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weirdmageddonbaby · 3 years ago

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It was Friday night. Twin time was always scheduled for them to stay up as late as possible. It was always the best to look forward to. Especially after an awful week. Finals were coming up and Mable was definitely not feeling it. Though the mighty Dipster helped her of course. Tutored the crap outta her brain. Enough to make her feel prepped for the finals but she still wasn’t a hundreds percent. But none of that mattered. She just wanted to relax with her bro-bro and have a great night like always. The ‘rents told them yesterday they weren’t going to be home until Monday having a little getaway. This meant for a great playlist. As soon as she got home from school she started her playlist. Some of it was from her crush playlist she listened to when she needed to get some feels out with a lil help of music. It was just her process. But there were some solid hits on there she couldn’t pass up listening to. No matter the occasion. She checked her phone’s lock screen that illuminated the numbers 9:30 PM. Time to be the snack brigade. Even if that was a one Mabel job.

Mabel knew the usual menu for their night. Nachos in the huge bowl with as much cheese as the bowl can contain. The frosted cookies that have no real flour but tasted good enough to eat ten of them in one sitting. Pitt soda they always have stacked in the mini fridge in the garage she had to haul into the living room on the floor. A few candy bags they already picked out from the store a few days before. Gummy koalas they had a least three packages. Maybe if she was in the willing mood she’d share half a bag with him. She laid it all down on the coffee table as she grabbed the remote for the tv. Changing the input for their old wii. They haven’t played in ages but golly was it fun to play when they were younger. She heard Dipper talk a few weeks ago about how he never beat her at bowling. Claiming that she knew a wii bowling cheat somehow all these years. She wouldn’t break his heart admitting to the truth he just sucked at the release button. She giggled at herself as she connected the wires into the back of the tv. A click from the front door to her brother coming home on time as always. He smirks, “Wow Mable you’ve outdone yourself yet again.” He glances at the food displayed then turning to the tv. “Awe man you better not play bowling all night.” He throws his bag to the floor while slipping off his shoes shoving them to the side. He grabs a controller with a determined look. “Listen bro if you can’t take heat get outta the kitchen.” She points a finger towards their actual kitchen with the controller wrapped in the rest of her fingers. Dipper can’t help himself, “Oh take some of your own advice hot pants.” She grins stretching to get herself limber. They already pick bowling and smirk determinedly at one another.

An hour has already passed. “Ugh god Mabel teach me. This has to be rigged it’s impossible to win without cheating.” She laughs with her stomach shaking, “Listen dear brother-o-mine. You just suck at wii bowling and must accept fate that I queen of wii bowling thy Mabel is superior than thy loser Dipper.” He huffs on her direction but she’s already moved on to putting on some sweet jams. She grabs a small speaker shaped like a panda with his ears and stomach where the speaker booms out whatever she plays. Tapping the screen of her phone as music starts off with an icon beat recognized soon as it plays. “Oh my glob. C’mon this is so good you gotta come dance with the dancin’ queen.” He grins upward at her from sitting against the couch on the floor. “The queen at dancing too, gosh I just can’t win can I?” She chuckles, “Not a chance dippy-drop.” She’s inching her hand out to pull him. They inch towards the part where the kitchen meets the living room. Enough room for them to move around in. She sets Dipper to one side of the room and goes back to the other. She starts to stretch her legs out striding very slowly. Getting closer and closer to him as she makes a sultry face. She mouths, “Oh I wanna dance with somebody, I wanna feel the heat with somebody.” He can’t help but play along and mouth along as well throwing his head back waiting for her to get closer to him. She’s now shimming to the beat still badly lip sinking as expressive as possible. As soon as their faces meet he catches her off guard.

He laces her fingers with his in one quick motion before she can register it. He swings her round having her back go onto his chest. Another quick turn around and she’s face to face with him. Whew, where the heck did these moves come from. He then pushes her out with his arm still laced in her’s now with her grip tight as well. She notices his temples starting to bead sweat but he doesn’t show any sign of stopping. He gives himself enough room and leans Mabel far back. His grip is tight enough on her lower back and strong enough of a stance she is secure in his grip. She instinctively wraps her arms around his neck. They just glance into one another’s eyes. Dipper’s face turns bright crimson with his sweat on his forehead becomes prominent. He swallows hard before bringing his sister back up to a standing positon. He rubs hard on the back of his neck while trying to hide his face into his hat. “I uh gotta run to the um bathroom I’ll be back in a sec.” Mabel airily replies,”Okay.”

She sits on the couch almost still like. She can’t put her finger on why he’s acting like that or what just happened. We we’re just dancing right? Sure he was putting down some moves that could swoon and sweep someone right off their feet. But this is the Dipster. The awkward gawker walker. He was probably just trying to practice. But why did he get embarrassed ? He’s got not-a-thang to be ashamed of. Swear to it if some guy did that to we’d be in smooch town about now. Oh wait- shush Mabel not now. Any gal would be lucky to have broshep. He is the the hot trot boy around town. He has all that manly scruff and gosh the hair he has IS EVERYWHERE now but it’s not unattractive its a nice look. She stops herself from thinking further. The too much complimenting on her twin brothers appearance was enough to make her blink twice. She noticed it but never did she say to herself what she thought about it. Now the possibility of it being considered attractive felt like crossing a boundary that was kinda never crossed. She didn’t want to. It has an odd feeling about it. But the longer she was left alone the more it took hold of her thoughts. He was really putting the work in. God that dip was dipping fantastic. The way he held her she never felt before. That grip. She bit her lip replaying the feeling and move he did over and over. It was tight hold but lingering just in the right place to make her limp. She never had that happen from any of her little flings. This was new territory for her. For some reason her brother was giving her this almost new yet a familiar feeling at the same time. She hated to acknowledge any of this. Nope no way shush you are just too caught up in the dancin moves and the music that is all ya lil silly brain. She was almost taunting herself. If that was the case then why are you gripping the couch to keep not from floating away. Why are you freaked out if nothing happened? Why can’t you drop this?

She hears her brothers feet walk down the stairs. “H-hey Mabes. Sorry about that uh thing I just got a little carried away.” She looks at him. He is twiddling his thumbs back n forth waiting for her to reply breaking the silence. She can see his face is still beat red. All she can mange is a soft, “No worries. It was nice. Very uh sweet.” She’s never had an issue talking to her brother. Why is she stumbling on her words now. “Whew I’m a lil winded from all that…stuff so imma head to bed.” He shows a worried brow but it turns to him nodding slowly picking up the food. He swoosh’s her hand away. “It’s alright Mabes you look a lil tired go ahead I’ll take care of it.” She makes a shrug, “Thanks bro-bro.” She grabs her phone and speaker that still plays as she quietly closes her bedroom door. Her fluorescent lights in her room are twinkling hues of pinks and purples. She sets her phone and speaker to the end of her bed as she sits there quietly. She can’t help but stare at the floor where her knee high socks in blue and orange neon colors of gummy worm design are bouncing bursting of color against the beige shaggy carpet. She bites her lip again. She can hear a same tune of a song she listens too fondly when she’s having a crush. Her one finger starts to pick at her thumb’s skin. She starts to hear out of her speaker, “Just a sweet sweet fantasy babyyyy.” Her imagination takes her mind for a ride as she replays Dipper dipping her down to then him leaning in for a kiss. She stares at the wall in shock. This can’t be happening. She begs her mind to stop but she keeps seeing him kissing her. Her body can only will her to stare at the wall that is bare. She is left terrified of herself.

#pinecest #pinecest fic #maybe a chapter type story if people want more of this #twin time #chapter 1

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ambivalent-anarchy · 5 years ago

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Empire State Of Mind

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Gender: Female

Pairing: Peter Parker x stark!reader

Warning: None

Summary- (FLUFF)(CRACK)the story of how Peter Parker got over his fear of heights (I was inspired by one of Peter's lines in the Spiderman ps4 game)

A/N: Okay this is me getting back to fics because apparently the only way I can actually get inspiration to write is if I'm procrastinating sooooooo since school has started I guess there will be lots of that lol

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When Peter told Ned about his fear of heights, he completely freaked out.

"You can't be afraid of heights. You're Spiderman!," he whisper-shouted at their lunch table. "How can Spiderman be afraid of heights?!"

Peter shrugged. "I dunno, maybe I'll just have to get over it eventually."

"But if the spider gave you strength, perfect eyesight, and all those other awesome things. How could it not give you the ability to not be afraid of heights?!," Ned asked, utterly confused. "I mean, spiders aren't afraid of heights."

"Yeah Ned, I know. But-"

"And if spiders aren't afraid of heights then when the spider bit you, you should've picked up that trait too, right?"

"Ned-"

"-Maybe you just got a really lame spider. Maybe the spider that bit you was afraid of heights and he was a spider outcast and-"

"Ned!"

When Peter told MJ about his fear of heights, she immediately mentally prepared herself for his funeral.

"How is Spiderman afraid of heights?"

Pete groaned. "I don't know..."

"I knew it," she sighed. "You're gonna die."

"Wait, what?"

"You can't be out there saving the city while being afraid of heights. That doesn't mix," she explained matter-of-factly. "You're gonna die."

