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inkburnt · 2 years

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I’m Not Scared

One-shot inspired by a creepy but fantastic little audio clip made by my bestie @featherburnt. The brain worms were ravenous. I think this is going to be the first of many I write, taking place in the Silent Hill-like setting of a perpetually work-in-progress collab fic we gush madly about. Posting it here first before I decide if it should go on AO3 at all. :x Enjoy some hopeless boys.

Fandom: Devil May Cry Teen–Mature // M/M // Words: 3,438 Characters: V, Garrett (male OC belonging to @featherburnt) Relationship: V/Garrett Warnings & tags: V is not part of Vergil, V’s name is Vitale, horror themes, ghost towns, fear Ship & series: Love and Harmony Combine

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"Garrett, come here."

The violet glow of the cane threw a small but appreciable light over the spines of binders he couldn't really read. But these were collections of records given the dates written and the uniformity of the labels that bore the same handwriting. Coming to a dress shop was as useless an effort as it was attempting to read a language he did not know, but still he pulled a binder from its nook; and dust that had settled for decades was suddenly disturbed, and thickly took to the air only for V to blow it away from his face. He grimaced when he succeeded in causing it to whirl largely in place. With his mate joining his side as reliably as always, he passed the thing to Garrett's hands. "There are more just like this," he explained, "and the dates descend." He held his cane above the binder for its light. V watched him turn it over, open it, skim through the pages.

"It's just for bookkeeping," Garrett revealed, unimpressed, "nothing useful."

"This shop must have been in business for quite a while." V wasn't any more interested in that than Garrett was, as they both had been searching for information beyond profits and losses. The kind that may give them some clue. Mannequins left standing and dressed were the last remaining evidence of an era passed, its fashions outdated. A relic, this place, and something that better deserved to be preserved and admired by posterity than to sit here forgotten and wasting away. V found fashion magazines and catalogs laid out over a table and spared the time to flip through some, and he was ever gentle in his handling of old things as he slowly turned page after page. On fading photographs, the violet light cast an unusual tinge.

He did not enjoy being here: the dress shop was one of several sites they had come to, and each one worsened V's opinion of Goussainville Vieux-Pays on the whole. The plane crash had not been responsible for the decline in air and atmosphere, the deterioration of things and areas away from the site that had almost appeared organic, bodily. Decay was an odor V could not put out of his olfactory nerve since he had set foot here. The sounds of modern planes passing overhead were nonexistent—impossible, when a large airport operated just outside the village. Ghost towns were not this dead. Garrett had done a fine job of finding this one. Maybe too good a job.

Dulled footsteps and flipping pages were the only sounds heard for what felt like miles. V knew the former came from somewhere behind him. "If only we could find that boy. He knows more than he's told us. I feel we were wrong to let him slip through our fingers. There is something unnatural here." He thought it was his fault the teenager had gotten away from them. The only living soul encountered since setting foot in the village, and there was no way to know where to find him now. V had begun doubting what he'd seen and heard when they first crossed paths, fearing tricks of the mind—or tricks of the dead. But wasn't that paranoia on its face? Oh, this place was beginning to take its toll.

That there were dead here was no question; that they haunted this land was certain; that they reached out to V was, unfortunately, a fact. At the very least, he could gather that they were sorrowful but refused to take it out on him. Still, to assume that whatever was wrong with the village was due to their presence would be an impulse borne of ignorance. V could honestly say nothing had been further from the case. Ghosts were remnants of human life, human in their own way, and though the village was brought into being by human hands and inhabited by human lives, the very last vestiges of humanity had long abandoned it, its ghosts bound here by supernatural laws and their own melancholy. They affected little to nothing within the village.

Here, there was something invasive and dark, eclipsing all the rest.

In all this silence, V felt almost unwelcome. He poked and prodded where he had no right, and if he were any more mad he may claim the place was rejecting him for that. But pages turned, the light of his cane was revived when it died, and his nerves fared no better now than they had on first hearing the boy's warning. On alert, high alert, and he had four demons at his side to pounce the second the alarm went off.

The waste in pointlessly browsing fashion catalogs made itself apparent when V grew bored with it, but a part of him, and a large part in fact, preferred this to facing the soupy, impenetrable fog that lingered beyond these walls. It had been thinner earlier in the day, or so he imagined. The Eiffel Tower had been visible beyond the village borders, hazily yet unmistakably before the horizon. But in recent hours, with the descent of the sun, he thought he’d lost sight of it entirely. He needed only to glance out the windows to know how hopeless an endeavor it would be to navigate the ruined streets under all the gray cover. So he flipped more pages, exhaled his boredom—a clever mask for nerves. Leave it to his mate to come to his rescue, who had an arm to bring around V's waist. “Garrett, I’m fine.” It should have gone a ways in comforting him, but he was put off entirely by this village saturated with grief and an element that was sinister. Did it show that plainly, to Garrett, even in the dark? V thought he’d been masking it better than that. It did not help matters to sense that what should have been warm flesh was hard plastic pressing into his right hip.

V looked to his left to see Garrett, but he jumped out of his skin when he didn't see him and gasped in something like abject terror. In pulling to the side, the arm on him caught tighter and it sent V into a primal fit of panic; and his cane landed desperate blows on the thing to beat it away, and he was freed only for his back to meet something heavy when nothing had been there before. He whipped around to lambaste the second horror and had nothing short of a panicked yell for his fate. A warm hand caught his arm before he could find his freedom by way of a serious beating, and in his surprise he released the cane from his useless hand, its clatter ignored but its violet light missed in the dark.

He feared for his life, hissed his rejection of the thing that seized him, he knew nothing but the rush of blood in his ears and the eyes and nose and mouth that sized him up. And he almost instantly reeled as he stood rigid, completely unaware of the tears in his wide, fearful eyes. He came within an inch of whaling on Garrett.

Resistance coming from muscles turning to jelly was only a product of instinct. Shaking lips parted but no sound escaped. V heard a voice call his name, or he heard something, anyway. His mind was in severe disarray and it barred all reasonable thought. Large, green eyes stared too long at a face he wasn’t sure he remembered—until, in the seconds that passed, he realized no harm or horror was coming. His name was repeated, a human arm came about his back, and calming words that had been filtering into his brain were finally beginning to hold sway. It proved enough. He wouldn't have spun around to look behind him for that thing that had grabbed him earlier if he wasn't assured of the man arresting him now. That was Garrett, thank heaven. V remembered his grip, the sound of his worry, the faintest trace of smoke, of course he did. This small confidence was enough to let V lean into him, but very much in a state of flight as his eyes kept wide and trained on the darkness behind him, expecting a horror to drag him back. Comforting assurances were heard above his ears, barely above the sounds of his own haggard breathing. And with them, an orange glow in the murk, a flame held out. Like so much the child who hid their head beneath the covers, V wanted to close his eyes and will it all away; but he heard nothing monstrous, saw nothing alive, felt stillness all around. Dying violet light mixed with smearing tears obscured his sight, but he allowed Garrett's protective pull that brought them even closer. In darkness was danger, so V could only think to grab onto the thing that gave him security.

"V, it’s just a mannequin."

Garrett had comforting strokes for his back, but as much as V felt like a fool, he also thought his mate was wrong. No doubt about what he saw now by fire light, but that gave him no sizable comfort. The fiberglass, lifeless human shape before his eyes was in fact fiberglass and lifeless, and displayed no fashion, and somehow remained standing after receiving blows V was certain should have dropped the thing to the floor. He could not have been mistaken about what sent him into a panic. He was touched with intelligence. That scared him. "I felt it move. It touched me.”

"You could have bumped it."

"No. Nothing was around me." The uncanny likeness to a human face, with painted eyes and lips, inspired more discomfort than a clothes rack, a tree branch, or a garbage can ever could. He hated the human in the nonhuman. Studying the mannequin’s face and form only discouraged him from looking at it any longer, so he turned away and shut his eyes now that he knew no beast or ghoul would try to take him from here. If he had been in danger, his familiars would have known the way they always did, and they would have peeled from his body to assail the thing that aimed to bring him harm—and for that, he knew they needed no permission. Did that suggest his reaction was baseless? That he was wrong for privately accusing his mate of exercising rationale? None of that held any water so long as he remembered what he had felt, assumed what that meant to him, and he was aware that the entity at fault remained among them. No comfort in any one of those thoughts. What could he do but bring his face to Garrett's neck, and try to contain the collapse of his nerves while he had his moment. He only breathed while Garrett pulled him closer with the two arms necessary to soothe him.

