#include emoji plus prompt thanks

[k2ntoss]

Omg omg omg

Pls do “shit— do that again” and “this is so wrong” with dickie grayson pretty please

(The second prompt gives enemies to lovers vibes SO MUCH, so if it’s included the better.)

— ❤️‍🩹 xx

SECOND ANON WITH AN EMOJI, LET'S FUCKING CELEBRATE!! first of all, thank you so much for this request, i have an idea buzzing into my head and if i don't post it i'll go insane (i'm already insane) and second... i'm listening to the weeknd so yeah....

“do that again- shit, just like that, right there.” + "this is wrong... so wrong." (plus enemies to lovers trope omg yes please!!!)

dick has never been known to be a bad detective, his partners adore him and so does every kid and person he helps, he does his job so well everyone is aware that whenever he's got a new case he will be at it all the time but there is just one person that doesn't really agrees with that, dick knows it and it gets on his nerves because it's always just his cases and investigations the ones that you observe and deny before they reach the court.

he really hated the moment he had to go present his case to the prosecutor, mostly when it was you who was assigned to it and what's worse it's that dick knows that you take it personal because there's no way on earth you let mobs or criminals to pay for justice and that is pretty much clear when you have an amazing percentage of cases won where criminals end up getting what they deserve.

"you have to be joking," at this point is almost a routine. dick arrives to your office with a folder filled with documents and reports from the officers and his own, a box full of evidence he picked up and sent to check to the labs, all the signed paperwork and the hope that you won't send him back to re-do all the work from zero "everything is in that folder!"

"detective, would you lower your damn voice?" you'd ask him, the snark on your tone is upsetting and dick has to take a deep breath to cool down a bit "there are several forms you haven't filled, how do you expect me to work like this?" and it was true, paperwork was important even if everyone hated doing it.

"you can't return the whole investigation for a couple of stupid papers! it's a big case, if you return it to the station we'll have to let the criminals go because the time runs up." dick is starting to lose every trace of patience and good will he has, hands gripping the fabric of his trousers and his hands clench a little more when you look at him, unamused and with any intention to help him.

"i can't help you if you don't bring everything in order, not to say that there are so many things that don't make sense on your files," you say, reading through some pages "this doesn't looks like a real detective's work, how do you expect me to do anything with this?" you leave the folder down, looking at him with your arms crossed over your chest and leaning back on the chair behind your desk.

dick is about to scream, you're telling him his work sucks and sending him back to do it all over again when he is sure there are cases pilling up back in the station but he has to hold it back. it's weird that the person he despises the most isn't some villain he fights at night but a prosecutor that he desperately wants to shut up for once and for all.

you are way too cocky for your own good and since the first case you dismised from his hands he has wanted to show you why he had the reputation he had, he's fighting his rage right now because he knew that in this case you were right and it would be stupid to keep pushing but he was too stubborn and a little too lost on how much he liked to get in your nerves.

"there's no way you can't help me with that case," he says and dick's voice is now an indicator of how upset he is feeling, not only because of you dismissing his work but also because this time he wasn't right (not that he has been before, he always forgot a paper or the whole background of a piece of evidence because he was too distracted on thinking how jolly the moment would be when you'd had to accept his work) "you just don't want to do it and that's bullshit, you should be dismissed from all the station's cases because this is personal."

"detective grayson," you warn him, if it was on your hands you'd help him just as you always tried to help but as a prosecutor you had to stick to the rules and make sure your coworkers did just the same "i'd suggest you to lower your tone and keep your emotions in check, the fact that i can't work with this investigation it's not my fault." you said, letting the folder fall back on your desk before standing up.

there went the last string of patience and good will dick had, he stood up but stayed still until you started walking your way to the door and he'd be lying if your figure wasn't distracting him a little bit with the way that greenish button up shirt hung a little loose on your shoulders but gave a hint of your figure. he had to shake his thoughts away and as soon as he saw your hand reaching for the door he darted towards you, pushing the door closed shut again and standing a little too close to you.

dick is hovering over you, looking down as his eyes fix on yours and there's no way to hide the surprise of the sudden outburst that causes you to flinch a little.

"you think so high of yourself, y/n," dick hisses as his eyes narrow, he leans in closer and it sends a spark that danced between anger and pure expectation from what he could do "you think that you make the fucking calls and that is just so upsetting, i wish i could just bring you down from that cloud and show you just what you are." he points at you and it's distracting because dick grayson has always managed to keep his anger in check.

"keep your emotions in check, detective" it was another warning, it came throught gritted teeth and narrowed eyes as you stand still ready to snap back at him on the first chance "am i the one that thinks too high of themself? let me break it to you, grayson, at least i'm trying to do my job as i have to."

the banter between you two has always been a little more snarky and less heated, not to be taken so serious because what you wanted to do was to push dick to do his absolute best so you could also help people to be safe out on the streets, living their lives but this time was just different because there was something else fueling the words.

there's a spark that ignites inside of dick as soon as your words hit close to home and next thing you know is that you're being cornered against the door of your office and he managed to inmobilize you; he grabs your shoulder to turn you around, his right leg between yours and his face right next to yours.

"you think you're better than the rest of us just because you get to take the credit of putting the bastards we catch behind bars but you just have to sit pretty here," he speaks lowly into your ear, his tone making it clear that he was letting it all out, months of bottled up frustration flowing out of him "you do nothing but talk, that's all that mouth of yours can do and it was just time someone put you in your place."

"richard grayson, you better back the fuck up now or–" you start, the warning hanging in the air and interrupted by a low grunt that just escaped your lips when he pressed a bit more against you just to mess with your nerves, causing his thigh to press a bit more between your legs and sending a jolt through your spine that mixed with all the emotions "do that again– shit," and even tho he is surprised and a little taken aback by your reaction he complies, moving closer until he could feel his leg pressed up against your clothed core and he decided to grind it teasingly "just like that, right there..."

"that's all it takes to turn off your brain?" he asks mockingly, his hand pressed between your shoulders as his lips brush against your era and it's easy to hear the smirk on dick's voice "pin you against the door and let you grind yourself against my thigh? it's pathetic how a smartmouth like you turns to a puddle when someone touches your cunt like this."

yeah, it's pathetic because he managed to shut you up without even trying and he's proud of it. his hand trails down your back until it reaches the lower part of it making sure to hold your body in a way you couldn't move your hips to grind on his thigh.

"go on, why don't you move?" he asks teasingly, his hand pressing harder when he felt the jerk of your hips and an amused laugh escapes his throat when you grunt frustrated "who would have thought that miss great prosecutor was such a desperate little slut." and he could have stopped there, make you help him because you'd be too embarrased to deny him anything after putting this show for him but dick decided to lean in and press a lingering kiss on your neck that made your breath catch on your throat.

"dick– fuck, don't be such an ass" you say in a hoarse tone, looking at the ceiling as you try to rock your hips once again, feeling yourself able to do so when dick's hand wanders from your back to your stomach and then up, resting between your breasts as he breathes you in.

"pretty fucked up, isn't it?" he asks against your neck, nibbling on the side of your neck as his fingers start undoing the buttons of your shirt while you grind against his thigh and everything feels so forbidden, one of your hands moving to lock the door because there was no way you'd let yourself get caught being groped by the detective you've told all your department you hated.

it wasn't news for your coworkers that dick and you had a long history of not getting alone but truth be told, you just wanted to make dick give his best because that would also allow you to give your best. it was a win-win, if only he saw it that way because you weren't trying to buy more time for the criminals to make up evidence or build new alibis or get fake witnesses.

dick gets your shirt open, his hands messily working on pulling your bra down and growling lowly when he saw your breasts spilling out against the door, his eyes moving from your chest to the way your features contorted from the way you were getting yourself off like this. with every jerk of your hips he could feel your ass pressed against his cock, the bulge inside his dressing pants now hard in a way you could feel it againt your body.

he lets go of you, turning you around and ignoring your grunt when you were left without that pleasurable feeling on your aching pussy. his hands gripping your hips as he presses a hungry kiss on your lips, demanding and bruising between the smirk it draws from him when you kiss him back with the same need as your hands undo his shirt, pulling it away from his body as he manages to walk until he is sitting on your desk with you sitting on his lap.

the messy making out is only interrupted when the clothes come out of your body, heavy breathing as he squeezes and gropes your flesh into his hands in a rush of pure lust that's fueled by the way your wetness feels when pressed against his hard on as he moves you to tease your pussy, his shaft moving between your folds and the wet sounds are only muffled by the low moans and growls you both try to keep as low as you can.

"this is wrong..." you say breathlessly, feeling how dick picks your body up with his arm around your waist as his free hand lines his tip with your entrance and he grunts into your neck when you are the one that slides down on him with your eyes closed shut "so wrong, god."

it's not much when your body moves on its own, going up and down on his cock as he looks up at you, hands gripping your waist to hold you as his lips are around one of your nipples, sucking and licking at it while your nails sink into the skin of his shoulders.

you'd never set yourself into this kind of situations but there was no time to think about how wrong this was when it felt so good, the way he filled you up as you rode him slowly, teasing him to grip your hips in order to set the pace to make you bounce on him.

"you look so good like that, fuck," he whispers against your chin when you start grinding on him, his hands on your hips so hard that his fingers bruise your skin as he thrusts deeper into your pussy "so desperate fucking yourself like a bitch in heat, you think you're using my cock for your pleasure but you're nothing but a pretty toy."

his words work as a turn on, the way he looks at you with hunger and need as he pounds harshly inside your cunt makes you moan without care on who could hear you.

"you look so pretty like that, so tight around me" he grunts into your ear and it's right there when he takes the lead, setting a fast pace as he holds your hips to make your body bounce "you like it like this? when you're being used like a dirty whore, sweetheart?"

"i like it so much, fuck–" you whine and the sound of your voice makes him chuckle, this was pretty bad because the degrading words were making you needier and the way you couldn't hide it made you appear more like a slut for him, clenching around him the closer you got to your climax as he hit all the right spots with each thrust he gave.

it was hard to talk for you, between moans and whines of pure delight that came after each stroke dick made as he kissed your jaw but he had no problem on doing it while his hand moved and reached that space on your pussy.

his thumb pressed against your clit made you shiver into his arms, whinning pathetically as he played with your sensitivity with a wide grin "look at the little mess you are, always so collected and now you're here with your legs all spread for me to fuck you into a brainless slut."

"dick– i'm close" you say, eyes teary and voice broken as your face finds a place into the crook of his neck but it's not too much time until he finds your gaze, leaning in to press a reassuring kiss into your lips before he pulls back and nods, thrusting in a faster pace and with deeper strokes.

"c'mon, cum for me, sweetheart." he growls against your ear, both hands holding your waist as your movements become sloppier and erratic, the tension on your belly building more and more until your orgasm hits your whole body making your walls clench tighter around him "that's it, that's a fucking good girl... i'll pull out now, yeah?"

and he doesn't wait for your response, knowing you won't be able to think straight while you were still on your high and with you still straddling his lap dick moves, strocking his cock until he is throbbing into his fist before he reaches his own climax, painting your stomach with those milky white streaks.

maybe, just maybe now he could find a way to fix his work without feeling so upset about it.

[prentissluvr]

LEVEL UP, VER.2 !! — 200+ FOLLOWERS EVENT [ CLOSED ]

hello dear loves!! thank you all so so much for 200+!! let us celebrate each milestone by adding a new “reward” each time we reach a new “level” together. while i unfortunately never got around to celebrate my 100 followers milestone, i had planned to celebrate with drabble requests! so, this time we will be doing those, plus our new level 200 reward! please look at my guidelines before you send anything in!

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LEVEL 100 — DRABBLES to receive the level 100 reward, send me . . .

