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blueprint-han · 3 years

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[Image ID: A black picture with the title “HOW TO SUPPORT FANFICTION AUTHORS” written in bold caps lock, colored with a winter forest picture. End ID.]

Well, this post has been made countless times, but I’m making one too because I’ve seen a lot of people say they’re new to tumblr and don’t know the whole “reblogging is better than liking” rule and other stuff. So without any further ado, here are ways YOU can support the fanfiction authors. Now keep in mind this applies to almost every author out there, not just the stayblr fandom, so if you’re a silent reader (or even if you aren’t), I advise you go through this post. Warning, this is a fairly long post going into detail, so yeah. I still expect you, the readers to read this, and if you’re a writer, feel free to lmk if i’ve written smth wrong or if you want me to add something! ^^

In this post I’ll go into thorough analysis of the pros and cons of each of the methods listed here and how YOU as a reader can show the authors whose fics you read more love and motivate them to produce content.

WARNING; LONG POST! GOES INTO A DECENT AMOUNT OF DETAIL. NOT EDITED, EXCUSE ANY TYPOS.

#1 : LIKING !

I think this is basic common knowledge, and a lot of people tend to do this. When you like the post, the author sees it, you see it, and if the author has their liked posts accessible (which majority of the time they don’t), and if someone deliberately goes to check it, then they see it. See why so many authors say just liking does nothing? Only liking says “Hey, I’m gonna tell you your story is not that good by simply liking it and not sharing it with other people. :D”

♯ PROS:

You’re telling the author that you've read their fic, and either you’ve enjoyed it to a certain extent, or you’re just saving it to read for later.

Likes are seen by you, the author and anyone who has access to your likes (which, most people don’t).

♯ CONS:

If you ONLY like, you’re not really helping the author’s work reach a wide audience because this site isn’t Instagram. Reblogging is the only way people can SEE our works. I’ll cover more on that in the next section.

In a nutshell, liking is good! But you should most likely use it in a combination with the other stuff I’ve listed below, because just the like itself doesn’t really do much in giving the author any feedback or interaction on their fics.

To clear shit up; I’m not talking about those people who don’t read the story or appreciate it in the first place. I’m talking about those who appreciate the fic, like it, but don’t leave any sort of feedback to show that.

#2 : REBLOGGING !

This is SO, SO important. I cannot stress on this enough. Let me explain WHY so many writers stress on reblogging content:

Tumblr’s tag system is inherently fucked up, and has grown more so over the year. I’m not kidding, at first, the fic either used to show up in the tags or it didn’t, but now, sometimes your fic can be REMOVED from the tags because of,,, idk tumblr tag shit. Anyways, as you can see, it’s very demotivating for authors at that point, because the major way for people to find their content and expand their blogs has been blocked.

Due to this reason, tumblr authors need to RELY on you, their followers to help spread their works to a wider audience. Now again, before you get me wrong, I’m not saying you ae forced to rb our works regardless of whether you like them or not. BUT, that being said, if you DO infact like the story, there’s no harm in reblogging, right? By doing this you’re indirectly telling the author — “hey! :D I liked your fic! Which is why I am gonna share it to my followers so they can read it too :D” Trust me, you’re doing nothing but helping the people who produce content for you to read. Seems like a worthy cause to hit the reblog button, right? It’s only a one, or maximum two step procedure.

Leave tags in your reblogs! Trust me, as an author myself and as much as I know from all my author friends, we oft check the tags of your reblogs to see if you found any part amazing or even if you have anything to say about the writing we put so much hard work into. Even a key smash or a “This was so [insert adjective] 🥺” is enough to leave a smile on your authors face.

♯ PROS :

You’re !! Sharing !! Your authors !! Works !! This leads to them getting more recognition, so for the content they’re so graciously providing for free, you’re promoting their blog and helping them expand it.

If the tags are being a shit, which majority of the time they are, then you’re literally making an author’s day by reblogging! You’re showing them that you, a follower and appreciator of their works are willingly sharing their content because it deserves to be seen by more people. Again before any dumb people decide to attack me, i am talking about people who like the fic but don't bother reblogging and are silent/ghost readers. I am not forcing anyone to read anybody’s work.

YOU’RE MAKING YOUR AUTHOR SO HAPPY WHAT MORE REASONS COULD YOU POSSIBLY WANT !! 🥺

♯ CONS :

Literally none, because as far as I remember no author is against reblogging of their works. It’s quite literally the way this platform functions. Reblogging is IMPORTANT.

#3 : COMMENTING/SENDING FEEDBACK !

This kind of overlaps with the previous section, but THIS IS SUCH AN IMPORTANT STEP !! When you leave feedback, you are directly giving the author something so much more valuable to them than high follower/note counts or money. Your feedback is literally our serotonin. I kid you not the number of times I’ve received a positive comment and smiled and it has made my day. There’s a reason youtubers (though not the best example, bear with me here because it was the only one I could think of) ask people to subscribe, like and COMMENT. The subscription is like a follow, the like is ofc like a heart, and the comment is equivalent to an rb with comments in the tags.

You might argue and tell me that a comment is basically like an ask so the reblogging step isn’t necessary, but I’m sure 99% of you use YouTube and you know that more comments leads to people’s videos boosted in the stream/trending charts. This is what reblogging does. Reblogging shares the piece with other people like minded, which leads to a boost in reads. You are literally helping your author grow.

It’s quite literally the same thing as youtubers. Youtubers NEED validation to keep their content creation going, so do writers, so do other ccs on this site. This post is however, focused on WRITERS, so keep that in mind.

♯ PROS :

By doing this, you’re giving author valuable feedback! It’s similar to what you do in rbing with tags. Interactivity with their fics boosts their note counts and helps expand their audience, so srsly, now think of it: your one comment is playing such a massive role to help ccs create more content.

Imagine how much of a difference the note counts will be in when every person who simply likes after reading the fic, reblogs, leaves a comment and sends an ask. the note counts would be high on each and every fic, which is validation in itself, but your comments would inspire the writer so much more! Please, don’t skip the commenting part. Even a simple one like: “this is so cute!” is wonderful.

♯ CONS :

Remember, if you’re gonna give constructive criticism (which I’m sure you all are smart enough to know if different from hate), make sure the author is okay with it. Authors need to be in a specific mindset and must be ready to accept criticism, so if you’re gonna give constructive criticism to them when they’re at a low point, it may demotivate them.

Just commenting, instead of reblogging and commenting in the tags/ reblogging and then leaving an ask in their inbox, while it gives validation in plenty, will not lead to the author’s work being spread. Therefore I suggest either reblogging and commenting in the tags or reblog and then leave an ask, or comment under the fic!

!! reminder; I am not saying that if you don’t rb and just leave feedback, your feedback has no value. We authors truly appreciate every bit of feedback, but this post is aimed to help you learn how to interact with and support authors, and make them feel more motivated, because the current scenario of liking and scrolling is taking a toll on their creative abilities. Take it from a person who’s been writing for a year.

#4 : COMMSIONING VIA THEIR KO-FI/OTHER APPS !

Before any of you attack me, let me tell you that this is not a step that is 100% necessary to do. ONLY donate if you can and if you genuinely want to, and if anyone is forcing you to pay for something against your will, you need to get yourself out of there.

Regardless, if an author has a kofi and you’re able to and you want to donate, you definitely should! It’s also a valid form of support.

#5 : ADDING THEM ON REC LISTS/ RECOMMENDING THEM TO REC BLOGS

This is such an underrated option, to be honest. I can’t tell you the number of times I’ve seen my fic was recommended onto some rec list and it’s made me smile so hard. If you like some fics, create a rec list! They’re oft very popular amongst the fans too. Making rec posts is such a great way to share your favorite stories with others.

Rec blogs! I’ve seen a couple going around, and needless to say they are a great way to get someone else to read your favorite author’s work whilst also giving them your own feedback. These blogs oft accept recs via a form or ask box, and they leave your feedback along with their own, or else they’ll oft tag the author in the feedback post, so look! You’re basically helping your author share their fic to many more people, because you’ve given them feedback and a reblog.

♯ PROS :

Validation! Feedback! Reblogs! More exposure! Helping a blog grow! Spreading love! basically a run down of the stuff I’ve said before!

♯ CONS :

Literally no con of this. Unless, a one in a million case, this author says they don’t like receiving feedback/being tagged, and I’m sure NO person has said this before, at least none that I’ve heard of.

#6 : FINAL COMMENTS; MISC !

When an author points out about how the interactivity is drastically reducing, don’t just give them blind apologies. Yes, you feel sorry for not interacting as much, we understand, but rather show that you’ll become a better content consumer through your actions. We need to see that we’re not just throwing words into a void and that people are actually trying to be better content consumers.

Understand the fact that authors don’t get paid for this, and 99% of the time, these authors don’t take commissions either. They’re giving you novel worthy writings for free. Take Percy Jackson: You think the author would have felt motivated to write the subsequent parts, let alone two whole series based off of it if literally no one showed that they were interested? Rick Riordan has sales, he is being paid, there are millions of people and big agencies who provide him feedback. Now take that huge amount and simmer it down to an audience of maybe 10000 people This is what fanfic authors want. They don’t want your money, nor are they telling you to risk your lives for them. All they want is, a reblog, some tags, some feedback, some INTERACTIVITY. A sign that they aren’t throwing fics into the void and that people actually like them, some motivation to continue. Seems fairly easy to throw an rb with some tags, right?

Don’t bother to tell me that we do this for ourselves and we shouldn’t ask for likes and reblogs and feedback, because 1) you are consuming the content that we “write for ourselves” and 2) writers post their content here for interactivity and feedback. We could just not post and write and save our fics in our dungeon drafts for years. But we choose to post to entertain the readers, the consumers. And we aren’t even asking that much in return.

Don’t give me the whole “I’m scared that authors feel that comments are annoying” excuse either because seriously this has been DEBUNKED SO MANY TIMES. Istg, in the nicest way possible, if you still think writers are annoyed by interaction and feedback, after so many posts, long rants have been posted as to how we’re not, then you must truly be living under a rock. There, I said it. Please stop thinking this way, I’ll say it again, AUTHORS ARE NOT ANNOYED OF FEEDBACK, COMMENTS, TAGS, REBLOGS. WE LOVE IT. Saying this is like saying that the audience in a theatre play shouldn’t clap when the play ends because the actors would find it noisy. 🤡

I’ve seen some people saying they have anxiety issues and such, so pls note that I’m not invalidating your condition. If you’re trying to be more interactive, I really appreciate it! If you can’t, that’s fine too. You’re trying.

But for the people who have no reason other than feeling lazy to rb and comment, your lack of interactiveness is not excused. Please. Tumblr is a reblogging site. If you’re gonna consume content like authors are some sort of machines, I encourage you to go get some more perspective.

This site is not Instagram or the satan bird app. Your likes are appreciated but frankly speaking, they do nothing to the author except tell them “Hey i read ur fic but i'm not gonna support u :D” and honestly, that is detrimental to their creative capabilities and mental health.

DON’T FOLLOW AN ACC JUST TO MINDLESS RB THEIR SIGNAL BOOST POSTS AND THEIR REBLOGS OF GIFS AND NOT INTERACT WITH THEIR WRITING AT ALL ! Trust me, authors prefer a lower amount of interactive followers than a high count that doesn’t even give them any feedback. Again your follows are appreciated, but when you’re following, you know the type of content the author creates, so the author expects that the more followers, the more interactivity. These days, this is just becoming the opposite. So don’t do it! If you’re gonna follow to read, interact with their works. I promise, this will make both you and the author happy. A win-win situation.

In conclusion: SUPPORT YOUR FUCKING AUTHORS! THEY ARE NOT MACHINES THAT HAVE NO FEELINGS TO PRODUCE CONTENT FOR YOU! FICS TAKE DAYS AND DAYS OF PLANNING, PLOTTING, OUTLINING, WRITING, EDITING, MAKING TEASERS. SO JUST SHOW THEM YOU APPRECIATE THEM WITH AN RB. IT’S THE L E A S T YOU CAN DO.

I will be liking this post here written by the lovely @chaninfused and @scriptura-delirus . Please take time to read it because if you weren’t convinced by my arguments, you will see how much frustration we as writers face on a daily basis. Please, just show support. Here is the post by @stayndays about how to get more people to read your work, because it also has a note on reblogging. Please educate yourself, and put an end to this mindless consuming culutre and bring up some interactivity.

If you’ve read this far, I want you to go to two of your favorite authors and leave some feedback in their inbox, and tag me in it (either tag me yourself or ask the author to do so, they won’t mind). Show your writers that our words are taking effect and you are becoming better consumers. I mean it. I’m serious. I want every single one who reads this post to do this. besides valid reasons, if you’re lazy to do this, you’re a part of the problem. PLEASE get more perspective.

