown wide with lust, “yeah, i’ll help,” she says as she squeezes your inner thighs again, her face lowering towards your pussy until you can feel her soft breaths against your bare skin and the warmth that seems to radiate off of her body in waves. dina’s touch is noticeably cooler against your own overheated skin, one hand drifting up to cup your breast again and the other spreading the swollen lips of your cunt.

you squirm as you’re exposed to ellie, closing your eyes and leaning back against dina to try to suppress the renewed shyness you feel. dina makes a soft cooing noise and kisses your temple, letting her head rest against yours as ellie leans forward and presses a few kisses to your inner thighs before she reaches your cunt. you can feel her exhale a long breath as she stares at you as you clench around nothing, a soft groan escaping her before she finally begins to lap at your entrance, right where you’re wettest.

“you don’t need to be shy,” dina tells you softly, letting go of your chest to gently take your jaw in her hand, she tilts your head down, pressing a kiss to your cheek and tutting at your closed eyes, “look at ellie,” she says, stroking the side of your face, “look how much she loves your cunt,” she whispers and you do, opening your eyes to watch ellie between your legs.

she’s wrapped her arms around your thighs to pull you closer to where she’s buried her face against you, her nose bumps your clit as she laps at you and the sounds she’s making are so wet it makes you flush all over again. whatever mess she’s making doesn’t seem to bother her as she keeps her mouth attached to you, her motions only getting more enthusiastic as you moan.

your hands flail a little when she attaches her lips to your clit, the sucking not able to disguise the way she smirks against you. you find purchase gripping dina’s thighs where they bracket your own, digging your nails into her skin until she hisses and gently bats your hands away.

“come here,” she tells you, shifting backwards until you’re laying on the bed, your legs still hanging over the edge comfortably and your thighs held tight in ellie’s hands, “you wanna help me out?” dina asks and she leans over to kiss you when you nod, “you’re such a good girl,” she mumbles against your lips. she kisses you breathless before she moves away again to pull off her pants and underwear, giving you a knowing smile when she catches you watching her, letting you trail your hands over her soft thighs when she crawls back over to you.

“fuck, dina, she’s got such a crush on you,” ellie chuckles from between your legs, she’s taking a break to catch her breath, her fingers stroking over your folds as she watches you both, “she clenched up so tight when you called her a good girl,” she says and to your embarrassment you feel your pussy flutter again, you whine and cover your face with your hands, your attempt to close your legs stopped by ellie’s firm hold on your thigh, “it’s nice to know you like me too, sweetheart,” she laughs, pressing kisses to your thigh when you whine again.

“els ‘s being mean, huh?” dina asks as she pulls your hand away from your face, she’s smiling down at you with the same teasing-soft-fond look she gives ellie and you feel helpless to deny her anything, “i won’t tease you anymore,” she tells you, giving you one more sweet closed mouth kiss before she sits up on her knees and straddles your body again, her back facing you.

you can already tell what she wants as she gets up onto all fours and backs herself up towards your face, her weight shifting until she can use one of her hands to pet your hip. you extend one of your hands to stroke your fingertips over the seam of her cunt and use the other to rest on her thigh as she gets comfortable on top of you. she’s warm and slick and smooth where you touch her and she moans when you brush lightly over her clit, her hand tighting where she’s still holding your hip.

“hey, i said i wouldn’t tease you, don’t tease me,” she whines causing ellie to laugh, she hasn’t stopped touching you but it’s far too light for you to reach your peak, her fingers barely grazing your outer lips. you wiggle your hips to try and remind her that you’re there, arching up as much as you can with dina’s weight on top of you to try and guide her fingers inside of you. she obliges with an apologetic squeeze to your thigh, pressing two fingers into your entrance and curling them upwards until you moan.

you lean up at the same time as you pull dina’s hips down towards you, pressing a little kiss to her clit that makes her hips jolt before she reaches back and rests a firm hand on your head, pushing herself back on to you until you have no choice but to lick at her. she remains in control as you taste her, her hand holding you close to her until she’s sure you’ll be good, that you won’t move away from her.

ellie’s fingers are still stroking your walls, her thumb rubbing circles on your clit, she’s doing it all so incredibly slowly that you find yourself whining against dina though it only makes her moan where her head is resting on your thigh. you can hear when they begin to kiss, the sounds of their mouths meeting distinct from the sound of your mouth against dina’s cunt and the soft wet sounds ellie’s fingers are pulling from you.

she doesn't speed up until your thighs are shaking and you’re so swollen with arousal that her thumb keeps slipping from your clit, you’re moaning up into dina as she grinds her hips back against you and she’s rubbing your hip in a way she intends to be comforting though it only makes you squirm more. you whine out a muffled plea and ellie takes pity, speeding up her fingers and moving her thumb so dina can take your clit into her mouth, the two of them working you over the edge.

you cum so hard you feel yourself space out for a moment, your hands gripping dina’s thighs so tightly you’re sure you’ve left more marks. you try to clamp your legs shut but ellie holds them open, watching the way you gush over her fingers and into dina’s mouth, your walls clamping so tight around her knuckles she’s scared she’ll hurt you if she tries to pull them free.

“you good, baby?” she asks, her voice muffled by dina’s thighs around your head. you nod before you realize she can’t see you, giving her an affirmative sounding hum instead, it seems to work well enough because she pets your trembling thigh and slowly works her fingers out of you. dina leans further forward to lap at your entrance where you’re still wet and clenching and you slap her ass lightly which only results in her laughing against you and sucking hard enough on your clit that you shriek.

“dina,” you whimper, digging your nails into her skin when she kisses over the sensitive area in apology, “dina, ‘m so sensitive,” you gasp, your thighs closing around her head as you try to push her away. you feel hands brushing your hair from your temple and open your eyes to see ellie smiling down at you all syrupy sweet. her chin is a little damp but it looks like she’s wiped herself off on something, it makes you feel hot all over, the fact you made so much of a mess on her.

“hi, baby,” she whispers as she gets up onto the bed and sits beside you, her hand still soft and gentle on your warm face, “d’you want a pillow?” she asks gesturing to where dina’s pussy is still hovering over your chest, “don’t want you to give yourself a sore neck when dina’s just rubbed all your aches out,” she hums, not bothering to wait for your response as she holds your head up with one hand and uses the other to tuck a pillow beneath you. she’s right, it is a lot more comfortable with more support beneath you and you squirm beneath dina until you’re able to reach part of ellie’s body, pressing a clumsy kiss to her knee before you lay back down.

“sit back here, d, i wanna make you cum,” you tell her, squeezing her hip until she pulls herself away from where she’d been sucking marks into your sticky inner thighs, “want you to face me,” you say and she carefully lifts herself up and turns herself around completely, her cheeks are red and her lips are shiny with your slick, she smiles down at you when you squirm, pinching your cheek lightly. you look up at her and smile back, not even able to muster up furrowed brows at her pinching though you scrunch your nose up and pull a face at her when she sticks her tongue out at you playfully.

“alright, babe,” she sighs, as if it’s a great inconvenience for her to sit on your face, though her teasing smile is back and it gives her away, “i guess i’ll let you get me off,” she smiles, unable to keep the act up any longer as she pets your slightly damp cheek and you turn to kiss her wrist. she shuffles up the bed on her knees until she’s hovering over your mouth and you have a hard time looking away from her cunt to pay attention to her, “you gotta push me off if you can’t breathe, ok?” she asks, sounding serious enough that you look up at her and nod before she sits down over you, her thighs tight around your head until you’re totally surrounded by her.

you can guess by the way her entrance is clenching that she’s already close so you try to bring her over the edge, licking and sucking and then laying pliant as she begins to fuck herself agaisnt your mouth. you can hear her moan above you and she gets a firm grip on your hair to hold your head in place as she grinds down against you, practically riding your face into the pillow.

the task of keeping up with dina absorbs you until you hear another muffled moan to your side and a hand cupping your breast. you’re confused for a moment, your brain distracted and muddled, before you realize it’s ellie, that she’s touching herself as she watches you and dina, that she’s touching you to help herself get off. part of you wishes you could watch, but your orgasm has left you loose and sleepy so you’re content to lay back and let dina cum using your tongue, you’ll watch ellie when she’s done.

dina only lasts another minute or so before she curses and shudders above you, her hips rolling against your face as she floods your mouth with her release. she shifts off of you quickly so you can breathe, laying heavily beside you as she pants softly. she props her cheek up on her fist and watches as you swallow and lick your lips, your cheeks go warm under her attention, blushing like you hadn’t just had your face buried in her cunt and she smiles one of her pretty, fond smiles at you.

you lean over to give her a brief kiss, she tries to cup your jaw and crawl back on top of you but you don’t let her, pressing another chaste kiss to her lips before you turn and crawl the short distance to ellie. she groans when you attach your mouth to one of her nipples, using the hand that isn’t in her boxers to hold your head against her chest, looking down at your flushed face as you suck a mark into the soft skin of her breast.

“stay right there, baby, i’m gonna cum,” she moans, you can hear her heart beating fast where your head is resting on her chest and you press closer to her as you take her nipple back into your mouth. she whines and tugs your hair slightly, the hand working over herself more frantic now and her thighs tensing, the muscles visibly contracting beneath her skin as her toes curl.

you feel the bed dip as dina crawls over to the two of you, she kisses your forehead before kissing down ellie’s chest and sucking a mark below her collar bone. you watch as she takes ellie’s other nipple into her mouth and bites softly, grazing her teeth over the hard nub, her eyes fixed on ellie’s face as she tumbles over the edge and cums.

you look up and watch as best you can with the way ellie’s pushing your face into her chest, her brows draw up and she bites on her lip as if trying to stifle her moans before she gives up and curses loudly. her body tenses before relaxing with a shudder, her fingers stroking lightly where they’d been digging into your scalp a moment before. she’s so sweet you have to lean up to kiss her, using one of your hands to stroke over her stomach, petting over her soft skin. her abs jump under your touch and you laugh softly into her mouth, pulling away to kiss the corner of her smiling lips.

her hand appears in front of your face once you’ve detached your mouth from hers and it takes you a moment to realize her fingers are slick with her release, three of them coated from the knuckle down. you hold her forearm in both hands, one holding her wrist and the other holding just above her elbow as you take her fingers into your mouth, sucking the taste of her off of her skin. you watch her face as you run your tongue over the pads of her fingers, ignoring dina’s quiet curse in favor of staring into ellie’s eyes until she breaks eye contact, pulling her fingers from your mouth and clearing her throat.

“not enough time for more tonight,” she mumbles, leaning over to kiss dina’s pouty bottom lip when she makes a noise of protest, “seriously, d, we’ve gotta get out of bed before twelve tomorrow,” she chuckles as she tugs both of you down to lay either side of her, dina gives up arguing once she yawns before she can respond verbally and settles for a kiss instead, pressing her mouth against ellie’s as you watch with your head on ellie’s sternum.

dina detaches from the kiss first, saying something about going to get bottles of water though it’s sleepy and mumbled and you can’t quite be sure what she said with ellie’s heartbeat so loud in one of your ears. you decide not to worry about it, letting your heavy eyelids close as you curl up further into ellie’s chest, your arms winding around her waist and squeezing in a light hug. she sighs happily and squeezes the arm she’s draped around your shoulders, heavy and warm and comforting.

“you think you’re relaxed enough to sleep through the night?” she asks and you can tell she’s grinning without having to open your eyes, you’re too sleepy to do anything more strenuous than nod, mumbling a quiet yes, thank you, els as she pulls the duvet up over you both and drops a soft little kiss on top of your head.