"I'll get over it, MJ. I just have to keep trying."

She shook her head. "Whatever you say, loser. But when you die, the only thing I'll be saying at your funeral is 'I told ya so'."

When Peter told Harry about his fear of heights, he teased him about it relentlessly.

Peter braced himself. "And before you say it, yeah I know: 'How is Spiderman afraid of heights?'. Ha. Ha. Funny."

Harry tossed a pretzel into his mouth. "That's pretty pitiful, Pete," he snickered.

"Yeah I know-"

"-You're supposed to be the 'Amazing' Spiderman, not the 'I-can-only-save-you-if-we're-under-fifty-feet' Spiderman."

"You know what? I'm just going to stop telling people," Peter mumbled, hiding his face into his hands.

"C'mon, I'm just messing with you, bro," Harry teased. "But seriously, how can Spiderman be afraid of heights? That's like Ironman being afraid of iron!"

Peter stared. "...it's really not though."

"Whatever." Harry reached over to ruffle Peter's hair with his hand. "Just come to the penthouse tonight and I'll throw you off the roof. Bam. Fear conquered."

"..."

When Peter told you about it, you did the natural Stark thing to do, and helped him out...after teasing him of course.

"How the fuck are you Spiderman and you're afraid of heights? How does that even work?," you laughed.

"Ugh, not you too [Y/N]," he groaned.

"Why're you scared if you've got your webs?," she interjected again. "As long as you remember those, you can't fall."

"That doesn't really help."

"Wait, so you save all those people in tall buildings while you're so scared of heights? Wow. You're even more awesome now."

Peter shrugged it off. "I guess when the moment comes to save people, I kind of have to push the fear aside, y'know?"

"Aaaand why are you even telling me this? What, you want me to fix you or something?" You laughed again, slapping the table. "I'm good with robots, Pete. I'm not a wizard."

Peter shuffled in his seat. "Well I-i was kind of hoping that... maybe you could h-help me?"

You raised an eyebrow. "And how would I do that?," you asked, giggling a bit. "Push you off avengers tower?," you teased.

"A-actually I was hoping for the Empire State Building..."

You paused. "...wait, what?"

Peter nodded in response.

"Pete..I was only kidding... Like really, are you being foreal?!"

He smiled, patting his hands on his lap nervously. "Will you?"

"You're going to fall off the Empire State Building to get over your fear of heights?," you asked.

He nodded uncertainly. "Yep."

"...And you want me to push you off said building?"

"Yeah pretty much," he confirmed.

You stared in disbelief for a moment before checking your watch. "The things I'll do for your dumbass," you sighed. "Alright. Meet me at the top of the Empire State at four. But if you die...I will not be held responsible.

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Peter crawled cautiously along the side of the Empire State Building, being sure to never look down.

'You're not that high, Pete. You're not,' he told himself. 'You're only like twelve....t-twelve....hun....'

"Twelve h-h-hundred fucking feet off the fucking ground oh my goshhh!," he whimpered, squeezing his eyes shut as he continued up the building. "Oh my God, please let me live."

He crawled with his eyes closed until he couldn't feel the thick glass wall anymore. Peter jumped over the railing of the 103 floor observation deck and finally placed his feet on solid ground.

"Wow, Spiderman. You're literally shaking," he heard your voice laugh.

Peter looked at you, wide-eyed as you sat on top of the railing, legs pointed outward, facing the city. "How are you not terrified right now?!"

You shrugged. "I literally take the iron suit for a joy-ride like every week. Heights don't bother me. Now, are we doing this or not?"

"J-just.. gimme a second," he mumbled. "You can do this, Peter. You can do this," he pep-talked himself. "You got this."

You remained sitting on the railing and swinging your legs, trying to give Peter some space to get himself together.

After what felt like about ten mintues, you looked over at him. "You okay over there, Pete?"

Peter took a deep breath and gave a small nod before peeking over the side of the building, which he quickly realized was more than just a big mistake on his part. "F-fuck no!" He quickly stepped back until he was the furthest he could be from the edge. "It's too high! I-i can't do this!"

You groaned. "C'mon, Pete. Wasn't this your idea anyway?"

"Actually it was sort of Harry's!," he stammered. "...[Y/N]..I-i really don't think I can do this."

You ran towards him, cupping his face with your hands. "Hey, hey... relax. You're gonna be okay. You hear me?"

Slowly, he began to nod. "...O-okay," he sighed and took the time to prepare himself again. "I think I'm ready."

You backed away a bit. "You sure?"

"..no."

"Look," you said. "Y'know, you don't have to do this if you really don't want to."

"No," Peter declared, squeezing his eyes shut, his hands turning to fists. "No, I said I'm going to do it today. So I have to do it today. I have to."

"Well then let's do it."

"But I can't!," he whined.

You groaned. 'If this dork doesn't make up his mind.'

Then it hit you.

"I guess when the moment comes to save people, I kind of have to push the fear aside, y'know?"

He'd told you the answer to his problems without even knowing.

"Got it," you whispered.

Turning around quickly, you climbed back over the railing separating the standing area from the edge of the building with a mischievous smile.

Once comfortable, you started to rock, swinging your legs back and forth. "Golly gee, Peter. I sure hope I don't fall!," you yelled dramatically in the perfect 'woe-is-me' fashion.

Confused, he looked up from where he was frozen in place. "[Y/N], what?"

You continued to speak dramatically and robotically. "Oh it would be such a shame if maybe I were to..." You gestured a person falling with your hand until it finally reached the end. "Splat!"

"[Y/N], c'mon. Stop."

"And I suppose if I were to happen to be plummeting to my death-" you looked over at him with wide eyes. "-The only person capable of saving me would be the AMAZING Spiderman!"

"[Y/N]. I'm not kidding around. Seriously, this is dumb."

"Gee wilikers! I guess my life is in your hands now Spidey!," you smirked before throwing yourself off the edge of the Empire State Building.

"[Y/N]! What the fuck!"

"Whooooooooooooo!," you yelled as you fell, confident that he would catch you.

Rolling his eyes and cursing under his breath, Peter immediately threw caution to the wind as he jumped over the fence. The only thing on his mind was catching you.

'You idiotic bitch of a girl that I love...'

Gathering his crazy surroundings, he looked around until he finally saw you. And there you were, free falling and whooping like you were on a rollercoaster and not actually almost dying.

'Okay, Pete,' he thought. 'Save her or Mr. Stark will literally kill you..Plus your girlfriend will be dead... yeah definitely that too.'

"[Y/N]!," he yelled.

"Any time now, Peter!," you shrieked once you felt you'd been falling for a bit too long. "C'mon, I know you can do it so how about you FUCKING DO IT!"

Finally catching up with you a bit, he shot a web out to pull you towards him, and then shot another on the building.

You gasped when you felt something yank you upwards. Immediately after you were scooped up by a blur of red and blue.

"I've got you, [Y/N]," he gasped out, one arm holding you while the other was busy holding the two of you up with the webbing. "I've got you."

You held onto him tightly and let out a laugh of relief. "I knew you would," you giggled. "That was awesome."

He began to laugh too. "Oh my gosh, you crazy little adrenaline junky!"

You smirked in response, looking around at where you were now "Sooo.. we're hanging off the Empire State Building..what now?"

Peter looked around too. "Uhh-" he smirked. "-wanna go for a swing?"

"That's just the adrenaline talking, Petey," you informed. "But I mean, I'm down if you are. You're not still scared?"

"Oh I'm terrified," he laughed before leaning in for a quick, messy kiss. He stared at you with nothing but love in his heart. "But I'll be fine as long as I've got you."

The next time Peter found himself swinging through the air, the last thing on his mind was how high he was going.

@spideyyeet, @soft-petey, @hey-its-grey, @allegra-writes, @chaoticpete, @underoosjae, @allegra-soleil, @sovereignparker, @lost-space-ranger, @kelieah, @spidey-reids-2003, @spidey-boy-89, @thesherlockianavenger, @crappy-unicorn

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snowpeawritings · 5 years ago

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Anon asked: Hiii can I get please a reaction from akira and goro with s /o who has big Fram glasses and they always wear them but one day she falls and he sees how pretty they are and s/o say she doesn't want people to judge her by how she looks Omg I love your Blog❤️❤️ have a lovely day 💜

Reader is female

CW (CONTENT WARNING): None

| Akira Kurusu |

- He thought you were cute with your glasses but oh god. Oooh my god. OOOOOHH my gosh my golly WOW.

- If he didn't worship the ground you walked on, he's gonna do a communion on the air you breathe in. The moment he saw you without your glasses is like having been brought back to life by Samarecarm and given an immediate Heat Riser. Suffice to say, he was completely floored and he's never going to recover from the Critical Hit to his heart.

- Akira understands your reasoning why you wear glasses. He hates how people would judge on his looks, glasses or no, so he's not one to judge. He does make an effort, however, to absolutely adore you with glasses because the accessory doesn't hide your beauty to him.

