Please? I'm In A Rut With Writing 😂 I Need To Know.

If there’s a male character I care about (when I’m writing), there’s like a 50% greater chance of him crying at some point because in this house, we support normalizing men and boys being emotionally expressive and vulnerable and we will never shame them for it

hey ao3 can you like give the extra $38k you made from this month’s funds drive to charity

Hey so I was gonna write something for you guys this evening, but my parents were on their usual homophobic bullshit and now im really emotional and have a headache so. I may not write anything tonight. Sorry I haven't been very active! Hope you all are well 💜

Unconditional

Keith scowls down at the stick in his hands. The damn little stick that read negative. The third damn little stick he had taken that day. He stares at it a moment longer, then drops the test into the bin and gets up from his perch on the side of the bathtub to wash his hands.

It wasn’t common for Keith to be as infertile as he was. Omegas were supposed to practically oozing fertility and vitality! His alpha would argue that he wasn’t infertile, his uterus was just annoying, but Keith would definitely beg to differ.

The omega brushes his palms against his pants and decides to throw himself into baking something while he waited for Lance to get home. They’d been trying for the past three months. He’d gone through painful procedures, medicines that made him weepy or irritable, different positions, inducing heat. None of it had worked.

So his go-to was baking. That made him more of an omega, right? Maybe if he acted more like his secondary gender, he would get pregnant. His instincts were all screwed up anyways. He wasn’t like the other omegas. Lance always liked to tease that he was an alpha hiding in an omega’s body.

Maybe being an alpha would be easier, he thinks to himself as he aggressively rolls out the cookie dough. It would certainly save Lance a lot of trouble. Then they could get a surrogate and he wouldn’t have all of those weepy, jealous emotions that came with his instincts.

By the time Keith’s alpha does come home, the kitchen smells amazing and they have about six dozen different types of cookies. Keith is washing dishes, covered in flour and muttering to himself, his brow pinched.

“I’m home,” Lance calls, undoing his tie and slipping off his shoes. “Wow. You made a lot of stuff today.”

At his mate’s silence, Lance suspects that the tests had been negative again. Uh oh. Moody Keith and peanut butter cookies were on the menu tonight. He sets all his things down before going into the kitchen.

“Baby.” He hums, wrapping his arms around the omega’s waist. He buries his face in his neck, scenting him. He could almost taste the cloying anxiety and self hatred. Lance frowns, rubbing his cheek there to try and soothe his mate’s scent with his own. “What’s up?”

“The sky.” Keith replies tersely, still tense in his grip. He reached forward, grabbing the soap and pouring it over a dirty bowl.

“No,” the alpha snorts, kissing his cheek. He reaches over, turning off the water and ignoring Keith’s annoyed grunt. “I mean what’s up with you.”

“Nothing. I’m just baking.” He mumbles, reaching over to turn the water back on. Lance catches his hands, walking backward with him and turning his mate around to face him. “And I was trying to wash dishes.” He grumps, looking up at his mate.

“You never ‘just bake’ six dozen cookies.” He tilts Keith’s chin up, brushing his thumb over his cheek. Keith avoids his gaze.

“Baby…” The alpha pleads, leaning down and brushing his nose over his mate’s cheek, gently scenting him. “Please talk to me.”

Keith’s eyes flicker shut. He takes a breath, his throat suddenly tightening with emotion. He takes a moment, melting into his mate’s attention and closing his eyes. What had he done to deserve such a patient, loving alpha?

“The test was negative again.” He whispers, opening his eyes after a moment and looking up at him. He expected disappointment or guilt or… something. But instead, he was met with a smile and a kiss to the forehead.

“I know.” Lance murmurs against his skin, wrapping his arms just a bit tighter around his waist.

“You- what? You do?”

“Yeah,” the alpha laughs, peppering kisses along his face. “Yeah. You don’t bake unless you need to make yourself feel better. I’m not complaining!” He adds quickly at Keith’s guilty expression. “The guys at work love your cookies. They’ll be happy.”

The omega lays against him, thinking this through. He presses his cheek to Lance’s shoulder, brushing his fingers over his collarbone and staring off into space. “Are you happy?” He asks after a moment, his voice rough.

Lance blinks, pulling back slightly to look down at him. “What? Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?”

“Because,” he takes a sharp breath, rubbing his stinging eyes. “Because you want a family. You want… kids and a home and… I’m not giving that to you. I just have- cookies! And negative pregnancy tests and fucked up hormones…”

“I have a family.” Lance hums, brushing a thumb under Keith’s eye. “My family is right here.”

“But I’m just… I’m just me.” Keith’s voice cracks.

“Just you is all I want. That’s all I could ask for.”

The omega sucks in a breath, looking away as a tear leaks down his cheek. How Lance - perfect, beautiful Lance - had chosen him, of all people, was beyond Keith. He was just a roughed up, foster kid, short tempered omega from the middle of nowhere Korea. It had taken two years for Lance to get him to say yes to going out with him, another year to break down the walls and figure Keith out, and six months after that to convince him that yes, the alpha wanted him as his mate.

They’d only mated a year ago. But Keith had known that Lance came from a big family and wanted at least three kids. So when they mated, he immediately went off his suppressants and had been trying to give Lance what he wanted ever since.

Twelve months of trying. You’d think by now that they would have at least had one pregnancy scare. But nothing. He could give Lance nothing. Nothing but cookies and emotions.

“Oh, baby, hey,” Lance pulls him back against him, burying his face in the omega’s hair. “Don’t cry. Please don’t cry.”

