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johnslittlespoon · 6 months

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It just makes so much sense that you were writing in 2013, you have the unhinged vibe that the golden fics from that era had.

I'm just here to compliment you really lol, mostly because I am giving a try to write a lil something for the first time and god I can only dream of ever being able to write as good as you. I've been writing poems and music for years now but i find writing actual coherent storys with characters and dialogue so so hard.

I was wondering if you have any tips, or like little rules you follow when you write.

all the love, xxx

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I'M GONNA CRYYYY this was the sweetest thing in the world to wake up to wtf wtf <333 thank you SO much, i really appreciate this wahh my heart :'))) but also you are SILLY. don't compare yourself to others!! if we all did that constantly we'd never get anything written!! there are SO many authors i adore on here that will always have me chasing the "i wish i could write like that" feeling and it's a great motivator but alsooo at the end of the day. you gotta fall in love with your own words and characters and stories <33

and i feel that so much!! we are twinsss, i also started out writing poems and music and then realized i had stories i wanted to tell that wouldn't fit in shorter form, then discovered fanfic in middle school in the early '10s and it was all downhill from there LOL. truly such a golden era tho oh my god. growing up reading the hat fic and borderline illegible wattpad stories was certainly... formative!

yapping ahead vv (i don't have much advice bc i'm still just learning as i go but hopefully some stuff i picked up on can be a bit helpful!)

i have zero method to the madness when writing so it's a relief to know it doesn't come off that way LOL but i do have a few little things that i follow and i always look for them when beta–ing as well! they're pretty small technical things and they're generally up to personal preference, but some of them come from authors i admire and i think they can really take anyone's writing up a notch <3

i don't feel qualified to give advice because i'm just raw–dogging everything lmao i've never taken classes or anything, so take all this yapping with a grain of salt bc it's just what's worked for me!

– i try to use descriptors like "the man" or "the blond" or "his friend" etc sparingly. i wish i could remember the source, but i read a great piece about why it's better to just go with the character's name 99% of the time, and then i went through so many of my works to edit them and i felt so much more confident in my writing afterwards– it made a big difference in readability (imo).

ofc there are exceptions, like if the name of a character is unknown, or if there are too many names being thrown around in one sentence and a "the man" or "the soldier" etc just sits nicer. i definitely still use them occasionally! but it does sometimes put some distance between the reader and the story when those descriptors are used too often instead of names, so it's a good thing to keep an eye out for when it comes to flow. sometimes less or more or whateva ??

– sorta on the topic of less is more, i love challenging myself to show vs tell when i can! whether it's by keeping dialogue short and letting actions speak instead (can add to intimacy/realism– we communicate so much through body language yk), through metaphors (literally how my whole '#john egan is dog coded' fic was born LOL), or describing feelings rather than spelling them out (his heart ached vs he was sad, his pulse raced vs he was scared, you get the gist). you said you've been writing poems so i feel like stuff like that would already probably come easily to you tho! <3

– this guide on ao3 is great for smut writers! whether someone's a beginner or just looking for ways to elevate the filth, i found it really helpful, it's a fun read as well lol. it calls out stereotypes/cliches and teaches you how to reword them, gives lists of slang and reactionary words, do's and don't's, etc. i don't follow everything in it but that's the beauty of writing; we all have things that work for us and things that don't and that's so okay. :-)

– in the same way that artists use references to practice and find their style, you can do that with writing too! i know a lot of writers have a doc or note where they jot down stylistic things they find while reading that they'd like to emanate, or words they want to use, specific phrases, descriptors, etc. if i'm reading a fic and find an auditory descriptor i like, i might take note of it, stuff like that. sorta like a text document version of a pinterest board!

– thesaurus.com is my best friend truly. often going with the 'simplest' version of a word makes for smoothest reading so someone isn't taken out of the story being like wtf does that word mean lol but sometimes things can feel repetitive, or like there just needs to be a little bit more spice; i probs go back and forth btwn my doc and thesaurus a dozen times an hour tbh.

that's all i can think of rn and ik those are pretty basic so i'm sorry about that!! i really do just kinda write what evokes emotions in myself, and then i hit post and hope it translates over to whoever is reading too :') drawing from your own experiences if you can/really sitting with what the characters would be feeling in whatever scenario you're writing is probably the most powerful way to present what you see in your mind.

i have a hard time writing about emotions/things i haven't personally experienced, so i usually stray away from it out of fear of not getting across what i want to, but some people are great at winging it and putting themselves in unfamiliar shoes so!! it's again just personal preference really.

and alsooo be kind to yourself! i'm an anxious wreck every time i post any of my writing, i am very much not confident when posting new fics and i agonize over my docs so much and trash a lot of works, but i know at the end of the day i can't grow or learn if i don't get the words down, and i can't get feedback or gain confidence if i don't post. becoming your own hype man and giving yourself the opportunity to improve is essential <33

sooo much love and best of luck!!! lmk if you end up writing smth, i'd love to read it (◠‿◠✿)

#also tentatively offering beta services to mota/sb moots bc i love helping w fics <33 hmu #if i am not super busy i am SAT #this got so long WHOOPS so sorry anon #johnslittlespoon asks #johnslittlespoon yaps

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dairy-farmer · 9 months

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So I've recently made a new AO3 account (completely separate from my main one, different email and everything lmao) bc I want to start writing porn, and I was wondering if I could have your permission to use some of your asks as like, prompts or ideas? Especially ones that were my own (this is PP!Tim Anon btw, and I've sent in. A lot of asks without signing them off as that, like I could make an entire list and it would probably hit double digits of which asks you've gotten that were mine lmao)!! I would ofc credit you and your blog! I don't know how to imbed links to the individual asks (I'll still try but I can't promise anything lmao), but I'll at least mention your Tumblr name and AO3 account!

I really wanna try my hand at some random, filthy oneshots without a bunch of world building or context, bc that's something I tend to get hung up on in my writing, and I wanna stick to some short and sweet smut oneshots about Tim being a pregnant, underage nympho slut, or a puppy factory, or a cocksleeve for the rogues of Gotham and their goons, all that good stuff!!

On that thought tho, do you have any pieces of advice for like, consistent writing, or motivation to write? Bc that's my biggest struggle tbh is sitting down to start writing. Usually once I start I can churn out a couple thousand words in one sitting, but I gotta start first, ya know? Any words of wisdom would mean a lot ❤️❤️❤️

answered out of order:

yes of course❤️❤️❤️!!!!!!!!!!!! you don't believe how happy that makes me to hear!!!! so many of the asks i get sent are just so brilliant and well done and it would make me so beyond happy to know people started writing or got inspired to write out their ideas!!! and i'm sure that people who submitted other posts you get inspiration from would love to see others expand further on their asks ❤️❤️❤️❤️!!!

one shots are a really great way to really get back into a sort of groove of writing because it can be shorter, the plot may be not as dense or complex as something from a multichap (though you can also write VERY long one shots that are incredibly detailed too), and it can be mainly composed of "fun" writing in the sense that you don't have to do buildup for bigger things like you would in longer multichaps or those that are heavily plot driven. i totally get struggling to get motivation to write, for me it was always like i had to wait for my brain to be turned "on" or in a working mode for me to get any writing for my fics done which meant it usually only happened when i was studying for exams or doing projects for school. however for me that meant when i was in the 'off season' like breaks from school it meant that even though i had time, i no longer had motivation to write. that's something i'm still working to break myself out of and i think one think that is pretty effective is thinking of a scene or piece of dialogue i'm excited to write and look forward to getting to so it motivates to write to reach it. that works sometimes, other times i think of a reward i'll get myself once i finally finish. something like candy or some snack or food i don't often get or go out of my way to get. and another thing that works for me sometimes is basically planning the fic, for a short one shot the major bullet points of what happen would be a short list and so it would pretty much trick your brain into thinking 'wow a short task list i can do all of these pretty quickly/complete them without too much hassel or procrastination!'.

ultimately i think writing one shots takes a lot of pressure off since as a single chapter there's basically no further commitment needed like it would during a multi chapter fic which can be very relieving for people who get easily stressed or pressured by commitments with no hard deadline.

im very happy to hear you'll be expanding on your tim ideas and look forward to them!!!!!! also if you need any help with embedding on aow the reference collection on ao3 is really helpful and its where i learned to embed links with this tutorial ❤️❤️❤️❤️

#answered asks #asks #anonymous

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murmurmurl · 8 months

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oc ramble: how do they do in school!!!!

idk why, I wanna start off with Matsu. I feel like you would expect him to be either really good or really bad. He's actually a pretty average student. He has a very hard time making himself do things he doesn't like or isn't interested in, but he's really good at the subjects he does find fun. For example, he's great at biology. It has to do with his literal biggest interest, so that makes sense. Speaking of interests, ik I keep talking about how much he loves marine life and stuff, as if there isn't anything else he likes wjkhkskh, so I'm gonna derail here for a moment. Matsu LOVES learning languages. He may not be the very best a it, but he finds them absolutely fascinating. Also, something he has in common with Toshiro, he loves jewelry, specifically hand-made and often makes some! He usually gives it to the rest of H♡L. Idk if you noticed, but all members have necklaces – Toshiro and Matsu made them together. I think that's cute,,,,

BACK ON TRACK. Toshiro. It may be unexpected because of their personality, but they're very much h a try-hard at school, they HAVE to exceed at EVERYTHING. It fits into their struggles with always trying to earn love and attention by becoming better at everything. He doesn't like any of that at all though – its too monotonous and there aren't really any subjects that interest him.

Fumi is... surprisingly bad. For someone with her personality and how she holds herself.. you would expect them to have good grades, but no. It doesn't interest them at all. Frankly, they couldn't care less. She doesn't skip classes or anything, more so just does her own thing, like mentally preparing for what she will have to help with ar her family's flower shop or making up songs in her head. While you can often find Matsu and Toshiro hanging out in the hallways during breaks, sometimes even getting silly and running around (they've been doing it more lately... maybe it's the ruikasa influence...), Fumi just kinda.. hangs out on her own. Gotta keep up that "I will kill you if you look at me wrong" energy yk.

Seina! She goes to miya girls, so she can't hang out with the others at school... but as I think I've mentioned somewhere already, she's friends with with most of MMJ if not all of them (I need to check that LMAO- even if I didn't intend that before, now it's true so. shhh. my ocs, I can do whatever I want). She's pretty good! Very responsible, does stuff on time, helps other students... and she doesn't even hate it! There's not THAT much to say when it comes to her and school, really. She mostly does all of this stuff out of.. kinda feeling obligated? And also her whole thing with helping everyone, yeah. Her favorite subject is literature, though. She loves writing and reading in general. Have I mentioned anywhere that she writes lyrics for H♡L? I probably have, idk,,

Also about Hiroto. He's pretty good at school, but kinda (terribly) sucks at math and other science-related subjects. He just does NOT get any of that AT ALL. My boy tries really hard, he does, but this just doesn't make sense to him,, things got SLIGHTLY better as he sometimes asks Tsukasa to explain some stuff, though he's too proud to do it often. His grades aren't bad though, Hiroto manages. Somehow.

This is a slightly shorter ramble as I've got things to do eugh,,,,,,,,

#pjsk oc #project sekai oc #Helianthus♡Light!#oc ramble!#toshiro hasegawa #matsu kimura #fumi hatanaka #seina amari #hiroto hasegawa #oc

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ru5t · 6 months

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knowing your partner can potentially make writing together a lot easier !

– BASICS.

