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3. For each of the fandoms from day two, what were your favorite characters to write?
Fish Hooks: Mr. Baldwin (duh!).
I enjoy the challenge of this character. Mainly because his struggle in my stories is that he’s pregnant and about to be a dad and instead of being excited about it, he doesn’t really know what to feel. So I got to write his journey as he goes through the different emotions that he has about this process.
I also really enjoy writing the version of Ms. Lips I have in my work. She’s a much gentler, more emotionally-intelligent, and wittier character than the show’s version. She’s a much better partner for Baldwin, and he deserves good things! I also really loved exploring how she’d feel about becoming a mom to someone else’s kids.
I also just loved making Coach Salmons even gayer than he was on the show. (He flirts with Baldwin to annoy him.)
Penny Dreadful: Victor Frankenstein.
Granted, my fic features only him and Caliban, but I really enjoyed taking his paternal joy that he showered on Proteus, and exploring what might happen if he showed Caliban that same kindness. I loved getting to write him so soft, and have this AU where Caliban’s re-birth is something wonderful and celebrated instead of being a traumatic nightmare for both of them.
MamaBoy: Ditto. (No, seriously, that’s his name.)
I’m not certain how many people have seen this movie, but basically Ditto is the wingman of the main character, Kelly (who is also a boy, just for clarification). He is one of the WEIRDEST characters I’ve seen in anything ever. He wears the gaudiest clothing, is so nerdy and ADHD and socially awkward, yet somehow is best friends with the most popular guy in school and is BURSTING with self-confidence. (And is also played by Sinjin from “Victorious.”)
He is also a genuinely supportive, kind hearted friend who is in a heterosexual-marriage with his BFF. And flirts with him constantly. (But I couldn’t end up shipping them! I like them better as friends, tbh! Possibly the first/only time that’s happened to me.)
He is the perfect “Leah” to Kelly’s “Juno.” I love him, and loved writing him. (This movie is not good, btw, but Ditto IS.)
Good Omens: I’m sorry, this one is a copout, because I loved writing both Aziraphale AND Crowley too much to pick between them. I enjoyed writing Zira’s fussy, fretting, and uptight dialogue, but then also Crowley’s more laid-back relaxed parts. I also enjoyed just writing them very domestic and warm-fuzzy, then to have them kinda thrown into a panic when this baby (a girl) gets dumped on their doorstep…who happens to be the second coming of Jesus. 😂
The Neighbors: Jackie Joyner-Kersee.
For two reasons. First reason is the dialogue pattern of the aliens in this show. It was a fun challenge to stay in character with them without feeling like I was completely copying from the show. (For instance, they use their full names like a first name, or their pet-name for their significant other is just “husband” or “wife.”)
Second reason is that this fic focused on the cliffhanger ending of the show, where we find out the leader of the aliens, Larry Bird (Jackie’s husband) is pregnant with his third child, and then he and his family stay behind on earth when their whole colony goes back to their home planet. (The show got canceled after season two, so the plot was never resolved.)
It was fun to focus on a woman/man mpreg story, specifically when writing about Jackie’s envy of her husband’s ability to carry the children, she feels like he has this special relationship with them. So in this rare moment of kindness from Larry (he’s kind of an ass in the show), he helps her connect with their baby.
Re-Animator: (Do I even need to say it?) Herbert West.
I have THOROUGHLY enjoyed writing Herbert. He is an enigma all his own. I’ve mainly enjoy writing him because:
1. He is VERY autistic.
2. I get to do another Frankenstein story. (I’ve also done original work that mimics Frankenstein.)
3. This is my first time writing a trans character.
I am autistic, so I’ve enjoyed using him as my first exploration of writing an autistic character (even though some of my original characters have autistic tendencies). He’s just got this quirky yet dark sense of humor, but he’s also a workaholic “reagent” addict, and he’s completely full of himself. But he’s also, at least in my fic/Combs’ headcanon, asexual. Which is nice, because I am greysexual, so I don’t feel forced to write sex scenes in this fic! 😄
He’s also a MAJOR asshole! But that’s part of the fun of writing him; he says everything I could if I had no filter or common courtesy.
Also, yes, in my fic (and MANY others) Herbert is a trans man. This is admittedly hard for me to know if I get right, because I am not a trans man myself (I am, however, genderqueer/questioning) and while his transness is not the central focus of the story, it does play a big role in it. So it’s been interesting to walk this tightrope of investing some story in this side of the character, while also keeping Herbert, well, Herbert.
Equally hard tightrope is writing him as much of an ass as in the movies, while also trying to show enough of a reason for Dan Cain to want to be married to him. 😂
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30 Days of Fanfic Questions Meme
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How did you first get into writing fanfic, and what was the first fandom you wrote for? What do you think it was about that fandom that pulled you in?
Name the fandoms you've written in, and how much you've written in that fandom, and if you still write in it.
For each of the fandoms from day two, what were your favorite characters to write?
Do you have a "muse" character, that speaks to you more than others, or that tries to push their way in, even when the fic isn't about them? Who are they, and why did that character become your muse?
If you have ever had a character try to push their way into a fic, whether your "muse" or not, what did you do about it?
When you write, do you prefer writing male or female characters?
Have you ever had a fic change your opinion of a character?
Do you write OCs? And if so, what do you do to make certain they're not Mary Suesm and if not, explain your thoughts on OCs.
Pairings - For each of the fandoms from day two, what are your three favorite pairings to write?
Pairings - Have you ever gone outside your comfort zone and written a pairing you liked, but found you couldn't write, or a pairing you didn't like, and found you could?
Genre - Do you prefer certain genres of fic when you're writing? What kind do you tend to write most?
Have you ever attempted an "adaptation" fic of a favorite book or movie but set in a different fandom?
Do you prefer canon or fanon when you write? Has writing fanfic for a fandom changed the way you see some or even all of the original source material?
Ratings - How high are you comfortable with going? Have you ever written higher? If you're comfortable with NC-17, have you ever been shocked by finding that the story you're writing is G-rated instead?
Warnings - What do you feel is most important to warn for, and what's the strangest thing you've warned for in a fic?
Summaries - Do you like them or hate them? How do you come up with them, if you use them?
Titles - Are they the bane of your existence, or the easiest part of the fic? Also, if you do chaptered fic, do you give each chapter a title, or not?
Where do you get the most inspiration for your fics (aka "bunnies") from?
When you have bunnies, do you sit down and start writing right away, or do you write down the idea for further use?
Do you ever get bunnied from other people's stories or art in the same fandom?
Sequels - Have you ever written a sequel to a fic you wrote, and if so, why, and if not, how do you feel about sequels?
Have you ever participated in a fest or a Big Bang? If so, write about your favorite experience in relation to one. If not, are there any you've thought about doing? And if not, why not?
When you post, where do you post to? Just your journal? Just an archive? Your own personal site?
Betaing – How many betas do you like to use to make sure there aren't any major flaws in your fic? Do you have a Beta horror story or dream story?
Do you listen to music while you write? Do you make playlists to get into a certain "mood" to write your fic? Do you need noise in general? Or do you need it completely quiet?
What is the oddest (or funniest) thing you've had to research for a fic?
Where is your favorite place to write, and do you write by hand or on the computer?
Have you ever collaborated with anyone else, whether writing together, or having an artist work on a piece about your fic?
What is your current project or projects?
Do you have a favorite fic you've written? What makes it your favorite? And don't forget to give us a link!
#30 days of fanfic#30 days challenge#fanfiction#memes#questions#30 day challenge#fanfic#ao3#livejournal#dreamwidth#wattpad
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30 Days of Fanfiction - Day 7
Have you ever had a fic change your opinion of a character?
I wish I had a longer answer to this, but the answer is, not really no. I mean, maybe reading stuff has made me want to figure out my own take on those characters, Jefferson, for example, but I’ve never really ‘changed’ my opinion of them.
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30 Days of Fan Fiction: Day 30
Do you have a favorite fic you've written? What makes it your favorite? And don't forget to give us a link!
It’s gotta be Runaway. It’s my longest work, which at its last update was over 90,000 words. God damn that’s a novel. I was so involved with it, I literally made a map that I was going to update/keep track of where they went, I have an outline up to the end, I have these scenes in my head that I have not yet put to paper. It also helps that it’s my most popular.
You can check it out here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/6039304/chapters/13847380
Hopefully, I’ll come back around to complete it.
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#LOOK AT HIS MUSCLES#I can’t wait to get my mingi plushie#ateez#ateez imagines#ateez x reader#ateez fluff#ateez fanfic#ateez mingi#ateez song mingi#mingi#mingi imagines#mingi fluff#song mingi fluff#song mingi x reader#song mingi#30 days of idol challenge
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Valentine's break
A Short TTTE fanfiction - Valentine Special
They haven't dated in this timeline :3, I rarely write, so excuse my rookie mistakes.
