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badkitty3000 · 7 months

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MY MASTER LIST OF NUMBER FIVE FANFICTION

I write exclusively Number Five Hargreeves fanfiction. If you have any requests for one shots featuring Five x reader-insert or my original characters, please let me know! I am always up for new ideas and would love to hear yours! Use the Ask Me Anything button for requests but please read my rules first *Requests Closed*

The only "rules" I have are as follows ( no judgement to anyone, I just have my preferences):

Five will be aged up to at least 17 or 18 (body wise) or older

Five is an old man underneath it all, so no teenage romances or crushes

No rape/non-con, but dub-con is ok

No ABO, hardcore BDSM, Yandere

I will not be writing any Five/Lila ships, sorry!

*Updated September 2024*

POSTED ON TUMBLR:

One Fateful Day

Five x Single Mom Reader-Insert, 5,000 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five finds friendship and a blossoming romance where he least expected it

Warnings: None

Don't Stand So Close To Me

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 6,700 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five was doing his best to resist you. You were too young for him. Too eager. But when he decided to try and scare you straight, he got a little more than he bargained for. That's when he realized maybe he wasn't as strong as he thought he was.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex, everyone is an adult

World's Collide

Multiple Fives x Multiple Female OCs/Readers, 6,976 words, one-shot, co-authored with @kaybreezy3000

Summary: A steaming hot and humorous deli Five story, and An Ode To All The Fives We’ve Loved Before.

Warnings: Smut, explicit sex

You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird

A platonic!Five x Lila sort of fix it for season four, 2607 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five comforts Lila with a mixture of his usual snark, sweetness, and honesty when she has a major breakdown after being away from her family for so long. NO smut! NO romance! Purely friendship. I do not ship these two!

Warnings: None

Five's Audition Tape

Five x Female OC, 4,179 words, one-shot

Summary: Vivian catches Five singing in the shower and secretly records the evidence. When she's caught, she tries to hide from him, which ends in some major rearranging of their kitchen pantry. What she doesn't know, though, is that their little closet bang is not the private moment they intended.

Warnings: Smut, closet sex

A Company Man

Five, The Handler, 2,415 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: A short one-shot about Five and The Handler when he first got to the commission and how she is the master of manipulation and messing with his mind.

Warnings: None

Breaking The Rules

Five x Plus Size Reader, 8,159 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: You and Five work at the Commission and you're shocked to learn that maybe he doesn't always have a thing for thin girls. He likes you just the way you are.

Warnings: Smut, slight Daddy kink

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Unnamed Female Character, Five x Dolores, 6,078 words, one-shot, reader request (but also already on AO3 with a couple small changes)

Summary: Five is trying his hardest to be in a real relationship with someone that cares about him. When he comes across a familiar face in a thrift shop window, all of his dreams of normalcy are dashed. And he can't help the decades-old feelings that resurface.

Warnings: Smut, Doll fetishization, Five is not in a good place mentally

Tamed

Five x Unnamed Female Character, 8,141 words, reader request, one-shot

Summary: Five is living his retirement dream, but he's still in his 20-year old body, and he's bored with his unexciting life. All that changes after a chance meeting with an "older" woman that thinks she's going to teach him a few things in the bedroom. But she soon realizes that he already knows what he's doing. And just like everything else Number Five does, he does it very very well.

Warnings: Smut, Edging, Physical age difference (older woman, younger man), everyone is an adult

Coercion

Five x Female Reader, 5,202 words, reader request, one-shot

Summary: You and Five are working as trained assassins and you're not exactly happy with him

Warnings: Smut, Sub Five, oral sex, light bondage, light dom/sub

Daddy's Home

Five x Female Reader, 3,273 words, one-shot

Summary: Taken from a longer fic of mine and turned into a reader-insert. Five wants you naked and waiting for him when he gets home.

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

The Contest

Five x Female OC, 5,751 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five and Vivian find themselves under the influence of an aphrodisiac. So, naturally, they turn it into a sexy competition.

Warnings: Explicit sex, masturbation, mutual masturbation, dirty talk

Your Touch

Five x Female OC, 3318 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Cute, fluffy drabbles of Five and his wife and their everyday life of being madly in love. No smut!

Warnings: Swearing

Five Hargreeves NSFW Headcanons

Just a list of random smutty headcanons that I have for Five

Warnings: smut

In Sickness And In Health

Five x Female OC, 4437 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Thank you for the request!! Here's a funny/sweet/smutty one-shot of Five taking care of his sick wife like the sexy softy he is. I hope you enjoy!

Warnings: explicit sex, Daddy kink

No Escape

Five x Female OC, 8045 words, one-shot, reader request

Summary: Five is forced into assassin mode when Vivian is put in danger by another Commission agent. He must not be very smart, though, because no one in their right mind would dare lay a hand on Five's girl.

Warnings: blood, violence, smut at the end but can be skipped and won't affect the story

Room For One More

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, Five x Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7192 words, one-shot

Summary: Five and Klaus head out to the bar to celebrate their birthday. When they catch the eye of the attractive bartender, she decides to give them a very special birthday present. The only catch is they have to share.

Warnings: M/M/F, vaginal sex, anal sex, double penetration

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee -Chapters 1-6

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee-Chapters 7-9

Five x Female Reader, Klaus x Female Reader, 50,497 words, 9 chapters

Summary: You and Klaus are in a casual relationship. No ties, just sex. When you start spending a lot of time at his apartment, you somehow manage to break through his brother's prickly outer shell. He seems to like you, or at least tolerate you the best that Five can. When you start to realize that maybe there is more than just mutual friendship between the two of you, it opens up a lot of feelings and unanswered questions. And a lot of problems.

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Physical Fitness

Five x Female Reader, 2800 words, one-shot

Summary: Five has been distant lately, but you discover all he needs is a good workout to get his mind back on you again

Warnings: Explicit sex, Daddy kink

Lewd Public Acts

Five x Female OC, 7,412 words, one-shot

Summary: Getting busy in a public space with people around? The idea of someone witnessing everything becomes a turn on for Five's wife, and he is definitely up for the challenge. After all, he can never deny her anything. And, let's face it; there might be something in it for him, too.

Warnings: Explicit sex

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Warnings: Sex, little bit of blood kink

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,891 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted, from Five's POV.

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries to hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Warnings: Explicit sex, rough sex

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4,427 words, one-shot, continuation of Addicted and Weak

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

Warnings: Sex

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31, 310 words, 5 chapters

Summary: It's the end of the world and everyone you know is gone. After you find yourself at the Hotel Obsidian, you realize you have something in common with the rest of the remaining population. When Number Five takes a particular interest in you, and your special ability, the evening turns into much more than you expected. The universe may be hours away from imploding, but you and Five are going out with a bang.

Warnings: Explicit sex, praise kink, rough sex, Five is physically 17, reader is 30

Chapters 1 and 2

Chapters 3, 4, 5

All Of My Works On AO3

Halo (Series)

Five x Female OC multi-part series that follows Five and his eventual wife, Vivian, through many stages of their life together. 5 parts total.

All parts in this series rated E for explicit sex.

Halo

First part in series, 25,460 words, 7 chapters

Summary: What starts as a one-night stand eventually turns into a growing romance. Number Five and Vivian are drawn to one another, despite their initial resistance. However, Five's past makes a relationship difficult and she has some issues of her own. Despite an unhealthy codependency, their lives are intertwined. For better or for worse.

Hole In My Soul

Second part in series, 30,903 words, 11 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five now have an established relationship and are in love. She melds easily into the Hargreeves family as Five finally discloses their relationship to his siblings. But some disturbing behavior from Five makes Viv re-evaluate her choices. Will their love for one another be enough when life throws them a curve ball and they have some tough decisions to make?

Just Like Heaven

Third part in series, 25,362 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Vivian and Five have been actively trying to start a family, but to no avail. The stress is wearing on them both and it's affecting their once solid relationship. With the last few months left on Five's Commission contract, he is looking forward to putting that part of his life in the past. However, Viv is soon confronted with a harsh truth that puts their relationship in jeopardy.

Promise To Kill

Fourth part in series, 86,881 words, 12 chapters

Summary: Five is married to the love of his life, with a young son, and the retirement life he always dreamed. Everything is perfect. Which should have been Five's first clue that something was going to go wrong. A new discovery involving his child leads to a horrible family tragedy. The Umbrella Academy has to step up to save the day and Five's family.

Our Forever

Fifth and final part in series, 32,175 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Five's never been great with healthy coping skills. Even after all this time. When he is faced with a horrible tragedy and he doesn't know how to cope, he blames himself, as usual. But this time, it seems it can't be fixed. Until a sudden vision from beyond makes him realize that maybe he can after all.

Five/Vivian One-Shot Series

Five x OC collection of one-shots that show little glimpses into Five and Vivian's life over the years, in no particular order or timeline. 11 works in total.

All works in this series rated E or M for explicit sex/smut (except for one - rated G)

Damaged 3,210 words

Extra Credit 6,436 words

Piece de Resistance aka The French Lady Incident 7,999 words

The New Neighbor 7,136 words

Sharp Dressed Man 5,514 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Coming And Going 5,491 words

Let's Hear It For The Boy 7,508 words

You Are My Constant 19,757 words

Summary: This is technically a one-shot, but it's longer because it depicts Five and Vivian's honeymoon and contains more plot and character development

Lewd Public Acts 7,412 words (posted on Tumblr)

When Number Five Steps Out, He's Gonna Do You In 8,730 words, co-authored by KayBreezy

Take Me To Church 6,465 words

No Escape 8,045 words (posted on Tumblr)

Your Touch 3,361 words (posted on Tumblr) RATED G

Five's Audition Tape 4,179 words (posted on Tumblr)

Works separate from my series:

The Sexual Awakenings Of Mr. Number Five Hargreeves

Five x Various Female OCs, 40,516 words, 8 chapters

Summary: Relatively speaking, it wasn’t that long ago that Five was a total moron when it came to sex, and women in general. Having spent his most formative years isolated and alone, once he was thrown back into society, his lack of experience was obvious.... And even though he tried not to let it bother him, he quickly realized that it did. It bothered him a lot.

Rated E for explicit sex

Nothing's Gonna Stop Us Now

Five x Female OC (unnamed), Five x Dolores, 6,029 words, one-shot

Rated M for smut/sex

The Assassin's Date

Five x Female OC, 59,057 words, 9 chapters

Summary: After saving the world, Five Hargreeves is working as an independent hitman for hire. When a tough and beautiful woman is witness to one of his crimes, the last thing Five wants to do is kill her. Instead, he makes her a deal. If she goes on one date with him, he'll let her live. When she agrees, he can't help but notice that the date might be fake, but his feelings are real.

Rated E for explicit sex

All Apologies

Five, The Hargreeves Siblings, Five x Dolores, 21,892 words, 4 chapters

Summary: All Five had wanted to do was to keep his family safe, and away from their father. As the young Umbrella Academy pull further away from one another, Five desperately tries to make them see that their only chance at a happy life is to get out from under Reginald's rule. His methods of convincing, however, lead to misunderstandings, hurt feelings, and typical Hargreeves drama. Years later, when Five is alone with only Dolores to talk to, he finds himself thinking back on all of his mistakes.

Rated T for teen (language, mentions of masturbation)

The Download

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 31,310 words, 5 chapters (also posted on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

The Text Mess

Five, Klaus, 5,576, one-shot, co-authored by KayBreezy

Summary: With no apocalypse looming, and Reginald gone, left with their powers but not much else, the Hargreeves were finally getting to figure out life on their own terms. Number Five was doing what he always did. He was surviving and doing his best to move on from his traumatic past, though the success of that endeavor was evident in the day-to-day reality of his new self-inflicted dark and lonely existence. And then along came Klaus...

