#English is not my first language so its going to be a challenge but yeah

[depressedtheatrekiddo]

Hey loves!

This summer I would like to start writing a marauders fanfic (I will try), not just the marauders like I want to explore in the Valkyries (the girls and also the loves of my life<3) and the Slytherin Skittles.

I don't have like a big concept, I just have some ideas writed down and I pray to put them all in the same fanfic. I think it will be a muggle AU tho.

So, here's the part where I need ur help my loves. I started writing down all my headcanons and searching some, but they're some characters that I can't figure out like I don't know a lot about them and I want to do it right.

So I give you here a list of things that will help me<3

- Your headcanons

- Fanfics that u think portray them ✨✨

- Fanart

- Your cast of the characters

- Posts of Tumblr that u think will help me

- Othersss

So, I really need help about:

- Mary

- Peter

- Marlene

- Dorcas

- Barty

- Evan

- Xeno

But every little thing about whoever will be appreciated<3

Thanks for staying:D

Alsoalso u want to hear more about the project??? Ships?? My headcanons? Let me know sweetheart<3

Have a gayday:)

*u don't understand how much I need help BAJAJAJA I'm like in crisis idk where to search or what u love more to see😭😭

** English is not my first language so I will try to write this fanfic as a challenge for myself but also bc I want more people to enjoy it<3

[iateyourparents]

hello! could you write johnnie guilbert fluff? maybe a scenario where him and fem!reader are spending a day together (filming a video, doing random stuff) just being two people in love and jake and tara tease them and call them a married couple

deaf, mute and blind | j.g.

pairing: johnnie guilbert x fem!reader

summary: you, johnnie and jake are recording a new challenge video.

warnings: use of y/n, bad writing and grammar(i’m sorry but english isn’t my first language)

an: hi, thank you <33 hope you like it!

pictures are from pinterest :)

“Hi guys, it’s me, Tara, and today I’m here with Jake, y/n and Johnnie.” Tara introduced you and you all waved to the camera.

“Hi!” you greeted her viewers.

“Today I’m gonna torture my guests… No, but I wish.” she pouted and you all laughed “Today, my guests will be playing into deaf, mute and blind but…they will have many challenges and quests to do throughout the day. But they main goal is to do shopping and bake me cookies! Any words guys?”

“I hope I get deaf, cause I don’t think I can go much longer with them talking.” you rolled your eyes looking at Jake and your boyfriend.

“Hey!” Johnnie gasped pretending to be offended, placing hand on his chest “That hurt love.”

You only rolled your eyes but couldn’t hide the smile that was forcing its way onto your face.

“Alright, so now they will draw sticks and get to know what senses will be taken from them!” Tara showed her viewers three sticks and then she turned to you “Ladies first.”

You took the one in the middle and immediately looked at written words.

“Yeah! I’m deaf today!” You did a little winning dance. Next one choosing stick was Johnnie and he got mute.

“Oh, so I will be blind.” Jake stated “That’s good actually, at least I don’t have to look at your ugly faces.” he smirked and you laughed.

Tara handed you all your things - blindfold for Jake, duck tape for Johnnie and earphones for you.

“Let me also add, that the person who won’t do the most of their mini challenges, has to take a cold shower on the street!” Tara smiled mischievously.

“Is this enough to charge her with domestic abuse?” Jake asked kind of scared.

When everyone was ready Tara started talking to the camera and you could only guess she was explaining to people what you gonna do and not long later Johnnie took your hand to let you know you were going out. You both helped blindfolded Jake to the car and Tara drove you to the nearest store.

She turned on the camera and pointed it at you and Johnnie. You didn’t see anyone talking so you decided to speak “I think Tara already told you guys but we’re making cookies so now we have to find all of the needed ingredients.” you informed and Tara pointed the camera to Johnnie who was gesturing towards some alley. He took your hand and started dragging you there with Tara going behind you but you suddenly stopped, remembering something.

You quickly turned around and jogged to Jake to walk him to Johnnie and Tara. He said something that made Tara laugh and Johnnie’s arms shudder in a silent laugh.

You really started to regret wanting to be deaf one, because not hearing anything yet seeing it, made you frustrated. Also, not hearing Johnnie made you kinda sad. But atleast you listened to your favorite songs.

You all went to grocery alley where Jake gave you his phone so you and Johnnie could find all ingredients for cookies.

Tara was pointing the camera on you all the time and you decided to speak from time to time in case she and Jake weren’t saying anything.

“So we will be doing chocolate chip cookies. Or rather we will be trying to instruct Jake to do it without hurting himself or poisoning us.” you felt a light push on your shoulder and you laughed seeing how Jake was struggling with trying to not miss your form while hitting.

Johnnie swatted Jake’s hand when he tried to hit your shoulder again and side hugged you while looking for flour.

“Johnnie, we need flour for cakes, this one is for bread.” you told him and he gave you a ‘what the hell’ face and you knew that if he could talk and you hear, he would be asking about the difference.

“Alright, I think we got everything.” you stated when you found everything and you all went to cashier’s stands where everyone was looking at you like at idiots, but that wasn’t anything new with Johnnie and Jake.

Tara quickly paid when it was yours turn and you and Johnnie walked Jake to the car.

When you were at home you quickly started to prepare kitchen for your baking.

Suddenly, you felt someone tugging gently at your arm and you saw Johnnie pointing ahead of you. You saw Tara pointing the camera at you all and you took it as a clue to start talking.

“Alright, so now we will be trying to instruct Jake how to make cookie dough, wish us luck!” you smiled sarcastically.

You somehow were cooperating well, Johnnie was showing you the recipe and you were reading it for Jake who then with your and yours boyfriend help were making most of the work.

When cookies were in the oven you didn’t have anything better to do so you sat on the floor in front of the oven and you were just looking at the cookies.

Some time later Johnnie joined you, sitting next to you and placing his head on your shoulder. You hugged him into your side and he gladly snuggled into you, kissing your shoulder.

You sat there for a few minutes, when Tara came to you with a camera and some bowl and told something to Johnnie and then showed you her phone, where she wrote in the notes that now you will be doing random challenges before you could take the cookies out from the oven. It would decide who is the loser of the video.

You all stood in the living room and Tara came to you with the bowl and you took one piece of paper.

“I’ve got ‘activity without your sense’” you read it for them and viewers out loud and then showed the piece of paper to the camera.

Moment later Tara gave you another paper, which turned out to be an instruction what your activity was.

“So I have to call a random contact and try to have normal conversation with that person. That will be hard.” you sighed “Can Johnnie and Jake help me? Like by gesturing?” You looked at Tara and she only nodded.

You looked at the camera and smiled “I’m actually kinda scared that they will gesturing wrong things and I will make a fool of myself.” you laughed and you could see Tara snorting.

Your challenges were done, it wasn’t that bad or at least you were hoping so.

Then you took the cookies out of the oven and tried them when they weren’t hot. They were really good.

“Teamwork makes a dream work, i guess.” you smiled at the camera.

Then you could finally take off the earphones and you were never as grateful for hearing Jake and Johnnie as now.

“God, it’s so good to hear people again. I missed your voice.” you told Johnnie who smiled widely at you and kissed your cheek.

“I’m glad to see again, but I’m scared of how many bruises I’ve got today.” Jake laughed while still trying to get use to the light in the room.

“Alright guys, they made it.” Tara smiled at the camera “I can’t with how cute y/n and Johnnie were today. Literally goals. You were like and old married couple.” she giggled and you smiled.

“So, who’s the loser?” Jake asked after few minutes.

“You Jake.” You laughed “You didn’t do any of your challenges correctly.”

“That’s true.” Tara smirked “You will do your punishment later.”

You stopped recording for some time so Tara could get all of the needed things for Jake’s punishment, so you and Johnnie went to sit on the couch while hugging.

“I really missed your voice today.” you admitted again quietly.

“And I missed talking to you.” he smiled “And kissing you.” he kissed you.

[itsgreti]

THE NEW BOUNCER

pairing. elwood dalton x f!reader

summary. a new motorcycle gang is causing trouble, but the new bouncer solves the problem within a minute.

warning. cursing, mentions of physical injuries

word count. 1,2k

a/n: hey guys! it's literally my first ff ever, i just wanted to try out how hard is writing in another language, and i can tell you that i was struggling a bit haha. english is my second language, so if you find any mistakes, don't hesitate and text me! (divider is made by rookthornesartistry)

Working in the Road House was eventful. During the daytime, it was peaceful, but as night approached, the bar was no stranger to chaos. Lately, the trouble was caused by a motorcycle club, and its leader, Dell. He was the main source of broken tables and fights. Every night, he would swagger in, eyes glinting with wickedness. Tonight, however, things were going to be different.

(Y/N) had been working as a waitress at the Road House for a few years now. She had quickly become a favourite among the customers for her sense of humour and warm smile. But Dell's recent attention was anything but welcome. He would glance at her from across the bar, making nasty comments that sent shivers down her spine. She had tried to ignore him as much as possible, even helping Billy kick their ass out of the bar, but it had only led to swollen, bruised eyes of Billy and rude words to (Y/N).

Frankie’s only option to eliminate Dell and his gang was to find a new bouncer, and Elwood Dalton was the perfect candidate. He was known for his calm manner and challenging fighting skills. Initially hesitant, Dalton accepted the offer, as he had no other choice.

The other day, Dalton arrived to Glass Key, and as he walked through the door of the bar, (Y/N) couldn't help but stare at him from behind the counter. Tall, muscular, he was different from the usual arrivals, and he was an unfamiliar face compared to the regulars. He took in the scene with a keen eye, assessing the surroundings before making his way deeper into the bar. He met (Y/N)’s eyes.

"Hey there, what can I get you?" (Y/N) asked, her voice steady and friendly. It was rare for new faces to arrive with luggage in their hand.

"A black coffee, please." Dalton replied, his tone polite but firm.