Also, feel free to add to this post! I’d love to read your thoughts too, remember to be kind though. And, if I think your rb is somehow contradicting my points and is bringing down the reason I made this post, I will politely ask you to delete your comment, because this post is about being truthful about the harsh reality of tumblr consumers and how we can change it. I’m sure none of you will let it get to that point, though. <3 love you guys. 💓

And, just a reminder, don’t just blindly like this too. Do what I said before, and while I am not forcing you, I’d appreciate your reblog, because seriously, it took me 3 whole days to write this, plus, I’m sure this will help more of your followers understand the fault in consumer culture. haha, that’s it! This post was way too long uff.

also, this is ur cue to not be stupid in my inbox. You have something to say? Think I worded smth wrongly? I’m sure it wasn’t my intention to do so, point it out with manners.

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amintyworld · 3 years

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Denial - Dream SMP SMPsona Oneshot

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry for the lack of content lately, I've been on a bit of writer's block. Anyway, this one-shot is inspired by my OC SMPsona Flower! If you'd like to see more content of her let me know and if you have questions about her character or story my ask box is open! I hope you enjoy it! - Minty

Summary: After losing her first cannon life, Flower visits Phil as she usually would for tea. She ends up finding comfort in the only true friend she has left.

TW: Major Character Death, Mention of Major Character Death, Slight blood/gore (Not too severe, just a few sentences), Betrayal (If you squint), denial, loneliness, self-blame. (LMK if I need to tag anything else!)

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Flower grasped the basket of goodies awkwardly, taking a deep breath she wasn’t aware she needed. The other day was… it wasn’t great, but today’s a new day. A clean slate. That doesn’t mean everything was the same, however - Fundy and Quackity glared at her as she passed, and when Ranboo tried to walk up to her to say hello it was like he realized who it was and just froze in his tracks. Murmurs floating around didn’t exactly help the large pit that grew in her stomach. Traitor, they said. How could she be something she never wanted to be? She never tried to be? L’manberg was her home. These were her friends. She.. she wasn’t like Eret, or… or Wilbur. She was just defending someone who couldn’t defend himself! She was just trying to help.

Despite it all, one thing was for certain - she’d give anything for things to be normal right now. Maybe that was why it took her so long to meet up with Phil for tea.

Gathering courage, she raised her arm and knocked. For a moment she wondered if Phil was mad at her too. He didn’t see everything, maybe he thought she’d lead them there. Shuffling could be heard beyond the door, muffled with voices inside. Voices. Did he have someone over? She didn’t want to impose, he’s been through a lot, maybe she should just-

When Philza finally opened the door, blonde hair framing his face perfectly with that same tired warm smile, she’d tensed up. “Hey, Flower.”

“Hi, Phil.” She swallowed, mustering a small smile. “Sorry I didn’t come by earlier, I was, uhm… busy.” She heard a distinct ‘Baa’ come from inside, which proved to only raise more questions to add to her ever-growing list. “Is this a bad time?”

“No, no no please.” Phil moved aside, holding the door open. “It’s been quite a while.”

Flower walked inside, her heart dropping in her chest seeing materials scattered all over the floor, chests busted and broken. The walls and floor were littered with axe and sword marks. They really weren’t kidding. She remembered only a few weeks ago Phil finally was fully moved in - he’d organized the chests to his satisfaction and somehow lugged his bed up to the second floor. It was pristine. Did… did they really-? “Phil… Phil, what…?”

“Sorry for the mess, everytime I think I’ve gathered it all I find more material in a corner somewhere.” He shrugged, moving toward the furnace and grabbing a kettle from the chest. A lump formed in her throat when she noticed the bulky and seemingly heavy ankle bracelet on his right foot. The blinking red light taunted her. “Can I get you some coffee, tea…?”

After what felt like forever, she found her voice again. “Some tea would be great.”

“Of course. Make yourself at home, I’ll be right over.”

“Right. Thanks.” As she moved to go sit, she’d been so distracted she hadn’t noticed a blue-wooled sheep sniffing around her basket. It looked up at her with big brown pleading puppy-dog eyes, and she couldn’t help herself from smiling at the creature, even to relieve her worries for just a moment. “Excuse me, little guy, but what exactly do you think you’re doing in there?”

“Ah, I see you’ve found Friend.”

“Friend?”

“Ghostbur’s pet.” Ghostbur? She hadn’t heard of him since he got shipped out with Tommy after the exile. He was... back in L’manburg? The teenager turned to the winged creature.

“Phil, you’re sheepsitting?” She smirked slightly, hand combing through Friend’s soft fur.

Philza chuckled, turning briefly to face his friend. “It wasn’t exactly as if I had much of a choice. He didn’t trust anyone else.”

“That’s… kinda cute, though.” she admitted, moving to sit and put her basket upon the table. “You know, in a Ghostbur kind of way.” She shrugged.

“He’s been visiting a lot more lately. I gotta admit, it’s nice to have the company.” Phil carefully picked up the two mugs, bringing them over and setting them down on the table to cool.

“Sorry about that, I really should’ve told you-”

“Flower, it’s okay. You don’t have to look after me. I know you’ve got things going on.” Flower couldn’t understand how Phil kept smiling, throughout all this. How he kept his voice even. Why wasn’t he mad, no, furious with her?! She was the one who tried to protect him! She was the one who couldn’t fight back. She was the one who failed.

It’s… it’s okay..? It’s okay?!

“But this… your house, you… you have a fucking ankle monitor, Phil! That’s NOT okay.” Flower raised her voice. “You didn’t do anything!”

Phil winced at her outburst, looking down at the steam rising up from his mug. “I... didn’t tell them where Technoblade was.” He breathed. Flower deflated, looking over toward her friend, eyebrows furrowed. “That’s why. They demanded to know where he was so they could kill him, and I wouldn’t tell them. Not like it mattered, they found the compass he gave me anyway.”

“This isn’t like them, any of them,” Flower added, breaking the brief moment of silence. “I don’t... agree with what Techno did, but… going after him, organizing a witch hunt… Tubbo said he promised we’d get peace. No more fighting, not after the 16th.” Tears welled up at the edges of the teen’s eyes. “This isn’t, this wasn’t like him. They were never this violent, Ranboo would never hurt a fucking fly, I…”

“People change. Sometimes it’s… it’s just not for the better.”

“But I know them, they’re my friends…” She took a deep breath. Friends. Yeah, the same friends who won’t talk to you anymore. “This doesn’t make any sense, they wouldn’t… they wouldn’t…”

They wouldn’t kill me on purpose.

...Right?

“I told you, get out of the fucking way!”

“No! I won’t let you hurt him! If you’re gonna kill him you’ll have to kill me first!”

“We don’t want to hurt you, Flower.”

“Guys, can we just… uh… talk about-?”

“Back off, Ranboo.” Quackity warned.

“Flower, please. Please, just step aside. You don’t know what’s going on here, you don’t know what he’s hiding!”

“Yeah, you’re right, Tubbo. I don’t have a clue about what Phil knows. But I know netherite has never mixed well with a simple conversation, has it?”

“We’re not gonna hurt Gramps-”

“Then drop the weapons.”

“Flower…”

“You don’t wanna hurt me? You wanna talk to him? Drop the weapons now.” Her eyes narrowed. “That means you, Quackity.”

Something darkened in his eyes, anger flared from a place Flower never knew existed. His eyes narrowed. “I don’t take orders from you. MOVE!”

“Make me.”

It was so quick. A second of pure pain. A whimper escaped her lips. She felt the blade slice through her body, the blood well up on her throat as she choked. For that one second, she looked at them. Her friends.

Tubbo merely looked at the ground, eyes shut.

He didn’t care.

Phil looked over at her, squeezing her arm in a bit of comfort. “Are you… are you okay, Flower?”

The scar across her chest throbbed in pain at the memory, her eyes wide and a knot in her throat as tears fell down her cheeks. “I… P-Phil...” She sobbed, tea long forgotten as she curled in on herself.

“Oh, mate…” Phil’s warm gaze turned to sympathy as he moved over toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug pulling her to the floor. The teenager sobbed, heartbroken. Tears pricked at the edges of the winged creature’s eyes. “I know… I’m… I know…”

“He didn’t even look at me Phil… they killed me and he…” She sobbed. “He…” Phil’s hands laced through her hair, his wings moved slightly to wrap around her as well, like a soft, warm blanket. Protection. Protection the Angel of Death couldn’t give her then, but he swore he would now. They sat there for hours, surrounded by destruction and hurt, their only real comfort being each other.

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astralaffairs · 4 years

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280 characters pt. 4 | john laurens

title: 280 characters pt 4

pairing: john laurens x reader

notes: click on the images for better quality!!

warnings: uhh sex mentions again, highkey sexual tension, bigly confrontation and implied smut??

desc: you don’t expect much to come of it when you wake up with a hazy memory beside who you believe to be a total stranger – you don’t even bother to try and figure out who he is. but when a lost green bra and a few twitter threads lead you back to your mystery lover, will 280 characters be enough to rekindle your past?

tags: @sothisishappiness @nemesis729 @ahsteriawrites @popbubblegumpop @fanfic-addict-98 @noonewouldlisten25 @pachowpachowbucket @justahappylilblog @reidcult @spacefish42069 @wiffle-snuffles @teenwaywardasgardian @booksandfandomsarelife1 @allie-mcginn @katierpblogg @cubedtriangle @sothisishappiness @yxseminx @irlkell @svnnypooh @c0ldfaerie @slytherinssssnake @butterflies123 @dr-bitch-bby @fangirling-central @a-soft-disaster @quixoticallydelusional @myeverchangingobsessions@greywarrenn @comingupwithacoolnameishard @fanfictionsforallfandoms @katierpblogg @notebookgirl30 @poorguys-head @cnco-much @nyxie75 @alievans007 @mjlock @criminallyhamilton @stargazelaurens @idontknowwhatsgoingonokay @the-middle-oldest-child @acciovisio @pagetcult @aidela @marvelouslyemily @checkurwindow @mattsmasterlist - lmk if i missed u on the taglist so i can add u in the future!!

THAT AFTERNOON—

"Alex, you are literally the worst person alive," Y/N groaned, flopping back on his couch, and Alex raised an eyebrow. He walked over to join her from his kitchen, toting both their drinks and a shit-eating grin.

"Aw, c'mon, what do you mean?" he asked brightly. "I only ever have your best interests at heart."

"Oh, of course," she scowled, narrowing her eyes at him, but the satisfaction that flashed in his eyes didn't dull. "Why do you care so much about whether he and I are fucking, anyway?"

"I don't." He shrugged. "But you and John are my best friends, and it's exhausting to have to plan everything around making sure you and him aren't fighting."

"Why can't he and I just be grudging acquaintances, then? Why must it be more than that?" Y/N turned her head to him with a wistful sigh, and though it softened, Alex's expression was persistently smug. He gave her a disbelieving look.

"I've been asking you to make peace with him for years, and this is the only progress I've made."

"Progress you've made?" Y/N muttered to herself, eyeing him skeptically.

"So if you and him hooking up is what it takes, I'm all for it."

"Do you not realize it's just gonna take it us annoyed to wildly uncomfortable?" Though her exterior was dramatic, arms crossed and a pleading pout plastered on, Y/N's concerns were unfortunately deep-rooted in insecurities. The next time she'd have to face him would likely be hell, and there was no getting around that — as such, she intended to put it off for as long as possible.

"You avoid him anyway; it can't get any worse." Alex gave her a pointed look.

"Yeah, but now I'll be avoiding him while both on-edge and anxious," she shot back, jabbing him in the side when he took a seat beside her. "How the fuck do you expect me to face him after he called me out for calling him hot? How in the hell am I supposed to recover from that?"

"Sleep with him?" Alex suggested mildly, and Y/N scowled.

"You're lucky I like Eliza, because if I didn't know it'd break her heart, I may have killed you a long time ago."

"But if I was dead, who'd be around to help you get laid?" he asked innocently, and she groaned, shoving him that time — hard.

"You mean who'd wreck my dignity and make a mess of my social life?" she huffed, but her own words gave her pause. "...Lafayette, probably."

"I do a better job of it." He shrugged, taking a sip of his lemonade, and she glared at him. "What?"

"Do you know what an inconvenient friend you are?"

"'Inconvenient' is probably the nicest thing you've called me all day."

"It's well-deserved."

"We both know I enhance your life." He grinned at her, but she avoided his self-contented gaze, instead reaching down to put the glass he'd handed her onto his coffee table. "If I didn't, you would've ditched me a while back."

"Didn't I just mention that I only put up with you for Eliza's sake?" She raised an eyebrow, but his expression turned concerned as she eyed him.

