Maggie (she/her), from Europe. This blog is a consequence of the covid19 virus. don´t blame ME. Carmy Berzatto 🐻 Lip Gallagher 🚬 and this one Golden boy that's been on my mind (aka Bradley Bradshaw) 🐔, Hollanov 🏒
Fine Line
It's the other way around, aka Ilya bottoms this one time.
i've learned to recognize your voice
Shane likes what Ilya does to him a little too much.
Connor x Hudson (Heated Rivalry RFP)
Okay. Fine. He has a crush. A real one. Annoying. Inconvenient. Deeply unhelpful.
this monstrous fire (completed on April 3rd)
Carmen Berzatto (The Bear)
Cracks and Gaps series
You meet Carmen in Copenhagen through a mutual friend and bond over shared experiences. After following his rising career from afar, you reconnect in Chicago when he renovates his late brother’s restaurant. As an editor, you can’t miss an opportunity to find out more about the comeback of this chef prodigy.
- part I The Worst Day
- part II The Waterfall
- part III The Cat Shrine
What You Can't Bury Give Away
NY!Carmy x Fem!Reader, explicit - Just before Carmen goes back to Chicago, he needs to see you.
request one shot
Carmen x Fem!Reader, explicit - "I can't do this without you"
stepdad!Carmen headcanons (as in he's the stepdad of your child - not yours, calm down please)
Promptober "blindfolds" one shot
part two
Carmen x Fem!Reader, explicit, a smidche of pain!kink, a pinch of dom!Reader
December 1st
Carmen x gn!Reader, from my seasonal prompt list: “Thank you for spending time with me today” & “First kiss”
Not Monday
Carmen x Fem!Reader, explicit from my seasonal prompt list: “You know you didn’t have to get me anything” & Touch starved
Richie Jerimovich (The Bear)
Obsession
Richie x Fem!Reader, explicit, drabble - “I can only think about you. It’s fucking annoying.”
- more from this universe, freeform
- another installment - “Don’t look at me like that”
- All to Myself
Lip Gallagher (Shameless)
request one shot
Lip x Fem!Reader - Lip doesn't think he's good enough for you.
request one shot II
Lip x Fem!Reader, explicit - friends with benefits
request drabble
Lip x Fem!Reader, fluff, establilshed relationship - fixing the other's hairstyle to let their hands run through their partner's hair
drabble from my seasonal request list
Lip x Fem!Reader, explicit, "I just wanna take care of you"
Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw (Top Gun: Maverick)
Wait For Me in the Sky
After four years apart, you travel to San Diego to visit your childhood best friend — Bradley Bradshaw — before he leaves for another Top Gun mission. Excited and a little apprehensive, you come face to face with his grown-up self, and find that the bond you once shared may be shifting into something more. The questions remain: why has he reached out now, and why did you accept?
Part I
Part II
Part III
Part IV
Part V (updated December 20th)
(completed)
Daryl Dixon x Beth Greene (The Walking Dead)
Like Eating Glass
Beth and Daryl make it to Alexandria. Separately.
soooooo, you're an amazing, amazing writer and i'd like to be amazing too. do you have any advice on how to get there?
first of all thank you anon!!! super kind of you to say. second of all quite a broad question haha I will try to break it down into pieces!
be comfortable with criticism: it's very tragic but good writing takes a lot of beating up. try to find a trusted critique group (i've had my writing group for about 6.5 years now) because only then do you understand how very difficult it is to translate what you feel (this is amazing!) to a non-invested audience (i'm confused and you are describing buildings too much, liz)
read a lot, and read critically: get a feel for pacing and style. note how foreshadowing and imagery is used to create tension and move a plot forward. know your genre - romance novels have a different pace and style to thrillers.
always ask 'why': why is this scene important? why would the character do this? if the answer is 'because I the author needs them to' think again. every single scene should move the plot forward in some way. emotional plot beats count as much as narrative beats too!! almost all of my writing is to do with emotional beats so I am always thinking, ok, what in this scene changes things between these characters? if this scene was cut, does this impact the plot in any way? this also is something you should always have front of mind when editing btw!
be conscious of show vs tell: now I don't think EVERYTHING needs to be shown but be careful not to spoon-feed the reader too much. instead of saying 'he felt scared' use 'his heart raced, palms clammy'. instead of 'she had a difficult relationship with her mum' use 'this was just like mother. always criticising, even the smallest things, and then acting surprised when she got hurt by it'.
and speaking of, be careful of veil words: things like 'she felt/she heard/she saw' water down prose. 'she felt her stomach drop' is punchier as 'her stomach dropped'. also, maybe controversially, the opposite is true - don't over-thesaurise. 'he said' is basically an invisible dialogue tag, you don't need 'he yelled/he screamed/he purred' every time, it gets distracting.
remember the benefits of POV and tense: 1st person POV means you're right in your character's head. you are feeling more, and describing less. 3rd person is more omniscient, so you can get away with a bit more overhead descriptors. present tense is fast, emotional; past is structured, technical. there's a reason a lot of romance is 1st person present tense, for example, and more dense work like sff or historical fiction is 3rd person past. you will find you write differently depending on the combination too. and speaking of, be wary of passives with your verbs. 'She was walking' has a different feeling to 'she walked'.