- If you're wearing prescription glasses, he takes care not to break them as he pushes them up on your head and kisses your face with reckless abandon. It happens randomly and you're not safe from his rambunctious declarations of love each day as he steals your glasses and kisses you.

| Goro Akechi |

- *Insert obligatory Last Surprise meme here*

- Yes, the Detective Prince CAN be taken by surprise and yes, you exploit that fully by walking in the room, no glasses, and with a grin on your face. Yes, it's worth seeing his widened eyes and flushed cheeks and yes, it did hurt when you ran in the wall because your eyesight was poor (if your glasses were prescription).

- He knows the feeling all too well of being judged by one's looks so he gets why you do it. Even so, the little part of his brain tells him to be selfish and tell him that you should keep your glasses away and see your beautiful face. Seeing your eyes filled with adoration for him made his heart do flips, even more so without a lens blocking them.

- If people were to take photos and you weren't wearing your glasses, he makes sure to cover you as the shot snaps. He respects your decision to wear glasses out in public so he takes it upon himself to protect your face. He feels like seeing your face is his special thing-his own personal thing that he takes care of for the rest of his days.

#requests #headcanons #persona 5 #persona 5 imagines #persona #akira kurusu #akira kurusu x reader #akira kurusu imagines #goro akechi #goro akechi imagines #goro akechi x reader #x female!reader #x f!reader

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unseelie-bitch · 4 years ago

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Season 3 Episode 14: Payback

ARE THEY HAVING A FUCKING FUNERAL FOR TECHNA OH MY GOD THAT'S SO DARK

Riven has gone from laughing at emotion to telling the girls to let it out. You know what that is? Growth

Disbanding the winx club I just... you're just friends??????? You can... still hang out???????????

Right now he's invading the opposite planet isn't that fun

I mean peak planet disign

Until he ruined it

Cannot believe Griselda fell for the pixies shadow puppet winx

Meanwhile Layla's (probably) finacé is still watching

Stormy WHY would you make the zombie witches mix their jello and mashed potatoes

Okay it's super cute that all the Trix find this hilarious though

Icy and Darcy look so afraid of Opposite!Stormy

CANNOT BELIEVE neither of them defended Opposite!Stormy when Baltor called her a loser and then they just LEFT her eating the mashed potato jello

Stormy's going to help the Winx isn't she

YES STORMY

Opposite!Stormy has such Scorpia energy

"Gosh golly" STORMY IS A BABY

Oop he's name dropping Bloom's mother

Griffin don't try and flex you're in a cage

Oh no Musa's in a silence bubble

AND FLORA'S IN A DARKNESS CAGE

Sorry "rock canibals"???

Oh shit did he actually kill Bloom's parents???

Oh Griffin fondly remembers when Faragonda got her enchantix... cute

Griffin is finally free of the cage, lads

STORMY'S BACK WITH THE TRIX BUT IS GIGGLING BEHIND THEM AWW

Oh Stormy's back but she was thinking about kittens and humming a magic song beforehand... I love her

(Also she came back because the others were hurt and in danger CUTE)

Sorry the "detention dimension" wtf

I love that they're refusing to do their detention punishment... how long are they going to stay there out of spite

The teachers will wreck your shit Baltor

Darcy and Stormy actually started doing it

Ooh Darcy's trying to cheat the system

AND IT ACTUALLY WORKED LMAO

Sorry why tf did you not want to finish him off while he's weak there were so many of you

NO BALTOR HIT THEM AND DARCY WAS CRYING ON THE FLOOR WHILE APOLOGISING

Oh Bloom's going to 'Pyros' wow

Conviniently, the Trix plan on going after Bloom when she's alone as she's being sent to a planet alone

Aww Kiko and Lockette are looking after each other while she's gone

Oh yay. Sky's back. Fun times.

#winx rewatch #winx club

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inquisitoracorn · 4 years ago

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Tevinter Nights reading squealing - Part the Third

Thedas is a lovely place full of things that want to eat you.

Feelings about the subject below!

SPOILERS for Luck in the Gardens and Hunger

I’ve been waiting for this....

Part the First, Part the Second, Part the Fourth

Luck in the gardens

- It had better be fluff after I was emotionally wrecked in the last one

- Oh first person, that's a change

- Minrathous huh? Sign me the heck up!!!

- One paragraph of Minrathous and I wanna go there so badddddddd :(((((((((

- Oh a master of disguise yes please tell me more

- Dressed like paid servants, hmmmm?? HMMMM

- Why would a game of Wicked Grace have to be kept secret?

- Wow to set up this conversation like a hidden interrogation heck that's smart

- WOOP Venatori got mentioned here we go

- Oh a FORMER Venatori helloooooo gosh this book is so entertaining

- "We all know you didn't go south with the cult to fight the Inquisition. You wouldn't be here if you had" listen this whole world and set-up belongs to the amazing writers at Bioware, so how does it end up stroking my ego??

- Caves under Minrathous once again mentioned I'm telling you this will be important!!!!

- Hehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehehheheh

- MAE!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHE'S HERE TOO

- No I'm not smiling like an idiot while reading this bit why do you ask

- How much do Tevinter mages know about Dorian's involvement with the Inquisition I wonder, if the company can admit to having Venatori contacts

- Dawwww remember when Dorian was barred from the Inquisition wine stores by Josephine?? This is so goddamn sweet

- I love Dorian I missed him so much

- "Someone I met in the south changed my mind on the matter" I love him, your honour

- This whole dynamic is fascinating

- “Drawed” dawwwww

- “Softly rotten” oh god please tell me it's not another of the abominations like we've seen already PLEASE

- “Things are rising” hahh hm hngh fuck

- Minrathous is so bloody beautiful it just makes me more and more fearful that something bad will soon happen to it

- The Chekorax took a liking to them, I see.

- Wow the run through Minrathous feels like running through a city in Assassin's Creed after getting spotted

- MIZZY to the rescue!!!

- The map case being what gave them away Dorian what were you thinking :)))

- Hehehe I spotted a typo

- "I'll keep it even if you end up dying" Oh what reassurance Mizzy is so sweet

- Ewwwwwwwwwwwwww

- Huh not a typo, this story spells Qunari as Quanari and I want to know the reason

- Also nooooooo the pretty garden!! But small price to pay I think possibly :))))

- Wait a second where the hell did they get GAATLOK?????

- Oh that was one HELL of a story for a map case how insanely fun

- Mizzy was the real MVP

- This is my first encounter with Mae outside those two or three letters in Inquisition war table missions I have been WAITING and I was not disappointed

- I swear I could read books upon books of Mae and Dorian doing awesome things in Tevinter

Hunger

- What a cryptic beginning I aim to write like that some day

- More Grey Warden suffering golly I really wonder what will happen to them....

- "Are we late?" late for what??

- Ooohhh they're all going to Weisshaupt ofc! Not that there's many left..

- "that grinning lunatic" heh I already like him :))))

- Tempest? Artificer? Both?

- Oh a Grey Warden sunshine!!! Andraste watch over him

- My god the Anderfels is a waste land, I wonder what it looked like before the blights

- I imagine a lot like Ferelden

- Tevinter Nights: Things That Aren't Darkspawn are Also Trying to Kill You in Case You Forgot

- Bandits held a whole village hostage until they realised no one cared oh my gosh is all the Anderfels this cheery??

- These two are the ultra positive hero trope in every anime but in the most cynical place in the world the contrast is quite astounding

- It's a large bear

- Oh no please let nothing happen to Antoine

- “Suitably heroic” YES that's the right word it's like a child's hero fairy tale against the cold dead reality

- Big possessed talking bear that doesn't eat its prey - hunger demon maybe?

- Underground again

- ........werewolves?? Are werewolves back?

- They are!

- Antoine is defeating this village with his pure implacable cheer

- Oh it's the noble - starving in the woods, bad way to go

- Ohhhh please tell me he wasn't bittennnn

- Daww Evka being a Grey(t) Warden mentor

- Yassssss a trap!!

- OH NO

- A SWEET ROLL??? I CAN'T BREATH-

- Listen it is very clear to me that the weapon was a cinnamon roll JUST LIKE ANTOINE

- NNNNNNNNNNOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

- “There's that done” ARE YOU KIDDING ME

- Oh the curse is gone is Antoine off the hook then???

- Oooffff demon still on the loose

- These two were so damn sweet it was surprisingly feel-good for how creepy it was

#dragon age #dragon age literature #tevinter nights spoilers #tevinter nights keysmashing #acorn ramblings #I was expecting this book to be entertaining and oh boy it is delivering

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hockeytrashgoblin · 5 years ago

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Just One Date? ~Part 1

A/N: Anon you spoke and I listened. Here is part one of this really cute Alex Tuch series. I hope you guys enjoy and especially you anon, I hope I can do this justice for you!

it’s also almost 4000 words so it’s pretty long oops

It was a Monday afternoon and like always I was putting away the camera equipment from the post-practice interviews. I only got to do help and really participate on Mondays, Thursdays, and Sundays. The rest of the time I spent editing or shadowing people elsewhere. The days I got to be around everyone and be around the boys, the knights, were always my favourite. I had ended up becoming pretty good friends with a few of them like William, Shea, Ryan and Fleury. I guess I was sort of friends with Alex too if you could call it a friendship. It was weird. Well not so much weird as he flirted with me and asked me out every week and I didn’t think he was serious about it at all, just teasing me for my very obvious crush on him.