Rated T for teen (sexual references, clothed dick pics)

Full Circle

Five x Female OC, 96,272 words, 14 chapters

Summary: Even without an apocalypse to head off, Five has lived a hard life. Physical and emotional abuse from his father, along with devastating heartbreak; this is all he knows throughout his teenage years. As an adult, he becomes a Mafia Hitman. And not a Hitman with a heart of gold. After years of childhood trauma, Five is willing to kill, no questions asked, for the crime family he works for. When the one person in his life that ever meant anything to him shows up ten years later, he's willing to love and be loved again. But everything comes at a price.

Rated E for explicit sex, threats of rape, violence, child abuse

It's A Wonderful Life, Five Hargreeves

Five x Female OC, 22,594 words, 5 chapters

Summary: Five years after he and his siblings were abandoned by their father, and with no powers, Number Five is visited by his guardian angel. An annoyingly chipper woman that is anything but your typical angel. When he is unable to get rid of her, he finally gives in and she shows him what it means to be grateful for what he has and to stop pushing his family away. Inspired by both A Christmas Carol and It's A Wonderful Life.

Rated E for explicit sex

Addicted

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 3,199 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Sometimes our bodies get a taste of something so good that it's nearly impossible to quit. No matter how bad it is for us. And right now that something is Five Hargreeves.

Rated M for smut/sex

Weak

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.901 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Even Five Hargreeves is no stranger to temptation. He tries so hard to stay away. He wants to do the right thing for once in his life. If not for himself, then for her. But every man has his breaking point.

Rated E for explicit sex

Strength

Five x Female Reader-Insert, 4.917 words, one-shot (also posted on Tumblr)

Summary: Five is finally strong enough to give in to his true feelings and tell you how he feels. You are strong enough to let him.

Rated M for smut/sex

Love In The Time of Cholera and Coffee

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 50,4979 words, 9 chapters

Rated E for explicit sex

Room For One More

Five x Female Reader-Insert, Klaus x Female Reader-Insert, 7,204 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

Tamed

Five x Female OC (unnamed), basically a reader-insert, 8,183 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)

Rated E for explicit sex

You Made It Weird. Real Fucking Weird

Five Hargreeves & Lila Pitts (platonic), 2,632 words, one-shot (also on Tumblr)

Summary: It's been almost seven years since Five and Lila have been stuck in the subway. When Lila has a sudden realization of how much time has passed away from her family, she suffers a major breakdown. Five comforts her in the only way he knows how: a mixture of sweetness, honesty, and his usual snark and attitude.

Five and Lila will always be the greatest of frenemies and nothing more. You cannot convince me otherwise!

Warnings: None! Zero! No Smut Or Romance!

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pascaloverx · 5 months

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To Begin Again

TWO

Summary: You're a new teacher at a large and influential school. It's a risky step for you, as you've been running from your ex for almost two years. But when Dumbledore asks you to take on a class at the renowned Hogwarts, you can't refuse. However, your life as a newly arrived teacher won't be easy. Especially when the other teachers don't seem eager to make friends. Or rather, two teachers in particular: Sirius Black and Remus Lupin.

Author's Note: Welcome, dear readers. Please leave your comments if you enjoy fanfiction. This fanfic takes place almost in the real world (with the addition of werewolves) and is not a wizarding fanfic. There will be some differences and changes in things from the Harry Potter story or other fanfics in the HP universe, but I promise to do my best writing this fanfic. There will be a love triangle coming in this fanfic.

ONE THREE

You open your eyes, feeling a strange pain in your head but relief in your back. You're lying on a very soft bed. But you don't recognize the place; it seems to be someone else's room. There's more light in the room, fewer scattered books. The furniture looks expensive, all in a dark tone. You try to get up from the bed, but you end up staggering. Once again, your body is back on the bed. You think it might be best to go back to sleep until someone shows up. It's exactly at that moment that Sirius enters through the door. He carries a cup and is watching you almost without making any noise.

"How long are you going to keep watching me?" You ask while still lying in bed. Sirius laughs, and you feel relieved that you've broken what could have been an awkward moment between you.

"Is that how you're going to talk to the man who saved you from death twice? I thought you'd know how to be more grateful." Sirius responds as he leans his body against the desk in the room. You sit up in bed, after some effort, and stare at Sirius. He's wearing new, elegant, dark clothes.

"If you're expecting gratitude from me, you'll have to wait until I'm in a better mood. My head is a mess. Did you bring me here?" You wonder how you ended up in Sirius's room. Then you wonder where Remus is. Did you hallucinate meeting someone named Remus? And if he does exist, why did he leave you with Sirius?

"Remus and I. It was teamwork. We didn't want you to get hurt anymore. Before you ask, Remus and I are very close. When you're Lupin's problem, you're my problem too." Sirius then hands you the cup. There's what seems to be herbal tea inside, and you don't waste time asking whether you should drink it or not. You quickly ingest the tea, and almost instantly, you feel relief from the pain in your head.

"I'm grateful and offended at the same time. What do you mean, problem? I'm not a problem for either of you. In fact, I find it rather rude of you to refer to me as a problem." You say as soon as you finish the tea. Apparently, you managed to rise and stand up immediately after getting angry with Sirius. He seems to have a talent for irritating you.

"Hey, hey, hey princess. Relax. I didn't mean to offend you, but let's just say taking care of you was an inconvenience. Remus had to go teach, but today is my day off. A day away from the little ones." Sirius says, smiling slyly. You look into Sirius's eyes and wonder how he can be someone's teacher.

"You're a bit childish for a teacher. Not that I'm saying you're not qualified to teach, but..." you say, being suggestive. You notice he's no longer smiling, which is a pity. His smile is beautiful. As beautiful as he is.

"I'll forgive you for the attitude and offer to take you to the room where you should be going to teach. Right now." Sirius says, somewhat arrogantly, and pretending to be modest. At least, that's what it seems like he's doing.

"How? I just arrived, I can't just already have to teach, can I?" You had no idea that there would already be a class waiting for you. Things at Hogwarts seem to happen too quickly.

"McGonagall doesn't mess around. Apparently, you'll be substituting for my esteemed friend Lily Potter. Her health is fragile at the moment. But enough details. Let's go. The brats are eager to meet you." Sirius says, almost excitedly. Then he puts his hand out in front of you as if he wants you to take his hand. And you hold his hand, which is as cold as winter. But soft; very soft. And then he guides you, holding your hand with some firmness.

"Shouldn't I meet with this McGonagall or Dumbledore? Am I just going to arrive and start teaching?" You speak as you practically run through the corridors behind Sirius. He seems focused.

"McGonagall is busy dealing with a student who locked herself in the bathroom, and now everyone can hear her moans, and many students are nervous about it. As for Dumbledore, he's traveled to a meeting between some influential school directors in London. He won't be back for a few weeks. But trust me, you're in good hands." Sirius says, almost breathless as you're both almost running everywhere. Oh dear, how will you manage to teach after sprinting through almost the entire school at this speed?

"Tell me we've arrived. My feet can't handle climbing another staircase. At this rate, you'll have to carry me." You say, letting go of Sirius's hand for a moment and catching your breath.

"Nice way to flirt with me, but we've arrived. You're new here, they probably tried to intimidate you. I hope you survive. Take good care of my godson. See you later, Y/N." Sirius says quickly, with a playful smirk on his face, and then he disappears. How does he manage to be so fast?

Summoning courage, you enter the classroom. It's a room with an old-fashioned style, furniture made of the finest wood, and several students who look at you as if you've committed a crime.You compose yourself as you walk to the teacher's desk. It's a large desk, with a big book on top of it and a attendance list. You look at the class and notice that the boys who were fighting when you arrived are your students.

"So, students. I'm your substitute teacher. I'll be taking over this class until the previous teacher can return. I hope you'll receive me with the same respect that I'll give to you." You speak in a steady tone, neither too loud nor too soft.

"You hear that, Potter? Now you won't be privileged with high grades just for being the teacher's son. Finally, all of Hogwarts will discover what a loser you are." The boy, whom you believe to be called Draco, speaks almost across the room, addressing the dark-haired boy.

"You continue to delude yourself with your nonsense, Malfoy. If you put half as much effort into studying as you do into trying to belittle me, you'd probably be smarter." Potter speaks, and you just observe them with a serious expression.

"You know what? I think you two need to learn to put your energy into something other than taunts and senseless aggression. Malfoy and Potter, pair up and be the first to do today's class activity. For the other students, pair up as you prefer and start drawing. Today's task for everyone is to draw an animal that represents you as a pair. The best pair will earn extra credit. I suggest that Mr. Malfoy and Mr. Potter showcase their skills if they truly want to measure intelligence." You walk around the room as you write the task on the board and listen to the students forming their pairs. Everyone except the two mortal enemies. Apparently, they really don't want to do this task together.

"Teacher, with all due respect, it's not possible for you to believe that Draco Malfoy and I will do well in this task." Potter says as he adjusts his glasses on his face. He speaks assertively, and you look at him, trying to decide what to respond to him.

"Even though Potter is a fool, he's right. Not to mention that you've just arrived here and are already treating the two of us differently. It's not fair that the others can choose their partners and we have to stay together." Draco speaks, all full of himself, as if he's making a beautiful defense of why he's being unjustly treated. You chuckle lightly.

"I'll be clearer. You're going to work together, you're going to do a good job, and all of this in harmony. Otherwise, neither of you will receive a grade. Now, save all that energy for the beautiful drawing you're going to make. I'll be sitting at my desk waiting to evaluate you and all the other obedient classmates you have." You say, sitting in the comfortable chair designated for the teacher and opening the book on the desk. Malfoy and Potter must have realized that you wouldn't change your mind and decided to pair up. You took attendance, finally discovering that Potter's name is Harry, that the smart girl who draws beautifully is Hermione Granger, and that the boy she's paired with, who spends most of his time distracting her, is named Ron Weasley. Time passes quickly, and soon you're collecting the class's drawings to evaluate later. Draco and Harry did a great job together, but that didn't stop Malfoy from threatening to call his father to the school if you forced him to be near Potter.

"How was your first day?" Remus asks as soon as all your students leave the room for recess, and you stay behind to organize some things.

"A madness. Seriously, I thought my night was a mess, but waking up in Sirius's room in the early afternoon and then coming to teach was insane. Not to mention that the students I separated from a fight this morning are my students. And I think both of them will end up hating me by the end of my time here. And I lost my suitcase. But don't let me overwhelm your ears with my nonsense." You say, feeling lighter when you finish speaking, as if a weight has been lifted off your chest. Remus seems somewhat enchanted by your moment of venting. Or maybe his eyes always look too friendly? The smile is charming too.

"I can try to solve some of your problems. Harry is like a nephew to me, not to mention he's Sirius's godson. I can talk to him about this situation with Malfoy. As for your suitcase, it might be with me. I was walking through the forest a little before I found you in my room, and I saw this strange suitcase there. It was dirty with blood, so I preferred to clean it first, but I can take you to the suitcase. And then, of course, you can have a coffee with me." Remus says in a very sweet way, which leaves you a bit enchanted. For some reason, you feel that being near him is refreshing or comforting, something like that. You can't quite explain it yourself. You feel the impulse to hug him, which is quite strange. But you manage to control yourself.

"I can't refuse an invitation like that, especially when you offer me a solution not only to one but to two of my problems. Lead the way to the cafeteria because I'm dying for a cappuccino." You say, walking with Remus, who is walking quite calmly. Then you go together to the cafeteria, and you feel like you might enjoy your time at Hogwarts, even if it's short-lived.