How could something so stupid scare him so badly? There had always been worse, and he laughed in its face when his odds were poorer. Oh, the humiliation and all of its implications, and he loathed it.

Part of cowering went into recovering composure. At least Garrett would never tease him over things like this, and he was ever sincere in the way he would soothe his mate and offer every protection. Until now, V hadn't realized that his hands were like hooked talons, grasping at Garrett's jacket like they belonged to a threatened animal. But there was life in lifelessness, or at least a level of sentience that knew what it was doing. There was intent in inanimate limbs, a defined goal, a reason for movement and for touching V. If it was only to frighten him, to push him out of the shop, it may yet be satisfied. The desire to stay here had evaporated in an instant.

Right now, Garrett’s preoccupation lied with comforting him, so while he allowed V his time to gather his wits, massaging his back was the second-best thing Garrett could do. He pressed his lips to the top of V’s head for a subtle peck. “It’s okay. I gotcha.” The shame of it was that Garrett hadn’t been there the moment V sprang from the danger. He’d only caught the aftermath, and even then, he couldn’t see what V was seeing: he couldn’t see the harm the mannequin posed to him, logically speaking, and given that it was dark inside the shop... But who was he to doubt in V? The oddest things did tend to happen around the warlock, which was unfortunate half of the time, and only helped play at Garrett’s heartstrings. His words were above whispers, soft and grounding. “You got nothing to be afraid of anymore.” Though it irked him that he couldn’t have, perhaps, paid closer attention and stopped this before it started, at least he’d been there at all—albeit at some risk of having himself hurt by V’s cane. He’d felt it directly to the face one or two times, and neither were actually pleasant.

The warlock in his arms grumbled against his throat. “I’m not scared.”

“V...”

As if on command, he leaned back to look at Garrett. Even in the unaltered darkness, their eyes had found one another. And there was a furrow to V’s brows, the mark of stubborn pride. “I was startled,” he reasoned, as if that had made any significant difference.

The single flame ignited, held at the pair’s side for the comfort found in light amid darkness. “Swee’heart, there’s no shame in being scared, especially for good reason.”

Garrett was only meaning to comfort him, but V didn’t like to be seen through as if a strip of cellophane. But the wetness to his eyes likely didn’t help matters, and he’d forgotten about it until now, when he tipped his head down and brought a finger to his eyes to wipe the lingering tears away. How childish of him, and he hated that too; though perhaps not as ardently as he hated the sudden heat brought to his face as he guessed that embarrassment made itself manifest. “I cannot be afraid of a mannequin.”

“V, you yelled. And you were whiter than a sheet. You scared me.”

“It was a bad surprise, and I am not scared now.”

“Okay, you weren’t,” Garrett finally relented, only sympathetic where he should have considered being impatient instead. But he wasn’t that kind of man; at least, not that kind of mate. To V. “You’re not scared, pretty boy. I believe you.” He believed in the same way he pretended not to see the shimmer in wet eyes, or the pink in pale cheeks; but at least it went a ways in giving V some relief. The sweet thing tried smiling for him regardless, bringing a hand up to pat him lightly on the cheek.

Garrett shouldn’t have to see this, no matter that V had his utmost respect or that he would always mean well. Some things simply had to be kept private, there was some shame one simply had to live with. With a spare hand, he persuaded Garrett’s away from his face. In drying his tears, V brushed off the remnants of his panic and his humiliation, heart rate be damned. He returned his gaze to his husband’s before it was missed, with new resolve summoned to the surface of peridot pools. It was forced, it was a fraction, but better that than enduring fright. He’d at least banished the rosiness from his face. The demon’s flame warmed the cool air, its orange glow revealing a little more detail than V wanted it to—but he was grateful for that anyway, as he was for the faithful anchor on his back: Garrett’s hand again.

He exhaled a breath as he bent over to collect his cane, and held it by its handle not because he needed its aid, but because he didn’t want it being yanked by some unseen force hidden in the darkness. He could do well without more contact. And another scare. “Something is here, and I think we’d be wise to take its hint,” he suggested once straightened. In his voice was an element of haste, his usual cool having taken a backseat to a more primal urge. Even with what he anticipated to encounter out in the fog, he was immediately convinced that out of doors would beat whatever was inside this dress shop by a mile. In spite of overarching discomfort, eye contact with Garrett was a little easier now that V wasn’t the center of attention. Still, he did not distance himself from his mate. He knew that the mannequin was there, it and its friends. Garrett didn’t argue him his point, but agreed with it and took V’s free hand without offering when steps toward the exit were taken.

To him, it hardly mattered how he would lie to preserve V’s feelings. What mattered was how he would protect him and preserve his life. Garrett would not dare to let him walk out of here without a proverbial but physical lifeline, and the connection that came from joined hands was one often sought after. V didn’t fight it when their fingers laced. V didn’t have to be honest with him, either. Body language spoke all.

The poor thing was tense, but he was trying not to be. In his experience, it wasn’t often that inanimate things would come to life and reach out to him. The surprise in that, and in feeling a limb on his body in such a fashion that triggered souring reminders of long-held personal fears, worked as one to unsettle him so completely that he would want to be anywhere but here, and it succeeded. Garrett was sanctuary, so to him V stayed close. The twosome left the past very well in the past and the door to close slowly behind them. They hadn’t heard it, and they hadn’t looked to make certain. Outside, the world was gray and dark, and cold, and a new sensation of oppression lingered like low cloud cover, suspended above their heads. The fog sat thickly, obscuring visibility to the point that nothing beyond a foot in front of them could be made out with detail. The setting of the sun changed things; far be it from V to have ever expected a change for the better.

“We’d be better off if we got outta here.”

The urge to agree was powerful, but it wasn’t defeating. Rather than look in the rough direction they’d come from, V stared into the fog that went on with no apparent end, deeper inside the village. He wondered about that boy from before, worried slightly over his safety if he had somehow lived in Goussainville Vieux-Pays. This place was no place for anyone still alive, much less for children and the ill-equipped. It wouldn’t have been right to leave him here, but it was the desire to discover the root of what was so twisted about the village, and potentially set it right, that motivated V to want to press on. He’d experienced a lot in his lifetime as far as the diabolical went, and he knew that, in general, it was best to nip a problem in the bud before it spread, grew, evolved, bloomed. Perhaps it was a stretch to assume already that devilry was at play, but if not that, then what else? His hand squeezed around Garrett’s, tense for half a second like a pulse, before relaxing. A silent signal to him that freedom would be a way off yet.

“You never know what is enough unless you know what is more than enough.” Words spoken aloud, but they were meant for himself to hear. An unfortunate reflection on V’s modus operandi, his usual attitude toward a question that begged answering, a problem that begged fixing. There was the need to remind himself of that, as if he’d had a duty to fulfill by instinct alone. It is never enough until it’s too much, and he doesn’t tend to know that until he’s over the edge and wishing he’d never tipped over it in the first place. Garrett had to learn that about him the hard way, but at least they always lived to tell about it. A tug of hands, a look of sorry dissent, and though there was initial resistance from his mate, V began on his way in loving company, in search of the supposed problem, the answer to the burning question.

What is happening here?

#devil may cry #dmc fanfiction #dmc5 #dmc5 v #dmc v #v dmc5 #v dmc #v x oc #V is not Vergil #featherburnt #universe: Love and Harmony Combine #fic: The Cult of Moloch #I'm gonna start posting about this fic because it's tasty.#I think if I write more one-shots for it I'll post them all as a collection on AO3. Since they're pretty small.#ANYWAY. EAT.

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maulfucker · 6 months

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oh god oh fuck I just had. A Thought.

ok so. remember when I said some posts ago that if I ever wrote a sequel to the sequel to Maul fucks some guy it would be a "I'm horny and it's making me go kinda crazy and I don't care we can pretend it didn't happen just fuck me" kinda thing. and remember I have a currently on hiatus wip about Maul warning Obi-Wan about Sidious before Dooku dies that involves them fucking in a spaceship. what if I. combined these concepts......