I was almost done deconstructing and putting away the camera when I saw someone walk up out of the corner of my eye. I knew who it was without looking up and the blush on my face appeared as soon as he did. I hated that I blushed so easily around him. It always made him smirk and God I’d like to just kiss that dumb smirk off his face but alas.

“Hi Tuch.”

“Hi gorgeous.” he said making me blush even redder.

“How are you today?”

“I was doing pretty good. But I’m doing really good now that I’m here talking to you.”

“Oh.” I said dumbly rolling my eyes. If it was for what he said or I said who knows. Maybe it was a bit of both.

“How are you?”

“Oh um..I’m okay?”

“You don’t sound so sure.” he said with a small chuckle making me glare up at him making him actually laugh.

“I’m sure.”

“Are you? You’re awfully red. Maybe you’ve got a fever or something.” he put emphasis on the ‘or something’ and winked at me making me blush more. “God you’re so cute.”

“Alex come on shut up you don’t mean that.”

“Of course I mean it. I wouldn’t say it if I didn’t.” he said with a serious tone. I looked into his eyes trying to find any hint that he was joking around but couldn’t find one so I just shrugged.

“If you say so.”

“I do. Now onto the real reason I came over here. Go on a date with me?”

“There it is.” I said rolling my eyes. “Tuch how many times are you gonna ask?”

“As many times as it takes for you to say yes.” he said with a confident smile.

“You’re insufferable.” I said rolling my eyes as I latched the camera case closed and started bringing it to the closet where it lived. Alex stopped me though.

“Let me.” he said, taking it.

“Alex you’re not supposed to touch that! Stop.”

“Calm down (y/n/n) it’s fine. I just want to help.”

“Don’t call me that.”

“Okay fine. I like calling you gorgeous way better anyway.” he said with his dumb smirk making me blush and groan as he put the camera away. “So what do you say? Date?”

“Alex I’ve said no a million times why are you still doing this?” I tried walking out of the room but he boxed me in with his arms.

“(y/n) have you ever considered that I might just maybe want to date you?” he said sarcastically.

“Noooo come on, you’re putting me on. Gee golly gosh, I never thought of that even one time.” I said just as sarcastically putting one hand on my hip and the other on my forehead. He ducked his head down and laughed which made me laugh.

“The real question is why do you say no every time? You always get all blushy and cute whenever we’re in a room together. Especially when I talk to you. And I catch those beautiful eyes looking at me all the time.”

“Alex this is all just a game to you. As soon as you get what you want you’ll be gone again.”

“How do you know that?” he asked looking a little offended.

“I’m sorry Alex, that came out worse than I meant for it to..” I said looking down blushing worse and scratching my arms anxiously.

“Hey stop that.” he said bringing one of his arms down and laying his hand on mine to stop it. “I don’t want you to be nervous around me.”

“A little late for that if you couldn’t tell already from like, every encounter we’ve ever had.”

“Why do you keep turning me down (y/n)?”

“I don’t want to look stupid okay? I don’t want to be the sad dumb end of a joke or a bet or just be used. I just can’t get it out of my head that this is one of those things.” I answered quietly looking at the ground.

“My god no. That’s not what this is at all. Beautiful, look at me.” I shook my head but he gently grabbed the sides and tilted my face to look up at his. “I want to date you because I like you. Is that so hard to believe?”

“Yes.” I said even more quietly.

“Just give me a chance? One date?” he asked quietly matching my volume.

“What about work?”

“There’s nothing against it. We work for two different companies.”

“Okay one date.”

“Really?” he asked, letting go of my face with a big smile.

“Only one. Make it good Tuch.” I said jabbing my finger into his chest making him laugh.

“I will. It’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.”

“Well that really won’t be hard to do but okay I guess I’ll try to look forward to it.” I said sarcastically making him laugh.

“Okay I gotta go but I’ll text you later with details.”

“Alex you’ve got a game later!” I said laughing.

“Yeah well priorities.” He said winking.

“Your priorities are fucked.” I laughed making him laugh too.

“Okay well I would love to stay here and chat but I’ve got a midday nap I need to take so I’ll see you later.”

“Oh one more thing Alex.” I said when he was in the doorway.

“What is it, gorgeous?”

“If this is all a joke and you stand me up for this date I will absolutely destroy you. I’ll literally tear you a new asshole.”

“Kinky.” he said with a smirk.

“I’m not kidding Tuch, I refuse to be treated that shitty.”

“Good thing I’m never going to treat you that shitty then huh?” he gave me another smile before waving bye and exiting the room.

It didn’t really click that I had agreed to go on a date with him until I was curled up in my bed with pajamas on getting texts from him. I was panicking, not gonna lie. All sorts of thoughts were running through my head. What if he didn’t actually want to date me? What if he wasn’t going to show up and I would have to move back to Canada just to get away from the embarrassment that being stood up by him would cause? What if this is all just a sick joke like before?

I let the what ifs work me up until I was crying. It wasn’t the first time I cried over a date and it probably wouldn’t be the last. I just got so nervous about myself as a person that I just turned into a mess. I didn’t know what kind of person I needed to be or that they were expecting me to be. I really didn’t want Alex to go out on this date with me and then realize I was different than he thought and he didn’t want to have me around anymore at all.

The reasonable side of my brain countered that completely. I had hung out with the boys so much. Going out to bars, hanging out at their houses, even sometimes hanging around the rink on my days off. Tuch had been around me enough that he should know at least a little bit of what my personality was. But my anxious brain overpowered that and I stayed awake half the night worrying. Tossing and turning until I was just too exhausted to keep my eyes open.

I woke up to my alarm and groaned loudly at the sound. I set another alarm for a few hours later and went back to sleep for a bit. I set it so I’d still have enough time to shower and let my hair air dry as well as get dressed. Alex had decided our date would be today because apparently he just couldn’t wait. He offered to come pick me up so I wouldn’t be as worried that he wouldn’t show up and I honestly really appreciated that he compromised with me instead of just canceling.

Once the alarm went off again I still felt like I hadn’t slept at all but that’s what anxious sleeps will do to a person. I got up anyway and was even more nervous than before. I showered and towel dried my hair a little bit before trying to figure out what to wear. I looked over his text again.

Tuch: wear something light that you won’t be too hot in but bring something warmer for later just in case.

What the fuck did that mean? What were we even doing? I sent him a text asking me if he could tell me what we were doing and he said no again. I rolled my eyes but I wasn’t really expecting anything different from him. He sent me another text not too long after.

Tuch: how would you feel about an overnight adventure?

Me: I don’t know, what are we doing?

Tuch: Beautiful, if I tell you it won’t be a surprise. I promise it’ll be lots of fun.

Me: I dunno Alex..

Tuch: Will and Shea think that you’ll love it if that helps convince you more lol

Me: wow gee yes. I am convinced now.

Tuch: I promise it’ll be a lot of fun.

Me: okay fine. If I end up dead though I’m so haunting your ass.

Tuch: so aggressive. I like it.

I left it at that and went back to trying to figure out what to wear. I decided on shorts with a comfy crewneck. No point in really dressing up, I didn’t want his expectations for how I look to be too high from normal. I also didn’t want him to think I was trying too hard by wearing a dress or something. I put on some flip flops to go with it and looked in the mirror. I didn’t look drop dead gorgeous or anything but I looked pretty good, cute I thought. No model by any means but I was happy with how it looked. I moved on to packing an overnight bag. Packing up extra clothes, pajamas, medications, a brush, and anything else I could think of that I might need. Once I was done it was almost time for Alex to pick me up so I just waited around downstairs. I got a snapchat from him a little while before he was supposed to be there. It was a video of traffic and then it switched to his pouting face as he said, “It’s like they don’t know I’m trying to get to the cutest girl in the world right now. It’s rude. I’ll be there soon gorgeous. I promise.”

I blushed like mad and smiled really big. I tried to get myself under control before answering but I was still blushing so I knew he’d know he got to me. I couldn’t really bring myself to care though. He only ended up being like 5 minutes late and when I let him in be just apologized a million times.

“Alex stop you’re okay.” I exclaimed laughing as he apologized again for being late. “You told me what was happening. I wasn’t worried about you being a little late.”

“I just feel bad. I should’ve left earlier.”

“Tuch cut it out, it’s fine I promise. As long as you communicate with me we’re good.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yes Alex.” I said touching his arm lightly. “Calm down a little yeah?”

“Okay. Do you have everything you need?”

“Yeah I think so. Do I need to bring food or anything?”

“No I’ve got it covered. Snacks too. Will helped me.” he said with a small smile.

“That was nice of him. Well that’s it then I’m ready to go if you are.”

“Cool let’s go.” he said with a smile taking my beg from me.

“Oh my goood Aleex I can carry my own shit.” I groaned with a smile.

“Yeah well maybe I’m a gentleman and don’t want you to.”

“But-”

“Beautiful, you could just say thank you, ya know?” he said with a smirk that made me blush and him laugh. “There’s that blush.” he poked my cheek and I glared at him.

