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baekhvuns · 2 years

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First of all Baek, happy belated birthday! You're so young bestie, but enjoy your immortality! Hope you get Seonghwa as a gift, but don't forget to share! 🎉

People absolutely do simp for clowns and I don't know how to feel about it, because clowns is one thing, but murderous clowns? That's a bit too much. 🤚🏻

Please I'm so mad, everyone on my timeline is seeing Ateez in Anaheim, even some of my friends. People in California I hate y'all! I'm currently in Berlin seeing DPR Live later today even though I didn't plan on doing it (and I might run into a "friend" I don't wanna see so rip) and tomorrow I'm going to a drag show. I'm just gonna pretend I'm seeing Ateez 🤡

I thought ToMoons were normal, but this whole issue proved there are many delulus in the fandom. And what is this person on about 😭 leave them alone if you can't support ot5. Btw two members of Treasure have left, 2022 isn't stopping... I don't follow the group, but I know Yedam was their best vocalist and trained for years so wtf

Sometimes they correct the mistakes during music shows, but only if they're more visible. I remember Ateez taking another shot once, but then with other small mistakes they didn't, tbh I usually don't notice anyway. But I saw Stray Kids make some mistakes - Woojin literally left mid-promo - so they struggled a bit

Please not Inkigayo sandwiches, I eat weird shit but no no no no ☠

Speaking of model Seonghwa...

"tbh i don’t even watch lives if psh isn’t in it" jshshshsushshdhshhs okay, but same. 😭 I usually don't watch lives in general, sometimes they play randomly and that's it. But Twitter is good for that, I don't need to watch shit yet still see the best bits!

I hope Exoplanet is real, but also if you can't go what's the point bestie :/

Baeksy can you believe I'm suddenly back to uni and got myself a boyfriend too?! Look it's HIM 😊😊😊😊

I can't with this fucking guy?!?!? 🧎🏼‍♀️I wanted to send the same thing, because what in the strip club?! Another WIP - Hwa as a night club dancer 🤚🏻

Poor Maddox, hopefully Hongjoong eventually replies/ed, but you're right Park Seonghwa would respond in a second <3

Why would booktook people take the website down? Omfg that Hoover woman and her followers are such a menace, my friend works in a bookstore and everytime someone buys/orders her books she dies inside a little bit.

Oh no, Yeosang viral zipper moment, the likessss 😭

???

The sneaky tongue I CANNOT he's a snake for real.

Also omg CHOI MINHO first solo album apparently?! And did you see Shinee's season's greetings?! From classical musicians to cereal lmao. It's a shame Minho's drama got indefinitely postponed, but I understand considering the tragedy

Hear me out: Seonghwa as a college student and part-time worker AU, he works at a bakery and laundry place (he does a terrible job at both but I go there every day) perhaps he's a night club dancer too 🙈 DV 💖

hi hello!!!

First of all Baek, happy belated birthday! You're so young bestie, but enjoy your immortality! Hope you get Seonghwa as a gift, but don't forget to share! 🎉

THANK YOU!! ANHDKW “you’re so young” cried bc i didnt want to grow old <//3 BESTIE NOT ANYMORE 😭😭😭 hoping to ask for seonghwa’s hand in marriage and i wILL SHARE

People absolutely do simp for clowns and I don't know how to feel about it, because clowns is one thing, but murderous clowns? That's a bit too much. 🤚🏻

NOO BC I GET PPL LIKE THAT ZOOTOPIA FOX BUT A WHOLE CLOWN??? murderous on top of that??? what the hell 😭😭

NO BC ALL THOSE ANONS ON MY BLOG ARE SEEING THEM SAW THEM IN ANAHEIM 🔫🔫🔫 “People in California I hate y'all!” I AGREE TO THIS !!! U GET EVERYTHING SHARE A LITTLE 🔫🔫 omg an anon on this blog is also seeing dpr in berlin,,, 2 anons 1 spACE U GUYS BETTER COME OUT AS FRIENDS omg let us know how all of that went!!

i thought they were quite chill too but i was scrolling thru the timeline and saw some questionable things 🔫🔫 omg i was sO surprised at yedam leaving like this guy was like the face?? the ace and everything?? he spent all his life training and just 2 years into the career suddenly its poof ??? sounds sus but also heartbreaking to leave a career you’ve worked so hard for 😭😭😭

AHHHH im sure the recordings last way into the nights at times? oHHHH RIGHT RIGHT was there some sort of tension bc of the mistakes? truly was a mess of an era im sure they must’ve been frustrated,,, BESTIE WHY NOT FBAKFBKW EAT IT FOR THE EXPERIENCE,, THE CHARACTER EXPERIENCE!!!!! TICK IT OFF THE BUCKETLIST!!

Speaking of model Seonghwa...

STOP STOP STOP THE WAY I GASPED STOP THAYS HOW THIS MAN dm MAKES HIS ENTRY IN THE FUCKING FIC HES THE MAN OF THE SHOW ANONNNN DOMT MAKE ME WRITE A MODEL AU AGAIN

LMFAOOOO for seonghwa its just that he’s always doing some kind of expression, the smirks and the teasing iM ALWAYS GONNA WATCH HIS DBDB so vvv entertaining >> YEAH EXACTLY TWT HIGHLIGHTS THE BEST PARTS

I hope Exoplanet is real, but also if you can't go what's the point bestie :/

im hoping it is but i don’t think exo even know they’re having a concert 😭😭😭🤚🏼 NO EXACTLY WHATS THE FUCKING POINT,,, bUT taeyeon’s holding concerts now! about to start crying at cold as hell <33

Baeksy can you believe I'm suddenly back to uni and got myself a boyfriend too?! Look it's HIM 😊😊😊😊

HELLO I WAS LIKE BESTIE U GOT A BF??? HOW WHEN I NEED TO KNOW IF IT WAS LIKE AN AU,,, SMH BUT THIS COUNTS TOO no but the clothing is so pretty but the shipping 😭

I can't with this fucking guy?!?!? 🧎🏼‍♀️I wanted to send the same thing, because what in the strip club?! Another WIP - Hwa as a night club dancer 🤚🏻

im sorry what the fUCK IS THAT FBQKDHKS SEONGHWAS WOLF WHEN,,, hwa as a night club dancer 👁🤚🏼👁🤚🏼 im looking at tenelkadjowrites for that one bc their new fic is 98% smut 2% plot = amazing <3

Poor Maddox, hopefully Hongjoong eventually replies/ed, but you're right Park Seonghwa would respond in a second <3 //// Why would booktook people take the website down? Omfg that Hoover woman and her followers are such a menace, my friend works in a bookstore and everytime someone buys/orders her books she dies inside a little bit.

if hongjoong doesn’t marry seonghwa atp im gonna take him,, STOP OKAY THIS GIRLIE HAMED AUTUMN HERBS FBWMJDWK 🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫🔫

apparently there was another acc that had 1.1 million likes on a video that shows how to use zlib 😭😭😭 it’s on sight for any coho fan i see,,, NO BC WHAT IS THIS

AND

?????

omg esp with christmas coming ur friend’s gonna be suffering 😭😭

Oh no, Yeosang viral zipper moment, the likessss 😭

the PERSON WAS SO CLOSE SIR U MIGHT AS WELL HAVE ZIPPED IT UP FJWKJDKW

??? //// The sneaky tongue I CANNOT he's a snake for real.

LMFAOOOO THATS ME IM IN THE PICTURE FBWKDH <33 and NO

PLS I SAW I CANT WAIT FOR WHAT HE DOES OMF PLS IF HE DO SOME RETRO-Y 1OF1 STYLING TYPE IM GONNA PASS AWAY,,, I DID LMFAOOOO SMS SO UNSERIOUS,, CEREALS 😭😭😭 omg now that everything’s having dates back im so excited for his show <33

LMFAOOOO IM SEEING GOOD BOY IN THE DAY BAD BOY AT NIGHT TROPE 👁👁 he’s the super nice sweet guy at campus but one day ur friend drags u to the club on the other wide of the town and its just him dancing there and it starts from there

omg but did hear ten’s new song birthday??? its so good????

no bc this is so true

WHATS HE DOING GHWK

😭😭😭

MUBANK WORLD TOUR??? BESTIE WERENT WE TALKING ABOUT THIS WITH WHEN KPOP CAME TO LONDON,,, ITS BEGINNING

HIS EYES

this is either duke or the new hwa in the fic

hear me out,,, doctor hwa au

#✉️ : ask #dv 💖 anon

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moonlight-additions · 3 years

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wip game!

rules: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. send me an ask with the title that most intrigues you and interests you and i’ll post a little snippet of it or tell you something about it!

Tagged by @daystiny thank you for the tag Yav 💗

(no pressure💗) tag: @starlightjoong @timextoxhajima @nct-tara @stealerz @nctyongie @atinymonster

Oh god, I have like 100+ wips so for the sake of my followers I’ll be naming them under the cut so if you want to read more they’re under the cut 😭 also some of them didn’t have a title so I didn’t include them (didn’t put who was in which bc thats kinda important so i guess if you want to know send an ask? rip i feel so exposed having to name my wips 😭)

My Time

Don’t Call Me

Your Eyes Tell

Doesn’t Concern You

Space

Meekrats and Raccoons

Battery Acid

Location

Cold

You What?

I Think So

Keep It

Final Decisions

Support

New Addition

Daddy

Motherly Love

Family

Future

They Know

Scared To Be Lonely

Sunday Morning

Perfect

Manager

Graduation

Not Going To Work

Personal

Without Me

Lost

Always Love You

Elena On Twitter Space (to the anon who sent this in I KNOW ITS BEEN FOREVER I PROMISE I AM TRYING TO FINISH IT 😭💔)

Pleasant Surprise

You’ve Got Me

Exaggerated

Someone Else

ShowTerview

Write That Down

State of Denial

Doesn’t Matter

Needles

KPOP Daebak Show

Questions

Hungover

Wine Night

Birthday Bash

Dating Rumor

Take Me Home

The Statement

Breakaway

Femme Fatale

Baila Baila Baila

Shameless

So Am I

Weekly Idol Ep 472

Traitor

Dream Of You

Something New

Thinking Of You

Drop The Dance

Expensive

Secrets

Try Hard

Your Favorite

Pajama Party

Rewrite The Stars

Closure

Thank You

Very Nice

Decisions

Need Help

Blue Flame

Better Now

The Stealer

Baby Just Say Yes

Why Do We Try

What Did I Do

Monster Cookies

Spreading Support

Coffee

Go Big Or Go Home

Familiar

#daisy.tags #and spoils #tag game #yav 🍂#don’t clown me for having all these wips and yet still taking my time on posting bc I KNOW IM A CLOWN 🤡😭

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starlight-vixen-emiko · 3 years

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Adrigami actors AU

Hey everyone!

I know I am lagging behind when it comes to posting stuff. My personal life has gotten a bit busy. But my readers have asked me for more Adrigami.

I am absolutely flattered that my readers are asking for more Adrigami and I am stunned the fanbase is still around...I figured the fanbase would be dead after the travesty that happened.

But I do technically have this ficlet...I am sorry it isn’t much. I do got plenty of other Adrigami fanfics planned I am just...Busy right now.

Basically this fanfic is inspired off the Lukanette actors AU where Luka and Marinette are actors who disapprove of script for season 4.

I wanted to write an Adrigami version.....I hope it’s good enough.

Warning: This ficlet is generally anti adrienette and anti love square, you have been warned.

Enjoy lovebugs! <3

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Adrien was at his wit's end as he sat on a bench by the pier and clutched his blonde hair.

"That was painful!" He cried. "What were the show writers thinking?"

His girlfriend Kagami sat beside him and gave him a sympathetic look.

"I thought you did very well, Adrien," Kagami said gently.

Adrien raised his head and threw his hands up. "I felt like a total clown!"

Kagami held on to his arm. "That was what the show writers were going for," she whispered into his ear.

"I cheated on your character," Adrien said with disgust in his voice. "My character is supposed to be likable and a good guy, but my character cheated on yours."

"Why do fans praise this type of stuff?!" Adrien cried. "Even the show's narrative saw nothing wrong with the cheating," Adrien hung his head.

Kagami looked at her boyfriend with nothing but understanding in her eyes, knowing that it was all just a stupid act.

"All this just to get my character together with Marinette's character. It's absolutely ridiculous!" Adrien cried. "Marinette is just a friend. I cannot stress that enough!"

Kagami had to agree deep down, but she didn't have much say on the show she starred in, no matter how ridiculous the show becomes.

"It wasn't you," Kagami said. "You don't have to feel guilty."

Kagami turned and took a moment to rub her temple. "It was hard for me to say that Marinette recognized your schedule and that you and Marinette were made for each other with a straight face."

Adrien gave a pleased smile. "You are a better actor than me Kagami. Sometimes I get so frustrated that I just want to freehand the script. After all, sometimes the best scenes are against the original script."

"And when the director told Marinette and me to close the umbrella on both of us and laugh like love birds, I had to bite my tongue," Adrien cried.

But Adrien wasn't allowed to argue, no matter how arrogant the show writers are.

"Who laughs when they get trapped in an umbrella with someone else?" Adrien cried. He was starting to become a bit hysterical. "How is that romantic?!"

Kagami giggled slightly. "Maybe we should try it ourselves and see if it is really romantic."