#hm i should make an original post tag #obimaul #making it part of this both gives a good 'conclusion' to the 'fucking some guy' saga and adds some tasty flavor to that wip #which tbh needs the flavoring. it started as a very pointless short thing and i got stuck because idk where i'm going with it #and this. this would be delicious.#make him go to his enemies for help because he hates sidious so much. with the added flavor of the conflicting wants inside him‚#not knowing obi-wan feels the same conflicting wants for him. both keeping their distance because they don't want to complicate it.#and in the fic. maul took them into wild space for extra privacy because he's a bit (justifiably) paranoid.#and their ship gets stranded for a bit because the navicomputer gets disoriented.#so they're gonna be trapped together in a ship. stressed and hopeless and not sure how they feel about each other.#both because of maul reaching out to tell him about sidious‚ placing him at least partially on the jedi's side‚#and because of the Thing with the shapeshifter #so. yeaghhhh #excellent Thought i think #which means the sequel sequel is. already started. by accident

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everettswritings · 3 months

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https://www.tumblr.com/everettswritings/740809548342951936/oh-my-god-everett-making-a-contribution-to-the?source=share

I loved this...also why can't I help but think: "God forbid he meets a Lee who just melts at teases or teases are their big weakness...aaaalso God forbid he meets someone with a ticklish tummy since I'm sure he'd 'eat' the tummy"

I couldn’t come up with a picture for this like I normally do for my fics and stuff, but this is too good not to answer or post! Thank you for these marvelous ideas. Also, this is gonna be an “x reader” thing because yeah

You can’t exactly recall when it started, or how it started; but at some point Shadow Milk Cookie sucked you right into his games. It’s impossible to tell why he even started these torture sessions, but the one thing that is for sure is that he’s not letting up any time soon.

While you were going about your day like normal, everything was interrupted by that cursed jester as he announced his presence with a loud gasp: “Oh my goodness! Is that who I think it is? It is! Y/N Cookie, my FAVORITE LEE!” He said in his usual shrill voice, making sure to emphasize that you were the lee in this “relationship”. With a jingle and a jangle, he quickly pinned you down and started tickling you all over, his fingers darting around everywhere imaginable. All over your ribs, sides, armpits, and even giving an occasional squeeze on your hips! You couldn’t help it, you burst out laughing the moment they began to poke and prod all over your body, you didn’t even notice that he was intentionally avoiding your stomach. He grinned as you squirmed against his grip and laughed at his touch, “Awww! Is my favorite lee enjoying this?” He said. He always knew how to make you completely melt with the teasing, he grinned wickedly as he continued to talk your ears off with teasing words.

“Ooh, you’re so ticklish there Y/N Cookie! How about here? Or here”

“Oh, that makes you laugh so much! Let me do it again!”

“Kitchy kitchy koo, you adorable lee you!”

For a few minutes, it was nothing but that. He did nothing but tickle you all over while talking your ears off, by the time he stopped you were nothing but a blushing and flustered mess. You look up at him with glazed over eyes, still panting from laughing so much, “Is it over yet?” You asked innocently to which the jester replied with a cheeky grin “Yes it is, but I’m SO hungry! Mind if I… have a snack?”. Your eyes widened when you realized what he was about to do, “No! No, no, no! Please no!” You begged hopelessly, your voice cracked a bit; however, the jester grinned in response and slowly leaned his head towards your stomach.

Your begging and pleads for him to stop were quickly cut off by screams of laughter, what he was doing now was far worse than before. He was eating your stomach! His lips grazed against the skin of your belly, sending ticklish shockwaves all throughout your entire nervous system, and of course he HAD to accompany it all with a series of “om nom nom”s. He continued this for a while, occasionally stopping to say things like “Your tummy is SOOO tasty, Y/N Cookie!” Or “Such a delicious snack!”; meanwhile, you were completely melting as you could do nothing but helplessly laugh and blush at all of this. You poor soul.

End of fic

Also, side note: I can’t believe that this is the first ever actual fic I post on this account, but I guess it’s something

#everetts writings #cr kingdom #crk #cookie run kingdom #crk x reader #shadow milk cookie #shadow milk cookie x reader #tickle fic #sfw tickling community #cookie run tickle

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eusuntgratie · 5 months

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Writer asks 4, 6, 7, 13, 14, 29, 34 🤩

4 & 6 answered here

7. What's the story or fic that you're most excited to work on or share next year?

hands down a million percent its my messy rwrb rpf fic. i'm gonna give this one a working title since i've started posting about it - we'll call it disaster for now. this tasty little idea grew legs and carried me away, and now i've got 20 fucking chapters plotted. WHO AM I. i've only got about 3k written, but i've done a lot of prep work, so i'm hoping to start posting this one in january or february but it really depends how much time i have to write. i won't finish it before i start posting but i want to have a LOT of it done, and i'm a long ways off from that. if anybody is into this pairing or actor rpf in general feel free to come scream at me about it this fic consumes at least 50% of my waking thoughts.

13. What story haunts you when you try to sleep at night?

i'm not sure how to interpret this question. the fic i can't stop thinking about, brainstorming, visualizing scenes is disaster. every commute, when i'm trying to go to sleep, etc etc... i'm thinking about this fic and coming up with a new little thing i want to throw in there.

the fic that haunts me because i never wrote it is the buddie fic i was planning to write for the buddie big bang in 2022, shadow, but we ended up moving halfway across the country instead, and i never came back to it. it's plotted, i love the central idea, but i'm not sure i have the motivation to write something that long for buddie, at least not right now. but never say never. there's some snippets and teasers and even some incredible art in my #shadow tag.

14. How many wips are you taking into next year?

2 that i am currently actively working on (disaster and firstprince exes). i've got 2 tknp fics that i've worked on recently that i think/hope i'll finish. we'll leave it at that for now 😬

29. What was the funniest comment or piece of feedback that you received?

hmm i did love this one: OH YOU'RE SICK from @bigassbowlingballhead and you yelling at me for NOT running into a hot hockey player in an airport and hooking up in an airport bathroom despite the promises made by be cool. all the feral screeching about didn't think i liked cowboys was pretty fun too 🤣

i DO have an all time favorite comment although i think its from last year but i can't find it right now. it's someone trying to scream JESUS CHRIST at me but just its a mess of keysmashes and half words it's so great 🥰

34. What's the weirdest thing you researched for a fic?

probably all the obscure saints i researched for forgive me, father. all the oc's have saint's names bc i went HARD on the catholic trauma in this one :)

Fanfic Writer End of the Year Ask Game

#fanfic writer end of the year ask game #ask grace #grace writes #shadow #disaster #lostcol

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aprillikesthings · 2 months

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OKAY I meant to start earlier in the day but I know once I start it will be difficult to stop lol

but I have some tasty pasta to eat let's go

(how much do you want to bet EVERY EPISODE after this is a two-parter due to the sheer amount of plot bumping into tumblr's images-per-post limit)

s4 ep11 beast island

They're talking about their plan to go to Beast Island and get Entrapta--and side note, the ship goes about as fast as an airplane, judging by the clouds/ocean's movement

will she tho

(I actually don't know! This is one of those plot points I forgot in part because I marathoned the last season and change of the show almost four years ago lol; like seriously from this point on I can remember random specific scenes but not which order or why they happened; it definitely doesn't help that a couple months ago I watched a bunch of She-Ra humor videos that are all, like, just clips from s5 in no particular order)

(seriously if you're a She-Ra fan they're great, they're especially funny if you're high as balls, which Daci and I were when I was like "hey you have to watch these with me they're hilarious")

the globe map is throwing some kind of angry alarm and Swift Wind's senses are tingling

They hit....something!

points to whomever designed that, it looks really cool, and yes, vaguely menacing

okay but you were ALSO told that Princesses were all evil soooo

They find Entrapta's mask and a Horde-made skiff and Swift Wind can hear some kinda weird noise

the ship did call it a Hazardous Materials Disposal Site...

anyway a bug-robot-thing starts to attack them--and Adora can't transform to She-Ra here!

OH HEY so the droning sound Swift Wind keeps hearing that's super fucking creepy is a Shepard Tone! (more info via wikipedia of course)

("April how do you know so much random shit?" I have ADHD and an internet connection. Also in this case specifically, Alex Hirsch once did an AMA in character as Bill Cipher, and he linked to a Shepard Tone and said it was his favorite song.)