"Are you telling me you can't think of a single step to take before making my death look like an accident?"

"It's the easiest way."

"How?"

She laughed when she saw the incredulous look on his face, and she gave a pleased half-shrug, pulling her legs onto his couch beside her. "First, then I don't have to deal with our friends trying to play peacemakers, and second, I get to give a kickass eulogy at your funeral."

"That's morbid."

"I consider it good planning." She gave him a challenging look as she took a sip of her drink, and Alex just rolled his eyes.

"Even if you do call a hitman on me, you'll still have to face John eventually."

"Not if I can help it," she grumbled, but her sullen tone made him laugh.

"If that's the case, you're gonna want to head out of here pretty soon," he warned her, but Y/N just eyed him suspiciously, seemingly hesitant.

"... Meaning?"

Alex shrugged, checking his watch. "He's coming over at three is what I mean."

"He what?!" Y/N's eyes widened. She shot up from her spot on the couch, immediately darting back toward the kitchen to grab her bag and laptop charger. "Why the fuck didn't you tell me that before? It's 2:55, Alex."

He raised an eyebrow. "I didn't think you'd have a problem with it. You didn't seem to on the night you slept with him."

"Alex!" she shrieked, looking back at him with wide eyes. She let out an incredulous huff, shaking her head. "God, you set this up, didn't you? I cannot believe you."

"Relax, I didn't do anything," he defended, and annoyance was clear in his tone. She was too distracted to reply, however, taking inventory of her bag instead. Laptop, laptop charger, water bottle, wallet, textbook— Oh, shit. Her phone charger was missing, and her phone along with it.

She immediately began scouring the granite surfaces of the apartment's kitchen, frantically pulling out drawers and overturning dishtowels.

"What are you doing?"

She only spared Alex a glance, but he was watching her with his brow furrowed, concern written deep into his small frown. She huffed.

"I need my phone. I can't leave without it."

Her wild search continued for another moment, much to the dismay of the paper towel rack she knocked over and the food processor she inadvertently unplugged, but Alex just pursed his lips. "I dunno about your phone, but your charger's in my room. You let me borrow it an hour ago."

Her face lit up with his words, eyes widening, and she didn't miss another beat before hurrying down his hall. Maybe her phone would be somewhere back there, too, with any luck at all. By the time she reached the charger, discarding Alex's phone back onto his bed, the time read 2:59. But where was her phone?

At that rate, if John showed up on time, she was royally fucked.

It was three minutes of haphazard digging through closets and side rooms later that she found it sitting on the side of the sink in his bathroom. At that point, she hadn't heard any voices coming from the living room, so as she sorted through everything in her bag one final time, her mind was all but at ease (though, her heart was pounding — she was still running on a deadline).

"Alright, Lex, I'm gonna run." She emerged from the hall with everything in order, ready to flee with what was left of her dignity. "I just need to grab my shoes, and—"

It was only then that she finally glanced up, only to see that Alex hadn't left his place on the couch, but this time, he wasn't alone.

As the cruelty of fate would have it, beside him sat John Laurens, eyeing her wide-eyed stare with barely-contained amusement, and she froze, all but skidded to a halt.

A moment passed in complete silence, and it was Alex who finally broke it. "What were you saying?"

She let out a shaky breath, and when she finally continued, her words were quiet. "I, um, just need my coat and my jacket..." she trailed off, every muscle in her body tense, before she remembered herself, shaking off her shock. "I mean, my coat and my shoes. I... I'll just be on my way."

John was grinning at how off-guard she appeared, too nervous to take even a step forward for a moment after she spoke. Her skittish gaze darted between him and Alex, and when she caught John's gaze, his smile broadened. She didn't hold his stare for more than a split second, almost immediately ducking her head, continuing quickly forward and pulling the strap of her bag up her shoulder. John laughed softly.

"Come on, I don't even get a 'hello'?"

Though she glanced back at him, the look in her eyes was bitter. "I don't have the energy for this right now."

As she pulled her jacket on, he shook his head, entertainment permeating his demeanor. "If you really wanted nothing to do with me, you could've just ignored my messages, you know. You didn't have to reply." He raised a taunting eyebrow, and she just rolled her eyes.

"Your point?"

"Do you really want me to spell it out?" At his words, she scowled, turning her focus back to tying her shoes, and he let out a huff of laughter. "Relax, I'm just messing with you."

"Hilarious. I'm practically in tears," Y/N responded dryly. That time, it was Alex who responded with a scoff.

"Seriously? You two fucked and you still can't go three minutes without bickering?" His disbelieving words were met with immediate protest from both of them, but it only made Alex look beyond vindicated.

"C'mon, I didn't say shit!" John defended, and Y/N gave a bitter laugh.

"Oh, congrats! You win; I'm just the worst," she said, plastering on a mocking pout. It was then that she stood, looking John up and down with contempt; he only met her annoyed look with a smile. "Bye, Alex. I'll show myself out."

She turned on her heel without another word, starting toward his apartment door, but she caught John's quiet chuckle as she swung it open.

"See you soon, Y/N!" John called after her, and when the door slammed shut behind her, she could hear Alex's laugh. Her face burned.

THAT NIGHT—

"Can we talk?"

Y/N whirled around with a start.

It was finally the night of Eliza's birthday party. Alex and Eliza had kept the group fairly small, close friends and family only, but Y/N couldn't help but feel crowded out in Alex's open living room. Music was blasting — Hercules had made sure of that, deciding it was his responsibility to play DJ for the night — and there was an abundance of drinks, which had its pluses and minuses.

In any case, a room full of drunk people with the sober crowd quickly waning had Y/N exhausted, especially when she and John were two of the few left who weren't five beers deep. Her hyperawareness of where he was at all times was taking up a disproportionately large portion of the room, as far as she was concerned.

And that was why she'd ducked away around halfway through the night. It was already after dark, and as far as she was aware, she'd managed to escape Lafayette's enthusiastic round of karaoke without being noticed, slipping down the hall covertly.

Though she found solace in his guest room, she hadn't realized she'd been followed.

"John," she said breathlessly, stunned to see him standing in the doorway.

"Hey," was all he said. His expression was neutral, expectant as he watched her, leaning against the doorway. "Can I come in, or are you dead-set on avoiding me?"

His words caught her by surprise; she hadn't been expecting to be called out so point-blank. "Yeah. You can come in."

His footsteps were slow after he pushed himself off of the doorway's side. "You look nice."

Her eyebrows shot up. "... Thanks." She folded her arms when he neared her, taking a subconscious step back. "So what did you want to talk to me about?"

He hesitated a moment, tongue in cheek, before speaking. "I... don't get you, Y/N."

"Oh?" Her eyebrows were furrowed as she eyed him. Heavy hesitance lay in her gaze.

"Mhm. Do you have a problem with me?" He quirked a brow, but his expression otherwise remained neutral. Her inability to read any sort of intention in his eyes heightened the nerves growing in her every breath.

"I... no? I just..." She narrowed her eyes, and as he took another step forward, head cocked to one side, she took one back. The door fell shut behind him. "I don't think we have a history, but you just seem to take so much enjoyment out of antagonizing me."

"'Antagonizing you'?" he repeated incredulously.

"Yes, antagonizing me. I've seen you three times this week and you've really seemed to enjoy pissing me off," she bit back, taking a step toward him, that time, to point an accusatory finger at him. "Why?"

"What have I possibly tone to piss you off?" he asked, voice laden with disbelief, giving a dramatic shrug with his hands still tucked in his pockets.

"Are you fucking serious?" Y/N let out a soft huff of bitter laughter. "No. No, I cannot bring myself to believe that you're just so oblivious that you can't tell when what you're saying is bothering me."

"I've said nothing vindictive to you, Y/N," he said, and his step forward again pushed her one back. "You can't pretend I'm the problem, here. Why are you so set on hating me?" The squint in his searching gaze had her on edge; he stood between her and the room's entrance, the space only lit by the low glow of a single bedside lamp, and he didn't stop encroaching upon her space. She was quickly beginning to feel trapped.

"I'm not." She scowled, but when she processed his words a moment later— "Wait. Are you implying I'm the problem here?"

"If the shoe fits." He raised a challenging eyebrow, and Y/N could feel the skin of her neck begin to heat. "Seriously, nothing ever went down between us, at least, as far as I know. Did I do something?"

"No, you just—" She cut herself off as she tried to articulate exactly what marked the tension perpetually between them in the air, her lips pursed. "I just can't—" Again, she stopped herself short, letting out a huff.

"Do I make you uncomfortable?"

"No," Y/N scoffed, but her gaze was growing antsier and antsier by the second, darting up and down his stature, around the room. He took another step forward, and her continuing to retreat finally backed her into the guest bed, the backs of her thighs hitting the soft comforter.

"You sure?" Then, there were less than two feet of space between them, and a small smile had begun to tug at John's lips.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said, but her trying to mask how unsettled she was with heated bitterness didn't work as well as she'd thought.

"Oh, really?" When he began to close the limited proximity between them, she could feel her heart rate begin to spike, and her unease must have been written across her face. His smile widened. "I don't make you nervous? Not even a little?"

"Oh my god, you're so cocky," she huffed, taking a step back toward him to shove him by the chest, but he caught her wrist before she could get a chance. By then, he could feel her pulse picking up. They were nearly chest-to-chest, and he raised an eyebrow. "You're fucking enjoying this, aren't you?"

"And if I am?" He raised an eyebrow, and she rolled her eyes.

"Then you're kind of a dick."

"Oh, and you aren't enjoying this, then?" He looked far too smug for her liking. "Or are you a little too flustered for that, right now?"

He reached up to take her face in one of his hands, and the sudden, bold action only left her more rattled. His fingers skimmed along the skin of her jaw, and she fixed back on a glare, replacing her unfortunate wide-eyed gawking. "Oh, shut up."

"Or what, Y/N?" His other hand released her wrist, instead falling to her hip as he erased the few inches that still separated them.

"Or, I... Or..." She let out a grunt of frustration, pushing his shoulders, but he anchored her to his body by her waist.

"Or what?"

"Fuck you," she sneered, but she didn't waste another moment in throwing her arms around his neck, tangling a hand into his hair, and pressing her lips to his.

He had no hesitations about responding in kind, apparently, meeting her with all but bruising force. He hitched one of her legs up over his hip, his lips beginning to trail down her neck before he shoved her, her back meeting Alex's sheets as her eyes snapped open wide.

He didn't hesitate to climb onto the bed after her, yanking her head back by her hair so he could suck a hickey into her neck. "Y'know, that's not a terrible idea," he muttered against her skin.

"You're so obnoxious," she groaned, but her body relaxed in his grip as his hands found the lower hem of her shirt, tugging it out of where it was tucked into the waist of her jeans.

"You don't seem to mind." He raised an eyebrow as she began unbuckling his belt, pulling him closer by the belt loops.

"Just fuck me," she said breathlessly, and he laughed.

"Not so fast, baby." He pulled away from her with his words, leaving her balking at him as he ran a hand through his hair, pushing it back into place, and lowered himself from the bed, standing up and adjusting his shirt.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Her words were indignant as she propped herself onto her elbows, and he just grinned down at her. She raised her eyebrows expectantly.

"You forgot to lock the door."

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txdoroki · 3 years

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heyo ˙˚ʚ(´◡`)ɞ˚˙ omg i love ur account, ur literally my favourite person on this app sfngnbodmv ur posts make me so happy. basically i want to start writing drabbles and fics and stuff so i was just wondering where 2 start & how u got started :)

hi! aww tysm :,) that means a lot!

well, i started by making a post asking people for requests (as i started as a request writing page, not really that way anymore because it’s easier to not get burnt out for me if i do the stuff i genuinely want to write!) and i used all of the tags i could.