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bcbdrums · 6 months

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🍓🕯️🔪

"🍓 ⇢ how did you get into writing fanfiction?"

well. one day in 2004 when visiting my cousin in the hospital after her car accident. i missed an episode of Bonanza, due to...you know, being at the hospital. this was back in ye olden days of TV guides, recording things on VCR's, and....no....wikis.... not like we have now. no sites to tell you everything, no screencaps, no youtube... and ye olde dial-up internet days. and anyway.... the TV guide descrip made that episode sound thrilling. and...and i just had to know!

and i knew... i remember, knowing in my heart. that if i went online and tried to find out what happened. i'd never get off the computer again. well, i was right. the short conclusion to this tale is i found specific Bonanza fansites loaded with fanfiction!!! and i devoured it. i wanna say within the same month? i was hand-writing fanfic in spiral notebooks for Bonanza. still have that spiral notebook and that unfinished fic, literally locked in a treasure chest. and i still remember the entire plot, what i planned to do with it... yeah.

no, i never did find out what was in that episode i missed/didn't get to record... like i said, no wikis or anything of that nature... (we had to leave from school that day so i didn't get to go home and program the VCR; i'd not known that morning we'd be going to the hospital later.) and they didn't re-run the episode again... so i've still not seen it... but, i started writing fanfic that summer. a defining moment in my life. and yes, my cousin is well!

"🕯️ ⇢ on a scale from 1 to 10, how much do you enjoy editing? why is that?"

ohhh, hmmm... idk if i could scale it. maybe right in the middle, a 5 or 6? this will make more sense if i describe my process perhaps.

so if i'm really in the writing zone, i just...plow ahead until i'm finished. and then i go back and edit. when i'm "in the zone" oftentimes i don't see things that could genuinely be improved by better phrasing, better language choices... they just elude me cuz i'm so hyperfixated on the story and it's so clear in my head, so, of course it's great on the page! (example: Forfeit was written this way.) usually i then just quickly fix obvious typos/grammar things and toss the fic into the void. then i'll return a few months later when it's no longer fresh, and then see soooo many things that could be better, and depending on my mood i'll go back and heavily edit, or, i won't.

the other process... if i'm not "in the zone" usually i write a few lines, get stuck, and to get myself unstuck i go back and edit what i've done. fixing things, adding things... and usually once those few lines are edited i have the next ones ready to be written in my head. it's a slower process overall.

editing for other people is a whole different ball game. i love doing that (as long as i'm in the mood/have the energy/time) because it helps me refine my writing craft too, in trying to assist someone with a totally different style than mine. it's great. and i've edited/beta-read for so many diff people now with such a variety of styles it's really making me more aware of my own, and how it's changed over the years. and i also just enjoy helping people.

the idea of something getting better just appeals to me i guess. it's a good feeling, it's productive. so in that sense, i enjoy editing. if i feel really stuck on a project, then it can become just another slow-down however. that would be the only negative i suppose.

"🔪 ⇢ what's the weirdest topic you researched for a writing project?"

haha, already answered this in a prior ask but i'll choose a different one.

i spent days learning how to waltz properly. all the techniques, and the process by which one learns... to write one character teaching another character, very, very methodically. and apparently i did it well, i received a comment about it from someone who actually waltzes professionally if i remember correctly who was very pleased with my writing of it! can i waltz? or dance at all? no, no i cannot. but i could probably talk someone else through how to learn!

thank you SO much for the ask!!! ^_^

#ask answer #bonanza #kim possible #drakgo #sherlock #the waltzing was in a sherlock fic

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Medical Hearts - Part 1

A/N: I love Grey's anatomy and I wanted to write something like this - a fanfiction crossover between Grey's and Marvel. Therefore, I have created this world and I am liking it. Of course, I am using a lot of medical references from GA (even using the medical lines). We will see how this goes. I'm going to be taking this easy and write whenever I feel like it. So, let me know what you think. Also, the title sucks, but... whatever.

Pairing: Doctor Bucky Barnes x Doctor Female reader or Doctor Steve Rogers x Doctor Female Reader

Warning: language, medical inaccuracy, mistakes

Words: 1900+

Part 1

Wanda was sitting on a bench with her head between her legs as she tried to wake up and get over the last night. It was a wild one. She knew she was working the next day; she knew she had to be sober, and yet she didn’t listen. Of course, why would she? Natasha, the devil she was, made her drink. And because Wanda was weak, she would easily be convinced by that woman.

Funny how things change. Not long ago, she hated Romanoff. She was known as the dictator, and she even wasn’t the chief of the hospital… only the chief of ortho.

A burst of laughter brought her back to reality and she snapped her head up, noticing Romanoff leaning against the door frame. She was already wearing her dark blue scrubs and a white coat. “You look like shit.”

“Shut up,” Wanda groaned and stood up, trying to get into her light blue scrubs. “I hate you.”

“Nah, you love me. You are just saying in now because you feel like you might die from the alcohol.” As she was about to leave, she said, “by the way, you are on my service today. It’s going to be so much fun.”

Wanda glared at the woman that just left and tried to ignore the rest of the residents as they kept talking around her. If only there was someone between the residents that would be her soulmate. Someone that she could be close to. Natasha was a friend but she wasn’t… it. The other residents were fine.

When she was dressed up, she left the resident’s dressing room and walked down the hall to the nearest reception desk where she collected a tablet and logged into it. People kept walking around her at a slow, relaxed pace.

She wanted coffee - she needed coffee, but her stomach wouldn’t be happy about it. Not now. Sighing, she kept looking at some of the patients that she had to check up with Natasha.

Yawning, her eyes suddenly focused on two people walking from the upper level down. It was the chief, walking with a young woman she didn’t know. Usually, when he was walking with someone, it was a patient or someone who wanted to work in the hospital.

“What is this?” a man appeared by her side and handed her a coffee. “I just hope she’s not Stark’s new plaything.”

Wanda glared at Dr Wilson and grabbed the coffee from his hand. “How long have you been up, Wilson?” she raised a brown. “Because from that shit that’s coming out of your mouth, I guess over thirty hours.”

“For a resident, you are impudent, you know that?” Sam nudged her shoulder. “Romanoff told me you got wasted last night. I’m surprised you were able to come here at all.”

“I suppose word travels fast,” she was annoyed. “I just want to know who she is and then go check on my patients.”

“Why are you two just standing there? Don’t you have work to do?” Stark shouted at both of them once he noticed his staff, just standing there, he had to show them who was the boss.

Sam quickly took off with his cup of coffee. Before Wanda could do the same, Stark stopped her. “Maximoff, this is Y/N Y/L/N, our new resident. She transferred from St. Luke’s. She’s a senior resident, just like you.”

“Hi,” Wanda reached her hand and shook it with the new blood. “Welcome to Stark’s teaching hospital. I am the chief resident here, so if you need anything, you come to me.”

Y/N simply smiled at her and fixed her backpack. Stark used that sentence against Wanda. “Well, chief resident, please, take Ms Y/L/N and show her around and make sure she gets in her scrubs. It’s her first day today,” and then he patted her shoulder. “Welcome, Y/N.”

Stark left them alone and of course, there was immediately an awkward silence. “So,” Wanda started, “I’m going to take you to the resident locker room where you can leave your personal belongings, and change into scrubs. Did Dr Stark assign you to someone?”

Together, they walked through the hallways to the resident locker room. “Uh,” Y/N thought quickly. “No, he didn’t.”

“Alright,” Wanda visibly sighed, defeated. “We’ll figure that out once you are changed.” They stopped before a door and Wanda showed her inside. “Pick a locker and I’ll wait for you outside.”

Y/N nodded with a silent thanks and quickly found herself a locker that would be only hers. She quickly got to work, not wanting to waste anyone’s time. She put her hair in a lower bun and took her stethoscope. This was her first day in a new hospital and she wanted to… well, not screw up.

When she ran out of the locker room, Dr Maximoff was nowhere to be found. “Great,” she sighed. Luckily, her phone started to beep signalizing an incoming trauma. But, where was the ER?

“Oh, excuse me,” she stopped a random doctor that was passing by. “Could you please tell me where can I find the ER? I-I’m sorry, I’m new here.”

He was tall, had broad shoulders and had short blonde hair. “Right, you are the new resident. I’m Dr Rogers, chief of cardio. I’m on my way to the ER, so, please, follow me.”

Y/N was glad that he showed her the way. “I’m Dr Y/L/N. Nice to meet you, Dr Rogers. I’ve heard nothing but good words about you,” she smiled a little.

“Ah, good words you say?” he laughed.

“Yeah. Doctors from St. Luke’s gush about you and your achievements. They are like your fangirls, waiting to show up there… Sorry,” she quickly apologized. “I tend to talk a lot when I’m nervous.”

He smiled and they stepped inside an elevator. “Have you thought about your speciality?”

Y/N looked at his face and got quickly lost in his ocean-blue eyes. “Huh? Oh, yeah, I did. I’m thinking about general surgery.”

“Just thinking?”

“No, no, of course not. I have decided on general surgery,” she clarified. “Trauma was also high on my list but general surgery gives me thrills.”

Once they stepped into the ER, they were met with running nurses, bossy doctors and complete chaos. “I need more hands here,” someone shouted from a bleeding patient.

Without thinking, Y/N started to run to the doctor that needed help. “Hey, Y/L/N, you are on my service this week,” Rogers shouted at her but didn’t get a response.

The doctor was checking out the patient, looking for something that couldn’t be seen just yet. “Belly is firm. Bruising on the left chest. Decreased breath sound on the right,” he was talking loudly so everyone could hear him. “Hook up those monitors and get neuro here.”

“He’s in V-fib,” Y/N called as she looked at the monitors.

The doctor looked up, noticing the unknown woman in his trauma room. “And you are?” he raised a brow. His face had a 5 o’clock shadow and some of his longish hair was falling to his face.

“Charge to 200,” Y/N grabbed the handles of the defibrillator. “Clear!” Everyone backed away as she shocked the patient.

The sound came back to a normal beeping and everyone relaxed a little. “We got him back,” the doctor said.

The door to the trauma room opened and Dr Stark walked in, dressed in a yellow plastic gown. His eyes found Y/N first. “Ah, newbie, I see you are already working. Now, what do we have here?” Stark approached the patient and took a tiny portable light from his breast pocket.

“Possible concussion,” the doctor started to talk again, ignoring Y/N. “The new girl got him back but we need to get him to the OR. His pressure is too low.”

“What happened to this guy?” Stark asked as he checked the man’s pupils. “Was he in a fight or what?”

Y/N listened to his lungs. “He’s not breathing, we need to intubate him.” The nurses were quick to hand her everything she needed. She stood behind the man’s head and started work on him.

“Who’s this?” the doctor asked, annoyed he didn’t know the woman.

“Mike?” someone was shouting from the door. “Is- Is he going to be alright?”

They all looked at a frightened woman who was holding her purse tightly. She was shaking and had dried tears on her cheeks. “That’s my boyfriend. Mike?!”

“Ma’am you need to leave,” Stark asked her. “Can someone please take her away?”

And that someone was Y/N, wrapping an arm around her shoulder, trying to get her into the waiting room as soon as possible. “We are doing everything we can to help him, alright? He has multiple injuries and a concussion. We had to intubate him because he had trouble breathing.”

“Is he going to be okay? I cannot lose him,” she started to cry again.

Y/N helped her sit down in a chair in the waiting room. “I’m going to give you an update as soon as possible, alright?”

Once she got a nod from the woman, she quickly spun on her heel and run back to the ER. When she got there, the trauma room was already filled with another patient. “Shit,” she whispered. She wanted to be in that OR.

“Hey, Y/L/N,” she heard someone say her name. When she turned to the voice, she saw Dr Rogers next to a patient. “I could use a hand here.”

She ran to the bed and he handed her an x-ray. “What do you see?”

Her eyes looked at the elderly woman who was silently and tiredly watching both of them like a hawk. “There’s damage to the walls of the alveoli. Ma’am, are you a smoker?” she asked the patient gently.

“No,” she shook her head.

“Oh, quit lying, darling. You are still hiding those cigarettes from me,” an old man approached the bed with a cup of water. “She’s been smoking ever since she was a teen. I did too, but I quit once my coughing got too bad. But she couldn’t. She was always stubborn and would not listen to anyone when it came to her health.”

“Well, your wife has emphysema. It is a lung disease which can be caused by smoking but also chemical fumes. Symptoms include shortness of breath, coughing and fatigue,” Y/N explained to them.