“Now I’m really not saying thank you.”

“Wow grumpy.” he said still with a smile on his face.

“I’m just kidding. Thank you for carrying my bag, you didn’t have to.”

“You’re welcome (y/n). Buckle up, we’ve got a bit of a drive ahead of us.”

“Oh? How long?”

“About 20 minutes? Maybe 30?”

“Man you really are planning on killing me.” I teased as I got situated in the car.

“I would never.” he said giving me a smile. He handed me his phone and I just kinda stared at it like an idiot making him laugh. “Put some music on you dork.”

“Oh fuck yeah okay.” I slid it open and was surprised to find no passcode on it. I went to his spotify app and saw a playlist that was called ‘stuff (y/n) will like hopefully’. “Quite the playlist you got here Tuch.”

“The guys helped me make it. Some of it is songs you like but some of it is stuff you might not have heard before..I dunno I just wanted to make something that you’d hopefully like.” he said a slight red colour coming to his cheeks.

“That’s really sweet. Thank you Alex.” I said, giving him a smile back. I put on the playlist and it was pretty quiet in the car besides the music. I was really just listening to what he thought I’d like. I was interested to know if it would be stuff I liked. Turns out most of it was really good. I lot of it I didn’t know but he got it pretty spot on with my all over the place music taste. We weren’t very far into the playlist though when we got to where we were going so I didn’t hear the whole playlist but from what I did hear it was good.

“Okay you’re actually going to have to grab your stuff this time.”

“But my arms will fall off. Alex how will I ever go on?”

“You’re a little shit.” he said laughing.

“Your little shit.” I said before immediately turning red as he raised an eyebrow. “Hey where even are we anyway?”

“Nice try cutie but I’m not forgetting about what you just said. We’re at lake Mead though.”

“Really? I’ve always wanted to come here!”

“I know you have. Now get out and grab your stuff so we can get this date started and I can sweep you off your feet.” he said giving me a wink before jumping out of the car. I followed soon after to the trunk to get my bag.

“I dunno man, you’re gonna have to try awfully hard to sweep me off my feet.”

“I’m up for the challenge.”

“You always do like a challenge.” I said as we walked down a dock. “Where are we going?”

“Right about here.” he said walking in front of me and stopping making me bump into him. He grabbed my arms to steady me making me laugh.

“You did that on purpose.”

“Maybe.” he said smirking. “Anyways here is where we will be staying tonight. Well I mean not right here but on the boat.”

“What really?”

“Yes really! Now come aboard and I’ll give you the tour.” he reached his hand out and I grabbed it getting onto the boat. He climbed up after me and put his stuff down on the deck. “So here is upstairs, I drive here and you get to sit and do whatever you want.”

“I like that.”

“And if we go downstairs,” he said, opening the door for me to go down. I climbed in and he came in after. “We’ve got a little kitchen here, a bathroom right beside us with no shower unfortunately and through here we have the bedroom.”

“Comfy.” I said throwing myself onto the bed. “But where will you sleep?”

“Wherever. I don’t really care. I can sleep on one of the benches upstairs or on the little couch for the kitchen table or something.”

“Tuchy I was kidding. You can sleep here, I don’t care.”

“I just don’t want to make you uncomfortable or anything.” he said with a serious look on his face.

“You won’t. And if you do I’ll let you know. Communicating remember?” I asked kicking his leg.

“Yeah okay.” he gave me a sweet smile before it turned mischievous and he pulled me by the leg off the bed a bit. “But come on now we’re gonna go boating for a bit if that’s cool with you?”

“Yeah for sure.” we went back up on the deck and he started untying things. A man from the dock helped us get going and with that we were off. Alex was a good driver so I wasn’t too worried about the boat. He followed all the rules and it was really nice to let go for a bit and feel the wind in my hair and have the water splash my face. Once it was almost dinner time we were just slowing down when Alex decided to ask me, “Do you want to drive the boat?”

“Alex I’m not qualified to drive a boat and you know it.” I said crossing my arms. “So much for you following the rules today huh?”

“Come here, I’ll help you.” he offered with a smile. It looked pretty fun so I just rolled my eyes and walked over to him sitting on his lap. He explained a few things to me but then just gave up when I didn’t understand. “I’ll control the speed and you can steer with a little bit of help, deal?”

“Sounds good to me.” I said as he started up the boat again. It took a little while but we finally got to a point where he was barely steering anymore. He just had his hands balancing on the steering wheel and his chin was resting on my shoulder as he watched me laugh and have fun ‘driving’ the boat. After a little while we stopped and anchored the boat, which he let me help with. We went down to the underside of the boat and he started taking out some cold cuts and pasta salads and stuff for dinner. We sat close together so our legs were touching and shoulders were bumping just joking around and eating. Once we were done we went back up to the deck and were watching the sunset listening to music again.

We spent the time talking about childhood memories, embarrassing stories, our favourite things. Really we just talked about everything. I was really comfortable with him and the stories just kept pouring out of me. Even traumas and private stuff I was talking about. I don’t know at what point he held my hand or at what point I laid my head on his shoulder. What I did know though was that I was having an amazing time and I didn’t want to move anytime soon. We talked well past when the stars came out. Eventually though we had to call it a night. Alex let me go in first to change then he got changed in the other room before coming in and joining me on the bed.

“Are you sure you’re okay with me sleeping in here with you?” he asked quietly draping a warm blanket over the two of us.

“I’m positive Alex. As long as you know that this is absolutely not leading to sex. If you were hoping it was, I’m going to disappoint you.”

“Hey, hey no.” he said turning me over to face him. “That’s not what I wanted here at all. That wasn’t the intention.”

“Okay. I just wanted you to know so you didn’t get the wrong idea.”

“You deserve so much better than that beautiful.” he said brushing my hair out of my eyes.

“Yeah well..” I said shrugging.

“I’m gonna show you better than that.”

“Hmm pretty cocky that this first date went well huh?” I said sticking my tongue out at him.

“Alright fine then, tell me you don’t want to see me again.” he challenged with a grin making me laugh.

“I can’t tell you that.”

“So does that mean I move on to date 2?” he asked, leaning over me.

“I guess.” I sighed out sarcastically. He was smiling at me and biting his lip which made my insides really just turn into jello.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked suddenly breaking the short bit of silence. I didn’t answer verbally, instead I just pulled him down to me and kissed him. It felt incredible. I could kiss him for hours, days even, without getting bored at all. He broke away too soon for my liking. “I wanted to do that since you were driving the boat.”

“Alex that was so long ago.” I said laughing, hitting his arm.

“I know. You were just so cute I couldn’t help it but then I didn’t want to over step but I just never stopped thinking about it.”

“You fucking sap.” I said with a smile bringing his lips to mine again. We broke apart and he just laid down beside me on the bed with a smile on his face. I traced his cheek with my finger. “Cute.”

“Now who’s a sap?”

“Fuck off Tuch, we were having a sweet moment!”

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marvel-lucy · 5 years ago

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The Ultimate Weapon, chapter 13

The group broke up a little later as Nat said it was time to dress for dinner. She pointed at me and said ‘I need to borrow you’, so I followed her out then asked ‘what do you mean, dress for dinner?’. As always, I was wearing jeans, sweater and trainers, enjoying the comfort of the clothes but not caring what they looked like. Natasha grinned and said ‘oh golly gosh, did we forget to mention?’ then went on to explain that as another part of this torment, they planned to get me out of yet another comfort zone by having a dressy meal. I started shaking my head and going ‘uh uh, no way, I don’t even own fancy clothes and I don’t want to wear them and have people looking at me and laughing and no thank you’, backing away down the corridor with Nat stalking after me. With her usual speed, she grabbed me and twisted my arm up my back – I could have broken free but I knew her well enough now not to respond with force – and she frogmarched me to my room.

‘We have clothes for you. You will look nice. Nobody will laugh. You will hate every minute of it. Then it will be over and you can say you’ve done it. All part of being part of the team remember”. I protested that nobody dressed up and she replied that I obviously hadn’t been to one of Stark’s parties yet, and that he loved nothing better than an excuse to get a new suit made.

It’s fair to say that I’d have handed myself over to Hydra in preference to Nat that evening. She pushed me into my room and told me to shower, and while I was washing, went and collected some clothes from her room. Once I was out and drying in a robe, she started holding clothes up against me, ignoring every opinion I had until she’d narrowed the choice down to two dresses. ‘Nuh uh, no dresses Nat! You can’t fight in a dress.’ She rolled her eyes at me and asked who exactly I planned to fight at a dinner and movie night with friends, then pointedly ignored me when I muttered ‘you, at this rate…’ She had out two dresses that I’d seen her wear before, a black one and a red one. She was holding the red out towards me but I decided I’d had enough. ‘No way, not red. Too noticeable. You make me wear red, I’m not coming’ and I sat down and folded my arms. She sighed, ‘fine’ and passed me the black dress. It was looser, with longer sleeves and less clingy, no way did I want to be even more of a laughing stock than necessary. She stood, arms folded, and glared at me until I put it on, then nodded approvingly and passed me shoes – at least she hadn’t gone for heels or I would have beaten her to death with one of them, quite probably. I felt like a child dressing up in an adult’s clothes, and refused to look when she suggested I see myself in the mirror. She sighed and said ‘baby steps Nat, keep repeating that, baby steps’ then sat me down and started trying to style my new haircut. When she then offered some make up I growled at her, and she laughed and said ‘fine, that’s enough for today then. I’m going to go get ready myself, see you up there’. She walked to the door but as she left, looked back over her shoulder and said ‘you look fantastic by the way. Buck’s going to have a fit’ then winked and left.