#ellie x reader #dina x reader #ellie x dina x reader #ellie williams #dina tlou #tlou2 #tlou x reader

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helpwhatsthis · 2 years

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For your most recent post right this is kinda like a general fucked up type if shit so stay with me here. So basically 001 the reader and Eddie were all “working” for Dr.Brenner right and they’re like secretly dating each other type of shit like that. But like that we’re it gets fucked up cuz then mf 11 comes around n shit so that’s where it Lowkey fucks everything up. But then maybe MAYBE later on when 001/Vecna comes back he puts Reader and Eddie under his “spell” and they reconnect. 🤷🏾‍♂️ idk what I just wrote but yea.💀

remember- e.m. / 001

the post being referred to is this one!

thank you sm for the idea, love! i'm thinking of writing one where reader has powers, and they see their childhood friend (from before the lab) in their mind and it's eddie. so henry... kidnaps him for her, bc he wants to see his baby happy.

warnings: angst, vecna, eddie is a lil stupid, lots of blood, lots of death, deep descriptions of pain, it’s fucked, okay? very short but open for part two!

also for the fics sake, vecna is like twenty during the events of s4

you can't think. all you know is that the halls are too dark to see, and your skull is pounding. the hall, that of which are hawkins' lab, a place you hadn't set your eyes on in two years.

"y/n!" you hear it, the distinct sounds of eddies' cries. "y/n! henry! please!" his pained voice echos through the hall. your movement speed up, bringing you through the familiar path that leads to the janitors' closet. you pass bodies, and blood, so much blood. it doesn't faze you though; you've seen it all before, and you keep seeing it more every time you dare to sleep.

"baby-" you whine, finally seeing his trembling form on the cold linoleum floor. you don't have to look hard to know he's bleeding, both from his eyes and his nose. you wish you could forget the odd angle is arm is twisted at. you pull him into your lap, attempting to shush his pained cries.

"i don't wanna die." he sobs, and the words echo in your mind. you'd never be able to get them out of your head, not as long as you live.

"you won't, little one." the deep, grating voice comes from behind you. the soft pricks of claws nip at your scalp.

"who are you?" you whimper, "why do you keep showing me this?" you cry, pulling eddie into your chest. this thing, this grotesque and vile being kneels before you; it adorns a sad smile as is brushes the blood from eddies' face.

"because i want you to remember, my love." it growls, "i need you to remember the night she took you both from me." before you can process the words, its' claws dig into your skull. the pain is agonizing, searing. you can feel every twitch of its' fingers, burning your brain and melting your mind.

"henry!" you scream, sitting up in bed and choking on your sob. your head is still throbbing, making your vision blurry; but you're home. you're in bed, and eddie is beside you. he pulls you into his arms, cooing at your whimpers and whipping the blood from under your nose.

"it's okay, baby. you're okay, i'm here." eddie whispers, picking your body up with surprising ease and carrying you to the kitchen. he places you on the cabinet and begins to fill a glass with water from the tap. "was it... that night? again?" he asks, shuffling on his sock clad feet as he brings the cup to your lips.

images flash in your mind as you drink. the soft touches, the lingering of lips on lips; and then the blood, the way it all fades as eddie spasms on the floor and begs to live.

"it's him." you whisper, eyes finding his. "i don't know... how? or how i know? but it's him." he doesn't speak, just gazes at you tentively. "please... please eds? just say that you believe me?" you beg.

you don't know how much longer you can take this. how much longer can you withstand the headaches, the nosebleeds, knowing that the disfigured creature that haunts your nightmares is the person you loved. most of all; the way eddie seems to think you're losing your mind.

it's been over a year since you stopped going to therapy. you thought you'd accepted it; accepted that the girl, the child, had killed henry and your mother, and nearly killed eddie too. things had been... okay, after the incident. that man, brenner, had taken pity on wayne; had given him a document to sign, given eddie all the medical care he needed (free of charge), and gotten you therapy to deal with it all. to deal with losing your mother, who'd been a doctor at the lab since you were a child. to deal with losing henry, who you and eddie had fallen for all too quickly.

it was inevitable really, the three of you. your mother and wayne had been close friends through his maintenance job at the lab. you'd all been so young and had so much free time before the other children had arrived. it was nearly impossible to pin-point when the twisted form of playground, puppy love between the three of you turned into the real thing.

"babydoll," he hums, hands cupping your jaw. "he's dead." his voice cracks. "i want to believe you. you know that i do, but honey... whatever she did to him... there wasn't even a body left." you cry out at his words, and he lets you hide your face in his chest.

"if you could see, what i see. you would know." you whisper into his hellfire shirt, his own way of coping he'd picked up.

"he will, darling." the deep voice growls, making you sob into eddies' chest harder. "he'll understand soon enough." the dark groan turns into the soft, loving one you know so well. "you'll see, little one." henry hums. the fingers combing through your hair are still sharp, nearly breaking your skin. "i just need a little more time."

just a little more time, you'll both see.

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poibynt · 2 years

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11, 26 and 39! 🖤

This one’s a little long so I’m putting a break in for everyone’s convenience

11. Do you believe in the old advice to “kill your darlings?” Are you a ruthless darling assassin? What happens to the darlings you murder? Do you have a darling graveyard? Do you grieve?

This is several questions so I’ll just answer all of it in order. Yes I believe that killing characters is often necessary to the story, however character death should be integral to plot, characters or themes, or else it often feels cheep.

This one kind of has two yet one answer. As a fic writer, no, I am not a ruthless assassin. I will work within the bounds of canonical character death but I’ve never actually killed off anyone who doesn’t die in canon. (Actually, I think my current WIP is going to be the first time I actually write a death scene instead of just eluding to it). As an OC haver, it’s a bit more complicated. I’ve only really started playing with OCs like this last year, so I haven’t had the time or quantity to really find out. I think the though that I am somewhere in the centre if no death ever - character assassin was a sliding scale. I will kill OCs if it is important or central to their stories, like with my clone squad. Only one of them makes it out the other side of the war, but that’s due to both A) the nature of TCW and B) my story for them. However my little rag tag mando crew has like a 85-95% survival rate (I don’t know for sure yet bc I just have characters and no real story but like, I am almost positive they all live). So idk judge my ruthlessness as you see fit. (And yes I do morn the ones I kill.)

26. How do you get into your character’s head? How do you get out? Do you ever regret going in there in the first place?

Hmmm. This one is interesting. When writing fic, I actually require a pretty long “gestation” period before I feel comfortable actually writing from a characters POV. I often feel like I don’t know enough to really get into things just through canon. This period often includes reading as many fics from their pov I can get my hands on, taking in their internal monologue, contrasting it with other depictions and then solidifying my voice of that character. This period is often much shorter for book characters and longer for film, audio drama or other non monologuey characters. But also since the vast majority of my writing is focused on interpersonal interactions I have to also think about the character dynamics during this period. How do these characters think about eachother, how do their conversations flow? This second part comes a lot easier to me and I can often just go off canon. I don’t think I’ve ever struggled to get out of a characters head honestly, nor have I truely regretted doing some digging on someone. The worst consequences have just been that sometimes it makes me sad on their behalf in a “damn bitch you live like this?” Kind of way.

39. What keeps you writing when you feel like giving up?

Best defence is an offence, kind of. I try not to get to a point where I’ve lost interest or am stagnating! (No shit right?) Since writing is a hobby and creative outlet away from my non hobby creative outlets, I really don’t want to do it when I’m not getting anything out of it. So, the way I try to keep myself invested and writing is through momentum. My goal is to write almost every day. I often finish a scene in one or maybe two sittings and the high from finishing one is the perfect thing to get me writing the next. However this only really works with short form stuff bc the longer something is the more you are forced to step away from it and actually think about the structure and take breaks. Unfortunately I’ve lost a lot of momentum for my current WIP bc of some medical stuff that prevented me from writing for basically a week right at a really tricky spot I need to push through. So now the key is sheer stubbornness. I’ve written this much so I sure as hell am going to try my damndest to finish it. Sometimes writing js about pushing through a barrier only to find your footing a paragraph or two in.

#ask game

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wangxianficrecs · 3 years

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Follower Recs

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Hi! First of all, thank you so much for running this blog, It's become one of three reasons why I haven't yet committed arson (I jest but the Feeling is true). [Hee, hee, hee.] I have a rec for you! It's called "wholesome life usurp immediately" by comfect on ao3 and it's. So good. It's unfinished but the author updates it literally every other day if not faster! It's a lovely fic, I hope you enjoy it. 🌻

Wholesome Life Usurp Immediately

by Comfect (T, 55k, yunmeng sibs, qingli, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: Wen Qing examines Jiang Yanli at Cloud Recesses and has a cure for her poor cultivation.

Now there are Three Prides of Yunmeng.

Everything kind of fixes itself from there.

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hello mojo!! I would really like to recommend standing still (but we keep going) by lwjromantics!! it's really good!!

standing still (but we keep going)

by lwjromantics (justfantaestic) (T, 5k, wangxian)

Summary: Lan Wangji supposed that if having to take care of little A-Yuan and Mo Xuanyu and having to look at the reminders of Wei Ying in their habits and mannerisms was punishment for his actions, he would willingly take it and flay his own back open.

— There are children in the Burial Mounds.

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hii mojo! I just read this cute fic and I loved it so I wanted to rec it :)

Word Up, Talk the Talk

by Larryissocute (G, 2k, wangxian)

Summary: It wouldn’t have been a problem (it really wouldn’t) if they weren’t best friends. Wei Wuxian doesn’t know what good deeds he did in his past life to be blessed with Lan Wangji as a friend nor does he know what evil things he did to be cursed with being only a friend to Lan Wangji.

Or the one where Wei Wuxian kisses Lan Wangji and then runs away.

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Hey! Love your account — and proud of you for taking the hiatus you needed. [Lol - it was really nice!] Idk if you take fic recommendations, but I'd love to rec Roots by ardenrabbit. Fantastic characterization, I really love it!

Roots

by ardenrabbit (E, 46k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: After Wei Wuxian's duel with Jiang Cheng, he finds that stab wounds aren't so trivial when he doesn't have a core to heal them. He wakes to find Lan Zhan in the Burial Mounds with him, already beloved by the Wens and making himself at home. When Lan Zhan tells him that he wants to stay and offers more help than Wei Wuxian knows how to accept, he fears that it's only too good to be true.

Lan Wangji knows that Wei Ying is doing the right thing, and he couldn't live with himself if he let him do it alone. For everything Wei Ying has sacrificed, Lan Wangji is determined to give something back to him.

Hanguang-Jun has turned his back on the clans to join the Yiling Wens and their demonic cultivator leader, and every clan has a different opinion on the matter.

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Hello! I wanted to rec a fic on ao3 called "Restoration" by jelenedra. It's complete, an alternate universe of the sunshot campaign told nonlinearly. It has strong fairy tale and fae elements, with a touch of mystery. Bit of a fix it. Some delightful one liners, and the final ending imagery is just LOVELY. The fic deserves much more love. There's also some YilingWei, wwx not raised by Jiang, and sentient Burial Mounds elements. Enchanting read that keeps you enthralled and curious and intrigued.

Restoration

by jelenedra (M, 85k, wangxian)

Summary: They say he was thrown into Luanzang Gang by the man who killed his parents; they say that he is an immortal cultivator who had been in a deep trance until the Wen sect disturbed his rest and incurred his wrath; they say that he is the fierce corpse of a cultivator who had somehow regained his mind and his spiritual powers.

When Lan Wangji sees him for the first time, he understands why people talk.