“Good,” Rogers nodded. “But still, Mrs Lane, I will order an ultrasound so we can have a look at your heart, just to be sure that there is no damage there. The x-ray looks clean but we just want to be sure.”

“Thank you, doctor,” the woman coughed and then glared at her husband.

“Should I order the ultrasound or…?”

Rogers waved his hand. “I will ask one of the nurses and an intern will take Mrs Lane to it. So, how did your first case go?”

Y/N had to raise a brow, confused by his friendliness. “Uh, I jumped into the case with the other doctor and then I had to take the girlfriend out of the trauma room and calm her down. When I came back, they went into the OR.”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry,” Wanda came running to them, breathing heavily. “I was called by Dr Romanoff - I am on her service today - and kind of forget about you.”

“That’s alright,” said Y/N.

“Wanda, I have decided to take Dr Y/L/N on my service for the week, so you don’t have to worry about her anymore, alright?” he winked at the brunette. “Besides, the resident I was supposed to have is sick and therefore I need a resident that will learn a bit more from me.”

Y/N bit her lower lip and looked down at the floor. She knew this was about to become the longest first day ever.

Part 2

#Bucky Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes x female reader #Doctor Bucky Barnes #Doctor Bucky Barnes x Doctor female reader #Marvel fanfiction #Marvel x Grey's Anatomy #crossover #James Barnes x female reader #James Barnes x reader #Bucky Barnes #Steve Rogers

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KILLER EYES ACTUALLY HAS ME SOBBING VOMITING AND ABSO FUCKING LUTELY CONFUSED AT THE SAME TIME— LIKE I KNOW KILLING MINGI WAS THE RIGHT IDEA BUT WHY DOES IT HURT SO MUCH WAAAAAGAAHHAHEHE

BUT YUNHOS STARTING TO BE A GOOD BROTHER SO OFC Y/N CHOSE HIM BUT LIKE THATS IT- MINGIS JUST GONE- IDK HOW TO FEEL

ALSO MINGI WAS LOWK INSANE BUT FAN FICTION HAS RUINED ME BC WHY WAS I LIKE “WAIT CANT WE JUST LIKE FIX HIM—“ PLEASE SEND ME TO A MENTAL HOSPITAL IM IN DESPERATE NEED 🙏

I’M LITERALLY SOBBING RN AND ITS 2:30AM SOMEONE HELP ME PLEASE 😭😭 TEARS OF CONFUSION??? OR SADNESS???? OR IDEK A NEW EMOTION PLEASE I JUST CANT COMPREHEND THIS IT WAS SO WELL WRITTEN BC NOW I WILL BE DWELLING ON THIS FOR THE NEXT FUCKING WEEEKKKKENNERKKEO

(This lowk triggered me but I’m CHOOSING TO IGNORE IT BC ITS SO GOOD- WHO CARES ABOUT TRAUMA WHEN YOU HAVE FANFICTION EH? 😀😀😀) ANYWAYS YOU MY FRIEND ARE ONE TALENTED WRITER—

Now excuse me while I go struggle with recovery from going through all five fucking stages of grief 😁

(Ilysm 😭😭)

first of all THANK YOU FOR THIS YOU MADE MY DAY

second of all tbh the initial plan didn't include killing off mingi but as long as he is alive he'll find ways to manipulate y/n or the next person into setting him free again.

i also wanted to do a little justice to yunho, even though i love love LOVE writing psycho yunho it just does things to me i can't explain, but he still is her only family and i wanted to show that even if he was a dick towards her he was right all along and i wanted to teach our delusional "we can fix him" asses that we truly cannot

fun fact this was supposed to be a full fanfic but i thought nope i do not have the capacity for that

THANK YOU FOR READING I HOPE YOU HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY!!!

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asterhaze · 1 year

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Author Ask Tag Game

Thank you @doublegoblin for the tag here! And also @gummybugg for tagging me here!

(1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

That we are what we make of ourselves, despite our traumas, despite our gifts, and despite our faults. That there are things that people do that are unforgivable, even if they are forced. Also, that true love is patient, kind, and understanding despite its awesome fragility.

I chose these themes because I think they're realistic, they're lessons that are easy to swallow, and that don't need to be pushed in people's faces to be understood. I don't want to spell things out but I also just want to tell a story, so if this ends up not being the real main lesson then I hope you all still like it.

(2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

I studied Romanian and European fashion from the 1850's to the 1870's. Then I studied American (United States) fashion from then on until I was familiar. I studied history, slang, folklore, LGBT history, etc. As far as what my world looks like, its a cross between where I grew up in a state somewhere along the Missipiipii-fuck Mississippi river and living in Florida but make it gloomy.

(3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Glen is trying to become himself again after visiting the horrific and disgusting Tiletsu Clan. There he is confronted with a question that someone asked him long ago: If vampires are just more powerful humans, aren't they more dangerous? And conversely, if humans are just weak vampires, are they worth keeping safe?

As a writer, I want to tell a good story where all of the characters (except the Tiletsu and friends) are morally grey, make bad decisions that they thought were good ones, and have to grow up despite having plenty of time to do so. While trauma causes many reactions, I read a lot where the reaction is to forget everything. My experience is that I can't forget anything at all and I wanted to explore that in my writing.

(4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

About thirty chapters. The outline of Masterpiece is 70 pages long, granted it is an okay-detailed outline, with 33 parts currently. So please expect 33-40 chapters.

(5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

Original Content 100%. There isn't anything wrong with fanfiction at all, but I love my original characters and the worlds I build, and I'm not a big enough or cool enough fan of anything to write fanfiction.

I plan to post the first 5 chapters of Masterpiece here on Tumblr, over at Wattpad, and Ao3. Smaller novellas and the entire story will be published with a limited print run at first and the eBook somewhere that I haven't decided yet for purchasing. Starry Skies and Like Minds will follow this same process, but Henrietta and Apocalyptic Cat Lady (Working Title) are web series!

You'll be able to find more information after my website is up and running!

(6) When and why did you start writing?

I started writing when I was 11 and did collaborative writing roleplays with other people my age. Eventually, I became a big enough fan of Star Trek (Kelvin Universe) that I did a massive fanfiction with my friend that lasted years. I made many OCs, had whole stories, had lots of adventures, and then when I went to college it died. One of those OCs will be reborn into Starry Skies and Like Minds whenever I decide to write it and share it here!

(7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

My blog is under a year old and I have less than 100 followers, it's just the name of the game. When I posted my first piece of writing, absolutely no one found it for a while despite ABCDEFG. What helped me the most when it comes to finding mutuals that actually interact with you is to find "Looking for Writeblr" posts and go through the replies. Check every blog. Start interacting, that's why my intro post has a "Please, I promise I'm just an idiot and really like you blog" disclaimer because I do, genuinely, like a lot of stuff on other people's blogs. That is how I found the great and powerful @doublegoblin @mthollowell-writes @pinkchaosstories and @gummybugg who tag me and make my life great.

Thank you all for tagging me in everything, you make my life a joy.

#writeblr #writing #writers #writers of tumblr #writblr #writerblr #writing community #write #seriously feel free to tag me #writing advice

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chartreuseian · 4 months

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Emoji ask! 🤩 🎭🙊👩‍🎓🌷 please and thank you! :)

AHH! So many lovely questions ❤️❤️❤️

🤩 What's the most meaningful comment you've ever received?

Like, maybe all of them? I'm bad with this because I love all comments (short, long, rambling, structured, whatever). They're all precious to me 🥰 Also, I have goldfish brain...

But I do really love when people say that they've binge read something, or they've come back a second time, or that they didn't expect to like it but really did. Like, they're all just such tiny, normal things and it makes me feel like I was sort of part of their life for a minute which makes me feel warm inside.

And also when people I admire comment on my stuff. Makes me blush so hard!

🎭What genre of writing comes easiest to you?

Fluff and romance. With a side of smut. I gravitate towards happy stuff (though I'm certainly not above using angst to make the fluff feel more satisfying) so generally anything with a happy ending will tickle my fancy.

And maybe historical/period romance? I don't know if it always comes out how I want, but I do love writing it.

🙊Your coworkers or classmates stumble across one of your fics, but don't know you're the author. Do you fess up? Or keep quiet?

I die. 1000% dead. Gone. All I can imagine is my students finding it and I just ☠️☠️☠️

I would legit go home and delete my account. And then die.

👩‍🎓 Do you have an 'official' creative writing background such as a degree or previous experience publishing?

Yup. One of my majors in undergrad was Creative and Professional Writing. Now I'm a high school English teacher, which is different, but I spend a lot of time teaching writing (with varying degrees of success) so at the very least the theory of writing is a big part of my life.

In truth though, I wouldn't have pursued creative writing if it hadn't been for fanfiction. I was enrolled in a totally different course when I started, and discovering how much I enjoyed writing completely changed my trajectory.

🌷What's one of your fics that isn't as popular, but you hold dear?

Tricky question to ask someone who writes for a tiny fandom 😅 Even tricker given the majority of the things I've written are no longer published anywhere!

Maybe train fic? I'm so close to the end and getting very nostalgic about it. A few brave souls have stuck it out with me all this way and I love them more than anything, but I think because of its length not a lot of new readers are willing to tackle it. Which, honestly, fair!!

#thank you :)#asks #fanfic #writing

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twig-tea · 1 year

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Get to Know Me Ask Game

Thanks for tagging me @waitmyturtles, @telomeke, @thegalwhorants!

RULES: bold the ones that are true & tag 10 people to do it.

Note: @pandasmagorica noted that bolding is not differentiated by screen readers, and I tested this and it seems to be true, so I am going to adjust the sentence structures as they suggested instead. I'm also going to follow what I've seen others do and use small font for the ones that are not true to make it a bit easier for some people to skim visually (screen readers just read the Tumblr formatted words as though they had no formatting). Adding in notes after each section because if you haven't noticed I am verbose lol

APPEARANCE

I do not have blonde hair // I prefer loose clothing to tight clothing // I have one or more piercings // I have at least one tattoo // I have dyed or highlighted my hair // I have not gotten plastic surgery // I have not had braces // I sunburn easily // I have a few freckles // I rarely paint my nails // I typically don't wear makeup // I often smile // I am pleased with how I look // I prefer Nike to Adidas // I do not wear baseball hats backwards

My hair is naturally brown-blonde, and bleaches in the sun. My preference is tight on top and loose on the bottom! I used to have all the hair colours (blue, red, purple, pink, etc.). Nail polish bothers me so it never lasts 24 hours on my hands. I wear makeup when I go dancing (which in the beforetimes was ~once a month, to the goth alternative/synthpop/postpunk club night I've been going to for a decade! This is also where I give credit for being comfortable with my looks. Nowhere teaches fat appreciation like a goth club). I'm that person who people just start talking to because I have resting pleasant face.

HOBBIES & TALENTS

I don't play a sport // I cannot play an instrument // I am artistic // I know more than one language // I have not won a trophy in some sort of competition // I can cook or bake without a recipe // I know how to swim // I do not enjoy writing // I cannot do origami // I do not prefer movies to tv shows // I cannot execute a perfect somersault // I enjoy singing // I could survive in the wild on my own // I have not read a new book series this year // I enjoy spending time with friends // I travel during work or school breaks // I cannot do a handstand

I have zero hand eye coordination but enjoyed playing tackle football back in the day. Also used to play viola in high school band but didn't count that. Took Japanese and French in university, though I've lost a lot of both, and am slowly learning Thai. I have tried to learn origami so many times but I just can't make straight lines [insert joke about being too queer for origami here]. Give me a series I can binge over a film any day, though I do like both. I said I could survive in the wild but that's because I have previously had hyperfixations on surviving in various climates...but I'm also allergic to a lot of pollens/trees/grasses/animals so I'm probably deluding myself. I still read fanfiction but not published books. I mostly travel within Canada these days.

