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navybrat817 · 5 months

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It's cold, Navy! What will our florist do about it?

Keep you warm, of course, nonnie.

Snowfall

Pairing: Florist!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: You refuse to go outside on a cold day and Bucky is more than happy to keep you warm.

Word Count: Over 1k

Warnings: Sugary sweet fluff and love, kissing, established relationship, slight feels (it's me), Bucky Barnes (he’s a warning, okay?)

A/N: Small ficlet for our florist.❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the lovely @firefly-graphics . Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You refused to step outside today. Between the bitter cold and thick snow covering the sidewalks and streets, you were more than content to stay inside and remain warm under a mountain of blankets. The heavy gust of wind that pushed against your home told you that you made the right decision.

Thankfully, Bucky made it back safely from the shop before the snow really started to come down. Anyone else would've appeared frozen to their core after being out in that weather, but he merely flashed you a smile after he shook out his long hair and stomped his boots off by the door. He even managed to keep a flower tucked carefully in his coat for you.

Always thinking of me.

“You know, there’s more than enough snow out there to make a snowman,” he said an hour later as he finished stringing up a set of holiday lights around the living room window, taking a step back to admire his handiwork once he turned them on. “Could be fun.”

You smiled as you set two mugs of hot cocoa on the coffee table. “I mean, we could do that,” you said, wrinkling your nose as he looked at you over his shoulder. “But I think I'd rather stay inside.”

He smiled as he turned to face you with his hands on his hips. Instead of his usual t-shirts or Henleys, he adorned a cozy sweater that made his eyes pop more than usual. Gazing into them was like viewing your own personal winter.

“Why? Too cold out there for your taste?”

You fought a shiver, your body temperature dropping from the mere thought of the outside air touching your skin. “Way too cold.”

“Aww, come on,” he said before he asked in a singsong tone, “Do you wanna build a snowman?”

You giggled at his cuteness, but shook your head. “Nope. I’ll freeze,” you said, lifting your chin as he raised an eyebrow. “I’m not going out there and you can't make me.”

The moment the words left your mouth, guilt crept in. What if Bucky really did want to go outside and make a snowman with you? When was the last time you did that? The two of you hadn't done much for the holidays yet, but you wanted to make the season special and not act like a Grinch.

He deserved better than that.

“What if I ask nicely?” He questioned, his eyes locked with yours as he stuck his lower lip out.

You faltered under his loving gaze and pout. He made you weak. You could admit that to yourself. “Okay, okay. We can go outside,” you relented.

“Really?” He smiled as he gestured behind him. “You’ll go out there?”

“I really will. Because it's you, Bucky,” you replied. If he wanted to go out there, you’d tough it out for him and bury yourself underself the blankets after. “But I'm warning you. I’ll turn into a popsicle if I do and you’ll have to carry me inside. And I demand all the cuddles after.”

“I’ll give as many cuddles as you need,” he promised, his easy smile shifting to a playful smirk, which was enough to make your heart pound against your ribcage. “And I don't mind giving you a few licks to make you melt, Petal.”

“Bucky,” you breathed when he took a step toward you.

Instead of moving closer like you expected, he walked toward your soft, oversized chair. He effortlessly moved it from its usual spot and turned it toward the window before he took a seat. “Come here,” he urged, patting his left thigh twice.

You fought a smile as you went to join him. He reached for your hand once you were close enough and pulled you unceremoniously into his lap, chuckling when you let out a sound of surprise. He wrapped a blanket around your shoulders once you settled into a comfortable position, allowing you to relax completely against him.

“I thought we were going outside,” you said, though you made no effort to move from your spot. Not when he was so firm and warm and smelled like heaven.

“We don't have to do that. I was just teasing,” he assured you, his scruff brushing against your cheek as you sighed and snuggled into him more. He could've said that to make you feel better, but you knew he’d never lie to you. “Why don’t we just enjoy the view instead?”

Your heart filled with unexpected joy as you looked out the window. You couldn't recall the last time you appreciated the allure of winter. Nature didn't need any sort of decoration, but the surrounding lights gave a colorful glow to the glittering snow that fell outside. It was like a silent dance, reminding you that there was beauty all around you.

Being in Bucky’s arms made it all the more special.

“Wow,” you whispered.

Unbeknownst to you, Bucky didn't glance at the view. He focused solely on you with a gentle and content gaze, both in awe of your beauty and how he was the lucky man who got to hold you like this. Coming home to you after a long, cold day was the best gift he could ask for.

“Maybe tomorrow we can build a snowman,” you offered after a few minutes, tilting your head to smile at him. Heat flowed to your cheeks when you realized he was staring at you. “If you want.”

“Or we can stay in bed,” he whispered, placing his hand against your cheek in a gentle caress. “Keep each other warm.”

You let out a soft gasp before he pressed his lips against yours. The two of you stayed locked together as the snow continued to fall outside, his mouth leisurely moving against yours. Slow and tender, he practically made love to your mouth.

As soft as the snowfall.

“Love you, Bucky,” you breathed.

“Love you, too, Petal.”

And it was his love and passion that would always keep you warm.

He can keep me warm all night. Love and thanks for reading. 💙

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sciencebecameouraddiction · 2 months

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Saw your requests are open and I am currently SPAMMING amazing Hazbin Hotel writers with requests. I just neeeeeeeeeed soft Alastor and silly Lucifer in my life.

Soooo if you are up for it I would loooooove an X f!reader where she is starved for physical affection but afraid to even brush hands with someone because they didn't consent to her hand accidentally brushing against theirs for the split second and the feather light pressure that is just so happened to have in the moment. So much so that she'd flinch away as if the contact burned her.

Yet they observe her being really affectionate with touchy people like Charlie who hugs people all the time or Angel who I think would also be very cuddly, appreciating the gentle love in a good friendship.

So now, Alastor can't have being excluded. Although he enjoys the fear he seems to trigger in her, he also feels left out and hurt in his pride why reader can't stand being in close proximity to him.

Lucifer would feel conflicted and confused, hurt even that reader only seems to tolerate whatever contact he iniciates and feels like he is forcing himself on her like a monster. He even goes as far as to be jealous of Angel and Charlie who reader seems to love to get hugs and cuddles from.

I just need a little hurt and plenty of fluff

If you don't wanna write that I completely understand! Do with it what you feel like!

Anyways thank you sosososososo much <3

Have a gread day!

okay so first, don’t think you can just slide in “requesting amazing hazbin writers” and not have me so giddy and happy at the compliment. like there are some AMAZING writers for Hazbin so this compliment is crazy to me. thank you. 😭😭🖤🖤

secondly… i went a little hard on this request and essentially have two full ficlets/one shots. one for al and one for luce.

so, im just finishing them up currently and then scheduling them out tomorrow in the afternoon. they’ll be two separate posts and I will of course be giving credit to you anon for the request. So keep your eye out for these fics tomorrow.

if i remember tomorrow i’ll try and link to them on this ask too. 👀

Note : I remembered…. 🥳

Alastor: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/744138137020809216/title-just-a-hug-author

Lucifer: https://www.tumblr.com/sciencebecameouraddiction/744138137216892928/title-just-a-touch-author

i always love delivering soft and silly alastor and lucifer content so thank you for your request and i hope i do it justice! 🙏🙏🙏

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #hazbin alastor #hazbin lucifer #hazbin hotel alastor #hazbin hotel fluff #hazbin hotel lucifer

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themidnightghoul · 2 months

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Movie Night

Dew wants to braid Phantom’s hair for completely innocent reasons. Phantom is excited to watch the new scary movie they’ve been wanting to see and letting Dew play with their hair. Dew absolutely does not have an ulterior motive whatsoever and they watch a movie together. That’s all.