⟢ a character from supernatural or criminal minds ⟢ a prompt from one of these lists – [ one ; two ; three ; four ] ⟢ if you want romantic or platonic, for platonic, please specify friends, sibling, or parental figure dynamic (default is romantic) ⟢ optional : one au or reader type – [ ex: bodyguard!au or awkward!reader ] ⟢ optional : genre – [ fluff, angst, hurt/comfort ]

. . . and you’ll receive a drabble (about 500–1K words) based on what you send in!

already requested (to avoid duplicate requests) ! ⟢ luke alvez + memorizing their favorite things and treating them when they have a bad day ⟢ sam winchester + clingy!reader + embracing them from behind ⟢ sam winchester + sharing clothes in a totally (not) friendly way ⟢ sam winchester + telling them they deserve better (and silently wanting to be the one who gives it to them) ⟢ sam winchester + sleeping in the same bed, as they’d often do, but one morning waking up cuddling

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LEVEL 200 — RELATIONSHIP HEADCANONS to receive the level 200 reward, send me . . .

⟢ a character from supernatural or criminal minds ⟢ your answers to 4-6 of these questions ! ⟢ if you want romantic or platonic, for platonic, please specify friends, sibling, or parental figure dynamic (default is romantic)

. . . and you’ll receive a few headcanons (probably about 500-1K words) about what i think your relationship with your character of choice might be like!

here's an example of what this turns out looking like !

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OTHER REMINDERS / RULES

⟢ you may only send in one request for this event (once i’m done with the first round of requests i receive and still want to keep the event open, i’ll open it up for people to send in second requests!) ⟢ only followers can send requests for my milestone events ⟢ please include a name or emoji with anon requests ⟢ this event is strictly sfw ⟢ 7 / 10 slots filled event closed now :) ⟢ as always, please be patient and kind <33 tysm!!

happy requesting !! general requests are open as well, but will be written after the even in closed/finished :))

[flightlessangelwings]

💋February Kisses & 4K Followers Drabble Request Event!💋

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February is for fluff and love, and this kisses prompt list is just too cute so I decided to use it for my requests for part 2 of my 4K follower celebration event and just to share some love here too!

I can’t believe I hit such a huge milestone it feels unreal!!! Thank you all sooo much for following me and supporting my works and for sticking around!!! I’m sending all the love right back at y’all!!! ❤️💖❤️💖❤️💖❤️

Using this prompt list send in a request for a short drabble (500-1k words I’m guessing, depending on how many I get) to be posted throughout the month of February to celebrate! Requests for this will be open from now, Feb 1 until February 7! Requests now closed!

I will not be using my taglist for this so please also follow my update blog and turn on post notifications to stay up to date! @flightlessangelwings-updates

QUICK RULES! Please read these before sending in anything!

- Please be following me to send in a request. Anon is fine just please use the honor system. And NO MINORS! My blog is 18+ only so minors please so not follow or interact!

- Please reblog your request!

- Please copy the entire prompt in your ask. Multiple requests are ok but please don’t overwhelm with too many. 

- Please let me know what type of drabble you want: fluff, smut, angst, hurt/comfort, etc. Feel free to ask for something more specific too! If you want a specific type of reader (gn, fem, plus size, bi, Latine, etc) please let me know!

- I’ll be taking requests for the following characters only:

Pedro characters- Joel Miller, Din Djarin, Frankie Morales, Comandante Veracruz, Javier Peña, Javi Gutierrez, Pero Tovar, Marcus Pike, Marcus Moreno, Ezra

Star Wars- Poe Dameron, Cassian Andor, Fennec Shand, Boba Fett, Cobb Vanth, Kino Loy, Cal Kestis

Marvel- Marc Spector, Steven Grant, Loki, Tasm!Peter Parker, Frank Castle, Carol Danvers, Sam Wilson

Others- Tommy Miller, Benny Miller, Santiago Garcia, Bishop Losa, Angel Reyes, Dream of the Endless, Thirteenth Doctor

Specific parings and thruples- MPoA (Frankie/reader/Benny), Neighbor!Steven Grant, Veracruz/Cariño, DinCobb/reader, Joel/reader/Frankie, Javi G/Estrella, BobaDin/reader

- This is a list of things I do not write for. Please respect my boundaries and do not ask for anything on this list. It will be deleted and ignored.

Real people fic

Pregnancy/breeding/lactation/kids/anything similar

Age gaps, including teacher/student

Virginity/innocence kink

Daddy kink

Sick fics/illness

Priest au or anything religious

A/B/O

- Please use a heart emoji at the end of your ask so I know you read all of this! Asks without one will not be answered. Thank you!  💖

[wroteclassicaly]

First off, I wanna thank every single one of you that has helped my blog get to this point over the years! I’m honestly speechless that this many people give two fucks about me or my trash writing, haha. But you do, and I can’t fathom it, nor can I thank you enough! 💘 However, what I can do — is host a celebration! Starting tomorrow night at 7PM, I am inviting y’all to join me for my 7K party!

Minors are NOT allowed at this celebration, and will be blocked on the spot! I also reserve the right to reject any asks that I don’t feel comfortable writing for/publishing. Please follow the rules below!

I will announce a reminder for the event, so that time zones will not be confused! And the event will go on all night, maybe even further? Here’s what I have come up with (see below, on what you can choose from to submit), and I hope to see you there?! Love y’all! ❤️💘💘🥹🥹 And thank you, from the bottom of my heart!

My navigation, My Main Masterlist

Fandoms you can choose from for the categories below:

Stranger Things

Supernatural

American Horror Story

Shameless US

The Walking Dead

Buffy the Vampire Slayer (including the Angel verse)

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Characters/ships you can choose from:

ST: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington, Billy Hargrove, Nancy Wheeler, Hopper, Jonathan Byers, Argyle, Chrissy Cunningham, Henry Creel & Robin Buckley

Ships for ST: Ronance, Steddie & Harringrove (all ships can be done with a reader). I don’t write for Stancy or Hellcheer, but I will if it includes a reader to balance said ships out.

SPN: Jack Kline, Dean Winchester, Sam Winchester & Castiel

Ships for SPN: Destiel (ship can be done with a reader)

AHS: Any Cody Fern character, namely Michael. Will also do most Evan Peters characters.

TWD: Negan and Rick Grimes. I’m not opposed to Carl, but he will be over 21 in anything that I write!

BtVS: Faith Lehane, Angel, Spike, Buffy & Connor.

Shameless: Lip Gallagher ONLY!

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The activities: (please use the emoji in your ask)

🚢 Select a fandom and submit a little info about yourself, and I will ship you with a character!

💘Use this and I will write a paragraph on why I adore you!

📓Go for this one, and choose a character you’d like to have a personalized letter from.

❔Select this one, and I will post a snippet of a WIP that I currently have!

💌 Pick a theme and a character, and I will write a short drabble/blurb on it! Dark themes, plus sized readers, and physical/mental/chronically ill readers are also okay to request!

✍🏻 And finally, if you select this one — please choose a character and a prompt. You may also make a request with the prompt!

Prompts to choose from:

Smut:

Smut

Smut

Angst

One, two, three

Love:

Love

Love realization

Other:

Pining

Enemies to lovers

[librathefangirl]

Love your fics btw 🥺❤️

But 🦈 and 🍬 for the ask game ❤️

Thank you!! 🥺❤️ And thank you for the ask too :)

(Also can I say that I'm impressed that I've gotten 7 emojis for this ask game now, but none have been duplicates)

🦈 Which character is the toughest to write?

Ooh. For nnt I gotta go with daytime Escanor and Diane. I just... don't really know how to handle those two.

I much more prefer writing wimpy night Escanor than arrogant day Escanor. Although both will show up in an upcoming fic of mine (day 21 of my Febuwhump series, whenever I get to that one). So, we'll see how that works out.

As for Diane, I don't know, I just struggle a lot with her character. Which is probably why I have never actually written from her perspective yet.

🍬 Do you write for multiple fandoms? If yes, what is your favorite fic of yours for each fandom?

I mean, technically yes? If we're looking at both my early fanfic days over on FF.net and my current ones on ao3, I've got 60 fics across 12 fandoms. Although, this year I've only posted fics for nnt. Which I don't mind actually, I haven't been this inspired to write since I started writing fanfic (for Lab Rats) back in 2016.

Only 5 of my written fandoms have more than 1 fic posted, so let's look at them, shall we? Going oldest to newest:

Lab Rats - Betrayal

I guess it would be cheating saying my entire A for Always fic, since it's my advent calendar fic and is thereby a collections of 24 fics? (Actually that advent calendar was fun to write, maybe I should do something like that for nnt this year?). So let's go with chapter 2: Betrayal. This one's actually a bit different from my usual stories. It's more of an introspection and deals with Chase's (canon) experiences of betrayal and the emotional impact these had (that was't explored in canon). Over 6 years later I'm still proud of this one.

Lab Rats: Elite Force - Her Baby Brother

This one's a set of three drabbles, showcasing Bree's relationship with her little brother during different stages of their lives. I like this one because writing drabbles is not always that easy, plus at the same time I managed to make them feel like three parts of the same story with a similar structure. (Not a story for people who don't like main character deaths.)

Glee - The Boy with the Christmas Sweaters

Okay, looking back at my Glee fics was actually kinda hard, because the ship I loved back then I can't stand anymore. But I do like this fic! It's a Samcedes fic based on a Christmas prompt. Just some fluff and humor (a rarity for me).

Stranger Things - Trust and Needles

I have a total of 3 ST fics. All of which less than 700 words. All of which Stoncy. This one's just fluffy ot3 shenanigans combined with Steve whump. It might leave a smile on your face (unless you don't like needles or stitching, then you won't like this fic).

The Seven Deadly Sins / Nanatsu no Taizai - Who'll Hug the Prince of Hell?

This one wasn't easy to choose. They're all so new and all so loved. I think I'll have to go with this one though. For starters, it's my first nnt fic, the start of a new era and all that. It also includes a lot of things I love to write about; Meliodas angst, the relationships between the Sins and Meliodas, Meliodas getting the love he deserves, Merlin knowing his whole story, Meliodas and Ban being Meliodas and Ban, King dealing with his feelings and actions towards Meliodas after the reveal. Also, who doesn't love a story where Meliodas gets hugged repeatedly? (I should make Mel get hugged more often)

Anyway. Here's the list for the ask game, if anyone else wanna send me something :)

[blisterinballista]

👂

I am of a listening

heavy pacing echoes behind the locked door. looks like boss is on a call. again. you can't derive who's on the other end of the line, but baltimore seems more talkative than he is with regular clients.

a friend, perhaps.

> " ... no, no, he ain- hes not- not yet... i... idunno. i mean- "

> " • • • "

> " -yea, yeah, i do, i... really do. wouldn put up with em if i didn like him, heh... "

> " ... uh. "

> " • • • "

> " i-its, jus... i, feel, like... its neva really, around, yknow? ... like- okay, the, parties, an, yknow, every now an then we... yea. but, its like none o that even matters as soon as somethin, serious comes up. ya feel? "

> " • • • "

> " i mean like- i tell em, all the time, to call me if they need somethin- anythin. an he neva does. then theres me with- "

... a sigh. thumb and index claws come up to smooth out his brow.

> " i.. jus wanna talk to them. no strings attached. "

> " • • ? "

> " ... you an i both kno why ion do tha.. an is not like i can jus, bring tha up outa the blue... ugh. hes so pushy sometimes i swear. you cant not eva tell me shit an then expect me to explain why im havin a meltdown-- IN the middle OF havin a meltdown--! "

> " • • • "

> " ... im alright. is cool, everythin fine. "

> " ... maybe im the problem. "

> " • • • "

> " i mean... my issues ain, exactly... his fault... "

> " • • ?- "

> " --NO, NO I CANT. ... not yet. or ever. i don know anymore... ill jus, fake it till i make it, i guess. "

> " • • • "

> " -yeah, ill let cha kno if he hurts me.. an no, ya don get ta snap his neck. cuz he don got one. "

> " • • • "

> " oh, the otha thing? yea i showed em. befo you ask, yea, i trust em with it... as scary as that might be... maybe, itll like, iunno. make it feel safe trustin me too. "

> " • • • "

> " i ain... too, worried.. after all, he saw wha i do to traitorous dogs. dante may be dumb, but it ain stupid. bsides, i can tell hes good at his core. he wouldn sell me out to that windbag... im sure ovit. "

> " ... alrigh alrigh, i should shut up now befo i spiral again. whaddabout you an, your, uh...- "

> " • • • "

> " ... my god. yous actually insane. tell me everythi- "

just as blitz begins laughing, his voice is getting away from the door, deeper into the room. sounds like that other person has some good hot tea of their own, eh.