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RELATIONSHIP

I am not in a relationship // I have been single for over a year // I don't have a crush // I have a best friend who I’ve known for ten years // my parents are together// I have dated my best friend // I am not adopted // my crush has confessed to me // I have had a long distance relationship // I am not an only child // I give advice to my friends // I have made an online friend // I met up with someone I have met online

I am pretty sure I'm some kind of demiromantic? Being in a relationship is so uninteresting to me lol and even when I've been in love I did not want to be around them all the time, or talk to them every day when it was long distance (which was a source of conflict). I haven't been in a relationship in over a decade and I don't miss it. Dated my former best friend and it crashed and burned. I'm still close friends with 3 folks I've known since elementary school--that's > 25 years!--so I'm counting them! I have (mostly) learned to ask before giving advice. I've made friends online and met them IRL; even had my first relationship online (so long ago that we exchanged photos via snail mail because digital photos were not yet a thing).

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AESTHETICS

I have heard the ocean in a conch shell // I have watched the sun rise // I enjoy rainy days // I have slept under the stars // I do not meditate outside // the sound of chirping does not calm me // I enjoy the smell of the beach // I know what snow tastes like // I listen to music to fall asleep // I enjoy thunderstorms // I enjoy cloud watching // I have attended a bonfire // I do not pay close attention to colors // I find mystery in the ocean // I enjoy hiking on nature paths // autumn is my favorite season

I don't know where y'all live but the birds here are not calming lolol they are obnoxious AF (a single chirper, sure maybe). I usually listen to an audiobook I've already read to fall asleep, it's the perfect amount of stimulation that I can tune out/not get caught up in. I am lucky enough to live in a place with sometimes weekly thunderstorms in the summer, with lightning that lasts for hours, it's awesome. I like colours but my visual processing is crap, I don't notice visual things until they're pointed out and have no visual memory. Autumn is the best season! Dry, warm but not hot, beautiful, best food, excuses to dress in layers.

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MISCELLANEOUS

I cannot fall asleep in a moving vehicle // I am the mom friend // I don't live by a certain quote // I like the smell of sharpies // I am involved in extracurricular activities // I enjoy Mexican food // I cannot drive a stick shift // I don't believe in true love // I don't make up scenarios to fall asleep // I sing in the shower // I do not wish I lived in a video game // I do not have a canopy above my bed // I am not multiracial // I am not a redhead // I do not own at least 3 dogs

I can sleep on trains but cars/buses/planes are impossible. And I've been on 16hr plane/22hr bus rides. I definitely have the mom bag in the friend group (full of stuff people might need). I do a lot of extracurriculars: At work I am on the DE&I committee, and the workplace health & safety committee. In fandom I have at various times been part of a scanlation team, a beta reader, a forum moderator, and treasurer for a convention (the first Yuri convention in North America, actually!). And I've also volunteered for municipal election campaigns as a researcher. I am very introverted but also care a lot about my communities and want to contribute to whatever spaces I'm in; that being said I've burned out a few times and have tried to get better at not taking too much on. Re race, I am half-Jewish but as my dad's family is Ashkenazi (from Ukraine on both sides) and my mom's family is white, only other Jews ever clock me as anything other than white so I don't consider myself mixed race.

Tagging folks (sorry if you've already done this, and no pressure!): @incandescentflower @ellaspore @marbles290 @tinycowboybro @benkaaoi @williamrikers @formayhem @sorry-bonebag @troubled-mind @manogirl

#tag game

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tisiphonewolfe · 1 year

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Author Ask Tag Game

My thanks to @doublegoblin for tagging me here!

This is going to mostly be in the context of The Tectomancy Saga -

(1) What is the main lesson of your story (e.g. kindness, diversity, anti-war), and why did you choose it?

I don't know if I can say there's a singular main lesson or message that the story is meant to provide. Different characters will learn different things. I want Releine to realise that she has inherent value and isn't only defined by what she can do for other people; I want Almyra to learn that even smaller goals are victories; I want Jessa to learn that you don't have to be who other people expect you to be; I want Tenacity to learn that your goals, however noble, can't come before the people you care about. And I just want Ellimane to get her shit together quite frankly. I don't know that I chose them so much as that that's where those character arcs seem to want to go. I guess they're things I've had to learn to some extent in life.

(2) What did you use as inspiration for your worldbuilding (like real-life cultures, animals, famous media, websites, etc.)?

I honestly find that very hard to pin down! I guess I owe a lot to certain authors in terms of the kind of things I find fun to think about and write ideas from. I guess they would be: Terry Pratchett, Paul Stewart & Chris Riddell, Garth Nix, and Tamsyn Muir. Worlds full of weird creatures, worlds that are weird shapes, worlds that have an edge you can fall off, worlds that are full of cryptic magic. I think I have at least that group of people to thank for getting my brain going. And of course, I have to pay mention to fairy tales and their long history of putting Princesses in towers and guarding them with dragons - that was the whole thing that made me think "and what if the Princess loves the dragon?" in the first place.

(3) What is your MC trying to achieve, and what are you, the writer, trying to achieve with them? Do you want to inspire others, teach forgiveness, help readers grow as a person?

Mostly I think I just want others to love them as much as I do. That's a lot of the fun of reading to me, at least - get attached to someone funky and fucked-up and see where they go. Adore them for their wits and weird quirks, and the things they turn to in themselves when the situation is dire. I want readers to worry for them, post their favourite quotes on tumblr, think about them when they're cooking and cleaning! That's what I do when I love a character.

(4) How many chapters is your story going to have?

Well, MWC&C ended with 47 chapters, and BBS&B is currently on chapter 40 and will probably run longer than its predecessor. There are two more books I can think of in the main sequence, so I'd guess roughly 200+. There are a couple of prequel novels I could write, and I had an idea for a sequel trilogy, but I guess whether I invest in that depends on if I can get anyone reading the original books!

(5) Is it fanfiction or original content? Where do you plan to post it?

It's original content all the way. I'm hoping to get a chance to publish it (agents, please call me), but if all else fails, I guess I'll try and self-publish somehow. Marketing is not one of my great skills though, so it'll be a challenge.

(6) When and why did you start writing?

November 2021. I've talked about this before, but I lost my love of reading for a number of years, mostly because I was depressed and also trying to read the wrong kind of books for me just because I thought that they were the kinds of things that people should read. In 2021 I finally had to know who the spooky bone lesbians on my dash were and read Gideon the Ninth. Then that year I inhaled a dozen more sapphic books and remembered that as well as liking reading, I loved to write once upon a time (har har) and thought I'd give that another go.

(7) Do you have any words of engagement for fellow writers of Writeblr? What other writers of Tumblr do you follow?

What are words of engagement?! Are we courting, or is it pistols at dawn?! I guess I would say - assuming we're talking about interacting with other writers - don't be afraid to just come and chat with me about stuff. If I say something that reminds you of one of your characters, or something about your world, then please tell me, because I'll probably like that too. We can show stuff off to one another and play with our characters like dolls. If you mean words of encouragement, I'd say this: Even a little bit of writing is still writing. Don't beat yourself up if you don't have the energy to bash out thousands of words in a sitting. Do a few hundred; a paragraph; a sentence. You'll get there eventually. And don't bum yourself out waiting for inspiration - sometimes the best inspiration is just typing a horrifically bad sentence. Doing that makes me want to write the next one better.

I follow too many writers to list, but I'm going to tag some for this game (very, very gently), so - @sam-glade @indy-gray @aalinaaaaaa @comicgoblinart

#writeblr #writeblr tag games #The Tectomancy Saga #made with crown and claw #mwc&c #bbs&b #bound by stone and blood

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onboardsorasora · 10 months

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2, 4, 16, 22, 56, 58, 70 & 74 😊

hey Bestie!! it took me a minute lmao but here we go!

2. Do you plan each chapter ahead or write as you go?

Short answer: I try to. Long answer: I try to have an outline where I might jot down ideas in the spaces I think they can go and then I just write and see what happens. That's why I don’t like posting my big fics til theyre done because I add a lot of stuff after the fact.

4. Where do you find inspiration for new ideas?

😂😂😂 I know a lot of my ideas are very… out there and wonky. And truly it could be a random thought or a conversation/media– anything and if it snags then I try to think ‘ok [idea] what comes next’ and if its something I get excited about, i have a whole lot of moments where I’m audibly going ‘ooh but what if…’ and then I take up my phone and make a note in a doc. Some ideas get chosen, some don’t.

16. How many fic ideas are you nurturing right now? Share one of them?

So I’ll answer this in two ways: how many fic ideas do I have written down right that havent been fleshed out or posted: 9

How many of these ideas have more than just ‘idea au?’: 4

One of them is a music teacher au, where Daniel is a private music tutor and he’s supposed to be teaching Max how to play piano/cello (i haven't committed to any yet) and Max spends their tutoring time watching Daniel’s hands/fingers and how he feels the music and jacks off about it

22. Are there certain types of writing you won’t do? (style, pov, genre, tropes, etc)

I currently don’t have any because I’m willing to get out of my comfort zone to try new things (for example my new Dewis fic– terrified of doing a poor Lewis characterization)

56. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I think I have to give myself some props on my ideas and being able to actually flesh them out into interesting stories. And my comedy. (and my ability to put angst in everything lmao)

58. What part of the writing process do you enjoy the most? (Brainstorming, outlining, writing, editing, etc)

I do love outlining. And then I procrastinate starting, because I find writing to be all encompassing, like I will ignore life if I’m trying to get an idea out. Editing is the part I like least, but it makes me giddy because that means I’m almost ready to share my idea

70. When asked, are you embarrassed or enthusiastic to tell people that you write?

I actually don’t tell people anymore. Because then they think it means I can write anything and that’s just not true. But I used to be embarrassed to tell people when I wrote Inuyasha fanfiction haha so there are people that know and more than likely have forgotten. I don’t hesitate to tell people i read fic though, so idk

74. You’ve posted a fic anonymously. How would someone be able to guess that you’d written it?

Oh this is hard because I truly don’t know if theres anything I that I do across fic. If there is, please lemme know!! I’ve managed to shoehorn a twilight (movie) reference in 2 of my big fics tho so that makes me giggle

#thinking about this was fun. might have learned somethign new about myself #thanks for asking Anon!#ask game #answered #anonymous

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reinathevocaloid · 2 years

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My Thoughts On The Act II Ending