Meng Yao wants safety. Xue Yang wants vengeance. The Sunshot Campaign wants victory. Yiling Laozu provides, for a price.

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I usually read all your recommendations. Thanks for gathering all good recs of wangxian. I am in love with every single story your recommend especially the favorites. [I’m so glad!] I just wanted to suggest a fic i came across while searching for phoenix!wwx. Its a new story I think as author has published it today. The first chapter was very interesting that i thought ill recommend it you and know your opinion. The legendary phoenix and his dragon -Devipriya and Hidden Path to Love by ShadowTenshiV

Hidden Path to Love

by ShadowTenshiV (G, 78k, wangxian)

Summary: Wei Ying is a servant working at the Gusu Lan castle. One day he enters through a secret passage way connected to the library where he meets a Lan for the first time. He may have left quite an impression, gaining the other´s attention and slowly becoming friends. They would like to become something more, but a servant can´t be with a prince, but maybe his secret can change that.

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hello mojo! i was wondering if I could make a fic rec? it’s called “and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow” by izanyas. it used to be on ao3 but the author has since moved it to eir own website and has started posting updates there. i was wondering if this could also act as a signal boost bc some old readers on ao3 might not have known that it is now on another website. Author's been through a tough time so I think it deserves a lot more love.

For new readers, please mind the warnings in the prologue and the beginning of each chapter! it’s omegaverse and a very heavy read as it deals with (possible spoiler) off-screen rape that results in an unwanted pregnancy, as well as secondary gender oppression which runs deep, but for people who can bear it the writing, worldbuilding, and emotions are truly spectacular.

and the calm is deep where the quiet waters flow

by izanyas (E, 270k, wangxian, WIP, link is to WordPress rather than AO3)

Summary: Cangse Sanren was the first of her kind to become a cultivator. Talented, passionate, free-spirited, she bested everything that ever came her way until the very end.

Jiang Fengmian refuses to see her son deprived of that same freedom.

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Hello Mojo! I dunno if this's been recced before, but here's another ficrec for you? It's complete, on ao3, "The Third Young Master of Qishan Wen" by KouriArashi. It's 'if wwx was raised by dafan wen, but gets recognized as 3rd heir due to his skill' scenario. Some really nice banter and characterization. Wwx and lz get together before the sunshot campaign. Story follows the live action but diverges into au, and does some cool callbacks to original canon. Love Meng Yao in this! [Oh, I know KouriArashi from my last fandom, I love her works!]

❤️The Third Young Master of the Qishan Wen

by KouriArashi (T, 139k, wangxian, my post)

Summary: The fic where Wei Wuxian is adopted by the Dafan Mountain Wens instead of the Yunmeng Jiang.

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Hi Mojo! I can count the number of times I’ve spoken on Tumblr on one hand (I’m shy heh) but I found this fic that I think you and others would really like? I’m a sucker for emotional hurt/comfort and this was just too sweet for me not to share (did I go through 20 pages of bookmarks just to make sure you don’t already have it? Maybe …) [Aww, you can do a sidebar search in the bookmarks for the author’s name. But I hope you found other good fics by carding through the whole catalog!] It’s “Close Your Soft Eyes” by timetoboldlygo! I also wanna say thank you for all the hard work you put into this blog! It’s a treasure beyond compare. :D [Thank you so much!]

Close Your Soft Eyes

by timetoboldlygo (G, 12k, wangxian)

Summary: When Lan Wangji woke, the first thing he noticed was the slip of paper, folded and tucked between his index and middle fingers, not Wei Wuxian’s absence. His fingers trembled as he unfurled the paper. A donkey with a little smile beamed down at him.

On the nights that Wei Wuxian was gone, Lan Wangji woke to gifts on his pillow.

~*~

Hey Mojo! I love your blog it is beyond awesome! [Thank you!] I was wondering if you would consider reading JaenysBloodcourt series "A Bond to Takes us home"? The summary is weird but I like the fics and would love to hear your opinion on LWJ POV (it's part 2). Part one is Mingxian but part two (Wangxian) reads as a standalone for the most part. Anyways, thank you for all your hard work! <3 [I’ll put it on my list!]

A Bond to Take Us Home

by JaenysBloodcourt (T, 10k, mingxian - nmj/wwx, wangxian, series in progress)

Summary: Wei Wuxian has two soulmarks. He has two soulmates that seem to be the opposite of him. During his first life he meets both of them, loves only one and longs for the other. In his second life, the one he loved first is dead, and the one he pined after is pining after him.

These are the many tales of his soulmates and the raucous they made across the cultivation world.

Some are dark, some are light. Beware.

~*~

I forgot to send this in for Mother's Day a few weeks ago, but have you read dragongirlG's "into the light of a dark black night"? It's a short canon divergence where Mama Lan escapes the Cloud Recesses after spending one last, heartbreaking night with her sons. It's so beautiful and bittersweet! [Oh, ouch. I just read this author’s time travelling juniors au, but hadn’t seen this one.]

into the light of a dark black night

by dragongirlG (T, 3k, Madam Lan & sons)

Summary: The night that Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, plans to escape from the Cloud Recesses, she runs into an unexpected complication.

That complication comes in the form of her younger son A-Zhan running up to her door and kneeling in front of it, hushed whimpers escaping from his throat.

Wu Yuhua knows it's not the full moon, knows that it's not the one day a month she's allowed to see her children—but like hell is she going to leave her six-year-old son out there trying to stifle sobs in the snow.

She opens the door. "A-Zhan," she says, bending down and reaching out a hand. "Come in, my sweet boy."

On a snowy night in the dead of winter, Wu Yuhua, formerly known as Madam Lan, unexpectedly spends one last night with her sons before escaping from the Cloud Recesses.

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Hello queen I’d like to recommend for ur follower rec posts Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender by KouriArashi. Banger of an ATLA au, def the best one I’ve seen. It’s a WIP but the author updates pretty regularly and it’s all around an A+ fic [Oh, yes, I’ve been waiting for this one to finish before I jump in.]

Avatar: The Untamed Waterbender

by KouriArashi (T, 123k, wangxian, WIP)

Summary: You know the drill. Long ago, the four nations lived in harmony. Then, everything changed when the Fire Nation attacked.

100 years later, Jiang Cheng and Jiang Yanli find Wei Wuxian sealed in an iceberg.

Featuring: avatar WWX, waterbending JC, firebending Wens, airbending Lans, earthbending Nies and Jins, Jiang Yanli in possession of the brain cell, et cetera.

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[My ko-fi.]

#follower rec #wangxian fic rec #I HAVEN'T READ THESE YET #wangxian #mdzs #follower recs

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narumi-gens · 3 years

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hi!! so i just started writing fanfics, and i was just wondering -- how do you deal w/ numbers and the whole posting online thing? while i know that i should be writing for fun and stuff (bc it is!) and that im literally JUST starting out, BUT i just.. im someone who really heavily relies on validation, and when people don't really respond to my works well (or at all), i kinda just.. feel bad ): idk.. do u have any tips?

🥺 You came to me for advice on this, anon? 🥺 Thank you so much! I’m more than happy to pass on what I’ve learned and help out a new writer. I’ve been reading/writing fanfics on-and-off in some form or another for like ten years, but especially over the last four and am happy to share some tips. There are five main things that I think can help grow your follower count and the amount of feedback you get:

Don’t feel bad about wanting validation.

Consider the platforms where you post.

Write for active fandoms and popular characters.

Post frequently.

Interact with other authors.

This got rather long so I have more info under the cut about each of these.

1. Don’t feel bad about wanting validation.

There’s this dumb trap that we all fall into as writers that tells us that validation isn’t important and that what matters most is our love of writing. While I enjoy writing, if my stuff got no notes and no feedback then I would definitely have gotten discouraged and quit writing awhile ago. Why would I put all that effort into something if no one seems to appreciate it? There’s nothing bad about wanting people to let you know they like your writing! I get so happy when I see someone left a comment on one of my fics or went crazy in the tags or sent me an ask. And when something doesn’t get any feedback, I get depressed about it and second guess whether I should have bothered writing it. So, definitely try not to get caught up feeling bad because you want people to tell you that they liked your work. 💕

2. Consider the platforms where you post.

I only use AO3 and Tumblr, so I can’t speak to any other platforms, but posting my writing on both of these are widely different experiences. Part of the culture of AO3 is giving kudos and leaving comments, so you’re more likely to get feedback there than anywhere else. I slowly built a following on Tumblr because of my AO3, even when I wasn’t posting anything on Tumblr itself. I would really recommend checking out AO3 if you’re not already on there! You do need to request an invitation, but it only took me a couple of days to receive one. I also have 8 invitations that I haven’t sent out, so DM me if you want one and I can give you one!

I’m sure you’ve already seen posts about this, but the unfortunate thing about writing on Tumblr is that the feedback is absolutely minuscule and I’m not sure why. There’s this awful culture on this platform of people only liking content and not reblogging it to make sure it gets shared with other users. So, you end up really reliant on your own followers and the tagging system for your works to reach people. And the tagging system is a mixed bag. Sometimes your posts don’t show up in the tags or they will but only after a couple of days. If your post gets enough notes then it might go to the top of the search feed but then only for a few days at most.

As a sidenote to readers, this is why reblogging is so important! Even if you only have five followers or don’t leave a comment, just reblogging it means a lot to content creators!

Here are some of the tips I have for the mechanics of Tumblr:

Use the tagging system, as imperfect as it is. I think Tumblr now reads the first 20 tags in your post, so use that to your benefit. I usually always tag at least: [character name]; [character name x reader]; [fandom]; [fandom x reader]. You can always also try things like: [character name genre], [fandom genre], [fandom fanfic], [character fanfic] as well.

Make sure your blog is easy to navigate and have a masterlist that’s easy to find. If a reader sees your content on their dash and decides to check out your other works, if they can’t find them on your blog then they’ll probably just leave.

Self-reblog as much as you feel you need to for your followers who may have missed your post. I self-reblog a lot for new content over the first couple of days and then even will do a few icymi self-reblogs later as well. It also helps to have a list in your profile somewhere of your recent updates so people can easily see if they’ve missed something.

3. Write for active fandoms and for popular characters.

This might seem like common sense, but I think it’s something to keep in mind if you want to grow your follower count and your chances of getting feedback. And there’s nothing wrong with prioritizing a fic over another just because you want more feedback. I actually really want to write something for Chainsaw Man but the fandom is so small compared to the other fandoms I write for that I’m putting it on hold until the anime comes out.

That’s not to discourage you from writing for characters or fandoms that are less popular -- I have a bad habit of writing for niche characters and fandoms. But I always see my activity spike when I write for more popular characters. Another tip is to try and figure out which characters people are thirsting over but where there’s a lack of fics for them. You’ll also find that some characters or fandoms just have louder fans than others. The stuff I’ve written for Gojo has gotten a lot of likes and notes, but not so many comments or much feedback. But the amount of asks and thirsts I’ve gotten for Naoya is wild. This is something you’ll learn over time as you keep writing!

4. Post frequently.

This one is annoying because writers have lives and real-world responsibilities and we can’t just write 24/7. But when you’re trying to build a following, even if you can do a couple of short drabbles a week, you’ll really start to see your follower count and feedback grow. I’m not sure if people tend to like longer or shorter fics more, but overall people are just hungry for content and if you can give it to them on a frequent or at least regular basis then they’re more likely to interact, especially if you’re taking requests.