(if youre planning on doing mha writing, bakugou and todoroki content generally does the best. the first 3 tags you use, your content will show up under tagged when you search the tag in specific, so i suggest doing bakugou x reader, todoroki x reader, and whatever else as your first three for your starting request post!)

if you aren’t planning on doing requests, i suggest maybe an intro post. like “hi! i’m (name) and im a writer! here are the fandoms i’ll be writing for, and a few things about me!”

try and have your first writings be consistent, it doesn’t matter that much but it’s good to have content for ppl to read rather than literally one post and it’s an intro. if people see the intro, they will prolly click on your account to see your writing and such. so, imo it’s important to have some writing to begin with

i’ve noticed, that using more tags doesn’t necessarily = more notes! the first few matter the most, and after that, it can help to do the category and such

let’s say i wrote a bakugou fluff. i’d use these tags: bakugou x reader, bakugou imagine, bakugou fluff, bakugou katsuki, mha bakugou- give or take a few! you can find examples under my MOST RECENT writing posts, as i did different experiments with it and the more useful your tags are the better. my “if you came into their room in the middle of the night” post was the experiment, and it turned out that i was right, more tags ≠ more interaction

on that note, INTERACT WITH PEOPLE. this isn’t against anyone who doesnt like interacting, but it can help build relationships with followers! if you’re comfortable with this, you can open your asks box so people can say stuff (you don’t have to have anons on but it can be nice for ppl who are shy/dont want their acc out yk)! if you get anon hate, just block the anon if you want. or dont respond.

also, it’s rlly cool to get a few mutuals! i’d love to be your mutual if you want to, just lmk your account whenever you start posting! sometimes i make mutual posts asking for mutuals, you can do something like that if you would like

my first ever oneshot thing i wrote, was one i rlly remember writing! that might not be the same for my viewers, but i usually remember someone by the first thing i’ve seen by them. first impressions matter, so try and figure out how you wanna be seen! ofc don’t fake being someone you’re not, but it might be confusing to ppl if your first impression doesn’t match with how you act the rest of the time!

your first post usually sets the tone for your blog, or at least the first one that gets you your audience. if you, in your first post that gains you followers, say that you’ll be writing for danganronpa, and then instead write for mha, everyone would kinda be like. what? i thought you were a danganronpa writer??? ya know

BE SURE TO INCLUDE GENERAL TRIGGER WARNINGS ON POSTS THAT NEED THEM. ADD THE TOPIC ITS WARNING ABOUT TOO. EVERYONE WILL APPRECIATE IT BECAUSE IT IS JUST A NICE THING TO DO PLEASE DO THAT!!

i suggest making a navigation page (like my pinned post) and a masterlist (you can do all your writing in one or even seperate masterlists for each character, whatever you’d like)! it can really help to have a spot to go and be able to find all of the writing you’ve done without endless scrolling! if you need a tut on how to add links to posts, im sure theres a tut on youtube!

A REALLY HELPFUL THING TO DO IS WHENEVER YOURE MOTIVATED WRITE LIKE FIVE THINGS SO WHEN YOU DONT FEEL LIKE WRITING, YOU HAVE POSTS! fr tho, ppl usually wont mind if you arent super active. if they do, theyre being dumb!

posting consistently CAN help your posts reach more ppl, but if you can only post every now and then, it isnt really a problem! don’t stress it if you’re too busy/dont have a schedule, it wont kill your account

tl:dr;

-add trigger warnings on things when needed

-make a navi page (not needed)

-if you’re motivated, write stuff to post later

-first impressions matter

-mutuals!

-less tags can work more, but i’ve also seen a lot of tags work good as well

-INTERACT WITH PEOPLE

-don’t say you’ll do things just for followers. they aren’t just a number, they’re actual people

how i started in five steps:

1. i made a post that was like “hey! im mack and i want to start doing writing requests! do you guys have any?”

2. i did a few posts then was like ah fuck i need a masterlist, so i made that and then made an about me with random facts i thought of and such. (also make sure tou put your pronouns in your bio so ppl arent confused!)

3. i did more posts and started gaining, but didn’t really mind it. i kind of just vibed, cause the numbers dont determine how good of a writer you are, so i focused on working on my writing style and such! i kinda ghosted the whole blog for a week straifht beside from queued reblogs, but came back later when i had inspo! it’s good not to run your brain dry

4. i redid my whole blog, made it pretty! its rlly motivating to me to have a nice blog, but it isnt required! i made an organized navigation page, and started focusing on getting my reach back. (btw, prime posting time is at like midnight!) be sure to put rules and boundaries on your page as well, so people do not end up crossing one that you didn’t state.

5. i reminded myself that i can do things other than my blog when i’d get a little too obsessive over it, and that it wasn’t going anywhere! don’t feel pressured to post a LOT. only post when you want to and can. don’t put responsibilities like health aside just for your blog.

hope this was helpful <3

#writing tips #swaggy.m #blog tips

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knightofameris · 4 years

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—𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬—

◦ 𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑟𝑜𝑑𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 ◦ 𝑠𝑜𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑚𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑎 𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑓 𝑠ℎ𝑖𝑝𝑠! ◦ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑦 𝑓𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑜𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑠! ◦ 𝑔𝑒𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑘𝑛𝑜𝑤 𝑚𝑒! ◦ 𝑠𝑝𝑒𝑐𝑖𝑎𝑙 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑛𝑘𝑠!! (𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑚𝑜𝑜𝑡𝑠 𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑠!)

𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑠' 𝑛𝑜𝑡𝑒: blacklist “ameris 500 celebration!” if you don’t want to see any of my posts about this celebration! also if this flops i will cry. jk i won’t but it’ll definitely take a hit on my heart u__u (and if it does flop, you didn’t see this post)

—𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐃𝐔𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍—

Ahhhh! I’m so amazed that I got to 500 followers despite the fact that I barely?? Post?? And sometimes I just talk about random shit but even then, I still appreciate all of you guys so much? I have a few options on what I have to celebrate and I am so excited heheh. But before I get started I just,,, Have a few more things I’d like to talk about (cus I like to talk LOL). Feel free to skip though!!

content continued below the cut!! (warning; introduction is long because I just have a lot of thoughts I want to share LOL. seriously, feel free to just skip)

I know that I only really started posting Haikyuu!! around my 300 mark, and I feel like the people after my 300 mark are the one’s who are active because of how much I come onto tumblr and then disappear.

If you don’t know this, I’ve actually been writing on Tumblr since 2015/2016. I’ve just changed blogs so many times that it’s like, hey, this is my new blog. Or like, I would write for a few months, disappear, come back but then everyone who followed me was dead so I was like eh I’ll just start again or whatever. And I think this makes me very very soft because out of all the communities I’ve been in, I’ve truly felt more welcome/at home even?? With everyone in Haikyuu? Like yeah there’s shit that goes down every few days or whatever but it’s always so fun to see people interact with each other and though I was hesitant at first (because before this the only writer I’ve ever interacted with was Scout for marvel oop) I’m really glad I reached out to a few of y’all and vice versa.

But despite that, Marvel will always hold a place in my heart and to everyone who followed me from my Marvel days, thank you for supporting me way back when. And even to my Narnia days (AHAHAHA). I don’t think I would’ve continued writing on tumblr without your guys’ support. I know that younger me appreciated you all for reading those old works (even if I hate my old writing now).

And to everyone now, thank you for sending in asks or commenting on my works. I actually think I would’ve disappeared by this time from this blog if you guys didn’t interact. I’m not saying I’m writing for the follows or the notes, if that makes sense. But it’s more like, I feel less of a robot that people expect to churn out works. Idk, it makes me feel like a person? And it just gives me a lot more serotnin than you might think!!

One last thing though, it’s not me saying I expect you guys to always read my work and always comment. It’s more so, I’d actually rather have you guys comment or whatever because you want to and you want to read it. Like on one hand yes it does make me feel appreciated but I also don’t want you to feel obligated or feel guilty of you don’t read my things. No matter what, I will always be writing. It definitely does feel nice tho LOL

I promise in the future, if I ever do intros they won’t be this long lol.

Phew. Anyway.

For this celebration, this is only for Haikyuu!!

—𝐒𝐎𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒—

I love love love self ships SO much. So I want to hear about your guys’ self ships!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬

this will only be open from 12am september 23 — 11:59pm september 25 PST

any requests received before or after will be deleted (may be extended depending on how many requests I get!)

do keep in mind that i’m starting classes soon so it will take me some time to get through this.

send it in through asks or submissions!

send in as many asks as you’d like

if you use an emoji to show who you are, include it on all asks :3c

nothing nsfw for this, thanks!

since this is a follower celebration,,, i do have to ask that you be following me! honestly, i won’t check if you are, thats too much work on my part but it would mean a lot if you’re following me to participate in this celebration! );

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐢 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 [example]

i will be creating two instagram posts with one of them having a comment section (3-4 screenshots)

i might also include a screenshot of your profile and/or your s/o if I can put in more pictures!

chats with your s/o ( heheh (; ) (1-2 screenshots)

chats with your s/o’s team! (1-2 screenshots) (this will possibly be with the entire team or just a select few)

take a look at the example as that’s what i’ve done for a friend of mine!!

𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨

send in 1-2 headcanons about you and your s/o

send in a little bit about your personality!!

your pronouns! and a name you’d like to go by!

give me your instagram handle! (not your real one, but what it would be within haikyuu) otherwise, i’ll make a random one based off your name!

what are your ~aesthetics~

what phone nickname would u have for your s/o (or any other people on the team) so it can be more personalized! or if ur like me where everyone is just their name besides a select few

do u have particular texting habits?

what’s your favorite animal? this is what I will be putting as your profile picture! alternatively if you submit all of this through my submissions and give me a piccrew, I will use that!

you could give me the most BASIC description, you don’t need to do all of these points, and i’d be fine with that. It’s up to you how much you want this to be personalized <3

(also this one’s not necessary, it’ll just be more ~fun~ but lmk if u wanna be a manager of the team! or if u have ur own little AU so u might have other certain details u want to throw in. otherwise i’m gonna make it a sorta free for all lol)

𝑒𝑥𝑎𝑚𝑝𝑙𝑒: hi! my name’s ameris and i ship myself with suga! my pronouns are she/her/hers and i like to think that suga and i have a sort of childhood friends to lovers trope. i also like to think that we go stargazing at least once a month no matter what! my aesthetic is definitely space heh. i’m a little bit like suga where i’m chaos and baby! i curse a lot and i have way too many interests to count but i always like trying new things! my instagram handle would be ameris_stars (dude idk lMAO) and suga’s name in my phone would be Koushi <3 i make a lot of typos and i like using a mix of emojis and emoticons/occasional kaomojis. my favorite animal is a fox or dog!

this,,, is a lot but i’m okay with that! heheh

to protect you, I won’t publish your ask! I will make separate posts titled w/ your name + s/o + emoji (if you use your emoji). If you do it off anon, I will tag you!

Request List!! If you don’t see your name on here, just submit it again :3c I will not be tagging for the sake of not spamming you guys lol.

—𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐘𝐎𝐔—

I would love love love to get to know you! So tell me about yourself!

what’s your favorite color?

who’re your favorite haikyuu characters?

favorite haikyuu teams?

you got any writers you want to give a shout out to?

maybe a little self promo too?

adsfasdfasdflj i will keep bringing this up but like any,,, spice asks,,, about the haikyuu characters cus like,,, lol

horn knee asks will be tagged with: “ameris needs a drink” which honestly sounds like i need an alcoholic drink and at this point, yeah

please be 18+ if you do send in any spicey asks!!

This can go on for as long as y’all want really, ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ I’ll just answer these like normal and spread them out too lol

—𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐌𝐄—

I have a few ask games I’ve reblogged before, so I have a few linked for you LOL

intrusive asks 👁👄👁

~space~ asks! (this has a lot more!)

zodiac asks (just about my writing!)

writer’s asks

a little game I got from my friend which I think is absolutely so much fun

this is a version of fuck-marry-kill, but send in THREE characters (this one can be from any mix of my interests!) and I’ll choose which one I’d rather have a fanfic trope with:

“enemies-to-lovers”

“childhood friends-to-lovers”

and “fake dating”

would definitely prefer haikyuu characters

but doing a mix and match from all my interests is a lotta fun

things i used to or am currently into: haikyuu, marvel, bnha, demon slayer, rwby, sailor moon, voltron, dc, overwatch, tales of vesperia, legend of zelda, bungo stray dogs, narnia (lmao), one piece, uhm, i’ll add more if i can think of more, tbh u can even just say random characters and i’ll just google them

As always though, feel free to ask me any other questions!!

this will also go on for as long as whenever, i’ll probably spread out this one!

—𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐂𝐈𝐀𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒—

AH. It was lookin a little long so here’s the link to the post :3c (will edit post later!!! when I come back from my exam!!!)

to those who got to the end, omg i’m sorry. i talk so much. but thank you for your support and just getting through this block of words hakdfhkasf

#seriously #this is long #ameris 500 celebration!

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etherealwaifgoddess · 4 years

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More Time - Chpt.11

Summary: Steve, Emma, and Bucky celebrate Bucky’s 106th birthday with a party at the guys apartment. Master list can be found HERE.

Warnings/ Content: Birthday fluff. Pepper being a super observant friend. Steve being a super affectionate cuddler.