"Um, we don’t have that. But you can try our Cuban coffee. It’s different, but it works the same." (Y/N) replied with a smile. Dalton agreed and waited her to prepare it. While he was waiting, he took in the ambiance. As she handed him the coffee, their eyes met, and she felt a strange sense of reassurance. There was something about him that made her feel safer already.

"You're new here," she said, more as a statement than a question.

Dalton nodded. "Just started today. Name's Dalton."

"(Y/N)," she replied with a smile. "Welcome to the Road House."

"Thanks, ma’am. Do you know where can I find Frankie?" he asked with a small smile at the corner of his lips.

She quickly pointed at a small room. "Yes, up there." Dalton acknowledged her, poured down the coffee, and made his way up to his new boss.

As the day went on and the light of the moon reflected into the bar, the place filled with people. The air buzzed with music and laughter. (Y/N) didn’t stop working for a moment as more and more customers ordered drinks. There were small fights, but Billy and Reef quickly wrapped them up. Dalton sat at the side of the counter and admired (Y/N)'s endurance and resilience as she also tried to put the too-drunk people in place.  

"The bar is always that packed?" Dalton asked (Y/N), who was mixing a cocktail with a customer.

"Yeah… " (Y/N) replied and handed over the drink to a girl. "But it’s normal, until-" Before she could finish her sentence, the mood shifted the moment Dell and his ass gang walked in. (Y/N)'s heart sank; she had been hoping for a quiet night and Billy had enough black eye for today.

"Wow, it’s like a morgue in here," Dell shouted and flipped the table in front of him for no reason. He scanned the room, his gaze immediately locking onto (Y/N). Dalton, watching from the aisle, tensed.

Dell made his way through the crowd, knocking over a couple of chairs in his path. He reached the billiard table to play some rounds as he had the past days, but he again terrified the other regulars. Billy came over to him and told him to get out, but Dell just laughed and pushed him back.

"Oh, Billy. You’re that stupid?" Dell laughed with his company next to him. "You didn’t learn, did you?" (Y/N) watched it behind the counter and decided to end it finally. She loved Billy as if he was her brother and couldn’t watch it anymore as the biker beat him up by and made everyone's life miserable. Dalton followed her every movement and decided to stand up if anything happens.

"Hey! Get the fuck out, now!" (Y/N) said with anger in her voice and stand in front of Billy.

"Ay, sweetheart. You’re here to protect your little guy?" Dell snorted and grabbed her wrist, pulling her towards him. "How about you and I get out of here and maybe I won’t give him another black eye?" he slurred, his grip tightening.

(Y/N) tried to pull away, her voice steady despite her fear. "Let go of me."

Dell laughed, a cruel sound that sent a wave of anger through Dalton. Before (Y/N) could say anything more, Dalton was there, his presence a wall of protection between her and Dell.

"She asked you to let go." Dalton said, his voice calm but firm.

"Who the hell are you?" Dell sneered.

"Dalton," he replied calmly. "And you're done causing trouble here."

Dell scoffed, but he released (Y/N). "What are you gonna do about it, Dalton?"

Dalton didn't respond. Instead, he moved with a speed that caught Dell off guard. In a matter of seconds, Dell was on the ground, gasping for breath and clutching his stomach where Dalton had landed a perfectly aimed punch.

The bar fell silent; every eye now was on Dalton. He looked around, making sure his message was clear. There was something about him that commanded respect. "This bar is under new management. Anyone who wants to cause trouble will have to answer to me."

Dell scrambled to his feet, fury in his eyes. He charged at Dalton, but Dalton sidestepped, using Dell's momentum against him. Dell crashed into a table, breaking it under his weight. The crowd burst into cheers, and a couple of regulars moved to help Dalton drag Dell's friends out of the bar.

Once Dell and the others were outside, Dalton turned back to (Y/N). She was shaken but unharmed, her eyes filled with gratitude.

"Thank you," she said, her voice a little shaky. "He’s been a problem for a while, but it was the first time he…" she tried to continue but felt a hand on her shoulders.

Dalton gave her a reassuring smile. "You don't have to worry about him anymore. If he comes back, he'll regret it."

(Y/N) nodded, relief washing over her. As the bar slowly returned to its usual noise and chaos, she felt a newfound sense of safety. (Y/N) handed him another beer, on the house this time. With Dalton around, she knew she could handle whatever came her way.

And as for Dalton, he couldn't help but feel a deepening admiration for (Y/N). She was strong and brave, and he was determined to make sure she never had to face trouble alone again.

[nadinefromwhere]

meeting the parents... BUT MAKE IT FILIPINO 💥💥💥

summary: it wouldn't be a challenge to meet your parents right?

i have cooked another fic for da week might do raf next 🥰🥰 I HAVE STARVED THE VOICES IN MY HEAD SO I DID THIS

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Zayne - Zayne or lovely doctor making sure to learn filipino or some words of it during his free time 💅🏻💅🏻 - AHEM EXCUSE ME AS SOON AS YOUR PARENTS SAW HIM THEY KNEW HE WAS THE ONE - “Anak ang gwapo ng boyfriend mo” - si mama - And since he’s a doctor they’ll gladly accept him as there son in law immediately ☝🏻 - LIKE HELLO I DON'T THINK THEY WOULD DENY THE FACT THAT THERE DAUGHTERS BOYFRIEND IS ATTRACTIVE AND A DOCTOR TOO??? - I have a feeling when your uncle or any family member that has health questions or anything related to that they straight up ask Zayne about it - AND HUGE HEADCANON I HAVE A FEELING THAT mom in question would be like “look oh my anak dates a doctor 🥰” every chance she gets 💥💥💥 - And then when its dad he probably would play some board games or watch tv with Zayne 😃 Rafayel - Considering the fact that this man over here knows lots of languages i bet he knows how to speak filipino and is fluent  - I have a feeling mom would love him but dad? Maybe suspish at first but eventually over time trusts him - I also have a feeling during the first meeting when rafa and dad were along he’d be like “wag mo saktan ang anak ko lagot ka sakin ha 😡”  - So of course Rafayel he made sure that he’ll earn papas trust 💅🏻💅🏻 - Falling asleep out of nowhere while watching? He’d make sure to put a blanket on you and close the tv  - I think some gestures after that UR DAD FINALLY ACCEPTS HIM AS HIS SON IN LAW 🗣️🗣️🗣️ Xavier - This guy over here, he’d be making sure to learn filipino as much as he can so he can impress your parents even if it's just a few phrases 😭😭(my babyyyyy) - If he like meets your parents, he’s kinda shy at first cuz uhm he technically doesn't know how to speak in filipino- - I think rest assured parents will be able to speak english…..right? - Dead ass have a feeling he’d eventually fit right in  - MAMA BE TREATING HIM LIKE HER OWN SON - Xavier shall not come home starved but shall come home bloated and full 💅🏻 - “Nak kumain ka pa ang konti mo lang kinain” and then starts putting large amounts of food in the plate - AND THEN OH BOY HE WOULD COME HOME WITH CONTAINERS FULL OF FOOD but baby it lasts for a good month already 🥺☝🏻 Sylus - Of course same as Zayne and Xav he will learn some filipino before meeting your parents - They be like “🤨anak sino yan” - But don't worry Sylus had a plan all along if things go downhill 🫡 - Cause who on earth would just casually say “IM THE LEADER OF ONYCHINUS AND I'M GONNA MARRY YOUR DAUGHTER 🦅🦅🦅🦅” yeah no Sylus won't do that at all  - And mah goodness parents be acting suspish still giving the 🤨 to him 😭 - “I'm a businessman 😇”well i mean it wouldn't be bad if there daughter married a businessman right? - In the end all goes well and could happily say that Sylus earned their trust - But papa be watching  on him 👀

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@axerrri

[writer-freak]

Late night call | Atsumu x Gn reader

Summary: Playing for MSBY is Atsumu's dream, but it means being apart from you. He travels away for a week and you both aren't doing well with the distance but you always make time for each other.

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fluff, gn reader, reader is mentioned to wear lingerie, used the word core for reader, time skip Atsumu, phone sex, english isn't my first language, smut is maybe not that great

A/n: My Haikyuu phase is back and I have written so much stuff for Haiykuu in the last few days. Also am currently trying my hand more on smut but I still have some struggles with it. So I wrote something more sweet at the beginning.

Comments, likes and reblogs are always appreciated and really motivate me to write more <3

Atsumu had been dreading this trip for weeks. Playing for the MSBY Black Jackals was a dream come true, but it came with its challenges, including time away from you. He kissed you goodbye at the door, holding you a little longer than usual, not wanting to let go.

"I'll miss ya." he murmured against your hair, his voice full of reluctance.

"I'll miss you too, 'Tsumu. It's only for a week." you reassured him, even though you felt the same way.

He smiled, but it didn't reach his eyes. "Yeah, just for a week." The days apart were harder than either of you anticipated. Despite the time difference, Atsumu made it a point to text you whenever he had a free moment. His messages were like always full of jokes, but you could tell he was struggling with the distance. You also missed him terribly, counting down the days until he would be back.

After practice, Atsumu was even more exhausted than usual but still, he couldn't wait to hear your voice. He sat down on his bed before dialing your number and waiting, a small smile forming on his lips when he heard you answer.

"Hey, 'Tsumu! How was practice?" "Hey, babe. It was good, just long. I miss ya." he admitted, leaning back against the headboard and closing his eyes, just taking in the sound of your voice.

"I miss you too. Want me to tell you about my day?" you offered, hoping to maybe take his mind off for a moment.

"Yeah, please. I wanna hear all about it." he said, his voice showing signs of fatigue.

You started talking about your day, recounting all the little things that had happened. You could hear him responding every now and then, but the responses started to get fewer and fewer. Eventually, you heard his breathing even out, a soft snore escaping his lips.

You paused, realizing he had fallen asleep. Warmth spread through your chest, appreciating just how much he cared. Despite being exhausted, he had still made the effort to call you and listen to you talk about your day. It was moments like these that reminded you just how much he loved you.