Adrien and Kagami paused. They gave each other serious expressions until smiles formed from their faces, and they laughed over such a silly idea.

But they can only laugh at a bad script for so long until next week when they film for another lousy episode.

Adrien sighed. "Those snobby show writers refuse to recognize my genius! Like an entire episode of Chat Noir and Ryuuko fighting crime together."

Kagami smiled, thinking what could be if they were in charge of their own characters.

"I mean," Kagami took a moment to run her fingers on Adrien's thigh. A move she would always make when suggesting something to her boyfriend. Adrien was always excited over her adventurous suggestions.

"We could always roleplay that at home," Kagami said slyly.

Adrien turned and looked into Kagami's eyes. He was overcome by her adorable cat eyes that shined like tiger eye gemstones. He gently cupped her face with his hands and stroked her cheek with his thumb.

"Really, Kagami, you are the only queen in my eyes," Adrien said as his peridot green eyes sparkled for her.

Kagami smiled. "That's my Adrien," she said.

The pure sunshine boy she loved dearly. Selfless, heroic, and such a loyal gentleman.

Adrien and Kagami moved in for a kiss. A blissful kiss that they didn't get to share on camera. They playfully fought each other's lips as Kagami pulled out her phone and took a selfie of the two of them kissing.

When the two of them broke the kiss Kagami smiled at the perfect moment she expertly took despite her eyes being closed the entire time.

Adrien smiled and took Kagami's phone from her. Taking a moment to write down "I love Kagami!" before posting that image on his Instagram.

Kagami giggled for a moment. "You're going to make the fanbase so angry!"

Adrien took a moment to stroke Kagami's cheek again with his fingers as he gazed at his beautiful girlfriend. "Hm, doesn't matter to me."

The fans of the show wanted Adrien and Marinette to date in real life. It made all the actors uncomfortable because Marinette and Adrien already had their partners. It was disturbing how many fans couldn't distinguish tv shows and movies from reality.

Adrien took the latest script and tossed it into the ocean with a satisfied look on his face.

Kagami smirked over that idea and dropped her script into the ocean as well.

"God, if I read another script from the writers, I'll go insane," Adrien said. "They can't pay me to go on set and act like a clown again. Unless they want to see us make out!"

Kagami gave a pleased smile over that idea and gave her boyfriend a light kiss on the lips, causing a pleased smile to form on his lips. She was calm about it, but she wanted to raise a middle finger to the misogynistic showrunners as well.

Adrien then took his girlfriend's hand. "We should've done this long ago when Luka and Marinette quit."

Kagami pondered to herself for a moment. "I wonder if they found a new show yet."

Adrien gently squeezed Kagami's hand and stood up with her.

"We can join them!" Adrien announced. "Or we could find another show where you are a beautiful, powerful warrior princess, and I am the compassionate, loyal prince charming."

Kagami smiled over the idea as she and Adrien walked away from the filming set, not planning on returning.

"Now I want to spend all night writing a script," Kagami said.

"I can brainstorm with you!" Adrien said.

"After all, my queen needs a story that will do her justice," Adrien said as he brushed his cheek on hers.

Kagami smiled. "And my King needs a director who will give him an honorable role."

Author’s Note: Ok I had to admit I had fun writing shade like that. Really, that umbrella scene was ridiculous. When I saw that scene I almost called one of my friends and said “Hey, wanna get stuck in an umbrella with me and see if it will be romantic?”

Oh speaking of which. On WIP Wednesday I am gonna post a preview for an Adrigami fanfic I am working on. Stay tuned!

This is Emiko Gale signing out! <3

#sorry if this is lame #adrigami #pro adrigami #anti adrienette #adrien and marinette are just friends in this ficlet!#my fanfiction #my writing

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alwaysthrowsscissors · 3 years

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Fic Writer Questions!

Thanks for the tag @venhedish dont mind if I do darlin'! Loved reading your answers too!

1) How many works do you have on AO3?

17 and I started May 2020

2) What's your total AO3 word count?

84,430! Sooooo close to that 100k milestone I just need to get off my writing hiatus since I have a beefy one shot WIP and a couple kink-meme prompt fills started that will get me to the finish line!

3) How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

On Ao3/as an adult, just Supernatural.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Well Jung – This was my first and I’m still super surprised it took off so well considering all the head-hopping. I also hadn’t written fiction since high school so it’s pretty technically rough!

I Can’t Forget the Time and Place Where We Just Met – Who doesn’t love a good old-fashioned double amnesia fic! This was a SPN Masquerade fill and it was super fun to write!

Kiss the Cook – Another SPN Masquerade fill inspired by Dean in an apron in S15. Kitchen fucking is fun fucking!

Iodine and Stitches – 3/5 SPN Masquerade fills that I did fall 2020. Seriously such a fun event to participate in I cant recommend it enough. This is one my only fics with a serious tone throughout which is tough for this clown.

Double Jeopardy – Written for my buddy after finding out she has an intelligence kink! Cut to us giggling about Sam losing his damn mind when he plays Jeopardy with clever Dean!

5) Do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Listen…I can’t fully express how much comments give me LIFE! I want to know what you liked about my silly musings, I want to know your fav part, I want to know that I gave you a boner! I'll take a button smash, I'll take an emoticon. Anything, everything! I make a point to always respond back to show my appreciation for people taking time out of their day to make my day.

6) What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending?

Without a shadow of a doubt Yesterday Don’t Matter if It’s Gone about what would happen if Sam and Dean hooked up during Mystery Spot and exacerbated Sam’s downward spiral during the months of Tuesdays. I write a lot of humour and this sucker is humourless PLUS has an unhappy ending! Weeee!

8) Do you write crossovers? If so what is the craziest one you've written?

Never have but not opposed to the idea.

9) Have you ever received hate on a fic?

Nope, I’ve been pretty fortunate but I also write pretty tame shit. So if I start dabbling more in the archive warnings it may change. I do have a fun multichap wincestiel non-con WIP in the works 😈

10) Do you write smut? If so what kind?

AHAHAHAHAHA I’d say a good 90-95% of my 84k wordcount is smut! All M/M all explicit! Fun times over at Casa Scissors 😏. I do have some upcoming stuff that’s more plot heavy though which I’m looking forward to.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I fucking hope not that would be a big bummer.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! And as a noob I had to pinch myself, it still fucking blows my mind! A lovely Ao3 user Yigelulu translated I Can’t Forget the Time and Place Where We Just Met into Chinese. It was so incredibly cool to see my words in another language and a great honour that they liked my fic enough to put in all that work!

13) Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yup! Turn Your Head and Cough with my budbud Wearingdeantoprom. Dean gets his prostate rubbed for the first time at the doctors office.

14) What's your all time favorite ship?

Wincest wincest all the wincest! My brain is infected and there is no cure! I am a pro-shipper though ship and let ship my dudes. I also dabble in wincestiel and LOVE any combination of winkline and may write it one day. I don’t really read much from other fandoms. I’ve read some George/Fred (I like brother fucking ok?) and I love me some Jess Mariano/Dean Forester over in the Gilmore Girls camp (the perfect enemies to lovers) but its unfortunately such a small ship. Any souls reading this who like those ships, please drop any recs into my box!

15) What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will?

Anything I am passionate about I will finish. I’ve only killed one thing because I got bored with it but I posted my fav part for a fic challenge. I hate not having something to show for my spent time (I know it's a hobby but it's the principle damnit!) and I hate unfinished things. Those damn little ao3 red circles haunt me 🚫

16) What are your writing strengths?

Christ uhhh I’ll say I’m most consistently praised in comments for my dialogue and it’s what always flows the smoothest for me. I think my humour is also a strength, it comes very naturally when I write which is why I have a hard time keeping it out of my fics! Times are tough I just wanna make y’all giggle ok?

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Frankly, my greatest weakness is that I don’t take it seriously enough to look at my past writing critically for improvement. I also write (non-fiction) for my job and had extensive training to do so, so when its for this hobby I honestly whip it out, edit a couple times, and slap it up ‘good enough’ styles and I don’t go back to re-read once posted. I think if I looked back, I could see lots of opportunities for improvement and could go from a fine writer to a good writer. I’d also say that I’ve written pretty fun fluffy cracky smutty stuff so I guess another weakness is a lack of depth of plot and subject matter. I do want to explore this stuff more though.

18) What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

My concern is if you don’t speak the language fluently, then native speakers reading your fic might feel a big disconnect if you get colloquialisms and euphemism etc. incorrect. It could take them out of your fic if its not authentic enough. I don’t speak any other language fluently so it would END BADLY. I can speak and read French VERY POORLY and that’s it so no, I will never write in another language unless its jibberish I invented myself!

19) What was the first fandom you wrote for?

The only fanfic I wrote before SPN last year was a handful of super cracky, gen Gundam Wing fanfiction in high school!! They are on a broken USB stick which kills me I want to read them so badly! All my other creative writing was original fiction mainly horror/thrillers. I stopped when I started my undergrad cause...that shit is a lot of work yo.

20) What's your favorite fic you've written?

My first love is my first baby Well Jung. I love the plot, I love the humour in it, I love the heart, and it’s still some of my fav sex I’ve written. And the title makes me giggle too who doesn’t love a bad pun? I'm so thrilled it was so successful but it would still be my favourite even if 3 people read it. It made me rediscover writing as a hobby and helped me explore this wonderful (yet insane) fandom. I love all my babies and I even think the writing is stronger in other fics, but he will always be #1 in my heart.

OK this was fun I love talking about fic writing! If any of you read my stuff and want to know more, hit me with an ask; I love making new frans! Tagging @oddsocksandstuff @samanddeaninpanties @raidens-realm I think my other writer mutuals have been tagged by Ven!

#ask game #about me #fanfic writing #spn fanfiction #my writing

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washymylifeaway · 3 years

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Haikyuu SakuAtsu fanfic recs: series edition ;)

ALRIGHT LOVES, BUCKLE UP! IM FORCING MYSELF TO FIND MOTIVATION LOL

As I was making that cursed SakuAtsu fanfic rec post (it really is cursed, but it’ll get done eventually cause I do love the SakuAtsu too much, when tho? only god know LOL), I decided that if I’m gonna finish it, imma have to break it up. SO that’s why this is our lovely series edition post LOL. Originally, it WAS writers, tags, series, then single fics BUT I decided to scrap tags and even then I was like it’s too long..... And so, this post materialized LOL (mayhaps writers next? who knows anymore cause I certainly don’t LOL). These are ONLY some of the series that I absolutely adore, and I say some because 1) the tag is literally like 4k fics long and I was on like page 20 something and I have SO many tabs open rn for SakuAtsu, so chances are I missed one or five LOL :’((((( and 2) my ao3 account hasn’t been made yet (should’ve done this a looooooong time ago) and so I don’t have them all saved anywhere :( (these just sound like excuses LMFAO) So these are just the ones I saw and was like OOP I LOVE and then added LOL (and so they’re in no particular order hehe). I also didn’t *** any of them cause they’re all so freakin good and even if you randomly chose one, you will not be disappointed.

As per usual, pls check WARNINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES for series and each individual fic before reading and make sure you’re taking care of yourselves (since mental health is key!) Stay healthy loves <3

I would also be more careful cause there are a lot more TW in these fics than other ships!

Terminal Curiosity by favspacetwink, moonlumie (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! this is one of the BEST series I’ve read for this ship and even though I tend not to read WIP, IT’S WORTH IT! Please read ALL the tags before going into any of the fics in this series because there’s some real spicy stuff that may not be your cup of tea!

your highs and lows by astroeulogy (T,M,E) // this fic made me go on a roller coaster of feels from start to (tentative) finish :))) It’s great and I love it AHHHHH The progression in their relationship is just so ajfkjsf, and I just adore how Atsumu just broke(?) during that first fic and the number of double takes he did, v relatable LOL.

Different Kinds of Dysfunctional by DeathBelle (T,E) // I LOVE the entrance to this fic and how it flowed so well. I think Atsumu is characterized really well throughout this series (I could totally see Atsumu bringing the same thing up over and over again LOL), and his development was done beautifully (You just want to make me say it.,,, Kinda, yeah.). I really freakin love this series so please go ahead and read it don’t be shy hehehe.

we call everything on the ice, "love" by awkwardedgeworth (T) // I LOVE this fic omg,,, it’s in series, but it’s only two fics LOL... Anyway, Notte Stellata is one of my favorite SakuAtsu fics and I have reread it way TOO many times and the fanpage fic IS SO AMAZING (AND FUNNY ASF PLS). I really love ice skating AU’s too so this really made this ‘series’ all the more better <333333

know you better & related stories by theglitterati (T,M,E) // this is definitely one of the best relationship development series I’ve read, I love it so much! It really touches all the bases, and the progression is just SO good. It really is the fic version of the get along shirt, extended edition LOL.

flutterbird (a collection of sakuatsu one-shots) by wordstruck (T,M,E) // this series is such an easy pick up because it’s a bunch of one-shots (esp. if you’re not into smut cause there is some), BUT all of them are def worth a read. Personally, the third one, the sakusa kiyoomi listography, is my favorite (cause imma sucker for Sakusa), but that’s just personal preference hehe :)

Atsumu + Sakusa + The National = ? by isaksara (syailendra) (T,M) // this is another stand alone fic series but with AUs :D I don’t even know like most (ie. all) of the references (LMFAO), but I still read all of them LOL. Again, a personal favorite (without any references LOL) is the second one, famous angels (never come through england), it’s really funny and good and I just love it okay?