♡ NAME: Hannah

♡ PRONOUNS: she/her

♡ AGE: 25+

♡ TIME ZONE: CST (GMT -5)

–THREE FACTS.

♡ I moderate a(n overw.atch) twitch channel/community! It's good fun and very dear to me but also sooooo so frustrating, sometimes.

♡ When I was little I was convinced I was going to grow up to become a veterinarian. I do not think the level of schooling or the uhhhhh amount of strong stomach it takes is actually for me.

♡ I strongly suspect I have an anxiety disorder and ADHD(? or a similar symptom set) but have no official diagnoses. At any rate, executive dysfunction you bitch.

–EXPERIENCE.

♡ HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): I have been on tumblr since 2011 but I've been storytelling/rping basically since like. ... You know how most kids act out their imaginative play? I did a looooooooottttt of "explaining" (/narrating, whatever you want to call it) and very little physical playing-things-out. Yes, I know what that is a common early indicator of. I'm unpacking that one shhhhh.

♡ PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: uhhhh paper (as in i'd pass a notebook back and forth with school friends), IMVU, dA, various dms, twitter, forums, tumblr, a chatroom i forgot the name of we'd use for tumblr 'events', discord, wire

♡ BEST EXPERIENCE: Actually just the experience of rp in general. I have learned a lot through writing and the people who gave me grace in the process of it.

–MUSE PREFERENCES.

♡ MASCULINE OR FEMININE: I don't think I have a preference, per se? But I do seem to gravitate toward guy canons, whereas my OC roster tends to be waaaay more fluid and diverse, but I don't think there's any particular reason for this? Just the pattern of characters who appeal to me tend to be dudes in popular media, I guess? I did almost write Liz from Hellb.oy and Nomi from Sens.e8, in addition to the other canon ladies I have on the multi+Kiri's blog.

♡ FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: I actually kind of like. what I will call exploring? You put two characters in a box. Sometimes you shake it, or put a blanket in there, but mostly you just.... see what happens. Also tho I'm the fluff queen ♥ Good angst/whump has to come from somewhere and go somewhere else, I don't like to force it or just throw it around without reason or consequence, if that makes sense? And I like smut in theory but I don't have a lot of practice and my comfort level is a verrry narrow ledge I'm working on building up better, because genuinely it seems fun and interesting.

♡ PLOTS OR MEMES: I enjoy a little bit of bg plotting but also sometimes just really want to completely wing it and feel out the chemistry before committing to anything. Once we have a ground floor I like to build (and spiral)!!! I struggle with doing a bunch of memes when there's no floor to stand on, it starts to get really challenging in an un-fun way, and I feel like it's repetitive and uninteresting to write and to read. If a dynamic never has footing it can never evolve, y'know? Gotta give me something, something has to stick at some point.

♡ LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: No preference! Even when I start out 'short' I find I often end up unspooling into longer stuff but it doesn't have to I'm just wordy. I don't care if I consistently get shorter stuff back, as long as it suits the like. Yes, and. of it all. As long as there's something to work forward from I'm chillin!

♡ BEST TIME TO WRITE: I don't have a conscious preference but I do seem to have more success in early morning hours. No idea what that's about.

♡ ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): Sometimes. A lot of them get teeny tiny bits and pieces of my views or opinions. I have never felt more Seen by a show than when Luke Pat.terson ghost-apparitioned into my life, even if his One Thing is not my One Thing, but we don't have to unpack that. Me 'n Henry have some childhood traumas in common (except he lives in a fairytale where he gets a thing I don't get) but I don't know that he's particularly like me. Maddy did super duper on a technicality start out as a form of self insert, but it's complicated because also super duper on a technicality so did her mom (who actually existed first! which is rare. Normally I build center-out but this time it was a generation back and Tech just sort of happened, which was crazy and fun), and they both really migrated away from that sooo quickly that it's weird to me to think that was ever even technically true. In the long run Maddy got more of 'me' than Mayhem ever did but it has always been in a hyperbolic and/or metaphorical way. She's definitely grown with me, which has been an Experience and a half. All of them, by virtue of being written by me, are subject to my sense of humor in the narrative parts of the writing, whether they would think it's funny or not.

#c:\\work>dir h:\ ooc* //.hnh .lve:bite/

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milkywaygg · 2 years

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I’ll Come Back for You-Hetalia Fanfic Ch 1

AU: Wanting to change pace for a little bit and write something else other than just Fairly Odd Parents. Think I’m starting to get burnt out a little bit, and just want to write other things atm. Don’t worry though. Lost Child 8 is still coming, it just might be a while. Also, the Hetalia nations do not belong to me, but the Capitals mentioned are. Not meant to be historical or political in anyway. This is just for fun

Elizabeth (formally known as London) Kirkland looked around curiously as she took her seat by her father, Arthur (otherwise known as England), examining the room around her. It was rather large, and the aesthetics reminded her of her father’s study, but instead of a green color scheme, the rug was a crimson red and there were flowers everywhere. Several water cups were placed neatly in front of the seats, alongside a few pitches near the center, and the windows were much larger than Elizabeth had ever seen.

Being amongst the first few there, England took that opportunity to show Elizabeth around since the latter was finally old enough to attend World Meetings, even if she weren’t actually to participate. England just decided to bring her there so that she could learn diplomacy, meeting etiquette, and the importance of collaboration….or so he thought.

“Last one there gets to pay for Mcdonald’s!”, a loud, excited voice boomed through the halls, as Elizabeth suddenly felt a woosh of air rush past her, laughter following and an annoyed groan from her father.

“Honestly, is that any way to behave? Alfred, this isn’t the Olympics! What in the bloody hell are you doing here in a rush for.”

“Well duh, no one’s here yet, it’s not like anyone’s gonna die.”, Alfred teased, alongside a shorter girl with short, light brown hair, who stuck a teasing tongue out at England before noticing Elizabeth.

“Heyyy London! Didn’t think you’d be here. Is this your first meeting too?”, Amelia, or Washington, also known as Alfred’s adopted little sister, asked. As her father and America started bickering, London smiled sheepishly.

“Yeah. I’m kinda nervous though. I hope I don’t get called on. I don’t know the first thing about running a country.”

“Man, you gotta relax! From what Alfred told me, we’re supposed to be observing or something, I dunno. But I don’t think they gonna call on us or anything.”, Amelia shrugged, taking a seat next to the Kirklands, propping her feet up on the table.

“Young lady, get you feet off the table!”, England snapped, shooting a glare at Amelia, who gulped and did as she was told. Man, England really was as scary as America had led on. How did Elizabeth put up with it?

“God old man, chill out. It’s not like Germany’s here or anything-”, America was interrupted by the double doors opening once more, with Germany and a girl with blond braids that Elizabeth recognized as Karolina, or Berlin formally. She gave the other two girls a slight nod before taking her seat, with a rather serious look on her face.

“What’s with her? Is she in a bad mood or something?”, Elizabeth asked Amelia, knowing that Karolina wasn’t usually like that. At school, she was rather disciplined in her grades but also had a love for sports and loved talking to the others about recent games and predictions on how team was going to do.

“Eh kinda, but it’s nothing to worry about. She usually takes these meetings very seriously anyways.”, Amelia shrugged, “Plus, I heard she finally got demoted as Soccer captain since she hasn’t been doing too well as of recent.”

“Don’t you mean Football?”, Elizabeth asked, “And to who?”

“Juliette Bonnefoy I think. Paris if I’m not mistaken.”

“Really? I thought she would be more worried about her nails getting chipped off.”, Elizabeth said, as some of the other nations started filling in, the table not starting to fill with talking from the older nations.

“Errr you’d be surprised. She can be kinda princessey yea, but lately, she’s been killing it in school tournaments.”, Amelia said, “Her offense is mad insane. Her last game she was losing, and then scored 3 points in the last second.”

“Damn.”, Elizabeth said, earning a “watch your mouth young lady” from England, blushing, “Sorry Dad, but man, that’s crazy. Is she gonna be here? I don’t think I’ve had the chance to meet her properly.”

“She should be getting here soon along with Mr France if I’m not mistaken.”

Oh. Elizabeth’s heart sank a little bit knowing this. England and France had never been the best of friends as far as she could tell. If he wasn’t lecturing her about her grades or talking about how much of a slob America was, then he was arguing with France over the phone or complaining to her about him. England had always warned Elizabeth to keep her distance, but from the few times she had met him, she didn’t think he was so bad. Yes, a little fruity, and he often smelled of heavy perfume, but she didn’t understand what the big deal was.

Speaking of the devil, France had finally busted through the double doors and walked in, alongside a girl that looked a bit younger than London was, and had wavy, slightly messy but super long blonde hair. Noticing the slight bounce in her step, Juliette took a seat not too far from where Elizabeth was sitting, and allowed her to get a closer look.

Elizabeth would be lying to herself if she thought Juliette wasn’t pretty. She had the most gorgeous sapphire eyes, and she wondered how she was able to get her hair to look like it was made of satin. The pink on her dress complimented her rosy cheeks as well, as she flashed a small smile at Elizabeth before suddenly casting a nervous glance upward and turning around towards the front of the room, confusing Elizabeth. Was it something she said? As Germany started with his rant on how the meeting should be run,she suddenly felt tension in the air. Peering slightly to her right, she noticed England casting France some strange glances and receiving some in return, both of them trying to hold themselves back from starting another argument. Desperate to ignore it, Elizabeth just kept staring at the front, trying to pay attention to Germany, occasionally glancing Juliette on the side, who also seemed to pick up on the tension.

After a little while of bickering, arguing, and Italy and Isabelle (Venice) complaining (or rather whining) about wanting pasta for lunch, the group had finally decided to take a short recess and head to lunch, agreeing to meet back in about an hour. Elizabeth excused herself to the bathroom before rushing towards the women’s bathroom, meeting Juliette at the sinks, who seemed to be brushing her hair.

“You carry a hairbrush around? What, you afraid a hairstand is going to fall outta place?”, Elizabeth smirked, Juliette looking a bit offended.

“Well I didn’t realize taking care of myself was such a crime! So sorry to have burden you.”

“Relax, I’m just joking.”, Elizabeth laughed, “Swear some of you guys need to lighten up.”

“You’ve been hanging around Amelia, haven’t you?”

“How’d you figure?”

“Telling the rest of us to lighten up is totally something she would say, is it not?”, Juliette smirked, putting the hairbrush away, “I’m Juliette by the way, or Paris. I don’t think we’ve met.”

“I’ve seen you around school but don’t think so. I-I’m Elizabeth. Amelia was just telling me about how you took Karoline’s spot as soccer captain.”

“Oui, she was pissed. Chewed me out and everything when she found out”, Juliette laughed, “But it’s not my fault she’s been slacking lately. She needs to understand that sticking with the same old tricks just doesn’t work anymore. You’ve got to catch the opponent off guard.”

:”Yeah. I’m Elizabeth by the way, or London. I’ve seen you play during one of the school matches. You’re wicked good.”

“Yeah well in all honesty, the only reason I’m any good is because I watched Karoline play.”

“Oh come on, surely you’ve got some talent in you.”, Elizabeth said, finally getting around to washing her hands, “So, is this your first meeting as well or you been here before.”

“It’s my first. Papa actually bought me this just for the occasion.”, Juliette said, motioning down towards her dress, comparing herself to Elizabeth, “I-what are those on your legs?”

“You mean blue jeans? You’ve never heard of blue jeans?”

“Non. My Papa usually dresses me up in these dresses or skirts. I don’t think I’ve ever seen those before, especially on a girl.”