Anyway they're attempting to fight the bug and losing

:D I KNOW WHO THIS IS :D

He scares the bug off with magic!! (Shadow Weaver did say he was a powerful sorcerer...)

dun dun DUNNNN

okay so I was confused as to how Glimmer was gonna get in there and duh SHE CAN FUCKING TELEPORT ffs

anyway Light Hope is a computer program and you're not the correct input??? you can't just order it to work pfft

YOU'RE NOT SHE-RA lol

Anyway King Micah hasn't been around other people in a loooong time and is bad with things like "personal space" lol

they're asking about Entrapta and I love that everyone in this show just Knows that Entrapta is like. Into robots. Sexually.

(I'm not looking right now but SOMEone has to have written a fic of Entrapta just making, like, really wild sex toys or fuckable robots, right? Right???)

LOL THAT'S HER ALL RIGHT

Entrapta apparently went to the center of the island but Micah is discouraging them from going. The sound Swift Wind keeps hearing is a signal of some kind from the center--

Apparently the signal is enough to draw people in and drive them mad.

poor dude

Also he thinks Glimmer is still a child and asks about Angella, and Bow and Adora just do a 😬

But they promise to take Micah with them once they find Entrapta and leave

I dunno I think it's kinda cute

Anyway as they keep walking both of them start having moments of borderline-crippling self doubt

Glimmer's killed the spiders that the Crystal Castle sets on intruders and is still trying to harass Light Hope into talking to her:

Apparently yelling that she wants to use the Heart of Etheria was the right thing to say

Back on Beast Island, the signal is getting stronger, Micah is trying to get more information about Glimmer from Bow and Adora, and also they're being hunted by critters:

There's some kind of distorted speech in the signal (which still mostly sounds like a Shepard Tone), and Swift Wind is frozen in place by it and this is happening--

CREEPY AS FUCK

Adora, trying to convince Micah not to give in, blurts out that Glimmer is Queen, oops

oh god there's a flash of light and Adora relives Angella kissing her forehead and telling her "take care of each other," then a bunch of moments of her and Glimmer, then:

"I won't give up, not on my friends, not on Etheria,"

--and she transforms into She-Ra :D

NICE!

The blast frees everyone of the vines and they're back to being themselves

"It wasn't the signal stopping me from being She-Ra, it was me. I was afraid Glimmer was right,"

"But I promise I'd take care of her--take care of everyone, and I will"

(actually you promised you'd all take care of each other, but whatever; like, this is part of her whole character arc)

Side note, She-Ra is taller than Micah by like, half a head minimum

The scary critters all run off because some huge monster shows up, the monster opens its metal jaws, and

and I've run out of images with three minutes to go pfft okay hold on

#april rewatches spop #beast island

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massharp1971 · 1 year

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For the fic writer ask game!

💘🌻🤍

Thanks!

💘Is there any posted fic you want to rework/re-edit/re-write?

New Beginnings, the second fic in my Found Family series. I love it but it was really hard to write because people had raved about Awakenings and this was the sequel. I think it's been overlooked somewhat but maybe at another time I'd have not struggled with the writing process or been hung up on replicating it and working through all the things that needed to happen to get to where the end of Awakenings was pointing.

Although I'm not getting much time to write it, the third (well, fourth, because there's a short smutfic in there now) installment is much more its own thing, and it's also got much more of a Pegasun perspective, which I like. I think people will love it.

I also give Kanaan a proper speaking part, finally.

🌻what makes you want to give up on writing? what makes you keep going?

Being intimidated by the quality or artistry of the really good cake - reading any fic by @wonkyelk, but particularly The bakery in the woods which blew me away as a concept, or the sheer cuteness of @spacecadetdhdly's baby dragon fic The omen on offer, @logicgunn's gorgeous The Long Dark series, or @gingerpolyglot's sublimely hot Put yourself in my hands. Lots of @salchat's stuff, but I particularly loved Kiss me in the rain. @dedkake's astonishing impact in few words, particularly the incredible It could've started like this series, which was an incredible feat of writing and perseverence. @halestrom's gorgeous The doctor and the Sheppard...

Okay I may be using this as an excuse to go all fanperson. I'm sure there are more I'm forgetting to mention, because all those are off the top of my head - this fandom is so blessed with good writers. Stuff like that is aspirational but also a little intimidating to a very workmanlike writer like me - I'm good at making words do what I want them to do, but it's a far cry from artistry like that. I'm gonna have to be content to be Salieri to their Mozart and not be all bitter about it. On the other hand, writing a drabble series or a quick, throw-away fic about body-switching (Bodyswap) or cuddles and asexuality (Ace) and people enthusing about it, or keeping coming back to it. That there is saying "yeah Mas, sometimes you make someone's day a little better". The long comments saying how someone personally connected to a fic are the best. Sometimes I say stuff people needed to hear, and that's nice.

So, I try to remind myself it's cake and it's got its own flavour. My writing would probably be one of those wierd-ass cakes - apricot, chilli and lavender or something daft that not everyone is gonna try but turns out better than you expect. I can live with not being a master baker if a few people find my stuff unexpectedly tasty.

🤍what's one fic of yours you think people didn't "get"?

See above - although looking at it from times perspective people not going nuts over New Beginnings doesn't mean it hasn't been appreciated. There may be some genderqueer insecurity in there for me somewhere because I leaned into the non-binary McKay story a little harder.

Gotta say, though, people have been nothing but nice about my wildly queer takes in this fandom. It's been a complete haven to me in an otherwise stormy world.

Love this fandom 💜💜💜Thanks for the asks.

#sga fanfic #fanfic #asks

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pinewoodpipit · 9 months

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so long, we become the flowers - Cowboy AU - Fic Beginning Meta

So, "we become the flowers", a.k.a. my cowboy au is finally out and being worked on! I'm super excited to be posting this. I'm delighted to have gotten it done already as I was hoping to have it posted before the 17th to celebrate the RDR re-port hahah. I got lucky!

Here is a link to the fic midpoint meta, posted along with chapter 5!

Here is a link to the post-fic meta, posted after the fic was completed!

General thoughts

This fic is meant to be a western style of story, and as such I wanted to follow one of the three western storylines (bounty hunting, revenge, and political stories). I chose revenge! Bounty hunting is technically in there too, but I’d call this more of a revenge story than one about picking up a bounty.

I kind of blended this Western revenge genre with Austen-style romance because ooughh,,, the romantic and homoerotic tension in wanting someone SO BADLY but not being allowed to make a move for fear of scandal… it’s tasty stuff.

The au is meant to be set in a fantasy alternate - real-world in many ways, but flowers can bloom whenever I feel like it because I want cute flowers throughout the fic. I wanted an early-spring discussion in the beginning of this fic, but Fade gives her a peony, which bloom starting from late spring.

The town was named Vennecoate both as a reference to Venice and also to Bloodwritten Silver. I chose Venice as the inspiration behind Venshire in that fic and I liked the reasoning well enough to do the same here - that reasoning being Venice is both a huge part of Valorant lore and also where the training range is. I just like it! I chose this specific naming style after a real old western town, too - Kennecott in Alaska, which was a mining camp abandoned after natural resources dried up in 1938. It’s a national historic landmark now and can be visited.

Fade and Neon are called Hazal and Tala in this au, but like I did with bloodwritten silver, I’ll be calling them and other named characters by their codenames just for my own sake in meta posts.

Neon’s dog is called Kidlat which means lightning… bc “lightning strike”… she has Lightning and Strike… I’ll go now

Moodboards

I made mood boards for Fade and Neon’s rough looks, as well as examples of their horses with their counterparts in RDR2. I also have Sims of them and their horses which I’ve shared before!

I’ve made more moodboards for this fic, but those are spoilers which I’ll only show in the fic ending meta…

Someone on Discord actually drew these guys too, and they managed to NAIL the exact vibe I was going for without ever even seeing the moodboards. Huge shoutout to WissyDumb / wizzul on discord! Sharing these with their permission of course.

They don’t have their piercings in the fic (piercings wouldn’t become commonly used until around the 1950s) and Fade actually has some trauma related to infection and disease (we’ll learn more about this later), so she wouldn’t risk it even if they were commonly worn at this time.

Playlist

I have a playlist for this fic of course, as I do with all of my larger projects. I imagine this will continue to grow as I work on the fic but I'll share the songs on there so far!