Better For Us Both by abrandnewheart (M) // (this was CP from my angst fic rec post LOL tho it is slightly edited cause istg my writing style changes every post LOL) THE MUG FIC. There is a sequel and when I saw it, it took me another week to read it cause I was like,,, am I ready to have my heart break again? No LOL. But the sequel is actually not as angst (but there’s still angst), so if you want to be like semi-broken or whatever, just read the sequel LOL (also it’s Sakusa POV HEHE). It’s so sad and it made me physically hurt every time someone even mentioned mugs afterwards (LOL why am I so dramatic but it’s the truth :///). Go ahead and hurt with me. You should read it even if you don’t like angst because you know what they say, no pain no gain :’)

parallax error: angle of inclination by min_mintobe (T) // okay so technically this ‘isn’t a series’, but it is two fic that are related, and what is that if not A SERIES :DDDDD Anyway, I really love this fic enough that I would find loopholes in my own dang post to recommend it LOL. I really love the service ace bet between Sakusa and Atsumu (I do think it is a superior headcannon (it’s hc right?)) but I also love what’s left unsaid by both in each other’s POVs hehe. If you want to go straight to Sakusa’s POV (cause their different POVs of the same fic), here it is parallax error: line of sight. You can read either first, but I recommend you read both eventually :)

to make any other mistake by honeymilktea (rosevtea) (T) // I, myself, am a very big fan of college Haikyuu (tho idk if it seems like that LOL), and this fic is very much up my alley hehe. I really like the idea that they are both TA’s and that Atsumu would totally bribe Sakusa into fake dating him as well as Sakusa wearing his brightest outfits to spite Atsumu.

How Do You Know? by awkwardedgeworth (T) // these fics are both so funny omg. The google search histories, the trial and error, and just everything in these two fics gives me so much dopamine LOL. There’s one POV for both end of the ship, though their tragedies are slightly different.

the human disaster chronicles by firtree (G,T) // is this another Atsumu gay panic fic? Yes, yes it is and I have absolutely no shame in recommending it hehe. I realllllllly like this fic and Atsumu having a break down cause Sakusa didn’t follow his routine? It is the move. Anyway, pls read this series cause like the title suggests, it really is a disaster (but at least there’s love right? LOL).

I Love You (Though it's Inadvisable) by Anubis_2701 (T) // okay the series itself is a wip (as in only one fic for now LOL), but the fic is so good, I couldn’t leave it off :))))) First, I do love a good soulmate AU and although I’m not a big fan on the body switching AUs, THIS one was SO good!!! It gets really cheesy and fluff at the end, but the beginning of this fic was just so immaculate, that we’re gonna ignore how much the ending made me want to stick my head into a hole (cause it was so FLUFF OMG).

The Germaphobe and the Asshole by metaandpotatoes (T,E) // so this series is also actually a WIP, but it’s okay I only read the first and the last one anyway cause they’re basically stand alone’s LOL. This series focuses a lot on Sakusa’s mysophobia, so if you’re not a fan of the hc, you should prolly pass hehe. TBH, my favorite is the third one, Avoidance Behavior, but that’s mainly cause I really like SunaOsa and I love the brother bond in it!

you are the cause of my euphoria by SugarHighs (T) // ajsfljksadhjkdfk is my first thoughts while reading this series cause ATSUMU WOULD. He would start posting thirst trap pics (which really reminded me of Wonho) in order to prove he was the most good looking member of MSBY. Tho, we do love the clowning of one Sakusa Kiyoomi, as done in the third fic (PLEASE NUMBER 17 AND Cheezel). Even if you can’t get yourself to read the other fics, read the third one, 5 Ways To Tell If The Person You're Dating Is The One, for the free serotonin boost plsplspls.

'basis' - noun. the underlying foundation for an idea or process. by auvelli (T) // like I said, college AU is a great AU, love it. This one, I do love indeed. We do stan having microwaves and mini fridges hehe. I support the ramen endeavors but oatmeal is gross, I said what I said. Anyway, I love the tags in the second fic, so even if you don’t end up reading it, read the tags,,,, they’re funny okay?

and i press you to the pages of my heart by volchitsae (T) // I LOVE THIS ONE, teehee again the college AU makes another appearance LOL. I REALLY love this writer, and this one is so funny but cute at the same time. It’s another two POV fic, but you’ll want to read this one in order hehe. Again, the ending is so FLUFF, that my head wanted to take a visit to the underground BUT ITS OKAY.

affection and acid reflux by volchitsae (T) // so the first fic is ~angst~ but IT GETS BETTER OKAY, happy endings. HAPPY ENDINGS. Anyway, there’s some really cute Sakusa in this one (esp. when he talks to the boy at the village LOVE HIM) and a healthy amount of angst as well. I really like this fic and guess what it is? Say it with me, COLLEGE AU LOL.

how big the hourglass, how deep the sand by volchitsae (E) // did I just recommend the same writer three times in a row? Yup and I think that says something LOL (tbh I like some of their stand alone fics more tho LMFAO but that doesn’t mean these series are bad nononono not at ALL (this sounded sarcastic but that was not the intention LOL)). This one is ~magical~ (v literally) and has some kinky stuff (holy water ftw) in it, so tread carefully :) I would make sure to read the tags before each one because it gets kinda steamy LOL.

^^ if I had to choose between these three, I liked and i press you to the pages of my heart the most just cause the plot was my type LOL. But they’re all good hehe.

a study on you(th) and reverie by sieges (G,T) // this series is such a sad series :( The first two are the only SakuAtsu but the third one is an angst Osamu one so there’s that LOL (and ofc the fourth one is KuniYama (is that their ship name idk)) But the first one is a moving on fic (which I liked) and the second is like basically a fake break up (which I liked more LOL) and both have some nice shares of angst and fluff so choose your battles wisely (or just read both LOL).

Burden of Blame by DeathBelle (E) // CHECK WARINGS, TAGS, and SUMMARIES!!! ah yes, the mafia fic LOL. I REALLY LOVE THIS FIC. I felt so bad for Atsumu the entire fic and yes it is, ATSUMU BEST BOY time. Did I really just recommend this series AGAIN for the THIRD TIME in THREE SEPARATE POSTS? Apparently LMFAO I didn’t even know TBH LOL. I just really like this one,,,,,, okay? But pls Atsumu just here for the ride man cause he BEST BOY. Anyway, if you want to see my other comments of this fic that I forgot I did links here :D (links and here are two separate links to two separate posts LOL).

OKAY so that’s most of the series that I saw and was like gotta put this here LOL. And do you see how long this is (I know I’m missing so many series I like istg when I find them later imma cry or just make another post LOL).... Can you imagine how long my actual fic fic one is LOL (i’m not kidding tho it’s so long I might just do fics with their actual summaries instead of adding my invalid, piss poor reviews :/). Ugh the more I think about it, the more I lose motivation to finish LMFAO, so imma go be no thoughts head empty, but I hope you enjoyed reading these series! I love SakuAtsu SO much, so there’s lots more to come (is that good or bad idek). I know I was kinda lazy on the warnings (my bad), so I hope you all were attentive and made sure to check before reading! Also if there are any errors, send me a message/ask! PLS, they’re v embarrassing LOL. (Also tell me if I forget to cap my I’s bc I do that sometimes and I can’t tell cause of the font LMFAO.) The way my posts get slightly more chaotic every time I post LOL.

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yhwhsdaughter · 4 years

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Reader who has a mighty spike

Not @ me for playing Genshin Impact nonstop instead of doing my WIP 😔

Karasuno

Hinata and Kageyama were having another dispute.

The former had accidentally spiked the ball to the the back of Kageyama’s head—apparently it had happened before, because the setter was scolding him about it. “Kageyama it’s so easy for you to say!”

[Name] was in no way part of the volleyball team; they just liked to attend practice and watch the boys play. They had formed a friendship with several of them so they were never told to leave.

“I don’t see what’s so hard about it.” [Name] offhandedly blurted out whilst chatting with Kiyoko. This did not go unheard by Kageyama, who was already in a bad mood.

“What did you say?”

Behind him, Hinata and a few others waved their hands but [Name] was ballsy, repeating their previous statement without flinching.

“I’d like to see you try it then.” Clearly they had no idea how much work and dedication went into spiking. Even professionals would occasionally mess up.

“Fine.”

The parents of the team attempted to diffuse the situation but [Name] was already marching towards the end of the court.

Removing their sweater and throwing it to the side, they grabbed a ball and positioned themselves. By now, the team had shifted sideways, curious about the outcome.

The first try was a fail, hitting the net. Tsukishima let out a snicker. For someone who talked big, [Name] was only proving The King right.

Kageyama had his arms crossed. [Name] ‘tched’ glancing at him with a pout. “That was a warm up.” He rolled his eyes but said nothing.

Grabbing another ball from the trolley, [Name] bounced it on the floor, taking a moment to breath in. Their gaze focused.

The ball zoomed by in a blink, shocking the members of the team. It was silent for a moment before several of them erupted in cheers, Tanaka and Noya ran toward them. Hinata shined with surprise, wanting to be taught how to hit it so precisely.

Yamaguchi and Hitoka let out sighs of relief, initially pitying them for fear of being clowned. Their admiration for [Name] leveled up after that. Tsukki was quiet, not expecting for them to actually do it.

Kageyama’s eyes widened before scowling lightly. He grumbled “Whatever”

Eventually Daichi reigned them all to practice again, the arguments having died down with that spectacle.

After that, there were days where the team would now force [Name] to help them practice, especially Hinata.

Seijou

To no one’s surprise, Oikawa was overworking himself again.

The team had already tried to work some sense into him but he kept blowing them off. Even for Iwa, it was hard to break their captain out of that state.

They eventually turned to [Name]. As their manager, it was their responsibility to look after the players. Even so, they sighed. It was always a pain whenever Oikawa got like this. His motivation was understandable but he needed a limit.

And that limit was now.

“Hey, quit being so stubborn and take a break.”

“You don’t understand.”

Oikawa was normally v soft towards [Name] as their precious manager but not today. He brushed them off so easily, choosing to continue with his spikes. His missed that one, after a sharp pain shot through his knee. It wasn’t entirely apparent, but [Name] was observant.

Going back to retrieve it, Oikawa didn’t notice [Name] grabbing another ball.

“Like hell I don’t.”

Before he could return, a ball smacked against the wall, missing the pretty setter by a hair. Oikawa turned to see their feet hitting the ground, a stern expression on their face.

Perhaps the only way he could understand was through volleyball.

The other members were like 😮 not expecting their manager to do that. As far as they knew, they never played volleyball??? Sure, they could handle the basics but that spike was monster-like, rivaling that of their captain.

Oikawa was convinced to sit for a while. Next time he didn’t want it to be his head. He’d surely be killed.

[Name] kneeled before him, now gentler. “Let me massage your knee” they said, removing the pad. Oikawa blushed at their actions, apologizing softly about his attitude.

In return, they smiled, “Don’t worry. I think you know next time I’ll break your ankles if you keep acting like this.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“......”

“[Name]-chan???!!”

Shirotorizawa

Even though [Name] was Ushijima’s partner, the team didn’t know much about them.

They were on the quiet side, attending their practices to observe since Ushijima would walk them home. Sometimes the team even forgot they were there.

One day, Tendou thought it wouldn’t hurt to ask. It was break time anyway. Approaching them, he inquired if they could play volleyball. [Name] was a bit surprised by his question but answered that they vaguely knew how to spike, which instigated the guess monster into asking them to demonstrate.

Some of the younger members looked at Ushijima; he seemed unconcerned but was on the look out in case [Name] felt too uncomfortable. Drinking from his water he watched as his s/o shyly approached the court.

To be honest, the expectations weren’t that high. [Name] didn’t practice any sports and just because they were dating their captain didn’t mean they knew how to—

Their jaws nearly dropped to the floor at the sound of the ball smacking the floor. Did it deflate??? How could someone who had no use for spiking be so good at it???? What a powerful hit???

Well, they certainly learned something new about [Name] that day.

Nekoma

[Name] was tired of waiting.

They had planned to play a new game with Kenma but he was still practicing even though it was supposed to be cancelled because coach Nekomata had a meeting.

Nevertheless, here they all were. Kuroo was being specially strict, wanting to win their game with Karasuno.

Kenma had tried to skip but the rooster haired captain literally dragged his ass back to the gym. [Name] stared as they practiced spiking. They began to whine about it, not so quietly either.

Tired of their antics, Kuroo finally approached them. “What will it take for you to shut up?”

[Name] grinned. They definitely had a trick up their sleeve. “Make a bet with me. If I win, you let Kenma go early. If I lose, he stays.”

He mulled it over. “Okay, but you have to break past one of my blocks.”

“WHAT?!”

Blocks were his strength. He was literally a middle blocker. Kuroo certainly lived to his title as ‘Scheming Captain’

Kuroo had a smug expression. “Take it or leave it, kitten.”

💢 oh it was on!

With fire lit inside them, [Name] marched towards the court. Kenma stared at them as if they were an idiot. “You don’t know a thing about volleyball”

[Name] waved him again. “I’ve seen you do it a hundred times, it’ll be fine. Pack your shit so we can goooo.”