“Yeah well, they’re super comfy. Maybe I’ll take you shopping some time.”, Elizabeth said as she dried her hands. As the air dryer finished puffing out air however, Elizabeth could hear some shouting coming from outside the hall.

“Are they going at it again?”, Juliette asked, slightly annoyed, “Can’t they ever go two seconds without arguing?”

“Yeah. Wonder what they’re yelling about now. Your Papa probably took some of my Dad’s precious air again.”, Elizabeth snarked, using air quotes to make Juliette laugh, “Come on. Let’s go see what they’re fighting about now.”

The girls left the bathroom and walked down the hall, headed back towards the conference room double doors where France and England were yelling at each other, grabbing each others hands, pulling one another in a chokehold, pushing, shoving, and trying to smack each other as if they were children in a playground. Juliette grabbed France from behind while Elizabeth snatched England; the girls struggling to hold their fathers back.

“Dad chill out! I dunno what happened but it’s probably not that serious. Relax.”, Elizabeth said, as England and France started to settle down and separate each other. England casted another glare at France before noticing Juliette behind him, also giving her a weird look. “Come on Dad, let’s just get back to the meeting. Germany’s gonna kill us if we’re late.”

“I suppose you’re right. Very well then.”, England sighed, as he and France made their way towards the doors, “This isn’t over, Frog.”

“Oh ho ho, Is that what you said to your reflection when you worked on your eyebrows this morning?”, France gave a sort of cocky smile as Juliette face palmed, wishing she were literally anywhere else. England snarled as they took their seats back, noticing Elizabeth’s strange looks at Juliette.

“Elizabeth, before everyone else gets here, I’d advise you stay away from her. That girl looks like she can be trouble.”

“Juliette? Dad, what are you talking about?”

“Her Dad probably fills her head with all sorts of ideas and impressions about me. I don’t want her to poison you with them.”

“Are you crazy? How is it that you and Mr France’s petty arguments are our problem?”, Elizabeth snapped, raising her voice slightly but not enough to be heard. England sighed.

“I know it’s not. I just..I don’t want you in with the wrong crowd, and her dad’s probably telling her to be disrespectful towards me. I don’t want you learning from her to be rude to adults.”

“Dad, you do realize we’re teenagers right? Even if what you were saying was true, it’s not like I have to do a damn thing she says.”

“Elizabeth Kirkland, I will not have that language. Just stay away from her, ok? It’s for the best.”

Elizabeth didn’t get another second to retaliate as the other nations started to file back in, Germany included. Still thinking about Juliette, Elizabeth droned out the rest of the meeting and kept focus on her, noticing France whisper a few things towards her who just nodded slightly. She couldn’t help but wonder if France was telling Juliette the same thing England told her. Elizabeth frowned. Why was it their fault their parents didn’t know how to act like adults? Even if Elizabeth didn’t know Juliette well, she seemed nice enough, and she seemed rather fascinated in her soccer secrets. Who did England think he was? She should be allowed with whomever she pleased.

Noticing her staring, England nudged her one again, forcing Elizabeth to pay attention to the meeting. Before staring back at the front, she caught Amelia casting a weird questioning look, with Elizabeth mouthing “We’ll talk later” before tuning back into the meeting, wishing it would just be over already.

#hetalia #fanfiction #londonoc #parisoc #fankids

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cup-noodle · 9 months

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3, 5, 6, 8, 13, and 18 for the fanfic new year asks!

Alright let's go, thanks for the ask!! It got long so I put it under the cut

3. Do you anticipate writing for a new fandom this year? Which one?

Honestly, I probably will! I've only put out two fics and one original work so far, so there's a good chance of getting attacked by a fic idea for something else and writing it. Currently I've been back in the Top Gun: Maverick brainrot so it might be that!

5. Which WIP is first on your list to complete this year? Will you post a snippet?

You probably guessed this one but I'm hoping to wrap up Project Jade sometime this year (probably in summer), it's been the one I've been working on for over a year now. Although some shorter fics might happen before that if inspiration strikes. For a snippet, you can have this one from a later chapter:

Her eyes flitted over to the closet door. Inside, underneath her box of winter shoes, lay hidden the files. Had she known how much hell those pieces of paper would raise for them, she never would have opened her mouth in that hallway. Never.

They'd decided keeping the files close and secret was the best plan of action for the moment. They didn't know what else to do but hold on to them and wait until an opportunity to do some real damage presented itself - that's why they were waiting.

That's what Freya kept telling herself, anyways. That's and what she and Oscar had agreed on. But in truth, there was another thing at play. She knew what kind of power those files possessed, and she was scared shitless. They had seen first-hand the ramifications of interfering with the wrong people, and she wanted nothing more than to forget about it all. To stop worrying about who was going to drop dead next. But it couldn't be nearly that simple.

So she closed the notebook, threw a pillow onto the floor next to Oscar with his laptop, and took a seat. "Alright, what now?"

"You're the green chicken," he hurried to explain, pointing at the avatar of a neon green hen with a comically large knife in its beak. "You have the arrows to move, Q for attack, and- Hey, stop laughing! This is deadly serious," he chided, but she couldn't help but crack up too as they locked eyes. As far as distractions went, this would do just fine.

6. Which yet-to-be-started fic is first on your list?

Like I said I've been thinking about Top Gun: Maverick a lot and I've got a pretty detailed idea for a 5+1 fic about Mav and Rooster over the course of the kid's life. More specifically it's five moments when Mav has to parent Bradley after Goose's death and has no idea what he's doing, and then one time when he knows exactly what to do (at the end of the movie, unsurprisingly).

8. Is there a story idea in your mental vault that you’ve never been brave enough to try writing? Is this the year? Can you tell us about it?

At some point I'd really love to try writing something more dystopian or apocalyptic (or post-apocalyptic), I adore those kind of settings. I have some vague ideas but nothing concrete yet, and honestly I doubt anything's gonna happen this year cause I already have a big project on my hands. Hopefully sometime in the future though!

13. Aside from fanfic, are there any other fan works you’d like to try creating? Fanart, or fanvids, gifsets, or podfic?

I occasionally do some drawing and fanart, so I'd love to do more of that if I have time. Learning how to draw people has been a pain in the ass but getting better at drawing characters is the current goal. Gotta do my blorbos justice.

18. Do you typically post multi-chapters as you write, or finish it all and then start posting? Would you like to change your posting method?

I've done one two-parter and one longer multi-chapter thing, and for both I did something in between. I like to have a fair amount written for the whole thing before posting anything, and then I write the missing bits and edit chapter by chapter as I go. It does result in pretty inconsistent posting but I'm a sucker for feedback and wanting to post it helps with motivation, so I'm sticking with it for the moment.

#local woman has zero ability to be concise #but again thanks for the ask they were great picks!!#i guess these past two years i've really kinda accepted being a writer (as a hobby ofc)#while before it was just a thing i secretly did sometimes lol #so it's been good and i hope it gets even better #ask games #we write at dawn #noodle rambles

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Hey!! I hope your doing well! I wanted your advice because your such a good writer, do you have any tips for starting to post on Ao3? I was inspired recently to try something new with all the ideas bouncing around my head. I just hope my works don’t turn out shitty or anything because that’s just how my brain works lol. Anyway, I would love to hear any advice :)

plsdfg u don’t need to be so sweet to get advice <3 lol sorry jk

personally i started writing when i was so consumed by all this (in my head) world/plot building that i just had to write it out somehow. That started by just writing everything out in a really boring/straight to the point way as if i were just describing events to a friend or something. That became my practice of writing out an outline of the “whole” fic, so that u have a vision of what direction your writing is going and especially useful if u plan to post multiple chapters. In an ideal world, i’d have completely written up a fic before posting but that’s just not possible (for me) cause of time constraints, so i find an outline really helpful for this so u know what you still need to write when ur stuck like half way through or something but also keeps up the motivation to see your story to completion (i say this despite not having finished a multi chaptered fic yet oops lol)

i find this helpful too for one shots, just in general to map out a complete story.

besides that, i think the best two pieces of advice i read from authors that i think are super amazing was the following:

- quantity over quality

- there will always be someone out there who writes better than u

now they might not sound amazing and the first one a bit counter intuitive but i find them both super motivating and useful! The first one especially because it works on the best piece of advice of how to start writing/posting: you just gotta start writing it out.

again a bit silly but also something u might’ve heard from others too, because it’s also true. basically, it’s totally normal and very understandable to have reservations/feel nervous over your own writing. But the best thing to do is to simply start and keep going, writing as much as you possibly can, because it guarantees improvement with every sentence you write. You really do learn as u go, it makes you reflect on ur own process and what works best for u, and to analyse ur own work/criticise it, and then develop it to a point where you feel like “yeah ok this is alright”. It truly doesn’t need to be amazing, because everyone is their own hardest critic and others probably are way less harder on u and will see quality/strength in ur own work!

that’s why quantity over quality is definitely the way to go, because just writing is the only way to just keep improving ur own quality. And i find this to be so true out of experience because my first ever (unposted) fic was multi chaptered and whilst i had this whole vision for it i got stuck at some point and lost steam for it. So then i moved on to another fic hoping to get back into the swing of writing in general. It was supposed to be way shorter and silly and fun, which in the end, turned out to be the first fic i ever posted. It was crazy to me how different the writing quality from A Night Ins first chapter is compared to most of my first ever unposted fic. And even within A Night In, i really did feel like my writing was slowly improving with each chapter. And then it became so much bigger (to me) than what it was initially planned to be like. Basically, the best thing u can truly do is just to start writing because you figure things out along the way and build your own rhythm. Also the best part is, you’re not forced to post anything you write, that choice is entirely on urself! Don’t feel pressured to post if u feel uncomfortable, but also don’t take it too seriously with the expectation that it needs to be perfect. It’s all at your own pace and most importantly, for your own enjoyment! Because theres nothing cooler than being able to share things u like, with others to enjoy too.

that’s where the second piece of advice comes in. I find remembering that there will always be a better writer helpful because it’s a reminder that ur own work truly doesn’t need to be perfect to be worth posting! You work on it until ur satisfied that ur vision/story has been made in a way that u can share it with others, that’s what it’s rlly all about. Because quality is both subjective (to an extent) and only something that can (objectively) be developed with practice/experience, but coming up with stories/ideas/plots etc, that’s something unique, no matter what it is, it’s in ur head. That, coupled with the intention of wanting to share it with others to enjoy it with u is the coolest thing, and who knows, u might also inspire others to also then share their own ideas :D (fan art/fics/theories have always been the most inspiring stuff to me)

so when u start posting, not only r u doing something rlly cool, sharing ideas/stories with ppl of the same community, but also working on ur own skills. I re-read what i have posted with the intention of catching typos etc or to see if i missed anything (i usually have but i’m so lazy so i still haven’t corrected them lol) and i just find it so cool to see my own development with each update, so i find that pretty motivating for continuing to work on things! And i’m not embarrassed by my past work, even when i think my older stuff is comparably worse than my newer stuff (especially that unposted one lol) but i feel really proud of them, because they’re what got me into writing and posting in the first place, and i’m sure others feel the same too. So don’t let self-criticism stand in ur way of doing something that u might really love and enjoy.

honestly, it sounds like uve got all the motivation and incentive and the right mindset already, the only thing is to not get too hung up on the fear of expectations, and you will be fine :D

very cool that ur planning on posting and hope u enjoy the process :) looking forward to reading ur ideas/work sometime :D good luck ! and i hope my advice was somewhat helpful lol apologies for the essay like rambles 😅

#YJ asks #fic writing

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Hi! Don't know if you're doing requests now or if this will interest you but... How about a Bokuto x male reader where Bokuto is usually the top when they do it but the one time he bottoms for the reader, he just can't get enough and started to beg to be fucked all the time. Maybe when they're all alone in the locker room

Its okay if you can't haha

songbird, (nsfw) bokuto x top!male reader

pronouns: he/him (FEMALE ORIENTED DNI!!)

warnings: begging, reader is a bottom to begin with, public sex (?) (fucking in a locker room where no ones there), creampie, a tiny bit of overstimulation, degredation if u squint and praise. spit as lubrication, finger sucking.

a/n: i’m writing this at 2 am with like no energy left whatsoever please excuse me if the quality isnt as good as usual and it’s a bit shorter i swear i’m trying my best im not trynna rush requests i just have a lot and theres too many things i need to work on :(

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"heh? look at you now kou'...cock dripping precum and i'm not even touching it! how cute~"

"p-please y/n just start moving already i want it so bad…" bokuto whimpered, settled on your cock while you relaxed on the bench.