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2341 CW: Breeding talk

Authors Note: This started off as a ficlet when @forest-rot said something about braiding hair and I got an idea. Then it evolved into…this. And by very pretty request, @sexy-sea-basss here is what I was working on, sweetheart 😘

Read below or on AO3 (coming soon)!

“You wanna braid my hair?” Phantom tilted their head, confused. Dew had to exhibit a ridiculous amount of control not to throw the little Quint over his shoulder and lock them in his room for a week. Something about their innocence just absolutely wrecked Dew and it drove him insane when they did things like tilt their head like that.

“Yeah, just, you know, if you want.” Dew shrugged, stammered his way through his words. He couldn’t think of an easy way to explain exactly why he wanted to braid their hair. At the moment, he genuinely did just want to play with their hair, run his fingers through the numerous layers. He loved the stark white chunk at the front, a beautiful contrast to the inky black and shimmery purple of the rest of their hair. He loved the way the layers that Aurora had cut into it curled after they washed it. He loved holding on to it as he-

“I’d love that, Dewy. Can we do it in my room? We can watch this new horror movie I’ve been waiting to see!” Phantom’s eyes lit up and Dew felt his heart flutter. Phantom was just so fucking cute and it drove him crazy.

“Sure, Baby Bat.” They stood from the sofa and made their way to Phantom’s room, the little Bug excitedly rambling on about the movie they wanted to watch. All Dew could think about was what he wanted to do after he braided their hair and he had to shift his walk a few times, trying to hide a different kind of excitement than the one Phantom currently had.

When they stepped in to Phantom’s room, they immediately flipped on their LED strip lights, changing the color to a dim purple color, and hopped on the bed, grabbing the TV remote and looking for whatever movie it was they wanted to watch. “Come, sit.” They tapped the spot next to them and Dew felt his stomach flip. Something in the way they said that just…did something to him.

Dew sat and immediately pulled them back into his lap. His fingers pulled through the strands to dislodge any tangles, rubbed gently over his scalp. The movie started, something about a haunted pool, and Phantom leaned back into Dew, a soft purr kicking up in their chest the more relaxed they got. Dew had gotten quite good at braiding, having practiced on himself for when he needed it up during shows and no one was able to help him, and he was able to work fairly quickly most of the time. But with Phantom, he slowed himself down, allowed himself to take his time and make sure they were nice and relaxed, their focus more on the movie than Dew.

One braid in and Phantom’s purring had gotten louder. Occasionally, they would jump a little at a particularly loud part of the movie and Dew would chuckle, gently rubbing their back and kissing the top of their head until they settled again. When he finished the second braid and tied it off, he put his arms around them and just held them as they watched the movie together. He tried to focus, really he did, but all he could think about was tugging on the now finished braids and how beautiful the sounds that they would make would be when he did. Thankfully, it seemed like they were too focused on the movie to notice Dew shifting around in an attempt to relieve the pressure on his increasingly aching cock. The more he thought about it, the worse it got. Eventually, Dew began to play with Phantom’s hands, kissing his way down from the top of their head to their face. Phantom’s purrs became soft whines, torn between wanting to watch the movie and focusing on Dew.

“Just watch the movie, Bug,” Dew whispered in their ear, gently nipping their earlobe and chuckling when they shifted their body against him in search of more contact. “Such a good boy, aren’t you?” He ran his hands up and down their chest, sliding under their shirt and dragging his claws across their skin, smiling at their full body shiver as he touched them.

“Off, please Dew,” they whined, raising their arms for Dew to remove their shirt.

He couldn’t help but groan at how easy they were making this as he slid off the shirt and threw it to the side. Slowly, he kissed and nipped his way down their neck, biting just enough at their shoulder to leave a mark, and shifted his way to their front. He propped himself up on his arms and kissed each of the scars on their chest, let his tongue trace the beautiful white patches that decorated their body. “Like my own personal galaxy, you are.” He kept his focus on Phantom’s reactions to his attention and how desperately they tried to remain focused on the movie. “Doing such a good job. You enjoying the movie?”

Phantom whined louder, their hands running up and down Dew’s back. “Dewey I can’t-“

“Good boys watch the movie like they were told to do,” he whispered against their chest and reached up to tug on one of the braids, chuckling when they arched their body against him. Their response to the tug gave Dew an idea and he sat up, moving back behind them and tapping their back. “Lean forward, on all fours.”

Phantom immediately sat up and leaned forward on their arms, their tail flicking around excitedly. Dew drug his claws down their back, reveling in the way their skin broke out in goosebumps where he touched. He tugged down their sweatpants and boxers, dragging his claws the rest of the way down the curve of their ass, over their beautiful thighs that he leaned in and nipped at, causing Phantom to let out the sweetest moan. He sat up and used one hand to trail up the scratch marks on their back, the other sliding between their legs and loudly groaning at how wet they were.

“Someone’s excited, hmm?” He slowly moved his fingers through their folds, chuckling at how easily they writhed under his touch.

They tried to push back onto his fingers and he immediately withdrew, tutting disappointedly when they whined. “Dewy please.” Their voice was so sweet, so needy, and it sent Dew’s mind into a frenzy. He almost gave in right then and there, if he was being honest with himself.

“Tell me what’s going on in the movie like a good Bug and I’ll give you what you want.” He let his hand hover back where they wanted it most, leaving featherlight touches across their skin with one hand and kneading their thigh with the other. Their frustration was palpable and it only served to drive him more insane with need. He moved his hands away and popped the button on his jeans, pulling them down just enough to relieve the pressure on his aching cock. When that wasn’t enough, he grunted in frustration and pulled himself out fully, giving himself a few lazy strokes.

“Something is in the water…” they whined, their legs shaking as they tried to hold still. “The dad is s-sick, fuck Dew please.” They turned around to look back at Dew with tears in their eyes and when Dew pulled his hand away and licked the slick he had gathered on his fingers off, Phantom fell face first into the bed and whined so loud Dew was sure their throat would hurt.

Dew reached down and grabbed both braids, tugging on them to pull their head back. “Ah ah, you’re not hiding those beautiful sounds, Baby Bat. I want to hear every noise you make, you understand?”

Phantom’s body sagged a bit and they let out another whine. “Yes, yes Dew, please will you touch me again? I need it so much.”

He let go of one of the braids and brought his hand to their mouth. “Spit.” Immediately, they spit into his hand and he swore he could feel their excitement pulsing through the air. “Such an eager little Bug aren’t you? Fuck you’re so cute.” He ran his spit covered hand up and down his length, hissing at the feeling, and slowly guided it to Phantom’s entrance. Running it up and down their slick covered folds, he tugged on the braid he still had in his hand. “Color, baby?”

“Green green green, please Dew I’m so green.”