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Edward puffed his cigarette, the night wind gently blowing on his hair as the stars above him shined.
The usual valentine's night for the K2.
As he took a long drag, memories flooded back: past loves, and heartaches. He stared off to the distance, aiming fault to himself for everything that had happened, guilt slowly creeping up, his mind going numb.
Valentine's Day was not his favorite, though he'd never openly admit it.
Abruptly, his thoughts were disrupted as a red coat cascaded down upon him, enveloping him in its warmth and vibrant hue. He looked up to a familiar face.
"Mind if I join?" James spoke softly, Edward blinked slowly almost dumbfounded "ah...sure?" he finally answered.
The red man sat beside him, drinking his water bottle "wasn't expecting to find you here" James leaned back, relaxing into the grass.
"Wasn't expecting anyone to find me" Edward smiled, feeling amused, "cigarette?" He handed the half-empty box, "good god no" James immediately refused, as stressful as he gets, he would never smoke nor drink, he wasn't raised that way.
Edward only smiled before looking away, James took notice of his demeanor, "you're not going out? It's valentine's day" he asked the K2.
Edward says as he exhales smoke, "I....I've had enough of Valentine's," an answer James wasn't expecting. "Why's that?" James asks, intrigued nonetheless. Edward sighed, his gaze drifting to the distant horizon.
The weight of past disappointments heavy on his heart. "Every Valentine's Day just reminds me of what I've lost," he confesses, his voice tinged with regret. James nods understandingly, silently acknowledging the pain concealed behind Edward's tough exterior.
"what if someone asked you out? Would you go?" James asked again, his eyes not moving away from the blue haired man.
"goodness they deserved better!" Edward sheepishly laugh "I don't expect anyone to ask me out, get a better standard I'd say"
his smile subsided before looking down to his knees "Love hurts" He inhaled deeply from his cigarette.
James looked at him, having been hurt from hearing the K2 talk about himself like that, "I think you're exceptional," James murmured softly, his gaze drifting upward to the somber sky above.
"You've made alot of impact on this railway, supporting countless engines," James remarked, taking a sip from his water bottle. "you're worth a-lot more than you give yourself credit for" he smiled.
Edward glanced at him, a spark of joy igniting within him, and he couldn't help but return the smile, though a blush colored his cheeks.
"Why aren't you going out for valentine?" Edward asked back, his mood eased as he lay down next to James.
"I have high standards!" James answered vainly, he smiled proudly at himself, Earning a laugh from the K2, his endearing laugh was not of ridicule, but of amusement.
James joined in,The atmosphere shifted, filled with warmth and tenderness as both decided to spend the rest of the night together, neither wanting to leave.
"Happy valentines day, Edward"
"Happy valentines day, James"
Maybe one day they'll actually celebrate valentine together.
#SHIKA HAVENT WRITE IN 3 YEARS YALL#did the drawing in 30 minutes too so sorry for low quality work#ttte#thomas and friends#ttte edward#thomas the tank engine#ttte humanized#ttte james#ttte fanart#ttte human au#digital art#ttte 2x5#life of a seagull#life of a seagull AU#ttte fanfic#ttte fandom#ttte fic#Author is dyslexic#happy valentine's day
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Whumptober Day 30: “Not much longer...”
Downfall duo!!! A shorter fic, but I think I’m burnt out lol
Read on ao3
Warnings: blood & injury, a little intense
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“C’mon Legend, not much longer,” Hyrule grunted, and Legend moaned, a hand pressed tightly to his middle. “We can stop soon, we just need to cover a bit more ground.”
“Can’t stop,” Legend breathed, flinching as something snarled in the distance. “Th’ll find you, keep going.”
Hyrule didn’t bother arguing, knowing it wouldn’t help the situation.
A monster howled somewhere nearby, closer then the previous sound, and Hyrule tried to quicken his pace, dragging Legend through the dark woods. He didn’t know why or how the monsters had mistaken Legend’s blood for his, but they were being hunted because of it.
And he was so low on magic that if he tried to heal Legend, Hyrule wouldn’t be able to run any more.
Legend stumbled, and Hyrule tightened his grip, Legend letting out an unsteady breath.
“Hang on Ledge, hang on, we just need to put some more distance between them,” Hyrule breathed, and Legend nodded, his face pale from what Hyrule could see of it. The lack of snarky reply made his heart beat faster then it already was, and Hyrule tried to speed up even more.
They were in his time he knew, but he didn’t know this area as well as some others, and couldn’t remember any safe spots anywhere close by. There was a little voice in the back of his head telling him that they were moving too slow, that they wouldn’t make it, that they’d be caught and Legend would be killed once they figured out it wasn’t his blood that they wanted, but Hyrule forced it away.
They could make it.
Legend suddenly stumbled, dropping in Hyrule’s arms so abruptly that Hyrule fell along with him.
They both fell to the dirt, Legend gasping as he landed on his side, and Hyrule quickly scrambled upright and tried to pull Legend to his feet. The veteran shook as Hyrule put his arm back around him, and he dragged him upright, the sound of pounding feet and monsters baying for blood growing louder.
“R-Rule, I-I can’t,” Legend croaked, and Hyrule looked at him, his heart in his throat. “I can’t...”
“Legend no, come on, just a bit further,” Hyrule said, voice shaking a little. “We can make it, we just need to keep moving.”
Legend looked at him tiredly, but there was a spark of determination in his eyes as he met Hyrule’s.
“Rule you gotta... gotta leave me. K-keep going.”
“Not an option,” Hyrule snapped, and cast desperately around the woods for something to help them. All that met him were huge shadowed trees, twisted roots and a dark, moonless sky.
“Want your b-blood, more ‘portant you... get away,” Legend whispered.
Torches suddenly glinted close by, too close, and Hyrule’s frantic gaze finally caught on a particularly tangled tree up ahead. A deafening howl rang through the forest, and Hyrule nearly carried Legend to the knot of roots he’d spotted, the hole just large enough that he was able to press both of them inside.
Legend made a sharp noise of distress when Hyrule accidentally nudged his injury, and he shushed him, curling around Legend so he was further hidden.
“Stay quiet Vet, we can’t let them hear us,” Hyrule breathed, the sharp tang of blood reaching his nose as he held Legend’s head close to him. Legend let out a pained breath, and Hyrule shushed him again as a monster hissed, still too close for comfort.
Footsteps pounded even closer, and Hyrule pressed them both tighter under the knot of mossy roots. All he could do was hope the shelter would be enough to hide them.
Torchlight flickered, and Hyrule tried to quiet his ragged breathing as he heard footsteps pound the dirt right next to their hiding spot. Legend flinched suddenly, his breath stuttering, and Hyrule pulled his head to his chest, trying to muffle any noises he made.
The footsteps stopped, and Hyrule closed his eyes, hoping desperately that the monsters would pass them by and not sniff out the blood dampening Legend’s tunic.
Please keep going, please don’t find us, keep going, keep going please...
A monster growled, and Hyrule heard a few voices exchange words in broken Hylian, hisses and snarls filtering down through the roots. Leaves crunched right by Hyrule’s feet, and he looked over in terror at the tail lashing right by their hiding spot.
Legend’s arm suddenly shifted, slowly reaching down to his side. Hyrule felt his hands shaking as he rifled in his pouch, and the leaves beside them rustled, a low snarl making the hair on Hyrule’s neck stand straight up.
A hole was suddenly torn in the roots above them, but Legend threw something over the both of them at the same time with a pained gasp.
A lizalfos stared down at them, tongue flicking between its teeth, and before Hyrule could try to attack or scramble away, Legend pressed his hand over his mouth.
The lizalfos continued to stare, looking directly at Hyrule and Legend, but made no move to attack. It extended its face only a few inches from Hyrule’s, so close that the traveler could count the scales on its snout, but still didn’t try anything.
It let out a low hiss through its teeth, and then it drew back, snarling something as it stalked away.
Hyrule let out a breath he didn’t know he’d been holding, and Legend shakily withdrew his hand.
Neither of them moved though, snarls and growls still ringing through the trees. After what felt like forever, footsteps pounded across the dirt, leaves crunching as the noises faded, and the torchlight receded, leaving them in almost complete darkness.
Hyrule looked over at Legend, his breathing ragged, and the veteran shakily pulled down what looked like a deep red cloak from their faces.
“How...”
“Invisibility cloak,” Legend croaked, breathing out shakily. “Takes m-magic to use though, I... can’t do th-that again.”
Hyrule let out a laugh that was a little hysterical, and rested his head against Legend’s, both of them trembling with the close call.
“I think we can stay here for the night,” Hyrule breathed eventually, and Legend made a small noise of agreement. “I don’t think they’ll come back any time soon.”
Hyrule shifted a little, Legend hissing in pain, and he set his hand on Legend’s bloodied side, calling forth the dregs of magic he had left.
“Rule...”