"if you say so, my little songbird."

dating bokuto was pretty much a dream of yours. something about his positive and silly personality really made you fall in love with him. you weren't able to confess until second year when your friends pushed you. only to find out the owl looking man had a crush on you too. which explains why he was always more cheery around you than other people, maybe a little too much but you didn't mind.

your relationship fostered quickly due to the two of you already being friends and on the volleyball team. bokuto couldn't have been more happy, if he was already so ecstatic around you just as friends it's hard to imagine how excited he can be when you too are in a relationship. and as expected, his excitement was very well proven in other ways too. after both of you turned 18 in your third year, bokuto took you home right after drinking with your friends.

he's been waiting for this since his second year, a few months after you two became official. you were irresistible to him. like the himbo he is, he likes every part of you. your face, your ass, and of course your cock. every part of you excited him to the max. now that both of you are finally legal, he couldn't keep it in his pants any longer. so it was that night, you lost your virginity to the man of your dreams.

a unspoken rule but bokuto just assumed he was the top in the relationship. you didn't have any complaints about it since he was good with it. his stamina was over the roof for what an average person at his age should be. not only his stamina but also his cock. it makes you feel good everytime no exceptions. you also don't know where he learned it but the tricks he pulled off simply felt heavenly. every movement, every spot he reached and every word he said makes you closer and closer to an orgasm than you already were when you're with him. it's been like that in the bedroom ever since then and neither of you had the thought of changing it, until today.

you two were doing your usual flirting after the clock after practice. cleaning up the courts together and hanging away the nets. all your other teammates usually just give you an eye roll and leave the gym before you even get the chance to change. leaving the two of you alone, yet again, in the locker rooms.

"bo' are you hungry? we can grab something on the way back if you are-" your sentence was cut off when the taller male approached you and gave you a hug from behind.

"hehe, of course i'm hungry~ only for you though," bokuto said with a grin on his face.

"oh? what are you trying to suggest here?" you said, ruffling with his gray toned hair.

"well, no one's here anymore and it's just us...so why don't we…" he said reaching down towards your pants.

"sounds like a good idea to me~" you said, giving him a peck on the lips, making him blush.

"h-hey, why don't we try something new today! i've been meaning to ask you this-"

"oh sure what is it w-woah!"

before you knew it bokuto already dragged your pants down and got on one knee. even a dumbass would know what he's trying to do in this position.

"well well~ look what we have here." bokuto said with a smirk on his face fiddling with your cock through your underwear.

you let out a low giggle, getting the clue of what your boyfriend was trying to do.

"slow down there bo' no need to rush" you said as you removed your underwear too and let held it in your hands in front of bokuto's mouth.

"go on, this is what you wanted right?"

bokuto was a little startled due to the change of energy from you and gulped a group of spit down his throat. but eagerly, he still began to work on your cock with his mouth.

he was clumsy with it and you could tell he'd never given a blowjob in his life before. but you gotta admit, his attempt of trying to please you, doing something new like this for the first time was incredibly cute. he struggled a little trying to take in your entire cock and due to his gag reflex not being the best you could hear some gagging noises coming in between your thighs.

"oh fuck…just like that kou' you're doing so well…" you said, pressing your hand into his hair and slowly adapting a rhythm.

bokuto's eyes became hazy and you could tell he was getting lost in your cock. you looked down to see his shorts forming a wet spot where his hard cock is. you pulled him away from your cock and leaned back on the bench, leaving him begging for something to fill him.

"c'mon, big boy, isn't this what you wanted?"

too lost for words your boyfriend simply climbed on top of you and took off his trousers too, leaving both of your hard cocks exposed.

"why don't we get started, suck on these fingers with that pretty mouth of yours won't you baby?" you said sitting back up and leaning a bit towards bokuto.

"y-yes y/n…" bokuto said as he closed his eyes and took two of your fingers into his mouth, gradually taking three.

"that's it good boy~ but…i think you've had enough of that now." you pulled you fingers out of bokuto's mouth, leaving him yet again empty.

"lean in on my shoulders ko' that's right...just, like, that"

you slowly moved your already wet fingers into bokuto's ass, starting with two to loosen him up and moving on to three to further stimulate his pleasure point.

"a-ah fuck! y/n what is that! i-it feels weird…" he whined as you pressed again and again on his prostate.

"oh you'll see bo' it'll make you feel so much better in just a minute…" you said pulling out your fingers and pushing bokuto back in a position where you can see him while he rides you.

"go on, i know you want it inside you~"

you could tell bokuto was nervous but he gathered the courage to place your hard cock inside him, with a lot of effort of course. he moaned in pain and pleasure as you enter him entirely. waiting for him to settle in, you cup his cheek to tell him how good he's being.

"heh... look at you now kou...cock dripping precum and i'm not even touching it! how cute~"

"p-please y/n just start moving already i want it so bad…" bokuto whimpered, settled on your cock while you're relaxed on the bench.

"if you say so, my little songbird."

you began to move, answering his request. slowly of course, you didn't want to hurt him being his first time and all even though you know he likes it rough. as your thrusts became harder and faster you could hear bokuto's painful moans become more pleasurable ones.

"y-y/n fuck me, oh fuck me it feels so fucking good!"

"yah baby boy? you like that don't you, such a slut for my cock, filling you like it's the only thing you could think of."

sooner or later bokuto couldn't hold it in anymore, his pre was leaking a lot more and you could tell he was close.

"y/n i'm coming oh fuck~"

"fuck...me too bo'!" you said while cumming inside of your boyfriend. one hand stroking his cumming and already sensitive cock and the other grabbing onto his tight ass.

needless to say he passed out from the pleasure coming from both his behind and front, leaving you holding him in the mess the both of you made.

"guess we might have to change some rules in the bedroom now huh?"

#haikyuu!!#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x reader smut #haikyuu x male reader #haikyuu x male reader smut #haikyuu x m!reader #haikyuu x m!reader smut #hq smut #hq x reader #hq x reader smut #hq x male reader #hq x male reader smut #bokuto #bokuto x reader #bokuto koutarou #bokuto x reader smut #bokuto x male reader #bokuto x male reader smut #bokuto smut

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miomines · 3 years

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A Dragon's Precious Gem • Serendipity

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i need to stop trying to force myself to write More words. this is just for fun!!! i don't need to push myself so much that i avoid it!! this is so far the shortest of all the installments but that's not bad!! it just means it's shorter. gotta learn how to deal with that.

meili isn't actually present in this one! she's mentioned a few times but this is where you meet mingzhu! although you're not properly introduced yet but she's here! you now have a little sibling congrats

"Do you know how to play the lyre?"

Xiao doesn't even startle as you flop down onto the ground next to him. A big difference from when he started staying here, but it's not an unwelcome change. He glances at you and hums, tilting his head.

"I have little knowledge when it comes to playing instruments," he says. "It wasn't a priority but I do know the basics. Why do you ask?"

"Meili gave this to me," you reply. You hold up the lyre and you have a small feeling where she got this from. A lyre after her trip to Mondstadt? She may avoid the topic but you're not that unaware of things. "I never actually played one before but I didn't want to refuse it, y'know? It's a gift."

Xiao nods and scoots closer to you. "I think you know more than you think," he adds. "Have you noticed that Teyvat flourishes in your presence? You learn things much easier than a regular mortal does." He says it all so nonchalantly while adjusting the lyre in your hands into a proper hold.

"I do?" You doubt that and it probably shows on your face. He shakes his head and there's a hint of a fond smile on his face. Xiao has always been so kind to you and he was much more expressive here than from what you remember in game. You prefer this Xiao in front of you.

"You do," he nods. "From what you've told me of your previous world, things work differently there. Cooking works differently here but you've picked up on it pretty easily."

"Well, I had Meili's help.." You had noticed it. It was little differences that added up over time but you didn't know you picked it up quicker. "I dunno how you can say I learn quicker than others if there's no one else from my world here."

"Call it a gut feeling," he says. You nod as you absent-mindedly fiddled with the lyre strings. He gestures to the instrument when you play an easy melody. You can see his point.

"I was.. connected to Teyvat before, remember? There was this lyre type minigame that I liked playing. Maybe that's why?" You shrug as pluck at the strings carefully. "I dunno. It's all kinda confusing to me. I didn't really think much of it because of the whole situation with my arrival."

Xiao hums and leans back against the tree behind you both. Playing the lyre is easy enough for you, surprisingly. It's as if muscle memory takes over and allows you to play on complete instinct. Is it the lyre itself or is it you?

The air around you falls into a comfortable silence, only the notes of your lyre breaking that up softly in waves. When you had first arrived here in Teyvat, this is what you wanted. Living peacefully with one of the characters you loved by your side with a warm and happy home. Meili wasn't a part of the dream back then, but you can't imagine it without her now.

Teyvat is truly beautiful when you ignore most of the mortals living here. At least you have Xiao to lean on when you need him.

Nature is playful and full of activity so when you hear the leaves of bushes rustling you don't pay much attention to it. The thing that grabs your attention is a child's laughter and you pause in your playing.

Xiao hums and looks at you questioningly. You hold up a finger as you listen carefully. You hear the laughter again, a playful giggle as the leaves rustle.

"There's a kid around here," you whisper to him. You aren't that far from Qingce Village but at the same time, kids don't normally come out this far. You point to where the giggles came from.

You watch as a small slime emerges from the bush, the childish giggles abruptly stopping as something crashes into the slime. They tumble and roll over each other a few times and you suddenly realise what you're seeing.

It's a small dragon, their long body curled around the slime as they playfully nip at it. They're not very large and you don't even think they would reach your knees if they stood on all fours. The only dragon that you've seen that looks somewhat closer to them is Morax. You don't like comparing them to him but their proportions are similar even if they don't look much too similar otherwise.

"Hello?" You call out and their head snaps up. They unfurl their body from the slime as they look towards you and Xiao.

"An adeptus?" Xiao mumbles as the little dragon bounds over. "Are you looking for Meili?" He raised his voice slightly to ask. They chirp and nip at your sleeve.

"They're cute," you laugh and pat the top of their head. The small dragon lets out a noise that resembles a purr as they flop down into your lap. You rub your thumbs over their little horns and smile endearingly as they curl up in your lap. "Meili mentioned having a daughter but I think this one is too little to be Meiying."