[thatwasthenightthingschanged]

-CLOSED-

I recently hit 11k followers! Honestly, it’s still crazy to me that so many care enough to follow my blog, on which I mostly just dump whatever I’m currently obsessed with SO thank you so, so much! 🥰

As a little celebration, I wanted you to be able to request a gifset from me! Here’s how it works:

The first list of topics you can request are based on my personal top ten (or sometimes less than ten, depending on the topic) list. This means that I have put together a list of eg my favorite Taylor songs or my favorite Taylor albums in a word doc and you can send me an emoji corresponding to that list plus a number and I’ll make a gifset for whatever number you have chosen! For example, if my number one favorite Taylor song of all time were Getaway Car, and you had sent me the emoji for the specific list (🎶 in this case) and a “1″, I would make a gifset for Getaway Car! (I hope this makes sense asdjkhaskh)

The second list from which you can request a gifset is more about you and your favorites! Just send me one of the numbers from the ask list + your answer to the prompt! (e.g. “1 + Enchanted” if your favorite Taylor song were Enchanted) and I’ll make a gifset for it! (also includes Olivia Rodrigo prompts)

For now, please do not send me more than one request, as I want to avoid getting swamped with them. (might change this rule if there are lesser requests - if yes, I’ll update this post so you know 😊)

You’ll find the prompts under the cut:

FIRST LIST

🎶 + a number between 1-10 for one of my favorite Taylor songs!

💃 + a number between 1-10 for one of my favorite Taylor music videos!

📝 + a number between 1-9 for one of Taylor’s albums, ranked by me!

🎤 + a number between 1-10 for an artist/band besides Taylor that I love!

🎧  + a number between 1-5 for a non-Taylor album that I love!

📺 + a number between 1-10 for one of my favorite tv shows!

👥 + a number between 1-10 for a tv/movie couple that I ship!

🎬 + a number between 1-10 for one of my favorite movies!

SECOND LIST

Your favorite Taylor song!

Your favorite Taylor lyric!

Your favorite Taylor music video!

A color scheme (you can request either Taylor or Oliva; example: “Taylor + mint/pink”)!

Your favorite Olivia Rodrigo song!

Your favorite Olivia Rodrigo lyric!

Your favorite Olivia Rodrigo music video!

If you have any questions about the prompts, feel free to ask me! and thank you guys again! ly so much 🥰

I’m gonna tag some of my mutuals for a signal boost (I hope that’s ok for u ahh 🥺):

@itsgoldenlikedayllight @tolerateit @loverdeluxe @tayloralison @cruellesummer @bybdolan @treacherousdemo @folkloredeluxe @alisonsmouth @thenighttrain 🥰

[be-compromised]

Secret Santa 2020 Masterlist

Thank you to everyone who’s taken in this year’s holiday exchange, from gift creators to beta readers and volunteers and cheerleaders! All gift creators have now been revealed on the individual posts and in the masterlist below, so you’re now free to post, share, and link to your gifts wherever you like. If you could in some way link back to this exchange or the comm to direct people to all the other wonderful fics as well that would be great :) For AO3 users, there's an AO3 collection HERE for @be-compromised Secret Santa 2020 and ‘Community: be_compromised’ is available as an AO3 tag. Secret Santa 2020 Masterlist All I Want For Christmas (Gen) by @huntress79 for @quietlyimplode Summary/Prompt: 1. Whump leading to a happy christmas of being all together and happy. She finally was back home, at least physically. But her mind is still in that old factory building, trapping her in a dark place she can’t seem to escape. Good thing she has two very determined boyfriends, who would move Heaven and Earth for her. Add a pinch of the Magic of Christmas, and the Avengers might get their very own Christmas Miracle. Clint Barton, Disaster Bi (Teen & Up) by @inkvoices for @cassiesinsanity Summary/Prompt: Clint’s done worse things than let Natasha know that she's hot and turns him on via emojis. Like agreeing to the rule 'no romantic feelings' when they started sleeping together, which is the dumbest thing Clint has ever done in his life. Except he sends the message to Bucky by mistake. Falling into Focus (Teen) by @cassiesinsanity for @paperairplanesopenwindows Summary/Prompt: "OT3 person of your choice is a travel writer/blogger who keeps running into Nat and Clint at various exotic destinations.” Five Times Clint "Proposed" to Natasha at Christmas (and One Time She Proposed to Him) by @paperairplanesopenwindows for @huntress79 Summary/Prompt: Christmas proposal (with or without the other Avengers around; and I also leave it up to the gifter who's popping the question ;) Go nuts! listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door (M) by @quidnunc-life for @cloud--atlas Summary/Prompt: "Listen: there’s a hell of a good universe next door; let’s go." – e. e. cummings, plus a bit of "this friends with benefits situation was not supposed to develop feelings" and "(774): i just walked into a room at this party and someone yelled "dibs!"" Oh my god, they were roommates (in 2012)! (M) by @hawksandspiders for @alphaflyer Summary/Prompt: SHIELD believes in being economical with its funds when it comes to on-base accommodations. Clint Barton believes in fucking with the system at any given opportunity. Natasha Romanoff believes - actually Nat's just done with everybody's shit. (Prompts: "Respect the classics: go for the tropiest tropes" and "Write like it's 2012!") Oh, What A Shame That You Came Here With Someone by @lostemotion for @closetedboggart Summary/Prompt: Die Young by Kesha (aka Clubbing but make it OT3) Outrun the Night (NC17) by @quietlyimplode for @lostemotion Summary/Prompt: All except the 1920s Pins and Needles (Teen) by @alphaflyer for @hawksandspiders Summary/Prompt: “Thwarted timely acquisition of seasonal gifts or failing to even pick one.” ‘Barton!!!’ booms Tony Stark’s voice, triggered by a mechanism buried in the spine of the card. ‘Pepper says I should invite you to my party. Against my better judgment, I am. Bring a date, if you can find someone willing - or subdue someone who’s not. And wear a clean t-shirt. Be there or be square!’ There's only one issue with that invitation: Natasha might be there. Safe Harbour (Teen) by @cloud--atlas for @quidnunc-life Summary/Prompt: Lighthouse AU Some things you will remember (T) by @closetedboggart for @inkvoices Summary/Prompt: Natasha Romanoff is Steve Rogers' best friend. Natalia Romanova is the Winter Soldier, fist of HYDRA and mentor to the Black Widow, James Barnes. But when the Black Widow defects to join SHIELD, it sets these two personas-- and two men from her past-- on a collision course. (for the prompt: "AU: James Barnes is the Russian assassin Clint Barton brings in from the cold and into SHIELD. Natasha Romanoff is the Winter Soldier. (This could be gen, any pairing, or threesome!)" and also "Everyone lives in the Tower fic or team!family fic." because I couldn't help myself) You’re also more than welcome to use your Secret Santa banner elsewhere (credit to @inkvoices). The html code to add an image is: <img src="IMAGE LINK HERE" height="100%" width="100%" /> Image links: All I Want For Christmas: https://i.imgur.com/H77XCRF.png Clint Barton, Disaster Bi: https://i.imgur.com/lhfw0c2.png Falling into Focus: https://i.imgur.com/aYDjUor.png Five Times: https://i.imgur.com/fx93IcK.png listen, there's a hell of a good universe next door: https://i.imgur.com/Sa2wg81.png Oh my god, they were roommates (in 2012)!: https://i.imgur.com/zLWXa6u.png Oh, what a shame that you came here with someone: https://i.imgur.com/7ZXkZOI.png Outrun the Night: https://i.imgur.com/AFaqdD1.png Pins and Needles: https://i.imgur.com/mJJ0bR6.png Safe Harbour: https://i.imgur.com/WeiUCDw.png Some things you will remember: https://i.imgur.com/rpJ8h5P.png And a little note from your mods: It’s been a hell of a year and, for us, being part of this corner of fandom has been a big part of getting through it. It’s been a delight spending time with all of you lovely lot. Your creativity, enthusiasm, and kindness is what makes this community what it is and we can’t thank you enough for that <3 We hope we’ve managed to brighten up your year, even if just a little, with comm events. While there’s light at the end of the tunnel, we’re not quite there yet, so we plan to keep the pace up if we can. At the moment ideas include something in the new year (maybe a Zoom or discord gathering?) and a Valentine’s Mini Promptathon. Please do comment or message us with any ideas and thoughts on what you’d like to do! For now, we hope you have a happy, healthy holiday season and wish you all the best for New Year 2021. @inkvoices & @cloud--atlas

[algernoninwonderland]

“Porter sur toi un nouveau regard”: basic outlines and preparatory notes

What better way to celebrate a fic being completed than me releasing some of the basic notes I took while planning it? Here they are, with a few additions.

 It all started as a prompt I got on Discord, the very simple “love at first sight” and I wasn’t quite sure what to do with it at first, but the idea of sight stuck with me. Are your first impressions the right ones? Can you learn to see someone a certain way or another? It’s ultimately a story about learning to see other people and yourself, isn’t it?

Which meant I had to take a certain point of view, because an omniscient floating eye is emotionally detached. Character POV may have a limited scope, but that may help empathise with them. This is a story about Kagami, so it was only fair for Kagami to be the centre of it.

Chapter 1: 

“How does Kagami truly feel about Marinette before Ikari Gozen”? 

While Marinette sees the two of them as rivals, that rivalry is one-sided, and Kagami wouldn’t take that girl seriously. She’s simply annoying. 

Kagami is a lonely character, who genuinely wants to make friends, still, and she’s anything but cool or smooth. She doesn’t know the other characters the way the audience does, at all.

Tomoe Tsurugi sucks.

Switching from “Dupain-Cheng” to “Marinette Dupain-Cheng” to “Marinette” would be a nice way to keep the reader hooked. Lots of tiny details that’ll come back later on!

Comphet. 

Lots of comphet already. What you “should” like, a calculated, conscious choice.

A few jabs at the show because why not.

Chapter 2:

Filling gaps in characterisation and timeline to make sure that everything hurts later on! Including pre-Adrigami. People thought the paperwork between Tomoe and Gabriel was a marriage contract, not quite, but an arranged relationship? Definitely from Tomoe’s side.

Are Kagami and Marinette already going on dates when they visit the city together all on their own? Isn’t that the true sapphic experience.

Also, the promise of them going to the terrace rooftop on sunny days! It’ll come back later on.

The Bike Motive. Marinette driving her forward.

“Your hair is beautiful” but make it much gayer. 

I hate the André scene in the finale, it sucks and it’s awful for everyone. It should be awful for both Marinette and Kagami. Comphet. So much comphet. 

Kagami’s impression of brokenness is something we’ll come back to over and over again.

Adrien doesn’t notice because he’s Adrien. The kiss. Nothing.

“K-Kagami!” End with a cliffhanger for more suffering.

As a side note, I made myself cry writing this chapter.

Chapter 3:

Everything hurts. Everything. Hurts. 

Identity reveals don’t solve anything, they still fail, and Marinette still isn’t willing to show herself to Kagami, still hiding behind a facade.

Just because Marinette understands things a little better doesn’t mean it hurts any less

They are both lying to each other and themselves and they don’t even realise it.

“Fixing the brokenness” through comphet.

Nothing is solved at all.

Falling asleep on a chaise longue plus blanket

Chapter 4:

Life as a socialite in Paris, concerts and restaurants, wearing clothes she hasn’t chosen

The Adrien routine, pulling chairs and flowers

It’s all miserable still, lots of “shoulds”

Fencing competition, fencing competition ahead. Tomoe is a terrible parent and a terrible coach.

Text conversations with Marinette, overdoes joy with emojis

The Bike Motive Returns, with more feelings, Marinette’s almost desperate gestures

(Kagami as the only person she can fully confide in, but still won’t)

An early birthday present… But Kagami is born in November, Marinette is a mess and so is her room.

Hug and first hint of reciprocated Marigami? Just the happiness of having someone like Kagami who admires her work as Marinette.

Falling asleep on a chaise longue plus blanket, part deux.

KAGAMI IN A SUIT!!!