AKA Why art cannot thrive under capitalism

I’ve been a major fan of Daiya No Ace/ Ace of Diamond since 2014, and I will forever be grateful that Terajima has created all of these wonderful characters who I love and cherish very much! This series will always be one of my favorites regardless of whether Terajima continues it in the future or not. Despite being such a long series filled with hundreds of characters, Daiya consistently has excellent writing, and is one of the few stories where I’ve found myself caring about almost all the characters (including the side characters) because they are all written uniquely and realistically. Also, it’s one of the few stories where I’ve legit read everything rather than simply skipping some chapters. But, this is all exactly why the current ending has left me feeling disappointed. So many plot threads have been left hanging, which includes the major ones that many fans have been pointing out: Eijun’s injury and the lack of summer Koshien. But, the biggest one for me is the current relationship limbo between Eijun and Miyuki. Regardless of whether you ship it or not, their relationship is the core of the series. Terajima himself stated that Daiya started because of Eijun meeting Miyuki rather than Eijun’s moving fastball or anything else. With that in mind, it feels incredibly unsatisfying for the story to end with so much left unsaid and so much miscommunication between the two. They both admire and believe in each other (and it consistently baffles me how many fans somehow miss this fact) but they still have no idea. The thing is, I’m sure Terajima is aware of all this. Besides being an excellent writer, he has stated in recent posts that he stopped not because he felt like the story had reached a conclusion but because he felt drained. For 16 years, he has had to consistently churn out chapter after chapter of this series. Combined with how some fans constantly bash on his writing choices, it’s not surprising that he would lose the mental health necessary to continue. And, it just reminds me how messed up our current world is. We all live in societies that teach us that everything NEEDS to have a price. That people won’t do anything if there’s no money involved. This, however, is completely untrue since people worked together for thousands of years before monetary systems were invented. If humans didn’t naturally care about others and about doing things on their own, we wouldn’t be here in the first place because civilizations wouldn’t have developed. Not to mention the sheer amount of fanart, fanfiction, and other free things people create and do simply because they are passionate about something. Most of the best pieces of art were created because the person cared about it rather than because they needed money to survive, which is why swansongs of shows, movies, and games tend to save franchises more than a consistent slog of mediocre titles in order to meet a paycheck. In the end, our current world has brainwashed people into thinking that art is something that has to be CONSUMED. That works of art are created for consumers to purchase, which leads to constant mainstream nonsense that’s made to please everyone and thus doesn’t truly connect or mean anything to anyone (examples of this is the large amount of spaghetti westerns back in the day and the superhero movies that are releasing now). Art should be created so that the artist can express their thoughts, feelings, and stories. This means that if you like that piece of art, that’s great, but that’s not the point. When I encounter a work of art that I don’t like, I’m still glad that it exists because the art will likely connect with someone else. Similarly to how I absolutely love certain shows, movies, and games that others hate, the things I hate are likely loved by someone else, and that’s how it should be. So, when people bash on works of art (like how fans have complained about Terajima’s work) it just demonstrates to me that they see his work as something that is meant to be made specifically for them to consume rather than something Terajima has made for himself. And this thought process is further exasperated by him being forced to create consistently all the time just to ensure that he can continue to survive in this world. If we lived in a world where people could create art without having to worry about making a living or catering to consumer expectations, the art would be richer and more complete. Instead we live in a world where artists are constantly burnt out and left with unfinished pieces that could’ve been so much more. TLDR: I hope that Terajima will continue Daiya one day so that the loose threads could be resolved, but I understand that the immense pressure and mental strain of creating art in our current societies is impossibly unfair. I’m glad we have what we have, and I hope he gets some nice needed rest.

#daiya no ace #ace of diamond #shut up anya #i have no idea if any of this made sense but I had to get my thoughts out there

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blorb-el · 2 years

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Hello! What are the things that you'd like to see (or see more) in a Superman story?

o/ !

hmm, fanfiction or canon? Because in fanfiction... we're all here for fun, and I'm more interested in reading something the author's genuinely interested in writing. What I want out of canon Superman stories is pretty different than what I’m looking for when I fire up AO3. That being said, here is a long stream of consciousness of fanfic concepts that are currently living rent free in my brain. at least the sfw ones lol

there was An Art gremlin did a while back of Bruce tearing up when Clark was washing his hair and tbqh i think that would go both ways. the idea of an invulnerable man being treated softly drives me insane

superbat hand kisses. do i even need to elaborate. i will (threat)

i love plotty long world built alien space mission fic, which I realize is hard to write, but I love it anyway

Kryptonian. I know the grammar is hard and the vocabulary is sparse but I would be willing to beta or translate lines of dialogue if anyone wants to include Kryptonian in their fics...

(clark and diana teaching each other kryptonian and themysciran greek…)

general Kryptonian worldbuilding. I am on the verge of trying to encyclopedia precrisis Krypton just so people can throw in tanthuo flez or :dhosurro.

also kryptonian myths, ethics, nicknames... like just tossing it out into the wild that zhor krigia means bright heart... clark calling kara kir-a as a pun on bright... kara calling clark kahl-te...

also alien biology but that’s a given with me. still. had to throw it in

i know i'm superbat on main but. good clois content...

good kara content................

kara where she shows up and is markedly Other and. everyone is at first confused (’that’s not how kryptonians are’) and then slowly realizes how much clark masks...

ABOVE ALL ELSE. COMPETENT SUPERMAN. PLEASE.

how many languages does Superman speak? Can Superman pull a child out of a mudslide in rural India and reassure her she's going to be all right and help her find her parents - in her own language? (yes. ideally he should be able to.)

the adventures of insomniac superman. precrisis the man only sleeps 1 hour a day. granted lots of time is taken up studying aforementioned languages but. 3AM clark sitting in an all night diner in texas because there was a robbery nearby and he needed to not to be alone wanted coffee afterwards. clark watching the earthrise standing on the moon. sunlight tasting different at different altitudes.

(clark bringing a moon rock back to bruce like hey thought you might like this)

you know those fics where clark meets the batfam and like. learns to get along or whatever with them. that but in reverse. give me bruce wayne learning how to tolerate the menace that is jimothy james pulitzer prize winning photographer turtle boy menace olsen

young clark reading. actually clark in general reading but especially young clark reading, trying to understand his place in the world. Superman should have an opinion on Nietzsche's Ubermensch.

clark as a chaotic good person locked into a society and a role that demands lawful goodness of him

well thought out implications of growing up with superpowers. not to toot my own horn but this post i did from a while ago explains why the concept of infrared vision still lives rent free in my head

i am ALWAYS trash for listening into people's heartbeats. it makes no sense auditorially but neither does superhearing in general. read this fic diptych from bruce and then clark pov it's about their twinned nightmares and listening to heartbeats and overhearing bruce crying and the hurt of privacy invasion!!! then go read the first one in the series. wah.

The Call from Batman Black and White has a pretty garbage Clark but the idea that sticks in my brain from that is when Clark is afraid he’s just another tool in Bruce’s utility belt. chefs kiss. god i love angst. not the time to angst when someone’s bleeding out clark but god i love it anyway. anyway fic of this scenario (Clark is Bruce’s absolute last resort and he has to call on him) but not bad

crossovers... get flashpoint kal some HELP that man needs HELP

GET DCAU CLARK SOME HELP THAT MAN NEEDS HELP. PLEASE PEOPLE. WATCH STAS’S APOKOLIPS ARC SO YOU WILL UNDERSTAND HOW BADLY THAT MAN NEEDS HELP.

just because bruce timm was not going to address clark being essentially sexually assaulted during that arc doesn't mean we gotta leave it alone

anyway basically. just. good characterization. or. i’ll settle for interesting characterization at this point. my personal standards of clark characterization hinge on my three favorite Capital S Superman Stories: birthright, all-star, and miracle monday. if a fic has just one of the aspects of those characterizations I'm content. I would elaborate on that but this is already too long.

#jellyfitzjelly #thank you for the opportunity to ramble #hmm mostly #superbat

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gaylittleinnkeepers · 2 years

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random otp prompt aus !!!

for the aspiring author <3

- “hello i noticed you have a dog, i have a dog too, omg can our dogs be besties? also i might fall in love with you lol” au

- “i’m a superhero and you are a supervillain but you have the most ADORABLE reactions to my superpowers i really wanna squish your cheeks” au

- “was that your sandwich? im so sorry but omg it was so good do you mind teaching me how to make it 👉👈” au

- “hello my friend has a crush on your sibling but HOLY SHIT i didn’t know you were HOT” au

- “heyyy i made a bet with my sibling and now they think i’m dating someone, care to help me out?” au

- “you caught be doodling hearts in my book but you SMILED and drew matching ones in your own book and now we have a whole inside joke oh lordy please help me” au

- “you caught me reading fluffy gay fanfiction but you told me you liked this ship and now we‘re exchanging tumblrs/ao3s???” au

- “i’ve had a crush on you for SO LONG that i don’t remember what it’s like not loving you” au

- “if anyone beats you up pls call me so i can use the few karate skills i learnt watching cobra kai” au

- “our kpop biases are the most popular ship in the fandom, omg are we soulmates??” au

- “we have superpowers but every once in a while we switch for a day and you try to teach me how to use your powers but i am so HOPELESS also can you keep touching my arm? hehe” au

- “we’re best friends but i just found out you have abs, oh my god oh my god” au

- “i work at the counter of a rock climbing place and you’re one of the most frequent climbers and i may or may not watch you climb because it’s equally adorable and hot how fast you are” au

- “i like writing anonymous notes and leaving them in your locker but one day you caught me and you want to get to know me better because i write really well?? how do i do this” au

- “i’m a frequent patient at the hospital and you’re the nurse who’s always assigned to me, also i’m high on anaesthetic and you’re so pretty omg” au

- “my apartment is flooded do you mind if i stay in yours? also you’re so pretty wtf” au

- “you run a fruit stand and i run a bakery and you always come to my shop to give me fruit for my pastries but you always stay for really long?? is there any reason why??” au

- “i came to visit your house and found out your cat is named after me, oh dear” au

- “i am terrified shitless of heights but my friend dared me to do skydiving…but uhu you are a very hot skydiving instructor…do i get to be strapped to your chest?” au

- “you watched me trip over a stick in the park but you had really cute hello kitty bandaids that you stuck on my scraped knees” au

- “you accidentally proposed marriage to me the first time we met but now we’re friends? oh no” au

- “we make soulmate jokes about each other all the time but i’ve actually been in love with you for so long please love me back” au

please please maybe tag me if you do use any of these <3

#otp prompts #writing prompts #otp au #writeblr #imagine your otp #k bye im going to die #also is it bad i thought of saida for all of these??#twice fr eating up my life

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twisted-wonderland-but-gayer · 2 years

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To the beautiful anon that went off about overused fanfic troupes that they hate, Thank you! I agree. Little (Long) rant coming up so you can skip. Don't worry, Moss, this isn't about your writing. I adore your writing.

I hate overly weak MCs, like I get that some characters are strong. Understandable, the MC isn't always gonna be the strongest person in the room but to have said character bully the shit outta MC and MC not doing anything about it is just kinda unnecessary.

Not to mention, all the smut that has so much bullying and clearly abusive behavior in it. It has to be a kink thing with no context for the reader. If it is between two consent adults and you give proper aftercare, I don't give a fuck but 9/10 the fic shows none of that. Name calling, hitting, zero aftercare, cheating, and so much fucking noncon. If someone did that to me, I'd throat punch them, I'm not gonna lie. And the MC just takes it and finds it hot or nice!? If your lover does not give you aftercare after calling you a slut and hitting you, that's not good, babes. Run, literally run.

Nothing wrong with BDSM and roleplay but if you do it wrong, and it's almost always depicted wrong from my understanding, that's harmful. I've been reading fanfic for a while now and I cannot tell you how much of this shit I've seen. Abusive smut, abusive relationships, and overall just poorly written submissive and dom stuff. Half of me wants to believe that it's a kink and the other half fully believes that these people think that the shit they write is a 'healthy relationship '.

It's so rare to find Fics that depic aftercare or soft smut or oh I don't know actually caring Doms! A lot of the smut is so aggressive and bordering on 'Are you okay, Author?'. Not to mention, no safeword or check in system is ever mentioned in these fics. With the increase of shit movies like Fifty shades of grey, 360 days, and After? (The shitty Harry Styles fanfic Movie thing) it is frankly concerning with the level of abusive fics that are labeled as 'sweet' or 'sexy'. Those movies are so bad and they claim to show good sexy relationships or a normal relationship. Like bitch no! He kidnapped you and the other one insults you constantly and only has sex with you!

To sum this whole rant up, If your lover is being a dick, leave them. Also writers please don't label abuse as romance please. It's not sexy. It's scary and disgusting. I might be more sensitive to it since my father was extremely abusive to my mother but I really need to drive this point home. I know a lot of people read fanfic and they learn relationships from fanfiction and it can teach them that abuse is okay when it's not.

I'm sorry for the rant, Buddy. I needed to get that out of my system.

Agree. I can understand of its just an act, however if that's the case show us the aftercare when they're outta character please.

Or tag it as a dark fic!! It's fiction where we can indulge in fucked up shot yknow but don't subject others to it if they don't want it

#im sorry did i hurt u???#not writing #not requests #now im thinking of Trey pretending to be a hard dom and then being like #notforortho #lemon #rant #rant tw #oh it tagged outta order :(

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221bshrlocked · 3 years

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rated r

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x Fem!Reader (Professor x TA Student)

Words: 5299

Warnings: Swearing. Oral (male receiving). Reciting poetry during sex because why not. Penetrative, unprotected sex (wrap the shlong before you king kong people). Slight dom/sub elements. Very slight though. Mostly sweet smot. Creampie.