"They are," Xiao agrees. "I haven't had many chances to talk to Meiying before but I remember she wasn't this small. Meiying isn't even in Liyue currently."

"Do you remember when Meili will be back?" You don't take your eyes off the little dragon. They're so small. They could wrap around your shoulders like a scarf. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Xiao just shrug. Fair enough.

You lean back against the tree to pick up the forgotten lyre. The dragon nudges their head against your stomach gently. You pat their head before you resume your lyre playing. They chirp happily at your music.

Well, you suppose that this little dragon is a good addition to your life. If they weren't already looking for Meili, you think you would've asked her if they could stay anyways. They're just so small. It's difficult to not get attached to them.

"I'll take care of you until Meili returns, okay?" You hum softly and they purr again. You turn to smile at Xiao and he just shakes his head with a sigh.

You play the lyre as the little one falls asleep on you. You feel the weight of Xiao leaning against you and you can't help but smile. Hidden from the chaos of Teyvat, you have your little family. You have a safe and loving home.

Your dreams of living peacefully in Teyvat were not as unlikely as you had once thought.

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#sagau #•xiao #•mingzhu #a dragon's precious gem • serendipity #•sagau #off in the distance meili has found subject 2 and is now in the process of convincing him to let her adopt him

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shanair · 3 years

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Rick and Morty X F!Reader | S4E8

A/N: This one is a big jump in the series but has call backs that is not yet established (whoops) but the next episode after this one will be the last of my pre-written ones before writing in order. It’s actually an original so stay tuned for that. -

Episode Name- The Vat of Acid Episode

Word Count- 5,708

Rick flies to a spot on an acid-type planet. It kind of looks like just a big factory. Morty grumbles in the back. We were both kind of in a bad mood, but he was still irregularly quiet. He goes to park outside before abruptly stopping.

“Oh shit, I almost parked.” Rick releases the wheel, we hover above the ground. “Hey, (Y/N), hold on, look at this.” He presses a button, and the ship parks by itself.

“Uh-huh.” I brush it off, looking out the window. Rick starts to screw his flask close, putting it in his pocket.

“Well, I thought it was cool. So. We should be in and out. Simple exchange, not even really an adventure. And if anything goes wrong…” Rick opens the door, stepping out. I unbuckle my seatbelt, opening my door as well. “Which it won’t, jump into the same vat of acid I jump into. I open my door, processing what he said.

"Okay. Wait, wait, what? What vat of acid?” Rick looks at me in front of the ship before rushing back into it.

“What, (Y/N)?” He sits back down, shutting the door. “Close the door.” I close mine. “I pre-scouted this location and placed a vat of fake acid amongst the real ones. It’s got air hoses and a compartment of bones at the bottom. If things go wrong, which they won’t,” I eye Rick suspiciously, “we jump into the vat of acid, and I’ll release the bones, they’ll float up- What is this face you’re making?”

“I don’t know. It just seems cheesy. You’re an inventor but a fake vat of acid?”

“Yeah, what part of a fake acid vat with built-in air supply and quick-release bones isn’t inventive enough for you, and when did my job become pitching you ideas?” Rick snaps. I sigh re-opening up my door. Morty follows behind me.

“All right fine! Let’s just do this.” Bottles fall as my legs push them out of the ship, “I need to help Morty with his English homework.”

“You’re still learning English?” Rick pays attention to Morty. “That’s the language we speak. How dumb are you?” I roll my eyes at his comment. Morty didn’t seem to be in the mood to retort back against him. I grab the briefcase of the crystals and follow Rick inside. It’s cool, in a nasty creepy, someone is going to betray and kill me way. We walk across the long corridor and into the room of vats. I glance over the acid vats. I do give Rick props that you can’t tell which one is real or fake. The buyers/dealers in a group of four walk in at the same time, meeting us in the middle. One of the purple furry-looking guys speaks, who I’m assuming is the leader.

“Interesting choice of meeting place, Rick.”

“You like it?” Rick nonchalantly replies, “My granddaughter had notes."

"Come on.” I groan. A similar-looking henchman but shorter walks forward towards the leader.

“Show him the crystals, (Y/N)” Rick motions to me. I open up the case, exposing the shiny jewels. The leader nods to the small one and he does the same. We close the cases and trade them.

“I’ll make lots of money with these.” The leader admires the crystals in his hand. Rick does the same with the new blue crystals.

“I’ll make lots of those with these.”

“Well,” the leader points, “those are fake.” His crew pulls out weapons. Rick holds his arms up, dropping the crystal he held. I flinched back, still holding onto the open case of fake crystals.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” I hear Morty murmur behind me.

“Oh, Jesus fucking Christ. Come on.” Rick overlaps me. “You brought fake crystals and a gun?” The leader shrugs. Morty eyes the vats of acid then Rick.

“Beats real crystals and no gun.”

“Okay, but does anything beat fake crystals and a fake arm?” Rick shoots the biggest guy in the back, using a hidden arm. I close the case and watch. Why am I even here? Such a mediocre adventure. He could have just brought Morty. They react in shock, watching their worker fall over.

“Whoa, do you know who I am?! Even if you kill me, you’re a dead man.” Rick looks at them in fake disbelief, lowering the gun.

“Are you serious? (Y/N), he’s right. We’re screwed” I glance at him. He’s going to show off his stupid fake vat. “Let’s just end it. Quick death, come on.”

“Really? Wow, okay-” I slightly yelp, being pulled back by Rick into the ‘vat of acid’. I regain my focus, the green water blurring my vision. Morty jumped in after us, he swam in between the middle of us, avoiding eye contact with Rick. Wow, he really is in a mood today. I feel a tug on my shirt. I look down as Rick shoves a tube into Morty’s and my mouth. He squats next to his contraption, releasing the fake bones. Rick then presses a button on a scanner, putting out a transmitter that allows us to hear what they’re saying.

“Guess he took your threat pretty serious.”

“Yeah, but it just- doesn’t make any sense.”

"Well, he was a scientist.” I share a stare with Rick. He quickly flips me off before tuning back into the trio.

“Maybe he knew more about acid. Maybe it’s like the most painless way to go.”

“How could that have been painless?”

“You saw that pause before the bones floated up. That had to be five seconds of unparalleled torture.” Rick gives me a thumbs-up. I glare back at him. “I-I can’t get my head around it. I-I thought I’d seen this galaxy at its darkest. This is- this is gonna take a while to feel normal.”

“We’re pretty good listeners, boss. Drinks are on us if you want to talk it out.”

“Thanks, but what happened– It happened here, I don’t want to lose the moment.”

“Take your time, boss. We’ll stay here as long as you want.” My expression lightens. I stare at Rick. He could see my smug grin and furrowed his brows. Wow, who knew this so-called simple adventure would turn bad? “Absolutely. I got nowhere to be.” Rick gives a dumb look. I squeeze my temples, realizing that we might have to stay here underwater in fake acid for hours. They go on and on about gruesome stories. How is that helping him cope exactly? Rick silently gets my attention, telling me to listen.

“All right. I think I’m ready to deal with the world now. Let’s get out of here.”

“Should we drop our buddy in here before we go?” I raise my arms in panic. Rick dismisses me and reaches down. I look over, he kept spare bones down here.

“Yeah, probably a good idea.”

“Should we use a different vat? Does acid lose its acid power the more it dissolves?”

“What am I, an acidologist?”

“Here, grab that ratlike creature. We’ll do a little test.” Rick frantically grabs a small bone from the extra and pulls a switchblade out, carving into it. He hands me some small bones.

“Look, if you’re going to test the damn acid, don’t use a rat, take that ladle, grab a spoonful, and put it in the analyzer.” Rick pulls out his vaporizer, setting it to a lower setting, and shoots the ladle. They all cheer out.

“Okay, I’d say that’s pretty acidy. Drop him in.” Rick begins to release the bigger bones and the earlier rat drops in. “What are you doing? Not the rat, the guy!” Rick scrambles to grab it. In doing so, he releases the bones. Rick pulls out his gun and aims it at the rat. Morty suddenly reaches forward and stops him. In doing so he reached over me, preventing me from reaching the panel of bones. The regular bones get released out. They all gasped out. Morty gives the rat his oxygen tube, letting it breathe while he holds his breath. They all yell over about the bones, not believing in them.

“All right, that tears it. I’m canceling the rest of my night and calling a bone scientist. We’re getting to the bottom of this.” Fuck this shit. Morty has the same thought as he grabs Rick’s gun, swimming up after taking the rat. I swiftly follow.

“Jesus, fucking Christ! Enough already!” He holds the rat and then throws it at the small one. He fires at the leader, the gun wasn’t set to the right parameters. It only set his suit’s sleeve on fire. Rick surfaces, grabbing the gun out of his hand and quickly killing the three. Morty jumps out of the vat, scooping up the dropped real crystals back into the case. I feel Rick glares at me. What did I do? He looks back at Morty, who stands up with the case.

“Can we go?!” He exhales, already fed up. Rick silently returns to the ship, and we leave the planet. I decide to sit in the back as Rick faces Morty.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Just admit it was a shitty idea and a waste of time.” I sit forward.

“Having grandchildren?” Rick glares back at me.

“A vat of fake acid! Are you dying of dementia?” Morty crosses his arms.

“How are you talking to me like this? Wh-when did you get so cocky?” Rick looks back at me when speaking. I sulk down. Earlier words of my purpose echoed in my head. Morty sees this and seems to get more irritated.

“Tonight! Tonight, Rick! The night I saw you fail!”

“Because you ruined it!”

“It was pre-ruined!”

“Oh, was it worse than when I was a pickle. Oh-oh-oh that’s right, you weren’t there for that. Turned out kind of cool. Maybe there’s a connection there.” Morty looks offended, turning to Rick.

“Excuse me?”

“What’s that cool thing you did without me again? The awesome thing? I-I-I I guess you wanted a dragon? Mwah,” Rick does a mouth-kissing motion, “unforgettable.”

“God, fuck you.” Morty turns back away.

“Timely, too, you got in on that 'Game of Thrones’ fever right at the peak."

"You trying as hard as you can to hurt me right now proves my point.”

“I’ll let you know when you have a point, and the world will know when I try to hurt you.”

“Big man, big genius. Big lonely drunk.”

“Hey, save some of these atomic-age beatnik zingers for your English homework, Bukowski.” We pull into our garage. Morty quickly leaves the ship as Rick talks, grabbing stuff and beginning to work on it.

“There’s no such thing as a bad idea, Morty. It’s about execution.” Morty slams the door before quickly reopening it as I leave the ship too.

“No such thing as a bad idea? Except all of mine, right?”

“Morty, wanting a dragon isn’t an idea.”

“I’m not talking about that! I’m constantly pitching you ideas, Rick, and you act like they’re not even worth thinking about!"

"He’s kind of got a point.” I speak up. Rick’s eyes widen as if he forgot I was in the room. He shrugs me off.

“What? The helicopter lawn chair? That’s something you saw on TV.”

“What about my video-game-style place-saving device?” Morty starts to walk towards Rick.

“Oh my god, here we go.” Rick exasperates, turning to Morty.

“It’s a good idea, Rick! A device that lets you-”

“Save your place like in a video game, but in real life so that you can try stuff and then go back to your save point. Yes, Morty, I saw it on 'Futurama.’” Rick finishes for him.

“Oh, so you don’t do anything unless it’s original?”

“I don’t do time travel.”

“It’s not time travel. It’s saving a place in time.”