“You’re going to bleed out if I don’t,” Hyrule murmured, and Legend exhaled, letting him use what magic he could to stop the bleeding.
He stopped before long, feeling lightheaded from the magical drain. He hadn’t been able to completely heal Legend, but he wouldn’t die from the injury now, as long as they paid attention to it.
Legend murmured a quiet thanks, and Hyrule nodded, closing his eyes. He hoped the monsters wouldn’t come back— the odds of them checking their hiding spot again were slim, but... still possible. There really was no reason to suspect that they were here though, and they should be safe for the night.
Neither of them had the strength to move anyway.
Legend set his head on his, still slightly trembling, and Hyrule felt himself begin to drift, exhausted from the adrenaline draining away, and the low state of his magic.
“That was close,” he whispered, and he felt Legend swallow, holding him a little more tightly.
“Yeah. It was,” he whispered back.
They both drifted off not long after that, ears still pricked for the sounds of distant snarls and howls, curled up tightly under Legend’s cloak.
#linkeduniverse#linked universe#lu legend#lu hyrule#linked universe fanfic#whumptober 2023#day 30#not much longer#writing from the floor#tw injury#tw blood#if this seems similar there’s a reason for that#i repurposed a three sentence prompt :)
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can you fall in love after a single kiss?
ship: stiles/derek
prompt: crisp air
characters: erica, scott, isaac, danny, jackson, allison mention, boyd mention
cw: drinking
tags: college au, fluff
word count: 2.6k
ao3
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"Ahhhh," Stiles says, as he steps out into the crisp fall air. He looks over at Erica. "Do you feel that?"
"Hm?" she says, looking up from her phone. "What's that?"
"The air! Fall has begun!" Stiles exclaims. He nudges her. "C'mon, why aren't you enjoying this?"
"Because," Erica says, looking back down at her phone as they walk down the path towards the parking lot. "I've got a lot going on at the moment."
"Mhm, it's that guy, isn't it?" Stiles asks, trying to peek at her screen. She hides it from him with a pointed expression.
"None of your business," she answers.
"Ugh. Well, will I at least see you at Danny's party?" Stiles shoves his hand into his pocket, searching for his Jeep keys. Erica doesn't answer by the time he's pulled out the bi flag lanyard, so he pouts. "Ericaaaa, midterms are over. We have to celebrate. Please tell me you're coming to Danny's party."
"What?" she asks, looking up at him. "Oh. Danny's party. Yes. I'll be there."
"Will he be there?" Stiles asks, wiggling his eyebrows.
Erica's face flushes in a way he's never seen before. She shrugs. "Maybe."
"I can't wait to meet the mystery man, then."
"He's not a mystery man. He's just a guy I met at the library." Erica bites her bottom lip when they reach his Jeep and are about to say goodbye. He doesn't rush to open the door.
"What is it?"
"I think... oh my god, I can't believe I'm even thinking this, let alone saying this... but..."
"Spit it out already," Stiles says, shaking with impatience. He should've taken his Adderall today, but definitely forgot. He likes to pretend he does better studying without it, but his most recent midterm would prove otherwise.
Erica ducks her head. "I think he's, like, the one."
"What," Stiles blurts. He doesn't mean to, really, but he's never ever heard Erica talk like this and they've been best friends since kindergarten. Stiles waits until she lifts her head up again before he asks, "Are you possessed?"
She shakes her head.
Stiles blinks. "Holy shit, Erica! That's huge. I never thought you'd settle down for a boyfriend, let alone the one."
Erica lets out a soft laugh. "Yeah, me neither. I don't know what it is about him, Stiles, but he gets me."
"Does he...?"
"Know I'm trans? Yeah," Erica says, nodding. "I know. It's strange, isn't it? I don't think I've ever been on a second date before."
"But this guy?"
"This guy," Erica confirms, a shy smile crossing her lips. "This guy is something else. Listen, I'm going to go shopping before Danny's party. I want to look good. I'll catch up with you later?"
"Sounds good."
"And if you tell anyone what I said--"
He laughs. "As if anyone would believe me."
"True." Erica grins, and bounces away with a skip in her step. Stiles stares after her.
This party is going to be one to remember.
Erica's in love. It's obvious. She just met the guy a week ago, but some things are undeniable.
He smiles to himself as he gets into his Jeep. Maybe, just maybe, the one for him is at the party tonight too.
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Stiles shows up a little late, but he meant to be on time. He even set like six alarms to stop his ADHD from getting in the way, but alas, it was pointless. He just hopes Danny isn't mad.
"There you are!" Danny's voice comes when Stiles enters the kitchen.
"Hey, sorry." Stiles hands him a bag of ice. "I know, I know. Super late. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Derek also brought ice."
Stiles jerks his head back. "You asked Derek to bring you ice too?"
"I did," Danny says. "Figured you'd be late. I've known you since high school, remember?"
"Yeah, yeah," Stiles says, rolling his eyes. "I just can't believe you asked Mr. Grumpy Pants to bring ice. It's like asking a bear to step out of their cave while they're hibernating."
"Ha, ha," a sarcastic, dry tone comes from behind him.
Stiles jumps and whips around to see Derek freaking Hale standing behind him. He groans. "Are you everywhere? I swear, you have the hearing of a bat."
Derek tilts his head. "You shouldn't be that surprised to see me. I am Danny's roommate."
"Mhm," Stiles says. "Don't remind me."
Stiles and Derek haven't gotten along since first semester of first year. The guy has been nothing but rude and grumpy to Stiles. His theory is that Derek's in love with Danny, especially because his attitude just got worse after he learned that Stiles and Danny used to hook up in high school.
But Danny's been dating Jackson pretty much since they started college, so Stiles doesn't get why Derek's not over him yet.
"Alright, I'm off to find Scott and Isaac!" Stiles announces, before muttering, "'Cause I can't stand to be around you anymore."
Derek snorts. "Like I want to be around you either."
"Can't we be nice for one night?" Danny pleads, but Stiles just tosses his hand in the air and walks towards the living room.
Erica's talking to a very handsome guy in the corner, and she's twirling her hair. He freezes, watching them. He's never seen her twirl her hair before. Ever. But there she is, giggling, and looking up at this guy with the biggest heart-eyes he's ever seen.
"Oh my god, I can't believe it," Isaac says, suddenly appearing at Stiles' side. Scott joins him on the other side. "I've never seen Boyd talk so much to a girl before."
"Yeah, it's a bit weird," Scott says. "Erica's like... usually on the prowl by now."
"Jesus," Stiles mutters. "You make her sound like a cougar."
"Well, you know what I mean. She eats boys up and spits them out. It's her thing," Scott says. "I've never seen her so... infatuated before."
"That's a great word for it, honey," Isaac says, grinning. He shares a look with Scott, and Stiles groans. "What?"
"You two are also disgustingly in love," Stiles mutters. "Everyone seems to be these days!"
"Calm down," Scott says, but he's still got a moony look towards Isaac on his face. "You'll find the right person soon."
"Uh-huh." Stiles sighs. "I'm going to find Lydia. You two are making me nauseated."
He doesn't wait for them to protest, but heads out to the balcony. He smiles when he finds Lydia alone. She takes a long sip of her drink before looking at him.
"Nice night out, huh?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah." Lydia sighs. "I wish Ally was here tonight."
"Why isn't she?" Stiles asks, glancing back through the windows as if he might magically spot her.
"She went home to visit her parents."
"Are you two...?"
"Yeah," Lydia admits. "We're keeping it on the downlow for now. I mean, her breakup with Kira is still pretty fresh. But..."
"Damn." Stiles rubs his face. "Everyone seems to be in a relationship these days."
Lydia pats his shoulder. "I'm sorry, darling. You'll find someone. I just know it."
"Yeah. That's what they keep telling me." Stiles sighs.
Lydia finishes her drink and then says, "I'm going back inside. You coming?"
"I think I'll stay out here for now." Stiles doesn't care if he shivers. Nothing is going to make him go back inside now.
Erica has Boyd. Danny's with Jackson. Scott and Isaac have been dating for almost a year. Now Lydia and Allison? When is it going to be his turn?
Stiles stretches his neck before leaning over the edge of the balcony. He's looking into a parking lot, and it's not very exciting, but he can sort of see the city lights from here, and that's nice. He guesses.
He's not drunk enough for this.
Maybe he should ditch the party, curl up, and watch Disney Plus. Anything would be better than this. Being alone. Again. As always.
"Room for one more out here?"
Stiles freezes at the sound of Derek's voice before turning. "What do you want?"
"Thought maybe we could talk." Derek shuts the door gently behind him. "What do you say?"
"Whatever," Stiles mutters.
"What's your problem with me?" Derek asks, as if he doesn't already know. Stiles glances at him again but can't stare too long because his heart has started to pound.
He's never actually been alone with Derek before.
"Like you don't know," Stiles mutters.