"Goodnight, 'Tsumu." you whispered, not wanting to wake him. You stayed on the line, listening to his steady breathing, feeling a little more like he was next to you even though he was miles away. You eventually fell asleep with the phone still next to your ear, lulled to sleep by the sound of his soft snores.

The next morning, you woke up to a text from Atsumu.

"Sorry, I fell asleep on ya, babe. But I loved hearing about your day. Can't wait to see ya soon. Love ya."

The next day, after particularly grueling practice, Atsumu was finally back in his hotel room, exhausted but missing you terribly. He took a quick shower, the hot water soothing his sore muscles. As he dried off, he got an idea, a way of apologizing for yesterday while also teasing you just a little. With a smirk, he positioned himself in front of the mirror, snapping a picture of his shirtless torso, droplets of water still clinging to his skin, his abs and chest glistening. He sent it to you with a teasing message.

"Wish ya were here to help me dry off ;)"

Your phone buzzed, and your eyes widened at the image. Heat pooled in your core as you took in the sight of him. You bit your lip, deciding to play along. You changed into a lacy piece of lingerie, snapping a picture of yourself lying on the bed, the fabric leaving little to the imagination.

"Maybe I'll save that for when you get back. For now, here's something to keep you company."

Atsumu's breath hitched when he saw your photo, his exhaustion momentarily forgotten. He typed back quickly, his heart racing. "Damn, babe, ya know how to drive me crazy. I can't wait to get back and have ya all to myself."

You felt a bit of excitement at his response, you usually didn't dirty text much so this just made it more exciting. You decided to push a little further.

"Just imagine what I'll do to you when you get back. I might not even let you out of the bedroom."

Atsumu groaned softly, his mind filling with images of you together. He needed to calm himself down, but the fantasies were almost too much to bear. He replied, his fingers shaking slightly.

"You better be ready, 'cause I'm not gonna hold back."

The exchange left both of you hot and bothered and later that night, Atsumu found himself unable to sleep, his mind racing with thoughts of you. He picked up his phone and called you, he needed to hear your voice. It was late for him, but he didn't care. You answered almost immediately.

"Hey, 'Tsumu. Can't sleep?" you asked, your voice soft.

"Yeah, I need ya," he admitted, his voice already filled with desire. "Been thinkin' about ya all day."

Your breath hitched at his words, the heat from earlier coming back. "I've been thinking about you too. Those pictures…"

"Ya liked that, huh? I didn't even show you that much." he teased, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. "Wish I could be there with ya, touchin' ya, makin' ya feel good."

"Tell me what you'd do if you were here." you urged, your voice trembling.

"I'd start by kissin' ya, slow and deep. My hands would be all over ya, touchin' every inch of that gorgeous body." he described, his words sending shivers down your spine.

"Keep going." you breathed, your hand slipping under your shirt, imagining it was his touch.

"I'd pull that sexy little thing ya were wearin' off ya, kissin' my way down your neck, your chest… I'd take my time, babe wanna make ya feel everythin'." he continued, his own hand moving down to palm himself through his boxers.

You let out a soft moan, his words driving you wild. "Atsumu… I need you so bad."

"Fuck, ya sound so good. Wish I could hear ya in person." he groaned, his hand slipping inside his boxers. "What are ya doin' right now, baby? Tell me."

You bit your lip, your free hand moving down to your core. "I'm touching myself, 'Tsumu. Thinking about you. About how good you make me feel."

He let out a shaky breath, his hand moving faster. "Fuck, that's hot. Keep goin', babe. Wanna hear ya come for me."

The sound of his voice, filled with need, spurred you on. You could hear his breathing getting heavier, matching your own. "I'm so close, 'Tsumu. Just need you…"

"Come for me, baby. Let me hear ya." he urged, his own release nearing.

With a few more strokes, you cried out his name, your body trembling with pleasure. Hearing you pushed Atsumu over the edge, a guttural moan escaping his lips as he found his release.

"Fuck, that was… amazin'." he panted, his voice filled with satisfaction.

You both lay there, catching your breath.

"I love you, 'Tsumu." you whispered, a smile tugging at your lips.

"I love ya too, more than anythin'." he replied, his voice soft.

Dividers by: @cafekitsune

[victiamai]

Tokyo Revengers Interactions - Part 2(motorcycle rides and other things)

⚠️Inappropriate language and some obscenities ⚠️

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⭐ characters: Hakkai Shiba, Takemichi Hanagaki, Chifuyu Matsuno, Shuji Hanma, Takashi Mitsuya, Souya Kawata (Angry), Nahoya Kawata (Smiley), South Terano (Bonus)⭐

Hakkai Shiba:

•He's trying to overcome his shyness around you. But even so, he can't stop blushing when you hug his waist.

•Motorcycle rides are frequent.

•He was taking you to your parents' house.

•You slowly got off when he stopped the bike. You hugged his neck or kissed him. "Are you sure you don't want to stay, my love?" You asked looking into his eyes. "I'm sorry princess, I really can't today... Gang stuff..." You made him promise to stay next time.

•You kissed him one more time and he left on the motorcycle.

Takemichi Hanagaki:

•Your idiot childhood best friend Hanagaki Takemichi

•You almost regretted asking him to take you home after school.

•He got the "twin" of Mikey's bike not long ago. Takemichi didn't seem to be very experienced with bikes.

•"Takemichi, for the love of God... DON'T LEAN SO MUCH WITH THAT BIKE!" you shouted in complete despair.

•Hanagaki took a turn so fast that you were forced to lean over to avoid falling with the bike, you and everything. "TAKEMICHI!" You screamed as your leg scraped on the asphalt.

•Get ready to give him a lot of slaps and get a lot of apologies.

Chifuyu Matsuno:

•"Hey Chifuyu?" He looks at you over his shoulder. "Yeah, Y/N?" You lightly fix your hair. "I need to be home early today... I thought you could drive me there. Well, you have a motorcycle right?" He healed violently at her request. "Of course y/n..." You hear his friends celebrating.

•He is worshipping your body close to his.

•My God, how he wants you to hug him!

•He took great care while riding with you on the back of his motorcycle.

•He is 100% fulfilled with the event.

•When he dropped you off in front of your house, he felt light as feathers, ready to fly away.

•You can be sure he will tell Baji everything, This one will be extremely happy and proud of his friend.

Shuji Hanma:

•Being Hanma's companion has its challenges. But it also has countless advantages.

•"Hey y/n, sweetie" his voice is so sweet today that you even found it strange.

•Hanma drags you up and down to his gang meetings. And there you were once again.

•You had to fight your way through the various delinquents to get to him. When you got to the front with him, his face was grim.

•"Let's go!" Something very serious had happened soon but you didn't dare to ask.

•Hanma joining the Tokyo Manji gang was quite a surprise for you.Mad you're a good girl, you're a good girlfriend, and good girls and good girlfriends don't ask their evil boyfriend questions.

•Hanma was "asked to leave the gang" another big surprise for you. And once again you didn't ask anything.

•That night, he took his anger out on you. Hanma thrust in and out of you with a murderous fury. His eyes flashed as you grabbed his back with your sharp nails. And that only made him more excited.

• "Do you like that? Is that right baby girl?" Good luck walking the next day.

Takashi Mitsuya:

•Mitsuya is your best friend. You call him that, although Mitsuya doesn't like that title very much.

•He made a beautiful new outfit for you. 'She's going to look hot in that outfit...' he thought, unable to contain himself, as far as his imagination went.

•Mitsuya imagined what you would look like in the outfit he made. You and your beautiful body covered in the soft fabric he chose especially for you.

•Mitsuya picked you up from your school that afternoon. He offered you his helmet and you sat behind him. As usual, you hugged his waist to keep from falling off the bike.

• "y/n... I made something for you" he said fixing shyness.

•It was clear that it was a new outfit, you hugged him and rested your face on his shoulder.

•"You must have looked beautiful, Suya" and you really did look beautiful, you looked beautiful. And Mitsuya let it show.

•That night, Mitsuya stopped being your best friend, although he still remains just your.

Souya Kawata (Angry):

•Angry is completely different from his smiley twin brother. Anyone can easily see that.

•The other twins are childhood best friends, and this has generated countless virtues for you.

•You never walked again, for example. You didn't have to worry about your own safety, and that was wonderful for you.

•You love the twins. And they love you. Although in different ways.

•Smiley you just a little sister. As for Angry... Ah... He worships you like a true goddess.

•You were going to the market when the twins passed you on their motorcycles.

•"Hey y/n" shouted the smiley "get on the bike girl, I'll give you a ride!" You were happy until the pink-haired twin. Until Until you noticed the blue-haired twins staring at you with those sad eyes. Although he maintained his usual furious expression.

•"Sorry Nahoya, but I'm going with your brother this time..." Smiley whispered whatever. Smiling as he watched you go to his brother.

•You held on to him tightly as the two bikes rode side by side down the street.

•When you got off the bike, Nahoya looked at you smiling "go on girl, we'll be waiting for you outside."Souya looked at you desperately and said, "And please choose me again."

Nahoya Kawata (Smiley):

•(lots of sex between you two.) He loves fucking his childhood friend.

•Make no mistake, in this part of the story it is Smiley who is in love with you. And Angry to see you as a younger sister.

•Smiley is fast. One minute you're talking about high school, and the next you're having sex for the first time.

•Grind your ass on his cock, he loves it when you do that. "Fuck baby girl... You're gonna make me cum like that!"

South Terano (bonus):

•Please your man. He deserves it. South grabs your hair, pushing your head against his body. You choke, relax your throat and try again.

•He makes a huge effort not to be too rough with you. After all, you are his precious and favorite rag doll.

•Come on girl, get that dick down your throat nice and tight. He'll reward you in no time.

💋Hey, did you like the story? Suggest me more characters for part 3💋

[mika-no-sekai-blog]

With the last breath

Word count: 1577

Warnings: depression, suicide attempt

Part II

At first, I'm sorry for my English. It isn't my native language, so there are mistakes and maybe it wouldn't give sense. Writing this was a real challenge and it showed me my (language) limits😅

For the first actual fanfiction I post here I'd say it's quite dark. I wrote it after fight with husband as kind of distraction. Well, it served its purpose.