I sat there, feeling exposed and uncomfortable and faintly murderous. I refused to look in the mirror and I couldn’t bring myself to go up for dinner either. I’d heard talk that Tony had go some fancy caterers in and that was why he’d invited so many of the team, but the thought of walking in and having people stare at me turned my stomach and I couldn’t face the thought of eating. I felt my eyes growing wetter and realised that this was all part of some elaborate joke and that everyone was making fun of me. It was getting late and I guessed that everyone had sat down and were probably waiting for me to come, so they could laugh at me, when there was a knock at the door. I didn’t answer, but the door opened and Bucky came in.

“You coming kiddo?” he asked, as he peered in. The sun had gone down while I’d been sitting there and the room was gloomy. “I can’t. Sorry” I answered and he walked towards me. “Hey, no crying kiddo, what’s up? Jarvis, lights up” he asked, and the room brightened. He stopped. “Oh. Wow”, I looked down, embarrassed and waited for the laughter. “I can NOT call you kiddo any more doll. You look amazing”. I mumbled ‘ha ha, funny’ under my breath and kept my eyes down. Bucky crouched down beside me and lifted my chin up. “I’m not lying to you doll. You look beautiful”

“I feel stupid and I don’t know why I have to dress up and I guess everyone thinks I’m just a big joke and wants a good laugh” I said, a little more forcefully than I intended, and Bucky rocked back on his heels and sighed. “It’d be hypocritical of me to say you need to trust people have good intentions, but you do” he said. “Tony likes fancy dinners. We want to see you join in. Dressing up is fun. Nobody is laughing at you. And if they did, I’d eat them alive” He said that so vehemently I smiled, then he stood up and I realised that he was wearing a suit, the first time I’d seen him dressed up too. I was surprised to feel my stomach swoop and my cheeks redden as I noticed how handsome he was, and felt instantly like an awkward teenager. “Come on doll, come in on my arm. We’ll make a gorgeous couple, way better than anyone else there, plus if anyone tries to say they’re better than us, you know we can take them out too, right?” He gave me a heart stopping grin and crooked his arm towards me.

If it’d been anyone else who’d come down, I’d have stayed I my room, but Bucky made me feel safe – ironically as he was one of the few who could probably kill me. I held on to his arm in the elevator and tried to convince myself this wasn’t some elaborate practical joke. As the elevator stopped and we walked along to the dining room, one I’d rarely seen used as everyone ate in the kitchen or living space, I took a deep breath and told myself that if necessary, I’d kill everyone there and then myself. This was an oddly comforting thought.

As we stepped in, I could see that everyone else was already there, milling around. It felt like a huge crowd of people – including the two of us, there were 11 people in the room. Nat, Bruce and Clint had sat down and were chatting. Steve and Tony were talking to Pepper, and Thor and Loki were about to sit down near Wanda. All the men were in suits, from Bruce’s slightly crumpled grey suit with tie askew, to Tony in something fancy and no doubt expensive, with a tie pin that looked like diamond. Loki and Thor were in what I assumed were the Asgardian equivalent of suits, although they looked like fancy armour, reminding me that the Asgardians were a warrior race. Nat was in a black dress, low cut and tight; Pepper in something pale and elegant, and Wanda in red. Everyone looked amazing and I felt very out of place. Pepper saw me first and smiled, causing Steve and Tony to look up. Tony, subtle as ever, decided to make me feel comfortable by loudly announcing “Ladies, gentlemen and gods – and goddesses Pep my love – our guest of honour is here!” Far too many heads swivelled in my direction and I could feel myself going scarlet. Bucky’s thumb stroked my back and he said “want me to break his arms doll, it’d be an immense pleasure” in a fake whisper. Pepper replied “I wouldn’t stop you Bucky” and gave Tony a shove, then walked over and took hold of my hands, pulling me away from the safety of Bucky.

“You look beautiful” she said, and although I didn’t think she was right, there was no guile in Pepper and I didn’t think she’d ever agree to a joke at my expense. People gathered round and said all the polite things about how I looked nice and it was nice to see me dressed up and so on and I stood and felt awkward until Pepper sensed my discomfort and suggested we all sit down. I was seated between Bucky and Loki, with Nat and Thor opposite, and Thor’s loud and excessive pleasure in all the food and drink he was offered soon filed up the silence. I drank a little more wine than I probably should have, a little too fast, and felt a slight fuzziness in my head as we ate the first course. Bucky was switching between talking to me and to Clint on his other side but he kept his foot hooked around mine so I had a constant grounding sense of his presence throughout the meal. I listened in to conversations more than I joined in, but felt happy.

I decided I must have been wrong about Loki, who was charming and polite to me, making conversation about uncontentious topics that didn’t trigger any anxieties, or reveal my lack of knowledge of the last six years. He told me about Asgard, the buildings and the people, and kept my glass refilled, probably more than I was aware. As dessert was brought out, I realised just how relaxed I felt and sighed contentedly, wondering if maybe a permanent state of tipsiness was the way to live from now on, then smiling to myself as I decided that a serum-enhanced liver could probably cope.

Loki saw me smiling and smiled back. “It’s nice to see you are able to relax. Stark has told me a little about your circumstances and I can imagine you find it hard to trust”. The wine kept me from tensing up too much but this wasn’t really something I wanted to discuss. “I’ve been told you are one of the most powerful Avengers. I can imagine it was hard for Hydra to lose you”. I put my fork down and coughed, not knowing what to say. “Whoever’s hands you find yourself in, would be a most powerful player I imagine”. I didn’t like the way he looked at me, and the room suddenly felt threatening, then he smiled and drinking some of his wine, said “how lucky that the Avengers found you and made you one of them”, and I shook my head slightly, trying to shake my confusion. I guessed I’d had too much wine and smiled back at him.

After the meal, we all went to watch a movie, much to Thor’s excitement who demanded something with great battles and much carousing. I don’t know what they chose as within minutes of sitting down between Steve and Bucky, I fell into a tipsy sleep, rousing occasionally and aware that I’d slipped over until I was snuggled up against Bucky. At a loud explosion on the movie, and subsequent cheer of approval from Thor, I woke up properly and looked around. My head was still woozy and I suspected I’d feel like hell in the morning, but I felt comfortable. These were good people. I trusted them. Clint saw me looking over and smiled at me, raising his beer in a toast, which caused Nat to turn and give me a grin, and Tony to give me a thumbs up sign. As my eyes closed again, I decided that today had not been entirely bad. Just before I fell asleep, I saw Loki watching me intently, but sleep overtook me and I wasn’t aware of anything until Bucky carried me back to my room, took my shoes off and tucked me in.

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quilloftheclouds · 6 years ago

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Writeblr Positivity Week!

(Ignore my heckin’ weird handwriting.)

I knooowwww this is super late but Quill got real busy this week with working on schoolwork and Nano so I didn’t have time to finish this up until now but!! Have this!!!

As a part of Writeblr Positivity Week, a lovely event hosted by the wondrous @pens-swords-stuff, I have put together:

A Selection of Quill’s Favourite WIPs and Writeblrs

(Because there is absolutely No Way I could show all of them, and this is already super long so under the cut we go~)

@lady-redshield-writes: Not only a wonderfully supportive icon of the writeblr community, who always leaves marvelously inspiring and insightful comments on original content that gives me and undeniably many others so much more motivation to write, but Lady Red is also such a heckin’ inspirationally SKILLED WRITER. IT’S HECKIN’ AMAZING. Her characters! Her description! The amount of personality in her dialogue and just how engaging her worldbuilding and created atmospheres are, but the EMOTION. THE EMOTION. GOOOO read something of hers and you’ll instantly know what I mean---good luck getting through not completely overwhelmed with feeling!

And Miles to Go Before I Sleep: Humans are the size of insects, warriors ride dragonflies into battle, and an eldritch god-ant rules with absolute power.

Symphony Number Five: Evka Sekerak, composer and musician, directs the Teplirov Symphony, and is commissioned to write her fifth symphony by the military officials who keep her city captive.

@waterfallwritings: HECK MATE. JASON. DUDE. WHERE DO I START? YOU’VE BEEN TOSSING COMPLIMENTS MY WAY ALL DAY WHAT. But seriously though, this kid is best. Best Friendo of the Quill. Jason is hugely supportive throughout my writing and throughout my real life since I met him, and his own writing is basically the main inspiration behind why OSS even exists in the first place. We’ve had absolutely so much fun reading through each others’ works and joking around, and talking with him has helped me to discover and develop so many things about my own wip. Not only that but!! His writing is marvelous. His characters are all so fun in their own ways, and I’ve loved watching as they’ve developed to such three dimensional personalities in a story full of epic adventure and intrigue!