In A Week - Hozier (where the fic's title comes from)

Throne - Saint Mesa

Beautiful Crime - Tamer

Mausoleum - Rafferty

notre dame - Paris Paloma

Habibi - Tamino

Setting Sun - Lord Huron

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

You're Gonna Go Far, Kid - The Offspring

Dangerous Woman - Ariana Grande

the fruits - Paris Paloma

labour - Paris Paloma

Stacy's Mom - Fountains of Wayne

Eyes on Fire - Blue Foundation

Hey, Little Songbird - Hadestown

She - dodie

Let Me In - Snowmine

Coyotes - Modest Mouse

Can't Help Falling in Love - Haley Reinhart

The Wolf - PHILDEL

Hand of God - Outro - Jon Bellion

Breathe (In The Air) - Pink Floyd

The Great Gig in the Sky - Pink Floyd

Family of Me - Ben Folds

All Along the Watchtower - Bear McCreary

My Name is Carnival - Stranded Horse

Requiem on Water - Imperial Mammoth

Short Change Hero - The Heavy

Little Girl Gone - CHINCHILLA

I Wish A Bitch Would - Delilah Bon

One of Us - The Lion King 2: Simba's Pride

No Surprises - Radiohead

Something About Us - Daft Punk

Please, Please, Please, Let Me Get What I Want - The Smiths

Creep - Radiohead

Nights in White Satin - The Moody Blues

Blood In The Wine - AURORA

Rawhide - Frankie Laine (hahah)

I See Red - Everybody Loves an Outlaw

House of The Rising Sun - Five Finger Death Punch

The Yawning Grave - Lord Huron

Burn The Witch - Shawn James

Grow as We Go - Ben Platt

Spectre - Radiohead

Long Long Time - Linda Ronstadt

Arsonist's Lullabye - Hozier

Pretty Little Head - Eliza Rickman

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

That Unwanted Animal - The Amazing Devil

Cowboy Casanova - Carrie Underwood

What Makes A Good Man? - The Heavy

Asleep - The Smiths

The Everlasting Muse - Belle and Sebastian

Layla - Derek & the Dominos

Senden Daha Güzel - Duman

Resistance - Muse

We Could Be The Same - Istanbul - maNga

Last Flowers - Radiohead

Man of War - Radiohead

WHEWW this is a long one. Sorry!

#pipit writes #fic meta #cowboy au #own post #valorant #fadeshock #fanfic

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bronanlynch · 8 months

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trying to get back into writing weekly roundup posts inspired by @/girlfriendofthegalaxy's tuesday again no problem series so here goes (disclaimer that these are not recommendations, as a rule I don't like recommending things to people because taste is so subjective and also because I enjoy doing analysis on things that are not good)

listening (podcast): making my way through the Gundam Wing episodes of Great Gundam Project. love to hear queer leftists talk about Gundam. it's fun to listen to now that I know more about Gundam, because when I watched Wing myself I knew literally nothing, and it's cool to get extra context but also cool to hear that some of my initial analysis still holds up. has the (un?)fortunate side effect of constantly making me wish I were watching Gundam

also obligatory shout out to Media Club Plus, a Hunter x Hunter rewatch podcast just started by some of the Friends at the Table folks, which I'm also enjoying a lot (this *is* a recommendation. please listen to Media Club Plus)

listening (music): so turns out I mostly listen to music when I'm driving these days, and right now the cd in my car's cd player is Avril Lavigne's Let Go, which is causing me to think a lot about a world in which Fire Emblem 3 Houses was an anime and there could be a sylvix+dimilix amv set to Complicated. also I've been fondly remembering that one wangxian sk8er boi amv that makes me cry every time I watch it

reading: recently finished The Archive Undying by Emma Mieko Candon. lots of divine-mechanical body horror and also a big win for fans of body sharing. very tasty, lots to chew on. I think I would have more to say about this one if I'd read it more quickly, but it was the book that I read a chapter or two every night before bed because that's a load-bearing part of my routine, and I think that meant that I sometimes lost track of some of the plot threads and shifting allegiances & motivations

currently reading The Water Outlaws by S.L. Huang, which I'm not far into but it's fun so far, and. sighs. Rule of Wolves by Leigh Bardugo. unfortunately because I couldn't remember exactly what happened in the books to properly compare it to the second season of Shadow & Bone I committed to rereading the whole series and, well, this could be compelling political intrigue except that's not where the focus is (it feels like there's a lot of words wasted on reiterating who the main characters are but not in particularly interesting ways or ways that show them changing very much, at least so far) so it's just simply not compelling to me

watching: rewatching Hunter x Hunter (2011) along with the Media Club Plus coverage. only on episode 6 so far but man what a good show

with my roommate, we've been slowly making our way through Elementary, because it's good to have on in the background while working on other things, and I do enjoy a competently written mystery. we also watched. uh. the Bionicle movies. those sure are movies that exist to sell toys to children. like, there's stuff in there that could be really interesting. as a kid I probably would've been obsessed. I'm glad I've seen them. they're not ""good movies""

now, this past weekend, instead of making any progress in any of the shows I was already watching, or fic I was writing, or anything like that, I saw a tumblr post that made a very compelling argument for spending the entire weekend watching all 16 episodes of 2021 k-drama The Devil Judge. this is a show for people who watched Tiger & Bunny and wanted Yuri (you know, everyone's favorite T&B side character, the guy who's a vigilante murderer and also a judge and also very sad) to be the main character (it's me. I wanted that.) anyway. this one's gonna be rattling around in my brain for a while. it's a dystopian legal drama with a significant helping of the gothic (gothic is here defined as when you're forced by circumstance to stay at the mysterious big house of an older wealthy man with secrets). it's about, among other things, corporate greed, the rise of fascism, systemic judicial inequality, the self-destructive catharsis of revenge, whether justice is possible in an unjust society, and having an intense homoerotic bond with your hot morally dubious coworker

oh yeah I'm also keeping up with the Ahsoka show because I was cursed at birth to care about Star Wars. I wish I liked it because I love Ahsoka and Sabine as characters but it's just simply not a well-made television show. really suffers from over-reliance on their Volume soundstage and various other issues that seem to stem from uninspired direction, but I've been especially disappointed with so many of the blocking choices

playing: finally getting back into playing Ace Attorney 5, which I paused literally three months ago and didn't pick up again until this week. there are parts of the game I've enjoyed (Athena is a cool character even if I dislike her mood matrix thing both mechanically and thematically; the mock trial conceit of 5-3 is fun; I like Blackquill & his bird) but other parts I do not enjoy (the transphobia oh my god I hoped I was free after getting past the homophobia & transmisogyny in 5-2 and then got hit with whatever the fuck they were doing with Robin in 5-3 please Ace Attorney be normal about trans people I am begging you)

making: we recently got B. Dylan Hollis's cookbook Baking Yesteryear, and made some maple-squash gems from the 1920s. not too much to say about these, they're nice muffins, tasty, not too hard to make. I think I would probably double the amount of cinnamon next time though

drinking: it's nog season which means it's time for the return of one of my favorite seasonal mixed drinks: eggnog (pumpkin, since that felt the Most seasonal) with a splash of Kraken spiced rum

writing: picking away at editing my t4t yurivain fic that was originally meant to be for Fire Emblem Trans Week, which was like a month and a half ago now. it's fine. everything is fine. anyway here's some lines:

“This feels like a test,” said Sylvain. “Is that your subtle way of telling me that I have to order our next round?” “Depends,” Yuri said, suppressing a laugh at the expression on Sylvain’s face, like he’d forgotten an answer during an exam. “What would you order for me?”

#sorry this is like a billion words long #everyone else who does these seems to be able to do concise summaries but i have a chronic inability to shut the fuck up. so. here we are #dreaming.txt #i used to have a tag for these but i cannot fucking remember what it was #weekly media roundup post

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magnetarmadda · 2 years

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For the WIP game: "Beholding is a gossip queen" and "Time Travel AU: I’m A Sucker For A Kind Word"!