Based on this little headcanon.

Y/N: I literally just had a quick idea and I can't resist when someone tells me to write something so here you go. Some shameless teacher/student smot. Please please let me know how I'm doing in the comments and as usual, reblogs are always appreciated (if you're interested in rpf fanfiction). This isn't beta'd...Also, the poem recited here is by the one and only Chian Poet, Pablo Neruda. You can add yourself to the taglist(s) here.

He knows he’s been scrolling through the pages for too long but he can’t stop himself. Ever since he took the position, he swore that he’d only ever read the reviews turned in at the end of the year because he loved improving on his style. But this was different. This was a hell hole that he didn’t realize he could spiral so easily down from just one review. At first, Pedro thought that he’d go on it to see the more honest reviews of his courses and teaching. You could only write so much on the evaluations without feeling guilty and this was a proper and free resource.

What he didn’t expect was to find almost no criticism of his classes and pretty much every comment discussing his looks and what the student would be willing to do for extra credit. He thought he was on the wrong website at the beginning but nope, this was the right one. Like all other things, Pedro was slow at first but then some comments became real suggestive and he began to read between the lines. But no matter what he read and understood, he never seemed to get a handle on one specific type of comment which only consisted of one word.

He’s not sure what to make of it and the thought is brushed aside when he hears a knock at his door. Pedro looks up and sees you standing at his doorway, paperwork in one hand and phone in the other. He doesn’t know what prompts him to do so but he immediately shuts off his laptop and tries to calm down, hoping that he isn’t blushing too hard from what he’s been reading.

“I’m about to go get some coffee, want anything?” You ask as you scroll through your phone and look up when he says nothing. “Professor?” You raise an eyebrow at him when he continues to stare at you.

“S-sorry I um, no. No thank you. And for the millionth time, just call me Pedro.” He huffs in irritation, and frowns when you roll your eyes at him like you always do and shake your head.

“Sorry, not trying to get caught calling professors by their first name. Your friend takes that too seriously and I’d rather not annoy him any further. Anyway, I’ll be in my office if you need anything. Oscar told me you’ve been falling behind again with grades and I’m almost done with his stuff so swing by if you need to drop anything.” You wait until he nods in confirmation before walking out towards the cafe and Pedro can’t help but feel his annoyance grow when you leave instantly.

He looks at his door as if you’ll appear again, meditating on the issue he’s been having for a while now. Every time he tries to convince himself to tell you how he feels, he remembers how difficult things could get for you. Even though he wasn’t on your committee or anything, he still knew how people would react should you get caught with him. He swears underneath his breath and turns on his laptop again, anger only rising when he remembers what he was searching before you came in.

Seriously, what the fuck was wrong with these people? He cringes at more reviews and curses the fact that the website was anonymous. He closes the page and tries to get his mind off of the weird reviews for a bit, working through some of the quizzes until he notices how late it is. Shoving the rest of the essay quizzes in his leather bag, Pedro takes the folder filled with multiple choice and walks out of his office. He heads towards Oscar’s office and knocks on it a few times. When no one answers, he looks at his watch and sees it wasn’t late enough for you to leave yet. Taking out the spare key his friend gave him, he unlocks the door and steps in, eyes immediately following the light of the side room where you are. He shuts the door behind him and makes sure you can hear him walk towards you.

As soon as he walks in, you look up and smile at him, making grabby hands towards him when you notice the folder he’s holding.

“Knew you wouldn’t resist,” you laugh when he smiles nervously at you and stands there long after you told him you’ll get them back to him in a day or two. When he doesn’t move, you put your pen down and tilt your head to the side.

“Anything else I can help with?” You ask again, watching his eyes as they look around the room as if the answer was in here somewhere. But he never responds and instead, he puts down his bag and walks towards your couch. You say nothing as he sits back and stares up at the ceiling. As soon as he starts untying his tie and unbuttoning the first three buttons of his shirt, you knew something was off.

“Alright, what’s wrong?” You push everything aside and grab your coffee, taking a sip as you waited for him to finally acknowledge you.

“Can I ask you something?” Pedro asks and you can tell from his tone that this was something serious. You smile deeply and nod at him, a part of you hopeful for whatever he was about to throw your way.

“Of course!”

“So I overheard some students talking about this website where they leave reviews on their professors…”

“Oh no, did you go on ratemyprofessor?” You cut him off immediately and regret the little outburst because Pedro shuts his eyes and takes off his glasses to rub his face.

“S-sorry I- I’ll be quiet.” You wait patiently until he puts his glasses back on and looks up at you. There’s something in his eyes that you can’t quite place but you can tell from the way he’s ringing his fingers that he read something he didn’t like.

“Some of the reviews were helpful, really helpful. But most of them were, I don’t even know what to consider them and it’s been bugging me all day, especially one word that I kept on seeing over and over again.” His voice is low and you curse yourself for fixating on how beautiful he sounds, and frankly looks, as he sits on your couch and opens up to you about whatever this was.

“Were they rude? Did- did someone call you names or something?” You try to see if he’d tell you anything specific but he shrugs his shoulders and looks away.

“I don’t know.”

Realizing that he was probably annoyed and embarrassed that he was coming to you, you pick up your phone and kick your shoes away from below your feet before you take the seat next to him.

“Mind if I look through some?” You ask before you unlock your phone, looking at him until he turns his attention to you before you smile softly at him.

“Also, I hope you know that most of these are usually idiots trolling other students and the professors on campus. There isn’t any truth to them whatsoever and you need to ignore them because they’re sometimes by students who failed the classes and they’re just looking to give the professor a bad name so not many can sign up an-” The words die in your throat when you scroll down and read the third comment on his page.

Your eyes widen in shock at how forward the short sentence is and you decide to not look at Pedro as you read the rest of them.

As you scroll down, Pedro’s nervousness grows because with each movement of your finger, your eyes widen even further and your breathing either stops completely or picks up at a rapid pace.

The silence is deafening and when he can’t take it anymore, he asks you to stop because it only gets worse.

“These are...umm, wow. Very flowery language. And the imagination is just-”

“Please stop.” Pedro cuts off your rambling, knowing that he probably made things more awkward than necessary.

“Got it.” You take the last sip of coffee before putting the cup on the floor and tapping on your phone.

Pedro wants to ask you what you think of these reviews but he can’t focus on anything but your previous comment on how untrue the website mostly is. He was right, you probably didn’t think he was attractive after all.

You know that things will only get weirder if you remain quiet so you break the moment and hit him on his shoulder to catch his attention.

“What was the word you were confused by?” You ask almost hysterically and Pedro looks at you as if you grew a second head before he decides to answer you.

“There were some reviews that were alright but at the end, they’d just have the word ‘dilf’ or ‘big dilf vibes’ along with a smiley face and...well, I don’t know what that is or whether that’s a good or bad thing.” Whatever you were expecting him to say, this was probably at the last of the list and you almost choke on air when you see how genuinely irritated he is by this whole situation.

“Have you uhh, not looked this up or anything?”

“No because I don’t know what the fuck will pop up if I search that.” Pedro rarely swears and you’re caught off guard by how forign yet beautiful the curse word sounds falling from his lips. Taking a deep breath, you brace yourself for the worst possible conversation you’ll ever have with him and try to sound as calm and collected as possible.

“Well, you see, the word dilf is an acronym and it usually refers to an older man who has children and- and is viewed by some as sexually attractive.” You hope this is the end of the inquiry but like all the other chats you’ve witnessed, Pedro rarely lets go of things until he’s crystal clear on them.

He’s quiet for a few moments and you dare to look up at him, only to find him blinking confusedly at the floor and narrowing his eyes almost in anger.

“What? I- I don’t even have kids, how does this make any sense and why do students think this is okay to write on the internet?” Pedro’s voice grows and he doesn’t realize he’s yelling until he looks over and sees you grimacing at him.

“S-sorry.”

“That’s okay, and like I said, this is what it usually refers to. People sometimes say it to men who’re older and are sexually attractive but don’t have kids...like you give off those vibes. Basically, you’re an attractive older man and that reminds some of fathers who are also on the older side and are still attractive. As to the other question, all I can tell you is, kids are dumb these days and they have no shame.”

“But what if other professors see this and start to think I’m a joke?” You can tell his fear is genuine and you shake your head immediately, taking his hand and squeezing it to get his attention as you calmed him down.

“Look, everyone knows this website is garbage. No one goes on there I promise, and you will be taken seriously. You have tenure too so I don’t see why you’re worried about this.” You wait until he nods in affirmation before you remove your hand. As you’re about to stand, Pedro asks you one more question.

“Wait, you said it’s an acronym?”

Fuck. When did you say that?”

“Uhh, yeah. Yes.” Pedro is looking at you like you have all the answers and you can’t help but find it the cutest yet sexiest look he’s possibly given you. He’s so vulnerable and the thought of offering comfort in a different way shakes you to your core.

“What does it stand for then?”

“Does it really matter I mean-” You try to end the conversation but Pedro only demands a little more roughly, and you almost melt into him at how firm his tone suddenly is.

“What does it stand for?” His voice is more serious and you swallow the lump in your throat before you tell him.

“It stands for ‘dad I’d like to fuck.’ But since you’re not a dad, it just means that they want to...fuck you.” You hope you aren’t being too crude for him and when you turn to meet his eyes, you find them much softer than earlier, perhaps even more relaxed.

He says nothing but continues to stare at you, a part of him wanting to ask you if you also thought similarly. When you don’t try to move off of the couch again, Pedro gulps and allows his eyes to take in your body language.

Something about you being comfortable in your office and taking off your shoes makes him wish he could kiss you but he brushes the thought aside and musters up the courage to ask you what’s been on his mind ever since he opened up the website earlier in the day.

“So do you still think there’s no truth to any of the reviews?”

The question catches you off guard and you can’t help but stare into his dark brown eyes to make sure this wasn’t a joke. He surprises you again and looks down at your lips, biting into his own lower lip before he turns his attention to you again.

“I- I um...I mean my opinion doesn’t really matter you know so-” You laugh nervously and try to break the tension but Pedro cuts you off again with a stern expression.

“Please…”

It’s a soft whisper but it shakes you to your core and you realize that perhaps this wasn’t as one-sided as you initially thought it to be.

“I think that you’re an exceptionally attractive man and that you’re somehow even more handsome when you start to rant about Latin American literature, especially Chilean poetry. I- I don’t think I’ve met anyone as knowledgeable about this topic as you and I wish I could audit one of your courses but I’d probably end up not paying any attention because-” You stop yourself before you can go any further but Pedro doesn’t give you the chance to grow quiet, grabbing your hands and bringing them to his lips to lay soft kisses on them before he urges you to go further.

“Because what hermosa?” His voice is hoarse and you can’t help but lean into him as you whisper those last confessions in the dimly-lit office.

“Because I’d be too busy imagining you reading to me your favorite pieces as I- I…” Pedro sees longing and reluctance in your eyes, reads in between the lines and makes a split second decision. He inches closer to you and slips his hands across your neck, pulling you into him and swallowing your surprised gasps as he molds his lips with yours. You’re shocked at the turn of events at first, not sure of how to react to his desperate touches. But as you feel his fingers twist harder in your hair, you can’t help but relax into him and return his kiss. He moans into your mouth when you part your lips for him, and pulls you in until you straddle his thighs.

You know you should stop and reconsider what the two of you are about to do but you can’t find it in yourself to care any less. Pedro somehow senses the reluctance in your touches and he breaks the kiss not a moment later. He doesn’t let go of you though and you shut your eyes for a second to collect your bearings.

“I- I’m so sorry I don’t know what came over me.” He’s first to speak and your eyes flutter open at the whispered apology.

“I liked it.” It’s the simplest three words Pedro has ever heard yet they do something to him and he realizes that it would break his heart if you asked him to let you go. When he says nothing and continues to stare at you, you clear your throat and try to get off of him. But the hold he has on you tightens further and he refuses to let you go, making you wish his gaze didn’t have this much control on you.