But don’t prioritize writing and posting content at the cost of your own well-being. As authors we’re all guilty of this at one time or another, but your followers will understand if you have writer’s block or you need to take a step back! Taking care of yourself is more important than getting feedback or interaction. ❤️

5. Interact with other authors.

Building relationships with other authors is a big one, but it’s also probably the hardest because a lot of us (me included!) are just so shy about reaching out! It’s like asking someone on a date or trying to be friends with someone you really admire. I know it’s scary to come off of anon (I still sometimes send asks on anon!), but authors recognize the names we see often in our notes and in our inboxes and we’re all really nice, I promise! 🥰 And I’m much more likely to read the fics of my mutuals and the people I follow than I am to be searching through the tags.

And I think there’s nothing wrong with reaching out to an author you love and politely asking if they’ll read your work. I think it’s totally okay to send something like, “I really love your writing and wanted to know if it’s alright if I share this fic I just posted with you? I’ve seen you thirsting over [character] and think you might like it if you have the time to read it!” The worst they can do is turn you down. I would never be upset over getting an ask like that as long as it was polite and the person was understanding that I might not have time to read their fic. But, I know that this is really scary to ask of someone. I’ve only done it once or twice, so maybe I don’t have any ground to stand on here, but I really think you should try it even if you need to send the ask on anon first.

Please just be mindful of an author’s rules before reaching out.

Another added bonus is that authors are more likely to reblog and give you feedback on the stuff you write because we’re in the exact same boat as you! We’re the perfect audience.

And don’t forget...

Growing your follower count and reaching the level of feedback you want takes time. If you’re just starting out, don’t get discouraged. The more you write, the better you get so even if you’re not getting the feedback you want now, that doesn’t meant that you never will!

And of course, pay it back in kind. Just how you want people to interact with your fics, we want the same. I always try to leave comments on the fics I read on AO3 and always reblog the fics I like on Tumblr and try to go wild in the tags so that the author knows that I loved their works.

I hope you found all of this useful, anon! Best of luck with your writing! 💕

#Anonymous #writing advice #fanfiction #writing tips #fanfic tips #useful stuff

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sunfloweradore · 3 years

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i’m leaving this blog

hi! this post is a bit long but at the end you’ll find prompts and requests that you are free to use if you’re a writing blog :).

hi there!! if you’re reading this, i hope you’re doing well and staying safe. i just wanted to say that i’m leaving this blog and i’m not sure if i’ll ever come back. the years i’ve spent being a harrie have been great and it’s been a crazy amount of time! pretty much since the x factor! however, for a long time it’s also felt like i’ve been forcing myself to be a fan of harry’s. i’ve put so much energy into being a fan of his that it hasn’t been fun for me in a while and neither has writing fanfiction, which is what this blog is mainly for. it’s felt very difficult to sit down and write a fantasy about somebody who i might not even like anymore and in hindsight it seems a little dumb, but i did stress over writing all the time. this isn’t really about anybody i’ve interacted with on tumblr because you’re all lovely but sometimes it feels as though harries don’t treat him like he’s a human being and instead like he’s a god. me, included. even though i know we joke about harry being the only man we’d let degrade us or destroy our lives or whatever, he is still a person at the end of the day! it took me a very long time to realize that and thinking of him as otherworldly or completely perfect was my way of thinking for a while and i think it was pretty damaging. the fact that so many people would literally die for him is sad because unfortunately, none of us are going to be on his “level”, so to speak. we don’t know him personally and chances are we aren’t ever going to. ahhhh please don’t be mad at me for saying this, it’s just something i’ve realized i need to change about myself and i think it’s something we should all consider about everyone we are fans of.

anyway, the time and energy i’ve spent on something so ridiculous is exponential and i really feel like it’s time to put it in the past. i’m dedicating this year to self-growth and part of that is learning how to be my own person. feeling like i have to be interested in something or someone in order to be normal has been a common theme in my life and harry has been that someone for as long as i can remember. this isn’t his fault of course but i’m getting older and i don’t want to think of this time in my life as the era that i was obsessed with harry styles. instead, i want to form memories and real life experiences instead of using fanfiction as a way to cope with all of the things that i can’t handle in my life. it worked for a while but at this point i’ve been reading it and writing it for so long that it feels like i’m living inside my head, like i’ve become dependent on it (obviously this is very bad lolol). so, long story short, i will be leaving this blog because it just isn’t good for me anymore. thank you to everyone who has requested things for me to write and anyone who has interacted with my writing. sorry i couldn’t get through them :(. i’d also like to thank everyone i met through this blog because you’re all such amazing people and you deserve the world. i will leave my writing up but the sentiment still applies- i’ve worked very hard on everything i’ve written so please don’t repost any of it without crediting me, thank you.

below are requests i couldn’t get to and prompts(?)/works that i never got to finish. feel free to use them if you want and tag me in them bc i’d love to see how you write them :)

1. paperboy harry!

i think the direction i wanted this to go in was kind of like a 40′s au? or just a long long time ago. not sure why i had this started seeing as i already have harry as a paperboy in a story of mine but go off ig

2. vampire harry!

i had a specific plot i wanted where harry was in a car wreck because of a vampire who ended up biting him in like an alleyway. reader saves him and is a vampire herself! she nurses him back to health n teaches him how to be a vamp with various shenanigans along the way

3. hospital au?

this one i’m not too sure about but if you’ve seen the red band society you’d sort of know the direction i was going with this. there’s kind of an in-between for people in the hospital who are fighting death or going into surgery and in that in-between is a boy who has been in a coma for a long time. i pictured this as being angsty and for harry to be the boy who guides people in certain directions but he ends up falling for the reader while she’s there

4. ghost au!

self explanatory but i pictured harry as the ghost who kind of just wants a friend lol

5. tea au?

this would probably be pretty short, i just thought it was cute! reader has different kinds of tea all the time and it’s a surprise each time he kisses her

6. strawberry farm au?

reader has a strawberry farm LMAO maybe harry buys them from her or it’s another vampire au, who knows!

7. threesome

most likely has been done b4 but a threesome w 2 guys and the reader where the guy is inside harry while he is inside the reader

8. chocolate by the 1975

a fic based on that song! it would probably be from harry’s pov

9. space au?

hmm i think i probably saw something that inspired this but all it says is “harry sends letters to space” so i’m assuming it’s an au where he just decided to send letters to space out of boredom or something and mayhaps alien reader finds one?

10. assassin au!

harry is an assassin and in my draft it’s super vague? and almost seems like he’s stalking the reader? it could go in any direction really but i’m assuming the reader is dating him and doesn’t know he’s an assassin

11. chapstick

very similar to the tea one! just w the reader wearing diff chapsticks all the time

12. shower

this is inspired by something i read on wattpad a long time ago and i’ve tried finding it but i think it might’ve been deleted. the reader flicks da bean all the time in the shower and is really loud about it, harry is distracted and confronts her

13. dang ANOTHER threesome

but this time harry is on a date with a girl and they’re at a bar- the girl is looking around, sees the reader and thinks she’s gorg and they end up having a threesome

14. photography au!

harry is a photographer who somehow ends up taking pictures of the reader. in my draft the reader asks him to delete the ones that are ugly but he keeps them all hehe

15. scrapbook au

similar to the last one, harry takes pictures of the reader a lot but it’s not bc he’s a photographer, he just thinks she’s pretty n wants to scrapbook. twist is that he has TWO scrapbooks- one of innocent pics and one that’s lustier (consensual ofc)

16. habits of my heart by jaymes young

self explanatory, angsty

17. roommate au?

this is for some reason also an assassin au? but they’re roommates and reader doesn’t know what he does. they’re bffs, mutual pining

18. don’t forget about me by clove

wow another song fic, big surprise

19. puppyy

harry gets a puppy who hates him :( but the puppy loves the reader!

20. mall au

lol this one is kind of dumb idk why i thought of it but harry is one of those kiosk people at the mall who sells perfume! dunno!

21. condoms

reader works at gas station, harry buys huge condoms

22. poetry

either person reads erotic poetry while touching the other

23. magic au

one of them makes a love potion, kind of dark? like making the other fall in love with them idk it could be an accident though

24. private chef

the reader is a private chef! that’s all i’ve got!

25. message board

this is inspired by..... the sims lmaooo you can pin messages to the message board in your apartment building and i thought it’d be cute if the reader and harry lived in the same building and he leaves notes on the board and she doesn’t know they’re for her! she always thinks they’re cute though

26. raisin theory

inspired by new girl! specifically a comment i saw in like a compilation? video of new girl on yt

i thought it’d be cute for harry to be that person

#tbh i haven't been reading ff either so if any of these have been done already i didn't know #anywhooo ily #hopefully this year will be good for everybody #harry styles imagines #harry styles writing #and of course the reader doesn't have to be female or in 3rd person #but yeah idk how many people are even gonna see this but my masterlist isn't linked anymore #if you search for masterlist on my blog it will come up #okay bye!!

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mego42 · 3 years

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author meme!

tagged by @whiskeyjack and @bethsuglywigs to ramble about the inspiration/evolution of the idea that eventually became a song inside the halls of the dark.

This was actually really fun because I went back through my drive and found my initial wildly rough draft of what was going to be the beginning of it and am howling because it’s supposed to be Beth POV but the voice is like, me, so it reads a little like Annie is narrating Beth’s life and state of mind hahahahaha whoops!

putting the rest of this nonsense below the cut bc i got a bit verbose. shocking, I know.

BUT OKAY SO this will come as no surprise to anyone who has paid any attention to my perpetual WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING meltdowns but song was originally supposed to be a short one-shot!

Baaaaaasically, I was listening to is there somewhere by halsey a lot because I am nothing if not a basic bitch and also I love that song let me live. I was really into the idea of writing something where Beth and Rio end up having to spend a night in a hotel room (obvs there is only one bed), going into it with a functional relationship but walls definitely up and basically being forced to get to know each other on a level they previously hadn’t because they’d never had reason to spend this much time with just the two of them together. it was all going to lead to them both having individual oh shit, I think I like like you moments. Basically it was gonna be a bottle episode, set sometime in the partnership era of s2.

Obvs what came out was very different.

I started asking myself questions like well why are they in a hotel room? They were on a job far away. Okay, okay, why can’t they leave? Mmmmmmm what if one of them is injured? Oooooh interesting, how did one of them get injured? Job went wrong. Fascinating! How’d that happen?

(yes this is a mostly accurate representation of how conversations with myself often go but usually with more participants and a lot of commentary from the peanut gallery)

Over the course of asking those question, the initial set up with Mia and the Canada meeting started taking shape and that was really what killed my whole it’s gonna be short I swear MO because as soon as I came up with Mia I was like oh!!!! I like her!!!! I want to know more about her!!!! who is she??? what does she want??? what is her backstory????? I think I love her???????? and started trying to come up with ways to shoehorn more about her into a concept that was v much not built to sustain OCs. Then, to further complicate things, somewhere along the lines I decided that actually, if someone’s getting hurt, wouldn’t it be more loaded and interesting for that to happen in s3 times when Beth and Rio ~~~hate each other and have to reckon with do I save this person’s life or no? Also what does the fallout of all of this look like and more specifically when does Mia come back?

And lo, the initial outline of song started to take shape!

(fun fact! it radically changed two more times during the writing of it! which….I dislike admitting out loud bc idk about you but when I know that, I can see the scar tissue all over it, hahahaha)

tagging:

@joeyjoeylee - law school AU

@pynkhues - navigate a broken path (or pirate au even though you already talked about it today or yesterday for you bc australia is in the future bc i cannot stress enough how much I love hearing about that fic)

@septiembur - a bit of a stretch

@foxmagpie - delinquents and/or all four seasons *stares in peer pressure*

@sothischickshe - the to everything there is a season series

rules/q’s/meme backstory:

recently I have become really fascinated with fanfic authors and what exactly was rumbling around in their brain that inspired a fic?