Kisses on the cheek are really common in France, not Japan. A heavy kiss.

Dress or suit?

Marinette is a mess, texts at night. Difference between Adrien and Marinette’s texts, Adrien’s more self-centred.

No sense of space in Tokyo, jet lag and closed house. Closed spaces. 

Chapter 5:

I’m going to write a full chapter about sabre fencing and people will love it

Lots of sneaky (or not so sneaky) GL and Yuri manga/anime references. Make Juri Arisugawa part of the Jury.

All the locations are real

Marinette overdoes it again, Kagami can’t tell.

Kagami’s technique dissecting her opponents. She is a champion already.

Teach the readers about fencing whilst describing it. Have opponents be challenging in specific, understandable ways.

She chooses the suit. What even is subtlety.

As a side note: it was a really fun one to write.

Chapter 6:

Marinette internship phone call, Nathalie’s plan. No way Gabriel would accept to work with a kid. Flirting, Kagami as a muse?

The Foucault chapter. Everything is a prison. Restaurant, vertical stripes on wall as prison bars, the relationship, the self-locking car. This is no Utena car.

Everything is wrong, including the food

Adrigami friendship, much better than Adrigami romance. Rose/Chair. She doesn’t hate him at all, she just doesn’t love him… It wouldn’t work, she’s gay and he’s a liar.

Self-imposed gestures of affection.

Do not describe the kisses, they’re just a thing she has to do

Marinette is a mess, Ladybug is a mess, hell imagery, falling down a hole, almost dying. We are in the car with Kagami and we want to do something, anything, and we can’t.

Chapter 7:

The first step to things being alright again is to admit that they aren’t alright now

Nighttime conversation, Kagami letting Ladybug in

Marinette finally showing herself bare to Kagami but still tries not to until the dam breaks. Being a hero is miserable. Being the Guardian when you are a child with no guidance or support is miserable. Kagami as the only person she can trust.

Botched Lukanette date?

“I’m just so tired.”

“You are not a failure, you are so courageous, a genius fashion designer and my best friend”

(Additional note: I cried writing that passage)

Sharing the burden: help in more than just words.

“I hate that you have to see me like that.”

But showing your vulnerability and still being accepted as true love

Kagami truly sees Marinette now.

“Tutorship” and Tomoe being awful but excuse works. Help is material, homework, tidying up the room together.

“Stop feeling guilty about letting other people help you.”

Flirting hidden behind jokes, Kagami lying to herself. Way to ruin the mood.

Marigami baking.

Harlem 88, postal workers, acab

Watching television on the same couch, or rather watching Marinette watch television.

Umbrella scene with polka dots.

Kagami fully aware of her feeling and afraid of them, afraid that Marinette might feel the same

Chapter 8:

more fencing, Kagami absolutely rules

Worrying about Marinette alone with Gabriel, rightfully so, but can’t say that out loud

Stereotypical outdated Japanese-ness, Kagami can’t conform, doesn’t know how to put on her houmongi on her own. Tomoe and paradoxes, her daughter is both weak and “too muscular” at the same time.

The Palais Royal. The Buren columns are very climbable.

Gabriel, “quite miraculous”. Testing the waters, Kagami doesn’t notice. 

Jealousy when Adrien speaks of Marinette?

Ratatouille reference! Tatou. 

Tomoe playing the role of the exotic Japanese to be accepted. 

Drunk parents, drunk on power and self-satisfaction. 

Adrien’s kiss, forced to return it. 

Fear that Adrien might become Marinette’s muse

The bike motive once more

Barkk’s power is tracking magical signatures, each is different from the other

Marinette taking control over her own life, making plans to stop Hawk Moth instead of passively waiting for each attack, 

“She was never broken. She is in love with another girl.”

Marinette is in love with her too, but is ready to wait.

Chapter 9:

Adrien IS Chat Noir, up to the entitlement and his way of being physically affectionate. Stay true to canon and canon implications.

Adrigami/DJWifi double date, Alya means well but doesn’t know everything

Wordbuilding: of course the Ladyblog isn’t the only website ever, bad rival, Daily Bugle pun.

Not hating someone doesn’t mean you should be with them.

Hints of Adrigami friendship again, relief at avoiding romance.

Food at Kagami’s, cooker, formally perfect but not personal

Marinette and Barkk, closer to their goal

The Turtle Pearl bracelet: a shield, a great way to show feeling of danger, symbol of love

Kagami is the one to kiss Marinette on the cheek this time

Chapter 10:

Tomoe is a bad instructor episode 100

In which Adrien proves himself to truly be also Chat Noir, i.e. unable to understand personal barriers and entitlement. Still Kagami’s POV. He doesn’t think he’s doing anything wrong, insistence≠playfulness. certainly won’t apologise

The bike motive again. Scenic road and conversation

Going to Orsay, definitely a date!

Chat Noir was moody during akuma crisis because of course he was.

Chapter 11:

Adrigami “break”, Adrien sucks at admitting that he’s anything but perfect and being confronted with that.

Kagami bluntness.

Adrigami isn’t about Adrigami, it’s about the Tsurugi family’s status and Tomoe terrified of consequences. Attacking the room instead of Kagami herself.

The Turtle Pearl glows when wearer feels endangered or imminent danger

The museum pictures, the two of them together

Aquarium date?

“Voice of reason” isn’t the voice of reason at all.

Barkk is in the bag, smells everything

Chapter 12:

Kagami as Tomoe’s messenger

Agreste mansion as a mausoleum, setting up the geography, security cameras, cold. Painting of Émilie, goal is near

Nathalie being extremely good at pretending she didn’t just knock that kid unconscious months ago, she’s awful and it’s great.

Marinette internship, Gabriel wears a bowtie… Resembles a butterfly.

Barkk in the bag, smells everything.

Stressful phone call, feels feverish, it’s him and that’s undeniable.

Marinette the detective.

“Thanks for being there for me”

“Thank you for trusting me so much”

Having dinner with Hawk Moth, it’s awful and stressful

No more chair/rose

Adrien is miserable but not aggressive. Building up to final fight

Chapter 13:

Meet the Dupain-Chengs, short, awkward, sweet moment

Marinette’s room, perfectly clean

From creepy stalker to detective, without downplaying the former or overplaying the latter

The two are complementary, very concrete things, 

The plan: catch Hawk Moth red-handed, take it outside and expose him to the world

How the Kwami Pearls work: just like the Miraculouses themselves, feeding off the host, only more brutal. Marinette trying to reassure Kagami

Re-explain Turtle Pearl and other powers, illusion, thunder, time-rewind and portal

Gabriel owns original Degas painting since they are both assholes

Adrien/Chat still not great at all

Ice-cream but no biphobia/lesbophobia this time, just a regular shop suggested by Juleka.

The Pont des Arts, no more locks, just like in real life.

The confession, the kiss: consent and everything is right, but also desperate. Marinette really wants to do it well.

Longg is back, also, hype

Side note: I cried writing this one.

Chapters 14-15

Ryuko infiltrating the mansion, all in the details

I hate that Hawk Moth’s lair is an actual real physical space in the show, but if this needs to be material, then so be it. He was allowed to turn his house into that because he got help from the Mayor/Audrey.

Chat Noir can’t fight, near breakdown.

Nathalie knew. Remake of first fight, only Ryuko has clear upper hand.

Having missiles in your house isn’t a good idea.

The Turtle Pearl serves its purpose at last, 

Gabriel mostly defeats himself on his own, hubris, the whole extent of his power dynamic with Nathalie

Going back to the Champ de Mars, 

Teamwork, taking the butterfly down. Chat Noir rejects his father entirely, cataclysm-ed akuma.

The mansion again, entirely destroyed, paintings of Émilie burning. Spell book and tablet recovered.

Chapter 16:

Taking the big bad down is useless if you don’t take down the power structures that allowed him to strive in the first place. Killing Voldemort only solves that much.

Discovering it all on a phone screen, shut-in

ACAB no matter your gender

They are just following orders and happy to do so, and Gabriel still has some power over them

Tomoe plays by the rules, even though these rules are awful

Kagami’s anger

Chapter 17:

Aquarium date, aquarium date! Fish facts

Kagami’s anger still, doesn’t die out, render it through environment and senses

Water as a healing motive, fish facts

Hot outside - cold inside, ice-cream

Kagami nearly blows out because of kids after being slightly soothed

The power of love is strong but it can’t solve everything.

Additional note: someone in the comments asked me if Kagami had ASD, and the answer is, I don’t know, you tell me! If you think she is on the spectrum, then she is!

Addressing Kagami being closeted, because there’s simply no other way. This isn’t good. Having to live hidden out of fear isn’t good..

The bike motive, + ice cream

Kagami uses the word “lesbian” for the first time to describe her own experience.

Chapter 18:

Tomoe has feelings and these feelings suck. Under the guise of rules, abuse.

Kagami fighting back.

Power is material, through connections and money, nothing that can’t be bought

Kagami’s first demonstration, don’t make it too violent but still ACAB

Nino and Alya as reporters, Julerose and Luka seasoned protestors

The Palais de Justice’s gilded gates are closed vs the crowd

Marinette using her powers for something other than Hawk Moth, strong stance but also still a 15 yo kid’s understanding of the situation

Chapters 19-20:

No tanabata because Tomoe is terrible

The rooftop terrace at last, more Marigami wholesomeness

Dupain-Cheng house vs Tsurugi house, the furniture and dishes, the meal, more Tom and Sabine

Marinette has been cut from her Chinese heritage, exploring that (callback to Mandarin app, chapter 1) and bitterness of it

Adrien moving on in England, still Plagg with him, he’ll become a rich prep boy

Marinette as a Guardians, her own spell book

Duusuu is devouring Émilie’s soul and neither Marinette nor Kagami knows

Françoise Dupont at night, fencing classes, Marinette moves like Ladybug

The future: it is bright but bittersweet, let’s talk about it together

And there was only one bed

Oh, to cuddle with your girlfriend in her bed for the first time

Watching the sun rise together, calm breakfast

Side note: I also cried writing this one.

Chapter 21, epilogue

A new beginning

Kagami turning her back on her mother almost entirely

The bike motive, but Kagami no longer needs Marinette to show her the way now

New school, familiar faces but not only

An ordinary bracelet for Marinette, but proof of love despite everything

End on their hands.

[sunlightdances]

Public Relations (Bucky x Reader Oneshot)

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader Prompt: “I’m a woman with a brain and reasonable ability” Author’s Note: Written for @captain-kelli​’s 500 Fam Writing Challenge! Congrats, Kelli, and thank you for hosting! Takes place post-Endgame, but with some adjustments to canon (Tony and Nat are alive, Steve stayed). This has a lot more dialogue than I initially planned! Hope it’s not too choppy. My love of commas is also evident in this piece. *shrug emoji* Disclaimer: I don’t own Bucky, Marvel, or any other related characters or events. The other details of the plot are mine, including the characterization of the “reader”. Please don’t post my work on any other sites without my permission! If you liked what you read, please consider reblogging to help my work be seen. I would love you forever!

Let’s clear one thing up straight away: Bucky Barnes is not an asshole. He has a chip on his shoulder, sure, and it’s also true that he can be grumpy from time to time.

But can you blame him, really?

His life after age 26 has been one giant shit show that he’s just starting to get back on track, so he thinks the world at large could forgive him if he’s not super nice to the reporter hanging around outside the coffee shop or if his resting face sometimes looks like he wants to punch someone.

Still - he’s working on it. Trying to appear a little softer around the edges, trying to remember how to be the person he once was, not because he thinks it’s healthy to try to go back to that time, but because that’s the last time he actually remembers liking himself.

But, again, he’s not an asshole. Or, he tries really hard not to be. A fact he has to keep reminding his friends of (and he uses that word loosely, sometimes), especially when you’re around.

Everything just comes out of his mouth wrong when you’re there.

Probably because you’re around all the time, and you’re smart, and funny, and pretty, and-- nope. He’s not going there. Because reminding himself all the reasons why he likes you just makes him feel more guilty about the way he acts around you. He’s just too chickenshit to admit that he likes you, and ends up being a dick.

As soon as he walks into the Tower, you’re there.