“Oh my god, is this what you think I do? This is where the heavy lifting happens in your mind? Do you have any idea how much fucking work would have to go into a machine like that-”

“Wait a minute,” I interrupt, “you’re so not on board with the idea because you can’t do it!” I point at Rick, and Morty nods in agreement.

“Yeah, Rick! You can’t do it.”

“I can do anything. Your idea is not worth doing.” I stand next to Morty, we smile at each other.

“You can’t do it.” We harmonize, looking back at Rick.

“Whatever that was, don’t do it again. Before what you’re trying to do was called 'negging’, it was called 'reverse psychology’, and incels didn’t invent it. Bugs Bunny did.”

“You can’t do it.” We repeat. Rick gets more irritated.

“There is nothing, I cannot do."

"A place-saving video-game thing!” Rick looks back and forth at us.

“You’re both pieces of shit, especially you.” He points at me. I scoff.

“Just say you can’t do it!” I yell.

“I won’t!”

“You won’t say you can’t?” Morty adds.“

"Fuck you (Y/N)! Fuck you, Morty” Rick flips us off.

“Fuck you!” We both yell, flipping him off as well. Rick knocks stuff over in a fit of rage, kicking the knocked box across the room. He reaches over, grabbing and throwing stuff behind him. Morty and I dodge the incoming tools, slightly backing up. Rick gets a blowtorch and starts using it on some metal. Morty and I awkwardly look at each other.

“So are you gonna?” He starts.

“Yes, I’m gonna fucking do it!” Rick yells back as we flinch. Morty and I leave the garage. Fist bumping and doing our signature handshake. We walk to our rooms.

“You see that Morty? Just being more assertive can make Rick do more things. He is a go with the flow guy.” I open the door.

“Yeah, geez, you were right. What should we do first if he does it?”

“Cause mayhem.”

. . .

Rick wakes us up by calling us to the garage, Morty and I get up. Walking downstairs and entering the garage.

“Rick,” I yawn, “it’s 3:00 am. Why’d you call us down here?”

“You were right.” Rick sighs, before turning around in his chair to look at us.“I failed. I can’t make it. And honestly, I’m pretty ashamed. That might be why I’ve been so aggressive and unfair about rejecting your ideas.”

“Rick…” Morty calls out.

“Maybe I’ve lost it. Maybe I never had it.” I watch Rick stand up and go past us.

“Hey. C'mon, you know we didn’t mean it that way. We just all need to find better ways of communicating.” I watch Rick rest against a shelf. I’m surprised. I was expecting Rick to lash out and blame us for everything somehow.

“I’m sorry, I just, lash out sometimes. I-I-I don’t know why I do that! I’m so ashamed of myself. Hearing you talk about the vat, it really opened my eyes. Like, what the fuck am I even doing?” Rick goes back to his chair and sits his head on the desk. Morty stands back as support. He isn’t really good in these situations. I walk and look over his shoulder.

“Hey, hey. I don’t like hearing this talk, you’re a great inventor. We just got a couple of things to work on. Let’s start with inventing a little honesty. Sound good?” Rick looks back up at me.

“Thank you, (Y/N). Sounds good.” I smile as he presses a button, setting his head up. “Or maybe I’ll just kill you.” Rick sits up, pulls his blaster out and charges it.

“What?” I question, backing up with my hands out.

“Whoawhoawhoawhoa-” Morty rushes to Rick and screeches when he shoots me. Everything fades as I slump to the ground. Wait what? No, I wasn’t dead, I’m still standing here. Rick gets out of the chair, smiling. I give a worried glance to a traumatized-looking Morty.

“Because I fucking did it!” Rick cheers. “Booyah!”

“Wow Rick, you really did it. You did it!” I squeal, Morty joins in on the excitement.

“I did it, you little sons of bitches.” He smiles, and mine slightly falters.

“How did you-?” I start, Rick cutting me off.

“Do you want me to explain, or do you wanna go have some fun?"

"Well actually-”

“I wanna have some fun!” Rick tosses the device to Morty. “Rick this is-this is, thank you!”

“You can thank me later.” He smirks. “Go nuts.”

“Best grandpa ever!” Morty cries.

“That’s all I ever wanted to hear.”

“But Rick, this doesn’t have any negative effects on anything, does it?” I question. Morty starts to drag me out of the garage.

“You know what? Who cares! We have a school to wreck tomorrow.” I would be lying if I said I wasn’t particularly excited about the device but I am worried. Something that powerful has to have some sort of selfish consequence. Like Morty’s love potion, eugh.

. . .

The sound of the bell ringing wakes me up. Mr. Goldenfold walks in front of his desk.

“All right, class, I know I’ve been absent for most of this school year. I’ll be honest with you, during spring break, I attended a Renaissance fair and fell in love with a buxom hand-axe juggler half my age. I overplayed my interest in her lifestyle just to get closer to her, traveling the country with her troupe. And I am embarrassed to say I am now an expert blacksmith with several STDs and a broken heart. I beseech your nasty little asses to speak on the matter no further. Now that that’s out of the way, who wants to do some math?” HUH, he comes back just to say all of this?! I guess someone has been busy, and now he isn’t as boring. Morty raises his hand.

“I’ll do it.” Morty marches up to him.

“A bold move, Morty Smith. But can you deliver?” I watched Morty save, now what?

“Oh, I’ve got something to deliver.” Morty pulls Mr. Goldenfolds pants down, exposing his weird-looking dick. I’m not an expert but yeesh, it’s like the STDs mutated on him. Everyone else laughs, others showing the same concern for his weird dick. Mr. Goldenfold also freaks out, trying to cover it unsuccessfully. Morty resets the timeline, I look around. So Rick even made it so I retain all memories of the saves. Nice.

“Bold move, Morty Smith.” Mr. Goldenfold repeats. “But can you deliver?”

“Holy shit,” Morty exhales, “I can do anything.” I give him a thumbs-up, he looks at me with a big smile.

“Yes, with math, anything is possible. Except a long-term relationship with a woman that calls you a warlock for using a phone.” I cringe at his self-loathing as the bell rings. Morty rushes over to me.

“This is so cool! Imagine all the things we can do with no consequences! I should ask out Jessica.” My smile falters, yeah no.

“Why Jessica? You have the chance to get with almost any girl now. She’s kind of-” I trail off.

“You’re just jealous! How about you go find someone too. I’m going to get a date!” Morty leaves the classroom to walk to Jessica’s locker. Not like I can, there is a single remote but whatever. I loosely follow behind. He saves before speaking to her.

“Hi, uh, hey Jessica.”

“Oh. Hey, Morty.” Jessica puts her books away and turns away from him, shutting the locker and walking away. Smooth. He resets, approaching her.

“Hey, Jessica, right?” I snicker at his approach. He waves me off with his left hand. Resting his body against the locker next to hers.

“Um. Yeah. Hi. Sorry.” Jessica gets her books out and closes the locker. This time, facing Morty. “I thought you knew my name because we’ve interacted so many times, but maybe I was just being stupid. Sorry. Hi I-I’m Jessica. That’s me.” I watch her get flustered. She switched up quickly.

“Cool. See you around.” Morty dismisses her, starting to walk away in my direction. She stumbles on her words and squeals in the background as I walk with him. “I think I’m gonna like this thing. Wanna try it out now?” He points it at me.

We run around town, trying recklessly dangerous things. Then tame ones, such as eating as many ice cream samples as possible. But Morty seems to use it too sparingly. At one point, he uses it to reload video games that are already reloadable. He just excused it as faster than waiting out the screen. We walk down the street, looking at the two cops stationed. I nod at him and he saves. We start rushing the police officers. They unexpectedly shoot us down, we carry on after reloading. THEN WE STEAL A MOTHERFUCKING CAR AFTER BUYING HEROIN KEITH TO HANG OUT WITH US AND MOW DOWN THE INNOCENTS. I gotta admit it’s pretty fun. The idea of consequences still burns in my mind.

“Slow it down there Morty."

"Oh, come on, live like there are no consequences because there are none!” He shouts, driving faster. Later Morty continues to do some dumb shit and even tries to jump from the tallest board in swimming and chickens out. We stand outside of a strip club. “Don’t be like this (Y/N). You know you want to see as much as I do! Wait.” Morty walks away after saving to open the door for a girl at the coffee shop. They exchange some words before she invites him in. I give him a look of disappointment through the window, gesturing to the unexplored strip club behind me. He obviously ignores me and I scoff, I go home. Considering I didn’t have the remote with me.

. . .

You know that the saving and loading thing was good… For Morty, not me. After he got with his cafe girl, he forbade the use of the save button. He claimed he didn’t want to relive any moment with her for me because ‘they’re all wonderful’. Of course, they had a fight a few days ago but seemed to make it up by going on this trip up North. You know what I did instead of letting my jealousy and anger get to me? I got my own partner, so now I know I can pull in spite.

“Morty is missing!” Summer burst into my room.

“What?! What do you mean?” I sit up from my bed.

“His plane had an accident and crashed!” What?! I mean Morty can’t be dead since the timeline didn’t reset but, oh shit. He has to be out there somewhere. Time to go talk to Rick.

. . .

And another month had passed. Morty is now back home safe with his girlfriend. And I’m more serious with mine! We all sit around in the living room, reminiscing in celebration. It seems things are going to be okay. I look over to see Dad reach for where Morty had the remote. I jump up, yelling at him to stop. But we’re back at the club. Morty and I stare at each other. We share a look of horror.

“Morty, don’t do it!” I reach for him but he runs back over to her, trying to explain everything again. She freaks out and pepper sprays him, his butt pressing the save button. He grabs it blindly and tries to load it, just reliving the moment. I help him up. Part of me wants to just strangle him right here for being so irresponsible with the remote. But I can’t. Sure, all my happy memories of the past couple of months had been erased, but his had as well. I hug him, comforting him as I try to suppress my own emotions.

He drags me to the zoo and repeatedly kills himself by the gorillas. I sit on the ground, waiting for him to finish. The night goes by, then a day as we have another day at school. We walk past Jessica.

“Oh, hi, Jessica. Hey, I’m sorry I brushed you off the other day. I was just trying to be cool.” Morty sighs. Jessica smiles and holds her books tighter.

“Oh, I don’t even know what you’re talking about. But, you seem different. Like you finally found yourself.”

“Yeah, I, I guess I have.”

“That’s good to hear. I like who you found.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I do, too."

"Looking forward to seeing more. I’ll see you tomorrow, Morty.”

“Yeah. Yeah, I’ll see you tomorrow.” Jessica walks away, we both walk home in silence. I don’t have the energy to talk. It feels like a breakup, but the person never knew I existed. Morty and I head straight to the garage. Rick turns to us.

“How’s it going?” Rick eyes Morty, probably because he looked like shit. He was a newfound hoodie wearer and professional crier. I sit on the dryer.

“Y'know, it was fun, Rick. Real fun. Y'know I-I-I definitely sowed those oats. But I think you invented a little lesson for me along the way. Living without consequences is great, but then I started wondering. What am I living for? What am I building? If I’m always looking back, I’m never looking ahead. And then it hit me. We are who we are because of consequences. You can’t live without consequences, y'know? You feel me?” Rick audibly drinks his juice box.

“That’s a beautiful thought, Morty, but, uh no. There were definitely consequences.”

“What’re- What- What are you talking about?”

“I mean. You did everything you did. It all happened.”

“No, but the respawn button. The-the do-over.”