Was it a line of dialogue you couldn’t get out of your head?

A scene you wrote WAY in advance and then crafted the whole story around?

An image in your mind?

Inspiration from another form of media?

Maybe someone suggested something to you and it just TOOK off from there?

What is the cornerstone of this fic -what is it all built around? The idea that started it all?

Tag an author & their fic. Let’s hear about what sparked your story. What exactly got your booty movin’ shakin’ motivated and writin’ ?

#author tag #tag games #shut up meg #a song inside the halls of the dark #i am actually wildly curious to know how obvious it is that i swerved when i swerved #but i also think maaaaaaaybe i've posted about that before #so y'all are like meg we know please make like your tag and shut up

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divine-mistake · 3 years

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hi lovie, congratulations on your milestone!! you deserve all the beautiful things life has to offer 💗✨💗

i thought i would ask you a coupl’a questions ✨ bc i love listening to other writers talk about their love for the art 🥺

how did you find your passion for writing? was it something you’ve always enjoyed, or is it something that’s become more personal to you, as time passes?

& how do you find inspiration for your stories? what motivates you to begin, and continue writing?

lastly, bc i can’t help but ask, most (if not all) your stories feel very vulnerable to me, do you write based off of real life experiences? or is it purely fantasy? maybe a healthy mix of the two?

also, i’m sure i’ll be back bc i can’t help myself, and the idea of being shipped w a beautiful mcu character seems v fun to me lol

anyways ily!! and i hope you’re doing well 💗✨💗

hi honey lovey!!! thank you for participating!! 💖 these are great questions!

how did you find your passion for writing?

i have most definitely always loved written word. i think i was about 9 when i first discovered Edgar Allan Poe’s work, and i loved his poetry so much that i started to write my own, and that’s really where all this began! but i mean, i’ve loved literature since longer than that. as soon as i could read i was reading and it just progressed from there y’know, especially being into the poetic stuff. i went from Poe to Emily Dickenson, Plath, Shakespeare, and on and on and on, and that was just early inspiration for me. but it’s definitely become more personal, for sure, as writing evolved into a form of expression for me rather than just me mimicking something for creativity. i largely write about emotions i think most of you guys know, and that becomes personal so quick. so when i started discovering short stories and books and memoirs and then fanfiction, idk, it just really got out of hand in the best of ways! so the answer is kind of both. it’s inherent, but it’s also very learned. i know that’s kind of a complex answer but it’s the truth haha. and my relationship with writing has been hot and cold because of those evolutions in the past. i have loved writing and i have hated it and it’s been a one night stand and a booty call and we’ve been married and divorced just as well. i’m just happy that right now, it’s pretty steady, and it’s what i truly love to do.

how do you find inspiration for your stories?

the easy answer is i find inspiration in books, in art, and in music. the much more complex and difficult answer is everywhere. there is inspiration in everything that i do. i think that’s easily the most wonderful and frustrating part of being a writer. i can’t look at someone drinking a coke out of a can and not think about what their story is. i can find meaning in a beat up old pick up truck and abandoned tires, and i can find meaning in how the surface of water ripples even when nothing has touched it. it’s beautiful, but it’s tiring i think. i write every thing down (omg the notes section on my iphone... y’all should ask me to show you screenshots sometime) and i constantly think about philosophy, how humans exist and how characters can come to be. that’s the hard answer.

what motivates you to begin, and continue writing?

i kind of had this conversation with someone earlier and i’m going to do a condensed version (hopefully) but i do not rely on motivation to write. if i relied on motivation to write i would simply never write. writing is hard. it’s a really tiring, difficult, and time consuming hobby and a lot of people don’t recognize that. but it’s also the thing i love to do most. so it’s like, i could watch netflix or hang out with friends or play video games or i could write. i’m never going to choose to write. so instead of focusing on finding motivation, i have really taken a turn to practicing discipline when it comes to writing and YES i know, i know that sounds like shit and that’s an awful answer and not the answer anyone wants to hear bc the first time i heard it i was pissed that someone would tell me that. but it’s so true. you cannot rely on motivation if you want to write a lot, and if you want to write for a living, and that’s my dream. so in the last year, i have taken writing a lot more seriously. i can’t write every day - i’m way too busy and too tired to do that - but i do think about writing every day. and i do TRY to write every day if i can, even if it’s just a little bit. sometimes it’s not on any project, and instead it’s just me typing out my feelings from that day. sometimes i do exercises, like i write about an emotion i’m feeling in detail or a character monologue or even a scene’s setting and description, just to stretch my writing muscles. and honestly, sometimes you just have to sit down and do the thing. and that’s really hard, because writing is really hard, but sometimes you just have to do it. otherwise, you’re not going to get anywhere.

so i guess the short answer to this is i am motivated by my dream of being a full time author some day. i’m motivated by my love of writing. i’m motivated enough to learn the discipline that writing for a living will require of me some day. and really, i’m motivated a lot these days by my readers. i know that people want to read my work and that makes me insanely happy. confused? yes. but insanely happy. and that really keeps me going when i’m feeling insecure or down about my writing abilities. (whew sorry that was so long eeep)

do you write based off of real life experiences?

yes! everything i write, no matter how fantastical or mythical or magic it ends up somehow comes from a part of me. everything is very very very personal. my main characters are extensions of myself, some facet of myself that i want to explore. the themes in my work largely deal with things i care about - like politics, racism, not belonging, not feeling loved. take bloom for instance! bloom, my sam wilson fic, is a metaphor for disordered eating, something that i have struggled with almost my entire life. my mom put me on diets when i was 8 years old lol. you don’t ever fully recover from something like that. and TCOR, my loki series, is deeply personal. in fact, it’s probably the most personal story that i have, which is why it’s the hardest to write. so yes. writing, to me, has to be personal. i don’t think i could write something that didn’t have a part of me in it, because isn’t that what writing is? a very long time ago when i first started writing, someone told me that writing is lying. you're telling the truth, but you're writing it as a lie. and i’m not sure why, but i've held onto it forever. what i write is my own truth spun into a fictional world - a lie. so yeah, everything i write is an extension of me in the most sacred of forms.

thanks for these questions!!! i’m so sorry i never know when to shut up haha but i love questions like these and i hope that maybe someone reads them and finds merit in them! come back for a ship soon lovely, i’ll be waiting!!

thank you for 1k! join my sleepover and ask me anything!

#divines1ksleepover #ask me anything #writing advice #I SOUND SO PRETENTIOUS IM SO SORRY #PLS IGNORE ME

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willowistic22 · 4 years

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Please... (Redfinch)

Albert has been thrown to the refuge before. It was an ugly story but at least it prepared him from what was coming when he got thrown in again. But Finch? This was his first time learning on his own how relentless Snyder is...

Word count: 3302

Part : [1 this] - (if ppl like this i’ll make more parts)

Warnings: Blood, abuse, torture, knife cuts, restraints, mentions of death, beatings, cussing (no surprise there lol), in short this is a whump fic. I probably missed some warnings and if I did please let me know!

A/N: Hello, yes, I am well aware that I’ve vanished from my fanfic writing spree. It’s gonna be more common now because school is more hectic online than irl. Anyways, i came up with this idea when I was in the middle of having writers block from writing another wip and ended up finishing this one whoops. I also like ignored the remainder of requests from my inbox not bcs i don’t want to do them but i haven’t gotten the time. Especially since this is October and my school always have special plans on October so I’m sorry. But, hey I got a fic out! ENJOY! (might make this a three part thing if you guys want idk)

[ @jaelynn-is-slightly-confused i did it.......................... ]

The first time he got sent to this hellspace was years ago, and fortunately for Albert it only lasted for four days before he was able to bust out. Odd how he thought something would be different. He expected the treatment would stay the same, no surprise there. The bounded limbs, the painful souvenirs smeared all over his body, being left to fend for your own life, none of this was new. And yet, Al thought maybe something physical about this awful settlement would be different. Maybe painting the walls a different color? Cleaning the little drops of blood on the floor?

A funny idea to be thinking about in this kind of situation. But he needed something to calm him down. Something to distract him from the pain all over his body. The bruises from punches, the strangling feeling made by a strong pair of hands ghosting his neck, the cuts from a knife marking his skin, the pain in his wrists while they’re tightly bound to each other with a rope, basically everything that’s been given to him the minute he arrived here.

An itch in his throat triggered him to go on a coughing fit. It made him feel every inch of pain all over his torso as he reached for that itch. He ends up opening his eyes after spending a long time closing them.

His senses are now hyper focused on everything around him. Albert can feel the coarse cement wall through the back of his shirt. It’s the only thing making him sit up properly while he spreads his legs out on the dirty floor, just as equally coarse as the wall. He can see streaks of lights coming from the tiny windows on the wall he’s leaning onto. The only light source provided for this basement.

There isn’t anything in here. Most of the kids held in the refuge would stay up stairs. Rooms provided with rickety bunks where at least six kids slept all at once. Big scary men put on guard on every corner with batons, ready to strike when a kid acted up. You only get sent down to the basement, or what most kids would say the ‘torture chamber’, when the ungoldy amount of scars already given to you haven’t made you obey anything they say. And Albert has been a huge pain in the ass.

The sound of the heavy metal door opening bounces on the walls, pulling Albert’s consciousness away from the distraction forming in his head as he was about to close his eyes for another rest. Slow footsteps climbing down the wooden stairs echoes throughout the room. A weak light slowly gets stronger as the footsteps get louder in Al’s ears.

The sound of the footsteps against the wooden stairs turn into strong assertive steps on the concrete floor. Al weakly darts his eyes up at the big man, bringing a candle in one hand and a lit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth.

“Good to see you again, Al!” Snyder exclaimed after huffing out a cloud of smoke, a devilish grin painting his face.

“Wish I could say the same to you” Albert voiced as best as he could, hoarse but Snyder could hear the hatred behind it.

The beaten up redhead proceeds to spit at his captor’s shoes with a glare. In return, Snyder chuckles out whilst shaking his head.

“You think that’s funny?” Snyder challenged.

“Actually, I do!”

In the matter of seconds, Snyder gets closer and viciously grabs Albert by the neck with a tight grip. He holds him up with one hand on the neck, high with his back up against the wall.

Despite his throat being seconds away from being totally crushed, he was able to hold up his glare. The pain is unimaginable, but his smile remains. Albert is not giving in to obeying this man in any way. Not even the fear he’s trying to assert on him.

“Fearless. I admire that” Snyder notes, curiously tilting his head as he examines the details of his face.

“Thanks. My parents are pretty proud of that too” Albert needed some effort to get the words out, but thought it was definitely worth the pain to see the displeased look in Snyder.

“And very stubborn...”

They lock their eyes in a glare, none of them showing any sign of turning away.

“I’ll have to fix that attitude…” Snyder exclaimed. He turns towards the stairs leading upstairs and shouts, “Bring ‘em in”

The door opened, followed by a sound of two men viciously telling someone to obey their orders. Not a moment later, a tumbling noise reveals a weak body being pushed down the stairs and onto the concrete floor with a loud thud. Their back was facing Al, so he didn’t know who that was.

But Al noticed the newsboy cap, lying on the floor not far from the figure. It was thrown away from their head when they fell down the stairs. The cap looks eerily familiar. God, did Albert hope it wasn’t who he thinks it is…

The two men from earlier came down. One uses his feet to flip over the person they’ve just thrown down here, along with the bound wrists with the same rope as Al dropping in front of their chest. With the minimal light provided by the little windows and now the presence of Snyder’s candle, Albert can tell who they’ve just thrown in.