Chuckling, he tugged once again. “Good boy, using your words for me.” He pushed the head of his cock against them and left it there for a moment, testing the little Quint’s resolve. When they didn’t move, even though Dew could tell they were desperate to push back, he finally slid in with a loud groan that he was sure the entire den would be able to hear. “Fuck, baby, how are you so wet already? I’ve barely even touched you.”

Phantom could only make unintelligible noises in response. Dew knew that praise was one of the things that they got off on the most and he couldn’t help but take advantage of them already being most of the way to being fucked completely stupid. He gripped their hip hard enough to bruise with one hand and slowly started moving, gathering both braids in the other hand in order to keep them from falling into the bed as he slid in and out of his sweet little Ghoul.

“Satanas you’re taking me so well, such a-agh- such a good fucking boy, aren’t you?” He could feel the familiar coil in his abdomen tightening, faster than he wanted it to, but he couldn’t bring himself to slow down. “So fucking tight, baby. Fuck you’re so-” Phantom clenched and Dew saw stars, his head falling back as a wanton moan escaped his lips. The control he normally exerted had slipped and he couldn’t stop himself from pounding relentlessly into them, his movements getting harder and faster the more he let himself go. He could feel his knot beginning to swell as he fucked into Phantom and by the sounds they made, they could feel the base of it pressing against them.

“D-dew I’m c-close please-“ a high pitched moan filled the room as Dew nailed the sweet spot inside of Phantom and he could tell that they were about to completely fall apart. The swell of pride that rushed through Dew’s body knowing that he was the one to make them feel this way had him slamming his hips against the whimpering Quint even harder.

“That’s it, baby. Fuck, you feel so fucking good.” He tugged on their braids again, his other hand smacking down on their ass hard enough to leave a mark. “You gonna come for me, Starshine?”

Phantom could only whine and nod as they shifted their hips the slightest bit to get Dew to hit the same spot again. “Y-yes!”

“That’s right, good boy, come on my cock. You can do it, baby.”

“Knot…please…” Phantom’s words were slurred but they were begging so sweetly and how was Dew supposed to deny them when they asked so politely?

“You want to take my knot, baby? Want me to fill you up until you’re leaking all around my cock?” He snapped his hips forward, his knot swelling even more at the idea of being locked inside of his pretty Quint. “Fill you up so good-“ he grunted, pushing a little more and pulling a soundless scream from their lips. “See if you catch, yeah?” Dew ran his hand down their hip to their stomach, pulling them up until their back was against his chest. “Want to see this belly full of my kits. Would you like that, baby? Want to carry my kits for me?”

Dew felt Phantom clench one final time before they came with a shout, his name on their lips. As they shuddered, Dew worked them through their orgasm, holding them up as their legs shook. He pulled the shaking Ghoul down on to his knot as it finally popped, locking them together and coming as his hand squeezed their throat. The sensation of filling Phantom was enough to make him come harder than he had in a long time and the idea of them carrying his kits? It had him weakly thrusting against them, desperately trying to keep as much of his come inside as possible.

Slowly, the two Ghouls came back down from their high and Dew lowered the drooling Quint to the bed. He gently brushed their hair out of their face, kissing their cheeks and nuzzling his face against their neck. “You okay, Starshine?” He kept his voice soft and smiled when Phantom started to purr and snuggled back against Dew.

“Never better, Dewey.” They ran their hand across their stomach almost absentmindedly.

“I can hear that brain working overtime, Baby Bat. Talk to me?” He put his hand over theirs, lacing their fingers together.

“Did you mean it?” It was almost a whisper but Dew knew exactly what they had said.

He was quiet for a moment before he pulled them against him hard and hummed, nodding his head against them. “Yeah, baby, ‘course I did. But only if you wanted me to mean it.” Phantom was snoring softly before Dew had even finished talking. He smiled, rubbed his hand across their stomach again, and laid beside them as he waited for his knot to go down. When he was able to pull himself out, he quickly cleaned up the sleeping Ghoul and put their sweatpants back on, covering them up with their bat blanket. He put their favorite horror movie on and went to clean himself up, returning to the bed and climbing in next to them when he was done.

“Love you, Dewey.” They mumbled, turning to face Dew and nuzzling their face into his chest.

Dew smiled, pressing a kiss to their forehead and holding them close. “I love you, Starshine. Always and forever.”

#midnight writes #this was supposed to be a quick little fic #and then they got into my head #and then someone else got into my head #and then it got filthy #but I’m not complaining #spicy tag #cw: breeding #phantom ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #phandrop #ghost fanfiction #ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction

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decorativetrashbag · 7 months

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Prompt by @vespidphoenix

Did read the ficlet they mentioned, LOVED IT, VERY CUTE. i reblogged it, so it'll be a post or two down from this one on my blog if you wanna read it

As for your prompt, *rolls up my sleeves* I gotchu bestie, I'll try my best. Let's place us on the day of the wedding, at the reception. Let's get those romantic feelings rolling 💛🩵

The day had felt like everything moved in slow motion, but it also felt like it had gone by so fast. Either way, it was a day you'll never forget. It was a day you thought would never happen either, but you were living it. It felt like just yesterday Sanji had asked you to marry him, a whole lavish thing, really. Brook playing music and trying not to spoil the surprise, roses everywhere on the deck of the Sunny, and when he asked, and you of course said yes, the entire crew came out crying, well everyone but Zoro but he did give a small smile to you in approval.

Of course, months passed, and Nami, Robin, Franky, and Ussop offered to help plan the wedding, and you had to admit, it went pretty swimmingly. The ceremony was beautiful, emotional, and full of joy. The reception was lining up to be even more so. Lively music, Luffy, Ussop, Chopper, and Franky dancing with the crowd as Nami, Robbin, and Zoro drank and laughed watching on. Dinner had gone over well. Of course, there was still more food knowing Luffy's appetite. Sanji was most stressed about that. He worked hard to craft that menu and made sure everything was just right, but no cooking for him today. His old friends from Baratie said so.

You and Sanji sat at the sweetheart table, watching the party carry on as you finished up your dinner, and Sanji put out his cigarette to sip his wine. He leaned over to you, putting his arm around you and setting his glass down. You set down your fork and leaned towards him as well, smiling on both your faces as you looked at one another.

"Are you having fun?" Sanji asked over the music.

"Of course! It's our wedding day! It's been one of the best days of my life!" You beamed. Sanji kissed your cheek and smiled.

"I'm having a ball," he then put both hands on your face and sighed lovingly.

"You look… beyond beautiful," He purred, making you blush.

"You look stunning," you smiled back, "You've told me maybe a hundred times today that I look beautiful," you laughed. Sanji laughed in reply.

"Well, for the one hundredth time, you look gorgeous," He smiled, and you kissed his lips gently. His left hand meets yours in your lap, your wedding bands gently rubbing together. After a moment, you pulled away, looking at your new husband, and took his hand.

"Hey, you wanna get out of here?" Sanji asked with a smirk.

"And leave our own wedding reception?" You laughed with a raised eyebrow.

"Just for a minute, no one will notice," he said, standing.

"I think people will notice we're gone. You better not be whisking me away for anything scandalous," you teased, standing with him, his hand in one and the skirt of your dress in the other.

"Is it scandalous if we're married?" Sanji smirked, pulling you close by the waist.