last one - trust your reader: be creative! be experimental with your language. use a weird metaphor. invoke touch/taste/smell as well as visuals. the sun can be bright as a pair of marigold gloves, the light silky as melted butter, the air heavy with the smell of unwashed skin, salty as miso soup. also you don't always have to announce how your character is feeling. let the reader make their own choices. ambiguity is ok, encouraged even. I particularly like it when multiple things could be true - it's up to you as the reader to come up with your own conclusions.
do you think right after they film an intense sex scene Connor collapses on top of hudson for a quick cuddle in just their cock socks before they get handed their robes?
I do like to imagine part of chala's services include a pause for post-nut aftercare where everyone else leaves the set and lets them do their cuddling and pillowtalk for 10-15 minutes. if i'm feeling particularly rabid I imagine if one day jacob leaves the camera rolling and he somewhere has unedited footage of them nuzzling noses and telling each other how good they were. connor helping hudson get a deep stretch in his adductors because he mentioned he was a bit sore from the day before. hudson cupping connor's jaw in his hands and grinning at him as they steal a few little kisses, in character, right? it's what shane and ilya would do.
one day jacob comes back and finds the footage and decides he will quietly delete it before anyone else can. and starts preparing his So You Think You're In Love With Your Co-Star director-dad speech
What Tierney refers to as "the cutest thing in the world," however, is when he's watching the rushes, a.k.a. dailies, the raw, unedited footage shot from a day on set. "Listening to them check in on each other in low voices during the sex," he recalls. "Like, 'You good?' 'Do you want me to move something?' They're so aware of each other."
For @hollanovmicrofic a short fic loosely inspired by Ember & Ice about the fairy dudes (thank you @not-me-burning 🧚♂️💔) but make it Hollanov aka Hollanov Fantasy AU
prompt "angel"
wc 1501
rating M
“There you are, gotcha!” Shane announces cheerfully after he crawls through the narrow passage between the leafy shrubs leading to the small clearing.
Ilya’s already there, leaning against the tree. Their tree.
There’s no joy in Ilya’s expression. A hint of worry casting a shadow over his features. His arms are crossed over his chest. He looks like he’s bracing for something rather than excited to be reunited with his best friend.
Shane’s step falters as he approaches him.
“Ilya,” he says quietly, almost afraid to say the name aloud after such a long time. He had only dared to murmur it into the darkness of the night, in the deepest of his sleep.
The clearing is unusually quiet. No birdsong. No laughter. Only the rustling of leaves overhead and the distant hum of the castle beyond the gardens.
It feels wrong.
This place had always belonged to the two of them. A sanctuary hidden from tutors, guards, and royal obligations. Shane cannot remember a single time they had met here only to stand in silence.
“You found it,” he says, forcing a small laugh. “I thought for a moment you might've forgotten the way.”
That earns him a faint, sad smile of Ilyya's lips.
“I could never forget.”
Relief blooms in Shane's chest.
“Ilya, it can finally be like it used to. Aren’t you excited? Didn’t you miss me? Because I missed you. So much.”
“You don’t understand, Shane. I’m not here to say hello. I came to say goodbye.”
Shane frowns. “What do you mean?”
He truly doesn’t understand. What is Ilya saying? Does he not want them to be together again? Has he not missed the wrestling, the playful fights, the races through sky and across the fields on the back of their horses? Has he not missed the quiet days here, reading books and talking about the olden days. About all the adventures still waiting in faraway lands?
“It was not supposed to be like this…” Ilya says, shaking his head slowly. “Did you really not notice how the people look at me now? At my wings?” and he shifts them - or tries to.
“Please, don’t hurt yourself further!” Shane exclaims,reaching toward him as though he could to stop him.
Ilya bats his hands away and turns aside, lowering his face in humiliation. Only Ilya is never embarrassed. Shane knows that! He’s the bravest man he’s ever known, always so strong and certain in all his doings.
“I’m broken,” Ilya says with a bitter scoff.
His wings tremble. One bears a jagged tear along the lower edge, the other is missing an entire section. Their brilliant rainbow sheen has faded, replaced by dull, uneven patches that no longer catch the light.
Just as he had when he first saw Ilya's wings in the palace courtyard, where crowds had gathered to welcome the victorious soldiers home. The cheers had dissolved into whispers as Ilya rode past, sitting tall and proud upon his horse, his chin lifted high despite the evidence of war displayed in the tattered remains of his once-glorious wings.
He will never fly again.
“You want them to see you with me?” Ilya says quietly, reading the turmoil on Shane's face as he always has.
Shane bites his lips, caught. Horrified at the implication that he would be ashamed of his friendship with Ilya.
“The Prince spending his precious time with a cripple?” Ilya carries on, accusing. Mean. He moves to face him again, his blue eyes searching Shane’s face.