After Thanos, the Avengers returned to New York City. There’s not much left of the Compound upstate to live in right now until the rebuild is done, and he’d been thinking about Brooklyn anyway. Manhattan is different, but he feels better in the city. He thinks the rest of the team likes it here too - it reminds them of the old days, or whatever.

“Sergeant Barnes,” you greet him coolly, matching his stride as he heads towards the elevator. “There’s a meeting in fifteen minutes in the main conference room.”

Bucky makes a noise of acknowledgement, stepping into the elevator and hitting the button for the tenth floor. “Do I have a choice to attend?”

“No you do not.”

“Great.”

He thinks you’re trying not to smile. He grinds his teeth.

“Good afternoon, Sergeant Barnes,” FRIDAY’s voice comes through the overhead speaker. “Captain Rogers requests that you, and I quote, don’t even think about it.”

You snort, and Bucky rolls his eyes. “Punk,” he whispers. “Thanks, FRIDAY. Tell Captain Rogers I said, and I quote, to shove it--”

“Thanks, FRIDAY,” you interrupt, “Thank you so much.”

The few remaining minutes in the elevator are in silence, and you push your way out of the elevator before he can even take a step when it stops. Bucky follows you reluctantly to the conference room where some of the rest of the team is waiting.

Nat looks barely awake (she has trouble sleeping after literally coming back from the dead when Steve returned the stones, what a shocker), Sam is spinning in his chair, and Steve is patiently listening to Peter prattle on about some project he’s working on for biology.

“We’re just waiting on Tony, Bruce, and Scott,” you say, heading towards the head of the table. “Wanda is on a mission with Clint, and Thor is off world. No word from Carol in a few days, either.”

Steve waves you off. “Don’t worry about it. We can fill them in later.”

Bucky’s brow furrows. “Wait, this is your meeting?” He asks you. “What was the point of the AI-assisted lecture from you--” he pointedly glares at Steve.

“Because I knew you’d try to get out of it, so I asked for some help.” You smile sweetly at him.

The rest of the team files in over the next few minutes, and Bucky watches as you shuffle through a few papers before turning on the overhead projector. He has to admit, while he absolutely despises public relations, he has a lot of respect for what you do.

He knows it’s not easy wrangling Tony’s ambitions plus whatever manic situations the team get themselves in on a daily basis. Trying to do press for the Avengers is probably akin to wrangling cats, he supposes.

“So,” you clap your hands together, “the event at Children’s Hospital is in two weeks. Can we please, please avoid any earth-threatening situations that might take precedence over this? We missed it the last few years, obviously, so we need to get out there and make some kids happy.”

A murmured agreement goes throughout the room, and Bucky tips back in his chair, counting down the minutes until he can go literally anywhere else. It’s not you, really. It’s the idea of public appearances. He hates them. People still think of him based on who he was, not who he is now. Despite the fact that Steve and the rest of the team have publicly vouched for him and are working on clearing his name, he sees how people look at him.

You’re tied to that feeling, even though he knows that isn’t fair. He has a hard time separating you from your job.

“The next thing -- and I don’t want to hear about it --” You look around, eyes landing on him meaningfully, “-- there’s a magazine feature for the anniversary of the Battle of New York.”

“Well, that’s me off the hook,” Bucky says flippantly, grinning smugly at Sam, who high fives him.

“No, it absolutely doesn’t,” you argue.

“I wasn’t there, in case you forgot.”

You glare. “Thank you for the reminder.”

“Guys--” Steve tries to interrupt.

“You have to participate, because this article is about the team and how it’s grown since the inception of the Avengers.” You say, almost sounding bored. Probably because you and Bucky have this argument at least once a week.

“Bucky, it’s an hour.” Steve says gently, trying to barter.

“Whatever.” Bucky grumbles, “You know what they’re going to ask,” he says, suddenly angry. “Where was the elusive Winter Soldier during the Battle of New York? Do I remember it happening, or was I in the middle of being frozen or wiped for the thousandth time?”

You shift your weight, looking down at the floor. He feels guilty for a half second. “I won’t let them ask.”

His heart thuds weirdly in his chest at how earnest you sound, but he just can’t help himself, apparently. “Because you’re so sure they’re going to listen to you.”

Hurt flashes across your face so quickly he thinks he’s imagined it, but he knows he hasn’t. Again - he’s not usually an asshole. He still hates himself for it, though.

“Alright, we’re done here.” You say quietly, gathering your paperwork. “I’ll email you all the details.”

Sam elbows him, and across the table, Steve is giving Bucky a look that he’s come to associate with a lecture.

He sighs and rolls his eyes before getting up and heading out of the room, his friends at his heels.

“Wow, a five minute meeting,” Sam is saying, sarcastically. “Gotta be a new record, don’t you think, Rogers?”

Bucky’s new plan is to ignore Sam at all costs. It’s not a plan he thinks is going to work out in his favor, but it’s what he’s sticking with.

“You can’t ignore me forever.”

“Are you a mind reader?” Bucky asks, hitting the button in the elevator for the residential floors.

“It’s two events, Buck.” Steve sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You can handle it.”

“Yeah? Why don’t I let you field the questions I normally get, and we’ll see how you like it.”

“I’m not doubting you. I just don’t understand why you always have to take it out on her.” Steve’s voice is so disappointed, Bucky almost wants to laugh. When his best friend turned into such a mother hen, he’ll never know.

“Don’t be late!” Sam calls as Bucky gets off on his floor, leaving the other men in the elevator.

Flipping him off over his shoulder, he hears Sam’s chuckle and Steve’s sigh before the doors close, and finally he’s alone with his thoughts.

.

.

.

Turns out the interview happens before the hospital visit.

Bucky is in an uncomfortable chair, a reporter across from him, and you behind the reporter, fidgeting slightly. He feels almost relieved that you seem to be as nervous as he is.

“Mr. Barnes,” the reporter begins, a smile Bucky already hates on his face.

“It’s Sergeant.” You say quietly from behind him, and Bucky meets your eyes briefly, seeing the resolve there.

“Of course.” The reporter says smoothly, offering another smile to Bucky. “Sergeant Barnes, you weren’t in New York for the Chitauri invasion, were you.”

“No.”

If the reporter thought he’d elaborate, he doesn’t let on. Bucky saw these questions coming a mile away, and isn’t going to give anyone the satisfaction of saying something he’ll regret. Well, he won’t regret it. But it’ll be a pain in the ass for everyone if he can’t keep his cool.

“This was the first official Avengers event. Do you remember hearing about it?”

Bucky wants to laugh. “Do I remember-- no. I don’t think I was awake for much of 2012.” You fidget again, shifting your weight, and Bucky sighs, grinding his teeth. “I’ve been fully briefed on the invasion and know that what the Avengers did that day saved the world.”

The reporter looks at him for a long moment before shifting the papers on his lap around a bit. “The Avengers have changed a lot in all those years since that first mission. Can you tell me a bit more about your role with the team?”

Bucky relaxes a bit. This is the part he prepped for, the part he could recite in his sleep if he had to. Whatever instinct he had back in the day that allowed him to lead a unit and report to his CO is still there, especially for questions like this. “I work mainly with Captain Rogers and Sam Wilson to coordinate missions and do strategic planning. Recon and research are my main areas of focus, but I go on missions too if needed as backup, or if it’s an all hands on deck situation.”

“So you’re not handling any weapons?”

Bucky blinks. Over the reporter’s shoulder, you frown.

“All Avengers team members undergo weapons training.”

“During the War, you were a sniper with the 107th, correct?”

“Yes.”

“So you’d say that you’re pretty proficient with a gun?”

Your eyes are flashing now. “I’m sorry - none of this was on the list of pre-approved questions.” You interrupt, and the reporter holds up a hand to stop you, causing you to make an affronted face.

Bucky would laugh if he wasn’t feeling so sick at this turn of questioning. Every time. No matter who they vet, no matter how many times reporters insist they aren’t trying to catch him in a question he can’t or doesn’t want to answer… this is why he hates interviews.

“I’m just saying -- you’re one of the world’s most accomplished assassins. I guess I wanted to know why you’re doing research and recon when you could be on the front lines with the team? Are they worried you’ll have a setback?”

Bucky barks out a laugh.

You start, taking a few steps forward. “That’s enough. We’re done here.”

Bucky’s already standing, pulling out the chair from behind him as you come around to follow him out, until the reporter stops you, a hand firm on your elbow. You freeze, and Bucky’s eyes narrow on the point of contact, an unfamiliar feeling surging through him.

“Do you know who I work for?” The reporter hisses. “You told me I’d have a half hour.”

“That was before I knew you were going to ask questions that have nothing to do with your article.” You reply, face darkening when he still hasn’t let go.

Bucky waits, waits for one more sign that you’re uncomfortable before he steps in.

“If you ever want to get another high profile piece done on your team you’ll let me finish here.” He threatens, hand tightening.

You sigh, almost looking bored, and in one swift move, you’ve shifted enough of your weight to turn, pulled the elbow he was holding out of his grasp, and driven it into his ribs, simultaneously kneeing him in the groin.

Bucky’s eyebrows raise, and you look at him, rolling your eyes. “What?”

“Didn’t know you had it in you,” he says, letting a smile slip out so you know he’s kidding.

The reporter is doubled over, still making threats, but neither of you pay him much attention as you walk out the double doors of the conference room in the unfamiliar magazine office, heading towards the lobby.

In the car that’s waiting for you outside, Bucky watches you carefully as you roll your shoulders a bit, clearly smarting from the move you pulled back there.

“If I would have known you could do that, I would have been a little nicer,” he teases, but there’s an undercurrent of truth to his words. Not that he thought he’d ever piss you off enough for you to hurt him, but that he wishes he was nicer to you in general.

You glance at him, face neutral. “It wasn’t that hard. Everyone who works for the Avengers goes through basic self defense training, and I’m a woman with a brain and reasonable ability.”

Bucky nods. “Still. Thank you, by the way, for putting an end to that.”

You sigh, sitting back in your seat, all the fight leaving you. “It’s nothing.” You dig your phone out of your pocket and he watches as your thumbs fly across the screen before you hold it to your ear. “Hi, Steve.” A pause, “No, that’s cancelled. You’re not doing it. Tell Tony I’m cancelling the rest of the interviews. We’ll find some other place to get it published.”

He knows he’s staring and he knows he should stop before you notice, but he just… can’t take his eyes off you. The way you stood up for him, the way you promised him you would even when he was being a total asshole… he has no idea what he did to deserve it, but he’s damn grateful.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You ask, your tone softer than he’s ever heard it.”

He shakes his head, looking down at his feet. “No reason. Just-- sorry I’m such a dick sometimes.”

You laugh, and he immediately wants to hear it again.

“I mean it,” he continues, “I don’t mean to be. You don’t deserve it.”

“Bucky.” Your voice is even softer, quiet, and he struggles to think if you’ve ever called him by his name before. You wait until he meets your eyes. “It’s fine. We’re all-- just trying to get through this.” You shrug. “I know it’s not easy for you. Just… Trust me sometimes, will you?”

“I do trust you.” He replies immediately, absolutely sure of himself for once.

It’s your turn to be a little surprised.

He rubs his hands together, a nervous tick he’s never gotten rid of. “I’ve been trying to distance myself because I like you. And that honestly scares the shit out of me. I don’t know--” He stops, frustrated. “I don’t know how to do this anymore. And all I keep thinking about is what could go wrong.” He takes a chance and glances up at you, and the look in your eyes… it’s more than he expected. He feels his heart take off in his chest.

“We’re both so stupid, Bucky.” You tell him, but your words are light. “You should have said something.”

He rolls his eyes. “People always say that. But when has a conversation like this one ever been one that someone wants to have?”

“Maybe when the other person feels the same way?”

Bucky can’t breathe. He never even considered it. It was always a forgone conclusion in his mind. He thinks you’re beautiful, and you never think about him at all. That was always the truth that he thought he knew. “Go out with me.” He blurts, and then feels his face redden. “I mean-- let me-- will you let me take you to dinner?”

The car stops in front of the tower and you’re opening the door before you say anything, making him panic a little. A look over your shoulder, “I’ll see if I can pencil you in somewhere.” You say, and then with a wink, you’re gone, leaving him scrambling to get out of the car to catch up to you.