“It’s not a do-over.” I interject, they turn to me. “We just did it over and over. If Rick really doesn’t mess with time then we must be playing with the timelines. So everything that we did, we did. Every time you pressed the reset button, we were most likely sent over to a near-duplicate universe. We killed ourselves each time, which is allowed as there is one of us in every universe.” It was something I learned from Rick while Morty was missing. I didn’t see the importance of telling Morty considering I didn’t expect him to use it again, or for it to be used again.

“Yeap, but to solve for that.” Rick pulls up a hologram of what happens when we reload. It takes us out of our timeline and kills the new one, replacing ourselves in that one. “Time crystals were a bitch though.” Morty wails, “That’s right you little bitch! It’s 'The Prestige’! you 'prestiged’ yourself.” Morty looks up at the hologram.

“Rick, how many did I kill?”

“You tell me, Morty.” A larger hologram showing multiple dead Morty’s and even some of me. “Every time you reset to smell Jessica’s hair, every time you relived a satisfying fart, that’s how many Mortys you’ve incinerated, you greedy little junkie.”

“Oh, god. Even those times when I-” I grimace at his statement.

“Especially those times. It’s over, Morty. Feel this.” Morty starts to sob and Rick holds his shoulders. I stare at the hologram in horror. “I even coded (Y/N) to be compatible with this. Every time you reset. A Morty and a (Y/N) dies.” Morty cries even harder, covering his eyes away from the images. “Take this in. This is God.” I jump off the dryer.

“Why would you do this?” Rick looks at me.

“My hands are clean, (Y/N). I gave you two a choice. You could have listened to me explain, in scientific detail, how it all works. Or you could have fun. Did you have fun, (Y/N)?” I feel anger rising up as Morty cries quietly.

“Is this because of the vat?”

“Nooo.” Rick drags out.

“We’re sorry!”

“I’m afraid it’s too late for that. What’s done is done, but it can end.” Rick releases Morty and turns off the projector, resting against the counter. “The original split is still timestamped. I can make it so those Mortys and (Y/N)s never existed at all, make them purely theoretical."

"Oh, God.” Morty cries. “What do I do?”

“I think it’s clear we’ve done enough.” I approach Rick.

“Tell me how, Rick! Tell me how I save those Mortys and (Y/N)s!” Morty cries out.

“You live with the consequences. Those things happened somewhere, but you can merge the probable realities so that only one Morty and (Y/N) did them.”

“Just do it!” I shout, snatching the device from Morty and handing it to him. Rick takes it and places it into the device that shows the hologram.

“All right, lemme just sync these up and get you back to your dimension."

"Wait, you’re not even our Rick? Then why do you know about the vat?”

“Every Rick has a vat!” Rick screams in my face, slamming the button. A purple beam hits us, it spreads out through my body. I can see all of the dimensions we let die, traveling through them before we reach our own. The pain subsides as we arrive back at our original dimension. Our Rick is now in his chair, slurping on the juice box from earlier.

“Well, kids. I’d say we’ve invented a little honesty today. How about you?”

“We don’t deserve this.” I complain.

“We were just having fun.” Morty adds.

“So was Jeffrey Dahmer.” Rick goes to the garage door. “Speaking of, time to pay the piper.” He pulls open the garage door, multiple police vans screech to a halt outside. A swat team sets up a shield formation, sets of guns aimed at us.

“(Y/N) Smith. Come out with your hands up, you sick fuck. We’re also fine with just shooting you if you wanna suicide by cop.”

“Huh? Me? What’s going on?” I look out in shock at the groups of authorities, I glance at Morty who was already looking at me.

“Wow.” Rick whistles. “Looks like a SWAT team, some drug dealers, some grassroots MeToo activist, the ACLU. Jesus, (Y/N), the AARP?”

“I didn’t do anything! Morty used it the most times! I literally touched it ten times!” I snap at Rick.

"The NAACP, GamerGate. (Y/N), is that Supreme Court Justice Sonia Sotomayor?” Morty cringes.

“Okay, this has to be about the vat. I’m sorry! Is that what you want me to say? What do I do?!” I walk slowly to the front of the garage next to Rick. Morty stands next to me.

“Seems like there’s no way out of this one.” Rick mentions over to a fucking christ, a vat of acid. Which I assume is the fake one. “Unless…”

“Rick th-that’s kind of petty. I mean, she didn’t even do anything except mouth off your, to be fair, pretty lame idea.” Morty timidly tries to defend me. He’s right. Morty did do most of it. Even disobeyed Rick’s order, I mean it was encouraged by me and oh no. Rick has the same thought I had. Of course, he does! I’m like him, I instigate Morty, and he hates it! He’s trying to put me in check.

“Shut the fuck up Morty, u-unless you want to join her."

"God damn it.” I mumble.

��Yeah, I guess it is, uh- what did you call it? Uh, uh, 'a shitty idea’?”

“God, damn it.” I say a little loud, I approach the vat with the small ladder.

“Say the vat is good.” I sigh, conceding my victory.

“The vat is good.” I reiterate.

“Kiss the vat.” I tense, fighting every ounce of my tired body to yell back at him. I roll my eyes, pecking the vat.

“Do not go into that vat.” An officer calls out. “It appears to be full of acid.” Rick walks over me, reaching his arms out to the crowd.

“It is! Please, she’s just a little girl! Let me talk to her.”

“Tell her we’re very upset!"

”(Y/N), please. Step back. That vat is full of acid. It’ll melt you completely, leaving only your bones.“

"Aww, fuck you!” I groan.

“I’m sorry, what did you say?” Rick gives me a smug but stern look. I take every ounce of strength to not just attack him right now.

“I’m going in the vat!” I announce. The crowd shouts at me. I can feel Morty’s sympathetic stare before hearing the opening and shutting of a door. I climb up the small ladder. I glance at the crowd that has gathered just off of the lawn. Then I jump into the vat, releasing the fake bones at the bottom. I attach the tube to my mouth and sit on the bottom, crossing my arms. A ladle gets inserted into the acid. I reach for the emergency gun, shooting the bottom of the ladle. A couple of minutes pass and I sit up, breathing in regular air.

“Don’t ever make fun of me again. Ever!” Rick shoots a portal, Morty exits the house on cue. “All right, c'mon you two, let’s go home."

"This isn’t our reality?” I ask.

“What, you think I’d waste our home teaching you a fucking lesson?”

“What about Morty? I was barely a part of this!”

“Apparently, you seem to know why. And if I teach you a lesson, I’m essentially teaching both of you.” What? That doesn’t make any sense. Is he scolding me to intimidate Morty? “I am gonna miss this place though. Johnny Carson’s still alive and on-air, 9/11 never happened, and Rocky Road ice cream has peanut butter instead of marshmallows.” Morty walks over as Rick heads into the portal.

“Wh- The marshmallows are the best part!”

“Morty…” Rick warns. We all walk through the portal home. I go straight to our room. First, my ex, now doesn’t know I exist. Second, carelessness with the save and load remote undid all progress which cost tons of Morty and (Y/N)’s lives. And third, I was shamed by Rick in an alternate dimension for talking back. Not for murdering different versions of ourselves. I would say, I’m having a not-so-good day. Morty soon enters the room and acknowledges my urge to not speak. He sits next to me on my bed as I lay facing the wall.

“Sorry-” He starts.

“Don’t even.”

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chiliiscereal · 3 years

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Well my standards have really lowered when I comes to writing fanfiction a XD

First I didn’t want to write any at all, then I didn’t want to write for any cartoons, then I didn’t want to write for cartoon turtles... and here i am.

Here I am starting a x reader fanfiction... with the 2014/2016 version of Raph

Still a bit uncomfortable with this but I had an idea so here we go! If I like it then I’ll keep going :p

Lol what am I doing with my life XD

Too tall

Raph x tall! Fem! Reader

Summary: yes this is me self projecting. Reader is 6 foot 4 inches tall and literally every boy she meets is too insecure to date her when she’s that tall. After a while of being treated like she unbreakable and a giant she gets tired of it. Luckily there’s someone else out there who understands how she feels.

———-

You tapped the cafe table impatiently, trying not to watch your friend and her boyfriend across from you. You attempted to look at the door instead. Maybe if you stared at it long enough then your date would show up.

“It’s okay! I’m sure he’ll show up.” She tried to console you as her boyfriend held her tiny little hand.

Perfect.

Small.

You looked at your own clenched hands and wished that yours could fit so perfectly in someone else’s hands. But, sadly, big hands come with height.

No boy your age ever came close to you.

It’s not that you minded.

It’s that they did.

You didn’t care that practically every boy you met barely went up to your shoulder. You wanted companionship. You didn’t need them to be a hulking giant. You needed someone who loved you.

This wasn’t Tall Girl for goodness sake.

You weren’t waiting around for some tall man to show up.

Unfortunately no guy was willing to step up to the plate.

Why might you ask?

Insecurity of course.

The last three guys that turned you down all said they weren’t comfortable with being shorter than their girlfriend. Others said they weren’t looking for a girlfriend.

Funnily enough they all ended up with girlfriends maybe a week later.

The other girls were incredibly tiny. They barely even made it to the boys shoulders. If that.

But you thought maybe this boy would be different.

He seemed like he was.

He seemed interested at least.

He SEEMED like he was excited when you asked him on a double date with your best friend and her boyfriend.

But an hour passed already and he wasn’t there.

You sat up with a bit of a huff. “It’s fine. Let’s just... let’s just enjoy dinner.”

Your friend frowned at you but decided to let it drop. She knew you hated whenever anything like this was addressed so she bit her tongue and changed the subject.

You couldn’t enjoy dinner or pay attention to anything brought up.

Oh you tried.

You gave it the old college try.

But you found your mind wandering back to the lost date way to often.

After another thirty minutes you stood up. “You know what? I’m kind of tired and I still have some homework to finish up. You two enjoy your date!” You grabbed your bag and walked out before your friend could even call you back.

You just needed some time to yourself.

Time to think.

You walked down the sidewalk slowly, half heartedly wishing that the boy would call you and give an amazing reason as to why he was two hours late.

You stopped yourself from reaching for your phone to check for a text.

No it was his loss.

Not yours.

Surely there was someone out there for you... waiting for you to come along.

Someone that wouldn’t care if you were a little taller than them.

You huffed and zipped your bag shut. Whoever they were, they definitely weren’t that boy.

“Hey girl, who you all dressed up for?” Came a voice from the alley you were about to pass.

“No time to talk.” You answered quickly and continued walking.

You weren’t about to give them the time of day. There was a tub of ice cream and a sappy romance movie waiting for you back at your apartment.

“Come on, a girl like you with legs like that? Surely you’re dressed up for somebody.” The man stepped out of the alleyway and leaned against the brick wall. “I’m thinkin’ maybe it’s me.”

Oh you wanted to turn him around and hit him with your bag.

But it wasn’t worth the risk.

“Hell no.” You stated curtly and walked by him briskly.

He snatched your wrist, effectively making your skin crawl. “Look at me when I’m talking to ya.”

He pulled you into the alley before you could stop him.

“Maybe you didn’t hear me.” You growled and tried to rip yourself away. “HELL. NO.”

“Come on, baby! Give me a chance-!” He attempted you sweet talk before he was interrupted.

You caught his hand before he could grab you anywhere inappropriate. “I have had a REALLY terrible day. I am a MINOR and if you don’t get lost RIGHT NOW then you’re gonna have some serious problems.”

He was close enough that you could smell the bitter alcohol on his breath.

He was probably a head shorter than you and had no idea what he was getting into.

“I don’t care if you’re a minor-.” He started.

Your fist smashing into his nose stopped his words.