“I’m not crying.” Keith protests with a sob.

“Okay, not crying.” Lance agrees, brushing his hand up and down his mate’s back. “You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

“I just want to give you a family.” He weeps, clinging to Lance’s shirt.

“I know. I know. We’ll just keep trying.” He soothes, kissing the scent glands on his neck, trying to calm him down.

“Okay.” Keith sniffs.

They sit there for a moment before Lance picks him up, hefting him over his shoulder.

“Lance!” He squeals, patting his back. “Lance, what’re you doing?”

“Trying again!” He laughs. “Gonna get you pregnant.”

“It’s less effective when I’m not in heat,” Keith flushes, kicking his feet.

“Okay, then I’m making you feel good.” He pats his ass happily.

The house echoes with Keith’s giggling as they head down the hall. Finally, the upset omega smell was fading, leaving the house peaceful and full of life once again. Cookies sat on the counter. The sun went down outside. Things were going to be okay.

Hello again! Back with another one-shot! Sorry for the dry spell- Writers block is a bitch.

I'm writing I promise but I got bit (hehe) with the sevika vampire bug and now I need a nap. Omegaverse may be posted after vampire bc it got a little out of hand wordcount wise, my bad.

soft

Keith can’t help but stare into his eyes, lose himself in the depths of those ocean blue eyes and wonder if they, too, hold the secrets and mysteries that the sea itself does. He’s never seen such blue before - not in another persons eyes. And he’s been to so many planets, seen so many people and aliens alike, but he’s the one who gets to come home to this blue, this ocean that he isn’t afraid to drown in.

He traces over the similar markings under those lovely eyes, his touch reverent. Those eyes stare up at him, soft and inviting and fond.

“Keith,” Lance breathes underneath him. Emotion surges through him and he sits up, kneeling over him and pressing a kiss to those rosy lips.

“What’s gotten into you?” His muse, his love, the brightest star in the sky, murmurs. Keith smiles at him, tucking his hair from his eyes.

“I love you.”

Lance sucks in a breath, reaching up and tangling his fingers in ebony locks, drawing Keith closer and down into a kiss. It’s soft; purposeless and simply for the pleasure of closeness and intimacy. It was always a wonder to hear those words, to feel the intensity of emotion behind them. Keith had never been good with words. Lance considered himself lucky to have a collection of them safely tucked close to his heart.

They part after a long time, each one dusted with the slightest of redness. Lance’s eyes have softened immeasurably, his grip on Keith’s hair making it impossible for him to stray far.

“I love you, too.” He murmurs, and Keith has to stifle the glee that works its way up his throat, settling instead on a blindingly happy grin and another smothering kiss pressed to laughing lips. He could die happy here, in the gentle grip and under the soft gaze of his most favorite person in the entire cosmos.

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I was being soft for my girlfriend and stumbled upon the wip @bittenred posted a few days back so... this happened! Here’s to living vicariously through my favorite boys <3 

Problematic shipping: warehouse and delivery companies like Amazon that exploit their workers.

Not problematic shipping: any fucking fanfic.

The first time I heard the song girl crush on the radio, I skipped it so fast that my mom had no idea what had happened. The second time it came on, she listened to the first line before changing it with a disgusted, "No."

So every time that song would come on, no matter if it was with another person or on my personal Pandora radio (ah, my days before Spotify), I skipped it. And if I couldn't skip it, I found a new station or asked somebody to change the song.

Because of the reaction I'd gotten from my mom from the first line, I was too scared to go any further and listen to the rest of the song (it's actually a very sad song about a girl who wants a man but he's already taken, so she wishes she were more like his girlfriend). This is basically how I'm dealing with coming out.

I know that if I say the words "I'm gay", it's going to end up just like the song did - a change of the radio station, disgust, or ranting about how wrong it is. My song will be skipped and ignored - or worse. She could listen to me all the way to the end, only to pick me apart and tear down the beautiful song I'd been practicing and playing for months just to get right.

So for now, I skip that song. I change the radio. I lay low. Because my time hasn't come yet. But when it does, I know I'll be ready to hold my head high. I won't waver. I will sing about my girl crush until I'm blue in the face and until that's all she hears.

Because I love my girlfriend, and we deserve much more than ten seconds on the radio of time.

There’s a fic on fanfiction(.)net that I’ve kept tabs on for years to see if it’s been updated or not. While I’m no longer even in the fandom it’s written for, it just has one of the greatest storylines I’ve ever read. Last time it was updated was 2011.

The other day, I decided to reread the entire thing and leave a very in-depth review of what I thought of each chapter. I also mentioned how I started reading it when I was 13 and am now 21, but always came back to see if it was ever finished because I loved it so dearly.

Today, said author sent me a private message saying that her analytics showed that the story was still getting views even after all these years, but no one ever bothered to leave reviews other than “update soon!!!”, so she never felt motivated enough to finish it. She said that me reviewing every single chapter with lengthy paragraphs made her cry and meant the world to her. She also mentioned that she felt encouraged to write the two remaining chapters needed to complete the story and that she would send me a message the night before she updates the fic.

I’m literally sobbing. I’m so excited :’)

Please always remember to leave a review when reading fanfiction!!! It means a lot to a writer.

actually kinda funny to me that fanfiction is known as a hobby for cringe 13 year olds because personally over half of the fanfic authors i know are married 30 year olds with mediocre admin jobs they attend to inbetween posting chapters of their latest gay sex epic adventure