Before you can, Steve is there, a shit-eating grin on his face.

“Not now--”

“Can’t help it. She called a meeting.”

Bucky stops in his tracks, and laughs. “Did she.”

“She must know how much you love them. Come on.”

Upstairs he finds his usual seat next to Sam and across from Steve, but when you gather your notes and meet his eyes, yours absolutely sparkling, he finds he’s not dreading this one at all. He still wants to take you to dinner though, so he might have to try to break his own record.

A 5 minute meeting so he can convince you to go on a date with him? He thinks he can swing it.

End

[clumsyclifford]

bella I would love a directors cut on literally any of the rilex you’ve written, but specifically it’s always her, and you, and me, or for these days you’ve been stuck in my brain 💙

OHHHHHH those are some CHOICESSSSSS lucy. fuck yeah. let’s get into it. ill link them both here but we’ll take em one at a time

it’s always her, and me, you

these days you’ve been stuck in my brain

here’s a cut for convenience cos i KNOW i’m gonna go long here.

okay! let’s start with the rilisex fic.

it’s always her, and me, and you

so like it says in the ao3 notes, this fic came from realizing just how frequently rian and alex kiss each other like, all the time? just? casually? for funsies? this was another one of those situations like i mentioned where the hook aka first line (“Rian's no expert, but he doesn't think normal friends kiss this much.”) just appeared in my head and i was like heyyy that’s a GOOD first line. i have to build from that line. that’s the hook, that’s the summary, that’s the core. 

something i discovered upon searching through the editing history of the doc: i had originally sort of intended to go a direction with this where in some other circumstance, rian would see alex giving jack a super casual friendly kiss and he’d get all sad/jealous and be like sure why SHOULDNT alex kiss jack after all its just a thing he does with his FRIENDS. but the fic ended up going a different way and honestly? im glad. i like this way better.

the role of singin in the rain in this fic actually has a HILARIOUS backstory because the night i originally wrote that conversation in the tour bus kitchen, i went into the club and said the following

and then. the next day. rian streamed with ricky, and i asked if he’d ever seen singin in the rain, and he ANSWERED ME and said he hadn’t. so first of all i had already written the scene and i then had to rewrite it to make it so rian wouldn’t have seen it but also!!! i literally asked rian fucking dawson if he’d seen a movie for the sole reason of using that information for fanfiction!!!! and he provided me with the information i needed!!!! whole thing is just fucking hysterical to me. ANYWAY.

ANYWAY, the other reason why sitr has such a big role in the fic is because megs and i watched the movie together while i was in the middle of working on the fic, so it was extremely fresh in my mind. in fact i can probably show you this: i had this comment left for myself when i was kind of trying to figure out if i could make a real metaphor of sorts with the sitr ot3 and the Big Three of this fic. some of this ended up in rian’s wild musings in the hotel scene but i did conclude that it wouldn’t really have worked and that was definitely true but anyway. fuck it, director’s cut, here’s the kind of shit i leave for myself to refer to

so that’s part of the reason why it became such a puzzle piece of this fic, but real talk, it’s also just because i love singin in the rain it’s one of my favorite movies lmao

briefly gonna also touch on lisa and why she’s in this fic because i realize that rian/alex/lisa is an interesting approach to rilex! first of all, i love lisa. i love alex and lisa. and it occurred to me that there was really no reason to split lisex up just to make rilex happen. plus there’s this tweet that really just pushed me over the edge of being like yeah, rilisex is extremely plausible. so that’s that on that.

as for the scene in the hotel room while they’re watching sitr, there is a small piece of that scene - from when alex starts kissing rian’s shoulders etc to “it would defy the laws of nature not to” - that i actually wrote before anything else in that scene. that small piece got stretched out and edited quite a bit from how it started but it did function as a sort of foundation around which i built the rest of the scene, because that small section sort of ~came to me~ absolutely out of nowhere, and i really liked the Vibe it had and i wanted to include it. i THINK that was the only piece of this fic that i wrote Out Of Order - for the most part this was written chronologically.

ALSO!!! omg this is exciting, this fic actually has a deleted scene!!!!!! i hate cutting scenes but i also hate having scenes that are less than 1k and this one didn’t really contribute much to the fic. i can probably share it here right? sure why not ! hopefully you can read this. it originally took place after the scene where alex and rian call lisa for the first time. the question of “what gets left into interview videos and what gets cut” is also just interesting to me as a (fic) concept in general so...eyes emoji, but here’s my mini-exploration that i cut from the original fic. enjoy lol it’s silly <3

oh! also one more thing!! the very final scene was included for two reasons. the first reason being that when i write getting-together fics, i really prefer to add on a scene After they Get Together because i love to write domestic established relationship stuff and i think that’s a satisfying reward for a reader who’s just slogged through all the mutual pining and bullshit to get the characters together. but the OTHER reason is that i got an anon (here it is!) and i read that ask and was immediately like well shit. now i have to fucking include this. for the anon and for myself. so you can thank that anon for that last scene. (also i wanted to include merrikat especially since i had to cut their little moment in the interview scene above.)

so....................whew. i think i’ve bled that fic dry. holy shit that’s a lot of Stuff. OKAY! let’s move on.

~

these days you’ve been stuck in my brain

so!!! THIS fic was the breakthrough after (what felt like) a long bout of writer’s block. long for me was maybe two weeks, but i am the kind of person who is always writing, and two weeks was a long time to go with little to no inspiration/motivation to write anything. i had also been in a weird narrative headspace because i’d been binge-watching disney shows (jessie > austin and ally > girl meets world) and i don’t know how well i can explain this but the way those shows are written is a lot snappier and cares way less for realistic and consistent character development or plots or relationships, and so i was stuck between caring a lot about including those things in my fics but also being unable to conceptualize them in writing because my brain was in Disney Writing Mode. does that make sense? this is rhetorical so let’s go with yes. so anyway. i was in a slump

actually what i ended up doing was basically googling something like “au prompts tumblr” or something and just scrolling through posts. i saw something about soulmate telepathy and i actually tried to write something totally different before i wrote this one, but the first attempt was a different concept and then the direction i took it was like......it wasn’t quite right and i realized that i was kind of writing dark disney style? there is really no way for me to explain what i mean by that because it seems really obvious to me but that’s just because i’m inside my own head so just take my word. 

anyway. attempt #1 of soulmate telepathy rilex went poorly, and this fic was attempt #2. i kinda took the soulmate telepathy thing and changed it as i saw fit and i also went back to skim helen’s telepathy fic because obviously she’s the pro and then i tried not to steal her ideas. and as i was writing it i kinda realized i was doing the whole quirky funny best friend character with jack and also doing the whole “somehow this not-very-dramatic situation with teenagers is treated as The Most Dramatic Thing Ever and that’s totally normal and nobody finds it strange” disney trope with rian and alex being soulmates and i was like (deep sigh) i have to accept that no matter how much i try to fight this, this fic is going to be tainted with disney. and that’s life

on top of that i will add that the real-life rilex were extremely inspiring during the two-day period during which i wrote this fic, because that was when the once in a lifetime video came out and in the brief pre-video livestream rilex were Beyond Married and that definitely helped in the writing of fic rilex!

hmmmm what can i tell you about this fic itself.................honestly, i don’t think there’s much to tell! rian is a band kid because in real life rian was a band kid and he’s staff manager at rita’s just like he was in real life. there is truthfully not a lot to unpack here that i can think of!

oh here’s something i guess: rian and alex go on a date in this fic! that is because watching So Much Disney made me realize that i often forget the fact that people just. go on dates. sometimes. look i clearly do not have an active romantic life but i also really liked the idea of alex and rian going on a date despite not knowing if they’d be soulmates or not and liking each other organically just by getting to know each other, rather than being victim to the whole soulmate thing. like i wanted them to build a connection so that they would want to be soulmates. and then the audience would want that for them too. stakes!! very important.

i can tell you i had a mild crisis over the title of the fic because i am not a fan of the word brain and i didnt wanna use that sticky lyric for the title when it had a word i hated but it was objectively a much better title option than the other one i had, which was “sticky just like the song in my head” but i obviously decided on the former and it has not upset me nearly as much as i expected it to so that was the right decision imo

so! i think that’s all on that! sorry (?) that it got so long although then again i don’t know what’s to be expected in a director’s cut for two long fics but thank you for asking me about these, i love them both so very much rilex is so supremely underrated but so very important

[blackestnight]

Stories you want to write...

...but for some reason haven’t yet.

tagged by @dragons-bones! thank you DT! [dusts off my inspo doc]

1.) i really need to finish the “trial fic,” or The One Where Hanami Gets Arrested For Murder. like, i need to write the actual trial, the events of which were referenced in my ffxivwrite fill “alber,” but i’m most excited to write the follow-up, wherein hanami gets to have a lot of juicy conversations with edmont and lucia and aymeric--just not all at once.

2.) i also want to write (but at the same time really do not want to write) the fic wherein hanami has a terrible horrible no good very bad time after the doman refugees arrive in eorzea, gets blackout drunk, and runs into g’raha tia. it (along with the fact that she figured out who was under the exarch hood about three minutes after arriving in norvrandt, because she may not act like it, but she’s very people-smart and has an excellent memory) shapes a lot of her shadowbringers experiences, particularly after mt. gulg.

2a.) related, but square should have made the twinning a trust dungeon with the exarch and lyna and if they won’t give it to me i’ll do it my damn self. someday. maybe.

3.) the blackest night was always meant to be a standalone one-shot, and then the idea for the branded dawn took me out at the kneecaps, and now it’s shaping up to be a five-part series that i’ve been picking away at. part three is about halfway done, part four sort of has an outline, and part five just lives in my head at the moment. but if you like dark knight things, aymeric things, or any combination thereof, hopefully you’ll enjoy those!

4.) the obligatory ‘hanami reunites with aymeric post-5.3′ fic. there will be tears! there will be lots of tender face-touching! they will probably end up curled up on a bed at some point because i have a disease called wanting them to take a damn nap!

5.) hanami is on the bozjan southern front and she really is not happy about it, but since hien very politely volun-told haruki to go as a representative of doma, she’s not about to let her baby brother waltz into a war zone by himself. originally this was just going to be an excuse for her to be a new flavor of grumpy, but since rng was kind to me and i got the gabriel mount i want to find a way to make it a canon mount for her now. maybe she looted it from the castrum? i just want her to have an actual canon mount that can fly, for once, because she doesn’t own chocobos, and her ‘g-bike’ is ground-only.

6.) AU things! i’m almost finished with a prompt response for jayne that goes into hanami and aymeric’s respective Obligatory Tragic TTRPG Backstories in my starfinder au. i’m also saving the remainder of my princess bride au for a rainy day, because it’s goofy and requires very little brainpower. plus i am drafting a long-form fic for a lightning returns au, which i may or may not ever finish (i am bad at longfic), and which...might not be everyone’s cup of tea, mostly because one of my major gripes with lr is that the way lightning “saves” people in the cinematic opening and in gameplay vary wildly. this au has her “saving” people the cinematic way, hence: a lot of major character death. (but not perma-death...probably!)

7.) [this is mildly not-worksafe, mostly for lowbrow humor; continue at your own discretion] i have a subsection in my ideas doc for smutfic, most of which i will probably never write just because it’s not something i feel compelled to do more than once in a blue moon, but the note summaries are kind of hilarious. highlights include “satisfied (nobility obliges remix): aymeric tr(eats) his girl right 😏” (emoji kept intact) and “they wine. they dine. they have a surprisingly good conversation about sexual boundaries and safe practices. and then they FUCK”

there’s more but if i went over every wip or wistful god-i-wish-i-had-time-to-write-this idea i’d be here all day, so: tagging @efrmellifer @windupnamazu @fistsoflightning @safflowerlizard @aethernoise AND anyone else who wants to do it! please tag me, i love reading fic rambles. (and sorry if i double-tagged you!)