Declaration: I write just for fun✌️

One day you were on a way to deliver some documents to Rhysand. He sent a request to the library to look for certain information he urgently needed and when everything he asked for was collected, Clotho asked you to deliver it to him. As the only person who from time to time didn't mind to go out, you had a good relationship him and knew all of the members of the inner circle. You often worked with them and helped them as you knew the library so well as the back of your hand.

Entering the River House you headed to his office. Clotho had sent him a notice of your visit early in the morning, so you knew where to look for him. As you approached the office door you could hear his voice and the voices of two other males. He was there together with his brothers standing around the table with maps and papers on it and discussing something important. You didn't want to disturb them, so you silently walked through the open door and set the documents on a small table right next to the door. Spymaster's eyes met yours for a second as he was the only one facing the door and he noticed the movement. Finding out it's you, as usually, he lost interest and returned to whatever they were looking at together. Rhys noticed his eyes went up and he also turned to you with a big, kind smile.

„Is that the information I asked for?“

„Yeah, it should be all. I checked it several times to make sure,“ you whispered silently, but he heard you.

„Would you mind to stay for lunch since you've come this far? It would be just three of us, Feyre and Elain,“ Rhys invited you.

Your eyes hastily darted to Azriel. His jaw slightly tightened, but you didn't miss that small move. „I'm afraid I need to return back..“ you tried to smile little.

„Are you already going back? Don't you need escort?“ Cassian turned to you too, offering help.

He and Rhys were kind to you and seemed to be happy to see you whenever you met them. Rhys always asked you to join a meal with his family and sometimes you'd accept it. On the other hand, Spymaster has never bothered to treat you with more than a short look or few casual phrases at the best. Even though he didn't seem to be really fond of you, he tended to sit next to you on a sofa or hold a seat for you next to him at the table. But it was a long time ago. Maybe he noticed you eyeing him with interest and that was the reason his behaviour changed over the years from 'I can tolerate you' to 'such a nuisance'. He personally didn't do nor say anything bad to you. But you could feel it from him somehow. You hadn't much of magic in your blood, but you was able to read any subtle signs and understand how people around you feel. That's the reason you stopped accepting invitations and tried to cross his path as little as possible. In the moments like this it was impossible to avoid meeting him and he seemed to be fine with it, paying you minimum attention. But as soon as somebody asked you to join them for a meal or evening, you could feel a slight discomfort from him. You tried to brush it away, but still it hurt.

When you met him for the first time you were afraid of him. As you got to know inner circle better, you learnt there's actually nothing scary about him and that deep down he is a very kind person. His silent, calm and caring nature appealed to you and before you noticed you fell in love with him. You couldn't help it even though you knew you don't have any chance. Masking it as best as you could, you decided to suffer in silence. You knew about his feeling toward Mor and when Archeron sisters entered your lives you noticed his shift of interest to Elain too. You weren't ugly, but there was no way you could compete with such beauties as the two of them. And you were well aware of that. That's why you've never tried to approach him and talk to him properly and after feeling a kind of discomfort from him in your presence, you tried to keep your distance and avoid him.

You excused yourself as fast as you could and turned around to leave. When you were sure that Rhys and Cass turned back to the table, you allowed yourself a single glance to him over your shoulder. His features were relaxed. He was so painfully beautiful that tears welled up in your eyes and the painful hole in your chest got little bigger.

After meeting him you needed some time to calm down and bury those feelings back so deep that nobody could notice them. You were walking around the city till you were sure you regained your peace. And just then you decided to head back to the library.

When you were climbing up the stairs you heard some muffled voices. You've never spied on other people, but this time you couldn't resist it and peaked to the hall to see who could it be. And there you saw them. Azriel stood with his back against the wall, Elain standing on her tiptoes with arms around his neck leaning into him. They started to kiss, slowly at first, but soon enough their passion took over. You couldn't stand it. Tears stinging your eyes once again, you left as silently as possible. When you were far from them and they couldn't hear you anymore, you run to your room as fast as you could. Closing the door you slid down to the ground unable to stifle your sobs. Knowing he has a thing for somebody else wasn't as painful as to actually see them together. It utterly broke your heart leaving you unable to breathe properly. Your life was pretty simple, you didn't have much. Your love for that male and a little faith you held were basically all you had left and the scene you witnessed totally crushed it all.

It took you hours until you calmed down enough to be able to stand up. You opened the door. You didn't know where to go, but you couldn't stand to be here anymore. Your legs took over the control, marching on their own. Suddenly you found yourself on one of the balconies heavily leaning on the railing. You slightly leaned over the edge looking down. The balcony was so high it made you nauseous. You pulled back to the safety. Spending most of the time in the library you've never gave much thoughts to heights at which you lived. You just occasionally had chance to stop and look out the window. Carefully you sat up on the railing back facing outwards. You tried to take deep breaths to calm down, to get through the pain and the shock. You tilted your head back watching floating clouds. As child you spent hours lying in the grass and watching clouds. It used to be so relaxing, but now you felt nothing, except emptiness. There was a bird flying high above you. You sighed. How beautiful it would be if you could fly. You'd took off flying far from this place, far from these people, far from him. What it must be like to feel so free and weightless. If you lean back little more, you could find out. It would be so nice to fly down, to never have to feel anything anymore. You knew you should be scared to even think about such things, but instead you felt numb.

 The bird was getting bigger as it flew closer. You closed eyes and leaned back more and more. Suddenly you felt so light, flying like that bird. Small smile formed on your lips and you stretched out arms like wings.

Azriel was flying back to the House of Wind when he noticed somebody leaning dangerously on the edge of railing on one of the highest balconies. It was strange, but he was tired so at first he didn't pay much attention to it. He looked away just for a moment and the person disappeared. His throat tightened. He immediately plunged headlong down, but he wasn't fast enough. The person was only few meters away from a certain death. He had to winnow. Stepping into shadows he reappeared few foots bellow the person stretching out arms to catch... HER! There was no doubt. It was Y/N. What happened? Why would she do something so horrible? What if he tries to catch her, but she slips through his hands and dies? He'd never been so scared in his entire life. If something were to happen to her, he'd never forgive himself. All sounds of the world disappeared, he could hear only own heart racing in his chest. It took just mere seconds, but it seemed to take forever. The moment her body collided with his, the time had stopped. He squeezed his eyes, muscles tensing, wings spreading to stop their fall.

When he finally dared to open his eyes, there she was safe in his arms, pressed to his chest. He breathed a sigh of relief.

[yourimagines]

Caught part 2

* English is not my first language I apologise

* Triggers: fluff

Y/N POV

I walked up to Lando’s door and knocked, waiting for him to open the door. I heard some noises from the other side of the door. The door open and he stood there smiling at me. “Hey Y/N, come in.” He said, making room for me to get inside. “Hey Lando.” I walked inside, he closed the door behind me. “How’s going?” He asked while I followed him to the living room. “Good, how are you?” We both entered his kitchen “I’m fine, do you want something to drink?” He hold up to glasses “Yes thank you.” He nods and fills the two glasses. “Max is not here today, he’s sick.” He handed me a glass. “Thanks, but you said that Max is sick?” “Yep.” He leans against the counter. Looking really good. “He’s just a muppet.” He said while sipping on his drink. “I know, its always something with him.” I chuckled and took a sip from my drink. “Wanna get started then?” He pushed himself off the counter. “Sure.” I nodded at him. “Okay, follow me then.” I walked behind Lando, through his kitchen to the living room, walking up the stairs to his office. “Take a seat please.” He pointed at the chair. I sat down as he grabbed some stuff. “I have some headphones for you as well and some snacks.” He gave me the headphones and placed the snacks on his desk. He took place in his chair and rolled over to the computer. “Max and I have some ideas but we need your help as well.” He said while starting up his computer. “Okay, let’s see if I can help you guys out.” He smiles. “I think you can.”

Lando POV

She was sitting close to me, reading some ideas and watching older videos. “I think these two are good.” She said while pointing at my screen. “The karting challenge and Party Animals?” I was looking at her, how the lights reflects off her skin, her eyes fixed on the screen, smiling to herself. “Yeah, I think it would be very funny.” She turns around and looks at me. Giving me a shy smile. “I think you’re right.” I looked back at my screen. I clicked the files away. “I think we start with the karting video because of the weather.” “Yes, I don’t want to get sick because of the bad weather.” I chuckled. “But Max and I are there to warm you up.” She giggles. I turned my head to the side to look at her. She leans against my shoulder, smiling brightly. “I think I skip that offer.” I looked at her eyes, her beautiful bright eyes looking at me. “Why?” I whispered softly. “Because Max stinks.” She let out a giggle, causing me to laugh. “He does sometimes.” We both laughed. I tried to say something but only some weird noises came out of my mouth. She starts to laugh harder, causing her eyes tear up. I rubbed my tears away. “No, this is awful.” She says while rubbing her tears away with her sleeve. “But it’s true.” Her face was red, stilling smiling brightly. “The worst thing about this is that you smell it too.” “I know, but I don’t hug him that offended.” “You guys hug?” She says while pushing her legs up. “Yes of course we do, why?���

She shrugged her shoulders. “No I just thought about it.” She looks at her hands. ‘Just be bold Lando.’ “You want to hug me?” She looks up. “Only if you feel comfortable with it, I think your hugs look so comfy.” I smiled. ‘She want to hug me.’ “Of course you can hug me.” I moved a bit closer with my chair to hers. “Let’s hug then.” I stretched my arms open, allowing her to hug me. She gladly accepts and move over to me. She leans over and hugs me. I wrapped my arms around her hugging her back. She sat with her knees on her chair, hanging over to me. ‘Just pull her close.’ I hesitated to pull her on top of me. “You wanna get more comfortable?” She nods. I grabbed her by her waist and pulled her on top of me. She hides her face in my neck. “Your so comfy Lando.” I started to blush. “Thank you, so are you.” I started to smell her sweet shampoo as I nuzzled my faces against her hair. “You in comparison to max do smell nice.” She giggled softly. “Thank you, you also smell very nice.” I felt her nose against my neck. “Are you sniffing me?” I asked while caressing her back. “Yes.” She whispered. She carefully pulled a bit back. “I’m sorry, it’s a bit weird now.” She says while I just smiles at her. “No it’s not weird, please do want you want to do.” I looked at her face, staring at her. A blush forms on her cheeks. “You sure?” I nod while admiring her. “Okay.” She whispered and leans forward, gently kissing my lips. My heart completely stop beating, hands got cold and I looked in shock at her. “I’m sorry I…” I grabbed her face and pulls her close, kissing her back. She relaxes against me and kisses me back. Her hands move up to my hair as mine move to her waist. “Lando.” She pulls a bit back, she bites on her rosy plump lips. “Yes?” My hand moves up to her face, gently caressing her cheek. “I think we should thank Max for being so noisy.” “Wait what.” “He knew I have a crush on you, so he went over to talk to you, to ask you out on a date for me.” I laugh. “No way, I have a crush on you as well, he texted you because he found out.” She laughs as well. “Well thank you stinky Max.” “Yes, thank you Stinky Max.” She plays with the strings of my hoodie. “So, what now.” I grabbed her hands. “I want to take you out on a proper date but only if you want to continue this.” She smiles. “Of course I want to continue this.” “Good.” We both smiled at each other, she lay her head against my shoulder. “Just want to cuddle you now.” “You can always cuddle me.” I kissed her head as I grabbed my phone, Texting Max.

Me: thanks for being a noisy friend ❤️✌🏻

[periludic]

Hihi! :>

Could I request a (romantic/crush) step 2 Derek with a reader who often dotes on people (especially him)? Maybe reader brings him lunches when he forgets to bring his own or patches up injuries and bruises after his games :) (if possible, maybe reader has like. his same problem (taking care of people and forgetting to care for themself))

the thought behind this is like.derek finally getting love and care too and not just caring for others without any thanks because HE DESERVES IT 😭🫶

Thank you, and have a good day/night!

(ALSO SORRY IF THIS REQUEST DIDNT MAKE SENSE ISNDODMWPS-)

" CARE "

📌 Pairing: Derek (Step 2) x GN! MC

📌 Notes: HEY!! Thank you for the ask I appreciate it :D and I am especially happy to write Derek HCs I love the precious boy so much he deserves so much love <33 I hope you have a good day/night as well!

Derek adored you. Adored how you took care of others, adored how you were always so considerate to people

Especially towards him.

He'd noticed the way you always took extra time and care with him

Always fussing over his injuries whenever he got scratched and bruised from training

Always bringing extra water bottles for him while he's out practicing

Always noticing whenever he'd burned himself out from ruining around all day

It always makes him flustered!!

Whenever he feels your fingers brush against his skin while you try to bandage him up almost makes him want to explode himself (in a good way!!)

Barely stops himself from fainting whenever you ask him if he's doing okay with a look of worry in your pretty eyes

He looks at you like you're an angel whenever you take care of him (he's convinced that you actually are one)

At first, he was in denial. Trying to rationalize that you were just that great of a person (another reason why he doesn't deserve you)

Cove would've needed to point out that fact himself, and insist that yeah, you do give him special treatment

As much as he denies it, he cant help but feel giddy. Probably thinks about it late at night on his bed, giggling and blushing and kicking his legs like a fool

A part of him is selfish. He wanted to mess up more, he wanted to fail, to fall, to get hurt just so you can pamper him

He wouldn't actually do it!! In fact, he probably beats himself up over the evil thought!!

That doesn't mean it doesn't exist though…

Checking up on him daily makes him fall 101% more head over heels in love with you (pls bandage himself up for falling too hard)

Make him lunch and he's just about ready to get married to you for reals

However he refuses to be the only one taken care of, in fact. He's going to take it as a lighthearted challenge, he'll go out of his way to absolutely spoil you.

Bag too heavy? He'll take it! Your legs are sore from running? Let him carry you! There's a door in your way? Its just screaming for him to open it!!

If you deal with the same problems he does, he'd most definitely catch on pretty quickly. He's dealing with it himself after all!

It makes him feel more appreciated, seen. You were someone he cherished that he can relate to

Does it make him happy though? Hell no!

Derek was just about ready to carry the weight of the world if it meant you wouldn't put yourself last

Always assures you that its okay to be selfish every once in a while! That you deserved to be taken care of, that people didn't stick with you so you can handle their problems

They stay with you because you're you, and he thinks you're perfect

He cares about you! So you should care about yourself too

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📌 Extra Notes: Again, sorry if my english isnt as good, its not my first language

[popstart]

Hi, i was the anon who sent this ask, and now that you are talking about this issue, i will talk about one of the accounts you talked about.

"Oh yeah, let's ignore ALL the good things Duncan Said about Courtney and ALL the times Courtney defended him in the season, and Just sum up their ENTIRE relationship on one of their worst episodes"

Now, don't get me wrong, i hated Duncney in "Top Dog", but summing up them in Just it is so weird.

Also, the "Duncan was scared of Courtney 🥺" pisses me off so much, like can his fans STOP babying a whole criminal?

Oh my fucking God, this is a low blow.

Again, summing Duncan and Courtney's relationship in Just "Top Dog" is weird, but doing this just to make Gwen and Duncan's relationship less worse is disturbing.

Ok, let's see Duncan's ENTIRE confessional.

"Aw, man! I only came back for Gwen! She better not sulk the whole time, or i might as Well date Courtney-"

Wow, dehumanising Duncney and Gwourtney shippers by calling them maniacs. Incredible. Also, i've seen her (the user goes by any pronouns) Interacting with the shippers, and they were Nice?! This Just makes her look like an annoying and immature child.

Again, dehumanising Duncney and Gwourtney shippers by calling them terrifying. Incredible.

Ok, she reblogged this shit. Oh my god, the way i'm gonna scream now.

SHE THOUGHT IT WAS PART OF THE CHALLENGE! THIS ISN'T COMPARABLE AT ALL! ALSO, DIDN'T YOU WATCH THE EPISODE? OR YOU JUST SAW THIS CLIP OUT OF CONTEXT AND WENT LIKE "Oh, yeah, this one is gonna work to make Cuntney like a Cheater hehehe"? BECAUSE IT SEEMS LIKE IT!

The way Courtney antis try the most possible to make Courtney look like the Devil incarnate is uncomfortable as fuck.

Also, I'm really Glad this post's OP is now deactivated. I was already not standing this user in the Duncney tag talking shit anymore.

This is an excerpt of her fanfic (The Wattpad account is on the bio)

The fanfic is about a Duncan in xem (the pronouns in the fanfic) 30s now who, along other old contestants (Courtney and Gwen are two of them) and new ones, is kidnapped to a new reality show hosted by Chris. During this reality show, xe finds a magic necklace, which is obviously important.

I'm going to admit, i actually liked the fanfic and (*GASP*) Gwen and Duncan's relationship in It, but i would've liked It more If, every time Courtney appeared, she wouldn't be treated like a "monster who traumatized Duncan forever and should die painfully 🥺".

Anyway, talking about the necklace, It is obviously searched, so one of these people invades the show with a gun and threatens Duncan and the people with xem, but Duncan DIDN'T give them It, so they actually tried to shoot xem, making a whole mess.

Now, that's my problem with this excerpt: Courtney is, again, treated like an annoying bitch, even though she has ALL the right to Get angry over Duncan.

Like, what do you Mean that you will not give a necklace to a person who threats you with a gun BECAUSE of it, which is worse when you are along people, including MINORS, who didn't have to do with it, threatning their lives too?!

Seriously, the way some of Courtney's haters Go as Far as they can to disregard her feelings is so disturbing i can't-

(Sorry about the bad English, It isn't my First language)

YEAH i saw all of this on their account and i just sighed. that one post they reblogged about how "unfaithful" courtney is especially pisses me off because they showed way more evidence for duncan being the unfaithful one then ended up spinning it into a duncan baby boy gwu'ncan win moment. what! that entire post was about how all three people in that situation werent good yet the conclusion they (and the op) came to is that gwun'can good courtney bad duncney bad 🥴the reach of all reaches

its honestly just double standard after double standard and it pisses me off so much. they just jump through hoops to defend their hatred of courtney and any ship with her that they end up missing a key point of their own damn posts LMFAO. its just sooo uncomfortable how much theyre willing to defend a white boy and a white girl that they provided textbook evidence themself about them not being saints yet praise them for being good people yet completely demonize the hell out of courtney and for what 💀

also the cherry picking is EXTREMELY prominent here. the "how duncan looks at courtney vs how he looks at gwen" thing is extra amusing to me because literally 3 seconds later duncan talks about how much he loves courtney DJSHGSFKJA. extremely amusing. anyways, anyone that knows their shit will see through the complete bullshit these kindsa people post but the thing that scares me is that theyre not just posting into the void, they have plenty of notes on their pretty blatant creepyness and it just. auhgghhh.

it really gets to me and the thing is, they dont care a damn bit. they see anyone who likes courtney as completely demonic so they WANT to piss people like me off but they end up going about it in completely misogynistic and racist ways. at the end of the day, i dont think i can change anyones opinions about what they should or shouldnt like, i just hope people can look inwards about why something like a fictional character being a "bad person" can anger them so much more if the person in question is a 16 year old brown girl rather than a white boy of the same age.