Kenma muttered something along the lines of “that’s not how it works” but got off the court as Kuroo was joined [Name].

They bounced the ball harshly against the ground before clutching it with a grin on their face. “Prepare to have your arms broken Kuroo. Maybe you’ll think twice about calling me kitten you rooster headass—”

Before they could continue, Yaku broke their snarky comments.

Throwing the ball up in the air, [Name]’s eyes never left it. Kuroo, though he knew they didn’t play volleyball, still didn’t let his guard down. Though [Name] was cocky, he didn’t wanna underestimate them and lose.

The force that they utilized to hit the ball was enough to break a few fingers, it flew past Kuroo and smashed the floor. The sound of it was terrifying.

Kuroo was surprised, not expecting such a violent yet potent spike. I guess it wasn’t a joke when they said they’d break his arms.

He prepared to congratulate [Name] when—

“Out”

They groaned in defeat, cheeks puffed out in frustration.

Kenma: I told you

[Name]: shut up, the bet was that you could go early. I’m not a member so I’m free to go loser 🤪 see ya!

Needless to say, Kuroo may have won but he would keep a close eye on [Name]

#haikyuu #reader insert #x reader #writing #hq x reader #hq #hq x you #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #Karasuno #shirotorizawa #nekoma #seijou

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antivan-beau · 3 years

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Quite awhile back, I was tagged by @dragonologist-phd in a fic writing ask meme! Thanks so much for thinking of me <3

I tagged some people further down in this post, so consider yourself tagged if you’re seeing this notification now! Also if you’re seeing this on your dash and want to do this, sincerely just go for it, toot your own horn.

How many works do you have on AO3?

Sixteen works, including two fics for the 2021 Black Emporium rare pair exchange that were just made un-anonymous ;D

What’s your total AO3 words count?

Holy shit, somehow recently hit over 100k? 100,909 words.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. Elder City - Extremely proud of this Zevran & Morrigan character study, not gonna lie.

4. Across a Crow'ded Room - Crowt3 longfic my beloved.

3. Break A Sweat - I’m happy this has so many kudos, since it’s Gen! A fic focused on the Locked Tomb siblings Ianthe and Coronabeth, written for an exchange.

2. Undone by Teeth or Temper - It is porn, so I’m not surprised by its high view count, but it is a femslash rare pair including a pretty widely disliked character, so I have to admit I’m pleased by the high views/kudos ratio.

1. Stupendous Work of a Titty Nature - I got in on the ground floor of the Locked Tomb fandom (pre-ordered GtN because I was a fan of the author’s previous work) and this was one of the earliest fics on AO3 for the series. Also it is silly teenage Gideon/Harrow shenanigans, so I see why people like it.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Always! It amazes me when people take the time to comment on my stories, so I like to say thanks and start a conversation if I can :)

Also I met my literal, irl girlfriend through AO3 comments, so ~you never know~

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Considering I love to read angst, I haven’t written much of it. Arguably Test of Faith, which needs a second chapter one day.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending?

Not that many people out there read Discworld fanfic, but No Rest for the Witches, Granny Weatherwax’s Very Stressful Day, is extremely wholesome.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what is the craziest one you’ve ever written?

Crossovers aren’t my thing.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

I live in fear of being cancelled for romanticizing shitty relationships via my Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen stories, but nope, no hate yet. Just for the record: I think their relationship is bad, tragic, and should not be emulated in any form. I am against girlfriend murder!! Also, I think their pain is entertaining and aspects of their story have the potential to be very funny.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I’ve written a modest amount of smut. My only smut fic to ever see the light of day so far is Undone by Teeth or Temper, though.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Thank goodness, no.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope. Hmu if you want to, though!

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not officially. But several fics have been brainstormed by me and other people, like many of the jokes in A Little Light Reading were thought up in a conversation with @aubergion, @rlainarin, and @m-m-m-myysurana. And @snarky-warden has to hear every single crowt3 thought that enters my head, so she should get some co-credit for those, as well as giving me ideas for the very charming Zevran/Shianni fic I wrote for 2021 Black Emporium.

What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Zevwarden, of course. Zevran/Rinna/Taliesen comes second. Third is “every other conceivable relationship involving two or more dragon age women.”

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

I’m a clown who sincerely thinks they will finish all their WIPs one day.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m good at consistent character voice, and dialogue overall. It’s very flattering when people say they like my plots and stories, because I work hard at those, but I have a long way to go.

What are your writing weaknesses?

I love a good sword fight but I hate writing sword fights. My greatest weakness, however, is when a character has to stand up from a chair and walk from one place to another. Why is getting characters from place to place so vexing??

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Unpopular opinion but, personally I usually find it cringey. Just say, “She said, in Elvish,” or whatever. I also don’t like using real-world languages as stand-ins for fictional foreign languages. (e.g. French for Orlesian, or Italian for Antivan.) (I do this in my own fic, though, so I am a hypocrite.)

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

Uhh technically it may have been Neopets?? But if you count “something I wrote that I mentally classified as fan fiction while I was writing it” I think it would be R.A. Salvatore’s Drizzt books. RIP 2 me.

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written?

Across a Crow'ded Room <3 What a wild display of hubris and ambition to decide I could write complicated longfic when I had literally never written anything longer than about 1000 words. Still going to finish it, though!

#ask meme #tag meme

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tozierrichard · 4 years

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Reddie Fanfic Masterlist

the amazing works that have changed my life (also using this to organize myself)

tear it with your teeth by belby | 32.1k

"We could leave this place, Eddie," Richie says. "God, imagine that? Not having to live in this trash dump anymore. We could go wherever we wanted. A different place every night."

notes: reddie from ages 15-18. this one hurts (but it’s incredibly beautiful)

It's Not My Fault! by shanisafan | 92.7k

“I want to be there for you when things get hard just as I know you will be there for me. Ben wrote his poem by me talking about how much I think I’m not good enough for you.”

“Richie -“ Eddie squeezed the other boy’s hands.

“I’m serious Eddie. I’m not. I’m selfish to take someone off the market who is as great as you. So I want to thank you for everything. Here’s to you and whatever happens next.”

notes: read this for the characterization wow! perfect amount of fluff and angst

Lovesong Series by WaxAgent | 164.9k

They're all connected, sure, but nothing comes close to the iron bonds between Richie Tozier and Eddie Kaspbrak; they have their ups and their downs, but they always have each other. A look at their lives from leaving Derry to being dragged back by a promise than both of them had long forgotten.

notes: this work has not been updated since 2018 but it is incredibly amazing, mind blowing and i just wanna cry and talk about it with someone, please suffer with me

the years go by like days by georgiestauffenberg |121.9k

It’s Eddie he wants to get a hold of, though, and he does, tucking him under his arm, and ruffling his hair, making him laugh. He’s startled when Eddie looks at him with such happy, shining eyes. And, for a split-second, he’s tempted to kiss him right then, right there in front of everyone.

He wants to. Badly. He doesn’t.

He leans in, instead, and he smacks a loud, wet kiss to Eddie’s cheek, punctuating it with a “mwah!” He does it again and again. “I’m so proud of my little Eds Spagheds!”

“Get off me!” Eddie says, laughing and shoving him away, swatting at his hands.

AU. in the 27 years in-between, Richie and Eddie forget a lot, but they don't forget each other.

notes: THE reddie fic

in the heat of the summer (you're so different from the rest) by kaboomslang | 109.5k

There’s a heatwave in L.A., the first time Richie sees Eddie naked.

One very hot year in the life of two idiots in love, working shit out.

notes: the author’s Meticulous with a capital M. one of my favorite characterizations of richie! and the love confessions are lovely!!

not exactly where i need to be (and yet it seems so close) by varnes | 49.3k

Richie runs all the way to Eddie’s. He has a bike but he can’t remember, just now, where he put it. Everything feels real, feels — the gravel hurt his shoeless feet, his lungs burn when he gets tired, there’s a cut on his chin that aches a little. It feels real but things always felt real, with It.

You can’t trust how you feel or what you see. That’s the core of the terror of It. That everything is real and nothing is real and all of it can kill you.

Richie clambers up the drainage pipe and shoves open Eddie’s window. He’s afraid to look. He’s afraid of what It has prepared for him.

But it’s nothing. It’s just Eddie, small, young, cast still on his arm. He’s curled up on his side and is using the cast as the world’s worst pillow.

“Holy shitballs what the fucking shit,” breathes Richie, lunging forward to fling himself on top of Eddie’s sleeping form. “Don’t scream, don’t scream, hey — Eddie! Eddie, shut the fuck up, you’re going to wake your mom, it’s me! It’s me.”

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OR: Richard Tozier goes to sleep on a plane in 2016, and wakes up in 1989.

notes: time travel AU, i’d sell my soul to the devil if it meant getting to read this for the first time again ahhhhh

as the ghost begins to bleed by ShowMeAHero | 208.3k

Richie refuses to let Eddie stay dead. When he says he'll do anything to get Eddie back, he means anything.

notes: THE canon fix-it au

maybe i’m breaking up with myself by Anonymous | 59.3k

Underneath Derry, Richie Tozier is caught in the Deadlights. At that moment, across the country in the thick summer heat of Los Angeles, Henley Tozier passes out cold.

Three minutes pass, and Eddie Kaspbrak is impaled through the chest. At that exact same time, Atticus Kaspbrak clutches at his stomach, where a knife-sharp inexplicable pain is blooming.

notes: eddie has a son and richie has a daughter. a fix-it & everyone lives au, with the CUTEST children the losers could have. love love love

Skeleton Key to My Heart by Amuly | 31.2k

After they kill that fucking clown, Richie is left with a broken arm, a list of bad baseball comedy jokes, and one beautiful, dedicated nurse by the name of Eddie Kaspbrak. But then Richie's manager Steve rushes to his side, and Richie's seeing double as the two most important men in Richie's life square off to see who can Handle Richie Tozier's Shit the best. Which isn't a bad problem to have, in Richie's book--he just wishes they could figure out how to get along.

notes: i love the reddie dynamic in this. i enjoyed reading this so much!!!!

WIP

currently reading these

Baby, I'm Counting On You by PuddingTown | 109.7k

When Richie Tozier breezes back into his hometown of Derry, Maine, he’s expecting to see familiar faces. Of course, he’s not expecting to see an old flame chasing around a baby. With a million questions, nowhere to go, and a help wanted ad for a nannying job, he finds himself at the doorstep of Eddie Kaspbrak.

notes: i’ve loved domestic reddie but it’s also angsty. this is (re)self-discovery by richie tozier

ribs by mikeshanlon | 93.9k

Almost every time the lights turn off and they cram in the shitty twin bed, Richie seems to become a different person. Maybe not different, per say, but the stupid jokes and teasing die down, the guard of nonchalance dropping. Eddie feels lucky to see this side of Richie, soft and caring-- vulnerable. It’s not like he hates the other side of Richie, he secretly enjoys their constant banter and his dumb jokes. No, it’s that this side is rare, and it’s something beautiful. Here, safe in the soft flannel sheets, it feels like they are the only two souls for miles, and they can be themselves, and that is terrifying and reassuring all at once.

“I’m gonna miss this. When we go off to college,” Richie admits, the weight behind his words telling Eddie he felt the same about their shared nights.

“Yeah,” Eddie agrees softly, “Me too.”

notes: the losers’ senior year. this has made me laugh pretty hard and cry just as much. makes me nostalgic but in the best way. go give it the love it deserves

Running up that hill by speakslow | 59.6k

When Eddie Kaspbrak's mother gets remarried, she sends him off to Catholic boarding school. Will it be exactly what he pictures: same old prison, new location? Or will it be something else entirely?

my oh my god they were roommates story, loosely inspired by Dead Poets Society (but it's set in the fall of 1992)

notes: the last update was this past week so i read the entire thing again and oh my god let me hug everyone. all the losers are pretty prominent in this and i love that. lowkey enemies to friends to lovers?

#PLEASE read the tags before reading and an!!! that's always important #i wanna say some fics have side stenbrough #reddie #reddie fics #fic recs #richie tozier #eddie kraspbak #it 2017 #it 2019 #it movies #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #mike hanlon #stanley uris #bill denbrough #it chapter 2 #fic rec

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babyybitchhh · 3 years

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Announcement

Alrighty, then. This post has been a long time coming so lets get right into it.

After much deliberation, I've decided not to push the self destruct button. I thought about it. Oh, when I say I was SO damn close to deleting this entire blog and all my fics right along with it. I'm frustrated and angry with myself, and I can't exactly say I'm doing well atm, but I know when things start to get better I'll want to write again, in earnest, and then I'd have to start over from scratch. Egg all over my face. Clown shit. We don't know her.

BUT. I think its clear to any and all that this is not working. It's just not. I expect too much of myself, for starters. And when it feels like others expect a certain level of performance from me that I just can't nail consistently due to my own ineptitude, my brain powers off. Is it some kind of executive dysfunction? Is it a fear of failing? A fear of success? Plain old anxiety? Who knows! I certainly don't. Whatever it is, it's hanging over my head like a guillotine. I'm beyond stressed and barely staying afloat irl, but then when I turn towards what should be a fun and therapeutic outlet all I see are expectations.