"Sanji!!" You squeaked as he laughed and picked you up bridal style.

"That's not why I'm whisking you away, I just want a little quiet with you," he said, looking back at Nami, giving her a nod. She nodded in reply as if to say, "I'll hold the fort," as Sanji carried you to the Sunny. The Sunny was still decorated from this morning. All the chairs were put away from the ceremony, but the archway, banners, and flowers all still gently swayed in the wind. Sanji set you down on the deck as you looked around.

"I can hardly believe we got married here, just what? Hours ago?" You said, walking to the archway and admiring the flowers as Sanji followed close behind, hands in his pockets.

"I know. It feels like it was days ago," he said, standing next to you. "But with you, I'd go back and do it over and over again." He smiled.

"Oh? Why's that? Everything went well this morning," You said, looking up at him.

"Oh yeah, no, everything went perfect. I just wouldn't mind marrying you all over again," He smirked, and you chuckled. You picked off a flower from the archway and put it in the chest pocket of his blazer.

"I wouldn't mind it either," you smiled, "I could live this day forever. But then we couldn't be excited for the married life after."

"That's true," Sanji said, pulling you in by the waist and leading you in a dance across the deck. "Our honeymoon will be amazing."

"I look forward to it. Do you think the crew will be okay without us for that long?" You chuckled, dancing along with him.

"Oh, they'll be fine. Took the necessary steps and made food and recipes for the time we're gone." Sanji chuckled.

"Clever, Prince," you teased, and he smiled back.

"Well, every prince needs a princess," he purred, leaning down and peppering your cheek and neck with kisses.

"Sanji," you swooned, "I thought this wasn't the main reason we snuck away." Sanji laughed against your skin, and it made a chill run up your spine.

"It isn't, but you're my wife, I have to shower you with love and affection," He purred, kissing along your jawline.

"Well since you're my husband, shouldn't I give you the same showering of love and affection?" You teased as Sanji blushed a little as he stood back up to look at you.

"I guess you're right," he said with a smile. "But I thought we weren't sneaking away for that," He teased, pulling you closer as you both laughed.

"I never said we couldn't sneak away to make out," you said, throwing your arms around his neck. "I'm sure no one wants to see that anyway."

"So.. we'll save that for later," he said, and you playfully rolled your eyes.

"We have a whole week ahead of us to do anything like that. What happens happens." You say.

"Good point." Sanji said, putting his hands on the small of your back. "Whatever happens, as long as I'm with you."

"And as long as I'm with you," you whispered as the two of you met for a passionate kiss. Your fingers play with his hair at the base of his neck, his hands moving to your hips and giving a gentle squeeze. The kisses kept becoming deeper, heavier, and hotter, to the point where you had to pull Sanji off you as he had pinned you to the wall next to the kitchen door.

"Okay, it's been like maybe 15 minutes. And as much as I love…this." You trailed off, panting a little, both your lips feeling a little raw.

"We should get back to our wedding party," Sanji finished.

"Exactly, we still have to cut the cake, do our first dance, throw the bouquet..." You listed as you and Sanji walked back to your reception, hand in hand as you'll be til death parts you both.

My ask box is open, so if you have a Sanji x reader prompt, I'll do my best to write for it!

If you're looking for more Sanji x Reader stuff, check out my Prove You Love Me series on Wattpad and Ao3!

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elexuscal · 6 months

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Ficlet prompt idea! Interactions between ART and Pin-Lee and/or Mensah in the time after NE but before SC.

More thoughts if you wanted more inspiration than a single line. Does Pin-Lee teach ART some new curses ('cause ART curses alot more in this book, and I wanna blame Pin-Lee like how Rhatti mentions the overlap between MB and Pin-Lee's curse vocab)? How great would their banter be, lawyer vs know-it-all-AI?!

Is ART still kinda shy/excited by meeting Mensah?

Thank you~ I really love your work!!!

Awwww thank you very much!

Oh man i was so spoiled for choice here but i really really struggled to think of an interesting take on this

Big thank you to @specialagentartemis who i paraphrased a significant chunk of this from as well as general Vibes

Asshole vs Asshole

So here's the thing. Here's the fucking thing, okay?

Twenty-three days. Twenty-three fucking days of waiting, of worrying, of preparing. Of nearly chewing her own arm off. Of thinking she was walk into a fucking blood bath.

And the Preservation Alliance rescue team finally gets to the scene of the crime, and no one is dead. Which is fucking good, obviously. Okay. She gets it. No one's dead, no one's lost any limbs, and praise the dark gods of yesteryear, no one has even been kidnapped. This is literally better than the best-case scenarios they concocted.

But surely, surely, Pin-Lee can't be the only one who thinks it is fucking weird to be having tea with the person who did the kidnapping in the fist place?

"Thank you, Perihelion," Ayda says, as a shiny blue drone finishes pouring tea into a cup. Just a whiff and a glance is all Pin-Lee needs to know it was brewed exactly the way Dr. Mensah prefers it.

The drone turns to hover to her. It pours a drink into her own mug. Pin-Lee glares at it.

Ayda doesn't look at her, doesn't so much as tilt her head. But they've worked together for a long, long time now, and Pin-Lee nonetheless reads the subtler body language. She grinds out, "Thank you."

She sips the drink. It is coffee and it is extremely bitter and it's warm-but-not-quite-hot and Pin-Lee has a sneaking suspicion it is at least a few hours old.

[You're welcome~] Perihelion's trills as the drone zooms away.

Peri. Fucking. Helion.

Turns out, it's the one that orchestrated this whole thing. The super-secret advanced spaceship that SecUnit apparently befriended while it was off on its journey of self-discovery or whatever decided that it knew exactly who could handle its little pest control problem, and hadn't much cared which innocent civilians got stuck in the cross-fire.

"There were extenuating circumstances," SecUnit had explained, face set like it was ready for a fight.

"It's all fine, water under the bridge," Ratthi had said. "No harm done really."

"Except for the new layers of fresh trauma," Overse had groused.

"But we're handling that, too," Arada had said, with a too-bright smile. "And it's a good thing we're here to help the colonists."

"Yeah yeah and you should see ART's hydroponics bay, it's super cool," said Amena, tugging on her arm.

So suffice to say she was kind of getting some Mixed Signals about this whole thing.

But okay! Corporates descending to steal the livelihoods of hundreds of innocents! Fine! There's a lot at stake! And this is what Pin-Lee is good at, and (sort of) what she was dragged along to handle, so she is willing to put this all aside for the greater good.

Pin-Lee sips at her under-handed-insult coffee and reads over the legal feed documents of this whole cluster-fuck of a case. "Okay," she says at last. "Okay, this is salvageable. But I'm going to need to some more info before I can fully revise this.."

"Of course," says the captain of The Perihelion, a note of genuine relief in his otherwise professional voice. "What do you need?"

"1: A full list of all the symptoms associated with the contamination, and its speed of spread. That'll influence what level of breach this is classified under. 2: Estimates for all of the colonists deaths that were directly caused due to their being stranded. 3: Monetary evaluation of all the colonists' remaining assets..."

"Of course," the captain agrees

Which is fine. Except fifteen minutes later some teenager not-much-older-than-Amena shows up and hands Pin-Lee a stack of paper.