A Selkie’s Home: After a storm and a shipwreck, a selkie missing her skin, a triton disguised as a human, a morally questionable sea witch, and a hapless lover of the ocean end up on the same island. When the selkie is kidnapped, the remaining three have to form an unlikely alliance to get her back.

@bookenders: ENDERS IS A REAL DARN NEAT PERSON OKAY. She is the cool 🌵 friend!! She’s a wondrously creative and kind person, and so much fun to talk to! Her STS asks are always so interesting to answer and I just. And I! Just! Love! Her writing oh my stars it’s the best thing ever. Her characters are always so relatable and lovable, with such wonderful personalities and are always so detailed that they feel like real people. She’s also the creator of several of my favourite characters (see: Fred from H2H and Ryan from FF). Her description is astounding, and the way she experiments with different formats and styles is so, SO inspiring, and she always does it in such a skillful way, that reads so nicely!

Heart to Heart: After a series of half-drownings in the lake near the small town of Lindsay, a strange woman appears on the shore, refusing to speak. The local apothecary is sent in to try and help, and now... they’re roommates?

Fish Food: Now assigned to facing the villains of the lowest threat levels after suffering severe losses from his fight against the supervillain Nightmare, Iron Will has to team up with the worst villain he’s ever seen to fend off the threat of a conspiracy that could destroy their world as they know it.

@abalonetea: OKAY FIRST. Amazingly supportive. Amazingly friendly and creative and an absolute delight to talk to! Katie is marvelous. Her art and her moodboards are so cool and so wonderfully fitting to her characters and stories. And her writing? Oh. Ohhh. Her writing is to die for. Her unique skill of manipulating different text formatting to match the emotion and thoughts of her narrative is just. Stellar, and sets her writing apart from anything I’ve read before. It’s so full of emotion, the way she writes dynamics is INSPIRATIONAL, and her worldbuilding is so wonderfully detailed and engaging. I just. I just LOVE. OKAY. I don’t normally ship characters but Red and Bolte will always be my favourite. And Katie’s message of hope being able to stick it through the worst of it is such a wonderfully motivational theme!

Groundhog Day: Two versions of the same classic rpg video game, one the gritty reboot of the other, glitch together, switching the games of one of the characters with his counterpart—Red and Blue. Now they have to try and find their ways back amidst the formation of friendship and family and the threat of a new war.

As Time Passes On: Two classic pirates form a precarious alliance to set out to find the Eighth Sea, and a device that can turn back time.

@livvywrites: I’ve only more recently been getting into Livvy’s works but. Wooooooow. WOW. Her writing is fantabulous. Her graphics are gorgeous. I LOVE her characters, so so much. They’re all so distinct in personality and backstory and situation, and the way they’re all involved in the story is marvelously fascinating. SPEAKING OF THE STORY THO. Livvy’s worldbuilding is???? SO IN DEPTH. It is the most deep worldbuilding for a magic type world I think I’ve yet to see on writeblr? I am sooo very excited to see how she integrates it into the plot! But also Livvy is an absolutely magnificent person all around and so supportive and creative and sooo fun to talk to. Love ya, darling~

The Martyr Queen: Alinora Mynerva is visited by one of Death's Reapers, and told she was never meant to exist. She is asked to become his Champion, to stop Fate from destroying the world. Alinora isn't sure she's willing to fight a god... but she is willing to fight the man who took her homeland from her 10 years ago.

Pirate’s Bane: [Quill legitimately can’t summarize this one in so short a space because it’s so delightfully complex, but it’s a brilliant continuation of the previous book above! Go click the link to read the synopsis on the intro post~]

@mvcreates: I’M SORRY FOR ALL THESE TAGS DEAR MINA BUT YOU DESERVE THEM. Probably just the most interactive person in the writeblr community, Mina’s events and ask games and onwards all are so wonderful, and her engagement with reblogging and commenting on people’s original content is inspirational. AND I’M SAYING IT FOR THE THOUSANDTH TIME BUT THAT DOESN’T DECREASE IT’S MEANING: heckin’ poetic like prose with how much symbolism she fits in there and how lovely it sounds to read aloud, wonderfully clever dialogue and banter and characterization, and characters you love to root for. And her ART. OH MY STARS HER ART. *swoons at majestic colours and shading and textures*

Retrocognition: An investigative journalist with a paranormal gift joins forces with a cantankerous federal agent to expose a Reno-based politician’s (murderous) corruption.

The Vizier’s Apprentice: An alternate universe retelling of a classic Persian love story: One Thousand and One Nights.

@dogwrites: Venturing into the world of Crime of Mind has only been a very recent endeavour of mine, and I’m only two episodes in at the moment, but gosh golly yarn darn it this story is MARVELOUS. Dog’s ability to write memorable characters with such distinct and identifiable personalities is lovely, their dialogue is wonderful and the body language and description is so heckin’ engaging, and puts you right in the scene with them. And Dog’s also a marvelous artist holy wow. NOT TO MENTION just how awesome Dog is as a person?? Heckin’ ridiculously nice, leaves such insightful and appreciated comments that charge me on. AH. JUST A LOVELY LOVELY THAT I HAD SUCH AN HONOUR OF MEETING. YES.

Crime of Mind: Dr. Benji Russells, an autistic federal agent, is the youngest member of the Behavioral Analysis Unit, whose knack at viewing individuals and their behavioral chemtrails turned her into a viable asset---but delving into the minds of the country's most insidious leaves none unscathed in the end.

@ardawyn: OH. MASTER OF DESCRIPTION, HERE. All of Sophie’s writing feels like it could have been written in the world of the story itself despite being very clear and lovely to read, with a vaguely medieval vibe to it all that adds so much to the reading experience. The way she describes environments just puts you right into the scene with the characters, characters that are all written marvelously with beautifully lovable personalities and dialogue and dynamics. And her graphics? Oh, ohhhh. Sophie is probably my greatest inspiration for making graphics and aesthetics for writeblr. Every single one of hers are instantly eye-catching and fit the mood and theme sooo well. Plus, the comments she leaves on my content are just the sweetest thing, and always warm my heart when I read them. <3

The Dawnbringer: A niece of Issarien’s king, Tilda fights against the constricting expectations of her role, making it her mission to find her brother after his disappearance. Rajani is given rooms in the castle of the Prince of Hallrein after being caught stealing, offered a perilous deal she has no choice but to accept. But these two women are connected in an unknown way...

Night Crystals: Amaria was raised an assassin at the orphanage The Obsidian to serve the king of Calastari. But after discovering a secret, she must make the choice whether to stay and swallow lies, or seal her death sentence trying to leave.

@radley-writes: Although I haven’t interacted much yet with Radley, I’ve fallen completely in love with their writing and ideas. Their art is so lovely and professional and clean, and the body language and personality it portrays is marvelous. But their writing? Outrageously good, and brilliantly hilarious. I’ve mainly only been following His Majesty’s Starship so far, but the way that Radley is able to match the vocabulary and narrative to the time period of the story is so skillful and inspiring, and is absolutely wonderfully engaging by placing you right into the setting like it’s real. The integration of worldbuilding is done extraordinarily well and I am in love with all of the distinct personalities and dialogue of their wondrous cast of idiots.

His Majesty’s Starship: The Eurasian powers expand their empires to the furthest-flung reaches of the solar system – as well as their endless wars. As nations and companies vie for control of the Off-World Colonies , a trio of utter imbeciles come into possession of a secret that many would kill for. A secret that changes everything…

Anywayssss there are sooo, so many more wips that I consider favourites of mine, and so many more writeblrs that I think are the absolute bomb, but Quill’s energy isn’t limitless!

That said, maybe I’ll make up a simpler post of a bunch of recommendations later... hm..........