"I don't," Derek says, flatly.
"You've been nothing but rude to me, and you only got ruder once you learned about my history with Danny."
Derek blinks. "What are you talking about?"
"Sure. Play dumb." Stiles rolls his eyes. He turns to face Derek now, surprised at how close they are together. It's not a huge balcony, but it's not that small either.
Derek looks down at Stiles, just slightly, and asks, "Talk to me like I'm dumb."
"Fine." Stiles lifts his head and bites his lip. Derek's eyes are unwavering on his. "You are the rudest person I have ever met. You totally changed your vibe around me after the news about Danny and I came out. You were stiffer, and not in like, a fun way. You wouldn't look me in the eyes. You just... grunted. A lot. Danny was my first. I was his first. It was all very sweet, but just because you're in love with Danny, doesn't mean you have like... claim on him. He's his own person. And he chose Jackson. So, I don't get why you're such an asshole to me."
Stiles is shaking now, but he doesn't care.
The crisp fall air has turned cold.
And then...
Derek kisses him.
Stiles would jerk back if he had the ability to think. But Derek's lips are hot against his, and suddenly, Stiles is grabbing onto Derek's sweater, and holding him there.
He'd be lying if he said this hadn't popped into his mind before. But he never thought... never in a million years imagined... never...
Derek pulls away, but not far.
His voice is soft but gruff when he says, "I have no idea what you're talking about."
Then he turns on his heels and walks back into the party. As if he hadn't just given Stiles the best kiss of his life.
"What the fuck?" Stiles whispers, bringing his shaking fingers up to his lips.
He doesn't know what to make of that, so he stays out on the balcony until it's too cold, and then when he goes back into the party, Derek's already gone.
♞♚♞♚
He can't stop thinking about it. He might actually understand Erica's obsession with her phone and Boyd now. Stiles waits. He waits for some sort of flicker of hope that maybe Derek kissing him was real. That maybe it wasn't a fluke.
But no notifications ever come. No Instagram follow. No accidental Tweet like. Not even a Facebook friend request.
Stiles hates it.
♞♚♞♚
"Hey darling, I'm sorry, but I have to bail on our shopping trip today," Lydia tells him on the phone a few days later. "Allison had a rough time at home, and came back to campus early. I'm going to go over to hers, is that okay?"
"Yeah, of course," Stiles says, absentmindedly.
"Okay, thank you!" Lydia sends kisses through the phone and hangs up.
It takes him a minute to realize they've said goodbye and she's gone.
He's busy staring at Danny's messages in Whatsapp and debating on what to say.
Nothing sounds right.
hey your dumb roommate kissed me
hey can you fall in love after a single kiss
hey I was wondering if I could come over?
The last one, he sends.
Danny gives him a thumbs-up and Stiles makes his way over. He hesitates at the door, but it swings open and Jackson stands there.
"Jesus!" Jackson says. "You almost gave me a heart attack, Stilinski. What are you doing here?"
"Uhhh."
"We're going to hang out and play some video games!" Danny's voice comes from somewhere in the apartment.
"That," Stiles says.
"Alright," Jackson replies, shaking his head. "Just, like, knock next time." He pauses to call back to Danny. "Love you!"
"Love you too!" Danny shouts.
Jackson heads out and leaves the door open for Stiles. He slowly inches his way into the apartment and shuts the door behind him.
"Is, uh, Derek here?" Stiles asks.
"Huh?" Danny says, coming into the living room. He wears a bright smile. "No, no. He hasn't been around all week. Studying for some big test he has next week, I guess. The apartment's all ours."
"Where's Jackson going?"
"Oh, his dad's in town, so they're having dinner."
Danny gives Stiles a quick hug. "C'mon, let's play."
"Sure."
It's reasonable of Danny to assume Stiles wants to play a video game, but all he wants to do right now is ask about Derek. He shoves his questions deep down though.
At least, until he can't hold it in any longer. They're three hours deep into the newest game Danny bought and Stiles blurts, "Why would Derek kiss me?"
Danny freezes, pauses the game, and turns to look at Stiles. "He did what now?"
"He kissed me. At your party. On that balcony. Last week." Stiles breathes. He's finally told someone else and it feels good. "Why... why would he do that?"
"I... I honestly don't know," Danny says, slowly. His eyebrows come together. "Although, now that I think about it, he does ask about you sometimes."
"He does?" Stiles asks, hating how hopeful he sounds.
"Yeah. Like he asked if I had heard from you after the party," Danny explains. "I thought it was a little weird, but... Derek's kind of weird, y'know? Keeps to himself a lot."
"Right." Stiles bites his lip. "Okay, you know what, let's not talk about it anymore. Pretend it never happened."
Because that's what Derek's doing.
"Sure thing," Danny says, and hits play on the game. Stiles is almost instantly killed.
♞♚♞♚
Stiles is walking to class with Erica through the courtyard when he finally sees Derek for the first time since the party.
"Hey, I'm not feeling well suddenly." Stiles puts a hand over his stomach. "Dairy issues."
Erica scrunches her nose. "Gross, Stiles. You really don't need to tell me that every time. And also, stop eating dairy!"
Normally, he'd laugh, but he's too tense. "Catch you back at home?"
"Sure. Feel better," Erica says, kissing him on the cheek.
Stiles waits until she's in the building and out of sight before he crosses the courtyard. His heart pounds so loud he can hear it. He's losing his nerve the closer he gets, but he doesn't stop.
"You kissed me."
Derek swings his head up from his textbook. He meets Stiles' eyes and calmly says, "Yes."
"Why?" Stiles asks, slipping into the picnic table bench. "Because I've been thinking and thinking and nothing makes sense except--"
"I have a crush on you." Derek says it so clear-as-day, it almost shakes Stiles' core.
"But why?"
Derek swallows before answering. He keeps his voice low. "Because you are so unafraid to be yourself. Because you clearly care about our mutual friends. Because you show up with ice even when you're an hour late. Because you're loud and obnoxious and funny and a smart ass. Because you don't care that my parents are rich and my dad's the dean of our school. You treat me the exact same way. You don't tiptoe around me or ask me for favours or try to get in good with me to get in with my dad."
Stiles blinks. He's positive that at some point Danny told him about Derek's parents, but he didn't realize that people... did that to Derek because of them. He swallows.
"I... I see."
"Does that answer your question?" Derek asks.
"Yes. But I have one more."
Derek simply stares at him.
Stiles musters up all his courage and says, "Can we do it again?"
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Kinktober Day 30 - Sounding
Ghost x Soap - 1.3k (on ao3)
summary: Ghost and Soap try out a new toy in bed, and Soap gets a slight scare. (Johnny POV)
cw: uhh. sounding. metal rod in penis
Soap’s muscles spasm, desperate to jerk but unable to move more than an inch in the strict bondage Ghost’s got him in. With his wrists tied to his ankles and his ankles shoved far enough up the bed to force his knees to bend and rest almost by his ears - and to make his hips ache - he’s left completely at the mercy of Ghost, totally stuck.
He usually wouldn’t mind, but with Ghost being such an asshole about letting Johnny come, he’s starting to worry about pulling muscles. If he doesn’t get off soon, he’s going to start seriously considering breaking a few bones to get himself free.
“Calm down,” Ghost grunts, leaning back just enough to watch the slick slide of his cock in and out of Johnny’s hole.
“You-” Soap pants, neck arched and eyes squeezed shut, “You try relaxin’ with a-a goddamn rod down your prick!”
Simon snorts and pauses his thrusts, gripping Johnny’s cock in his hand and holding it at the base. The tip of the sound rests at the top of his urethra, a shiny silver ball attached to a rod just thick enough to fill Soap’s hole comfortably - and thick enough to make him wince when Ghost had first presented it earlier. The stretch is scary but good, just another layer of sensation that makes Johnny feel like he’ll explode if he doesn’t come soon. He'd never though having his cock fucked would feel so good.
“You want to come so bad, but you’re still bein’ a little brat?” Ghost hums, grinding his cock deep into Johnny’s guts and giving the base of his shaft a squeeze. “Thought you were smarter than that, Johnny.”
It takes all of his willpower not to snarl and snap and buck his hips up for more, but Johnny - somehow - manages to bite his tongue and keep himself from more trouble. “Ghost,” he whines, blinking up at his L.t. and trying to make himself look as pathetic as possible - Simon always likes it when he gets a bit teary. “C’mon, please, need to come so bad. I’ve been good!”
Ghost snorts, but he starts to thrust slowly in and out, the drag of his length working Johnny right up to the edge again. “That’s subjective. I’d say complain’ about this rod -” he lifts the end of the sound, letting it rise up a few inches before letting go and watching as it sinks. “Counts as being bad.”
Johnny moans loudly at the feeling of his urethra being slowly filled, legs twitching in their bindings. He almost flinches when the ball rests flush against the head of his cock again, the sound as deep inside as it can go. He’s hardly aware of his own noises, right on the edge of coming but just far enough away to feel like he's going mad from desperation.