"What's this?" Pin-Lee says, her eyes immediately skidding off of the hand-written tables and charts.

"That's our evaluation of the colonists' assets, like you asked for," the teenager (Turi?) says.

Pin-Lee looks at Turi, to the papers, and back at Turi again. "Can I get this in the feed?"

"Well.... You can..." Turi says, a bit of red in their cheeks. "But..."

"But no guarantee the numbers won't be doctored there," calls Karime from the other side of the lounge.

Teeth grinding in the back of her mouth, Pin-Lee manages, "What?"

[My numbers are perfectly accurate,] Perihelion protests. [It is hardly my fault if none of you are capable of following the calculations.]

Martyn snorts. "It would help if you bothered explaining all your sources."

[Find them yourself.]

Pin-Lee can barely believe what she's hearing. "Are you telling me... that your AI keeps fucking with the numbers so bad that you need to get a teenager to do the accounts by hand."

"I'm not a teenager, I'm twenty-three." Pin-Lee huffs; as if that's a meaningful difference. "And I'm a very, very good accountant." Turi pauses, then admits, "But that's the long and short of it, yes."

Pin-Lee can't help it. She drops her head to the table and hides it under her arms.

[Do you have a problem with this state of affairs?] the very aptly re-named Asshole Research Transport oozes in her private feed.

[You really don't need me to answer that.]

[You're right. I don't.]

She uncurls her finger and makes a rude gesture. Presumably one of its thousands of cameras will see it.

That summons SecUnit into the conversation. [Are you two fucking with each other again?]

[No,] they say in unison.

[Cut it out,] SecUnit says, and then drops away. Truly a master of conflict resolution, that one.

'I'll cut it out when you learn to make nicer friends', she almost sends, but catches the obvious come-back and stops herself. Instead she takes sip of her shitty coffee and gets to work trying to interpret hand-written accounts.

#murderbot diaries #network effect #system collapse #i want nothing more than ART and Pin-Lee to get on like a house on fire #'is that a good thing or a bad thing?'#yes #don't worry having someone to snipe at is enrichment for both of them #fanfic

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All these ficlets are incredible

Million dollar question

What do you think the situation would be if she was mated to all three bat boys? Would they take turns, do it together, and how would their different tastes mix?

Intrigued…

the dynamics stay the same and play pretty well. with her; az is a soft dom. but he’s soft for her. that does not extend to cass and rhys. he hard doms cass and rhys. he will boss then around. sometimes cass argues back and azriel quickly puts him in his place. a hand on his neck, shadows around his mouth or cock til he’s eyes go wide, az knows how to shut cass up. rhys as a pleasure dom is happy to also be topped, he’s here for a good time and as long as his girl is feeling her best, he’s happy. rhys often gives in too when cass is edging her.

“please, please! let me cum, I want to—” and despite the fact that it’s cassians cock stuffing her full, she’ll look one of the others dead in their eye and moan their name, and it always gets them.

“rhysie, please! jus’ wanna feel good!”

“azzy, he’s being mean, make him let me cum!”

soft az is just for her. he is often the one who takes pity on her.

if cass is edging her too much and az wants to give in for her, he will. when cass pulls out to make her wait again, azriel will finish her, or let rhys do it. if she’s been a brat, though? different story.

“azzy, rhys, please—”

“not a chance, darling. you wanted to be bad, you wanted to play, now cassian gets to play. keep taking his cock and sucking azriel’s, show us you can be our good girl again.”

now, lets talk about who she goes to for what she needs.

when she wants some rough, animal sex, she goes to cass. it usually starts with heated looks, biting her lip because she knows cassian loves it. cass is actually the first the fuck her in front of the others, they hadn't quite crossed that line yet, they definitely hadn't had group sex, and cassian takes that first step.

it was just a nice little dinner, she's perched on cassian's lap, his arm tight around her waist, and nobody questions it. sometimes, she's just more cuddly with others, she alternates them all so nobody feels left out. except, half-way through eating, cassian growls.

"stop squirming."

"but, cassie—"

"I said, sit still."

and she whimpers, shaking a little as her back settles to his chest, just leaning back. azriel and rhysand both then feel her frustration and arousal ripple down the bond.

"is she..."

"sitting on my cock? yep. she's taking her punishment. she's been so fucking desperate for it all day, now she's getting it, she just can't move."

azriel choking on his water as rhys squirms in his own seat.

"go 'head and show 'em, doll. show them what a mess you're making of me."

and when she pulls up her skirts to show cassian's pants around his thighs, his cock buried in her, dripping all over and slicking cass' thighs, rhys actually groans. azriel takes pity on her, sending a shadow in his wake to toy with her clit while rhys plays with her mind, til she comes without even needing to be touched.

"oh, did you just cum?" as he yanks her head back by her hair until she cries out. "did I say you could cum?"

after that, cassian bends her over the table, and fucks her until she cries. after that, he sits her shaking body down on rhysand's lap with a smirk. "you wanted to let her cum, boys. you can clean her up."

he does leave a very loving kiss on her forehead, though. he might be mean, but he loves her very much.

its rhys she goes to for sex that makes her brain melt. if she needs her own stress relief, or just wants to feel a high, it's rhys. when she's ridiculously horny herself and needs a quick fuck, nothing too drawn out, she finds rhys.

rhysand is the next to openly fuck her in front of the others. a night in with drinking and stories and just having fun. he's been teasing her all night while the others were here, he's been in her mind, sending her filthy images. when everyone left, and it's finally just her and her boys, he makes his move.

her back is to his chest, cuddled into him, a little sleepy. until his hands start wandering. first, it's just up and down her arms, over his shoulders. then it's to her tits, toying with her nipples, and she's trying to keep quiet. when he starts playing under her panties, she's shaking. when he finally slips a finger into her, she moans out loud.

that gets both azriel and cassian's attention.

with a simple click of his fingers, rhys has her naked, spread out across his lap, legs over his knees to bare her fully, so they can watch as rhys fingers her. again, and again, until she's leaving a wet patch on the couch and babbling for him.

then, he fucks her into the couch cushions right there, knowing that cassian is touching himself just watching. azriel doesn't but they all know he takes care of himself alone later.

it's a long time before azriel touches her in front of the others. in fact, there's even been times when cassian has fucked her while rhys kissed her. or rhys had her on her knees sucking him off while cassian controlled her, bobbing her head up and down cassian's cock.

if she wants soft and loving sex, though, it's azriel. especially if she's the first to initiate it, she'll crawl into his lap, grinding softly, or get him all worked up until he snaps. azriel is also the last to fuck her in front of the others, it's always been private for him.

so, she takes matters into her own hands. she's been teasing him all day, and he's just trying to be soft on her.

"yes, baby, you look beautiful in that dress, it's not too short."

"you're clingy today, it's cute. want some kisses?"