[honeymoonjin]

day 11 & 12

With Festa in full swing last week, I feel like I didn’t have a chance to breathe let alone sit down long enough to articulate a review worthy of Day 11. I shall endeavor to do my very best to make up for that here. And, upon reading the start of Day 12, I am actually kinda glad I waited because I think that it gave me time to put both chapters into perspective. 

Day 11 was a very emotional one for Jungkook and I feel like we got to see those emotions coming to a head in this chapter. On the whole, Day 11 was such a fun, lowkey entry that I wasn’t really sure if I would have anything coherent to offer beyond high pitched squealing accompanied by the occasional swoon and cooing. But after seeing the tension and subsequent squabble that transpired at the breakfast table on Day 12, I see that perhaps there was more to ruminate concerning the feelings that Jungkook had experienced in the confessional booth. It’s so interesting from a writers perspective that you chose Jungkook to be the one to reiterate the whole point of the show; he’s younger, thus perhaps conventionally he’s a bit more emotionally immature than the rest of the guys. And yet, from the beginning, none of these guys have ever been portrayed as stereotypical or conventional; you have always expertly reminded the audience that each of the contestants (including our lady!) is more much complex than what meets the eye. It’s one of the things that I love so much about this series; none of the characters are ever “too perfect” and it’s those candid moments of vulnerability or weakness that truly makes this story stand out from a lot of other stories that I read. So to choose Jungkook as the person to make those “bold” comments and to have Namjoon be the one to call him out for being insensitive makes me feel like Jungkook’s response was much more complex than what it seems at glance. Like, it’s pretty obvious that Jungkook likes and respects our lady and perhaps he realized his indiscretion just a little to late but now he’s put on the spot, he’s been called out in front of everyone, and beyond the fact that he probably feels like shit for saying what he said and inadvertently hurting our lady in the process. He’s probably also hella embarrassed. I wonder too if maybe Jungkook is also ashamed that the person who called him out was Namjoon, someone who I want to believe, he respects and perhaps maybe admires a little. And despite the fact that I chuckled a little bit when our lady noticed that Jungkook was “staring at his pancakes like he’s trying to make them burst into flames”, I realized that he might also be both angry and disappointed in himself for his behavior. *sigh* Boy, you were so right all those weeks ago when you said “emotions are messy”. Anyway, that’s my roundabout way of saying, I liked the breakfast scene. Haha! Drama is inevitable; I love that you don’t shy away from presenting conflict for them to overcome. It offers opportunities for character growth and character exploration and I really appreciate that! 

Speaking of character growth, Namjoon got a chance to really flex those skills he acquired from “Hoseok’s School of Sexual Prowess”. That scene left me melting! Melting, I say! I’m not sure if you noticed but I make it a point to not reveal who my actual bias is in these reviews because I feel like I want to give all of the guys a chance to win me over for fan favorite. What I will say though is that you kind of hit on a lot of my personal preferences with Namjoon’s scene. Beyond the fact that the scene was really, really hawt, it fulfilled me on an emotionally intimate level, so it made the scene extra special. Bravo! 

And I suppose Jimin also deserves a standing ovation for that amazing show he put on. Holy smokes that was so hot. From the light banter and quips at the beginning of that scene to Jimin actually owning that entire lounge! And as amazing as the show (plus subsequent private scene with our lady afterwards) was, my favorite bit might be the exchange between Jimin and Hoseok, another scene that filled with tension and new revelations! It might actually be the most fascinating scene because it gave a glimpse at something rather unexpected; something has transpired between Hoseok and Jimin. I might be reading too much into the exchange but it feels as though something has happened away from the cameras between them. Because it feels like there has been a shift from blatant hostility between these two to something more akin to a genuine understanding that this is now a battle for power and control. I could be reaching but I feel like, at the very least, there have been words exchanged between them! It made the scene all the more intriguing! I loved every moment of it. Oh! Speaking of which, what is up with Jin?! When Yoongi asked Jin to speak to Kookie about what had happened that morning, it seemed he was a bit apprehensive to take up the task. I know that there might not be anything more there than just the fact that Jin might not want to be the one to have to broach the subject with Kookie but I feel like there’s more there than what meets the eye as well… my theory is in it’s fetus stage though, so I feel like I’ll hold back on my thoughts concerning Jin for now. And Yoongi, for that matter! I feel like there is something more there as well. AH! Too many theories to juggle! I will let you know what my thoughts are about it once I have gathered more adequate information. 

I still feel guilty for not being able to give you a full length review of Day 11. It really was such a great, light day. Jungkook’s scene left me all hot and bothered to the point where I spent the entirety of the week, searching up Jungkook smut fics to fulfill my Jungkook fix that that chapter evoked in me! Not to mention that the boys getting up to antics for a whiteboard that in the end they didn’t really need just made me all the more baffled by their behavior. It was fun, hilarious and just what I would expect from the guys.

To make up for not having anything for last week, I would like to take the opportunity to tell you about me loving this amazing story so much I nearly force-fed my best friend to read it with me so that I would have someone to fangirl with. Let me tell you a little bit about her. See, she doesn’t consume fanfics with as much verocity as I do. She is a very casual fanfic reader and if she does (which is rare in it of itself) she only ever reads MxM. Period. So when I told her the premises of “The Gentlemen” she was curious enough to read the contestant profiles. But I must say, from Day 1, you had her HOOKED! She would text me screenshots and emoji filled fangirlings in the wee hours of the morning (the only time she had to read at all) every single thing she loved about each chapter and it brings me so much joy that she was really dissecting and appreciating all the little things that I too loved about your story! We would have long, deep discussions about her prompt theories, her favorite members, tiny details that you’ve so expertly woven into the story (like Jimin’s tattoo for example, which is something she is obsessed with, btw) all of her favorite traits that our lady of the house has. It’s been so blissfully fun having this to share with her especially since I have her to thank for getting me into BTS in the first place. So, please know that you have a secret fan of “The Gentlemen” who would like you to know that she has been enjoying herself thoroughly and that she looks forward to your updates just as much as I do now! 

Anyhoo, I think I’ve prattled on long enough. Thank you so much for your continued hard work and dedication to this series! This was such an amazing chapter I cannot wait to see how everything unfolds; it feel as though these last 2 chapters have planted some major seeds (no pun intended!!); I look forward to see what it sows in the coming days. 💜 Jan

Oh my gosh! In all of my ramblings, I forgot to say "shout out to Lady Mango! You go get that stake, girly!" Also, YAY Grandma Park!! Heck, that entire exchange in the bathtub made me uwu so hard my heart is just a pile of mush rn! Also, also!! Jin x Tae is lowkey underrated, so thank you for that! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*✲ﾟ*｡⋆ I lub u so much!! kthnxbye

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i’m not ashamed (okay, maybe a little) to admit that i kinda teared up and did a happy lil dance when i saw the email that you’d sent in a submission fksdjfkds i figured you’d probably been busy with life or with the mountainloads of content bighit is giving us these days so i was content to wait patiently, and it just made it that much more exciting when i saw this come in !

thank you, as always, for being so sweet and articulate and thoughtful in your reviews of the chapters. often you point out things that make so much sense that perhaps i hadn’t even noticed when writing. other times you hit an idea that i’d slipped in right on the nose. 

jungkook definitely is having a pretty tumultuous time on the show. for him, i imagine he feels like he’s the only one having a difficult time ironing out his feelings, or that if anyone else is struggling too, that they’re acting like nothing’s up. i also feel like jungkook’s competitive streak comes through in unexpected ways. of course he feels proud of his sexual prowess and kinda wants to showboat a little bit, but i think there’s an aspect too where he needs to be the one that’s always bolder than the others to assert his position. writing the namkook scene i kind of drew on that feeling where you’re fighting with someone you care about or think highly of, and even as you realise you’re wrong, you don’t want them to think badly of you and so you desperately scramble for a way to come out on top or prove you’re in the right. there’s also def a degree of him trying to convince himself the show is just about sex and that the rest doesn’t matter. he certainly doesn’t feel that way inside, but we see him vouching from that position so fiercely in d12. 

i’m glad you liked the namjoon scene !! one day i’ll figure out your bias fkdsjfksdjk you do such a good job at analysing and discussing everyone equally that it’s difficult >.<

it’s so fascinating to hear your jihope theory that they’ve spoken before. i must keep my silence on the details BUT there will be a very important scene between them coming up in the next few days of the show that i think will really change things between them and also how the readers see them. i’m super excited to write it ! 

beyond that, i’m happy you noticed something about jin in this chapter.... yn and jin still haven’t resolved their issues yet, plus here we are having jin not respond that well to being asked to counsel one of the members, something he always stated he was happy to do,,,,, hmmmm 0.0

i love hearing your theories so much !!! i eagerly await getting new content out so i can see how they shift and change from release to release

and also you really don’t need to feel bad ! there’s never any obligation to write out a long review for every chapter, but you do so anyway and that means a lot to me xx if you’re busy one week you don’t have to force yourself to make time for it. we have over 50 chapters, so we’re in for the long haul ! there’s really no rush

ahhhh that’s so cool to hear about your friend! it always warms my heart hearing stories of people that got their friends to begin reading and stuff, honestly even the thought that people think about tgm outside of reading it blows me away, it feels so special that it’s something y’all wanna share and discuss w your loved ones xx 

YES LADY MANGOOO i love adding little slips of her in the chapters, i know she doesn’t factor into the main story that much but everyone can rest assured that all of the members of the house (okay, and probably our three on-site producers too) spend a lot of time with her, walking her and cuddling her and playing with her. tae is probably currently trying to teach her some commands, but of course the only one she’s got the hang of is lie down jskfjsd

(finally YES taejin is such an underrated duo i love them)

[loveurn]

for you.

@principalles​

it’s the pause first. it’s definitely the pause first. 

taeyang hears the click and the turn in the lock, hyunshik having already gotten used to his door. he hears how low it is and takes note of the time on his phone, the text messages left unread and the past few days. he’s worked a double and this afternoon is his only time to sleep before covering a night shift. they still get time together but because taeyang didn’t respond to the last few texts hyunshik must be trying not to wake him.

taeyang is still currently - curled under the covers and that warmth simply can’t compare to what he gets at that simple realization alone. he huddles closer, slips his phone snug under his knee and waits for the steps and the shuffles to follow. the shuffles that only affirm that hyunshik is trying to be quiet.

sometimes he’ll shuffle around in the kitchen, head to the shower to ‘wash the coffee smell off’ or head straight to the bedroom and curl beside him. depending on the level of sleep taeyang’s in, they’ll talk about their day, drone on about meaningful things, boring things anything that sits in the air between them before they drift off again. 

it’s looking like that’s the route hyunshik’s going and taeyang has half a mind to make a noise to alert him that he’s in the living room. the time he’s spent sleeping in the living room hasn’t decreased but there’s higher fluctuations, he almost spends as much time in his bedroom now and it’s a record. hyunshik says it has nothing to do with him but - well taeyang thinks otherwise.

he doesn’t have to do much though, the plethora of candles lighting up the space around him are enough to catch hyunshik’s attention. that’s when taeyang gets the look next.

it’s not easy to catch hyunshik off-guard, he’s got reflexes that have probably saved employees and taeyang several times in the shop. he’s probably more in-tune with the world around them than taeyang could ever be but it’s part of his charm. where taeyang might look like he’s floating, stuck between the conversation and clouds in and out of his head, hyunshik’s a bit more piercing, a bit more attentive. it’s a gaze that manages to be all-encompassing but still far away. nowadays when taeyang catches it he knows that it’s not wandering. he sees the softness around the edges, and where hyunshik is usually expressive by choice, the expressions that seem to pop out every now and then are worth the time they took to coax out.

like now when taeyang sees the visible confusion as the door closes and hyunshik’s face is lit now by the myriad of lights set up in the living room. his brows rise first, his eyes flit around, scan until they fall on taeyang’s frame, still bundled, still waiting and taeyang can see how they settle, how they take him in. he wills himself to stay put and only to show a smile. a smile and maybe just maybe a blanket covered arm reaching towards the older male to beckon him closer.

it’s the smile he gets after that. 

before this, hyunshik had been texting him a series of stories in the form of emojis. little tidbits snuck during tens and slow time in the store outlining how his day had been. with the holiday season drawing closer and closer, customers have been in high demand and even higher entitlement. he’s had a fair share of messages ping his phone throughout the day and he’s done his best to stay up through it all and even more to set this up for when hyunshik came home. 

taeyang doesn’t quite know what prompted it, but he knew he wanted to do something. the texts weren’t desperate they weren’t anything new, hyunshik always has tales about coffee customers to tell him. but there was something - something telling him that today would be a good day to do it. so he set things up, called his sister for the simplest recipe he could muster without interfering with the intermittent naps he knew he’d take during the afternoon. all of that culminated into the cozy space he used to fashion for himself now fashioned for hyunshik. 

he doesn’t have to say much, just open both hands to further push the invitation to the older male and wait. 