ANYWAYS YEAH GO CHECK THESE LOVELIES OUT

#writeblr #writeblr positivity week #writeblr recs #writeblr recommendations #wpw #writeblr friends #Quill's recs #writeblr community

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pinkykitten · 5 years ago

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For the fanfic asks how about 10-15 pls,,,👉👈🥺 I luv u babes a lot hiya

10. WHERE DO YOU LIKE TO WRITE? on the toilet duh that’s where I get most inspiration lol 😂 jk I mostly write in my room. I have like problems focusing and so I can’t have like music with words in it cuz then I pay attention to that and not my writing. I also can’t watch tv while I’m writing haha MY BRAIN HAS GONE ON HOLIDAY I SWEAR

11. MOST BIZZARE IDEA FOR WRITING YOU’VE HAD? For some reason I can’t think of anything rn but I had this fic I was going to write where it’s an reader insert w Erik killmonger, and it was you both going to the club and you were going to be a silly goose in there and joke around. I was also for the hairspray chapter fics with billy Hargrove I was going to make him die like in canon but it was too hard for me and too much cuz I love my billy and I couldn’t let him die so...I made him live lol 😂 idk tho I can’t think of anything atm

12. DO YOU WRITE ON PAPER, LAPTOP, OR YOUR PHONE? I used to write on paper like the olden times when I was legit like an old grandma BUT man was it like so long and hard ok this sounds wrong but to put what u have on paper onto the computer wow TOO MUCH WORK!!! I used to do it bc I didn’t know about drafts and saving crap so yeah I was legit like an old person but now I write on the computer but let me tell you this for some reason writing w my hands I got more inspiration and it seems more idk like one w my mind and writing and writing it w my hands it’s like it’s all one and it’s nice and relaxing 😌

13. FAVORITE CHARACTER TO WRITE? Ohhh golly gosh god this is a rlly hard question ummmmm I really like writing peter parker, Zach Dempsey (lol I hate this newest season so aghh), Erik killmonger, Jake sully, Bucky Barnes, Steve Rogers, idk 😐 there are SO MANG U KNOW WHAT I LOVE WRITING ALL MY BABIES ALL MY HUBBYS BABY DADDIES LIKE ALL OF THEM ARE LIFE OK I CANNOT CHOOSE IM SORRY

14. LEAST FAVORITE CHARACTER TO WRITE? Anything with peaky blinders and listen well it’s not because I don’t like the characters on anything I think I write them crappy lol like I’m scared I’m writing the accent wrong or like the words they use the least one to me is Alfie Solomon’s bc he has a way of speaking and I always get nervous for wiring him cuz I know a writer that write him amazing and I don’t think I can be as good as that. Like his words and his actions and like I don’t know if I can write that ok.

15. POST A RANDOM LINE OF DIALOGUE FROM YOUR WIP. Ummm...😶 I don’t have a wip atm lol I know I suck hahaha 😆 I’ve just been working at other stuff atm but I will write today hopefully.

Thanks nonnie for asking!

fanfic/writing asks

#ask #ask meme #ki answers #ms. writer answers #fanfic asks

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thecloserkin · 6 years ago

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book review: Mira Grant, Deadline (2011)

Genre: Sci-Fi

Is it the main pairing: Yes

Is it canon: Yes

Is it explicit: No

Is it endgame: Yes

Is it shippable: Yes

Bottom line: how is it possible that the book where one half of OTP is dead is shippier than the first one where they’re both alive

Book 2 of the Newsflash trilogy picks up with our boy Shaun, who’s turned desk jockey since he lost George, riding to the rescue of some buddies beset by a zombie swarm. Everyone makes it out alive and Shaun tries to play it like it’s no biggie but the truth is,

I’ve lost one of the integral traits of a good Irwin: I’m not having fun. When I wind up in the field, it’s a chore to be survived, not an adventure to be relished. Without that little spark of gosh-golly-wow to drive me on, I’m essentially a dead person walking … George is the one who stopped breathing, but I’m the one who gave up on living.

Without George he has nothing to live for and so he’s sensibly withdrawn from fieldwork. The one thing that keeps him going is George’s voice in his head, chiding him for (among other things) picking up a coffee instead of a can of Coke. He’s started drinking Coke to appease her. He says it himself: “I am a haunted house pretending to be a man.” As for whether she’s real or just a figment of his imagination, this is Shaun’s take:

Screw sane. I don’t want anything that makes her stop talking to me.

Buckle up for an angst rollercoaster, kids:

One apartment for me and George, who didn’t take up any physical space but was so much a part of every room that sometimes I could fool myself into thinking she had just stepped out for some fresh air.

Several people have said it doesn’t really feel like anybody lives there, and what they don’t seem to understand is I like it that way. As long as I’m not really living there, I never have to think about the fact that I��m living there alone.

Outwardly he’s functional i guess but this is not the behavior of a person who has Moved On.

Sometimes I think this series is a how-to manual for small business owners masquerading as science fiction. For Shaun and George, the work used to be everything. Now George is gone Shaun is in the unenviable position of having to make all the tough calls, and second-guessing every last one because maybe George would have done it better. Oy vey. Offhand he informs us that their parents are also suing Shaun for ownership of her intellectual property. I always knew they were vultures but seriously???

So Shaun’s raison d’être right now is to bring down the person or people who murdered George. Obviously this does not mean the ones who pulled the trigger, it means the ones who gave the order & plotted to remove her. In the process of doing this he uncovers an even bigger conspiracy—although maybe it’s merely the same conspiracy from Book 1, only expanded in scope. I’m not sure. What I’m mainly interested in is how bad absolutely clueless Shaun is at signaling or perceiving romantic interest. Like, there’s a co-worker/employee of his, and they’re thrown together rather a lot, and she’s clearly crushing on him hard only Shaun’s too dense to see it. After the whole affair ends disastrously (he sleeps with the poor girl then calls her by George’s name) he ruminates:

”Why would I know what the signs were? I never had to read them before.”

It’s obvious why Shaun, a not-unattractive grown ass man whose other social skills appear to fall well within the range of “normal,” has such atrophied skills when it comes to this one thing. He’s never had to use them. Here’s Maggie the relationship guru:

”Have you ever had a girlfriend?” “Not as such, no.” ”Have you ever been in love?” There’s never been a good answer to that question. I didn’t even try. I just shrugged.

I can’t find the tweet anymore but Seanan Maguire has confirmed that Shaun and George first got together the night after junior prom—they went with other people as a sort of experiment. (@JKRowling see, this is the sort of authorial headcanon that the fans actually clamor for.) The two of them just skipped right over the tentative fumbling awkward initial stages of dating, of getting to know each other, because they already know each other inside out. Shaun says:

Sometimes I’m even arrogant enough to think the Rising happened so we could be together.

Colloquially we use the term two people “being together” to mean they enter into an exclusive romantic relationship. But it’s intentionally ambiguous here whether he means that, or just the two of them finding each other, because what would have been the chances of their being raised together absent a global catastrophe like a zombie apocalypse. Shaun finds it impossible to separate the romantic aspect of their relationship from the familial bond, and that’s why I love incest thanks for coming to my ted talk. Oh, here’s Mahir the relationship guru:

”I mean, I didn’t know…” “What, that I loved your sister? Of course you didn’t, just like you had no idea Rebecca fancied you. You never had to go searching like the rest of us.”

Can I just say, on an unrelated note, I feel SO BAD for Mahir’s wife who’s not even a proper character? She doesn't get any screentime. But this is a small business how-to manual, remember, and the way Shaun is always ringing Mahir at 2 in the morning and Mahir feels obligated to pick up because it’s his boss? Mahir’s wife is a saint, canonize her immediately. Back to my earlier point about how Shaun has less experience with flirting/dating than your average fourteen-year-old:

This sort of thing was easier to handle when George was around. She was always the one who noticed when girls started crushing on me, and she made them go away. One way or another. I’ve never tried to deal with this sort of situation on my own before.

What’s fascinating is that it’s not just romantic entanglements that he’s at a loss to deal with:

I’d never driven any real distance with a passenger—not unless you counted George, who didn’t actually change the way the bike was balanced, or make it necessary for me to compensate for additional weight.

WHEN GEORGE RODE PILLION ON HIS MOTORCYCLE IT DIDN’T EVEN THROW OFF HIS BALANCE!!! He’s not used to having to think about compensating for a passenger’s weight bc with George everything came naturally!!! If this isn’t a metaphor for their entire relationship idk what the hell it is.

She didn’t like touching people, so I touched them for her. She didn’t like emotional displays, so I took up the slack.

She was the yin to his yang, they were a team etc etc. Here is how Shaun reacts when the book’s antagonist gives his Evil Villain Spiel:

”I never gave you much credit for brains, Shaun—that was your sister’s department, God rest her soul, and if she made any errors in judgment, it was in trusting you to watch her back—but I still thought you were smarter than this.” “You take that back,” I whispered.

Shaun couldn’t care less that this fool gives him zero credit in the brains department, but let him impugn George’s judgment even slightly and our boy is ready to throw hands. We stan.

These are my two favorite passages from the book:

George and I shared a lot of rooms exactly like this one, one of us dozing while the other kept working, the staccato click of keys providing the white noise that meant it was safe to sleep.

It’s a work partnership! It’s a sibling bond! It’s a romantic pairing! It’s us-against-the-world, it’s everything! Also this:

George and I used to have shower races. Who could get in and clean and out again in the shortest amount of time. All the guys we went to school with insisted that their girlfriends and sisters took forever in the bathroom, but George always beat me … once a month or so, she’d take over the bathroom for an afternoon to dye her hair back to its original color, which inevitably resulted in her shouting for me to come in and help her dye her roots. The sink on our old bathroom was stained a permanent brown by the time we were sixteen, and we ruined so many towels.

Lol the implied contrast between “other guys who complained about their gfs/sisters” and Shaun who’s been President of the Georgia Mason Fan Club for over two decades.

ANYWAY the twist at the end of this novel is that George is alive. She’s being held at some scary, sterile government facility, and it’s clear from a minor early plot point involving clones that this isn’t George, it’s got to be a George-clone. Because George 1.0 died in Shaun’s arms. But George 2.0 has got all George’s memories so we’re going to go ahead and treat her just like George, which sets us up nicely for alternating Shaun-and-George POVs when we return for the final installment of the “Newsflesh” trilogy.

#book review #newsflesh #georgia x shaun

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