"When will you post the next chapter" on works that I WANT to finish but yet fear putting out a subpar product for and disappointing people.

"Will you write a follow up piece" for works that I WANT to expand on but don't know how to in a way that will make everyone else happy, let alone myself.

"Are you working on my request" for WIPs I have partially drafted and yet no way of knowing if that person - or anyone! - will even enjoy it.

I honestly feel guilty working on my own ideas instead of the multiple prompts in my inbox. I'm pretty sure that's part of my malfunction with my Ogun fic and others like it that are close to being done but remain unfinished simply because I'm thinking about what everyone else wants. It'd be one thing if I could just churn out content without a second thought but I can't. Like, it genuinely upsets me thinking that people are stuck in limbo waiting because I'm too chicken shit to just go with the flow instead of obsessing over every single line of text to the point of nausea, all for the sake of putting out "quality" content. I feel bad. I want to enjoy the writing process again, just like I did when I first got back into it with OsoSan. I shouldn't have started taking requests if I wasn't going to deliver, I know, and I sincerely apologize for my lack of foresight but it is what it is. I can't change the past. But what I CAN do is start fresh. So, long story short, there are going to be some changes coming to this blog.

A total revamp. I'm going to do an overhaul on the whole thing so don't be surprised when it starts to look different. I'm going to work primarily on navigation and organization, and try to tidy up a bit.

I'm turning off anon. Both because people looking to have a go with writers aren't so brave when that's no longer an option and also because I want to get as far away from those expectations as possible. I wont be reading or responding to comments on AO3 anymore for that same reason. I love you guys, and you're more than welcome to talk to me in DM's if you're more comfortable that way, but the long list of asks wanting to know wtf I'm doing in my spare time if not writing this or that is doing more harm than good.

I'm getting rid of the requests page and also purging any that I haven't already started working on - hopefully once I get into a better groove I'll actually be able to finish them, because I genuinely would like to. I really am sorry to everyone who's been waiting for their request to be fulfilled but I'm clearly not talented or confident enough to juggle my own ideas with someone else's. Maybe at some point in the future, when I'm a better writer, I'll start taking them again and we can all be happy.

And finally, I'm going to start experimenting with my writing method. As in, you're probably going to see shorter, less obsessively curated pieces popping up on my page that may not always be sexual in nature. I just really need to buckle down and work on this - all of it - and I'm determined to improve my skills even if it kills me. I have the urge to write every single day but it's hard when I'm the way I am and I've backed myself into a corner like this. I need to learn how to stop overthinking everything and just DO it. I know my productivity would increase and, with it, so would the overall quality of my work so I'm going to be focusing on different areas that need improvement. Not everything I put out will be good but that's part of the process, right? Right.

I totally understand if I lose followers for any of the above reasons, or even just personal ones, so don't hesitate to do so if you feel like you can't jive with this blog anymore. I appreciate you taking the time to read all this and I hope you understand my reasons for needing to do a reset on this page. This is exactly why I didn't want to start taking commissions and I would once again like to apologize to anyone I've let down.

P.S. I've had this distinct feeling that certain people in the writing community are not happy with me for a while now and although I'm not entirely sure what I've done wrong, I would still like to issue a formal apology for any toes I might have stepped on. That was never my intention. I can't claim to be a saint by any stretch of the imagination, but I have no ill will towards anyone. If its about the patreon I subscribed to and then left a month later, it had nothing to do with the author in question. I just belatedly realized I had more money coming out of my account than I could handle at the time and yes that weighs heavy on my shoulders. If its about the way I suddenly disappear in private chats, that's also something that shouldn't be taken personally. I genuinely have a hard time keeping up conversations with people, and I feel like a bother more often than not. If it's about the discords I join and then never participate in, see the above. If its about the way I fangirl or enthusiastically support some writers but not others, I never meant any harm by it. I just can't conceivably read everything that comes across my dash and, yes, my favorites are prioritized. Either way, whatever the grievances may be, anon will remain on until I start the revamp process some time tomorrow night so if whoever wants to air out their problems go for it. I probably wont post them but I will read them and try to learn from them, so have at it.

#small text so as to not take up so much room on people's dashes #personal #dumb bitch shit #I've already added a carrd to my bio so its easier to locate my age and such #I'd like to do a bit more with it but its late so : /#anyway I hope everyone's having a fine evening

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brokentoys · 3 years

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Maybe I won’t spoil everything in my comic, but I will say more about the baddies Eddie goes against! Some of which are reoccurring!

Puzzler, False Face, Sphinx, Edison Alarie (the Cult Leader) and (technically) Query/Diedre are all y’all already know about. So, I won’t really include them in this post unless asked.

Hillbilly Millie: Real name, Millie Showerman. She’s a wanted criminal in Kentucky for armed robberies and murders. Millie never really intended murder, mostly it was just a result out of her armed robberies. She was raised without parents or siblings, and by her grandfather, who ALWAYS expressed disapproval toward her because of her wild behavior. Millie took to robberies because of her desire for a wild lifestyle, and having grown up somewhat poor in a farm with her grandfather. Because of her grandfather’s constant disapproval of her, Millie deals with severe confidence issues. To the point she doesn’t even want to be to Millie. That’s when she found out about the reformed Eddie Nigma. She was inspired that a criminal like her was able to reform and become a better person. Something her grandfather would’ve been proud of. But Millie knew Millie wasn’t capable of becoming a better person, but Eddie clearly was. Therefore, she moved to Gotham in order to kidnap and skin Eddie, and proceed to wear his skin. So she is no longer Millie, but instead Eddie. Because of her origins from Kentucky, and her very, VERY thick accent, she is nicknamed Hillbilly Millie by the media.

The Mime: Not to be mistaken by the other mimes from DC. This Mime has nothing to do with them. I haven’t thought of a name for him yet, except his first name will be Joseph. Joseph comes from a line of MIMES. He was also an only child, and raised by his father alone (because the mother couldn’t bear his father’s obsessive mime lifestyle.) Joseph’s father was so obsessed with being an authentic mime, that he raised his son AWAY from other people, and only taught Joseph the way of the mimes. As a result of this, and his father not talking, Joseph literally never learned how to talk (or read.) Joseph’s family has a secret formula which can turn any object (or anyone) invisible. To be more impressive with their mime skills. (Such as the ability to climb up invisible ladders. Even though, this is technically cheating.) Joseph, however, was born in the wrong generation. All of Gotham felt less inclined to see his performances due to his clown like appearance. Reminded them too much of Joker, and the other bad clowns of Gotham. But he wasn’t a clown, dammit! He was a mime! Because of this, the Mime turned to a life of crime in order to get attention. His main weapon is an invisible bazooka, which he uses to blow up a portion of Eddie’s apartment.

The Wasp Queen: She’s still a HUGE work in progress. But I really like the concept of making a character who’s like part wasps. Just ‘cos wasps are cool, but they freak me the fuck out. Wasp Queen is highly modeled after emerald wasps. Because of this, Wasp Queen has the ability to “brainwash” people with her own venom. But instead of having a stinger on her behind like wasps do, I imagine her sharp fingernails act as them instead. She can stab people and inject this venom into their bloodstream, causing them to practically become her “zombies.” (However, the venom CAN wear off... given Wasp Queen doesn’t kill them once she gets bored of them.) The Wasp Queen also has multiple brains throughout her body. Microbrains. So. uh. Yeah, if she gets decapitated... she can still live. As long as she medically reattaches her head, so that she can eat again. I haven’t figured out how Wasp Queen came to be. I was thinking she’s a doctor and was experimenting on herself. Buuut, I thought that was too similar to Ivy and ManBat. Wasp Queen can also control other bugs in general (like how Ratcatcher can control rats, or how Ivy can control plants.) Which Wasp Queen uses to terrorize Gotham, and literally kill victims by having hundreds of wasps at one time sting her victims.

Empty Man: His name’s still a WIP, and I don’t have a real name for him yet. Even “Empty Man” is a placeholder name. But unlike Wasp Queen, I do have a story for him and how he came to be. Empty Man is a man who’s been invisible for as long as he remembered. He doesn’t know WHY he is, he doesn’t know HOW. Nobody would pay attention to him no matter how much he tried to interact with them. Empty Man grew to believe he must be a ghost. Until one day, one woman somehow could see and talk with him. The couple eventually fell in love with each other. However, his girlfriend still couldn’t touch him. In an attempt to touch him, Empty Man and her came to the theory that he is indeed dead, and that if she was dead, she would be a ghost with him. And so, she kills herself. Except... this resulted in nothing. His girlfriend never popped up as a ghost, she was just... dead. Feeling guilty about this, Empty man soon also grew angry and envious of other men who did have girlfriends. So, he soon began going around killing taken women and making it appear as suicides. Because of these sudden frequent suicides of taken women, Eddie and the media began to suspect there must be something more to it.

Stephanie Bustee: A rich, blonde woman with HUGE KNOCKERS who operates many bread factories. She threatens to destroy what little woods Gotham has left so that she can build MORE bread factories. Ivy, who obviously doesn’t fucking approve of this, goes to Eddie for help in taking down Ms. Bustee.

I have some more, but these are the most interesting ones I thought of so far. Though, Eddie will also sometimes run into other, official rogues (such as King Tut, and Hush.) And well as... I’ll probably repurpose more from the ‘66 series! If I think of more, I’ll make a new post for it!

#( 🧩 ✧ TWISTED LITTLE LOONEY ✧ | ABOUT )#suicide //#bugs //

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tirednotflirting · 4 years

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i'm all butterflies (i'm sky-high for you)

just found this lil thing in my wips and i’ve decided (like two months after not thinking about it) that i actually like it.

title from feels like this by maisie peters

read here on ao3

It’s too early to be thinking like this, Ashton keeps telling himself. He can’t be thinking like this so soon. It’s asking for complete and total disaster, for running back up and checking to see if you lit the fuse on the firecracker kind of disaster. It feels terrifying but it’s the kind of feeling he’s found himself craving as of late.

Some 20 or so feet away he can Luke smiling brightly as he tells a story, his hand not holding a glass of wine waving through the air, those in the little circle around him laughing like he’s telling them the funniest thing they’ve ever heard. Luke tends to do that, he can capture the heart and attention of anyone around him in seconds with his bright smile and wide blue eyes. He makes coming to these kinds of things easier. And not just because Ashton suddenly has someone to smile beside rather than forcing himself back into the role of the class clown. He wants to listen to and look at Luke just as much as everyone else in the room.

He had been hesitant to ask Luke to join him for the several weddings and showers he had been invited to that summer. This thing between them was still new. It was intimidating to ask a new love to attend one wedding let alone five in the span of two months. But when Luke had come back to Ashton’s after a movie for a coffee and a finish to their never ending conversation, he had seen the save the dates on the fridge and practically begged Ashton to take him along as a plus one. Helped search through registries and everything. When Ashton had teasingly asked about his interest in attending so many celebrations of love, Luke had only smiled lazily and spewed a few wine drunk poetic lines about love that had Ashton diving across the couch to press their lips together and fit his fingers in the spaces betweens Luke’s.

The summer of weddings had been fun. They had danced and sang and drank their way through May and June, giggling through cheesy slow dances after too many spritzes and shared blushed looks when reaching for sweaty hands during vows that hit just a little too close to home. This was so so new, Ashton kept reminding himself every time Luke would finish his sentences when speaking to old high school friends or when he would wrap his arms around his middle once returning from the bar with another glass of wine, blue eyes meeting his own hazel before a kiss was pressed to the tip of his nose in thanks.

In his earlier twenties, weddings had been a bore for Ashton, even when he managed to find someone else going stag to spend time with, he still felt very on his own. Which he always justified to be as okay; it was a celebration of the love between two other people, he didn’t need to be trying to force that emotion into his own life. But then a bubbly blonde quite literally tripped his way over his own legs in a coffee shop and into Ashton’s life and suddenly the idea of navigating any part of life without him, even after just under four months, made no sense at all to Ashton.

They’re at an adoption party now. The summer of weddings was over though Luke had a countdown on his phone to the winter destination wedding Ashton’s friend from his cohort was having in December. It was early September so classes had started up again but no one was really too thick into the courses they were teaching to have an excuse not to attend the celebration for Michael and Calum’s little one that had just arrived into their life. How anyone had the time for babies during graduate school was beyond him, but Ashton was over the moon to see his friends so happy.

His focus returns to Luke then, his story obviously coming to a close now as Kaylee, one of Ashton’s past colleagues in the lab, sets a hand to his arm and smiles up at him as Luke nods, his focus settled intently on the shorter girl. Luke laughs brightly then and nods and before he knows it, both of their faces turn to where Ashton sits at a baby yellow draped table. Ashton feels a blush creep up to his cheeks as he tries to playfully roll his eyes as he gets up to meet the small group.

“What are you kids getting up to over here, huh?” Ashton jokes as he lets a hand drop to the bottom of Luke’s back, not missing his way he leans just slightly into the touch.

“I was just telling Kaylee about how much of a zombie you turned into last month the week those grant proposals were due,” Luke smiles as he leans over just the slightest bit to press a kiss to Ashton’s temple. “And she was telling me the story of when you slept in a sleeping bag in the lab when testing those catalysts during your rotations. Said it looked like you were having a bit of a slumber party.”