Word Count: 1.6k

Author’s Note: Hello lovelies! Wild times we’re living in right now. My kids school just closed for the next few days while they make a long term plan for this whole COVID-19 thing and my mind is just kinda blown. My coworkers kids schools shut down for the next two to four weeks. Wild times ya’ll. I hope where ever you are you’re safe and well and that you stay that way. Sending out good vibes from my little corner of PA. XOXO - Ash

Chapter Eleven

Steve and Bucky’s apartment was enormous by Brooklyn standards but when it was filled to the brim with Avengers, SHIELD team members, and various other friends, it was still too cramped for comfort. Steve and Emma had invited everyone they could think of for Bucky’s birthday hoping that maybe a third of them would actually show up to celebrate. Everyone had such important jobs it was difficult to get more than a few friends in the same room at the same time. The stars aligned on that cold Saturday in March, however, and it had Steve rushing around trying to add on to their catering order and borrow chairs from neighbors.

Bucky was floored by the turn out and, as much as he preferred to stay on the sidelines, he found himself sitting in the middle of the living room socializing. Friends he’d made since returning to work at SHIELD as well as old friends like Pepper and Bruce mingled happily and Bucky was touched by the number of people who had shown up. Steve threw him these little concerned glances every so often but Bucky just smiled and nodded in return, he was doing okay surrounded by their nearest and dearest. Emma fluttered around the group like a pro, collecting coats, handing out drinks, and encouraging people to enjoy the lunch spread in the kitchen. Bucky watched her for a bit, impressed by how naturally she fit into their group of friends.

“Bucky…” Pepper said with a knowing smirk. She had caught him staring at Emma just a little bit longer than he should have and the look on his face was clear as day.

“Pepper?” he replied cheekily.

Pepper laughed and shook her head. She wasn’t going to pry, but she absolutely had caught on.

Bucky shrugged and popped another mini crab cake in his mouth. It was his party and he was damn well going to enjoy it. Now, if he could just get Steve and Emma to join him on the sofa for a bit. Bucky excused himself, leaving Pepper and Sam to catch up while he navigated through the herd to Steve.

Despite his best efforts, Bucky couldn’t wrangle Steve or Emma for more than a few minutes at a time. They were both constantly in motion, making sure everyone was taken care of and things were running smoothly. Steve enjoyed catching up with agents he used to work with and hadn’t seen since he officially stepped down. Emma spent the few spare seconds she had getting to know some of Bucky’s close friends; dazzling Sam with her quick wit and bonding instantly with Wanda. It wasn’t until the last of the guests had left that Bucky actually got any face time either of them. Bucky was sat on one end of the sofa, Emma on the other, with Steve stretched out so his back was resting against Bucky’s chest and his feet were in Emma’s lap where she was rubbing them, knowing they had to be as sore as hers. Steve groaned happily at the foot massage and Bucky rolled his eyes at his dramatics.

“We don’t have to go out tonight.” Emma offered, they were all worn out and it was barely five o’clock.

“No,” Steve practically yelped, sitting up a little straighter, “I want to take you out. I just need a little rest before I get changed.”

“I should run home and get changed too.” Emma stifled a yawn.

“Both of you need a nap and some coffee.” Bucky shifted so Steve was leaning against the sofa instead of him and he could slip away.

Emma heard him rummaging around the kitchen for a few minutes and then he returned with three coffee mugs on a tray. “How do you take yours?” he asked Emma after handing Steve his cup of plain, black coffee.

“Just a little cream or milk if you have it.” she told him.

“You got it.” he set his mug down and took hers back to fix it the way she liked it.

Handing Emma her mug, he joined them back on the sofa.

“What’s in yours?” she asked Bucky, noticing his was significantly lighter in color.

“Cream and sugar.” Steve rolled his eyes and Bucky pinched him in the side, “Hey, some of us enjoy the creature comforts of the twenty first century.”

“And some of us drink coffee because we like the way it tastes.” Steve snarked back.

“Ah yes, because bitter dirt is so enticing. He drank it this way back in the depression too.”

“That was barely more than brown water back then.” he admitted ruefully. “It was warm though and the rations were free so it could have been worse.”

Emma and Bucky rolled their eyes in unison. “You see what I deal with here?” Bucky groused.

Emma nodded, commiserating. “Steve, you are the only person who would think back to The Great Depression and say it could have been worse. It was the depression. It doesn’t get worse than that.”

Bucky let out a snort of laughter into his mug and his cheeks tinged pink at the outburst.

Steve held up his hands, placating them both. “Okay, okay. It was pretty bad back then. But we had a roof over our heads and enough food that we didn’t actually starve. We did okay.”

Bucky nodded, “We were luckier than some, I’ll give you that. It got a little touch and go at times, but we made it.”

Steve gave Bucky a warm, familiar smile that had a soft smile of his own tugging at Bucky’s lips. Emma loved moments like this between them when it was crystal clear how much they loved each other, and had for a very long time. It was hard not to feel like an interloper watching them but Emma reminded herself that they had welcomed her into their lives and she needed to trust that they knew their own minds.

“Okay,” Bucky said abruptly, “Happier topics, shall we?”

Emma huffed a laugh, “Like date night?”

“Like date night.” Bucky agreed, “You ever been to DaVinci’s?”

“Oh god, no. I’ve heard of it, but no.”

“Well, we have reservations at seven if you want to try it.”

“Seriously? No, Bucky, that’s sweet but we don’t have to go there.”

“You’re as bad as Stevie. Might I remind you that it’s my birthday? I thought I was allowed to pick.”

“Of course you are but DaVinci’s is a bit much for a first date. You don’t have to do that. I would be just as happy getting crappy take out and watching Myth Busters with you guys on the sofa.”

“We know you’re not the type to have dollar signs in your eyes when you look at us. But I turned 106 today and I want to get all dressed up and take my best guy and my best gal out to a nice dinner. Really, you’re doing me a favor; their veal saltimbocca is one of my favorite foods in the world.”

Steve nodded, “He’s serious. I’ve heard him make noises while eating it that aren’t decent to make in public.”

Bucky tried to pinch Steve again but he wiggled away, curling up on the other side of the sofa with Emma.

“Alright,” Emma said pressing a kiss to Steve’s shoulder, “I guess I can’t refuse an old man’s request on his 106th birthday.”

“Nope.” Bucky popped the “p” loudly, infinitely pleased with himself.

Steve took the opportunity to snuggle in with Emma while they finished their coffee. Emma noticed Steve was a lot more tactile than Bucky, finding subtle ways to stay connected to Bucky or her. Bucky indulged him but he was more reserved when it came to initiating contact himself. Emma soaked up the physical contact from them both like rays of sunshine. She had gone so long without being physically close to anyone. She shifted slightly in her seat, getting more comfortable.

“I’m not squishing you, am I?” Steve asked, looking back with a worried expression.

“Not at all, you’re fine.” Emma assured him.

“If you’re sure. I know I get a little overzealous sometimes with cuddling.”

“What he means is,” Bucky interjected, “He’s a very aggressive cuddler with zero personal boundaries.”

“Sorry” Steve said without sounding the least bit apologetic.

“It’s okay.” Emma told him, “It’s just new for me.”

“Shit. Sorry. I don’t have to…” Steve made a movement like he was going to go back to his own seat but Emma threw her free arm around him tighter.

“No, it’s fine, really. I just, well, I haven’t dated in a really long time. And the guy I was with last wasn’t very physical.”

“His loss.” Steve gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

Emma looked over at the clock and sighed. “I really have to head home if I’m going to be ready in time for dinner.”

“You want us to pick you up at your place? I was gonna drive tonight.”

“Sure, I’ll text you both my address so you have it.”

Emma pulled out her phone and sent them the info before getting up and heading out. She was as reluctant to leave as they were to let her go. It was only for an hour though and she hurried home through the slushy sidewalks to get ready for their date.

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theangriestpea · 5 years

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Mercy Killing

A/N: Oh wow, this is my longest chapter to date! I kept getting stuck but I finally hammered it out. I hope everyone enjoys some good Swavie content! Lmk if you want me to add you to the tag list!

Warning: Contains smut

As always, cross-posted to AO3.

Chapter Fourteen: Light

The night following James’ attack, Lavender had to be coaxed to bed with a half empty bottle of rum. Hearing the Ghoulies’ screams had forced her to go into a very dark place in her head. Before that drunken night on the side of the road, she could handle violence. She didn’t thirst for it like the boys seemed to, but she had a stomach for it.

But that was the old Lavender. The new Lavender was screaming with him from inside her trailer, her heart racing so hard inside of her chest that her whole upper torso felt like it was on fire.

When Fangs opened the door to her trailer he rushed over to her. Both he and Sweet Pea gathered her into their arms. She was hiccuping back tears between them, not really knowing whose hands were where but feeling comforted by both of them.

Fangs spoke softly to her, telling her it was okay and that she was safe. He was much better at calming her down vocally than Sweet Pea who felt so out of place. Sweets wished he could do something other than just hold her, but he let Fangs take the lead. This was his friend’s forte and he knew that.

Eventually, after taking in a few shots of alcohol, the boys got her into bed so she could rest. She insisted that the rum stay on her bedside table though so she could sip it during the night whenever she woke up from a nightmare. Sweet Pea didn’t want to let her but caved at her begging him. He found himself unable to tell her no this time around.

It was probably one of the roughest nights to date for both Sweet Pea and Lavender. Every hour she woke up upset and every hour he struggled to calm her down. When her alarm went off the next morning, they were both exhausted. There was no point in staying home though, she wouldn’t be able to sleep any more than she already had.

Time moved slowly but ultimately uneventfully until Friday night. There was a Serpent meeting at the Wyrm. Lavender was dressed in a pastel and black skater dress and her serpent jacket. She hadn’t put it on awhile and it felt good to be wearing it again. With her favorite girlfriends by her side, she felt confident.

She was also excited to be seen as someone that should be included in the gang’s business again. It made her feel better in the recovery she had achieved. Sure she still had her cast on but that would be off in another two weeks. It was barely visible with her jacket on anyway.

Her makeup was on point, hair in a high pony. Over all she felt fierce and she felt herself again. She was in between Toni and Cheryl, their arms all linked together as they walked up to the Wyrm. Last time she was here she drunkenly came onto Sweet Pea. Briefly she was kind of hoping they’d find their way back in that closet again in the same position, except this time she’d be a little more sober. He couldn’t resist her now, could he? She hoped not.

Lavender had only had sex (consensually) twice since her one night stand with Sweets. Neither time her partner was as good as he had been.

She hadn’t seen James at school since Fangs and Sweet Pea jumped him. There were rumors that he was in the hospital recovering but she wasn’t sure how true that was. Other rumors said he scampered back to Greendale but that she definitely didn’t believe.

It had only been two days but already James being out of her line of sight had done her wonders. Knowing there was some sliver of justice in the world for what happened to her was healing as well. She drank a little less. She slept a little easier. It was nice. Of course sometimes she would drift into the darkness and think about how there were three more men out that that had put their hands on her. Usually during those moments she planted her face into Sweet Pea’s chest and just held him tightly until the smell of his cologne made the light come back on in her head.

Naturally Sweet Pea would hold her back in his own quiet way. He was glad that she seemed to be relieved just from the contact and didn’t need him to talk her down from any ledge she might have been on.

“Want your usual, Lavie?” Toni asked, breaking away from her to go behind the bar. Cheryl was slipping onto a bar stool, adjusting the fit of her bright red jacket.

Lavender sat down next to her. She actually hadn’t had a drink today, so perhaps one or two wouldn’t hurt. “Can you add an extra cherry?” She asked, looking around the bar to see if she could find her two favorite boys – her best friend and…what exactly was Sweet Pea?

She bit her lip at the thought of the conversation they had yet to have. He had spent every night with her this past week. She heard Toni slide the drink in front of her.

Lav picked up the cherry by the stem, her eyes traveling to Sweet Pea who had just noticed her presence. He watched as she slowly took the cherry into her mouth, teasing him with the way her lips wrapped around it.

Sweets swallowed hard at the image she was giving him. She took the fruit into her mouth and plucked off the stem. A small smirk pulled his lips on one side when he realized she was purposefully putting on a show for him. At last she looked like the girl he met that first night in July again.

She turned away from him with a small smile on her face. Cheryl elbowed her with an amused look. “You better make him work for it this time.” She said teasingly as Lavender slid off her seat. She rolled her eyes at the red-head, taking her drink in hand.

“Don’t worry, I plan on it.” Lavender said with a small laugh. She pretended to be walking towards him as he continued to watch her, but at the last minute she turned and went to Fangs instead.

Fangs laughed at the expression on Sweet Pea’s face. His frustration was very obvious as he went back to his pool game. Lavender opened her mouth to speak when the music suddenly changed and the lights dimmed. Her heart dropped into her stomach. This only happened during one occasion: a serpent dance. There was only one girl that she knew that was a Serpent hopeful.

Her eyes went to the stage, trying to keep her confident air about her but struggling. A head of dark hair walked onto stage in an over-sized button up shirt and skirt with stockings. Kitty was on stage, hand on the pole as the music played.