‘what’s all this?’

it’s that damned smile, so taeyang can’t respond exactly, just flex his fingers even more, giddiness increasing the more hyunshik moves about, slips off his shoes and makes his way over to the pile of blankets and food.

‘looks like you’re trying to seduce me.’ if taeyang didn’t work so hard on setting up everything, he’d launch a pillow. but hyunshik’s getting closer, and despite how cold it is outside, he’s bringing a warmth that taeyang knows better than any. so he conedes, beacuse his fingers are now brushing fabric, the sleeves of hyunshik’s t-shirt, up and onto the seams, and then underneath the collar. he’s lowering slowly and there’s a kiss there, there has to be but taeyang replaces it with a mug at the last second, the whipped cream he’d timed perfectly staining the tip of hyunshik’s nose.

“i know you’ve been around whipped cream and chai all day but - you need something warm.” all this time together, all the times they’ve kissed, cuddled and taeyang’s brain still sometimes short circuits in the seconds before. in his defense, hyunshik after a long shift is always something to behold, whereas taeyang falls weightless onto the bed, hyunshik is the one ready to grab from him and hold him close. that’s probably where they’d head if the mug didn’t stop him. hyunshik notices because his eyes follow the drop of cream on his nose, to the fluster taeyang hopes the shadows from the candles will hide.

'you’re lucky you’re cute.’ “you’re lucky i’m cute.”

there’s a pause. taeyang gets a lot of those too, but his pauses are him trying to come back from wherever he’s drifted. hyunshik’s pauses are like he’s drifting purposely away, in his thoughts but still centered on things, usually on taeyang himself. it’s unsettling if only by how intense the seconds are, or the air that’s left between them. right now it’s the difference between a mug and their lips, between a smile and a reach, an inch. 

‘yeah i used up all my luck to get you.’

before taeyang can even think up a response - hyunshik’s stealing the kiss that was bound to happen, taeyang’s wiping off the cream and they’re shuffling around until they find a position that’s comfortable. 

“you’re supposed to be the one laying down and relaxing.” said with taeyang’s head in hyunshik’s lap. ‘letting you lay on me is relaxing.’ said with hyunshik completely disregarding his attempts to move.

the thing with this position is taeyang is completely powerless to the angle when hyunshik gives him attention, looking down at him and flooding his senses entirely. taeyang knows this - he dreads this because he’s supposed to be the one letting hyunshik lay in his lap. he was supposed to watch the elder fall asleep within five minutes of a head massage.  “this is cheating. i have to get up and get the food.”

‘you cooked?’ “it’s just fried rice but i know you didn’t eat with how busy it was.” because hyunshik gives him a look like he’s wrong, taeyang stops all movement to stare him down. “i passed by - and saw the line and i knew.” ‘why didn’t you come in?’ it’s said in a whine, in the raspy octave that’s only reserved for the aftermath of long shifts and a hyunshik who is seconds away from stealing taeyang from the rest of the world for a few hours. it’s so darn cute and taeyang won’t fall for it this time.

“i didn’t want to hear that fake greeting before you realized it was me.” hyunshik’s nod is all the confirmation that he’d heard because he’s looking at everything around them. taeyang had been careful with which candles to bring out because he knows the smells can be a bit overwhelming and he’d had quite a few sweet scents that might be too reminiscent of the coffee shop. hyunshik’s surveying and taeyang takes the time to sit up fully and release himself from the hands that were threatening to run through his hair. “and i didn’t want to add to your work load.” ‘but then you come home and do all this.’ “it’s not a lot, it’s like the set up i used to do.” the time spent wondering if it was a good idea took longer than the execution of it. once he started it was an autopilot process, fun nonetheless. hyunshik’s never said much about taeyang’s set up before, he’s always just settled into it when he realized they’d spend the night out here instead. taeyang’s always been the one for big and warm things, he’s often the one doing the wrapping and bundling when hyunshik leaves in the morning. admittedly he was nervous about the reception of this, and hyunshik’s silence doesn’t do much to help.

it might not be the elder’s style, it might be too extravagant or too much taeyang’s thing and it’s the one thing he’d feared. “if it’s too much we can go back--”

it’s not the kiss, it’s more the smile he gets after the kiss, hyunshik’s nose pressed against his. it’s a smile so close, so gentle and so wide taeyang can feel how hyunshik’s cheeks move with it. it’s that, that plus the little nervous shuffles to try and not wake him, to the expressions that passed by as he took it all in, to the warmth and the messages that started it all.

it’s all of this that makes the smile worth it, and the best part of it all. hyunshik’s smiles are always a little playful, childishly happy but they’re so genuine even if they don’t take up his entire face. they read better than any expression he has and taeyang will do anything to see them each time. including letting the male nearly spill the chai on the sheets, disregard the fried rice that’d taken his precious time for and pull him closer, pushing him further into the blankets.

hyunshik says thank you in many ways and many times after that, but the smile is thanks enough. it’s always enough.

[anistarrose]

Nyello If You’re down for it -eye emojis- at those songs that are reminiscent of Same Coin Theory ? It is a rly good theory though like 10/10 thank you sm for making such amazing fics on it sjfjskjfks

Not going to lie, I was hoping someone would ask this so I’d have an excuse to bring it up, because I have ideas. So thank you for giving me a chance to ramble! (Brace yourself for music taste that’s all over the place, though.)

Aside from the obvious We’ll Meet Again, some of the highlights of my Same Coin playlist include:

Lifetime Achievement Award by Lemon Demon:

A song about death and resurrection, plus it just feels like the type of music Bill would listen to. (Might be letting the Bill Cipher=Neil Cicierega association that’s been in my mind since It’s Gonna Get Weird influence this one a little bit.)

Reprehensible by They Might Be Giants:

Honestly, the whole damn song matches so perfectly with how I imagine Stan having nightmares about Bill-related memories, but I feel like this passage in particular speaks for itself:

The record of myUnspeakable crimesIn previous livesIn previous timesIndelibly stainsThe pages of history

You’re at the Party by Lemon Demon:

Just like Bill, it’s all about nightmares and parties and the end of the world, and “a place you’ve seen before you were born” just screams reincarnation to me. Also, the “you are the party/you are the nuisance” always felt fitting for an unpleasant realization about one’s identity.

Head On by Man Man:

yeah so this is one of the ones that makes me just. want to sob uncontrollably

There’s a knock at your doorYou don’t even recognize the strangerIt’s you from before

the first three lines are so perfect for the end of Weirdmageddon and the clash in the mindscape? and then “hold onto your heart/never let nobody take it over” comes in and punches me right in the heart. if I had to summarize SSD with one song other than We’ll Meet Again, it would be this one.

Mr. Blue Sky by ELO:

Okay so, I always associate this one with We’ll Meet Again because of the shared rain and dark clouds vs. bright sun and blue sky symbolism, and “hey you with the pretty face/welcome to the human race!” is so fitting! I always associate Bill with blue in part thanks to his use of blue fire, so when I hear “Mr. Blue Sky, please tell us why/you had to hide away for so long” it makes me think of Bill’s memories kind of laying dormant in Stan for so long, you know?

The Balancer’s Eye by Lord Huron:

We’ve got:

Will I ever be forgiven for the crime of my life?Will it haunt me ’til I die?

and:

Why did learning the truth make me feel worse?Tell me, how does a man change the universe?

which both feel like thoughts a post-realization Stan would have. Poor guy’s got a lot of guilt :’(

Silhouette by Owl City:

I’m sick of the past I can’t eraseA jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can’t retraceThe mountain of things that I still regretIs a vile reminder that I would rather just forget

A single mention of regret is high-key enough for me to start associating a song with this theory, but this is just a really good song in general. Also recurring mentions of fire, and the line “so I watch the summer stars to lead me home” reminds me of Dipper and Mabel, with their star motifs, supporting Stan no matter what and helping him come to terms with his past.

Welcome Home, Son by Radical Face:

This is the particular song that prompted last night’s post about crying over the Same Coin Theory — specifically, the line “the backs of my eyes hum with things I’ve never done” and the later verse about nightmares. (And of course, a mention of sunlight is always going to tempt me to stick something on my SSD playlist.)

That’s not everything on my playlist, but it is everything I can clearly explain my thought process for. Of course, I would absolutely LOVE to hear more suggestions for songs anyone else thinks fit the theory!

[shadowsong26fic]

Coming Attractions!

Because it is, in fact, the first Monday of the month (although it feels much later, lol...)

Precipice:

I got a couple chapters out since my last Coming Attractions post! Buuuuut technically only one in the month of September, soooo ::shrug emoji?::

That being said, while I know I’ve made this claim before, I really do think that the next few chapters should go quicker--they’re a bit more plot-heavy; I already have a good chunk of two of the three (or four, depending on how I divide things up) written...

I feel kinda bad, that we’re probably not going to check in with Bail and Ahsoka for a good long while, because things in the Outer Rim are about to get Plotty. Including technically the conclusion of a thread that’s been running for the past three arcs or so, and introducing one that probably won’t pay off until arc...twelve, I think? Maybe a little earlier. When Boba Fett starts to become a Problem. As he does.

Yeah, the rest of this arc more or less concludes the intertrilogy ‘setting up the Rebellion’ phase of the story, as well as setting up a few key plot points for the Galactic Civil War/OT portion of the trilogy, which will start with Arc Eight and probably break off into its own fic.

(Almost definitely going to have an Arc 7.5, too, covering some things in the intervening six years that won’t quite make it into the main fic due to timing/focus/whatever issues, but I also don’t want to leave in Bonus Content, sooooo there it is.)

And on the subject of Bonus Content! There will be two Bonus Fics coming out in the near future, dealing with the three-year anniversary and hitting 200k on this fic. I am definitely still accepting prompts for those, so feel free to shoot me an ask or whatever!

Anyway, overall, I’m still significantly behind where I want to be, but I think I actually will finish Arc Seven by the end of the calendar year, and then start fresh with Arc Eight and/or Arc 7.5. (Which will be posted out of order and probably alongside arcs eight and nine, which happen in very close succession.)

Other Projects:

I put out a bit of the Epic Crossover RP of DOOM, as well as a teaser/snippet for our faces like a mirror (though probably teeeeechnically outside the bounds of the fic I’m planning to write on that title, still in the same vein/cycle/it’s about Bo-Katan), and a brief Anidala fic that could be the jumping-off point for an AU. I actually got quite a bit of origfic done, thanks to a challenge on rainbowfic! Always nice when that happens. ...I mean, I think I only wrote one moving-the-plot-along story, but there it is.

Still hoping to maybe get some Distaff/Auxiliaries/Devoted!verse/Valdemar AU/AU outlines/maybe some other fandom projects out at some point, but we shall see. I’m still leaning towards at some point maybe reworking For Sorrow Sung or actually getting The Other Battlestar in some kind of working order, plus reviving Serenissima.

...I should also do a Halloween fic, maybe? I was earlier poking at doing an Anidala Orpheus and Eurydice fic, but I’m not sure I could pull that off at this point...any suggestions?

NaNo plans:

I think I’m sticking with what I said last month, though of course that may change as we get closer...meaning, I’m gonna  shoot for 60k. 20-25k devoted to building up a Precipice backlog so I can post chapters more frequently than once a month, about the same devoted to our faces like a mirror, since I really would like to get that finished and possibly use it for next year’s Big Bang (unless I hit upon another idea and/or decide to flesh out Bail Unfucks the Timeline). And then use about 10k to decompress/work on other self-indulgent and/or vanity projects or original fiction.