[doasyoudesireandlive]

Hearts beating as one

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader, friends to lovers, roommate AU

Summary: Cuddles and a movie with your cute roommate.

warnings: fluff, petnames, dumb humour lol

word count: 900ish

A/N: This is for @chrisdrysdale one year anniversary writing challenge! congrats honey! the theme of the challenge was "love and cuddles" hope it makes you warm and fuzzy <3

(English is not my first language, and this is proof-read by me! sorry for any mistakes)

You tug your coat, burying your nose in your scarf. The wind is icy cold, the December air having no mercy. You are on you way home to your flat after a meet-up with old friends. It was so nice catching up and you had stayed there for a few hours, chatting away about the good old days and about the present. Your friends had mostly settled down, and they kept nagging you.

“Y/N, when are you settling down? Anyone special in your life?” and so on.

You answered as you always did “I’m in no rush, and no – I’m not seeing anyone at the moment.”

They all showed you pics of various bachelors,  in an attempt to play matchmaker. You just laughed it off, but deep inside you knew. Your heart already belongs to someone else. You’re just not sure if he knows it…

Finally reaching the flat you quickly get inside. “I’m home!” You call out.

A cheery baritone voice answers. “Hi, honey! Did you have a good time?”

You smile, warmth seeping into your body. “Sure did, dear – it was great!” You take off your coat, scarf and boots and walk into the kitchen.

Bucky is standing by the stove, stirring in a big pot. You pour yourself a cup of coffee from the coffee pot and peek into the pot. “What is that?”

Bucky looks at you, laughter gleaming in his eyes. “You just came home, and the first thing you do is diss my cooking? Tsk, tks, that’s low… kitten” The last word is said so sweetly that you can almost taste it.

You look at him and tilt your head. “diss? Nah, Buckyboy, that was curiosity” He gives you a look, a faint blush showing on his cheeks.

“whatever you say, babe, whatever you say” You simply smirk, and go to lay down in the couch.

You and Bucky had been roommates for about two years now. You moved in right after a really messy break-up. Your ex, John, had been the harassing and controlling kind. Bucky had been your salvation. You had arranged the moving before you broke up with John, knowing you had to get away quickly. You had not planned to tell Bucky the truth, but the instant his beautiful blue eyes stared into yours you had to. You felt safe, for the first time in ages.

After that day Bucky had protected you many times. John came to the flat multiple times, but finally left you alone after Bucky gave him a black eye. The friendship with Bucky came easy. 6 months passed and you were besties. But something other than friendship was blooming between you. You knew it now, after 2 years, that you were in love with Bucky. You kinda want to tell him, but at the same time, you don’t wanna risk your friendship….

“Honey? Food is ready. If you dare eat it…” Buckys teasing voice lured from the kitchen. You joined him and ate with him.

“Wow, this tastes way better than it looks! Its sooo good” You praise, mouth full of food.

“Well, thank you, sweetheart. Nat gave me the recipe, its some form of Russian stew I think. “ he eyes the food suspiciously, as if hes not sure if he trusts it.

After a few seconds he shrugs and continue to eat. When youre both finished eating you do the dishes while Bucky lounge on the couch.

“Up for a movie, doll?” Bucky calls from the sofa.

“Yeah! As long as we don’t have to see The Hobbit AGAIN, I’m so tired of that movie” You can hear Bucky huff, and you laugh softly to yourself. You get some snacks and drinks and go to sit down.

Bucky has already found a movie, some new sci-fi with good reviews. He gets comfy on the sofa and gestures for you to tuck yourself into his side. You smile, and sit down. His arm curling around your body and holding you close, like he is afraid you’re gonna flee any moment. Cuddling like this came natural to you and you had spent countless hours in Buckys arms.

The movie is ok, but youre having a hard time focusing. Youre now turned bit so you are basically sitting in Buckys lap. You start to squirm, the situation making your heart race.

Oh, if you only were brave enough to kiss him now. You stare at his lips. Full, pink, and pillow soft. You are lost in your daydream when his voice pull you out. “Wanna taste?”

Your eyes flicker up his and before you know it you are kissing him. He is taken by surprise, going stiff for a half second. Then he kisses back, with everything hes got. Pouring all your feelings into the kiss, youre soon panting. Pulling back and looking at each other with lust filled eyes.

Bucky is the first to speak. “I just.. I wanna… Well. Oh darn, I love you, Y/N” a glint of hope glimmer in his eyes and you giggle “I love you too, more than you could ever imagine”

You meet in a kiss again, pouring all your love and care into it, until your hearts are beating as one.

Bucky pull back. “And by the way… I was talking about the chocolate,” he says – pointing to the mars bar on the table, with one bite taken out of it.

“You fucking moron” You say, laughing loudly – peppering Bucky in kisses.

Taglist: @animnerd @late-to-the-party-81

[amethystina]

I saw someone ask how many chapters you think Who Holds the Devil will be, and it got me thinking about how long (word wise) it might actually end up being since it’s already ~270K. This fic is a monster where it currently stands and if there’s still a lot left to go, the final word count might be insane. It makes me curious as to what the longest fic you’ve ever written was. Have you ever written a singular fic as big as this one before? What’s the most challenging part of writing stories this big? Is it outlining, continuity, or is it less to do with the story itself and more to do with things like potential burnout etc.?

(Okay, so, this is going to be quite long (which is very on-brand), perhaps a little more detailed than you asked for, and also delve into my insecurities in a way that might be TMI. Read at your own risk x'D)

Yeah, I can't say for sure how many chapters I'll write or how high the final word count will be, but it's definitely going to be a very, very long fic.

As for other fics I've written, my very first fanfic was a series (three parts that tell an overarching story, plus nine bonus chapters) that clocks in at 290k. And, after that, I've written two more than go past the 100k mark, one at 183k (if you count the bonus chapters) and another that lands at 127k. So writing long fics isn't anything new to me, but Who Holds the Devil is definitely the longest so far.

As for the most challenging part, that differs depending on the story. That first fic I wrote was a Teen Wolf one where I basically did a third season (before the actual third season aired) and the challenge was definitely the continuity, keeping all the details in order (both from canon and my own creations), and making sure to write the frankly rather big cast of characters in a believable way. It was meant to be a cohesive story that spanned over three parts, but each part also had to have its own internal structure and climax, slowly building up to the big finale in the third instalment. Hilariously enough, I was too young and dumb to even realise how big of an undertaking that was and just kept writing, blissfully unaware of my own hubris. And, somehow, I pulled it off.

But in hindsight? I was nothing short of insane. Especially considering my, at the time, untested skills at actually finishing a story of that length — in English, to boot, which isn't even my native language. I had written original stories before that, some of which were quite long, but none of that size or complexity. Like, I'm not sure I would dare try that now, even with the added experience and skills I've accumulated since then x'D

Sometimes, ignorance truly is bliss.

Anyhow, the more I write, the easier the outlining, continuity, pacing, characters etc. gets so that's rarely a problem. And a lot of that has always come naturally to me in a way I can't really explain. Like, that 183k fic? I wrote that entirely without a timeline, outline, or notes. I just kept it all in my head and went by instinct and, somehow, never had to go back and correct a mistake — not even once. Which is kind of wild when I look back on it (not to mention reckless) but yeah. And the fic is Autonomy, for those of you wondering.

I don't know what it's like for others, but I rarely get stuck on planning and outlining. I usually just figure out a beginning and a couple of key scenes and off I go. And then everything just falls into place as I keep writing, sort of outlining itself without conscious effort from me, long before I actually reach that point in the story (my brain works faster than my hands, I guess? xD). So I usually figure out the ending before I reach the halfway point and then it's just a matter of filling in the empty spaces in between. And, somehow, my brain just automatically manages to figure out the pacing, continuity, and details without me having to pay attention. Don't ask me how that works, it just does x'D

Since it's so much bigger, I do have a timeline for Who Holds the Devil, though, to keep track of where we are and remember important dates (like Go Eun's birthday! :D) as well as a document with notes for future scenes. But that's mostly because I got so excited about some of them and wanted to write down all the cool dialogue before I accidentally forgot it.

So I would say that the more experience I get, it's definitely not the story itself that makes writing long fics difficult — that part is honestly the easy one. Burnout is definitely a factor, though, especially for a fic of this length. Basically, I'm a sprinter, not a marathon runner. I will usually write a lot of words in a short period of time, then have long stretches when I write nothing at all. If I divide my total word count from last year, I actually wrote over 500 words a day, except it's usually more along the lines of 6k three days in a row, then nothing for three weeks x'D

Anyway, since I know this about myself, I usually never start posting a fic until I've finished writing it, since there might otherwise be months without updates. But I obviously had to change that with Who Holds the Devil and that has proven a bit of a challenge, I will admit. I'm not used to regular or even semi-regular updates like this, so I've had to change my habits quite a lot. But I still make sure to recognise when I have to take longer breaks (which does happen, usually after a very intense portion of the fic) just to let my brain cool down a little.

Fortunately, since I'm very goal-oriented, I never lose sight of what I'm doing, however, even during these breaks. I'm not someone who needs to feel inspired or motivated to keep writing, so I can just pick it up again whenever I like. That's not to say I force myself to write, but I can usually trick myself into getting excited enough to continue simply by taking myself over that first hurdle when everything just feels boring and uninteresting.

I'm stubborn as all hell, is what I'm saying, which is definitely useful when writing long fics.

Because, at a certain point, you're going to need more than just inspiration and eagerness if you want to finish. I have not written a single long fic during which I didn't have a moment — often more than one — where I questioned if I truly wanted to continue or not, either because I was at a boring part of the story or felt overwhelmed by the thought of how much further I had to go.

And that's honestly the most challenging part with Who Holds the Devil. I'm confident in my writing, my characterisation, my ideas, and even my plot, but sometimes when I look at my notes and see how much more I have to write, all I feel is doubt. And, in an interesting turn of events, it's not even my own commitment I'm doubting, but everyone else's.

I know I can get through this and stick with this fic to the bitter end, but can you?

Now, don't misunderstand me — my readers don't owe me anything. You can stop reading any time and you should if you're not enjoying the story, but I would be lying if I said that the amount of criticism and questions I get about the length isn't beginning to wear me down. It makes me second-guess every single choice I've made about the plot, pacing, and overall tone of the story.