“Oh come on,” Ashton scoffs with a laugh. “If Henderson had just had the guts to ask that post-doc to split the measurements with me this wouldn’t have been a problem! God, I was barely a person that semester.”

Kaylee shakes her head, excusing herself from the conversation to go grab herself a drink. Luke smiles his goodbye, thanking her for the conversation, before turning to face Ashton, his arms moving to drape over his shoulders. He lets his glass of white wine dangle somewhat precariously between his fingers as he pulls Ashton closer in, the other boy’s arms moving to wrap around his waist. “Feel weird yet that you’re going to be a whole Dr Irwin in a few months?

Ashton hums at the feeling of Luke brushing his fingers through the curls at the back of his neck. “Probably won’t feel real until I’m handed the diploma. Or when a student shows up scared at my office hours and says it for the first time.”

“You’re ridiculous.” “I don’t know,” Ashton smirks up at his boy. “You ready to hear Dr Hemmings yet?”

Luke lifts the hand that holds his glass of wine and waves it around at nothing while smiling at Ashton’s playful tone. “It’s different for musicians. We always call each other by first names. Nothing like this nonsense you guys have over in science. Too stuffy.”

Ashton raises a brow at the comment. “I’m stuffy?”

“Oh hush,” Luke shakes his head with a pout. “You know you’re not like most of them. You’re special to me in every definition of the word. Come on, I want to meet Aleena.”

Ashton lets Luke reach down for his hand, their fingers tangling together as he pulls them in the direction of the table where Michael and Calum sit, a tiny bundle tucked against Calum’s chest while they speak with their mothers. Calum seems to be doing much more of the talking while Michael smiles softly at the baby in his husband’s arms, his finger tucked inside her tiny fist.

“Hi boys,” Calum greets them warmly as they approach while the mothers wander off toward the tables of food set up on the opposite end of the lawn. The signs of parenthood already show on the couple, their eyes just a little bit more tired than a typical graduate student. Calum rubs his hand against the back of the tiny human tucked against him, his upper half gently swaying back and forth some.

“Congratulations, guys, happy she’s finally here,” Ashton smiles warmly as Michael tucks an arm around him to pull him briefly into his side. The three of them had started their program together what felt like a lifetime ago. Ashton had felt a particular joy getting to watch the couple come together and start their own family.

“You know I was thinking about it the other day,” Michael muses as he steps around Ashton to greet Luke in a similar fashion. “And all of the paperwork combined probably weighed more than our child does. It’s mad.”

“To be fair, Mike, babies are small,” Ashton laughs. He turns then to see Calum handing over the tiny bundle to a now sitting Luke, softly instructing how to support Baby Aleena while he adjusts the fleecy blanket around her tiny frame. From where he stands, Ashton can see the baby is fast asleep and his eyes glitter at the way Luke looks down at her.

He feels something akin to a fight or flight response as he carries on the conversation with his two friends, discussing their projects and what the start of the semester has looked like for him. He can’t help the way he tucks himself a bit closer to where Luke sits, letting the blonde lean his head against his hip while a hand moves to fix the collar of his shirt. More than once does Ashton catch a knowing look from Calum.

Eventually Aleena starts whining some, her nap seemingly over and her confusion at the number of people around her evident. Luke gently hands the baby back up to Michael and the couples part ways, the new parents heading in the direction of the backdoor into their house. Luke stands then, his hands dropping to Ashton’s shoulders as he presses a kiss to his forehead.

“Gonna grab another one of those lemonades, you want anything?”

Ashton shakes his head, one of his own hands lifting to cover Luke’s on his left shoulder, his thumb running over his knuckles. “I’m good for now. Thanks, love,” he stops his thumb for a moment and moves to better hold his hand. “Hey, I’m glad you’re here. Like, with me.”

Luke lifts Ashton’s hand that had been holding his own up to his lips and pressed a kiss to his knuckles as he smiles dazedly. “Happy I’m with you too, Ash.” There’s something just a bit more ambiguous in the way he responds but Ashton isn’t given a chance to question him before Luke turns and heads in the direction of the drink table.

Ashton gets pulled into a different conversation then, getting asked about how his writing is going and the new project he’s started his undergraduate assistants on. He knows it's rude but he can’t help the way that he keeps looking to find where Luke has gotten up to in between his responses to questions. He finds it so curious how his eyes are instantly drawn to the tall, smiling blonde regardless of where he’s made his way to around the room. He considers for a moment if it’s just the more definable physical characteristics of his boyfriend that make the search easier on his eyes but as he catches Luke tossing over a quick wink, Ashton’s heart fluttering some at the action, he knows then that it’s something different.

It’s the ease in the way their love fits into Ashton’s life and the warmth he felt watching Luke hold his friends’ daughter. It’s the gentle touches and the way Ashton can hear Luke’s laugh the second it leaves his lips regardless of where he is in a room full of people without a moment of hesitation. It’s love, he thinks. And though it's still so early, Ashton finds himself thinking that that kind of love is something he could get used to.

#lashton #lashton fic #with some side malum bc come on #maisie series #...yeah im fucking doing it #i have another one also chilling in a doc but i requires more work than this so we gotta wait on that one + it's like sad #writing

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cake-writes · 5 years

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Compromise (Part One)

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Chapter Warnings: Mom!Reader, Dad!Bucky, Ex-Relationship, Co-Parenting Drama, Angst, Fluff

Summary: You didn’t want to trust him again, because every time you did, Bucky broke your heart just a little more. Deep down, though, you wanted to get along with him. You wanted to be amicable. You wanted your daughter to know her father. You’d always wanted that. It just required a compromise.

I really don’t need to be working on yet another WIP but here I am, like a clown!

It all started with some of the best sex you’d ever had in your life. You know the kind: rough and desperate. Needy. Passionate. The kind straight out of a romance novel, blazing hot and full of love. The kind that, even four years later, served as inspiration for your fantasies – even if you despised the man responsible.

No, that was a lie. You didn’t despise him. You just wished that you did.

It made your toes curl then, and the memory of it still did, even now. The only difference was that you used a toy. That was all you could do, because in between your job managing a small café and your three-year-old daughter’s care, you had zero time for dating. You were Winnie’s mother and primary caregiver, because of course you were.

Her father was the Winter Soldier, after all.

The two of you split when Winnie was just thirteen months old. Unsurprisingly, the court didn’t give Bucky custody, not when so much of his past was bound by red tape. You knew that it wasn’t his fault, the things he’d done, but you were still surprised he’d gotten anything at all. Not only was Avenging a dangerous line of work, but it was the exact reason why you’d left.

He only got to see her once a month, with supervised visits – visits that were much harder on you than on your daughter, but you put on a brave face just for her. Maybe some small part of it was for yourself, too. You were still in love with him – or with the idea of him, you weren’t sure anymore, but the fact remained that he chose his work over his new family out of some misguided idea of making up for the awful things he’d done.

He chose Steve. He chose Sam. He chose his past over his present.

Not you.

The visits were difficult, but manageable – when he even managed to show up, of course. It was about fifty-fifty whether or not he’d show, usually because of work and he often tried to reschedule last minute, which you eventually started to refuse. You and Winnie had a set schedule, and you’d be damned if you deviated from it because of him and his neverending excuses.

You did try, once. You tried to work with him, tried to empathize – at least until he rescheduled three Saturdays in a row and Winnie’s poor little heart shattered to pieces. She was inconsolable for weeks, and needless to say, you stopped trying after that. He didn’t deserve it, not when he hurt your young daughter so easily.

Your usual meet-up place was the small park near your house. There wasn’t much else around, anyway, not like inner city Manhattan which you so desperately missed. You couldn’t afford to live there on your meagre barista salary, so you moved shortly after your trainwreck of a break-up. Moving caused an even bigger rift between you and Bucky, one only worsened by heated arguments and nasty words.

Upstate was where you moved, about three hours away from the city.

Upstate was where Bucky was living now, too, about fifteen minutes from your home.

He broke the news during an impromptu lunchtime visit to your café, one you especially did not appreciate due to the fact that he’d shown up at your workplace. It was almost like he’d known you wouldn’t be able to leave, as you so often did when he tried to talk to you about anything. You always put on a smile for your daughter when you dealt with him, but she wasn’t here and you had no reason to be nice.

The mug in front of you sat untouched as you stared down at the coffee within, delicate latte art slowly melting away while you processed what he’d just said. He was going to be just a few miles down the road at the new Avengers facility, and though he didn’t say it outright, the implication was enough: he could come here anytime he wanted to; could pick Winnie up from preschool anytime he wanted to; could see her anytime he wanted to, court order be damned.

You’d been reduced to nothing more than a barrier keeping him away from his daughter – your daughter – and it stung. Then again, that was what you’d become. That was what you’d been forced to become, because of him.

A barrier.

A bitch.

“I want to see her more,” he told you, but his cordial tone did nothing to hide the thinly-veiled threat. “It’s been years since the last agreement. Things are different now.”

Don’t make me get a lawyer was what he meant.

What’s worse was that you knew he was right. He’d been cleared of all charges, and although his work wasn’t exactly ideal for childrearing, he earned much more money than you did. Not only that, but with the compound right down the road, there was no way he’d be denied this time. If the two of you went back to court, he’d get joint custody. Fifty-fifty. Equal. You knew it, and he did, too. He was forcing your hand.

“You barely make it to your monthly visits as it is,” you responded evenly, though inside you were about ready to scream. “How are things different, Bucky?”

“I’m close by. We’re training more Avengers, so my hours are flexible. I’ve already talked to Steve.”

Why couldn’t he have talked to Steve two years ago?

“I can show you around the compound, if that’s what you want. It’s better than the tower.”

You remembered the tower. You hated the tower. It was no place to raise a child, what with all the missions and the parties and the late-night take-offs which constantly woke Winnie from her sleep. The one good thing it had going for it was the security.

Somehow, he’d remembered your gripes. You couldn’t decide if you should be flattered or not.

“I’ve even got a spare bedroom for her now, sweetheart. Can’t we make this work?”

“Don’t call me that,” you finally snapped, to which Bucky held his hands up in a show of surrender. He didn’t offer an apology, but then again, you didn’t want one. You didn’t want any of this.

Except maybe you did.

You chewed your lower lip, coffee now long forgotten in favour of worrying about the future. You didn’t want to trust him again, because every time you did, he broke your heart just a little more.

Deep down, though, you wanted to get along with him. You wanted to be amicable. You wanted your daughter to know her father.

You’d always wanted that.

And if you didn’t, then the next step would be a lawyer. You didn’t have the time or the money for another custody battle, whereas Bucky had plenty of both and he certainly had no qualms about going down that route. This visit was just a last-ditch effort before he did.

“Fine,” you acquiesced through grit teeth, “but I want to see it first.”

“Yeah?” he asked, blue eyes wide with surprise.

For a moment, you were rendered speechless. God, you hadn’t seen him look at you like that in years. The last time probably would have been when you told him that you were pregnant with Winnie.

Even now, you were still so weak for him. You always managed to stay strong for your daughter, but never for yourself. You missed him, and, well, it wasn’t like you had a choice in the matter either way.

“Yeah,” you repeated, reluctant and hollow.

That weekend, you found yourself staring up at the gates to the compound in awe through the windshield of your small beater. The compound was indeed much larger than the tower had been; you couldn’t see much from the road, but there was plenty of acreage. Plenty of room for Winnie to run around and play, almost, if it wasn’t practically a military base.

When you pushed a button, the CCTV camera came to life, whirring as it likely zoomed in your faces through the side windows of your car. “Ma’am, this is the Avengers Facility. You might have the wrong—”

You abruptly interrupted him with your name, followed by, “And this is Winnifred Barnes. B-A-R-N-E-S.”

There was a long pause, then, as the guy on the other end seemed to realize who you were. Then he had an immediate change of tone. “Oh, that’s— that’s today! Right! I’m so sorry, ma’am!”

Ugh. You weren’t old enough to be a ‘ma’am.’

Were you?

After the gate started to open, you slowly made your way up the long driveway, humming quietly to yourself to calm your nerves. That was when Winnie started to sing along with you, the same off-key tune that the two of you often sang together in the bathtub. She’d never been a fan of baths, so you used the song as a distraction. Now it was supposed to be your distraction, but it didn’t work very well.

You parked next to a small fleet of shiny black cars with tinted windows, feeling just as out of place now as you did when you and Bucky were dating. You’d always made coffee for a living, while he was… him. How you even managed to make it work for nearly two years was beyond you, as brief and fleeting as your whirlwind romance had been.

“Is Daddy here?” Winnie asked excitedly, peering out the windows at the large complex of buildings. Her breath fogged up the glass and you couldn’t help but laugh a little.

“Yes, baby,” you told her as you got out of the car and slung your purse over one shoulder, before you opened her car door. “Daddy’s here. We’ll see him soon.”

She bounced happily as you unbuckled her from her car seat, and then you hoisted her up onto one hip and shut the door with your free hand. After that, you slowly made your way up the steps to what you assumed was the main building.

Christ, this place was massive.

Just before you got to the top, the glass double doors up ahead were shoved open and there was Bucky in all his glory – tall and muscular, just like always, albeit almost out of breath. His hair was pulled back into a loose, messy bun, strands of hair framing his face in the familiar way you’d always loved, and the stubble on his face nearly made you swoon.

You hated that you were still attracted to him.