So the time travel AU is something I'm working on for the fiction podcast Big Bang, and there's a promo post for it! Basically: s5!Martin arrives in 2016 a few months before s5!Jon, and he's like "oh shit I have to save the world???" all while fighting backing the Forsaken and trying not to get spotted by Elias. It's not quite as deep into an exploration of Martin as I wanted it to be, but that's because my dissertation and my fibro are regularly competing for how much of my life they can suck up--but I've got plans to do some one-shots set in that world to go back to some ideas I had to cut out of the big document for time's sake. And the title is from a song I really, really love by my favorite band of all time

And for the other one, @hihereami and I were just chatting one day about something unrelated and made a joke about the Eye being fond of gossip. It spiraled into an actual conversation and a crack fic idea being treated semi-seriously, and the subtitle is "Jon subsists on gossip instead of trauma." Basically, Jon and Martin go to the village one day in the Scottish safehouse period, and then there's some local tea spilled and the Eye is like "whoa this is tasty why haven't I been eating this for years?"

It's gonna be pretty goofy tbh, but I also started toying around a lot with the idea of "well, okay yeah, they're the Fears but what about more mundane types of fear could exist?"--the fear of being talked about by gossipy old ladies in your town for instance--and it's also becoming a bit of a "how to break down the supernatural horrors haunting your world with some Quirky Ideas", which I did not expect lol

This is only the second time Jon’s come with Martin to the village, and the first time hardly counts—he was so worried about slipping back into the Lonely, and Jon was just as anxious about him walking there and back. Now, though, after two weeks in the safehouse, Jon is starting to go stir crazy, and he’s rejected nearly every book Martin’s brought back to try to appease him.

So Martin has insisted Jon comes with him today. They’ll pick up some groceries, hit the crafts store for another skein of yarn for Martin, and then wander into the bookshop for Jon’s entertainment.

It takes hardly any time to get through the little market. Martin chats with the cashier, Marie, who he’s seen every time he’s come in. He introduces Jon, who blushes a vibrant pink at Marie cooing at “your cute boyfriend, Martin,” and asks after her grandchildren.

Jon seems unsurprised at this development, only smiling up at Martin while he listens and reacts to Marie’s stories. The transaction is over when she chimes in with, “Oh, and Odelia, the woman who owns the pub? We just found out about her son, and I don’t mean to be a gossip, but you mentioned wanting to try the food, so I dropped your name when she came in this morning.”

“Oh?” Martin asks politely, knowing he’s about to find out that someone’s son is gay.

But something strange happens before Marie can continue. Jon, his eyes switching to that eerie green, asks, ”What about Odelia’s son?”

And Marie answers cheerfully enough, if more direct than she might’ve otherwise been. But Martin sees the horror in Jon’s face at first, and then how his expression…changes.

To end the interaction and find out what just happened to Jon, Martin smiles politely at Martin and says, "Well, tell Odelia we'll stop by soon for dinner, and that if she has questions, we'll do our best to help. Thanks, Martin! See you soon!"

He practically drags Jon out after him, and when they’re clear of the storefront, he whips around and demands, “what the fuck was that Jon?”

“I…I think the Eye likes…gossip?”

"What?"

#my fic #my writing #the magnus archives #jonmartin #wip game

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house-of-laminations · 2 years

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I think you know what I’m gonna ask for but uh… directors cut to responsibility please? -🥀

a tl;dr of below the cut -

Me, before writing Responsibility: far out I hate writing Diavolo

Me, after writing Responsibility: far out I love writing Diavolo

Ngl when I first saw your ask I was like ‘uuugghhhh whY did someone have to ask me about diavolo’ bc at that point I had written 0 words speaking about his motivations outside of the greater good of the devildom. However, after thinking about it for a bit - You inspired me my dear 🥀 anon

Before your ask, I'd been tossing around ideas and headcanons about how to read Diavolo's character within canon. It seemed interesting to me that there was this demon who didn't really show all that many demonic tendencies or traits. Sure he's a bit of a dictator, but overall his policies and actions are all for the greater good of the realms. There's a dissonance at the heart of his character that was really tricky and tasty thing to try and wrap my head around. I actually had a meta post in my drafts that talks about exactly that - the dissonance between what it takes to be a leader versus the selfishness at the heart of demons. I deleted it though - This prompt provided me a way to show rather than tell.

The thing you have to understand is that I don't write linearly. If I'm having trouble with a word, section, or sentence, sometimes I'll just leave it half finished and move to a different section of the story. It keeps me writing but sometimes that also means there's the side effect of a half-finished word or sentence by the time I post that I missed bc I don't proofread.

“I can’t be a demon," was the first line I wrote for this.

And then I immediately abandoned it to go back to the safe territory that was writing the brothers. I had discipline though - write a sentence about diavolo and you’d get to write a sentence about the brothers. I wanted to try and give all the brothers a bit of a spotlight - even asmo and Satan who aren’t actually in this fic, and that’s why I made sure their ‘influence’/vibe was more heavily present throughout the entire Drabble. That’s why it’s coming from this place of wrath, and why I tried to write Dia’s true form as being one that is both terrifying but appealing.

Once I started writing about dia’s true form slipping through the cracks I got more comfortable - back to familiar territory of vague prose and random descriptive words thrown together in ways they shouldn’t be. Which. I don’t know if you’ve noticed is my strategy for literally everything. Once I was in a good rhythm I realized that Diavolo embodies so many tensions and tensions are so fun to write about. Characters who acknowledge that they navigate and hold within themselves opposing and disparate ways of being are literally the sexiest to me. So yeah now he’s my favorite to write.

The ‘make him pay’ line at the end was a little homage to the fact that grace - or the forgiving of others unconditionally - can be the most soul shattering experience. Because with grace, there’s no excuse to hold onto any guilt unless it’s to torture yourself - and that’s exactly what diavolo does.

I think that’s everything of note for that fic that I can remember. I hoped you enjoyed this (very tired, incoherent) ramble! 💛

#🥀 anon #ngl responsibility is probably one of my favorite things that I’ve written #I talk to a real human #ask games

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mayans-sauce · 3 years

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Date Day 🖤

Gif Credit: @sonsofeorl

Pairing: Ez Reyes x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.5K

Warnings: angst but then fluff, tiny bit of smut, cursing

Request by @my-rosegold-soul HIIIII I love your writing so I’m gonna ask if you could write something about EZ trying to surprise the reader with a homemade dinner and a whole special day planned but she thinks he’s cheating because he starts to go quiet and become secretive but it ends sweet and just all flufffy. You can fill in the gaps any other way if you’d like! 🥰💖💖💖

A/N: thank for the request bby💖 This fic was supposed to be short but then finally inspiration hit me and I just kept on writing and never stopped😂 Hope you enjoy💖

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Thank you so much for reading and supporting! It really means a lot! I love you all❤️

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He’s cheating on you. You just know it. He’s been keeping secrets from you and acting so shady the last few days. He is not acting like himself at all.

He would be coming home more late than usual. Sometimes even in the middle of the night. You knew he was busy with the club, but he always let you know where he was and how he was doing. But recently, it was not like that.

When you come into a room, and he’s on the phone either texting or talking, he quickly puts his phone away and gives you an innocent smile. When you question him about it, he brushes it off and says that it’s just some dark and secretive club business. You know he’s lying, but you just leave it at that, not wanting to come off as annoying or clingy.

Ez rarely ever cooks. So you were surprised when you came home one day a little earlier than you had planned, and the whole house smelt like burning food. Walking into the kitchen, you saw him quickly getting rid of the evidence so you wouldn’t notice. His eyes shot up like deers in headlight when he turned around and saw you standing there. He quickly tried to explain that he was making something for Angel because he was sick and wanted to be nice to his big brother. Lies. You knew that he was full of shit because you had just been out with Angel for a quick snack.

Coming home late at night after your job shift, you just wanted to take a shower and go to sleep. Dumping all your stuff on the table, you noticed a little bag from your favorite jewelry store. You know you shouldn’t, but you just wanted to see what was inside. As you were opening the bag, Ez walked in, and he quickly rushed to your side to snatch the bag away from you. You took a few steps back at how aggressively he grabbed that bag. He told you that it was a surprise for his father and didn’t want anybody to see it yet. That bag was from a woman’s jewelry store. Did Ez think you were that stupid or wasn’t he even trying to hide it anymore that he was having an affair with another woman?

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You had distanced yourself from Ez a few days. Barely talking to him or paying him any attention. He had noticed, and he looked stressed about it, but he didn’t do anything with it even then. He just left you to be. You had been thinking and planning about how you were going to approach the situation and how you would confront him about the affair he was having.