"pretty pretty girl, you have wandering hands today." as he catches her hands and pulls them back up his chest away from his crotch.

so, they're baking, and he's got melted chocolate on his fingers. she's been leaning over in that tiny little dress so he can see her ass, brushing up against him, biting her lip, swaying her hair, batting her lashes, she's got him fraught.

and rhys and cassian are right there, he's trying so hard to control himself. when she takes his fingers into her mouth, though, and licks them clean so slowly, getting them all wet while staring in his eyes, he snaps.

he has her bent over against the dining room table, dress around her hips and both fingers inside her within seconds. her shocked scream only makes him coo in her ear. "oh, my love, isn't this what you wanted? wanted me pushed to the edge, almost as desperate for it as you are? well, you got me. I need you so bad it hurts, and now you're gonna' take it."

he would also lift her up and lay her out across it, til her head is dangling over the edge and she's staring at rhys upside down as az fucks her senseless. kissing rhys upside down, cassian holding one of her hands and nipping her fingertips as she cums so hard her back arches.

sex between all three of them usually consists of azriel taking control, mostly because of his softness towards her, so he knows exactly what will work best between all three of them.

they don't always do it together, they sometimes take turns. it really just depends on who's in the mood for what, and at what times. originally having their separate bedrooms and she'd alternate who's room she stayed in. then they got three big beds in one bedroom, and eventually it just became one fucking huge bed.

when the lines between the boys started to soften and blur as well, it all got a little less rigid, but that took the most time. they've even been known to try out each other's styles before. rhys was alright at being soft, but he wanted more. cass thought he was spoiling her when he tried like rhys, and az sucked at being a mean dom. the first time he watched her bottom lip wobble at something mean he said, he almost cried himself. even if he felt her clench harder around his cock, he couldn't take it.

we should also talk about when the bond snapped for them. it snaps for cass first. they've all had feelings for her, but cass is training her one day, she punches him in the face, and when he's grinning at her for her shot and she cheers loudly and then coos over him, he really thinks 'god, this woman is perfect for me'. that bond just snaps. it hasn't snapped for her yet.

az and rhys are disappointed, but they back off. this upsets her, she confronts azriel and rhysand both about it, and azriel snaps. she's got him backed into a corner, literally, and he can't help himself. he kisses her. the bond snaps for them both. she's thrilled, he literally winnows out straight to rhys and cass to freak out.

it snaps with rhys when she finds out from cassian that he thought their bond snapped. she goes to rhys for comfort because both cass and az are avoiding her. it snaps for her with rhys at that moment. she kisses rhys to test it, and it snaps for him too. she's so excited to practically ran to cassian, completely ignoring his 'I need time to think' moment, and kisses him. it snaps for her too.

they talk about it.

it takes all night.

it starts out extremely awkward, she falls asleep leaning against rhysand, who says "I mean, this is our girl. look at her. look at us. fate knew exactly what it was doing by giving us one girl. she's got enough love for us all, and she deserves to be spoiled in love by us."

the bond confirmation, though? wow.

the boys realising very quickly that they're going to have to take time to confirm their bonds with her and give her a chance to be with each of them, they can't go all at once. the frenzy with three of them trying to fuck her senseless at any given time? no no no.

they decide cassian should go first. his mate bond snapped first, it only seems fair, plus, he really had his heart broken when the bond snapped for her and az. azriel stays at the town house for two weeks to give them space.

rhys actually goes next, he takes her for a week at the cabin, he can't be away for too long but he dedicates every part of his attention to her.

azriel was happy to go last, he was happy to wait. he wanted to plan something perfect. they went away for a month, and travelled all six other courts. when she came home after that month, cassian and rhysand where fucking desperate to see her, and were the two that cuddled in on either side of her that night, while azriel stayed away watching all three.

azriel was the very first to be truly, wholly comfortable with it. he never expected to have to share his mate when he got one, but he loves rhysand and cassian so much, and it all feels right. watching them all share the woman who makes them so happy, seeing them content like he is, he was happy with it long before the other two settled.

let's have some more soft stuff too, though. they're all her doms, they want to protect her and 'dom' her in every aspect of life. sometimes it all comes down to cuddling and holding hands. after all, she's only got two hands. arguments between cass and az about who gets to carry her when they fly. who gets to dance with her first at rita's.

arguments definitely flare up, and there's really no way around it. they're all clingy and obsessed, and sometimes one of them just does feel left out. most of the time, she just leaves them to work it out themselves, if they're really doing too much, she tells them none of them get to hold her hand, or carry her, or touch her. she once got almost 3000 steps up the house of wind stairs before cass and az stopped arguing long enough to realise, and they couldn't exactly fly her the rest of the way up that narrow staircase. she either had to walk 3000 steps back down or keep going.

she was sore for days after that and made a point to only let rhys give her massages and take hot baths with her to prove a point. they learnt their lesson pretty quick.

she also judges it based on who she thinks needs her the most. if azriel had a nightmare, if cassian had a rough day at the camps, if rhysand is having a ptsd flare. sometimes, it's about who she needs the most. as always, they all have different styles of comforting her. cassian takes her to train for stress relief, rhys will pamper her and tell jokes, azriel will cuddle her up with tea and read to her.

it takes a good year at least to actually get into the swing of things. there are arguments and fights and a lot of things to work around, but they all get pretty good at sharing. especially when the bond is no longer so raw.

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Remember when I said I’d been thinking about how (some) other Vulcans (mis)treat T’Pol? This…

— post Terra Prime ficlet

“Perhaps the kin-kur-savas would be more to your liking,” the Vulcan steward suggests.

T’Pol’s lips tighten fractionally before she quietly responds, “Thank you for the recommendation, but I am content with my choices.”

The man turns slightly to include Trip in his blandly disapproving stare.

There’s some Vulcan social subtext Trip can’t parse, so he just stands sternly at T’Pol’s side. She has hardly eaten a thing since Elizabeth died, and if this jackass puts her off her meager breakfast Trip’s gonna put him out an airlock. Mentally, of course, while outwardly observing appropriate decorum on the Vulcan transport delivering the grieving parents to Vulcan for an acknowledgment and internment rite with T’Pol’s clan.

Enterprise had been ordered to remain in-system around Sol tying up Terra Prime loose ends and doing coalition schmoozing. Blessedly Trip and T’Pol have been spared any more Earth media scrutiny for now.

Shran had actually offered to give the pair a lift to Vulcan on his way back to Andoria to continue rallying support for the fledgling Coalition of Planets, but T’Pol was insistent they travel via Vulcan ship. At Trip’s questioning she’d reluctantly admitted that her ties to Vulcan society were somewhat tenuous, and there were many who would view her arrival on an Andorian vessel as evidence she no longer belongs to her home planet at all.

Trip quietly wonders if it was worth the trouble given their reception aboard the T’Mara. For every “I grieve with thee” there’s been a haughty look or three. He’s doing his best to be a perfect guest and support T’Pol. Most of the time he wants to scream, cry, hit someone, or all three.

The steward has thankfully left to go be dour elsewhere, and he and T’Pol take their breakfast trays to a table near a window.

T’Pol glances at her food and drink and then stares out at the passing stars.

“You wanna tell me what that was about?” he asks her gently.

He can see by the tightness around her eyes and mouth that she very much does not “wanna.”

“Kin-kur-savas is a Vulcan stone fruit. It has variegated skin of yellow, green and red, pale yellow flesh, and a small deep red pit at the center. You once likened them to Vulcan peaches.”

“I remember.”

She hesitates, “It was an insult meant to imply that while I may still appear Vulcan I am human at my core.”

Trip inhales sharply and bites down on his anger.

“Additionally, his use of English gave him the plausible excuse of deference to your presence while effectively… alienating me further,” T’Pol finishes.