“But you do sound so pretty when you moan…” Ghost hums, picking up his own pace so that he’s truly fucking Johnny again, long hard thrusts into him. “Maybe I’ll let you come this time.”
Johnny’s back arches against the pillows, trying to urge all of his most sensitive parts closer to Ghost’s wandering hands. He tries to force Ghost’s hands closer to his dick again, to get them away from where they’ve shifted to his thighs.
“Yes, yes, please, I’m so close- c’mon, Ghost, just a little more, Sir, fuck…”
“Alright,” Ghost sighs, shifting. He fists one hand beside Johnny’s head to hold himself up with, the other going back to wrap around his leaking cock. His thrusts are rough, forcing whines out of Soap’s throat every time he bottoms out. “Go ahead, Johnny, let's see if you can leak around the sound, yeah?”
Johnny’s mouth drops open as Ghost starts to steadily jack him off, the slight shifting of the sound inside of him making him feel like he’s being worked off in multiple ways. He can’t help the way his eyes roll back in his head, the long moan as Simon slowly speeds up the motion on his hips and his hand. His dick has never felt so sensitive in his life, and he can feel tears stinging at the backs of his eyes
Ghost’s head drops to rest against Johnny’s, his own pupils blown wide as he forces eye contact between the two of them. It’s that that finally gets Soap off, finally has him moaning so loud his throat burns as he comes.
“There ya go, there ya go,” Ghost pants, pulling back enough for them both to look down and watch as the sound blocks his cum from going anywhere. “Squeezin’ me so tight, fuck, tha’s a good boy, Johnny…”
Ghost’s thrusts get sloppier as he gets closer to that peak himself, the sight of Johnny’s seemingly dry orgasm and the tight clench of his hole enough to have him groaning low in his throat. He buries himself to the hilt as he finally comes, hot spurts of it coating Johnny’s hole while he drops his face into the crook of Soap’s neck.
“Gho-Ghost,” he gasps, fingers desperately trying to tap Simon as the larger man falls over him. “Simon- L.t., fuck, nothin’-nothin’ came out.”
“I know,” Ghost groans, instinctually jerking his hips and overworking his cock. “So fucking hot, Johnny.”
“What-” Soap gasps, a hint of panic creeping up his throat as he stares down at his completely dry and plugged cock. “What the fuck? Where-where did it go?”
He thinks Ghost is catching his breath when the man starts almost heaving against him, but when Ghost raises his head he sees the smile splitting his lips.
“Ghost!” He nearly shouts, glaring at the larger man and his laugh. “I’m serious! I came, where the fuck did it go?!”
Ghost only laughs louder, leaning back on his knees and pulling out. They both groan a bit at the feeling, and Johnny squirms in his spot at the feeling of come and lube dripping from his hole.
“Don't fuckin’ laugh,” Soap groans, looking down at his softening cock with wide eyes. “Fuck, get it out of me, get it out.”
“Alright, calm down,” Simon half-soothes half-teases. “Want your ropes undone first or the sound out?”
Johnny whines a little, trying to sit up further and wincing when his dick shifts. “Get the damn thing out of me, L.t.”
“Hush,” Ghost laughs again, steadying Johnny and slowly but steadily pulling the sound from his urethra. “What did you expect to happen, Johnny?”
He pants at the feeling of the sound finally sliding free, falling limp against the pillows with an admittedly over-dramatic groan. “Fuckin’ finally, Jesus.”
Simon snorts, dropping the sound in favor of finally undoing the ropes holding him in place. “Overdramatic little thing tonight. You were the one begging for somethin’ new in bed.”
“I didn’t think you’d want to stuff my cock.”
Ghost lifts Johnny’s ankles, splaying them straight out on the bed to make room for himself. “Well, you shoulda said that then. Now you know.”
Soap huffs out a laugh, laid like a starfish, just barely tugging his arm out of the way before Ghost tries to break his elbow. He rolls onto Simon’s stomach once the large man is settled, resting his chin on folded arms and playfully glaring up at Simon. “Y’know, most people are less of an asshole after a good fuck.”
Ghost ruffles his hair with a huff and an uncharacteristically soft smile. “You wouldn’t be with me if I was like most people.”
Johnny hums, pushing further into Ghost’s palm and melting at the soft scratches across his scalp. “True. Guess I’ll put up with it, then.”
Simon scoffs, shoving Johnny off his chest and rolling to crush him beneath his weight. “Shut up, MacTavish.”
“Oy! Some people like pillow talk, ye big bastard.”
“Didn’t we just go over this?”
Johnny sighs loudly, like he’s both being crushed and being done a horrible wrong. He’d like to push a little further, tease and make fun until he’s too tired to open his mouth, but he’s warm and relaxed beneath Ghost.
It’s easy to wrap an arm around Simon’s center, through a leg over his ankle, and sink into sleep.
#kinktober 2023#ghoap#ghostsoap#ghost x soap#soap x ghost#bo writes#john soap mactavish x simon ghost riley#john mactavish x simon riley#johnny soap mactavish x simon ghost riley#soap mactavish x ghost riley#cod fanfic#call of duty fanfic#kinktober day 30
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Steve is worried. He has a first date tonight. A first date with Eddie Munson.
He’s not worried that it’s Eddie. He’s excited about that. He hasn’t felt this way about anyone new since Nancy Wheeler crushed his heart in the fall of his senior year almost two years ago.
He’s worried because for him, dates usually mean dinner, maybe a movie, and then getting hot and heavy in the backseat of his car or, if he’s lucky and his parents are out of town, on the couch in his family room. He’s not worried about the dinner part. He knows he and Eddie can hold a conversation; that’s the good part about being friends first. And it’s not the sex he’s worried about, either; he’s always been good at that. He usually just does what feels good and he can’t imagine it would really be any different with Eddie. He knows it’s going to feel good, he can just tell.
What he’s really worried about are the scars on his side. He can’t do much to hide the scar around his neck, jagged and still pink. He’s resigned himself to strange looks and whispers in the supermarket. But he’s done reasonably well at hiding the, quite frankly, alarming scars that cover the better part of his left side, the skin knotted, raw, and shining. Of course, Eddie knows about them and he knows how Steve got them. Steve knows that Eddie has his own underneath all that denim and leather he’s always wearing, but it’s one thing on Eddie and a completely different thing on Steve.
Steve had watched all summer as Eddie had embraced his scars, calling them badass and doing nothing at all to hide them on days spent by Steve’s pool with the kids. The scars looked good on Eddie, Steve couldn't deny that. But Steve didn’t feel the same about his own and he rarely felt bold enough or confident enough to take his own shirt off, even on pool days. No one had seen Steve’s naked body since before Spring Break and he was nervous to take his clothes off in front of anyone, but especially in front of Eddie, who was so confident and hot in his newfound hero status, with the scars to prove it.
Steve wasn’t stupid. He knew the reason most people wanted to go on dates with him. It was partially his reputation, but mostly because of the way he looked. That’s how he’d built his reputation, after all. Now, the one thing that had gotten people to look twice at him had been compromised. He wasn’t sure who he was supposed to be now, in a post-Vecna world. He wasn’t sure what he had to offer anymore.
He stands in front of his mirror for a long time, in just his dark wash jeans. He examines his torso from every angle, wondering if there’s a way to hide the majority of his scarring from Eddie. Maybe if the lights are really low and Steve’s distracting enough in other ways, he can keep Eddie’s focus away from examining his body too closely...
Steve sighs before pulling his striped polo over his head, careful not to muss his hair. He glances at the clock and realizes that Eddie will be here any minute to pick him up. Eddie had insisted on taking Steve on their first date together, arguing that Steve’s gotten to take out a ton of girls but never had the opportunity to be taken out himself. Steve couldn’t really argue with that logic and it had made something warm and fuzzy spread through his chest that he wasn’t sure he should examine too closely at this stage in the game. He’s just happy to have Eddie’s attention on him, when he’s spent the better part of the last six months agonizing over how to get Eddie to even consider going on a date with him. Turns out, all the agonizing was for nothing. Eddie had made the first move, asking Steve to dinner when he’d picked up the kids from a one-shot campaign last Saturday.
The doorbell rings, right on time, and Steve practically runs down the stairs, grabbing his Member’s Only jacket on his way to the door and slipping it on as he turns the knob and swings his front door open. Eddie’s already grinning on the stoop.
“Your chariot awaits, princess,” Eddie says to him, gesturing towards the van. Steve can’t help but smile in return.
~*~
Steve was right. Dinner goes so well that he’s somehow ended up at Eddie’s trailer, on Eddie’s bed, with Eddie’s tongue in his mouth. Eddie’s bedside lamp is still on and Steve is distracted by trying to figure out how to turn it off without making this weird.