“Sorry, we’re a little early,” you admitted, nodding to your daughter. “Someone wanted to see you.”

As if on cue, Winnie shouted, “Daddy!” and reached out for him with her little arms, making grabby hands in his direction. She was so eager that you might have dropped her once, but you were used to her excitement.

Bucky met your eyes for a moment with a note of appreciation before he turned to her. Then and only then did the corners of his eyes crinkle up in a genuine smile – one directed at your daughter, not at you, one not meant to keep up a charade like the two of you were wont to do. That was the only type of smile he offered you, and that hurt, too.

“How’s my best girl?” he cooed, peppering her face with noisy kisses.

She giggled and half-heartedly tried to push him away. “Daddy, no! It’s scratchy!”

At that, he just rubbed his stubbly cheek against hers some more, lightly, not enough to hurt, and she squealed. He slid his hands under her arms with ease before he lifted her up and away from you, and although you knew he wasn’t being malicious, you always hated giving her up.

She just slung her tiny arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder. It had been awhile since she’d seen him – probably about two months, now, and you didn’t blame her. You’d missed him, too.

“How was the drive?” he asked you, holding Winnie against his side as the three of you made your way inside. With his free hand, he held open the glass door for you.

“It was a whole twelve minutes,” you responded dryly, more joking than not. Twelve minutes was much better than the nearly three-hour commute from when he was living in the city; not that you had to make it very often, as it was usually his responsibility. “Not too bad. Thanks.”

You weren’t really sure what you were thanking him for. The door, maybe.

Bucky paused to study your face for a moment, hesitant, before he quickly lifted Winnie up onto his shoulders, adorable peals of laughter escaping her. The ceilings were tall enough to offer plenty of leeway, and she’d always enjoyed being able to see things from such a high vantage point, especially someplace new like this.

“I bet Auntie Nat will be so happy to see you, sweetpea,” you told her, more to fill the silence than anything else. Bucky sure looked like he wanted to say something to you. He had that same reluctant expression on his face, the very one that creased his brows and made your anxiety skyrocket.

Thankfully, he seemed to understand that you weren’t willing to discuss whatever it was yet, and instead chimed in, “She’s waiting for us upstairs, princess. Do you wanna go see her?”

“Yeah!” Winnie sounded incredibly chipper as she gripped two handfuls of Bucky’s hair in her small fists, almost like the reigns to a horse. “Let’s go!”

You stifled a laugh as she half-directed him where to go. The stairs were steeper than you anticipated, and by the time you reached the next floor, you were well and truly winded. The second flight was even worse; they were both already at the top by the time you got halfway there, because Bucky took them two or three at a time.

“Come on, Mommy!” Winnie cheered.

“I’m coming, baby,” you called out, holding onto the handrail for dear life. That wasn’t an exaggeration.

One step, two, then three and you finally made it there. It wasn’t that you were out of shape, exactly – except, well, you were. You’d never completely lost the extra weight that came along with having a child, and you definitely didn’t have the time to work out with all of your other responsibilities as much as you would have liked to.

Bucky’s eyes were soft on yours when you glanced over at him, to which you huffed and quickly looked away. Knowing he’d seen how out of shape you were was embarrassing enough.

“Where’s Auntie Nat?” Winnie asked, then, and you were never more grateful to her for it.

“She’s making lunch for us,” Bucky told her, gently placing a hand on your lower back to guide you in the right direction. When you froze up at the unexpected contact, he immediately pulled it away, like he’d only just realized what he’d done.

If your heart wasn’t already racing, it certainly would have been after that.

“How’s that sound, Win? Are you hungry?” you asked as the three of you walked into the large kitchen and living area. The open floor plan was full of expensive things you’d only ever dreamt of, no doubt courtesy of Tony.

“Yeah!” she responded happily, which soon became an excited shriek when she spotted Natasha spreading peanut butter onto a few slices of bread. On the marble countertop in front of her was also a jar of strawberry jam, Winnie’s favourite.

“Hi Winnie,” Natasha greeted. “Guess what I’m making?”

“Peanut butter jellies!” Winnie exclaimed, wiggling a little, clearly ready to get off of Bucky’s shoulders to properly say hi to Natasha. Predictably, he plopped her onto the floor with ease, and she did just that. The sound of her scampering across the unfamiliar tile brought a smile to your face. It almost sounded like home.

Natasha kept her entertained while you and Bucky watched in tense, uncomfortable silence. If nothing else, you were glad that Winnie was able to spend some time with her two favourite people. You, of course, weren’t one of them. You weren’t the fun parent. Bucky was.

“I’m sorry about the other day,” he said, then, softly enough that Winnie couldn’t hear.

You didn’t look at him, instead focusing on what was on the other side of the room: the two black leather sofas surrounding a large flat-screen TV mounted to the wall, with a lavish coffee table in front. All you noticed were the sharp corners and invisible price tags. You weren’t broke, exactly, but all of this was much nicer than you could afford.

“Don’t be,” you replied with a shrug. “She’d be over the moon if we had such a big TV at home.”

“I’m happy to give you more,” Bucky said, crossing his arms. “Why am I not surprised you’re still driving that car?”

At that, you shot him a look that clearly conveyed your displeasure, to which he met your eyes in challenge.

You didn’t want more money from him. You only accepted the bare minimum of child support because it was court-ordered, and even that was a blow to your pride. You and Winnie were managing just fine without the ridiculous sum of money that Bucky made whilst working with the Avengers.

“It still runs. Why would I get rid of it?”

“It’s not as safe as the newer models,” Bucky responded far too evenly for your liking. “You know that. Are you really going to let your pride get in the way of our daughter’s safety?”

“She’s fine,” you hissed. “Are you really going to do this right now?”

“Mommy? What’s wrong?” came your sweet little girl’s voice, then, and your bristly demeanour disappeared in an instant. You always did your best not to argue with Bucky in front of her, but every now and then he just had to push your buttons. This was one of those times.

“Nothing, honey,” you said with faux cheerfulness, walking over to the counter where she was now seated, jam smeared all over her cheeks and chin. “Mommy’s just hungry, that’s all. Can I please have a bite?”

Winnie just beamed and held out one half of her sandwich to you. That was when you noticed that Natasha had lovingly cut it into triangles, just as she always did, and your smile suddenly felt more real than it had in days.

After you took a bite, you brushed Winnie’s soft brown locks away from her forehead and left a kiss there. “Thank you. Now be a good girl for Auntie Nat, okay? Mommy and Daddy will be back soon.”

“Okay, Mommy,” she said so sweetly, you couldn’t help but give her another kiss. Then you shared a warning look with Natasha – almost as if to say keep her out of this – before you walked back over to Bucky.

Together, the two of you went back out into the hallway to finish the argument he started. You were already ready to rip his head off after his unexpected visit-slash-threat earlier in the week, not to mention the snide comment he’d just made about your ability to parent.

The moment the door shut behind you, you were in full attack mode, zero to sixty in no time whatsoever. “Damn it, how many times do I have to tell you not to pick a fight in front of her?”

“Well, maybe if you were more reasonable—”

“More reasonable? Maybe if you made an effort to actually show up every once in a while—”

“What the hell do you think I’m trying to do here, sweetheart? She’s three and I’ve barely seen her!”

“And whose fault is that?” you spat, jabbing your finger into his chest for emphasis, “You’re the one who’s always working, Bucky! You know how excited she gets, and whenever you let her down, I’m the one who has to try and make her feel better! I’m the one making promises you can’t keep!”

Bucky exhaled slowly, then, in a clear attempt to calm down. The two of you never used to fight like this, but ever since you moved away, things had been beyond tense and you’d long since been forced to recognize when he really was trying to control his temper.

Of course, things weren’t always so bad. There were days where both of you were at least somewhat amicable towards each other, maybe even friendly. In fact, this one seemed like it might have been heading in that direction – in the beginning, at least.

Then he finally spoke again, tone clipped, “Let me show you her room.”

Yeah, like seeing whatever he had in store would suddenly make you forget the last three years.

“Fine.”

Bucky led the way down a winding corridor on the same floor as the communal kitchen. You guessed that each floor probably had its own. The building itself was large and expensive as hell, more than anything you’d ever be able to afford. Just being here almost felt like a privilege.

You hated it. What you hated more was that you liked it. For Winnie, anyway. She deserved the world.

The door to Bucky’s apartment opened with a fingerprint scan, because of course it did. The technology reminded you of your shared suite in the tower once upon a time.

The apartment wasn’t anything impressive, more of a bachelor pad than anything, but at least it was clean. A grey suede sofa was the focal point, across from another large TV. Boys and their toys, you supposed. At least the coffee table in here had no sharp edges.

On the other side there was a small kitchenette – big enough for one person, but not necessarily two. Then again, Winnie didn’t eat nearly as much as an adult so that wasn’t really a problem.

Down the hallway, you spotted three doors: one on the left, one on the right, and one at the end. Bathroom, spare room, and his room. At least, that was what you assumed.

You were right.

The second you opened the door to the spare bedroom, your breath hitched in your throat. It wasn’t overly pink or girly like Winnie’s room at home, but you could immediately picture her living here. Not all of the time, because you did still want primary custody, but it was evident that Bucky had put a lot of thought and effort into this.

There was a twin bed up against one of the walls, with a small guardrail to prevent her from rolling onto the floor – just like at home, where she’d only recently moved into a big girl bed. The sheets were a delicate lavender, and the duvet matched perfectly, white and purple gingham print. At the foot of the bed was a grey fleece blanket, which you absentmindedly brushed your fingers against as you took everything in.

In one of the corners was a small white desk and chair, and on top of it was a stack of children’s books. She hadn’t yet learned how to read, not really, but she loved being read to at bedtime. As you skimmed through the stack, you noticed that a lot of the books were her favourites.

Then you spotted the stuffed animals.

There were a bunch of them, with tags in an assortment of languages. You didn’t even have to look to know that they were from different countries. Bucky must have been saving them for a while. He already knew you had too many at your house as it was; you’d ripped him a new one for it once already, because he liked to bring Winnie one whenever he got back from a mission. You had so many now that they covered her bed, and then some.

He still was picking them up on his missions, it looked like. He just hadn’t given them to her yet.

When you turned back to him, you found him leaning against the doorframe with a hopeful look on his face.

“How long—” Your voice broke, then, and you cleared your throat in an attempt to sound like you weren’t about to cry. It didn’t work. “How long have you been collecting these?”

“Over a year,” he admitted, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly as he nodded to the room itself. “Do you think she’ll like it?”

You let out a shaky breath, willing yourself not to cry in front of him. That didn’t work either.

“Oh, Bucky,” you sniffled. “She’ll love it.”

He hesitantly pushed off the doorframe when he noticed you were upset. “Are you crying?”

“No,” you blubbered, burying your teary face in your hands before he could get a good look.

Bucky wanted to be there for your daughter. At last.

You were beyond touched by all the work that had gone into this, and although you weren’t happy about his unspoken threat of legal action, you could finally see why. He cared about her. He cared about her just as much as you did. He just didn’t show it as well.

The way Bucky wrapped his arms around you was gentle, unsure, but when you leaned into him his hold on you tightened just a little. It had been far too long since you’d been held, for one, and for two, god it felt good to be held by him. You’d forgotten what it felt like to be in his arms.

You’d missed it – missed him.

That might have been why you finally managed to swallow your pride and ask, muffled and teary, “What car has the best safety features?”

When he pulled away just enough to look at you, he gave you a smile, the same kind where his eyes crinkled at the corners.

It was genuine.

Part Two / Master List

#bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #bucky barnes imagine #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky x you #compromise

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lambourngb · 4 years

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the universe is a mighty big place, we’re still on a journey- series & wips

Day 6: As someone who very rarely has short, flashfic ideas, but instead is constantly under the weight of epic-length plot bunnies- I get it completely, sometimes the story has to be told in multiple parts. Here’s just a small sampling of stories I have subbed to and haven’t recced yet this week. Also, as writer who finished an epic this summer, I can tell you the next chapter does come a tiny bit quicker when you received a new comment on a story expressing delight, or a sweet ask in the inbox (I never thrived from the ‘please update’ pleas so please don’t send those.)

Invisible string by @adiwriting (67,000) - I have a tag that says ‘haven’t cried about Michael in 8 hours so thanks’ and I swear, this series demands it at every turn. This is a unique and heartbreaking take on canon that Michelle Valenti opened the door with in 2x08- Max was the disturbed child, and Michael protected him in the group home, but it takes it up a notch by having Michael emerge from the pod as a deaf child, only able to psychically communicate with his siblings or someone who knows ASL. I’ve been slowly reading it, because it’s so well done I want to savor every word. After the first story murdered me with sad Michael feels, the second story disembowels me with sad Alex feels. It’s wonderful. Then they team up together to knock you over with angst and love and a really cool soulmate concept.

Vague Space by @aewriting (33,800) This is another mind the tags, but I absolutely love how original and angsty this space AU is. It takes elements of canon, but it doubles down on how separated Michael and his siblings were from their culture by being raised separately from Antarians. There’s a wealth of pain that comes from that ignorance, some seriously bad things have happened to Michael. Even with all the hurt, there’s a beautiful story of healing, of recovery not being linear, but also this gorgeous determination by both Alex and Michael that they aren’t going to let go of their love, even if it pulls on scar tissue.