He doesn’t insult her by asking if she’s sure she’s not reading too much into it. It doesn’t surprise him that Vulcans can be just as bigoted and cruel as humans, but it’s still hard to see it directed at T’Pol, especially when he knows how hard she’s working to hold herself together right now.

Trip is absolutely not going to do anything that will bring shame to his daughter (may she rest in peace), or her mother (may she live long and prosper), so he breathes in a controlled manner and tries to keep all traces of what he’s feeling off his face.

He reaches for a utensil and casually touches T’Pol’s hand. When she makes eye contact he thinks as clearly and deliberately as he can: What an asshole. There’s a flicker of amusement in her eyes. Whether she understood his thought or was just entertained by his pathetic attempt at telepathy, he’ll take the win.

“I’m sorry if my presence is making this worse for you,” he tells her with sympathy.

She gives him a long look. “Trip, his actions reflect only on himself. Your attendance is appropriate and necessary as Elizabeth’s father,” she looks down briefly before continuing, “and I personally find your presence… beneficial. As I said, I am content with my choices.” Her voice is soft but firm.

It may not be a romance novel confession of love, but Trip is moved nonetheless.

“That’s good. I … I feel better when you’re around, too.”

T’Pol gives him a soft look and sips her tea. Trip flashes her a quick smile and takes a bite of the strange but not unpleasant plomeek porridge in front of him. Silently he rejoices when she follows suit, and they finish their meal together in companionable silence.

#trip x t'pol #star trek enterprise #fanfic #my fic #post ep: terra prime #ficlet #vulcan culture #trip tucker #t’pol #grief

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rmd-writes · 20 days

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks @cha-melodius @hippolotamus @mammameesh @kiwiana-writes @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the tags. I'm sure I've done this before but I can't find it to see how long ago!

How many works do you have on ao3?

What's your total ao3 word count?

591,653 but that's inflated by a number of collabs, I think the number is closer to 400-450k

What fandoms do you write for?

RWRB, 911 LS and SC (rarely these days)

Top five fics by kudos:

Excluding any collabs (there's a couple in particular that are right up there)

Everybody needs good neighbours | RWRB | E | 14.3k | neighbours au

to the victor, the spoils | RWRB | E | 19.4k | lawyer au

yours for the afternoon | RWRB | M | 4.6k | coffee shop au

what, like it's hard? | RWRB | E | 65.1k | lawyer au, the prequel

I want you, I need you, oh baby oh baby | RWRB | E | 7k | college au

Do you respond to comments?

Yes, I try to! I'm not always prompt but I do respond to almost every comment

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Happy endings only here. I do have one unpublished Tarlos ficlet that's kind of a Queen Charlotte inspired future fic that is the saddest thing I've ever written which is the result of @howtosingit saying "whatever you do, don't think about X" which of course meant that I did and I wrote it in a fever dream, cried then buried it in my gdocs.

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

All of them hahaha

Maybe the ending to what, like it's hard?

Do you get hate on fics?

I've gotten some strange comments but I don't know that I'd class it as hate, as such (thankfully)

Do you write smut?

nah yeah lol

Craziest crossover:

It's not a proper fic, but I wrote this in response to an ask about what would happen in Alex & Henry, David & Patrick and Carlos and TK all met.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not as far as I am aware!

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

yes and I love it! I've done collabs where we each write a chapter, one where we each wrote a chapter and then fully co-wrote the final chapter, a full co-write with @welcometololaland (that ended up morphing into each of us alternating chapters), and I'm in the process of another co-write with Lola atm.

All time favorite ship?

you can't make me choose

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I don't like to say never, but probably the SC paint & sip au

What are your writing strengths?

based on the comments I get - smut with feelings, banter/dialogue, characterisation

What are your writing weaknesses?

World building, pretty metaphors, I'm far too fond of run on sentences to the point where if I was beta reading my own writing there are SO MANY sentences that need to be cut down so that the reader can breathe.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

If it fits the character, I love it! I generally ask a native speaker to help me with translations for accuracy

First fandom you wrote in?

Schitt's Creek

Favorite fic you've written?

I don't wanna choose

I've got no idea who's done this already but I'll tag @welcometololaland @everwitch-magiks @clottedcreamfudge @indomitable-love @three-drink-amy

@never-blooms @freneticfloetry @strandnreyes @heartstringsduet @reyesstrand

@indestructibleheart @orchidscript @maxbegone @carlos-in-glasses @beautifulhigh

and an open tag if anyone hasn't been tagged and wants to play 💖

#20 questions #about me #rmd writes

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cricketnationrise · 20 days

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20 questions for fic writers

Thanks to @cha-melodius, @kiwiana-writes, and @happiness-of-the-pursuit for the tags!

How many works do you have on ao3?

253

What's your total ao3 word count?

481,635

What fandoms do you write for?

RWRB, Check Please!, Tortall, verrrry occassionally The Parasol Protectorate

Top five fics by kudos:

Going Platinum - camboy!Alex AU

Burnin' Through the Sky - speed dating meet-cute

Set in Platinum - camboy!Alex sequel

warm from the inside out - some stuff happens under a desk 😉

Downburst - In The Shadow of Two Gunmen/West Wing AU

Do you respond to comments?

I have responded to every comment so far!

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to write angsty endings. That being said, this Check, Please! ficlet I wrote for @shygryf is very angsty: Hotel Room, Mar. 1 (I did fix it with a later ficlet, but on it's own...)

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

Most of them tbh. I'm an unrepentant happy ending lover.

Do you get hate on fics?

Nothing that comes to mind--I've been extremely lucky. I've gotten some baffling ones and some with a strange tone, but I think that's more down to English not being their first language, not hate.

Do you write smut?

Yes.

Craziest crossover:

I tend toward fusions/AUs rather than actual crossovers. Although there are Check Please! easter eggs in the Going Platinum universe.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of, although I would hope that any translator would have let me know so that I can flail in overwhelmed gratitude.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not yet, although there's one that's been sitting for a year-ish that I'm gonna be really excited to finally get to.

All time favorite ship?

I won't choose and you can't make me.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Not right now. All the wips I've got that are more than just like, one line or a title, I'm really excited about writing and sharing.

What are your writing strengths?

Immersive descriptions, humor, and metaphors. This bitch loves a metaphor.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Action scenes. I'm getting better, but any time I have a particularly big action scene I beg on my knees for @cha-melodius to get into the doc.

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

Only If I feel confident about the translation. I'll usually get a native speaker to check it over if it's more than an easy phrase I already know/can google, especially if it's a whole conversation.

First fandom you wrote in?

Check, Please!

Favorite fic you've written?

You're so mean to me making me pick. Le sigh, fine.

Check, Please!: How Delightful if that Were True - Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society AU (100% homegrown epistolary baybee)

RWRB: More Than Brick and Mortar - sentient Brownstone AU, magical realism

Tortall: i'll rise up in spite of the ache - hockey AU of First Test

Parasol Protectorate: No Small Matter - 5+1 pranks on Conall that I wrote for @homobiwan

(narrowing these down was absolute agony, btw. hope you're happy.)

Tags under the cut, but if you wanna do this, who am I to stop you? Aka consider this your open tag.