His smirk slowly drops at the sight of the weak boy. His hazel eyes no longer glaring at his captor, but staring helplessly at the body lying on the floor. Blond hair no longer electrified as it used to. Al’s favorite face to cradle no longer looks the same as before. Eyes still clenched shut. Snyder smirks, seeing his tactic has shown some progress. And he barely did anything yet.

“Not so funny now, huh?” Snyder taunted under his breath, only Albert was able to hear it, “Should’ve brought the boy into the mix sooner…”

Snyder loosens his grip around Al’s neck, but he’s soon held up once again by two of Snyder’s henchmen. One holds down his shoulders, pinning him up against the wall, and another by the chest and stomach.

Snyder makes his way to the boy on the ground with lazy steps. Albert can see him reaching for something under his jacket. It was soon revealed to be a knife once he playfully glides it in the air while kneeling down to the boy. He throws away his burnt out cigarette and places the candle on the floor, not far from the helpless body. He grabs the boy’s chin to make him look up with his free hand, smiling like the devil when he hears the boy whimpering from his touch.

“I’m not one to like guys… but this one’s clearly a looker, don’t you think?” Snyder examines the face in his hand.

Albert’s temper was acting up, but his struggles to break free from the strong grip was instantly met with punches to the stomach. The bruises from earlier makes the pain hurt even more. With a silent raise of two fingers, Snyder made the two henchmen stop the punching. It gives Albert some time to settle in with the pain.

Another signal from Snyder, and the henchmen drops Al on the floor and leaves the basement to the three. Albert’s head was up against the concrete floor, taking in the cold and dusty texture.

He’s on the same eye level as the boy. A desperate gaze towards the innocent face now full of blood, water, dust, and dirt all smudged together on his skin. Al could see more details, maybe bruises or cuts covered up by the smudges.

“Come on now, Finch! You’re invited to the party!” Snyder said to the boy, bringing his face right to his own. It forces him to slightly sit up, whimpering along as his body is getting forced under all that pain, “The least you could do is appreciate the invitation”

It was the order to open his eyes. God knows what Snyder would do if he didn’t. The action reveals a pair of Albert’s favorite blue eyes, but fear clouds it along with the redness caused from what he assumes to be a lot of crying.

Finch never loses his composure. He’s that cool and mysterious guy everyone is intrigued by. Either have a cool smirk or a neutral quiet face at all times. He doesn’t express his feelings freely, so it keeps people guessing. But those tear streaks, shaky limbs, pressed down sobs in his throat, that wasn’t usual. Albert may have seen him vulnerable, but this wasn’t the romantic and soft side of him that he’s used to. This was genuine fear.

“I know you’re not one to follow orders from me…” Snyder started, guiding Finch to sit up properly. His unbalanced head moves along with the dazing motion in his mind. In a split second, the sound of a slap echoes through the room. Finch falling helplessly the moment his huge hand connects to his cheek. With a little yelp from the pain, he’s back on the ground, desperately holding back his sobs and scrunching his eyes shut.

“... But I’m sure we could… make some changes to that” Snyder continued, turning his head around to face Albert.

By now, Al found the little strength to prop himself up to sit up against the wall again. He snarls, pushing Snyder to smile to his own amusement.

“I see progress being made!” He exclaimed with an unsettling grin after noting his silence. He turns back to face Finch, “Let’s see how much of that we can get for today’s session…”

Snyder drags Finch by the ropes that ties his arms together up till it can reach the rusty old hook attached to the ceiling. He gasps at the pain in his wrists carrying his entire weight up on the hook, all the pain being stretched out. The tip of his toes grazed the floor and his head hung low.

The same knife from earlier makes its way to press on Finch’s chest. Albert had only realized his shirt was unbuttoned just now and takes in all the horrifying scars. It ranges from faint purples and blues and very clear red and pink lines, all of which are smeared across his body. The cold blade hasn’t cut through his skin, but it made Finch’s senses hyper focused. Lungs working at full force, loud breathing and rapid chest movements. He thought he was just playing tricks, making him think he’s seconds away from cutting some skin.

When he least expected it, the blade drew another line just below his collar bone. It causes the boy to let out a half suppressed yelp. Snyder dragged the knife so slow, Finch could feel every bit of the pain.

“Wait! Stop!” Albert could only yell from a distance.

“Thought we’ve managed to get you to shut up...” Snyder turns his head a little to see Albert behind his shoulder. He digs the blade an inch deeper into Finch’s skin, causing a little cry to finally escape his lips but soon was suppressed once again.

“He has nothin’ to do with this!”

Albert shifts a bit loudly. It instantly alerts Snyder, causing him to fully turn his head towards him with a glare.

“Try getting any closer, and I’ll slit his throat open right now!” Snyder growled, firmly holding the blade against the weak throat. It made Finch pull his head up to avoid getting cut, inevitably forcing his eyes to open to stay cautious around it.

Albert locks his eyes in Finch’s desperate gaze back at him. A silent cry for help, which only made Al furious because he can’t do anything. He wants to wipe his tears away, clean his face, and just hold him tight against his chest. Get the two back to the lodge where their friends are waiting. Everything in his power to get Finch away from any more torture.

Snyder smiled at Albert’s compliance, forcibly settling his body back on the wall.

“Atta, boy,” He said, turning his head back to face Finch. He grabs a fistful of blonde curls and whispers, “See? Told’ja he’d listen to you”

Snyder pulls the knife out of his flesh. Finch gasps at the pain, red blood dripping down his body. His breath becomes fast and uncontrollable once again. And he didn’t stop there. Punches being thrown, more knife cuts, and a hand gripping firmly around his neck while he growls words that shapes nightmares. The chest starts to add in more color to it. Streaks of blood dripped down his slightly toned body. Each of those marks burns deeply into him. With every swing from the fist, Finch uses all his energy to suppress his voice despite the unimaginable pain it emits.

Finch has been in a fight before. He knows what it feels like getting punched over and over again. But this? This is something new. He’s in a position where he can’t do anything. And god is he scared for his life. Albert won’t blame him. After a few dozen punches, his lover fell limp. Hanging helplessly on the hook and taking all the new cuts and bruises like he deserves it. His heart skipped a beat, thinking that he actually might’ve given up.

“Can’t you tell he’s had enough of it?” Albert shouted, helplessly watching his lover get tortured to near death.

Snyder continues to use Finch as a punching bag, ignoring his near silent cries and Albert’s pleas to stop.

“What does it have to do with ‘im?!”

A hook to the chin this time.

“You fucking bastard! You’ll kill him!”

Finch couldn’t hold his crying anymore, despite being told to before he got thrown in the basement. Snyder draws out the knife again upon hearing all the sobs escape his cut lips.

“Snyder, please!” Albert’s voice shakes.

He stops his arm and turns to face Albert, dropping his hand with the knife to his side. Albert can be seen on the verge of tears, and he won’t deny it to anyone. Snyder’s lips fell open with wonderment.

“I get the point already. You don’t have to keep hurting him...” Albert explained even further, desperation lacing his words. Eyes slowly welling up with water, “Please…”

Snyder scoffs, twisting his lips into the devil's satisfied smile, “Say that again”

He just wants to see Albert complying to him. Hear him beg to stop the injustice torture. Maybe as far as to hear him cry.

“Please… Let him go...” breathlessly, Albert begged. He could feel a drop of water from one of his eyes threatening to fall down his cheek.

Snyder approaches Albert, kneeling down in front of him. He uses the knife from earlier, still full of Finch’s blood dripping off the blade, to tilt Albert’s chin upwards. He glares at Snyder once their eyes meet, but it only makes the man smirk with delight.

“I see you’ve come to your senses”

Hopefully that meant he’d stop and let Finch back upstairs. But this is Snyder, he’s not going to let one of his detained kids off for free.

“But I don’t think you’re... ‘docile’ enough,” Snyder added.

He puts away the knife, letting Albert breathe for a moment. But that breath was stolen from him as Snyder proceeds to slap his cheek, so hard the noise echoes throughout the room. He falls to the ground, adding more to the pain he’s feeling. If his hands weren’t tied up, he would’ve already punched the crap out of that monster.

“You sound adorable when you beg, y’know?” Snyder said standing up to walk back to Finch.

Albert huffs out breaths full of anger, watching him approach his bloody human punching bag. He blows a strain of red locks away from his eyes to carefully watch what he’s going to do.

Snyder grabs Finch’s cheeks, forcing him to look up, “You’re definitely a keeper. Isn’t that right, Al?”

He turns to face Albert, watching as the redhead struggles to sit upright once again. He didn’t break his glare at the man while doing so, showing his own daggers through hazel eyes.

Snyder scoffs it off, focusing back to Finch. He unhooks the rope off of the ceiling, the limp body giving in to gravity and hitting the floor instantly. His breathing is slowing down, but hitched with a sob ever so often.

“So, why don’tcha have a little alone time—“ He grabs Finch by the hair. He yelped in pain before being tossed towards where Albert is sitting, his feet somehow complying to the push despite the ache he feels, “—and think about what you did”

He was lucky, Albert was able to catch him into his chest and lap. If he didn’t, Finch would’ve hit the floor and added another bruise on his face. Finch quickly scrambles himself into his embrace as best as he can with tied hands in front of him. Shaking with suppressed sobs into Al’s tattered clothes.

“You don’t wanna make him suffer for something he didn’t do, right?” Snyder taunted.

It fuels Albert’s anger to the brim. He tries his best to wrap his arms around the boy while maintaining his glare at Snyder as he makes his way up the stairs. The heavy door quickly opens and shuts not long after a dozen or so drawn out steps up the stairs. The basement is once again left with minimal lighting since the candle from previously was brought up along with him.

The moment he hears the door close, Finch lets out his sobs. Loud, fueled with ache and fear. Albert suspects he was told to stay quiet while they were doing… whatever it is they did to him to make him look like this. He had a few guesses about what it was, but Al couldn’t bear to put the image in his head.

“Oh, Finch, what did they do to you?” Albert whispered, carefully holding Finch’s cheek up to see the damage.

Finch stays silent as they view each other’s faces. Albert wipes Finch’s tears with his thumb delicately to be careful as to not harm him. He cries at the touch of his soft hand, the gentleness he’s been longing for the moment he got into this shithole of a place.

He crashes his face into the crook of Albert’s neck, sobbing a little softer than before. Al places his chin on his curls gently. He rubs Finch’s back and shushes in his hair. Albert knows it won’t calm him down, but there’s nothing wrong with trying.

“Albert… please… I wanna go home…” Finch said shakily, so soft Al nearly couldn’t hear him. About the only thing he has said since the moment the couple has reunited.

Albert hushed the boy, rubbing his cheeks against Finch’s curls, “I know. I know. Just hold on for me”

He continues to sob, a puddle slowly forming on Albert’s shirt. The dam for Albert himself finally broke, letting a drop of water fall down his cheek and a nose slowly getting stuffed. He holds him in his tight arms, as if he’d disappear the moment he lets go.

“We’re gettin’ outta here. I promise” Albert promised, a big promise to uphold too.

It would seem difficult with the position they’re in. He believes their friends are out there coming up with an escape plan or will visit them frequently to check up on them till a plan forms. Till then, he promises to do everything he can to get Finch off of Snyder’s evil hands. Anything to see his Finchy smile again. Even if it ends up being the last thing he does.