She began to dance, stripping off her clothes to show a lacy lingerie set. It was black, which was typical. It was not what Lavender had gone with for her dance, because she wanted to stand out, but definitely something that fit Kitty’s personality.

Lavender dared to look behind her to see Sweet Pea staring up at the stage. There was a pleased look on his face as he licked his lips. She couldn’t help but stare at him, her heart sinking further down. Sweet Pea didn’t even seem to notice her anymore. Like she was fading away, her confidence shattered instantly and she quickly set her drink down at the table Fangs was sitting at.

Fangs wasn’t too engulfed to not notice Lavender’s change of mood. He knew things between her and Sweets was extremely fragile, and Sweets seemed to be ruining what they had before it even started. Even if all he was doing was something any teenage boy would do. Fangs knew she was misunderstanding Sweet Pea’s attention completely. The tall Serpent had no feelings for the dancer on stage. However in was clear that Pea had never actually told Lavender that.

Anger surged through her so fast that she thought she was going to burst. She looked like she was set to kill as she stormed in Sweet Pea’s direction. The song had ended and he was clapping, hollering to show his support of Kitty finishing her dance. He only stopped when he felt a shoulder slam into his arm and a flash of purple hair storm past him.

She went outside, hot tears brimming her eyes. Her mind raced as she wondered if she’d ever meant a thing to Sweet Pea of if she was just another notch in his bedpost all along.

“Shanna!” Sweet Pea called after her, only using her real name when he was trying to calm her down or get her full attention. “Stop!”

She whipped around, fury evident in her glossy eyes as she glared up at him. “What do you want, Sweet Pea?” She hissed at him, coiling back like a snake ready to strike.

He ran a hand through his hair before trying to reach out to her, “you can’t be out here by yourself. You don’t know who is out here.”

Her breath hitched in her throat. She hadn’t thought of that. Of course she was still on the Ghoulies’ hit list. She swallowed hard but her anger did not wane. “What do you care? Go back to Kitty since you like watching her dance so much.”

So she was jealous? Sweet Pea was a little taken aback. Since when did Lavender get jealous at him paying attention to other girls? Sure there was the time before when she confronted Kitty about sleeping with him, but he thought that was just a case of one cat not liking another.

Sweet Pea’s bewildering look showed her that he hadn’t realized what he’d done. Not that it made it any better, but her anger lessened ever so slightly. “I don’t care about her, Shanna. I care about you, damn it! You can be mad at me but don’t just run out here on your own where you can get hurt again!” He said, obviously angry at her as well for being so reckless.

Her features softened slightly. Why did he always share his feelings when he was yelling at her? She crossed her arms over her chest and huffed defiantly.

“Plus, you’re the one being a tease tonight. Eating that cherry like that and then ignoring me.” He crossed his arms too, staring down at her with frustration etched across his features.

Lavender stepped closer to him, feeling somewhat bad about her actions earlier after seeing that they had obviously hurt his feelings. She lightly grabbed his forearm, forcing it down so he’d uncross his arms. “You mean that, about Kitty? Didn’t you sleep with her?”

Sweet Pea put his arms by his side as she stepped even closer to him. “No, you kept interrupting us before we got that far.” He said as a matter-of-fact. “She was just a distraction anyway.”

She bit her lip as she looked up at him with big, beautiful, hazel eyes. “Let’s go back to the store room.” She whispered lowly as she reached up to touch his face softly, “I need you.”

His eyes were dark, even the light of the street lamp couldn’t lighten them. “Are you sure?” He whispered so quietly that she almost didn’t hear him.

“I trust you, Pea.” She replied, leaning up on her tippy toes and bringing his face down at the same time with her hand so she could kiss him gently on the lips. “I’ll never be over this if we don’t.”

He nodded, his face still close to hers. “Let’s go through the back.”

Lavender smiled slightly, “do you have a condom?”

Sweet Pea cursed because he knew he didn’t. “I’ll get one from Fangs.”

She shook her head, “how do you not have a condom?”

“I wasn’t expecting to get laid tonight.” He added flatly, rolling his eyes. “I’ll meet you there. Just give me two minutes.”

Sweet Pea watched as she walked to the back door, waiting until she was safely inside before hurrying through the front door. He made a bee-line towards his best friend who was drinking Lavender’s drink. “Fogarty, I need a condom.”

Fangs gave him a disapproving look, “really, dude? You’re going to do that to Lavender?”

“What are you talking about? She’s the one that asked me.” Sweet Pea asked, clearly confused.

He stared at Pea, having thought that he was going to use the condom to sleep with Kitty. “Sorry, man. I just assumed you meant Kitty. Here,” he pulled a condom out of his wallet and handed it to him. “Don’t go too rough, okay?”

Sweet Pea rolled his eyes, “you don’t have to tell me that.” He replied, knowing fully well that this wasn’t about to be a bought of kinky sex like he usually enjoyed. That wasn’t what she needed right now…well, not unless she asked.

Toni shot him a look as he went behind the bar to go into the storeroom. She had an idea of what was up but didn’t say anything. She wasn’t very happy with Kitty becoming a Serpent either. Neither she nor Cheryl cared for the girl. She just seemed shady to them.

Sweet Pea opened the door to the room to see Lavender leaning back against the built-in shelves lined with supplies. He closed the door behind him and reached out to grab her good wrist, pulling her over to him. He cupped her face before kissing her deeply.

Lavender kissed him back with a small eager moan, arms wrapping around his neck. His hands moved down her body, reaching around to grab her ass playfully and squeeze. She let out a small laugh between breaths as she pressed her body against his.

He groaned into a biting kiss, taking her lower lip in between his teeth to nip at it. One of Lavender’s hand stayed on the back of his neck while the other tugged at the hem of his shirt.

“Oh, you actually want me naked this time?” Sweet Pea asked in a teasing tone since last time they had sex they had kept most of their clothing on. Only removing what was in the way.

“That was all you, not me.” Lavender corrected him before pulling his shirt up higher. Sweet Pea pulled away from her to take it off and throw it to the side. Her hands ran over his chest and abdomen, tracing lines and lightly scratching.

Sweet Pea’s breath caught in his throat at her touch. “You’re going to need to stop that if you want me to be gentle.” He warned her, not knowing how she wanted this to go.

Lavender already had a hazy look in her eye, her fingers travelling lower to run over his belt. “Bold of you to assume that I want you to be gentle.”

He hastily pushed her jacket off of her shoulders and she slid it off of her, dropping it next to his layers of t-shirt, flannel, and denim vest. He fumbled around looking for a zipper on her dress, making her frustrated with him. “There is no zipper, Pea.” She said before pulling it up over her head just as he had done with his shirt.

His eyes ran over her matching set of bra and underwear and he noted that it was something nicer than what she would normally have worn. “You planned on doing this tonight, didn’t you?”

She gave him an innocent look as she unfascined his belt, “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” She said coyly. Next she unhooked his button, sliding his zipper down. Sweet Pea just stared at her, fascinated with her change in behavior.

Of course he had always had a feeling she had it in her to be like this, but even during their one night stand she had been a little more reserved. More importantly she was sober this time around so her actions weren’t fueled by alcohol.

“Are you sure about this.” Sweet Pea asked, hesitating even as her hand slid into his pants. He clenched his teeth to keep from moaning. Resisting was becoming more difficult but he had to be sure. They couldn’t go back from this.

“Do you not want me?” Lavender replied, pulling away from him as she suddenly felt very self-conscious. Her bruises were gone, her cuts were minimal, and the only thing really wrong (besides her mental state) were her healing bones. Self-doubt ran down her spine, maybe she didn’t look as good as she thought she did. Maybe he didn’t sexually desire her like she thought he did.

Sweet Pea grabbed her by the hips and brought her back closer to him. “Yes, fuck, I want you so bad.” He whispered to her. “I just don’t want to hurt you.” He gave her a chaste kiss before pulling away slowly, “you’re beautiful.”

Lavender’s face flushed pink at his compliment. She’d never heard something so sweet come from his mouth. It was awkward but perfect at the same time. “Sweet Pea…” She practically moaned against him, his words setting her on fire. “Yes, I’m sure. Please just fuck me before I go crazy.”

Sweets chuckled, “I think I can do that.” He started to grind his hips against hers, one hand running behind her back to unclasp her bra. He tore it off of her so he could play with her chest.

She shoved his pants down and he stepped out of them, having to awkwardly kick off his boots first. Lavender laughed lightly at him fighting to take his own clothes off. He shot her a warning look before snatching her up in his arms to kiss roughly down her neck. Her laughter turned into a fit of giggles as his lips tickled her skin.

The sound gave him a final vote of confidence to keep going. If she needed him to stop, then he was sure she’d tell him. Her hand was between his legs, rubbing his length painfully slow. Sweet Pea let out a groan, one hand on her breast and another on her ass, and both were groping with bruising grips.

The hand that was on her backside, slid to the front and into her green lace underwear. His fingers quickly found her clit and he rubbed circles around it, being just as slow with her as he was with him.

Lavender moaned, resting her forehead against his shoulder. She moved his boxers down to grab his cock, palming him a little more feverishly than before. He was already partially hard, growing more rigid at her touch.

Sweet Pea let out a breath as he moved his own fingers faster since she decided to stop teasing him. “How do you want it, baby?” He murmured into her ear before licking the shell of it.

Lavender shivered as she thought. There weren’t a whole lot of positions they could do in the small room. “Against the door.” She said back and he spun them around, pressing her back against the door as he finished taking off his boxers.

He got down to his knees and slipped her underwear down so that she was also totally naked save for the heels she was wearing. Lavender stepped out of the undergarment so that she wasn’t restricted.

Sweet Pea lifted her up and placed her thighs on his shoulders, his mouth honing in onto her core aggressively. He licked and nipped and sucked until her body was shaking against the piece of wood half holding her up.

Her hands were in his hair, mussing it up as she cried out from the pleasure he was giving her. “Pea,” She cried out, “Oh god, please-“ She couldn’t form complete sentences anymore as her brain went haywire.

There was not a shred of darkness in her brain. Her thoughts were bursting with light and color and affection. Sweet Pea brought her to the edge by lapping at her clit while fucking her with his fingers.

If he weren’t holding her so tightly, then she’d have fallen when she hit her peak. Her upper body was squirming since her lower was forced into place.

As she caught her breath, he dragged his tongue slowly over her to clean her up. Once done he set her legs down carefully. He grabbed the condom that he had set on one of the shelves and ripped it open. He rolled it onto his fully erect penis before getting up onto his feet.

Lavender was panting more from anticipation than from the high. Sweet Pea lifted her up once more, wrapping her arms around his waist. He guided himself into her and they both moaned out at finally feeling together.

Sweet Pea wasn’t quite rough but he wasn’t gentle either. He was a perfect mix of the two, pumping in and out of her. “Fuck baby, you feel so good.” He groaned into her ear, making her whine softly.

“Does it feel good, princess?” He asked, knowing by her moans that she had to be feeling good but also wanting to hear it.

Lavender kissed his tattoo, her tongue sliding along the snake’s body. He grunted in response. “Your dick is perfect.” She cooed back. Sweets increased his pace again, the door knocking loudly against its frame.

He was leaving bruises on her shoulders as he pounded into her. Soon enough they were both orgasming from the sensation of the other. It was intense, blinding, and it felt like a huge weight had been lifted off of them. The thick veil of frustration had been ripped away as they were both now satisfied.

The air of the room was thick with heat and humidity from their sweat. Sweet Pea removed himself from her and set her legs back down onto floor. Lavender’s knees were shaking still as she hadn’t quite come down from her high yet.

There was a banging on the door suddenly. “I need more tequila!” Toni shouted loudly over the music that was blaring in the bar.

Sweet Pea threw some boxers on before urging Lavender to move. She stood behind the door as he opened it and handed Toni a bottle of clear liquid. “There. Anything else?”

“If Hog-eye catches you two he’s going to flip.” She said with a very amused look. “So you better get dressed before he comes back from his run.”

Sweets shut the door and looked at Lavender. “You heard her, Rhodes. Better get dressed.” He started putting his clothes back on as Lavender hesitated. Her mind was reeling from what had just happened, not sure if it was real or not.

“Are you okay?” Sweet Pea asked, noticing her sluggish movements. “Did I hurt you?” Suddenly he was worried that he had done something wrong and got too into it. Maybe he should have held back more.

“I’m fine.” Lavender nodded, slipping her underwear and bra back on. “That was just…very intense.” She said before picking up her dress. “Can this…not be a one-time thing?”

Sweet Pea stared her down with his deep brown eyes that she’d come to adore. “Are you asking to be my girl?” He questioned, wanting clarification to what she was asking.

Lav bit her lip. “Yea…” She whispered, doubt rising in her stomach.