“Like I said!” You growled as you shook the pain out of your knuckles, “I have had a really really REALLY bad day. And YOU are some little gnat just buzzing in my FACE!”

He gripped his nose with a cry, blood dripping down it like a waterfall. “YOU BROKE MY NOSE!”

“YOU PULLED ME INTO AN ALLEY AND TRIED TO TOUCH ME!” You shouted back, hitting him with your purse before he could charge at you. “YOU MADE THIS CHOICE AFTER I WARNED YOU!”

It felt good to take your rage out on somebody. And it was justified to! It wasn’t like you were just beating this man. He wasn’t letting you leave! He kept grabbing you before you could go.

————-

Turtles pov

They crouched above the alleyway, watching the man pull you into the alleyway.

“We gotta get involved man.” The red masked one whispered. “This doesn’t look to good.”

“I told you, we only get involved if it gets really bad.” The blue one responded with an eye roll. “We can’t risk being seen!”

“It already looks really bad!”

“If she gets anymore hurt then we jump in!”

The orange masked turtle jumped into the conversation. “I don’t know, I think my money’s on the girl.”

“Mikey shut up!” The purple masked brother whispered. “This is serious!”

“So am I! Look at her! She isn’t even scared!”

“I think she at least looks a little scared.”

“Probably cause she’s trying to keep herself from beating the shit out of him!”

Raph rolled his eyes and shoved his younger brother. “It’s our job to do the protectin’ round here. Shut up and- HOLY SHIT!”

The all gasped as you reeled your hand back and knocked your fist into the creeps nose.

“Damn that looked like it hurt.” Leo observed. “Maybe she doesn’t need our help.”

“I say we stay here in case it goes south.” Raph argued, waiting for Leo to argue with him.

“Fine, but we leave when it looks like she’s safe.” Leo nodded and looked back to the fight.

Raph didn’t have time to feel proud that he’d been listened to. Mikey was inching closer to watch. “What the hell are ya doin’?” He reached forward to pull him back. “She’s gonna see ya!”

Mikey leaned over the edge anyway. “Look at her go! I told you he didn’t stand a chance!”

“Who knew using a purse was so effective?” Leo nodded. “Think she’s got it?”

“Looks like it to me!” Mikey laughed and watched with glee. “This is real entertainment.”

“Mikey you’re too close to the edge!” Raph tried to grab him but was shoved away. “You’re gonna fall-!”

————

With that you shoved the man into the wall. “Are you FINALLY done? Have you FINALLY learned your lesson?”

He spit out the blood from his mouth and nodded. “Fine! Please just leave me alone!”

“Good choice!” You shoved him away from you. “Go before I change my mind!”

He was gone before you could even blink.

“That’s right! Get out of here!” You shouted to him as he scurried away.

You lifted your chin triumphantly.

Maybe you hadn’t gotten that date but you sure did beat the crap out of a creep.

You dusted your hands off and snatched your purse off the ground.

“If I catch you harassing anyone else you’ll get it twice as bad!”

No answer of course.

He was long gone.

Still, it felt good to shout.

You could finally go home.

You turned back to the edge of the alleyway with a sigh of relief.

You took one step forward.

Then, the least expected thing happened.

“OH SHIT!”

Next thing you knew you were on the ground after something very large crashed into you.

“What the hell!” You sat up and rubbed your head. “Who just sits on a roof above an alleyway?!”

You grabbed your purse quickly and stood up, ready for another fight.

It wasn’t another creep.

And from the looks of it... it wasn’t even human.

Well, THEY weren’t even human.

You didn’t know what they were.

Green...

Huge...

And shells...

The finally looked at you.

Why were they wearing masks?

What even were they?

Why were they there!?

The one in orange immediately scurried behind the one in red. “Oh shit oh shit oh shit!”

The one in red looked at you and then looked at the guy behind him. “You dragged me into this! You fix it!”

He pulled him forward.

Honestly you had no idea what to think.

There were two GIANT turtles right in front of you! And they were talking!

You gripped your purse a little tighter, waiting to see what they would do.

The one directly in front of you tried to speak only to look back at the red masked one and then back up at where they had fallen.

You looked from him to where he was looking quickly. “Are there more of you?”

He gulped quickly and attempted to hide behind the bigger turtle. “Uh... yeah?”

You took a small step to the exit. “Are you... are you gonna try to take my purse or something?”

The red one glared at you. “No! We’re just.. just here to protect the city. We ain’t monsters!”

You noticed him getting defensive immediately and nodded. “...okay then. Well, if you’re not going to rob me then I’m going to pretend I saw nothing and go on my way.”

The red one frowned.

You were acting waaaaaaay too casual.

Surely there had to be some other motive.

“Hold on a minute... you ain’t goin’ anywhere yet.”

You glared at him and held out your purse. “Are you gonna stop me?”

Mikey took a step back and Raph rolled his eyes.

“I don’t think a purse is gonna do much against someone like me.” He stated.

“I don’t even know who you are.” You stepped back again and tightened your grip. “I didn’t even know people like you existed until now.”

You looked them up and down, taking them all in.

This couldn’t be real.

It couldn’t be.

“You say anything bout this and you’re dead, got it?” He pointed around you as if aggression could make you quiet.

“Can you at least let me go home and finish my ice cream before you decide to kill me?” You backed up again.

You were so close to running away.

So close to escape.

Before you could back up any further, two more creatures dropped from the sky behind you.

You jumped and scrambled away, nearly running into the red masked turtle.

“Listen, I’m sorry about the way my brother phrased everything.” The new turtle glared at his companion. “What he meant to say is that we protect the city. We were watching that man just in case he tried anything and these two,” he glared at the first two again, “fell off the roof.”

The one next to him pushed up his glasses. “I’m surprised you haven’t passed out from fear yet. The first person we met did just that!”

Your back hit the wall and you had no where else to go. “I’m not too sure if I won’t do that.” You glanced between the four of them. “What even are you guys?”

“Turtles!” The orange one spoke up before the red one could shush him.

“Mutants as well.” The purple one joined.

“And ninjas.”

“And teenagers.”

You couldn’t help but snort. “Mutant turtle teen ninjas? I think you need to rebrand that.”

Maybe you were insane.

Here you were cracking jokes with large turtles at dinner time.

But so far they were harmless, despite their stature. According to the blue one they protect New York.

“Ya got a problem with it?” The red one grew even more tense.

You shook your head quickly. “No. Just... surprised.”

“And scared?” He added. “Scared of monsters like us?”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “I thought you just said you weren’t monsters.”

That seemed to stop him.

So you continued with a deep breath. “You’re all just... really huge. I thought I was tall but standing next to you...” you swallowed and tried not to let your nerves get to you. You turned to the blue one since he seemed to be the leader. “...can I go now? I won’t tell anyone you exist or... whatever it is you want.”

The blue one was skeptical but the purple one butted in.

“Do you have a way home? Like a friend you can call?”

You opened your purse. “Yeah I should be able to call an Uber with my...” you pulled out the broken device. “...my phone.”

Well crap.

You stuffed it back in quickly. “It’s okay I’ll just walk-!”

“I can fix it.” He offered. “Besides it’ll be an extra security measure for us if we have your contact information.” He gestured loosely to the hand you’d punched the creep with. “We could also bandage up those cuts.”

You brought up your hand and inspected the blood with surprise.

Well... when were you gonna get another opportunity like this? It’s not everyday a girl gets invited into the homes of local mutants.

Besides you really didn’t want to walk home with your phone destroyed.

The red one looked at the purple one angrily. “You wanna being ‘er back??”

“Our job is to help people, Raph.” He rolled his eyes.

“I’m with Donnie. It’s only fair since we broke her phone.” The blue one nodded.

“Well if it’s not too much trouble...”

—————

Next thing you know you were whisked away to none other than the sewers.

Well that kind of made sense.

No one would ever really want to go down there anyway.

The purple one, whose name you learned was Donnie, had your phone in his three fingers the moment you stepped foot in their home.

“I’ll do a little fixing up, maybe an upgrade, and Raph can take a look at your hands.” He muttered as he started to disappear into a lab like room.

Raph...

He was the red angry one wasn’t he.

The tallest and biggest out of them all.

He didn’t seem too happy about it either.

“Why me?” He protested. “What ‘bout Leo? Or-or Master Splinter? Heck, even Mikey!” He gestured to his orange masked brother as if to showcase how he’d be better at it.

You couldn’t help but silently agree with him.

Mikey seemed the most open on the way here. He’d talked your ear off the whole trip, asking questions about what it was like to be a human and bragging about all the people he’d saved. He’d even wanted you to play a video game with you when you got to their home. He’d been a bit overbearing but that was better than Mr. miffed muscle mountain.

“Hey you’ve broken the skin on your knuckles before. You’ve got experience in it. Just fix her hand and be done.” With that, Donnie was gone.

You shared an awkward moment of eye contact with Raph before he sighed.

“Well, I’m gonna go play my game.” Mikey dashed over to the tv. “Let me know when you two are done and we can play!” He grabbed Leo by the back of his shell and pulled him along.

You bit the inside of your cheek nervously.

It was just you two.

You and the giant turtle boy beside you.

“Aight well...” he cleared his throat. “I guess I’ll take you up to the work out room then?”

He stopped and you realized he was waiting for you to say something. You quickly tried to scrounge up a comprehensible sentence.

“Y-yeah, sounds good with me.” You followed after him quietly, holding your hand so the blood wouldn’t drip everywhere.

The room was smaller than you imagined but still... it was huge to you.

He began rummaging through a box on the table, fumbling with objects. “You can uh... you can sit down while I grab the-the stuff.” He told you quickly.

You didn’t know where to sit so you interpreted his words to mean that you should sit on the work out bench.

You watched patiently as he found the roll of gauze.

Clearly he was just as nervous as you.

You didn’t know why HE was nervous though. He was a giant turtle for goodness sake. He could snap you in half easily.

“Here lemme see that hand.” He shuffled over and reached out.

You gave your right one to him, trying to hold in your nervous shaking.

“Ain’t gonna bite ya.” He rolled his eyes.

“I know.” You commented, watching him start applying disinfectant. “Just never been in a situation like this before.”

He snorted and continued his work.

You couldn’t help but notice how small your hand looked compared to his. Ha. That was new. Usually it was you watching little pick me girls compare their hand size to their crushes. How strange it was for it to be you.

“And I thought I had big hands.” You couldn’t help but blurt out.

He kept his eyes on your hand, examining it a little more. “Ya call this big?”

“Yep.” You glanced around the room, taking in the ‘scenery’.

He snorted. “Damn tiny to me.” He pulled out the gauze and began wrapping your knuckles. “Look, I’m uh... I’m sorry ‘bout the way I handled earlier. My dumbnut brother got us exposed when ya clearly had the situation handled.”

You cringed, remembering that they’d seen you beating the creep. “Yeah I could have handled that better as well.”

He paused for a half second, as if considering his next words, and then continued. “Heard ya say you were havin’ a shit day as well.”

You weren’t exactly sure if you wanted this brought up in the middle of the weirdest experience ever but you were desperate for a smooth conversation. “Yeah, some jackass stood me up.”

He frowned and momentarily made confused eye contact with you. “Stood ya up?”

“You know, as in he said he was gonna go on a date with me and just didn’t show up.” You forced out a laugh. “But it’s fine I got ice cream at home.”

“Mmm.” He muttered. “Sounds like a douche bag.”

Well outta room! Part two will be up I had too much fun :)

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