Coming home from your morning walk, you saw Ez already up and sitting on the sofa. His head down, legs are bouncing impatiently up and down. He immediately came to your side when he saw you. “It’s not what it looks like.” Wow, so typical to say that when your partner knows your cheating. “Y/N, I know what you are thinking, and it’s not that, babe.” “What is it then, Ezekiel?” You only used his full name when you were serious. “Because you’ve been very sneaky and secretive these last few days, so it must be something.” “It is! But it’s not that. Here.” He handed you a brochure for a… baking class? “What is this?” You looked at him more confused than ever. “A baking class… can't you read?” He pointed his finger at the text that said, “Baking class for couples.”

You were so disappointed in yourself now that you had thought that your sweet husband was cheating on you. Of course, he wouldn’t; it’s Ez, after all. “Ezekiel... I’m so sorry that I ever thought you would be disloyal toward me; I know you would never. I just…” “No, I’m sorry… for being secretive... I was trying my best to plan the best day for you, and I just didn’t want to spoil anything.” You crashed your body into his, hugging him tightly. He gladly accepted your hug. “But wait, what about the rest of the things? The cooking and the jewelry?” “All in good time, mi amor, but for now, go and get ready. The class starts in an hour.”

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The baking class had been the most fun ever. You had made various flavors of cupcakes that you were excited to take home and try. Ez and you kept goofing around with each other the entire time. “Accidentally” somehow getting frosting on your lips, more times than one, so then you had no other choice but to kiss each other to get it away. “Oh babe, you have frosting on your lips again.” Grabbing your cheeks with his big hands, he laid a kiss onto your soft lips, keeping them there for some seconds to get that extra flavor, you, of course. ”Mmm, tasty.” ”Me or the frosting?” ”Both,” he said while rubbing the tips of your noses together lovingly.

You may or may not have had a quick little makeout session against the decoration station while no one was looking. “If we were alone right now, I would decorate you like the delicious dessert you are and eat you up.” ”Mm.. so naught Ez.” ”And you love it,” he whispered in your ear, kissing just under it, which made your whole body erupt in goosebumps, and all you could think about now was him taking you hard against the counter with his bi… ”Can the class pay attention please,” the teacher said while giving you both dirty looks. Damn so much for ruining the moment.

“What do you mean I have to wait to taste these till later tonight? They look so delicious.” “Because I have a surprise for you when we get home.” “Fine. But only because I love you.” “That’s my girl. Now let’s go home.”

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“You are cooking me dinner?! But you don’t know how to cook. The last time you tried to cook for me, you almost burnt the house down.” “I’ve been practicing. That why I’ve been coming home so late. I took late-night cooking classes.” Your heart was going to burst out of your chest. He took his time to do all this for you. “You, my Ezekiel, are going to get some special loving tonight.” “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

“So what are you making?” “Your favorite.” “Anything I can help you with?” “You are going to sit yourself down and let your man do something special for you.”

You could get used to Ez being in the kitchen, making food for you. You were hypnotized while watching him work this new magic of his. The way he confidently prepared the food so casually while making small talk with you.

“I’m not trying to be noisy, but what was in that jewelry bag that you brought home the other day?” “Oh, that! He dropped his utensils on the counter to get the bag. “It’s for you. Here turn around so I can put it on.” “Don’t I get to see it first?” “You’ll see it when I put it on.” Doing as instructed, you got off your chair and turned around for him. Feeling the coldness of the necklace on your skin, you looked down at it; both of your initials were hanging from your neck. He brushed his lips across your shoulder before he kissed the crock of your neck gently. “I hope you like it,” he whispered in your ear. “It’s beautiful; thank you.” Turning around to wrap your arms around his neck, standing on your toes so you could reach him. His found their home around your waist, holding you close to him as physically possible. The sweet moment was interrupted by your stomach making noises, begging for food, making you both laugh. “Someone is hungry.” “Very.”

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“Fuck Ez, this meal was the best thing I have ever tasted. Thank you so much for this. Really, it’s been the best day ever.” “Everything for my favorite girl.” “Now, can we please eat the cupcakes we made? I'm dying to taste them!” ”Go get them.” You were up from your chair as fast as lightning to grab the box of treats from the kitchen counter. Opening the box, your mouth almost started to drool at the sight of the cupcakes. Both of you taking a bite of them. “Up top,” Ez said while raising his hand so that you could high five him. ”We did an excellent job on these.”

”So, what now? Do you have anything more in store for us?” ”How about... A nice bath together and then let's end the night in bed, naked in each other's arms?” ”Sounds wonderful! Let's go lover boy.”

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mona-stay · 6 years

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He Gets Jealous...

hiyaa everyone sorry its been ages since i posted last I’ve had a bit of writers bock but i think I'm over it now :) and will have more up soon. I’m also thinking about starting supernatural fan fics what do you all think would you like that?? please let me know <3

Sweet pea - random serpent

sweet pea was a jealous person, your neck would always be coated in bite marks from him, he'd always put his serpent jacket on you in school or in the bar.

tonight was no different as soon as you got off his bike, you could feel the warmth of his jacket over your shoulders. once inside you got your drinks from the bar then went and sat with Toni and Fangs. Sweet Pea had started playing pool and you grew bored after an hour of watching him win. "hey baby come have a drink with me you've been playing for ages let someone else win for a change" you asked him. "I will just one more game" he said kissing your head. The same thing he said 3 games ago.

You went to the bar, ordering another drink. One of the newbie serpent's came and stood next to you smiling when you looked at him. "hi beautiful" he said in a smooth voice. You rolled your eyes at him at first paying for your drink. "so what's a girl like you sitting all alone for" he said. You turned to him "I have a boyfriend you know" you say. "well I don't that giant moron deserves you" he argued back. You rolled your eyes again telling him to piss off, looking you see sweet pea looking over at you as he sets the table up for another game.

"maybe you should take me up on my offer I can show you a better time than sweet pea ever could look he’s not even bothered we’re talking" he said putting his arm around your waist. You try to step out of his hold but the grip was too tight, before you could do anything the guys hand was ripped from your side, Sweet pea stood towering over him.

"get your hands off my girl" he said through clenched teeth. You knew the look he was giving, his jealous someone is near you look. The other serpent started to laugh, "she didn't look like your girl sitting her alone paying more attention to me than you because you cant tear yourself away from the pool table"

You groaned as sweet pea growled you already knew what sweet pea was going to do. Within a blink of an eyes sweet pea and the serpent where both fighting. You started screaming for him to stop, you hated him fighting getting hurt. FP and tall boy dragged them both outside you ran after them, sweet pea had a split lip, where as the other guy looked like he'd just stepped out of a boxing ring, he had blood dripping from his eye where sweet pea had landed a few hard punches.

Once fp stopped the fight you grabbed sweet pea dragging him back inside to the back room to clean up his face and hand. The silence was uncomfortable at first, you were mad he'd started another fight over nothing and he was a mix of still angry and guilty for upsetting you. You took a damp cloth, cleaning the blood from his lip and chin. Sweet pea grabbed your hand stopping you "I'm sorry y/n" he said looking down. "I know you hate me fighting and how jealous I get, but I couldn't help it when I saw that creep put his hands on you and then how he said you was giving him attention, I know it wasn't true I seen you try to move but my brain just saw red and I went for him. I'm sorry and I’m sorry for not giving you mt attention when you asked for it" he said.

You smiled at him lifting his head so his eyes met yours, "I don't like you fighting I don't like seeing you bleeding or the thought that you'll get arrested because of it. I don't care about you getting jealous, if I'm honest it's kind of hot watching you get all possessive over me" you teased. Sweet peas face lit up at your words pulling you closer to him as he kissed you. He kissed you rough and hard you could taste the blood still on his lips, it not putting you off one bit. "I love you y/n and I mean it I'm sorry" he said holding you tight. You shook your head smiling "I love you too now let me patch you up and we can go home then you can truly show me how sorry you are" you say with a kiss.

Fangs Fogarty - Reggie Mantle

Fangs was never a jealous person, he never had a problem with you hanging out with any of the guys down the pub or around Southside high. However since the school merge something was different.

Fangs stood in the locker room getting changed after gym lesson. On the other side of the room behind some lockers he overhead a conversation that sparked the serpent's jealousy.

