So this will be my first time posting one of these on here. It's more of an experiment than anything else, but I had an idea for a one-shot/fic and I figured I'd see if anyone would be interested before I invest actual time into it, you know?
He's wanted you since the first day of classes. Something about you draws him in like a moth to a flame. He's done his best to keep himself in check, but every night when he patrols the dorms, he checks in on you, slipping his head into your room.
If you're up, then he makes sure to check in on some of the others to make sure he doesn't arouse suspicion, but if you're asleep, he watches you sleep for a bit, admiring your features.
After his dorm patrol is over, he goes to his own room and locks the door, using his rolled up undershirt as a gag as he violently pumps his cock, not even waiting to get all the way out of his hero suit. He thinks of the way your lips move when you talk, how they would taste on his, how you've got just the right figure, how he wants to touch every inch of you with his rough hands.
Sometimes, if training is one on one and you volunteer to be used in his demonstration, he rubs one out during his lunch break, barely making it to his room before he loses his composure completely.
As teens are wont to do, you start experimenting on yourself, and hearing you pant and moan under your own ministrations has him hard instantly. His impulse tells him to burst through your door and ravage you the way you deserve until his cock is coated in your juices and your voice gives out from screaming his name, but he knows that he shouldn't, so he fights it with everything he has and opts to just listen.
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Please like this and/or tell me if you'd like to see it more detailed. I'm not quite prepared to do a lot of asks, but if you want, you can send me something to mull over for later.
You're not, like, required to put your AGAB in your bio, btw. And if someone thinks your AGAB is their business then you're allowed to ask if they're a cop.
I genuinely think you should stop centering your AGAB as part of your present day identity and putting your AGAB in your bio to reinforce that. Tbh. We need to stop obsessing over AGAB. The expectation that strangers online need to divulge that information as if it validates/invalidates their lived experiences is kinda authoritarian. You can't control the fact that people of any AGAB will have had an array of lived experiences that can't be neatly categorized and often overlap. Stop trying to.
unfortunately very true. Doing Better does not always mean never being upset or never being triggered or never having trouble. often Doing Better means experiencing those things and being able to keep going/cope healthily/move on. if you’re in a bubble with no sensation, if you’re numbing yourself out, that’s not what recovering really is. it won’t help you have a happier life it’ll just make your world smaller and smaller until you can’t fit anywhere anymore. gotta learn to make peace with the hard stuff too, that’s the only way to keep going
If that trans girl gets super weirdly apologetic, like is borderline apologizing for breathing or is apologizing for things that are basically nothing/happened forever ago, whatever you do, do not leave her alone. Chances are it's one of two things, and neither of them are good; she's either bordering on a breakdown and thinks basically everything she does is wrong, or is past that point and desperately wants to make sure no one's angry at her before she hurts herself/takes her own life. You might think it's weird, you might get tired of it and want to push her away, but for the love of god do not do that. Her apologizing every 0.5 seconds is because she's been taught not to value her own emotions, but they're overpowering her and she doesn't know what to do other than apologize like her life depends on it. Her life might not depend on it, but it very well could depend on how you respond to her heart's most desperate cries for help
a gentle, sweet "are you apologizing for the sun shining? :)" is one of my favorite ways to respond to other trans women who apologize for existing, for taking up space, for having needs, for wanting to be known and loved. you have to let her know she matters to you, that her presence is like the sunshine
when I treat trans women this way, I notice they apologize less over time and get more comfortable voicing their needs to me without shrinking themselves
Do you ever have a scene in your head that is so absolutely perfect in every sense of the word?
The characters are in the right place in the scene, aligned and in sync. They have witty dialogue, and exchanges that are for the history books. They're movements go with the flow. Their emotions match the feel of the scene. The description lights it up like a Christmas lights. It's wonderful. It's extravagant. It's the best scene ever thought up. An idea that leads to complete obsession. Every detail lives in your mind. It doesn't leave. It won't. It continues to morph and evolve into something even better. And better. And better.
Then, when you finally sit down to write it, it all disappears, snatched away by time. It's all in fragments. The dialogue is lost to the sands. Description becomes rigid and blurry. It becomes imperfect. That's right, it turns into mediocrity. The perfection swallowed by whatever force it came from. Another scene ripped up and discarded, or written and mended over time.
Me: *reblogging tumblr posts* Yessss go write the fic you want to see in the world!!! Create that self-indulgent story!!! Start your fanfic-writer arc!!!!
Also me: *stares at my various unposted WIPs and half-baked ideas* I am not responsible for you.
oh my god i'm so tired psychotic does not mean violent it does not mean angry or erratic. it refers to a person suffering from psychosis, a loss of touch with reality that includes hallucinations and/or delusions. psychotic people are not inherently violent and y'all need to understand how much stigma you create when you again and again incorrectly use the word psychotic without even thinking about it
I’m sorry my lovelies but the reason you hate yourself is because you treat you like shit. If you came up to me and then told me I was a fuck up who could never do anything right I'd fucking hate you too.
if you didn't let me go to bed until after midnight because you'd rather watch Netflix than let me rest, and then got mad at me for not being productive the next day I'd be PISSED
Love is a verb! Self love isn’t a warm fuzzy feeling, it is compassion and action in support of yourself!
And yes, this includes having compassion for the bully in your head. Unfortunately that part is also you and deserves as much of your understanding as the rest of you.
This is the real reason why you need to be kind to the bully in your brain too, because that motherfucker is really good at doing a switcheroo when you're not paying attention.
thank you ao3 for being an archive and not an algorithm. thank you for letting me like things without consequences, thank you for being free with no ads, thank you for having lawyers to defend our freedom of speech. thank you tag wranglers. thank you to all authors and thank you ao3
"stories dont need conflict" girl anything can be a conflict if ur story is about chickens going on adventures the conflict is the fucking fence they gotta hop over. if ur story is about making a lovely cup of tea the conflict can be turning on the stove. like u literally cannot write a story without conflict
ALSO i hate mfers who say this shit and then go "thats why i like ghibli movies cuz theyve got no conflict" OH YOU MEAN HOWLS MOVING CASTLE, NAUSICAA, PRINCESS MONONOKEY CASTLE IN THE SKY ETC THAT ARE ALL ABOUT THE HORRORS OF WAR
even the ones that arent about the horrors of war. in kiki's delivery service kiki growing up and learning to trust people and accept help is the central conflict of the story!! my neighbour totoro's central conflict is how the girls are dealing with their mom being sick and the responsibility they feel this puts on them!! i could go on!!
Sharing this because it's still important. People are afraid to travel now for fear they'll be next to go down in a plane. And I think I also saw earlier that the organization that does trains has also been hit, so it's getting fuckin SCARY in this bitch
I got my (now 18-year-old) daughter into Ao3 back in 2021. I taught her she should always comment - even if the fic looks old or abandoned or whatever. She did.
Well - she got this email this morning:
The fic was written in 2014 and essentially abandoned.
Bethy read and reviewed in 2021 (and was actually the only person who had commented at all).
Today in 2025 - the final chapter was posted by the author and this was her reply to Bethy’s comment.
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Never question whether a fic is too old to comment on.