Pea smiled, his eyes crinkling in the way they only did when he was truly happy and she knew that was a yes.

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ao3feed-narumitsu · 10 months

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Fool Me Once

read it on the AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/48489682

by petrichor_dandelion

The world slows down when Phoenix Wright picks up his cheap flip phone to answer an incoming call. The world stops once Phoenix Wright arrives at the Prosecutor’s Office to read a note. The world moves on while Phoenix Wright stands with a small gathering of five people and an empty grave. The world forgets Phoenix Wright as he loses himself in the darkness of his house, empty wine bottles and beer cans being his only company.

The world mourns when Defense Attorney Phoenix Wright chooses death.

Or: Phoenix kills himself like a few days before Miles returns to Japanifornia.

Words: 1160, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Series: Part 1 of Fool Me Once, Fool Me Twice.

Fandoms: 逆転裁判 | Gyakuten Saiban | Ace Attorney

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Major Character Death

Characters: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth, Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright, Ayasato Mayoi | Maya Fey, Itonokogiri Keisuke | Dick Gumshoe

Relationships: Mitsurugi Reiji | Miles Edgeworth/Naruhodou Ryuuichi | Phoenix Wright

Additional Tags: Implied/Referenced Suicide, Suicide, Suicide Notes, My First Work in This Fandom, My First AO3 Post, POV Alternating, Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Implied/Referenced Alcohol Abuse/Alcoholism, Depression, Phoenix Wright Needs Therapy, Phoenix Wright Needs a Hug, phoenix kills himself, The Author Regrets Nothing, no beta we die like phoenix, Faked Suicide, Major character death - Freeform, Hangover, One Shot, i wrote this at 5 am pls be nice, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, maya is Angry, i cant write, Tags Are Hard, im going to continue this fic but, it can be read as a one shot, POV Third Person Limited, Funeral, Death, there are parts of the story that dont work but idc deal with it, lmk if i need to add more tags, Angst, Hurt No Comfort, Angst and Tragedy, Miles Edgeworth Needs a Hug, Miles Edgeworth Needs Therapy, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe

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kisstheashes · 6 years

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Glimmers of Control

Goretober Day 8- Mind Control: Chase thought he could trust Maze to help alleviate his migraine

Content warnings: Graphic (?) depictions of violence, forced self harm, major character death

Tagging: @writerwithdepression @superbanananinja234 @egopocalypse @gum-xx-drop @clownoutofdarkness @shadowstakeall @spicydanhowell @friendly-neighborhood-badger @rogue-of-light-analyzed @acuriousquail @maybekatie @here-be-becquerel @shamrockace @sylver-rhymes @space-babe-writing @cute-anxious-kitten (If you want to be tagged, lmk and I’ll happily add you to the list!)

A/N: If any of you are interested in more of this verse, here is a little sequel to it :D

yes I know this is late

Chase sat at the dining room table, head low and covering his eyes as even the dim lights made his pounding head worse. "Marv, I know you hate using hypnotism on us but please! I can't take it bro. Everything hurts and I can't walk without feeling like I'm going to fall over! Don't you know what that's like?"

Maze was leaning against the wall, fixing the cuffs of his blood red button down. He sighed and pushed off the wall. His heeled combat boots clicked on the linoleum as he approached the table, inspecting Chase. "I haven't had one for a very long time. And it's not exactly normal hypnotism. It's dangerous." He kept his voice low as he leaned on the empty chair across from Chase. He bit the inside of his cheek, tugging at the cuffs of his shirt.

"I don't care! Nothing is working. It hasn't gone away for days. Marv, please. I can't work like this. I'm behind schedule and I don't want to disappoint my viewers." Chase pressed his thumbs into his temples, unintentionally hiding the scar on the right side.

Maze sat down in the chair, letting out another sigh. "I can't guarantee it'll help, Chase. It could end up hurting you. And it may not work at all." Little flurries of purple smoke wisped from his hands as he flexed them. His eyes never left Chase. "I don't like hypnotizing any of you because I can't quite control it yet. It's a work in progress." Maze cracked his neck. "But if you're sure, I can try something small to at least help with the pain."

Chase nodded quickly then groaned, holding his head tighter. "Do something, bro! It hurts..."

Maze nodded slowly, unbuttoning the cuffs of his shirt and rolling the sleeves up to his elbows. The veins on his arms glowed a blackened purple as he summoned his magic. "Look at me, Chase. It's imperative." Slowly, Chase removed his hands from his head and looked at Maze, squinting in the dim light. "As I said, this is not normal hypnosis. You'll go down quick. I don't need aids of any kind; my magic does all the work for me. That's why it's so dangerous. Now, follow my magic." With a flick of his wrist Maze summoned a tight thread of smoke, playing with it between his fingers. "Breathe deeply for me, Chase...follow the smoke and breathe for me." Maze watched him carefully. "Keep breathing..." He danced the smoke closer to Chase, the vlogger still following it. "That's it..." he murmured. "Down down down, like the little rabbit you are..." Maze created another plume of smoke, a few black glimmers hanging inside of it. With a snap of his fingers, they exploded in Chase's face, causing him to inhale them and make his eyes water. There was a brief moment of panic where Chase's eyes widened and he moved, likely to get up and run. Then he slumped in his chair, a blank look on his face, his eyes glossed over and pure white.

Maze smiled, leaning forward onto the table. "You always were going to be the easiest one, Chase. Really, you should have listened to when Henrik warned you about me. The doctor is smarter than you give him credit for." Maze studied his prey, drumming his fingers on the table. "Let's see if this worked properly...get up and get the pear knife."

With jerky movements that seemed more suited for a ball jointed doll than a human being, Chase did as he was told. He found the pear knife in a drawer and sat back in his chair with it. Maze chuckled lightly through a smile much too pleasant. "Draw the blade down your palm." With clumsy movements and a grip that was too tight, Chase slit his left palm open with the knife. His scarlet blood dripped onto the wooden table, falling into the grooves of the wood. Maze noted how not a single drop of pain showed on any of Chase's features. His smile turned into a smirk. "Good, good...make sure it's clean and put it back. Take the carving fork and bring it back."

His puppet did as told, bringing back the two pronged fork with him. Maze studied his face to make sure his spell wasn't wearing off. "Stab your left hand." Movements still jerky, Chase did as he was commanded. Cracks sounded as bone broke and the fork slid into the table top. "Take it out." Blood flowed onto the table through the gaping holes in Chase's hand. Maze watched the blood seep across the table, backing up his chair a bit. Disgusting. He rested his chin on his hand as he commanded Chase to stab himself again and again. Blood soaked his shirt as he stabbed his chest and left arm. Maze leaned back in his chair as he sighed, scanning the kitchen for other things to use. A sheet of metal reflected the dim light of the kitchen. Oh for fuck's sake. "Put it back. Grab the cheese grater."

Maze tipped his head back, running a hand through his hair as Chase brought the cheese grater back. "Take it across your right arm." He slid his eyes over to Chase as he did so without hesitation. The first thing Maze saw was the blood start making rivers down his arm. When the cheese grater was pulled away the skin had divorced from the muscle and hung in the air, making a V shape with his arm. Maze made a disgruntled noise as he watched Chase bring the cheese grater to his arm again. Flecks of skin caught in the ridges of the grater and fell to the floor as Chase's blood cascaded down his arm. He could hear Chase's skin ripping off of his arm and his blood dripping to the floor. He could see how the grater tugged at the skin before ripping it off and it falling to the floor, into the blood. The whole of his bicep was bloody and torn apart before Maze commanded him to stop. He huffed. "This is taking forever. Stay put." Maze got up and walked to his room, taking one of his throwing knives out of his nightstand before returning. He put it on a section of the table that was clean of blood before sitting back in his chair, running his hands through his hair. "Slit your throat."

Movements slightly more human than before, Chase grabbed the knife and put it to his throat, the motion fluid as he cut deep across his throat. Blood soaked the whole of his front and squirted across the table. Maze bit the inside of his cheek as spots of it stained his shirt. His knife fell to the floor- regrettably in the pool of blood and flesh.

He crossed his legs as he looked at Chase's body like it was on display. Static pricked his neck as Anti appeared behind him. "Your methods are always so messy," Maze commented. He sighed as Anti's fingers stroked through his hair.

"H̵e̶'s ͞much̡ ͡p̨r̸ettįer ̢l͘i͠ke ̷th̷i͜s.͡" He held out Maze's jet black cat mask with his other hand.

He hummed, taking the mask and leaning into Anti's touch. "It's still messy. My methods are much better. There isn't anything left for anyone to find."

"Yo͝ur m̛e͠t̴ho͏ds ár̀e ̸st͏ale҉." Anti scoffed as he rounded the table, picking Maze's knife up from the puddle of blood. He licked the blood off of it, enjoying whatever bits of flesh came with it. Maze watched him intently. "Yo̷u ̀li͡ke ̛s͏eeing͜ t̸hem̶ ble̕èd out, m̶a̷g̀i͡c͞ian̡."̵ He grinned, teeth stained red.

"Still a mess." Maze put his mask on as Anti leaned over to lick up the blood still pouring from Chase's slit throat. "Which is why we're going to kill the next two how I want, with the mess this left." Maze giggled lowly. "Fucking bloodthirsty bastard." Maze saw Anti's smirk before it was covered up with a grin. He followed the glitch's steps to the other side of the table, staying clear of the blood. He lowered his eyes to Chase's body, soaked with blood. Maze leaned into Anti's body directly behind him; the static ghosting his skin was like therapy. "He is much prettier..." he murmured.

Anti made a static sound as he handed Maze his clean knife. "T̷he̛ ̨do҉ctór͞?̛" His static started prickling the air.

"He won't be alive for long. I need to dispose of him before he can convince anyone I'm evil." Maze let out a deep breath as he leaned more weight into the glitch. "You can join me when he's dead. You'll fuck up my cover."

Anti grinned as he separated them. "̡I̢'̀l҉l̡ be w͠atc͠hin͜g, ̛m̴ag̕íc͟i͘a̧n.̸"

Maze smirked. "I wouldn't expect you to miss the show."

#jacksepticeye #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #antisepticeye #jse egos #jse fanfiction #jse community #goretober #goretober 2k18 #ik this isn't my usual marv but let me have fun with him #ashes writing corner

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mrschangrettawrites · 6 years

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Feel Like This

Summary: You came to Stephen an eager student, and he would never be the same again.

Words: 3220

Pairing: Stephen Strange x Female!Reader

Notes: Nothing really, aside from the fact I still haven’t seen Doctor Strange. I highly highly highly recommend installing the InteractiveFics extension from the Chrome store if you can. To add your name and last name simply install the extension, then click ‘Need to replace something other than Y/N?’ and in the value bar put Name and put your name in the Replace With bar, then click change! And be sure to tick Store this replacement so that you don’t have to do it every time.

Tagging: @gameofdooweeoo @doctor-strange-thirst-club if you want to be tagged in future chapters lmk!

Chapter One

It had been six months since you had arrived at the Sanctum, and while initially Stephen had been reluctant to let you in, he was glad he did.

You had arrived as a pilgrim of sorts, seeking out ‘arcane knowledge’ as you had put it.

“If you wish to learn the Mystic Arts-” Stephen had begun to say, but you cut him off.

“I have my own magic.” And with that you stretched out an arm, and formed a sphere that seemed to be made out of smoke in your palm. “I was born with it.” You had said, in answer to Stephen’s unspoken question. “But I want to learn. Please, just let me learn.”

And who was Stephen to turn away a willing student?

Almost instantly you became a source of fascination and curiosity to everyone within the Sanctum, from the greenest apprentice to the most experienced master. None of them had ever seen power like yours, and to learn that it was a natural gift was an even bigger surprise. You denied being a mutant, which left everyone wondering how you came to acquire your powers.

“I stopped asking that question a long time ago.” Was your reply whenever you were asked.

Stephen personally took you under his wing, as he saw it as his duty as he was the Master of the New York Sanctum. He taught you everything he had learned at the Kamar Taj, trained you in martial arts and gave you books to read. While he had been unsure as to how you would adjust, to his surprise you took to it like a duck to water. Your agility was impressive, your strength and endurance moreso. And Stephen never had to ask you twice to open a book and absorb the knowledge within. It appeared that your desire to learn was genuine, and Stephen was consistently impressed by you.

This soon turned to fondness. And this in turn became love. Which left Stephen at a loss.

After Christine, Stephen began to think he was the kind of man who was ill-suited to relationships. While he had been a different person then, the thought still plagued him. That old arrogance was still there, lurking in the shadows, and even after his metamorphoses, Stephen could be hard to get on with. And then there was the issue of your age.