Archie, Chuck and Reggie where all on the other side of the lockers talking about his girlfriend y/n. "anyone seen the ass on that new girl what's her name y/n?" Reggie asked, not knowing fangs was in the room. Fangs rolled his eyes at their comments not letting it bother him at first.

"yes she's hot, but isn't she with that serpent?" chuck asked Reggie. Reggie laughed "she was, but give it a week and she'll be mine, I'll take her from that snake" before fangs could go round the coach came in calling everyone out the locker room.

Fangs stayed back to calm his anger a little, he knew you hated him fighting especially if it was about you. Once he'd packed his bag he went out to find you. In the hallway he saw you with Reggie, seeing nothing but red he stormed over "y/n were going, you ready" he snapped not taking his eyes from Reggie. You looked confused at his behaviour but let it go smiling saying your coming now. Reggie stopped you from passing and grabbed your hand bringing it to his lips "it was nice to meet you probably y/n" he said kissing your knuckles. Out of nowhere fangs pushed him into the wall "don't you dare touch her, she's mine and always will be" fangs screamed at Reggie.

Reggie steadied himself, all eyes in the hallway now looking at you. "little possessive there Fogarty, if you don't want to be a belonging sweetheart you know where I am" Reggie said leaning in to kiss your cheek. You frowned moving out the way of his advances, Fangs brought up his arm punching Reggie in the face "I said don't fucking touch her" he screamed again. Sweet pea and Jughead quickly ran through the gathering crowd to pull fangs away from Reggie. You ran out with them, once at your car you told sweet pea to take fangs bike home he wasn't in the right mind set to drive.

There was an uncomfortable silence driving back to his home. You couldn't take it anymore, you knew the bulldogs and serpent's fought but this was unusual for fangs. "so are you going to tell me what that was all about?" you ask in a slightly stern tone. Fangs tolled his eyes "nothing I just don't like him at all" he said but you knew him better and that was a lie. "nothing? Come on babe I know something happened you don't go around punching guys for talking to me?" you said not taking your eyes off the road.

Fangs sighed, "something he said after gym, how you have a great ass and he was gonna take you away from me. It got to me, then I saw him flirting with you I just got...." he didn't finish, he looked down feeling stupid. "you got jealous" you finished for him smiling that he was jealous and worried about losing you. "yeah something like that!" he answered. You reached over touching his leg "hey you don't have to worry I'm not leaving you especially for someone like Reggie Mantle, and let him talk about my great ass, because your the only one who gets it" you winked at him.

Fangs grabbed your steering wheel, making you pull over to the side of the road. Before you could ask him 'what the hell?' his lips crashed onto yours, his kiss was needy and full of love. When he pulled back "I love you y/n" he said looking into your eyes. Kissing him back "I love you too fangs, even more when you get all jealous" you smirked against his lips.

Fp Jones - Hiram lodge

The town had all been celebrating Pickens day and not being from Riverdale originally you didn't understand the event. you had begged Fp to go all morning, wanting to go see what all the talk was about. after an hour of puppy dog eyes, kisses and promises of some extra affection later that night he finally gave in.

everyone from both north and south side of Riverdale was there, eating, drinking and dancing, a few of the local talented kids sang on a small stage. You walked round your arm linked with Fp's, eating maple snow cones, to your surprise were actually tasty. You both laughed walking around the little stalls, playing games and trying different foods. FP had won you a small stuffed bear, kissing your saying anything for you.

Fp had been pulled away by Jughead, you told him to go you wanted to watch Veronica and the pussycats sing. After a few minutes Hiram walked next to you, "she's incredible isn't she?" he said with a loving look cast upon his daughter. You smiled at his pride in his girl "she's got a beautiful voice" you replied, still looking up at the band.

You and Hiram had dated years ago in university, long before he'd met Hermione. Out the corner of your eye you could see and feel Hiram looking you up and down "if I remember correctly you also have a pretty voice" he smirked making you giggle.

"nice to see I can still make you laugh, you look beautiful when you do" he said smoothly, you laughed more "always the charmer Hiram" you said back hugging him hello. "you know how charming I can be" he said a little more flirty. You raised your eyebrows "are you flirting with me Mr lodge, what would your wife say" you joked, a sense of humour you and Hiram both sheared. "Only if it's working" he joked both of you bust out laughing.

Seconds later Fp was back, you didn't know what he'd seen or heard but you knew he knew about your past with the handsome rich newcomer. Fps hands went around your waist from behind, he pulled you back flush with his body, placing a kiss on your neck. "everything okay baby?" he asked hugging you tight.

Hiram's smile dropped a little "I'm good enjoying Hiram's daughter singing" you said, leaning into his arms. Hiram coughed to bring your attention back to him "so y/n you should come by one night have dinner with me, God knows how much I've missed your company" he smiled at you. You blushed thinking back to the company you and Hiram used to keep late nights alone. "I'll think about Hiram" you say not wanting to be rude and say no.

After the song finished Hiram went to congratulate his daughter, leaving you in Fp's arms. "wanna head home soon" he asked not sounding to happy. You nodded following him back to his trailer. Once inside he grabbed your face placing a forceful kiss on your lips.

When he pulled back you looked at him surprised "not that I'm complaining but what was that for, and the pda back at the park?" you asked wrapping your arms around his neck. "your not going to go to dinner with him are you?" fp asked instead of answering you. You brought your hand to his face rubbing your thumb along the stubble on his cheek. "no, I'm not especially of you don't want me too" you said trying to reassure him. He looked down at the ground "I understand if you want to go. He's good looking has a lot of money and power" fp said low.

You lifted his head to make him look at you "he might be them things but he's not you Jones, and he'll never be you!" you say closing the small gap between you "I don't want or will ever want him the way I want you fp, you fill me with love and excitement in ways no other man ever could. Now quit with the jealous thoughts and kiss Mr so I can show you who really has my heart" you say in an almost bossy tone. FP smirked thinking how did he find someone as good as you. Pulling your lips to his in a deep passionate kiss. Image

Jughead - Archie

It took jughead a while to get over the fact his best friend kissed his girlfriend. He was thankful he had the serpent's to loss himself in, that's where he met you. You had been dating for a few months now, Jughead had gotten over Betty's betrayal and was finally happy again.

Archie had a performance with pussycats, and you'd made jughead go saying he can't lose his friendship over a girl nether of them were dating anymore. You both arrived at the town hall, finding Toni and Cheryl already there. The night had been going great, Jughead and Archie were like nothing had ever happened between them, laughing and joking over something only they understood. After Archie's performance he pulled you to one side. "y/n I don't know how to thank you enough for getting jug here to forgive me" he said engulfing you in a massive hug.

Jughead noticed you had gone and went to look for you not liking what he found. Archie was stood against the wall talking with you, every now and then his hand touched your arm. Jughead's fists balled in his hands as he watched you laugh with Archie like nothing happened before. When Archie hugged you that was it for Jughead.

He walked up to Archie "I knew you couldn't change, Archie Andrew's dose what he want when he wants and thinks he's in tiled to everything" Jughead snapped before walking out. You followed him out “ hey wait up” you shouted but he didn't stop only telling you to leave him alone.

20 minutes later you arrive at his trailer. Opening the door not giving him the option to lock you out, you saw him pouring a drink. "so you get in a mood and pour a drink, looking a lot like your father there" you say taking a seat next to him, pulling the glass away from him.

Jughead didn't look up taking the bottle swigging from it. "just go y/n, I haven't got the strength to go through all that again, just go to Archie like everyone else dose!" he said having another drink from the bottle.

You quickly figured out he was jealous of you and Archie. Taking a drink out of the glass he'd poured, you looked at him. "so that's what this is all about Archie" you said, Jughead didn't answer. "look Juggy Archie's well Archie he may be everything a Northside princess wants but that's not who I am. The boys I love are weirdos, like ones who wear a stupid beanie, loves burgers and likes to write. So tell me Jughead Jones does that sound like Archie Andrew's or does that sound like you. I'm not leaving you for him EVER! Even if you get jealous and push me away" you tell him.

Jughead looks at you the truth hitting him you'd never leave him how stupid he was for even thinking it "how did I get so lucky finding you" he said wrapped his arms around you. "I don't know maybe luck has nothing to do with it" you joked, Jughead pulled you onto his lap kissing you deeply, thinking from now on he wouldn't let jealousy push you away again.

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