Before he can come up with a game plan for Operation: Turn Off the Fucking Lamp, Eddie’s kissing down the side of his neck, sucking on his pulse point and sinking his teeth into the vulnerable skin there. Steve lets out an embarrassing sound, halfway between a whine and a whimper, and can’t help but thrust his hips up against Eddie’s, which has Eddie chuckling against his neck and heat flooding Steve’s cheeks.
Eddie’s hands travel down Steve’s chest to the hem of his shirt and Steve can’t figure out a way of doing this without taking his shirt off. He doesn’t want to derail where this is going because it feels so good and it’s Eddie and he’s wanted this for so long, longer than he’d like to admit. So with one last longing look towards the bedside lamp, Steve allows Eddie to pull his shirt up over his head and only briefly mourns its loss as Eddie flings it across the room like it’s personally offended him. Eddie wastes no time in getting his lips back on Steve, trailing kisses and soft bites across the skin of his chest and down to his stomach. Steve can’t help but wince just a little as Eddie’s lips graze the skin of his scars.
“Everything okay up there?” Eddie asks, lips still ghosting across Steve’s skin.
“Yeah, all good.” Steve’s voice is more high pitched than normal, a little breathless. He doesn’t want Eddie to stop, not at all. He just doesn’t want him to look too closely either.
“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Eddie breathes out before continuing to trail kisses across Steve’s stomach.
“I am?” Steve can't help but ask and even he can hear the surprise in his own voice.
That makes Eddie pause and Steve worries for just a minute that he’s revealed too much too soon. He’s worried that Eddie is going to pull away and say something about how this has been fun, maybe they can do something again next week. That had always been Steve’s go-to move when a girl had done something off-putting on a date and he never really wanted to see her again.
Eddie sits back slightly on his heels so that he can meet Steve’s eyes. The look on his face is so soft that Steve feels that warm fuzzy feeling spreading through his chest again.
“Of course, princess,” Eddie tells him and Steve believes him. Eddie smiles softly, reaching out his hand to brush his thumb across Steve’s cheek. He leans down to press a small kiss to the corner of Steve’s mouth, cupping Steve’s jaw. When he pulls back, he smirks before pulling his own worn black t-shirt over his head. “We match. Don’t you think I’m beautiful?”
“Fuck,” Steve whispers, before reaching out his hand to brush his fingertips against the skin of Eddie’s stomach. “Yes.”
Eddie leans back down to kiss Steve fully on the mouth. He spends the rest of the night thoroughly demonstrating that Steve has absolutely nothing at all to worry about. The bedside lamp stays on the entire time.
#I read a post about Steve being insecure about his scars and couldn't get this out of my head for two days so I had to write it down#wish I could find that post again tho#steve harrington#eddie munson#steve harrington x eddie munson#steddie#steddie fic#steddie fanfic#stranger things fanfic#stranger things 4 fanfiction#stranger things fanfiction#steddie ficlet#my writing#steddie fanfiction#i wrote this in 30 mins I’m sorry
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CW: These posts will talk a lot about mpreg, as that is almost exclusively what I write about. There will be nothing sexual or kink or NSFW about the posts, nothing in the realm of fetishization, but I thought I’d give a general warning to those who try to avoid the topic at all costs.
1. How did you first get into writing fanfic, and what was the first fandom you wrote for? What do you think it was about that fandom that pulled you in?
So, the first thing I ever wrote and posted long-term was an original novel (teen mpreg fic, awful stuff, I was 14 when I started), and I never really wanted to do something that wasn’t 100% mine because I was worried I’d write the characters badly. Or that I’d mess it up somehow. Or I’d do something too weird and I’d get hate. (I had a LOT of anxiety, btw!)
But then when I was about 16 or 17 (halfway through writing my novel), that’s when the show “Fish Hooks” started coming out. I remember to this day, my friend and I had been watching “Phineas & Ferb,” and it rolled over into “Fish Hooks” and we just watched the intro and I suddenly say “wait, was that a pregnant seahorse character?” So we ended up watching the whole thing.
And I became completely obsessed with the character Mr. Baldwin, because I’d never seen a reoccurring male character who was pregnant throughout the full run of the show.
And he wasn’t in the show nearly enough for my liking. And what little there was of him, I was like “pff, I could write him better than THIS!” (Spoiler alert: I could not.) And, what really quelled my anxieties, I could write about a male character that was already pregnant in the canon, so no one could get mad at me! 🤣
So that’s why I started “9 Weeks,” to be kind of this alternate origin-story for this side character. I gave him a love interest, gave him a first name (Dan, after his voice actor Dana Snyder), cut out a lot of his interactions with his students, and tapped into this (weirdly) dark backstory that the show had just barely hinted at. It dealt with unwanted pregnancy, discussions of abortion, extra-marital affairs, post-partum depression, being a foster kid, and romantic relationship issues. (Did I mention this show was for CHILDREN? I made it VERY depressing!)
I also used LOT of OCs. (Most of which ranged from “unremarkable” to “completely pointless.”) I ended up writing about 24 chapters before finally unofficially abandoning it (To this day, I still have no freaking clue how to end it. So it remains unfinished.)
Lemme tell you, going back to this and reading it now…
It has not aged well. At all. Not as bad as my first novel, but hoo doggy!
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Noah/ofc 85 and 144 please?
Sorry for the long wait, dear anon. I hope you enjoy 💜
SMUT PROMPT REQUEST
PART THREE OF ARGUE
masterlist
PAIRING: Noah X OFC (Isabel)
SMUT PROMPTS:
85. “I thought you said it was a one time thing?”
144. “I want you to keep going, forever"
S: It's the final day before the band heads back to tour and Noah wants to give Isabel something special.
CW: D/s dynamic, body inspection, collaring ceremony, unprotected p in v sex, choking (breath play), mild degradation
*This is a work of fiction, based on real people in fictitious situations. Please don't yuck someone else's yum; scroll on.//*
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Isabel stares just past Noah at the blossoming flowers behind him. In no time at all the scorching heat of summer will return. She inhales the sweet scent as she turns to the waitress, in the familiar uniform she had worn only months ago, and gives her a friendly smile as Noah orders for both of them. She gets overwhelmed by all of the choices when looking at a menu. Another rule she added to their relationship. Noah knew her favorite foods, how she liked her food prepared, and her unusual allergy to strawberries.
As the waitress leaves, Noah grabs Isabel’s freshly manicured hands in his manicured hands. One night, Noah accidentally let slip that he loved having his nails painted and ever since then Isabel made it a point that together they got their nails done. Every little bit of time they could spend together.
“Remember this was where we first met?” Noah asks, gently squeezing her hands.
“How could I forget?” Isabel laughs. “Nick spilled his milkshake all over me while I was taking your order.” Noah throws his head back and laughs with her. “What a dumbass,” Noah shakes his head. “Jolly chewed him out for being clumsy.”
Isabel laughs harder, tears pricking her eyes. “Of course he did, what a dad.”
“I’m going to tell Jolly you called him a dad,” Noah playfully jests. Noah’s eyes flicker something primal and Isabel immediately quiets down. She cocks her eyebrow wanting to toe the invisible line of… jealousy?
“I could call him daddy?” Isabel quips, her lips turning into a satisfied smirk. Noah’s nostrils flare for a heartbeat. To Isabel’s astonishment, Noah swallows the witty remark. He lets her hands go to rummage in his pocket.
Noah clears his throat.
“Remember all those months ago when you said ‘I thought you said it was a one-time thing and then it turned into this?”
Noah grabs Isabel’s hand and places something in it.
“I want us to be something more.” Isabel opens up her hand to find a rose gold necklace with a small “o” pendant on. She gasps out loud and stares at the chain. Her day collar. The one she has been eyeing for weeks now.
“How did you-”
“Babe, you aren’t very sneaky,” Noah chuckles.
“Thank you!” Isabel beams handing the necklace back to Noah.
He brings the pendant to his lips and kisses it softly before rising from his chair. Standing behind Isabel, he moves her long brunette hair to fall over one shoulder. He locks the discreet lock and presses his lips softly to her neck.
“You look amazing,” Noah purrs as he sits back down. Isabel beams at his compliment.
“Thank you,” she grins, her cheeks flushing as their food comes to the table.
Noah and Isabel eat and chat, ending their date with a celebratory glass of champagne.
Isabel fidgets with the collar on the car ride home.
“I can’t wait for you to see how good you look in it. And only it.” Noah moans into the last word.
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“Bedroom now,” Noah orders as he shuts the front door to their apartment.
He can hardly wait to ravish every inch of his girl. He watches as Isabel practically skips to their bedroom, she too, feeling the same way he is; buzzing with anticipation and too much champagne.
When Noah opens the door, he has to lean against the threshold. Swallowing down a groan, he bites his lips as his gaze sweeps over Isabel. Standing completely naked by the end of the bed, her head bowed low, and her hands clasped behind her back. The LEDs glow purple illuminating her perfectly still body, shining bright before him.