You were young. Far too young for a man like Stephen, at least in his opinion. He was of course aware of relationships with age gaps like the one that existed between the two of you, and ones where the gap was even more significant, but he still hesitated. He worried you saw him as being too old for you (God knew that was what he had thought at that age), or that you only saw him as a mentor. He didn’t know how he would react if he poured his heart to you, only to have you tell him that you saw him as a teacher, a guide, and nothing more.

Well, he had an idea at least. He imagined he would try and find the deepest, darkest hole he could and throw himself into it.

So he endeavoured to nip these feelings in the bud, but that proved to be far easier said than done. You were vivacious, eager, and possessed a charm that was laced with sweetness and sincerity. It was all a very dangerous combination. At least in Stephen’s opinion. It was as if the universe had purposefully sent him someone he would not help but fall in love with.

More than once he had been tempted to use the Eye to see in the future, or to peer into the other dimensions to find one where the two of were in love and happy. But he never dared. He was too afraid of what he may find.

So he told himself to be content with what he had now. No matter how difficult that may be.

“You know this really has to stop.”

Stephen turned to Wong with a raised brow and a frown. “What does?” He asked, genuinely confused.

“All of this lovesick pining you do.” Wong waved a hand, although whether it was to describe said pining or his irritation with it, Stephen didn’t know. “It was funny at first but it’s gotten really old.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Stephen replied calmly, despite the fact that he could feel his face flushing and he imagined it was only a few shades lighter than his cloak.

Wong snorted. “And I’m the queen of England.” He deadpanned. “Have you tried, you know, talking to her about it?”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

Clearly this displeased Wong, as he gave Stephen the most withering look he had ever seen. “I don’t know if you think you’re good at faking, but I will tell you right now you’re not.” He climbed up a ladder and ran a finger along the spine of a row of books before finding the one he wanted. “And if I have to go through another day of seeing you like that I might just tell her myself.”

“No!” The suddenness of Stephen’s reply, along with how loud it was, surprised him, but Wong appeared to be unfazed. “I mean…” Stephen tried to think of something to say, but all the words he had ever learned disappeared, leaving him with a dry mouth and throat.

Wong raised his head and seemed to be far too amused for Stephen’s liking. “It won’t kill you to be honest you know.” He pointed out.

“Easy for you to say.” Stephen retorted, having re-found words. “It wouldn’t be your dignity at risk.”

“Oh I’m well aware of that. Why do you think I want you to do it so badly?” He grinned.

Now with a face definitely as red as his cloak, Stephen stormed off, leaving Wong to chortle.

Frowning, Stephen ran his eyes over the large, thick, heavy tome that sat on the desk in front of him. The cover was as black as onyx and he suspected that once it had shone and looked very grand indeed. But the lacquer had long since dried and started to peel, and the edges of the pages were so yellowed it was hard to imagine any of them had once been pure white.

Tony had found it during a raid of a HYDRA base and taken it straight to Stephen, suspecting it to be a magical artifact of some sort. Stephen could definitely something deep and old and powerful emanating from it, but he didn’t know what it was. And he didn’t know if he wanted to know.

“Stephen?”

At the sound of his name, Stephen looked over his shoulder, but he knew who had spoken. “Name. Is something wrong?”

“Wong told me Mr Stark brought something to the Sanctum.” Your eyes landed on the tome. “Is that it?”

Stephen nodded and he gestured for you to come forward. He watched as you did so, although with an apprehension he hadn’t seen since your first few days at the Sanctum and you had yet to build up your confidence. “I’m not sure what it is.” He admitted. “So be careful.”

But it appeared he needn’t had bothered to warn you, as you seemed determined to keep your distance from the possible artifact. You remained a few steps behind Stephen, your eyes boring into the tome. The look in your eyes was so unusual and foreign, at least on your face, that it took Stephen a few, very confused moments to realize what it was.

Fear.

“Everything’s perfectly fine.” He said, trying to soothe you despite what he had just said before. “You can step closer.”

But you shook your head firmly. “It-It’s alright.” You said. “So...have you read it?”

Deciding to leave you be for now, Stephen nodded. “But I can’t understand any of it.” He opened it up again, as if hoping that it would make sense this time around. But the words remained a cipher in a hand that was at times elegant, at others rushed. “Wong hasn’t come across anything like it, but he’s trying to find any information that could-are you alright?”

Your face had gone unusually pale and you looked on the brink of heaving. Without waiting for you to reply, Stephen put an arm around you to keep you steady. He quickly shed one of his gloves and pressed his hand to your forehead, grateful for the fact that he could pass the shaking off as his usual hand tremors rather than admit to it being nerves. “You’re burning up!” He said, shocked that you had managed to fall so badly under the weather so quickly.

“I’m fine.” You croaked in a manner that very clearly showed you were anything but fine.

Without a second thought, Stephen lead you out of his office to take you to your room, asking you if you had been sleeping well, how much water you had had that day, if it was that particular time of the month.

“Stephen really there’s no need to fuss!” You protested. “There’s nothing wrong!”

“Who’s the one with the medical degree here.” As Stephen went through every illness that could possibly be responsible for this sudden change in you, he hadn’t yet noticed that this was the closest the two of had ever been physically. It only occurred to him when he laid you down on your bed, and the realization hit him, along with the fact that you were lying down, gazing up at him with half lidded eyes and a half open mouth, like in so many of his dreams.

Feeling utterly mortified, Stephen managed to get out a “I’ll get you some water!” before leaving your room and almost slamming the door behind him.

As Stephen waited for his heart rate to decrease, he had his back pressed against the door, trying his very best to resist the urge to bang his head against the nearest hard surface.

‘Pull yourself together you fucking idiot!’ He scolded himself, but his heart continued to beat wildly, like a door in a hurricane.

When Stephen found you, you were sitting in an armchair in the library. It had been a few days since the incident in his office, and despite your protests Stephen gave you strict instructions to not over exert yourself, even going as far as to use his medical degree as leverage over you.

That was another thing he adored about you; your stubbornness. Which was unusual as when other people were stubborn it tended to annoy him. But your stubbornness always came from a well-meaning place, like everything else you did. You always seemed to act, first and foremost, with your heart and soul.

Apparently hearing his footsteps, you looked up from your book and gave Stephen a smile that made his knees go weak. “Stephen, did you need me for something?”

‘More than you know.’ “No, I just wanted to check on you.”

You smiled wider, making it harder for Stephen to breathe. “That’s very kind of you.”

Without warning, Stephen’s cloak flew off from his shoulders and wrapped around you, settling on your lap as if it was a beloved pet. This wasn’t the first time the cloak had done this. It appeared that it had developed fond feelings for you (the fact that it could feel anything at all still baffled Stephen), and was loathe to waste an opportunity to get close to you. The cloak was able to do just about everything Stephen wanted to do, purely by virtue of being a cloak.

You laughed, the library ringing with the sweet sound, as you gently stroked the cloak. “Did you miss me?” You cooed teasingly.

The cloak responded by nuzzling your face, making you laugh again.

Stephen smiled, feeling both elated to see you in such a state of joy, and jealous that it was his cloak making you feel that way.

(And then he felt ridiculous for being jealous of the cloak.)

That night, Stephen dreamed of you again.

His dreams of you went one of two ways.

In some, the two of you are immeasurably happy. The sun was always shining and the weather was always good and Stephen couldn’t stop smiling. He would lift you up in his arms, spin you around as you laugh and squeal in delight. You are both in your own home, with no one to bother either of you. There are no otherworldly threats to the universe. Everything smells like vanilla and cinnamon and when Stephen kisses you he tastes Eden.

He is not having one of those dreams.

This dream sees him throwing you onto his bed, climbing on top of you as his mouth latches onto your neck, alternating between kissing and biting. You mewl and cry out as you run your nails down his back, making Stephen groan.

He pulls away and looks into your eyes, hazy with lust, and holds your wrists above your head. “Bad girl.” He whispers, his lips so close to your ear that you shiver. “What have I said about scratching?”

You whine and stutter out an apology to which Stephen can only tsk. He makes a gesture with his free hand and uses his magic to form chains that bind your wrists together, so that both of his hands are able to wander your body.

Even though he has never had the privilege to map out your body in real life, in the dreams you are soft and sensitive, the trailing of his fingers along the parts where your body dips and then expands making you moan, making you beg.

There has never been a sweeter or more erotic sound to Stephen’s ears than the dream version of you begging.

(He could only imagine how he would react to the real version of you doing it.)

Stephen gritted his teeth as he tried to land a hit on you with his whip, but as usual that proved to be far easier said than done.

You rolled out of the way, dirt staining your training clothes and getting into your hair as you formed a shield made of thick black smoke, successfully blocking Stephen’s attack. You rose to your feet and charged. You dodged every lashing Stephen sent out, moving as if you were a swan gliding across a lake, before finally knocking him onto his back.

Stunned and winded, Stephen could only blink and once again marvel at just how sturdy the things you conjured could be before he felt something lapping at his neck. When he looked down he saw a dagger, pressed to his throat, and when he looked up he saw you, kneeling and taking up his whole view. Your head was blocking out most of the now low hanging sun, leaving what was left to make something like a halo around you, outlining you in gold.

Stephen’s heart jumped right up into his throat and he found himself at a loss for words.

Taking his silence of adoring reverence for one of admitted defeat, you smiled and dispelled the shield and dagger, rising to your feet with an outstretched hand. Stephen took it and rose with you, his whip disappearing.

“I didn’t hurt you too badly did I?” You asked immediately.

Stephen couldn’t help but smile. He found your fretting endearing, and loved how it revealed your soft heart. “I’m perfectly fine.” He assured you. “You did very well today, you’re improving quickly.”

You beamed, seeming to glow under Stephen’s praise, making his heart flutter. “Thank you.” You said, sounding breathless.

Still smiling, Stephen noticed that Wong was watching the two of you from a window. When he saw that he had been spotted, he pointed at you urgently, raising his brows. Stephen immediately looked away. “Get some rest, you’ve earned it.” He smiled and patted your shoulder before walking away.

“Stephen.”

The urgentness and hesitation in your voice makes him stop, and he turns to face you, suddenly worried. “What’s wrong?” He asked, immediately going back to your side, genuinely afraid now.

You gaze up him, your beautiful eyes filled with unease and it makes him grip your shoulders. “Stephen.” You whisper, and it sends the sweetest of shivers down his spine.

“Yes?”

The two of you gaze at each other in silence, and Stephen searched your face, trying to find what it was that was bothering you.

You took a step forward, so that only a small sliver of space existed between the two of you. Stephen’s breath caught in his throat.

“Stephen.”

Who knew his name could sound so sweet?

“Name.” He licked his lips. “Are you...are sure?”

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life.” You whispered. “Nothing-no one, has ever made me feel like this.”

He isn’t sure who moved first. He thinks it might’ve been him, but who can say? All he knew was that he was kissing you, his arms around your waist and your hands clinging onto his chest.

As fireworks explode inside Stephen he pulls away, gazing into your eyes. “I love you.” He whispered, afraid that speaking any louder would lead to the moment shattering.

You smiled. “No shit Sherlock.”

Stephen snorted with laughter before capturing your lips in another kiss.

When Stephen awoke the next day, he saw that the other side of his bed was messy. For a moment he was confused, as that didn’t usually happen, before he remembered.

Last night, after finally opening his heart up to you and watching in astonishment as you did the same, he took you to his room. Nothing really happened, just lots more kissing and cuddling as you were both so tired and sore from training, but that hardly mattered. You had been in his arms and your mouth had been kissing him and his mouth had been kissing you and nothing had ever felt so perfect.

Overwhelmed with the urge to kiss you again, Stephen got up, threw on some sweatpants and a shirt, and went off to find you.

He immediately went to the library, every step feeling lighter than the last.

When he opened the door, he was brought back down to earth.

Wong was lying on the ground, eyes shut and groaning.

Stephen went to his knees and helped the other man up, his heart hammering. “What happened?!” He asked frantically. “Who did this?!”

Once he was firmly on his feet, Wong looked at Stephen with the most stricken expression he had ever seen on anyone. “Stephen-I-I’m sorry.”

“What happened Wong?”

“Name.” He said softly, casting his eyes downwards.

All at one Stephen’s guts constricted and his heart froze while his brain went into overdrive, thinking of every possible scenario that would’ve lead to this. “Where is she? Wong where’s Name?!”

“She took the book Stephen.” Wong croaked, still unable to look up. “I ran into her last night, here, and she…” He trailed off, but Stephen was more than capable of putting two and two together.

And as he did so, he felt his heart shatter, and already knew that what had happened to his hands would always pale in comparison to this kind of hurt.

#stephen strange x reader #stephen strange imagine #fanfictionhub #doctor strange x reader #doctor strange imagine

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