He’s already shaking his head. “You’re not a cripple,” he says fiercely. “You are a hero.”
Shane's hands curl into fists, his nails digging into his palms.
“Wars pass, people forget,” Ilya shrugs. “One day I’m a hero. The next, I’m no one.”
“You are not no one to me.” Shane's voice barely rises above a whisper. “You are everything.”
The confession hangs between them.
The world seems to hold its breath.
Ilya looks up sharply, surprise flashing across his face as he studies Shane, whose cheeks are already burning. His tongue had moved faster than his mind. The words had slipped free before he could stop them.
“Oh?” Ilya tilts his head.
Even now, Shane can't help but think he's beautiful.
The war has left its mark on him. His face is leaner than it used to be, his cheekbones sharper beneath pale skin, yet his blue eyes are as striking as ever. His lips - soft, impossibly pink against his tired complexion - part slightly as though he's forgotten how to breathe.
Four years since Shane watched him ride away.
Four years since he said goodbye to the older boy he’d been inseparable since his birth into the royal family. His dearest companion, his best friend. The knight of the royal guard. But he never perceived him as just a knight - Ilya was more than another docile soldier who obeyed commands. He was smart and funny and witty. He gave Shane a hard time, never cared much about his royal status.
Shane had always liked to believe Ilya would’ve dedicated his unwavering attention to him, even without the official knightly oath. The memory of the day Ilya left for war still haunted him. Since then, he had debated countless times whether he had made the right decision not to confess his true feelings on that day.
The thought of Ilya dying without ever knowing the true nature of the love Shane held for him had always terrified him even more.
“And now you’re telling me that you are leaving once again?” Shane says mournfully, looking away to prevent Ilya from seeing his eyes fill with tears. He’s being petulant, he knows, but he cannot lose his Ilya again.
“For good?” he asks, plaintively, wiping at his eyes with the sleeve of his linen shirt.
That must get to Ilya, because he’s pushing off the tree trunk, stepping close, into Shane’s space, hands coming up to cup his face.
“Shane,” Ilya urges softly. “Shane…” He’s stroking Shane’s cheeks with his thumbs, his long fingers cradling his face. And Shane is melting. His heart is, and he sobs with it. He lets his arms sneak around Ilya’s slim waist, gripping his muscular back, squeezing as he quietly cries while Ilya wipes the tears away. Every single one.
“I wished to have you back,” he mumbles through his tears, throat tight, “nothing else. I prayed to the Gods. I would’ve given up everything to keep you safe. I always gave you everything, didn’t I?”
He’s not making sense, but he’s hoping that Ilya will understand. That he’s got Shane’s utter devotion and love.
“I know,” Ilya tells him as he leans closer to nose at Shane’s hairline, his temple, sniffing. His lips touch Shane’s ear as he whispers:
“I am yours.”
Shane lets out a strange, muffled noise at that, letting Ilya tilt his head back, baring his throat to Ilya’s lips. They are hot as they press against the side of his neck, his Adam’s apple, the column of his throat - pliant as Ilya moves him with his sure hands.
His erection is pushing against his fly. He’s unaware of it until he feels one of Ilya’s hands fall down between their bodies and gently press against his cock.
“Do you think you can give this to me too? Like everything else?”
“Is it not - wrong?”
“No. No. You are a good boy, aren’t you? Good boys don’t want wrong things, do they?”
Shane shakes his head, cheeks aflame. He can’t meet Ilya’s gaze, his taunting voice making him tremble. Maybe… maybe it’s okay to want…
“There’s so many things I wanna do to you. Will you let me?”
He’s nodding before he can fully process what Ilya is asking of him. He doesn’t care. It’s him who crosses the remaining inch dividing their faces, him who presses his lips to Ilya’s in a bold yet unsure manner.
He’s dreamt of kissing Ilya many times but the reality surpasses even the most vivid fantasy.
“Like this, you will always have a piece of me with you,” Ilya promises sweetly. “We will be bound forever.”
Shane moans at that, unable to keep the sounds in. He reaches blindly for the hem of Ilya’s shirt, needing to touch his bare skin. Ilya is so warm there…
Through the haze, Shane watches Ilya undo the knot on his silk tie, the strip of maroon fabric weaving through his slender fingers. It is the tie Shane had gifted him before they parted. How did he not notice Ilya wearing it until now?
“Can I show you how much I missed you, angel?” Ilya asks, taking hold of both Shane’s wrists and binding them together with the soft fabric.
“Just let it happen, okay?” he says, the gentle, low tone of his voice coaxing Shane into submission.
The wind stirs the leaves overhead, and somewhere beyond their hidden refuge, the castle bells mark the passing hour. Here, time seems to stand still.
Stephanie Hare's favorite part of her paper-making process is the mesmerizing swirl of the pulp. "The way that the graceful, long Kozo fibers float and slowly churn together, disintegrating and blending into a cloudy abyss still hypnotizes me with every batch," she says. This is also where she can experiment with color and texture. She currently loves saturated jewel tone pigments like deep blue, forest green, and rich ruby.