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jackrrabbit · 4 years

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ask answering/updates

first of all, thank you 💘 second of all...

ok ok ok don’t get too excited, but I finally got the juice to start working on the next part of Fanatic 🖤 most of you guys will be like ‘who cares’ but i know some of you have been waiting for this for a while! it’s been what, 2 months?? hope I’m not jinxing myself by saying this *knocks on wood* also not to hype myself too much but it’s kinda bomb 😳 maybe this is just my sick bias but I’ve really been wanting to write about...aftermath iykwim haha. reader all scared & shy & trying to avoid him but yk he’s not going to leave her alone :P

I also figured out the ending to it will come back!! it wouldn’t be shiggy if it didn’t get dangerous 😈 also gonna be nice to write some eyes-rolling-back-in-the-head fuckery so our favorite handsy creep can finally get his dick wet with his beloved little nursey <3

here are some other vague ideas, some based on requests, some not. as always no promises!!

BNHA—pillage & plunder with fantasy AU warlord Bakugo (and his gang of ruffians?? hmm...)

BNHA—Overhaul makes you work off your daddy’s gambling debts the extra hard way uwu...also I have SO many ideas for Overhaul 😷 after I finish iwcb my next multi-part fic will probably be with him

BNHA—various things with reader as an aspiring villain set in the same universe as Caught in the Act: reader getting quarantined with shiggy & dabi...dabi getting mad at you after you keep fucking up...incel shiggy jacking it to his adorable protégée without her knowledge (a galaxy brain request from a very good buddy!!!!)

BNHA—ABO with alpha Hawks and omega reader in an elevator...and uh-oh, it’s stuck! and you’re going into heat! oh no, whatever will you do??

Haikyuu—you get stuck in a hole in a wall, good thing your dutiful boyfriend Kuroo is there to help you out ;)

Haikyuu—gangbang with Tsukki, Bokuto, Akaashi, and Kuroo...a challenge bc I’ve never written a gangbang before!! will have to do some research 🧐

Haikyuu—your bf Atsumu does mean things when he’s jealous, like putting his hands up your skirt in public

KNY—Kokushibou decides to keep a shrine maiden as his cute little human pet 💜 actually already wrote pt. 1 but I’ll wait to post til I’m done with Fanatic

AxK—just some no good very bad yandere content with Dr. Midori...neglect play stuff...sensory deprivation stuff...icky icky

Gintama—something with Kamui. does this count as monsterfucking? very very rough...idk what exactly? some form of dastardly acts

thanks for the concern friends 💕💕 I’ve been preoccupied by things happening irl for the past few weeks, trying to educate myself, going to protests, etc.

also in case anyone else is confused, my stance is and always has been that Black lives matter and all cops are bastards. I’m not sure my porn blog is the right place to talk about this at length but if you’re a bootlicker, please smash that unfollow button and don’t let the door hit you on the way out. if you don’t already have a decently functioning moral compass you should not get anywhere near my writing...fr

learn more and get involved

omg thank you & yes yes a million times yes!!! hope you don’t mind commitment issues and student loan debt 💝👯‍♀️

the line between not hawksfucker and hawksfucker is very thin and very blurry, beware.....lol and thank you!!

the video you recommended...like damn!!! that’s exactly the vibe I feel like fratty Hawks x reader from be a little bad would be like if they had a happy ending eventually (start at 1:39)!!!!! “I didn’t make you do this” “I’m not accusing you of anything” it’s that exact dynamic. imo Hawks might be a little less willing to make things official and reader would prob have a hard time being straightforward enough to ask tho...hmmm

I did get several requests for a part 2! I’m thinking it over atm. I will say tho that most of my reqs have very slow turnaround so if I write it, it might be a while

ooh I love getting recommendations! here’s what I like:

fanfic: I read stuff like what I write (smut, kink, yandere, villains). at some point I’m going to make a long post of fic recs of my own! I also read fluff and character x character ship fic so interests are pretty broad

TV: humor, crime shows like Bones, Criminal Minds, Psych, that kind of thing. nothing too dark or complicated, nothing that requires too much investment. same goes for anime

movies: pretty much everything! lately I’m really into Howl’s Moving Castle and Once Upon a Time in Hollywood

books: literary fiction. can I say I’m into dark academia if the only dark academia I’ve read is The Secret History? favorite books I’ve read semi-recently are TSH, All the Light We Cannot See, The Poisonwood Bible, and Discipline & Punish. currently reading Foucault’s History of Sexuality

music: idk man...all kinds of stuff. I listen based on vibe more than genre. all my spotify playlists are named things like “sunday” and “the power” and “[sparkle emoji]”. my artists on repeat are Hozier, The Weeknd, Kendrick, M.I.A., The Neighborhood (F I’m a basic bitch) but I’ll try anything once

jfc these two asks have given me so much hope 🥰😭💗 you know what? sooner or later I’m going to post Kamui x reader smut and it’s going to get 3 notes from the three of us liking it and that’s okay because I’ve thirsted over this man too long and too hard to go my entire life without reading over-indulgent reader-insert porn of him. yes the villain kink jumped out but DAMN!!! the man has ‘h*rny scumbag who lets his instincts rule him’ baked into both his DNA and his psyche, and I’m so here for it 😌

if you don’t know who Kamui is, do me a favor and watch gintama. yes there are like 400 episodes but it’s worth it. I will convert more bitches to the gintama thirst train if it costs me my life. Kamui was made to star in disrespectful breeding kink smut and this is a hill I will die on.

??? sure, if you can point me toward part 2 ????? lmao

I’m guessing you meant to ask for a pt 2 instead of pt 3? in which case, thanks for asking!! but tbh...for some reason I have a really hard time imagining what a pt 2 would look like, maybe because I wrote it 100% from Overhaul’s POV so it’s hard for me to define the reader’s feelings. I’m not saying it’ll never happen but 🤷‍♀️

HOWEVER if it’s Overhaul content in general you’re craving, you’re in luck!!! he’s a favorite of mine. legit he ticks so many of my boxes—villain kink? check. medical/scientist kink? check. yakuza kink? honey I’m weak. I’ll definitely be writing more for him in the future!

oh no! I checked it on my computer & on mobile and all of the links are working for me? are the links still broken for you guys?

anyway, here are the rules, here’s the short version of the request rules, and here is part 1 and part 2 of it will come back.

thank you to everyone who has sent kind words, everyone who replies to my writing, and everyone who posts thirst in the tags!!! I read that shit!!!! and it makes me fucking cry, I love you all

one more thing: several people have requested continuations to Sleepless, Sidekick, and Fanatic. on one hand, I’m so flattered that you guys want more!!! on the other hand, I actually already answered asks about pt. 2′s for those particular fics. before you request a continuation of anything, it’s probably a good idea to look up the name of the fic as a tag on my blog so you can check and see if anyone else had the same question 💖💖💖

#bunny talks #bnha #haikyuu #kny #gintama #AxK #about me #personal #recommendations #updates #yubitsume #bealittlebad #caughtintheact #itwillcomeback

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roublardise · 3 years

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hiiiiii (homosexually) nr 6 and nr 11 for the fic writer ask game please 💕

6) Favorite piece you’ve ever written?

omg that's.... that's such a hard question. i'm gonna do a fanfic pick & an original one bc help

fav fanfic must be 'Je ne suis pas amoureux' which is still unfinished (but it will be done someday my outline is complete)

it's a yuri on ice fic (help), it's in french and idk it was a big step in my writing when i started it, and i've improved a lot with it. there's A LOT of me in it and it wasn't really intentional so it's a piece dear to my heart 💕

it questions the idea of the Couple, which words we can put on which feelings, how we (individually & collectively) define our relationships, the game of power it can involve. it's about love in all its forms, the lines we can or can't cross, the beauty of intimacy & loving the present

with a side of talk about depression (actually bipolar disorder now that i think about it...), and through talk of media/reputation/fame it explores how the way others perceive us can influence/challenge the way we perceive ourselves. there're a bunch of my fav themes to explore tbh the only thing lacking is that it's not lesbian 😔

original hm... OKAY can i do a non-poetry VS poetry one i'm 😭😭

i'm kinda in love with my short story 'je veux tu veux nous voulons'

in french once again that's truly what i master. it's about getting married and what it can mean when you're a lesbian & feminist (or not, it's food for thoughts for everyone). i like that i can't really take any sentence out of context and be like "look it's epic!!!" bc it's epic as part of a whole? by itself some lines are just lines, words are just words, but it's with everything build around that it works and that's kinda what writing is about.

the writing was a bit of a challenge bc that was different from what i was used to, i really liked working on it and the end result truly Hits.

i'm just gonna pick one extract of a poem bc if i keep going i'm just gonna end up saying my fav is everything i've put online* (mayhaps). but i've peaked when i wrote that:

and if our shooting star does fall down the emptiness maybe it'd just fill our own void our own voice like Venus we'll raise as goddesses I mean, what's wrong with a little bit of stardust around us?

*actually this poem isn't online idk what i'm saying lmao

11) Give us an excerpt of your current WIP!

my current wip is my "destiel romcom au" which actually has a pretty permanent title but let's keep some mystery 💕 here's a bit of cas pov which has already gone through the second draft process everything else is a mess lmao

Dean grins as he takes a few pins out of his back pocket. He leans forward and that's when Cas realizes the door must be closed. “You never went inside?”

One of the pin escapes from his hands. “Hm,” Dean seems distracted even as he rummages through the glass to find the tiny piece of metal in it. “No, I was..” Cas points the pin with the tip of his shoe. Dean mutters a “thanks” as he takes it and goes back to work on the lock. “I don't know. It didn't seem right.”

“It didn't seem right,” Cas repeats. “Breaking and entering an abandonned place.”

Dean shrugs, “Yeh, I'm a honest man now.”

“Oh, I can see that.”

The bolt clicks and Dean pushes the door open with a screeching Cas almost hides his ear from. It's short lived, soon remplaced by the cracks of the floor under their feet. The inside is made of blocks of woods on blocks of woods. Cas squints to make sense of what's unfolding in front of him: around hessian sacks leaning against the walls, ropes falling down, and the knots in the floor, Cas notices stairs on the left, leading to what looks more like a attic than a second floor. All in all it's a humble cottage which must not be more than 30m². There are big cabinets and a table with disregarded papers Dean walks towards to as he takes his sunglasses off. And on the right, the blocks of woods becomes more jagged and intricated.

Cas is sure their placements is precise, diligently following the laws of science, so much so one single break would be enough for the whole system to fall apart. The poetic part of Cas' brain can see Heaven as a similar carefully crafted machinery – in which he was the defective part. Cas wonders if there's one there as well. He doesn't know enough about engineering to be able to tell, but there must be a reason for the mill to be left high and dry with nature as only solace.

writing ask game

#thank you for the ask bestie!!!!!!#picking the excerpt made me go through my wip and realize i had an inconsistency to fix help #writing #ask game #writer stuff

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The Most Pt. 1

A/N: Okay so this is my first ever John Wick fic! In a nutshell, it’s basically like a mentor X student AU. I don’t know why but i couldn’t get that idea out of my head and i really wanted to write it, so here! It’s called The Most bc it reminds me of the song with the same title from Miley Cryrus’s new EP. I wouldn’t say the fic is inspired by the song, not entirely at least, but idk to me it just vibes with it (if that makes any sense? i feel like once the second part is out it might make more sense?). This fic is intended to have a second part so that shall also be posted shortly as i have another mini John Wick fic i wanna start and i also want to write the second part to my short Spider-Man fic. I’m so excited about this story y’all! I hope you all enjoy it! As always, feedback is always appreciated. Without further ado, enjoy! :))))

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Today marks the fourth and a half year that you’ve been under John Wick’s tutelage. Only six more months left and John will have had completed his marker. Initially, John was rather reluctant to be your instructor but the marker held by your father gave him no other choice but to abide by your father’s request to turn you into a formidable assassin. Who better to teach you than the infamous John Wick himself?