At the same time, of course I get why people ask. Some want to know when they can start reading because WIPs are scary (I can totally relate) and these readers have no reason to trust me when I say that I will finish this fic, come hell or high water. Heck, I've already lost two grandparents during the writing of this fic and I'm still going. I even tried to write one chapter while sitting at my grandmother's bedside, waiting for her to die (bad idea in hindsight, my writing was very incoherent — do not recommend).

But it's not like everyone who runs across my fic automatically knows that. They don't know me so of course they'll ask, not knowing that they're the fifth person to do so in less than two months. And that kind of hurts.

And I won't deny that there's probably a bit of pride involved as well — it's annoying to have people question my choices — but, more than anything, it's telling me that I must be doing something wrong. My readers don't trust me. And, well, that's kind of alarming as a writer, when the whole point is to take someone on a ride and they keep asking you for directions or "are we there yet?"

Clearly, I'm doing something wrong.

Now, this is not EVERYONE. I have so, so many lovely readers who enjoy both the insane length and glacial slow burn of this fic — I know that. But there's always a niggling doubt at the back of my mind that I'm eventually going to alienate every single reader because this fic is just Too Long. Or that they'll simply give up on the story since it's going to take us beyond Yo Han and Ga On kissing. Like, this fic isn't just about the two of them getting together, but also how they'll make their relationship work in the long term with their individual and shared baggage taken into account. It's going to continue long past the point of them kissing for the first time, as well as them having sex for the first time.

And a lot of people lose interest after the first kiss or the first sex scene. Which is fine — each to their own — but it's very disheartening to be told that as the author. I've had people ask me in what chapter they'll finally kiss so they can jump to that chapter and ignore the rest. I've had people tell me they're going to stop reading because they just can't stand the annoyingly slow burn anymore. I've had people tell me the fic is already too long for them to read and, here I am, knowing it'll take a lot more words to even come close to finishing it.

And that, at least in the case with Who Holds the Devil, is the biggest challenge — to stay motivated and committed when more and more people are telling me I'm not doing this right. It's daunting enough as a writer to look at your fic and realise that, damn, I have such a long way to go, without also having people tell you, to your face, that, yeah, that's way too fucking long, what the fuck are you doing?

It makes you wonder why you should even keep going, especially when you know how much time and effort you're going to have to devote to the project.

What's the point?

Because despite all the lovely comments I get, praising the level of detail and how realistic everything feels, we all know that negative comments have a tendency to stick with us longer. I can't ignore them even if I desperately want to. And, to make matters worse, not all of them are even intended to be mean. Some just want to know how long the fic will be — which is fully reasonable. But those entirely reasonable questions just pile on top of this mountain of doubt I already have, telling me that this is all pointless. My commitment to this fic is a mistake. I'm wasting my time. It's not Good Enough. It's Too Long.

Now, all that said, I love Who Holds the Devil. I love exploring the characters and the story, and I honestly don't think I'll stop writing it. Because, cliché as it might sound, I do write for myself, not others. I share with others because I know people like my writing, but I'd still be writing even if no one wants to read it. So, worst-case scenario, if people are no longer interested, I'll just keep writing it but will stop posting.

Because, when it comes down to it, I don't need validation to write. I can write in complete solitude. As mentioned, I usually finish a fic before posting, which means I've sometimes completed a 60k fic without a single word of encouragement from another person. I LOVE validation, as most writers do, but I don't actually need it to keep working on a project.

Interestingly, what I'm seeing with Who Holds the Devil, is that too much attention can, apparently, instead make me doubt my commitment to a project in a way that's honestly pretty fascinating? I felt more confident about the fic BEFORE I started posting it, BEFORE I knew if anyone would even want to read it x'D

Now is when I feel the doubt, because what these comments are telling me is that, sure, a lot of people would want to read this fic, but it's too long so now they're not gonna. And, in many ways, that feels like a failure on my part, even if I of course know that tastes differ, we can't please everyone etc. etc.

Tell that to my anxiety.

So yeah. For me, personally, it's definitely outside things that make writing long fics difficult, more specifically opinions from other people that make me doubt my skill level, intentions with the fic, and if it's even worth writing in the first place. I'm actually pretty confident about the rest and, even if I struggle sometimes, I can usually push my way through those issues.

Sidenote: As someone who likes to analyse people's behaviour (including my own), it's pretty fascinating to realise that my biggest issue isn't that I feel pressured to produce more or post on a certain schedule — which is what most fanfic authors struggle with — but that I might, in fact, be doing too much? My fic is just too goddamn long for people to handle.

Like, you gotta admit — that's pretty funny xD

Anyway. All of that said, know that I don't regret writing Who Holds the Devil and that I certainly don't regret posting it. I also have every intention of finishing it and I doubt I'll actually reach a point where I'll stop posting. As long as there's even one person out there who enjoys reading the fic, that's enough for me to keep posting.

So to all of you out there — especially if you happen to be one of those who just casually asked me how long the fic will be without knowing all of this shit — I'm fine. I'm not angry or upset with you. I know the majority of you love the fic and wouldn't want me to change a thing. I also know that these insecurities of mine are… well, not unreasonable, but I don't need to listen to them. And I try my best not to (it's just difficult some days, you know?)

So, to finish this off, just know that I love you, appreciate you, and have no regrets. And thank you so, so much for reading my fic, even if it's long, and taking the time to comment, kudos, or even just gush about it with your friends. To know that my writing brings joy to other people and that it can help support you through difficult times or make your day better is the best feeling ever.

Thank you 💜

… also, chapter 29 will probably be another 15k one, because fuck my life x'D

[foreverisntenough]

Hello,

I’ve been here since you posted the first chapter of ”you’re mine” and I just want to say thank you! You’re such a good writer and I really think your work deserves so much more attention.

You’ve been keeping us fed with a new chapter every 3 days it feels like and everytime I come on tumblr I check to see if you posted a new chapter 🤩

During ”You’re mine” I thought that we would get some crazy plottwist where T would turn out to be a psycho or smthn because of the lovebombing but honestly I prefer the lighthearted path you choose. I get what people mean with ”only smut and fluff” but tbh I dont mind it at all. I absolutely loooove the way you write the smut and like you said it is a big part of their relationship and the kind of couple they are. And sure, angst can put more depth into their relationship and the storyline by seeing how they deal with it and react but sometimes its just nice to read something that makes me feel happy and at ease too.

The new chapter had me in tears when Trent and Y/n had their mini speeches to eachother after Teddy was born 🥲 Your writing really makes me feel the emotions behind the words.

Since this is such a developed fic I think you have the space to challenge yourself and explore your talent when writing and try new/different things outside of your comfort because you are a really good writer and I truly believe you can only go up from here. Even if it doesnt hit (which i doubt) we will be here and support and keep reading!

Since last weeks event with T (💔😒) Ive been massively put off from him but I will keep reading your fic regardless cause of how good it is and T in your story is our T.

Im sorry if its a bit all over the place 😅 I just wrote what was in my mind so it might be a bit jumbled. And also English isnt my first language so if anything is wrong appologies 🫶🏼

Youre a really good writer, I hope you know that and never doubt it!

Love ❤️

Okay, this took me a moment to respond to because it was so sweet. I wanted to make sure my response got everything. Firstly, THANK YOU 🥰 This was so kind.

Thank you for noticing my posting cadence. I really like to write and it comes naturally to me but it still does take some time. I hope people like how much I post! I don’t get a ton of engagement so it means a lot when people do! (TY if you do!)

I totally see where you’re coming from but I’m not a twist type person or at least not in this fic! I put a warning for love bombing on ‘You’re Mine’ because I know it was there but it also I kinda like that and that’s the whole story is Trent just completely enamored with this girl.

I will keep the smut. Maybe tone its frequency back but I genuinely think it is an element of their relationship that helps them connect. I think it’s a place where Y/N feels love and happy with her body.

I agree about angst. I do like it other peoples fics. It’s really good but also I like that these two stories are a majority of happy scenarios.

The latest chapter was emosh for me too. I am really happy for them 🥹

I definitely want to keep pushing my self and developing the stories I create. Thank you for complimenting my writing.

Yeah, real life T, is only human. It’s hard when we put someone on such a pedestal. I personally really like the fic version lol 😂

Your English was amazing btw! I appreciate you writing this so much. I loved all your comments. I hope you keep reading the stories. If you ever think of any ideas or have any more thoughts always message me 🫶

Ily!!!

[thatwheelchairchick]

20 questions for fic writers

Thank you to @rebelrayne for tagging me in this.

How many works do you have on ao3?

available: 29, but I have 1 hidden and a few anonymous.

What's your total ao3 word count?

409,509 (but that's all of them, even anonymous)

What fandoms do you write for?

I mainly write for LITG, but I've written for Harry Potter, Euphoria, Doctor Who, Grey's Anatomy, Gilmore Girls in the last 4 years. Before that, I also wrote for Nurse Jackie, Twilight, The Dumping Ground and many others over on fanfiction.net.

Top five fics by kudos:

Safe Haven | Euphoria, Fez/Lexi at 312 kudos

My Saving Grace | Gilmore Girls, Rory/Tristan at 275 kudos

Piece by Piece | Gilmore Girls, Lorelai/Luke at 239 kudos

Right Where You Left Me | Euphoria, Fez/Lexi at 189 kudos – this one sucks, really want to orphan it as it's only popular because it was posted during the fexi craze.

Protecting Rory | Gilmore Girls, Lorelai/Luke & Rory/Tristan at 157 kudos – this is the sequel to Piece by Piece.

Also, why are my top two are both about rape? Just, why?

Do you respond to comments?

I try to respond to all of them, but I also have like 25 unread because I haven't been in the headspace to respond and most of them I got after the ONS challenge we did recently.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I don't tend to do angsty endings, but I guess Just This Once could be interpreted as angsty. And the ending to Protecting Rory makes me cry but that's more bittersweet than angsty.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Piece by Piece – it ends with a wedding and adoption, it's not like there's much competition there.

Do you get hate on fics?