Her legs are spread and her shoulders rise and fall with each steady breath. Isabel is in her element. The hairs on the back of her neck stand straight as she feels Noah’s presence. Her insides tie up in knots as she awaits his inspection.
“There’s my pretty girl.” Noah’s voice is low when it hits her, crawling up every one of her vertebrae. Isabel tenses her shoulders to stop the shivering in the column of her spine. He takes a few steps closer until he is inches away from her back. Isabel sucks in a breath as calloused fingers gather her hair to one side and then work quickly to unlock her collar. She bites back the question rising in her bones, but she knows better than to speak out of turn.
“Eyes up.”
The unusual directive makes Isabel’s stomach flip and her mind begins to wonder but she quickly complies despite her storming thoughts because if she waits any longer Noah will repeat himself and she was having such a good day, she didn’t want to get a punishment.
When Isabel’s eyes meet his, Noah’s heart skips a beat. He knows she’s in a vulnerable position and is giving her a little grace to comply with unexpected directions. He sees a spark of curiosity in her eyes as she scans his outstretched hands for her collar.
“May I have your hands?” Isabel blinks a few times before unbinding them from her back and placing them in his hands.
“This collar represents who you belong to,” Noah starts, his voice a little shaky with nerves and excitement. Isabel has always wanted a collar and he wants to make this special for her. “I promise as your dominant to protect you and guide you with our agreed upon rewards and discipline to help you become the woman you want to be. Every day is a new day for you to offer your submission to me. I will accept it with love and compassion now and forever.”
Noah can’t help but grin when Isabel’s mouth parts slightly as she takes in a breath. Her eyes shimmer in the purple light as tears mist them.
“Now repeat after me, okay?”
“Okay,” Isabel grins.
“I submit my mind, body and soul to your will. I freely give my life to you and know that you will love and protect me, teach and discipline me as we agreed. I will serve you and please you to the best of my abilities in this journey together. My desire in life is to belong to you. This I promise as your submissive now and forever.”
Isabel repeats every word with an unwavering confidence Noah has never seen before and it sets his core on fire. With the biggest grin on his face he walks over and fastens the collar back around Isabel’s neck. Before walking back to her, he whispers an ‘I love you’ and kisses the base of her neck where the collar rests.
“How are you feeling?” Noah takes her hands in his again.
“Over the moon!” Isabel squeezes his hands as her big grin crinkles the corners of her eyes. “Can I see it?”
“Yes…” Noah lets go of Isabel’s hands and grasps her face, pulling her to him as he captures her lips with his. She yelps in surprise but it melts into a soft moan when she kisses him back. Noah licks at her bottom lip and she dutifully opens her mouth to him. He slips his tongue into her mouth and devours her. He wants to taste every inch of her. When Noah finally pulls away, he is breathless and so is Isabel.
“I want you to ride me,” Noah pants as he hurriedly undresses. Isabel’s mouth pops open and her eyebrows furrow. She’s never been on top before, even in past relationships. “I got you, okay?” Noah winks at her as she continues to process his request. He settles onto the large bed and leans against the headboard.
“Crawl to me,” Noah beckons as he strokes his hardening cock. He sucks in his lower lip as Isabel gets on her hands and knees. Her tits bounce with every sway of her hips. “That’s it, God you are gorgeous.” Isabel sits back on her heels waiting for the next direction. “Turn around and straddle me.”
Isabel’s cheeks heat as arousal pools in her core. She can’t believe Noah is actually letting her on top. She shifts to sit between Noah’s legs facing away from him and then bends her knees to plant her feet on the bed. She yelps when Noah grips her hips and lifts up. She spreads her legs wider as he slowly lowers her pussy down onto his erect cock.
“Fuck,” Noah groans while Isabel lowers herself more. Isabel bites her lip as he splits her open. She mewls as he bottoms out in her. “How do you feel?” Noah asks before kissing her shoulder.
“So full, but good.” Her head rolls back against his chest.
“Open your eyes pretty girl and look at yourself,” he whispers into her ear.
Isabel’s eyes bug wide and her mouth pops open. Noah’s large body envelopes her small frame. A blush spreads over her neck and cheeks as she stares at herself bare and exposed. Overcome with shyness, she quickly looks away and covers herself with her arms.
“It’s ok, Isabel. Do you want to stop?” Noah asks as he brushes a strand of hair away from her face. She takes in a shaky breath. Isabel has never felt so vulnerable before, yet it excites and terrifies her at the same time.
“No, I just feel overwhelmed. It’s all so new. No one has ever cared for me like you do,” Isabel slowly uncovers herself and rests her hands on her thighs for support. Noah wraps his arms around her to comfort her.
“We will take it slow, ok?” Isabel nods, breathing in his scent and relishing in Noah’s soothing body heat.
“Look how good your collar looks around your neck,” Noah coos as he snakes his hand up between her breasts to play with her collar. Isabel’s cheeks flame to his touch around her neck, and instantly her pussy throbs. Noah chuckles against her ear as he feels her arousal drenching his cock. His dick twitches against her walls and she squirms.
“You like my hand around your neck, dirty girl.”
“It’s your tattoos, and um… your nail polish,” Isabel confesses. She looks away from the mirror, away from Noah as the revelation weighs heavy in the room.
“Isabel, look at me.” Noah’s hand slides up her throat, a silent threat if she doesn’t comply. Isabel’s heartbeat pounds in her ears. His hand is warm against her throat. She is not quite sure if it’s a welcome sensation. It’s not a hard limit for her and Noah knows it. They’ve never explored breath play before but with the way it makes her feel now, a frenzy of butterflies in the stomach, she wants him to continue. Her eyes meet Noah’s in the mirror.
“Good girl, now tell me what you want.” Noah’s eye never leaves hers.
“Choke me.” Isabel’s pussy throbs against his touch. Noah grips her throat lightly and presses against the side not to cut off the airflow and slow the blood flow. Isabel keeps her eyes steady on him while she rocks back into Noah as he slowly thrusts into her.
“Fuck, don’t stop,” Noah grunts through clenched teeth, applying more pressure for a heartbeat longer before letting go completely. Isabel gasps for air but it drives her to bounce up and down Noah’s cock to chase the pleasure. Noah digs his nails into her hips slamming her body down his aching cock. He loves the way her tits bounce in rhythm with her body. It’s mesmerizing. He could watch her do this all day.
“I need more,” Isabel requests. Her pussy walls claim his cock again this time she grinds circles around his cock. Noah’s head thunks back against the headboard, his mind starting to haze from the pleasure. He swallows down the pressure building in his core to give his girl what she wants. Isabel’s moan becomes muffled when Noah’s two fingers find the wet heat of her mouth. She closes her eyes and swirls her tongue around his fingers as if it were his cock, getting lost in the fantasy of it all.
“Just imagine it’s my cock in your pretty little mouth.” A shiver crawls down Noah’s spine when Isabel sucks him further into her mouth.
“Eyes open, Isabel.” Isabel’s pupils blow wide when she watches Noah’s fingers slide in and out her mouth. “That’s my filthy slut, so needy.” Isabel whimpers as Noah pops his fingers from her mouth and immediately splits her folds apart. She jumps slightly, rocking against him when his slick fingers make contact with her sensitive clit. Noah circles her clit as Isabel quickens her pace up and down his cock.
“I want you to keep going, forever,” Noah’s tone is deep and it sends a spark down Isabel’s spine and straight to her overstimulated clit.
“Fuck,” she bites out. Noah matches each of her thrusts with his own. “Noah,” her voice breaks as the wave of her orgasm crashes through her. Her head rolls back and eyes flutter close. Noah keeps his firm grip on her as he fucks her through her orgasm. “Hold on, Isabel.” Noah’s thrusts become sporadic as his orgasm explodes through his body. “That was amazing,” Noah pants between breaths. He gently moves Isabel’s jelly legs back between his legs so she can rest on his lap. “How are you doing?”
“Great,” Isabel hums, her eyes remaining closed. “I’m going to miss you.” When she opens her eyes again she looks at Noah in the mirror. Both of them are sticky with sweat yet glowing under the LED lights.
“I’m going to miss you too,” Noah kisses her cheek, and they remain entangled in each other’s arms for a breath and a heartbeat longer.
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30 Days of Fanfiction - Day 2
Name the fandoms you've written in, and how much you've written in that fandom, and if you still write in it. (Or as many of them as you want to write about if you have many fandoms.)
Here are the fandoms I’ve written (and still write)
Rumbelle/OUAT (Including anyelle and anyem) - 67
The Mummy Franchise - 5
UC:Undercover - 4
Sleeper Cell - 2
Star Trek: Discovery - 2
Stargate: Atlantis - 22
Stargate: Universe - 7
Tolkien - 4
Halt and Catch Fire - 2
Foundation 1
Hellcheer -1
Of those numbers above, I currently have 37 WIPs across those fandoms! Feel free to ask questions.