In the beginning of your training journey, John didn’t bother to hide his reluctance in your father’s request. This made things rather difficult until one day you decided to confront him about his behavior. He was in his study, probably searching for a way to get out of having to train you, when you knocked to let your presence be known then proceeded to enter.

“Evening, Mr. Wick, call me crazy, but I’m getting an inkling that you don’t want to train me.”

He scoffed.

“Believe me, I get it. I bet you’d really rather not have me intercepting with your lonesome peace and quiet but the bottom line is that I have to do this too and I have to learn it all to be as good as you. Maybe not exactly as good as you, but good enough to have me not die immediately as that would be, despite your current opinion of me, quite upsetting.”

He silently glared at you for a long minute, still not very much pleased with his current situation, “Why do you want to do this?”

“Want, who said anything about want? You may be bound by a marker, Mr. Wick, but I’m bound by my family to learn and master everything that there is to know about how to thrive in this lifestyle to survive in it.”

The room remained uncomfortably silent for sometime but you still didn’t falter in your stance.

“Before me who did you train with?” he asked.

“Well I was being trained in Krav Maga by Gabriel Avdeyev for some time but he and my family had a falling out and-–”

“I heard,” he sighed. “.... Based on the results of your initial assessment you have a lot to improve on. For starters, the way you initiate your attacks are okay but they will need to be refined or you will be killed. Get some rest. Tomorrow at dawn we will continue your training.”

Despite knowing John couldn’t actually purposely hurt or kill you, he was still very intimidating and the confrontation was rather hard to execute. But, it paid off.

Training with the notorious John Wick also meant living with him and sometimes that involved taking care of each other. Along with being a good fighter and shooter, John also stressed that one needs to know how to properly patch themselves up. He’s given you medical lessons before but to really teach you, one night he decided to not go to his usually doctor for a patch up but to go directly to you instead and see what you’ve retained from your lessons. When that great idea struck him it was in the middle of the night and he gave you quite a fright when he went into your room all bloody. You almost shot him with the gun you had hidden under your pillow if it weren’t for his quick reflexes which actually made you feel really impressed considering he was critically injured.

“Are you serious, John?” you asked, rather irked at being abruptly awoken at three in the morning.

“No, I’m bleeding. Now get up, this is part of your training. Time to see how much you’ve retained from those medical lessons,” he grunted as another pang of pain struck his lower abdomen.

You promptly threw your covers over your body and got out of bed before leading him to the bathroom where the first aid kit was kept. After finding the source of his bleeding you unbuttoned his shirt and got to work. Under the circumstances, seeing John shirtless wasn’t at all awkward. However, ogling his exposed chest was the last thing on you mind considering how he was bleeding an awful lot from his lower abdomen.

“Jesus what did they nick you with? This looks really bad,” you comment as you inspect the wound.

“Broken bottle of champagne. Try to avoid those in the future, they can be pretty tricky to fix.”

“Yeah, no shit,” you proceeded to clean the wound and remove any stray traces of glass, subconsciously taking quick glances at him whenever he winced. “Do you need anything for the pain?”

“Do you happen to have bourbon in any of these cabinets?”

“No, but I wouldn’t really recommend that considering how alcohol consumption can actually thin your blood out and make you bleed more.”

“But it does help with the pain.”

“Mmmmm, I’d still wager more on the pills designed specifically for that.”

John huffed. At this point you’re finally starting to stitch up his wound but his pained grunts make it a little difficult to focus.

“Are you okay?”

“Don’t worry, it’s nothing I’m not used to.”

“That’s so sad, John,” you paused to briefly glance at him. “Also super broody. We get it, you’re a badass.”

“A bad ass? That seems rude,” he sarcastically replied.

“Oh, my god, you’re actually joking with me for the second time this night. Don’t think I missed that dad joke earlier with the ‘No, I’m bleeding,’” you imitated his gruff voice and lightly laughed. “Good one, John.”

The small smile subconsciously remained on your face for a few seconds longer and John couldn’t help but admire how nicely it adorned your face. You caught him vaguely looking at you but simply assumed blood loss had something to do with the way he was looking at you. He turned away before you could even question your hypothesis.

“Well, we’re all done now. With the abdomen wound at least,” you noticed he’s also bleeding from his head and move to inspect it but his hands reached out and gently grabbed your wrists.

“It’s alright, (Y/N), I can take care of the rest, you’ve done good with the ugliest of them.”

“Don’t be ridiculous, John, I’m here now and I’ve got this for you.”

Never one to waste words, John remained silent which you took as a go ahead.

Thankfully the injuries on his head were nothing more than a few small cuts. At least on that night they were. Some nights John would come back with much rougher cuts, clearly showing that whoever he had fought had certainly put up a good fight but not quite good enough to best John Wick. Still, not only did cleaning his injuries provide you with insights to his battles, it helped you both establish a sense of trust between you two.

After that night, rather than go to his usual doctor John began going straight to you for his patch ups. Could he have chosen to start going to you simply because it’s quicker than stopping by The Continental first and then home? Possibly. The reason for him basically appointing you as his patch up doc never really came up but you didn’t really care. By then your affection and attachment to John was beginning to grow so you didn’t mind being the one to help him feel better after a difficult job. Not to mention that tending to his wounds meant having a good excuse to touch him. Not while overstepping your boundaries, of course, but sometimes it was just nice to be able to be able to grab his hands without it being weird. Tending to the cuts on his face was something you always saved for last. It was your chance to really admire his facial features up close while simultaneously healing it. Sometimes you were so gentle with him that he actually managed to doze off and you were able to tell when it happened because he’d look so relaxed and serene. When you had to wake him up, although you didn’t want to but you knew he’d sleep much more comfortably in his bed than in a stiff chair, he’d always apologize for falling asleep which in effect often lead you both to joke about it. However, you swear that you caught him blushing the first few times it happened and when it did it just felt so, human…

You and John have really come a long way in terms of tolerating each other and actually bonding together. You both truly did. Because John is your instructor and you are over a decade younger than him, your relationship with him was purely professional. However, after about two years of training with him, your feelings for him continued to evolve into a much more stronger and different kind of admiration.

Are you in love with The Baba Yaga?

The answer to that would be a very strong perhaps. When you and John were briefed on the deal of the marker, you were supposed to learn about weapons training, fighting forms, assassination techniques, melee weapons training, etc. You were to learn how to become a proficient and deadly assassin, such as John, not about love or anything else that might be considered a weakness.

You hardly ever give yourself the chance to ponder on your feelings for John, much less at the possibility that he could possess the same feelings of affection towards you. It’s not as if you believe that the less you think or talk about it the less real it is, you aren’t that naive. You’ve simply decided long ago that you’re not going to act on your feelings for John. Love or anything remotely close to that is just not in the cards for people like you and John. At least that’s what you keep repeating to yourself.

Still, with your training nearing to an end you’ve been feeling really glum about it. Training with the notorious John Wick hasn’t been easy but living with and falling in love with the real man behind the legend was so foolishly easy. John is an extremely proficient killer, that much is true, but he is also a man. John is a man with dry humor, a latent love for the simpler things in life, a fun penchant for stunt driving and cars, kind and gentle eyes, and, surprisingly but also not really, a man of a very chivalrous nature. Despite the initial turbulence in your mentor-student relationship, you and John inevitably became good friends which really allowed you to see him under a different light. He often took you out to nice dinners claiming that he wanted a change of scenery from an uneventful day or simply because you did very well while training. Either way you enjoyed your outings with him and also simply appreciated being in an entirely different place, not being reminded of the person you’re supposed to become. However whenever you got injured while training to become that person, John would actually help patch you up. Although he’s taught you how to do so yourself, John would claim the medical lessons were mainly for when you are by yourself and have no one to help you and he’d remind you that he’s there with you now. Which is pretty similar to what you’ve told him the first time you helped patch him up now that you think of it. For an assassin who’s extremely well known for his brutal techniques and merciless takedowns, it astounded you to learn that the same man can also be so gentle. You’re not even officially leaving yet but you already know just how badly you’re going to miss John Wick.

In spite of yourself choosing to not focus on a particular set of feelings held for a particular person, today your brain can’t help but do the exact opposite. Today, John decided to focus more on Brazilian Jui-Jitsu. Little to your knowledge, John actually enjoys training you in this fighting form because these techniques allow a weaker or smaller attacker to successfully overpower a stronger opponent by manipulating the human body and redirecting it’s force. Therefore, if you do it right, you could use the opponent's strength against them and take them down. Usually you do very well in this form of martial arts but today John is able to tell you’re not fully there with him. Although John is very good at Brazilian Jui-Jitsu you’re level of skill is practically on par with his as well and you’re current struggle to beat him is alerting him.

Currently, John has you in locked in a rear choke hold on the ground, with one arm wrapped around your neck, his other arm around your free arm, and one leg wrapped around your other arm preventing you from breaking free. You struggle for a few seconds, realizing there’s no use, he’s already one this match, and grunt in frustration. John loosens his grip around you but doesn’t fully release you yet, he brings his lips close to your ear, “What’s wrong?”

The feel of his breath on your skin sends shivers down your spine, yet you quickly and physically swat those thoughts to the side and shake your head, “Right now you have me in a choke hold and I can’t get out of it, John. I don’t know about you but this seems like a pretty big issue for me.”

John instantly releases his grip on you and rises up, he’s about to lend you a hand to get up as well but you’ve already beaten him to that.

“That’s not what I meant, (Y/N). Tell me, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” you insist. “What makes you think something’s wrong?”

“For starters, I’ve been kicking your ass in this all day when I know I’ve taught you better than that. And for another, you just seem very distracted today.”

John is as perceptive as he is deadly, which is why you don’t bother lying to him again and instead insist on continuing to train.

You look down for a second before looking up, making sure to avoid his concerned gaze, “Look, John, do you mind if we just call it in for the day?”

“Something is wrong,” he states.

“John,” you impatiently groan.

“Why won’t you just tell me what the issue is?”

“Because there’s nothing you can do about it!” you snap and instantly regret it, rubbing at your temples. “Okay, I did not mean to say it like that. I’m sorry. I just need to cool off right now, John…”

This time you don’t wait for permission and simply walk away, however, John doesn’t try to stop you either. Not because he doesn’t care, quite the contrary in fact. Concerned and confused, John intently watches you head towards your room. He begins to trail after you but halts in his steps deciding that right now the best option would be to give you your space. Still, John can’t help but wonder about what could possibly be troubling your mind so much and why you refuse to speak of it.

He glances one last time in the direction you previously walked in before heading towards the kitchen and serving himself a shot of bourbon.

“You can’t do anything about it!” your words replay in his mind.

“She’ll tell me when she’s ready,” he mentally tells himself. “We’ll figure it out then.”

John downs two more shots, currently finding it difficult to dwindle his concern and thoughts of you, before taking off in the direction of his room. He encounters the door to your bedroom on his way and halts at the entrance. He balls his hand into a fist and raises it to knock on your door but slowly brings it down and proceeds to head to his room. After finally entering his room, he gives your door one last glance before closing his door and retreating to his room for the remainder of the day.

#john wick #keanu reeves #john wick x reader #mentor x student

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