The Cowboy Vigilante by @el-gilliath(13,400) I aboslutely love this little series, that combines elements of Gotham dark with the flirting aspects of Lois/Superman. Alex is supremely competent here but charmed despite himself by the antics of Cowboy, the plot is starting really kick in now with Alex’s dad being awful as usual and Michael being a protective idiot as usual. Five stars for the banter and the tension, especially over the secret identity.

Scream in there by @usbournejez 82,094) I’m sure this story was recced all over the place this week, but I don’t care, I’m gonna rec it some more. The first story is some heavy angst, depicting Alex on the brink of a breakdown and then just past it. Michael is dealing with his own shit, finally seeking out counselling. The rest of the story universe depicts one of the most beautiful found-family, this-is-my-person stories I’ve read in RNM with a realistic alien child to boot. The other part that I really enjoyed here, was the story allows the space to see just how much baggage is tied to the physical location itself and that the recovery isn’t linear. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve read this series and pulled out a new detail to muse over, from Alex’s internalized homophobia, to Michael’s need to be perfect, to the complicated relationship with Max over River, to how Maria is written in their lives in the wake of 1x13. It’s just a lot, and it cuts no corners in feels.

It Only takes a taste by @spaceskam (17,355) - a college AU that hits a trope that I could read about 50 more times, but ‘friends with benefits’ turning into feelings??? Like the pining, the “sure I’m cool with this” act that Michael has, Alex being so controlled but yet completely unraveled by Michael?? This whole series a true joy of angsty feels and dumbass boys.

The story of two cosmic clowns who fell in love by @litwitlady (9,600) : So a disclosure, but my IRL job is very close to Alex’s, so when I stumbled on an AU with that, I literally screamed and scared my cats! Anyway, this story has flirting, pining, tropey misunderstandings, both of them being emotional disasters, etc. It just got updated so go read it and love on it!

Orion by @planetsam (15,000) a heartbreaking AU where Michael’s mother is allowed to raise her son under the watchful eye of the government, and Michael falls in love with Alex Manes, the son of her jailor basically. This is a Romeo and Romeo story sure to grind your heart into pieces. Michael learning just what happened to her mother, and figuring how where to go with his feelings about Alex- oof, it gets me every time. Warnings for Jesse Manes being his typical awful self.

#rnmcreate2020 #malex fic #malex fic rec #MALEX FEELS #michael guerin #alex manes #fandom positivity #worship our great authors in this fandom #a day late and a dollar short #or two days late #apologies for being a disaster

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smalltowndetective · 4 years

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wayhaven route questions 7-9 for F! thank you again for making such a fun and thought-provoking ask game! 💞(~narrativefoiltrope)

Hello! Thank you so much for asking! I love both of your detectives so much, and I always love hearing more about them!

I have actually already answered all three of these, but I’ll link them all here anyway! And I’ll include a bonus one as well! (I suppose it is not a surprise how much I got asked for F, since I suppose that is my main route haha)

Pairing: Felix and Thea

7. What does your detective think of the glimpse of F’s past and their “guilty” judgment?

8. If your detective is the type to have pictures in their phone contacts, what kind of picture do they have for F?

9. If in a relationship with F, how is your detective settling into it? If not, is that something they would want now, or are they still unsure, and if so, why?

11. If on the Douglas route, what is your detective’s feelings on this? And how do you think F feels about this?

7. What does your detective think of the glimpse of F’s past and their “guilty” judgment?

Linked here! But in summary, Thea is not sure what to think. She doesn’t want to push it at all, not liking the way that she found out the little that she did, since it was obvious he was not ready to share it with him just yet. And that guilty judgement? While she does not believe that the maa-alused judgement is fair, she does understand what it is like to feel guilt, even for something that may have not been her fault at all. Part of her knows, that if she was judged instead, that she would also been judged guilty. She has a lot of guilt that I go over in the actual post, and while she would not want to push it and make him talk about it if he doesn’t want to, she would try to make sure that if Felix ever wanted to, she’ll listen.

8. If your detective is the type to have pictures in their phone contacts, what kind of picture do they have for F?

Linked here! But in summary, one of Thea’s hobbies is photography, so the photo that she would choose would have a lot of care and thought in it. (And since she saved Felix over Sanja, the carnival picture no longer exists for them) I do think it would change over the course of their relationship, which I go more in depth in the post. But, I do think she would hold on a picture of the two of them with her. (Physical picture, like a polaroid. Been wanting to commission someone for it, but haven’t decided who I should commission yet) And also, this question makes me want to me to finish that WIP drabble of Thea teaching Felix how to use her camera haha

(The rest of this going under the cut because of how long it is getting)

9. If in a relationship with F, how is your detective settling into it? If not, is that something they would want now, or are they still unsure, and if so, why?

I have already done this one, but I think I’ll copy paste this one instead of just linking it.

They are in a relationship, which what Thea would consider the easiest decision in her life. But you know what? Instead of going on forever like I could do, I’m going to share a small snippet from a fic I’ve been working on for ages now that kind of gives some insight into how Thea’s taking being in a new relationship. (Formatting text messages is weird, so hopefully that all comes across okay)

Thea started to type out her response to that, but just before she sent it, she managed to stop herself.

Thea: Of course!

Love you!

She set her phone down in shocked surprise, and her head continued to spin.

Love you

It was not something that she had even thought about, just something that she seemed to write on instinct, and as much as it surprised, a part of her knew that she should not be. Those words always seemed to be on the tip of her tongue when she was around him, and she feared the day that she would say it without thinking about it.

Isn’t it a bit early to say something like that?

What if it just ends up pushing him away?

But regardless if or not she said it, there was one thing that she was sure of. She knew it was true. Her feelings already ran deep for Felix, even with the few months that they had known each other, and she hoped that one day, it would be the right time to set it all free.

I think most people would say it is too early to really know.

But I don’t think I’ve ever been so sure of something in my entire life.

So, to answer your question, Thea’s settling into it quite well. :D Even with her fears that it could all disappear tomorrow, I don’t think she could point to a time in her life where she has been happier. Now, the F “I love yous” which I am hoping we get in Book 3, is the next step. :)

And since I had already answered all of these, have a bonus Question for you! :)

11. If on the Douglas route, what is your detective’s feelings on this? And how do you think F feels about this?

Thea is on the Douglas route, but this was more out of me trying to protect her from the mess that is Bobby. (And I know this question is about Douglas, but I’m going to talk about Bobby first) One thing that you should know about Thea is that she sees the absolute best in people, always. (And yes, unfortunately for her, that also includes Bobby) They were friends, but that is more that Thea is just friendly with everyone. I do think, when the betrayal happened, they were really not overly close, but he asked for her help, so she gave it without a second thought. (I do think that Bobby did imply that he wanted to be more then friends, but she turned that down) She was deeply hurt by it, and she struggled with it for a long time, trying to figure out where exactly this went wrong, thinking that if she had been a better friend, this would have never happened. But, even still, if Bobby came to her now, she would still think that he was being genuine, and I know that she would have let him in to her apartment that night. And when Bobby kissed her, she would be too shocked to move, not melting into it, but it would freak her out. Guilt would overtake her, with the “Why didn’t you move? Why didn’t you push him away? This is your fault” It would absolutely destroy her, and she would blame herself for the whole thing. And she would want to tell Felix what happened, but she would be scared of him leaving for good if she did, and so she would live in fear of the inevitable time that Bobby will throw it back into her face and she would lose all what she is becoming sure is the best thing that ever happened to her.

But enough about Bobby, let’s move on to Douglas. Thea doesn’t drink, which is the one reason why I’m still hesitate going out to the bar in the first place (Hating that kind of scene, and feeling very guilty when the others come to find her) But, she did want to see how people were feeling at the bar, so she went with Tina anyway. Now, she is not as okay with Douglas having some sort of weird crush on her, and him showing up to her apartment dressed like Felix. But, she sees his rough relationship with his father, and she does want to help with that in any way that she can. He seems like a person who needs help, and to Thea, she won’t be able to ignore it. She is going to try and help him in any way she can, and she’ll probably attempt (and fail) to stop this crush, never really knowing how to put it. (She worries about him, since when she told him it was different when he showed up at her apartment, and the fact that he did so to get her attention really affected her. Thea does not want anyone to change who they are because of someone else, a situation she’s found herself in several times before the events of Book 1) But she did let him in her apartment, so we’ll see how that goes. (Those Douglas hardens stat in the code has me very intrigued) Now, as far as Felix’s reactions goes? He’d probably clown Douglas, and to be honest? I can’t wait. :)

Thank you again for asking! You’re amazing! :)

#twc #detective thea holland #felix hauville #likesomethingblooming #wayhaven route questions #really you are the best #I love everything you do with both Pandora and Winter!#Can't wait to see more of them!

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manotelier · 3 years

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Hi there! Catching up with tags, and I saw the one about posting snippets from WIPs. Long story short, I'd love to see something from HALQA2: the stolen faces, hey!me and my cat are bakers!, and The Mess In His Life. :O

hello!! thank you for asking and bear with me, this going to be a little long!

I will start with hey!me and my cat are bakers! This a new project so I haven’t written anything yet. I also wanted to write a simple story, slice of life style and everything and I got inspired by amazing friend who’s a baker. So basically the story follows a baker who freshly opened her bakery, she’s really young and have competition. You know that bakers have to go through three years (in France) so they could be bakers but you can also do just one year (my cousin only studied for one year) but the baker of story didn’t study at all. She’s self-taught and went to exam without even knowing the names of techniques or how to use a certain type of oven. So the story follows the adventure of the baker and the baker has a cat. A gangster looking cat that everyone is afraid of. He has the grumpy look, a scar on the eye and he’s terrifying the clientele. The baker loves her cat a lot so she doesn’t care at all. When she goes home which is located just upstairs of the bakery, it’s time for the cat to shine and I absolutely love put a little bit of fantasy in my story...

He’s a baker! In the world of cats, the bakery is also a bakery for cats so he bakes for cats like real cakes and everything. He’s a ganster, he fought every cats in the streets and now they are his subordinates that he uses to deliver cakes. He’s well-known for his cakes but even here, cats are scared of his scary look.

HALQA2: the stolen faces is explained here so I will share an extract!!

"Hind."

The young woman stood staring at the horrible scene before her eyes. With trembling hands, she approached despite her father's cries for her to return to him. But she couldn't. Not when a little boy was screaming in sadness next to the lifeless body of his mother, the little boy holding in his hands the still warm hand of the one who had brought him life. She looked like nothing, her face was cut in two and her body was mutilated all over. She wore only a simple beige dress, torn and very dirty on the sleeves, her blonde hair bathed in her own blood and her eyes looked at the sky. The young mother looked peaceful as if she had prepared herself for that dreadful end where she would end up abandoning her son, where he would have to survive on his own or unfortunately be reduced to a slave as the Elektoan policy wanted. A policy that Hind hated from the bottom of her soul. A barbaric policy without any trace of humanity that was killing thousands of people across Ellekt.

"Hind benti, we must leave." Urged her father, a tall man with a jewel-braided white beard. He stood further away with his hand against his mouth, horrified by the smell of the corpse decaying in the street. He knew that if he came any closer, he would faint. Hind didn't care, her orange silk caftan was against the wet ground of the capital. Mud and blood had settled on the beautiful kasmaeon silk that cost more than any shop on the street. The young woman grabbed the hands of the little boy who screamed louder when he saw Hind, it was normal for him to be scared after the carnage his mother had just been subjected to.

"Don't worry... I'm not going to do anything... I just want to know something." She gently stroked the little boy's hand, her heart pounding. "Who did this to you?" "The royal seal milady."

and the Mess In His Life is a fan fiction based on a character from an anime. I wanted to try to write in the second person because I have never did it and it was like a challenge.. It’s really hard and I don’t specially like it so I am thinking about editing it after finishing the story. The story is about a married couple that is the total opposite. Husband is neat, serious, always on time and Wife is not serious at all, a complete clown, messy and always late. It’s a really funny story where I love to break the fourth-wall and make funny jokes heheh. I’ll share an unedited extract that is for the next chapter!!

"What if.." you close Momoko’s laptop before coming next to her. "If your life was a fan fiction."

"Then the author is a fucking bitch." She took a sip of her beer before trying to burp. "Uh... not enough BEER! Bring me more beer."

"Stop drinking, I’ll kill you!" You groaned before stamping softly on her leg before getting up to go take some beers for her.

"Perhaps our lives are really fan fiction." She finally said, grabbing the beer your were giving her. "Like I am the main character of my life and you’re the support... WAIT! Does that mean I’m the support character of your life?!" She pointed her finger at you, suddenly getting up and screaming.

"I am too pretty to be a support character!"

"Okay, okay." You rolled your eyes as you finished your noodles.

"But it would make sense for you." She put her hands on her hips. "Look at you. Fake wedding with who? Your beautiful and hot neighbor! That’s a freaking fan fiction."

"Eh..."

"Don’t eh me! And what happened in the last chapter?! A sudden woman came to your door, saying she’s your husband’s spouse! That a level of Korean drama we have here!"

And voilà!!! Sorry for the late answer, I was looking for extracts for HALQ2 as I haven’t work on it for months!!!

#halqa2 #the mess in his life #hey!me and my cat are bakers #mano answers

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