#30 days of fanfic#rumbelle#The Mummy series#uc: undercover#sleeper cell#sga#Stargate: Atlantis#SGU#Stargate Universe#Star trek : discovery#tolkien#Foundation (tv)#hellcheer#ask me questions
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30 Days of Fan Fiction: Day 29
What is your current project or projects?
My most current project is an Ed, Edd, n Eddy fic about Marie just so happening to go the same university as Edd, him finding out, and the aftermath of such a thing. I am not well-versed in EEnE fanfiction so I don’t know how much it’s really written about, but I think it’s an interesting to have these two characters basically re-converge, and have Marie apologize, but examine how Double D reacts.
Another project that I suppose is current is an Attack on Titan fic (spoilers ahead) meant to explore the damage of the Rumbling, the geological changes to the world, the loss of flora and fauna, and maybe even the psychological effects it may have on those who ventured out to see it.
Big big big back burner things are Runaway and Royce. I don’t wanna let those two go. Runaway is set in Mad Max: Fury Road, but plays out as Furiosa is caught before she can get on the road with the Wives and escapes, and she runs into Max. Things proceed from there. Royce is set in the same, about a young man who is captured, made into a blood bag, and gets dragged into the chase after Furiosa as Immortan Joe wants low-octane blood as insurance for his Wives.
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30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 26
SLEEPING IN
It's that time of the month again.
The clock passed 7:45 AM, and there was still no sign of Tara. Her class started at 8:35 AM, and it took her about 15 minutes to get there. Normally, she never got up past 7:30.
Today was different.
Sam gulped down the last of her medication and left the bathroom to make way to her sister’s room. The door was shut, no sound or any sign of activity coming from inside. So, instead of knocking, she went straight to turning the knob as quietly as she could and letting herself in.
Tara was still under the covers, having them pulled all the way over her shoulders as she lay curled up. However, the notorious creak of the door opening made her peer up.
Her eyes were still heavy with sleep, not even open all the way as Sam observed them. “Hey,” she greeted softly, “You’re gonna be late, it’s past 7:45.” She approached the bedside.
But her little sister just shut her eyes again and buried half of her face into her pillow. “I don’t feel good, Sammy…”
She sat down on the edge of the mattress and reached over to rub her back, softening her voice as she asked, “What’s going on?” She then moved her hand to tuck away the other’s messy, feathered bangs out of her face. “Do you feel sick?”
The younger Carpenter shook her head, still not opening her eyes. “My period…” she mumbled. “Cramps…”
“Mm.” She must’ve started it last night. Usually, they let each other know when the time-of-the-month starts, so they won’t accidentally snap and then erupt into a meaningless fight. “Did you start it last night?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Her older sister nodded and brushed her warm cheek with the back of her hand, before pulling the covers down a little. “I’ll go get you some medicine, and—”
She was cut off by a long, high-pitched whine that came from Tara, who yanked the blanket back up while stretching in a frustrated way. “Noooooo, I don’t wanna go to class, Sam!”
Sam had to bite back a laugh at how childish she looked turning over onto her stomach and twisting her face away—like if she was facing the other direction, then she wouldn’t be forced to go to school. “I didn’t say you had to go, Tara,” she chuckled, unable to hold it back. “I was just going to get you some medicine and the heating pad.”
Her sister huffed but seemed to drop the tantrum at this response. Her eyes opened a little to glance out of the corners. “You’re not going to make me go, even if I take medicine?” When they were kids, their mother would encourage them to take some medicine and push themselves to quote-unquote “get through the day,” when they didn’t feel well but didn’t have fever. She’d always hated that, and she knew Sam still lived by that, even though she had hated it too as a kid.
“Are you kidding? Even with medicine, period cramps suck,” the older replied. “I’m not gonna do you like Mom.” Her train-of-thought drew her to the same memories of when they were in their school-days.
Tara actually managed a small smile at this, which made Sam return one before she stood up. “I’ll be right back. Do you need anything else?”
A head-shake answered her and she dismissed herself to retrieve some Tylenol, a glass of water, and the heating pad. When she retreated to the bedroom, Tara had moved onto her back with one hand limp over her eyes and the other tucked beneath the covers, rubbing her lower abdomen. “Okay, Tara…” She set the cup and heating pad down on the bedside table, then brushed her little sister’s forehead softly. “Can you sit up for me to take this?”
Tara slid her hand off of her eyes and propped herself up on her forearms. She balanced her weight long enough to take the two pills, one at a time, and swallow them with a few gulps.
“Good girl,” Sam praised, before letting her lay down again. As she did so, she went to plug the cord of the heating pad into the wall, beneath the phone charger currently in place.
Tara was already grabbing the dark green pad to slip it beneath her blanket. Now, a little more awake from taking the medicine and navigating the topical remedy to her liking, she kept an eye on her big sister as she came around to situate the controlling section next to her. “Sam?”
She didn’t look up as she proceeded to set the temperature, “Mm-hmm?”
“Can you stay home with me?”
Sam’s dark eyes raised before her face did, a spark of concern flooding them faster than she could blink. But when the younger just blinked at her innocently, she decided it was her unstable hormones making her clingy side come out. “I’ve gotta go to work, baby,” she told her. When she saw her face drop into that small pout no one else could pull off, she caressed the side of her face, “I’ll call to check on you, okay? And you can text me whenever you want.” She brushed her thumb over her cheek, noting the disappointed sigh that came in response.
“‘Kay…”
Sam gave her a small smile and leaned down to place a loving kiss to her head. “Go back to sleep,” she whispered.
Tara nodded and closed her eyes, nuzzling herself into the comfort of her bed, while hugging the heating pad to her aching abdomen. Her sister’s footsteps then faded out of the room, which left her sighing again. It wasn’t that she needed Sam to be there with her. She was 21, she didn’t need a babysitter or someone to coddle her. It was just that she liked Sam’s attention, whenever she was sick or wasn’t feeling 100%. She liked to be held or hugged, or just to be near her. Call it a security or little-sister thing. That was just the way she was. Especially since they had mended what had been broken for so long back in Woodsboro. Here in New York, after defeating the last pair of Ghostfaces together, they had grown closer than ever and rarely, if ever, looked back on where they had been.
Tara still remembered what it felt like when she realized Sam wasn’t coming home on her big sister’s 18th birthday, just like Sam remembered what it felt like to have her baby sister shout “Get the fuck out!” at her in that hospital room.
They never forgot any of it, but they did build a wall between then and now. And that’s what Tara relied on. Even in times like these, which were small and insignificant, considering she got her period every month.
It was safe to say that there was a small crack in the wall they built that let the river that connected before-estranged, estranged, and never-again-estranged flow through, because their relationship tended to mirror what they had as kids more than it mirrored their growing-up-and-apart fate.
However, Tara’s hopes were unexpectedly lifted when she felt the bed shift behind her and a familiar, loving embrace wrap around her torso, overlaying the heating pad to hold it in place. She hadn’t heard Sam come back in the room, but she knew that touch better than anything. She felt her sister nuzzle the back of her head as she shifted closer with a content sigh. “Sam?”
“Hmm?”
For someone who was already up and about, Sam was warm against Tara, as if she’d been laying with her all along. “I thought you said you were going to work.”
Her big sister shrugged with a small scoff. “Fuck work,” she replied, “They don’t like me anyway…”
This made her chuckle and shuffle further under the covers. “What if they fire you?”
“They won’t.” The smile that came across the other’s face was heard in her voice. “They may not like me, but they need me.”
The younger smiled too. “Well, look who’s so confident in herself,” she teased.
Sam teased her back, “What? I mean, I can still go, if you’ve change your mind.” She began to pull her securing arm away. “Would you rather me leave?”
But her sister pinned it before it could leave her side. “No, no, stay,” she giggled, tugging her arm back to where it was. “I was just playing.”
“I know,” Samantha’s smile stuck around as she picked her head up to kiss her sibling’s and then settled back down again. “So was I.” She let her eyes close as Tara sighed happily and traced her small fingers over her hand that guarded the pad beneath the blankets. “Now, get some rest, my love. I may not be going to work, but I can’t stay here all day.”
Tara nodded. “Okay. But you go to sleep, too.”
“You first.”
She let her hand go limp over her older sister’s and sank into her pillow. “Thank you, Sammy. I love you.”
Sam brushed her nose into her hair, taking in her thick, calming scent that had already crowded her olfactory senses from being in her bed. “I love you too, Tara.”
happy thanksgiving everyone!
i hope you all had a great time with your family, friends, or whoever you spent it with. i'm very thankful for all the things i have and are able to do, in these fearful times.
thank you all for your support and love. i'm very thankful to have you and be apart of this community.
All my best! ♡ - parker
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listen… NOW LISTHEN!! 🧐👆🏻
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