@celeritas2997 @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @inexplicablymine @leaves-of-laurelin @anincompletelist

@firenati0n @missanniewhimsy @montrealmadison @doggernaut @parvuls

#cricket writes #writer games #20 questions #rwrb #omgcp #tortall #parasol protectorate #check please #personal faves

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spoopyblues214 · 3 months

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Mmmmmm what if I said 2012 Mikey angst because my boy here is, I have to admit it, a bit of a player. :’)

Who knows, maybe we steal his time traveling girlfriend instead.

I decided to just call it finished instead of letting it rot for longer. I hope you enjoy!

Requests are open btw!

Player 12!Mikey, ficlet

Word count: 612

°•.•°

“-C'mon, angel face, you know I'd never-”

“Do I know? Cause it seemed like she was all over you.”

“But I'd always choose you, baby cakes!”

You scoffed, crossing your arms and leaning back against the wall. This wasn't the first time you'd had this fight, or similar, and you knew it wouldn't be the last; it wasn't the other thirty times. A hand came to your temple while you sighed.

“You sure like keeping your options open, though,” you huffed, eyes opening to glare at him under your lashes.

He physically recoiled like you lashed him.

“That's not what it is.”

“Then what is it? It can't be that hard to tell them to back off-”

“I don't wanna be an ass-”

“It's not being an ass, it's setting boundaries!”

He reached for you and you pushed his hand away with the back of your own, “I'm not dealing with your shit anymore.”

“What?”

“We're done. I'm sick of your people pleasing.”

“You can't just-” he said your name while you stood from the wall, turning to leave before you ended up in tears. “I love you!”

“If you did, you'd stop hurting me.”

You were thankful when Raph stopped him from following you, even if it felt embarrassing that he had heard the fight.

°•.•°

It took about a week before you heard Mikey was kissing someone else in an alleyway. Leo had avoided your eyes and Donnie was even worse at keeping things from you. Especially when you gave him a look that threatened he'd burst into flames by pure will. When you turned to Leo with the same look because he hadn't told you first, he lowered his head like a dog that got caught chewing the furniture.

Any tiny piece of you that might have felt remorseful evaporated, as Michelangelo clearly disregarded everything so easily. Of course, your heart hurt, it felt as though some thorny vine was growing inside your chest; but the idea of feeling bad for him.

It was already a trillion miles away.

At least he had the courtesy to hole up in his room with his comics instead of being out here. At least he had some shame. Or maybe he just didn't want to see you. If that were the case, it was perfectly fine, considering you didn't want to see him either.

You rolled your eyes before squaring your shoulders, determined to beat the two turtles present in their favorite video game.

.•°•.

It took you a couple months to fully get over everything. The brothers also quit walking on eggshells around you, aside from Raph who had always been blunt. Even Mikey stopped hiding in his room every time you'd come over, though he had a staring problem. You ignored it; he had ruined his chance.

Today you brought along someone new, whom you had warned about the friends they'd be meeting being mutants. She was surprisingly cool about it, though she was cool about everything. It's what attracted you to her in the first place.

“Guys, meet my girlfriend, Angel,” you introduced her. Only one person seemed unhappy, which was a rare feat considering he loved making new friends.

“Surprised she's not screaming,” Raph joked, fist bumping Angel while she shrugged.

“You guys aren't doing much to warrant a freak out,” she replied, shaking Leo's hand while Donnie just waved.

The three gave their names accordingly, but Mikey stood with his arms crossed, looking almost like he was pouting. Angel waved at him anyway. Besides the orange coded turtle's sudden jealousy issues, things went surprisingly well.

Michelangelo would just have to get over it, like you did.

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Pillow Palace (Silvio Ricci x Reader)

Happy Gift Witch Day, @itsjudesfault!! This was supposed to be a ficlet but it got so out of hand that it became a whole fic! I hope you enjoy this fluffy goodness with Silvio. <3

Prompt: Pillow forts

Suitor: Silvio

Warnings: More tsundere adorableness than you can probably handle in one sitting

“Oh, come on, Silvio! It’ll be fun!” you pleaded with your lover while he simply crossed his arms over his chest and huffed.

“It’s stupid.” he muttered quietly, not meeting your eyes. You sighed, deflating. It had been an hour since you started trying to convince your Benitoitian prince to make a pillow fort with you; namely, the most incredible pillow fort the nation had ever seen. Your lover had more pillows in his palace than existed anywhere else on the continent, but what’s the use of even having them if you never got to crawl inside them and curl up with a good book or cuddle.

Fine. you thought. I didn’t want to have to do this, but… “Well, fine. But I know Rio will do it with me, so I’ll go find him.”

The words stopped your lover in his tracks, his eyes narrowing in evident disgust as they finally met yours. “That damn mutt wouldn’t even do it properly! And why would you wanna go do somethin’ like that with him of all people?” he fumed, and you shrugged.

“I don’t, but my lover doesn’t wanna do it with me, so I’ll have to settle for my friend instead.” You put a fake pout on your face and made to stomp out of the room, but a hand grabbed your wrist before you got to the door. With a gleam in your eye that you tried desperately to hide, you turned back to Silvio, whose brows were knitted together in frustrated resignation.

“Fine. I’ll order the servants to get the pillows.”

It was nightfall by the time you and Silvio had put the finishing touches on your pillow fort, which in reality should be called a pillow palace. It had multiple corridors and enough space for you to walk through standing up. Silvio still had to crouch, but with a frame as tall as his, you weren’t surprised. In the very center, there was a large room with several pillows laying on the floor to act as chairs or a bed, and a small table with snacks made by the palace maids for you both, as well as a bottle of champagne with two glasses neatly set up next to it.

Silvio was relaxed as you both settled in to your “living room”, but a scowl twisted his face when you pulled out a book and started to open it.

“Nuh uh.” was all he said before leaning across to snatch the book from your grasp.

“Hey! What was that about?” you admonished.

“You tricked me into buildin’ this “fort” thingy with ya all afternoon, and now you’re gonna ignore me and read about some fantasy prince makin’ all ya dreams come true? I can do that for ya, right here, right now.” He snapped the book closed and tossed it across the room with a heave and snarled at it, as if it would come to life and retaliate.

You almost bit back at him, but you saw where he was coming from. You did want to build this fort so you could spend time with him. Might as well use it as intended. “I’m sorry, Silvio. You’re right. Let’s spend this time together.”

His gaze locked on yours, and you saw a flicker of satisfaction there; an innocent happiness he only ever allowed you to see, and your heart skipped a beat, overjoyed anew each time he was vulnerable enough to let you close. “Well, we might as well eat some food while we’re here, eh?” he chortled, scooting closer to the table of snacks. “This champagne is more expensive than all the pillows in this fort, too, so ya better enjoy it.”

You laughed, only slightly exasperated with your lover's antics as you pulled yourself up next to him at the table. “I’ll enjoy it because I’m having it with you.” you beamed at him and his expression softened.

“Shuddup, yer just tryin’ ta make me get one of those stupid expressions on my face like you give me.” His words were harsh, but his tone was not, and he wrapped his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side, planting a soft kiss on the top of your head as he held a petit four to your lips.

“Is it working?” you asked, giggling as you chewed the sweet treat. He turned away, his cheeks burning.

“Yeah, it’s workin’. Shuddup.”

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