Not now. I did a long time ago on old fics, but I haven't since I started writing fanfic again in 2021.

Do you write smut?

I'm even doing a smut challenge.

Craziest crossover:

I haven't done any crossovers that you can find on AO3, but I've written Gilmore Girls/Harry Potter, Twilight/Harry Potter… okay, anything crossed with Harry Potter. And if you could upload thoughts to AO3 without having to write them, there would be a lot more of them.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not in a long time, but it did happen when I was younger… and honestly, I saw it as a compliment because they thought it was worth stealing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yeah, but let's just say it was a mess…

All time favourite ship?

I've had Meredith Grey/Harry Potter brain rot for years, so I guess that one, but for LITG, Gary/MC. Sorry, he's my man and always will be.

What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

There are so many that I couldn't even attempt to list them.

What are your writing strengths?

I have no idea. Like I can point to lines I like and say I'm strong at that, but I don't know what it is so I'm going to share something that I think I do well on a semi-regular basis:

His words are poison-tipped arrows, and they find their mark with ruthless precision. For a heartbeat, Nikki's confidence wavers, and the world tilts slightly off its axis. The familiar gnawing doubt that she had long banished to the darkest corners of her mind begins to slither forth, whispering insidious thoughts.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Being concise? Idk

Thoughts on dialogue in another language?

I'm not a fan, purely because if someone is reading a story in English, they're not prepared to try and translate the dialogue, so unless you add a translation right next to the dialogue, I don't like it.

First fandom you wrote in?

Harry Potter

Favourite fic you've written?

I've had Lexi brainrot for almost three years so Instincts/The Right Choice

I don't know who's been tagged or whos done it, so tagging @mnlpine, @mrsbsmooth and @queen-of-boops

[anniciox2]

OMG FIRST TICKLE FIC IM SO EXCITED I've never written any kind of fanfiction what so ever so please go easy on me!!

The fic is about Courtney x Duncan so yeah I hope you enjoy! (Sadly I can't think of a title and English isn't my first language)

It's a warm summer afternoon,All the campers are cooling off in the lake.After a long day of challenges, this is MUCH needed. Everyone showed up except for one camper. This said camper is none other than: Courtney. And judging by her facial expressions she's not doing well, I wonder what could've happened?

As she walks towards her Cabin,she hear's rustling coming from a bush. As curious as she is she decides to ignore it,afterall, she's too upset to care. As she sits down on the stairs of the cabin porch she hears that rustling sound again,now she's getting a little spooked but she's still too scared to look. Its dead quiet, As she tries to calm down...she hears it: "CourtneeEeey" Her heart stops. "CourtnEeeEeey" the voice cries out once again

"w-who's there...?" She asked...no answer "c-cmon this isn't funny!" Once again,no answer. Again it was silent,the only thing that could be heard were the voices of the other campers in the distance "atleast THEY'RE having fun..." she thought to herself,but then her thoughts were interrupted,by footsteps. Just as she was to look behind herself..."BOO" Roared a familliar voice "AAGH!" Yelled Courtney.She couldn't see who stood behind her,she tried to block out the sun with her hand, Standing behind her was none other than Duncan. "What do YOU want?" She scoffed "Hanging out at the lake wasn't as much fun without you,princess" He said as he sat down next to her "Hey, why weren't you at the lake anyway?" No answer "Uh, hello? Earth to Courtney?" He said as he waved his hand infront of her face,grabbing her attention "Oh! Uh,well...none of your business!" She said "None of my business,huh?" We'll see about THAT" He said as he teasingly quickly tazed her side.

"AH! haha!" She giggled

"Hey...You're ticklish!"

"I most certainly am NOT" She declared

"Oh really...?" Before she could even notice,he quickly squeezed her side a few times in a row

"AH! Hahaha! Cut it ouhouhouhout!" She laughed

"No...way!"

Before she could even notice he placed his hands on her sides

" wha- DUNCAN, what do you think you're doing?" She said with panic

"Oh...just testing something" He said with the biggest smirk on face

Just as Courtney was about to say something, Duncan glided his fingers down her sides

"AH! Nohohahahahaaa~!"

"This is gonna be the start of something beautiful" He thought to himself while looking up

As he looked back down at her he started tickling her sides

"WAHAIT NO, AHAHAHAAAHAHA!"

He never thought he'd see her like this,it was actually kinda nice

Just as Courtney thought it could get any worse,Duncan switched over to her armpits

"STOHOHOP *snort* HAHAAHAHAHAA!" She begged

"AND you snort? Hah! Weirdo..." He said,even tho he thought it was kinda cute

"PLEAHEASE *snort* , ILL DO ANYTHIHIHING!!" She pleaded

"Is that so? Tell me why you didn't show up at the lake then!" He demanded as he continued to tickle her

"NO WAHAHAHAY!" She screamed

"Suit yourself! Tickle tickle ticklee~"

"NAHAHAHA *snort* HAAHAHA"

Duncan stopped tickling her armpits and tickled her sides again,as this was happening Courtney lost her balance and fell with her head on Duncan's lap

It made him blush a little,but he wasn't gonna let her off THAT easy

"Mind telling me...NOW?" He roared as he tickled her some more

"N-NEVEHEHER HAHAAAHAHA" She laughs as she curls up into a ball.

As Courtney's laughter fills the air, Duncan can't help but laugh with her

He then stops tickling her sides and puts his hand into the crook of her neck

"AHAHAHAAHAHAHAHA *snort* NOT THERE!"

"What's the matter,princess,ticklish?"He teased

"HAHAHAHAHAAHAHAAHA *snort* STOHOP, PLEAHEAHEASE, HAHAHAA!"

Duncan wished this would never end,but unfortunately he HAD to let her live

"Alright,but only because I'm a decent person" He said

As he stopped tickling her he also took a break,his hands were pretty sore from all that tickling. As he looked back down he noticed she'd been staring

"You're mean...!" Courtney said as she got up and wiped her tears

"What can i say? I don't go easy on poeple"

"Okay but now you ACTUALLY have to tell me what happened, or else..." He said as he wiggled his fingers in the air

"Well uh, I feel like no one really appreciates what i do for my team and that everyone's apart of some inside joke that I don't get. I just KNOW that poeple think of me as "annoying", I didn't tell you cause i thought you'd laugh at me.."

"Yeah,you can be PRETTY annoying" Duncan said without hesitating

"Not.Helping." she said angrily

"What? I'm being honest"

Courtney looked down at the ground with tears in her eyes

"But!"He said "Nothing sucks more than thinking YOU'RE annoying. As long as you think that your good at what you do, then it's all good"

Courtney looked up at him

"You can be weird sometimes, but you always have so much energy for anything, I think that's pretty tough"

"You think..?" She asked

"I know" He responded

"..thanks,Duncan" She sighed in relief

"Anytime" He said calmly

"Anything else you wanne get of your chest?"

"Well,yeah there's few more things.." she said

"Well?"

"I'm.not.telling you!" She said confidently

"Back for more,huh?"

Hi! Thank you so much for reading ❤️ tips are welcome, Byee!!

[animehouse-moe]

English-First Manga Re:Anima Begins Publication

Yeah, you read that right. Kodansha has been trying very hard to tap into the North American/English language market as a JP publisher. Some things have flopped like K-Manga, but surprisingly, their English-first series have been seeing impressive success. Blood Blade wowed fans, and now Re:Anima from Yoshinori Matsuoka is aiming to double down on that result.

So, who is Yoshirori Matsuoka? I think a lot of North American-slash-English-language readers don't really recognize the name, and it's not fault of their own. Matsuoka only has one real original manga to their name prior to this entrant. Out of the total 5 that they've worked on, they've only written for 2, and one of them is an RPG adaptation of Hiro Mashima's 'Gate of Nightmares'.

And that leaves just Kessen No Kuon, a two volume manga series from 2017. Even back then, however, Matsuoka had potential.

The environment art was incredibly full and detailed, the character designs packing an intense degree of punch and personality. It's art that could take an artist very far- which is why I'm surprised that it took up until now for Matsuoka to be given potential to make something of their name.

Though, Kessen No Kuon's quality is sorely outdated against Matsuoka's work on Re:Anima. Character models retain their sense of personality but bring a greater degree of refinement, the line art has gotten much more confident, and Matsuoka's layouts have improved a considerable amount.

Probably one of the best improvements is their willingness to break panels for effect and flow. It's something that in my flip through of Kessen No Kuon was sorely missing. That feeling of restriction really did limit Matsuoka's strong art, and I'm glad to see it differ here with Anima.

Similarly, I think their character designs remain strong, but have grown even more expressive. They don't need silly or simplified faces to express intent or emotion to the viewer, but Matsuoka keeps them in for comedic effect, which I can appreciate.

But that's enough about the art- it's strong and is certainly not the weakest link here. Story is more the concern as it's Matsuoka's 3rd (I'd argue 2nd) pass at writing the accompaniment to their art, so how does it fair?

Honestly, pretty damn good. It manages to make the most of Matsuoka's character designs and visual style, and presents itself as an incredibly strong science fiction story. Walking confidently into global warming territory to set the stage, it's tackling a lot of typical fare for a good sci-fi story- namely in the forms of the concept of freedom, and the idea of human connection.

Off the bat it establishes that everyone's basically just piloting a synthetic version of themselves so that they can "live" above ground, but that idea immediately gets picked apart by tradition, history, and the freedom that it affords people.

I think the easiest examples appear with the chapter's antagonist, as well as a young boy's questions of the world.

Both do incredibly well to frame the suffocating nature of existence in a world that's effectively uninhabitable, and express the natural desire to challenge or deny the system that has stripped the people of freedom and human connection.

Overall, I might even say that this is "quintessentially styled" manga. It presents a strong core with an intense desire to pose a question to viewers through its world and characters, but it's not afraid to joke around with itself. It's a delicate balance to strike, but Matsuoka shows a very confident degree of refinement within this first chapter, so more than anything I'm excited to see where it chooses to go.