“Pedro?”

“I’m not your professor, I’m not even on your committee. But I know how this would look if- goddamn it. All I’m saying is, I don’t want to force you into anything but I- I’m willing to take the risk if that’s what you want.” He manages to say before his mind is scrambled with thoughts of you writhing underneath him and before he could tell you to forget he ever said anything, you lean forward and softly kiss him until you feel him physically relax beneath you.

“I do, I do want you.” You can’t help but smile as soon as you see those familiar dimples growing the longer he looks at you. There is a sudden shift in the air around the office and your smile slowly falls when you finally register just how much you want him. He says nothing as you get off of him and begin to strip. As your shirt and pants hit the floor, Pedro begins to unbutton his shirt and kick off his shoes. He’s about to take the glasses off when you stop him.

“Please, keep them on.” Your plea makes him twitch in his pants and he doesn’t notice you getting on your knees until you move his hands away from his belt and begin to undo it yourself.

Pedro is mesmerized, unable to look away from you as you undress him and stare at him like he’s the most beautiful sonnet to have ever been written. His heart is close to beating out of his chest and when he you push his thighs open to make space for yourself, he finally snaps out of his haze and grabs for your hands.

“No wait you don’t have t-”

“Please...I want to.” You whisper to him and wait until he nods before you slip your hands underneath the elastic of his boxer briefs and pull them down. You can tell he’s nervous from the layer of sweat forming on his chest and the way his fingers are itching to grab for something so instead of diving right into him, you lay your palms across his thighs and massage them until he begins to ease at your touch. Pedro doesn’t dare to look away from you and as you try to make yourself comfortable in between his thighs, his mind panics and he thinks you’re about to move away from him.

“No estés lejos de mí un solo día, porque cómo...porque, no sé decirlo, es largo el día.”

Don't go far off, not even for a day, because -- because -- I don't know how to say it: a day is long

The words are spoken before he realizes what he’s doing and he watches as your chest rises and falls at a rapid rate with each word he moans to you. You recognize the poem immediately, having heard him gush about it during one of his seminars. But somehow, in the privacy of your office, the words carry a much deeper meaning to you and you lick your lips as you lower yourself down and kiss his navel.

Pedro almost jolts at the softness of your lips and he doesn’t bother to hold back as he pushes his fingers into your hair again, not to force you to do anything, only to ensure that you would remain near him where he could feel your heat caressing his skin.

“Keep going...please.” You ask him before you continue to kiss across where he’s begging for you and as he takes a deep breath to try and remember the next words, you firmly take his hardening cock in the palms of your hands and lay a kiss on the leaking tip. You keep your eyes on him and smile when you see his stomach clenching tightly. Kissing him one more time on the underside of his cock, you lick your lips and slowly inch his cock in your mouth.

“Mierda...y te estaré esperando como en las estaciones, cuando en alguna parte se durmieron los trenes.”

and I will be waiting for you, as in an empty station when the trains are parked off somewhere else, asleep.

Pedro is struggling to form a coherent thought but the warmth of your mouth drives him to continue. He wants nothing more than to return the favor and he realizes he is when he notices the way you suck on him and moan every time he recites a new verse to you. You shut your eyes to savor the heaviness of him in your mouth, not caring for how loud you’re being as his hold tightens around your hair. You could feel him thrusting in your mouth and you almost laugh because he’s so enraptured by you that he doesn’t know he’s shoving his cock deeper into your throat.

“No te vayas por una hora porque entonces...en esa hora se juntan las gotas del desvelo- oh fuck, fuck please baby I...you look so pretty, mouth full of my cock.”

Don't leave me, even for an hour, because then the little drops of anguish will all run together,

He’s a moaning mess already and you finally pull off of him, smiling devilishly as you watch him stare at the trail of saliva connecting your lips with his cock. He clenches his jaw tightly and swears even more when you spit on sock and begin to jerk off the tip while you lean down and kiss his balls. It’s filthy and shameless but you don’t care enough, wanting to show him just how much you want him.

Pedro sits up and groans when he feels you lick and suck on his balls, hips jutting forward when you return your mouth to the leaking tip of his cock and massage his balls instead.

“Y tal vez todo el- el humo que anda buscando c-casa...venga a matar aún mi corazón perdido. Mi corazón...fuck!”

the smoke that roams looking for a home will drift into me, choking my lost heart.

Pedro screams when you surprise him and take his cock as far down your throat as you could and begin to swallow around him. The pressure of your throat muscles drives him mad and he falls back to the couch to try and stop himself from coming down your throat.

“Fuck baby baby please...I- I won’t last any longer. Come here,” Pedro reluctantly pulls you off of him, growling his need when he sees the mess you’ve made of yourself. He immediately pushes you into the mattress and shoves your thighs open, his chest quivering when he sees how wet you are for him.

“Is this all for me querida? You liked sucking my cock so much?” He asks as he licks his fingers and teases your slit.

“Pedro… I need you, just fuck me already.” The word is like a bucket of cold water and he hesitates when he realizes that he doesn’t have any condoms on him.

“Fuck wait, I don’t have any condom.” He sits back in disappointment, all the while massaging your thighs and keeping you close around him. “I- I’m on the pill and I’m clean...haven’t had any since I started this degree so-”

“Really? But you’re-”

“Jesus Chr- can you question my non-existent sex life later...I need you to fuck me, please.” You frown at him when he just stares at you, and he only catches up with what’s happening when you pull him by his hand until he falls on top of you.

“I’m clean too...a-are you sure mi cielo?” He asks one last time and prays that you don’t go back on your decision. When you cross your legs behind his back and force him closer to you, he turns his attention down your body and grabs his cock. You hold your breath as you watch him tease your entrance, letting it go when you feel him slowly inch his cock deeper inside you. It’s too much and not enough and you dig your nails into his broad shoulders when he finally sheathes himself inside your walls.

“Oh god fuck bebecita you’re- perfect. Fucking perfect. Ay que no se quebrante tu silueta en la arena, ay que no vuelen tus párpados en la ausencia.”

Oh, may your silhouette never dissolve on the beach; may your eyelids never flutter into the empty distance.

Pedro nuzzles into the crook of your neck and kisses your skin to help get you relaxed for him. You sigh his name over and over again, begging him to move when you feel him pulse inside you.

“Please...fuck me.”

It’s a short request but Pedro groans when he hears just how wrecked you are when he’s barely even touched you. He knows he won’t last long and he’s trying his hardest to not embarrass himself. But you feel too tight and too warm around him and he thinks this must be heaven because there’s no way anything so magnificent can exist on the earth.

The sound of your soft giggles fills his ears and Pedro pulls away to look at you, only to realize that he’s just said all of his inner monologue out loud in your ears.

“I- I don’t care if you’ll cum in a second Pedro...just fuck me already please. I’m- I need you.” You lean up and peck his lips before you slither your hand down your body and rub at your clit.

“That’s it, touch yourself sweetheart. Go on, let me feel you cum on my cock querida. F-fuck, no te vayas por un minuto, bienamada, porque en ese minuto te habrás ido tan lejos.”

Don't leave me for a second, my dearest, because in that moment you'll have gone so far

Pedro continues to recite to you, marveling at how much tighter you clench around him whenever he moans those sweet words to you.

He picks up the pace and shuts his eyes to avoid looking at how beautiful you are as you come undone beneath him. Your sighs and pleas are music to his ears and he questions again how he managed to catch your attention when you could literally have anyone you wanted. Before he realizes what he’s doing, Pedro lets go of the couch and wraps one hand around your throat, wanting nothing more than to feel your heartbeat sounding against his skin. He doesn’t squeeze hard to cut off your breathing but he does get a little rough when he sees how much you’re enjoying his harder touches.

“Oh fuck Pedro...you’re- you feel so good. So fucking good. I- can I cum? Please let me cum.” He’s surprised by the question but finds the prospect of you giving him power over your pleasure more of a turn-on than he cares to admit. Wrapping the other arm around your back, Pedro braces his foot on the floor and pulls you up on his lap, swallowing your moans as he begins to fuck up into you.

“Dame un beso...you want to cum? Then fucking kiss me...kiss me like you want- no, need me. Kiss me like I’m the only one made for you.” He doesn’t know what prompts him to say such things but when you wrap your arms around his neck and pull him in for a kiss, his lungs give out and his hold on your waist tightens.

You’re swallowing his growls and he’s sinking into your desperate pleas and as he thrusts into you a few more times, you feel yourself fall over the edge, cunt clenching around him so tightly you swore you’ve never felt so full before.

Pedro breaks the kiss and rests his forehead on your sternum, continuing to fuck you through your orgasm until he began to feel a strike of pleasure zap through his spine.

“Fuck oh god fucking shit I- que yo cruzaré toda la tierra preguntando, si volverás o si me dejarás muriendo.”

I'll wander mazily over all the earth, asking, Will you come back? Will you leave me here, dying?

Pedro breathes out the last two lines of the poem before he cums, forcing you on his cock a few more times as he shoots his seed deep inside you. You shiver at the warmth spilling in your cunt and painting your walls, never once stopping from kissing across his skin as he slowly brings you down to the couch and refuses to get off of you.

The room feels much hotter than earlier and you don’t let up on your caresses until Pedro smiles at you. A fit of giggles breaks the silence and you can’t help but laugh even more when he frowns down at you.

“What's funny now?” Pedro asks as he maneuvers himself a little off of you.

“Your glasses are all fogged up...can you even see anything?” You ask jokingly and apologize almost instantly when he begins to tickle your neck with his mustache.

“Well someone wanted me to keep them on so,” Pedro takes them off and throws them to the ground before he begins to kiss down your chest. You sigh when he brings his lips to your hardened peeks and teases them with soft licks.

“I mean...I wasn’t sure if you’re able to see anything without them. Those dilf vibes you know.” You hold onto his hands so he doesn’t tickle you again but when he says nothing, you look into his eyes and hope he wasn’t offended by your words.

“Hmm, and yet you were the one begging me to fuck you.” Pedro whispers across your flushed skin and you hiss when he slowly pulls out of you and grabs his undershirt to clean the mess he made between your thighs. He clenches his jaw when he notices how much it pleases him that you’re filled with his cum and he hopes you don’t notice this slightly caveman-ish side of him. But you’re too perceptive for your own good and you sit up on your elbows and stare at him as he dabs at your wet skin.

“Thinking of becoming a real dilf...professor?”

The words make him freeze and he looks into your eyes with embarrassment.

“Not as vanilla as I thought then…” You wink at him and lean over to kiss him when you see how nervous he’s suddenly become. Pedro doesn’t dare to move a muscle as he watches you put your clothes back on and try to look presentable. He doesn’t know what’s going to happen now but when you throw him his clothes, he follows your lead silently and hopes that you’ll notice how new this is for him.

“I know a pizza place that’s still open...how about we order to-go and finish this off at your place.” The smile that takes over his features is almost boyish and you can’t help but pull him in for another kiss.

“Just so we’re on the same page, this isn’t a one-time thing...right?”

“Oh heavens no. You recited your favorite poem to me as you fucked me...no way I’m letting you go now...Professor.” You smile when he murmurs something in Spanish as he collects his stuff and walks out behind you.

“Keep that up and we won’t even make it to the pizza place.” Pedro warns as you lock the office door behind you and make your way through the empty hallway.

“You make that sound like it’s a bad thing!”

“Depends on what your opinion is on car sex.” Pedro winks at you when he looks over and sees the shocked expression on your face.

“How scandalous of you Professor Pascal.” You feign innocence and run ahead when you see him trying to catch you.

“Down girl.” Pedro warns one last time and he tries his hardest to stay serious but the smirk you hold for him makes him break and he shakes his head in anticipation of what you’re about to say to him.

“Or what...you’re going to punish me Professor?”

“Oh bebecita, you’re in for it now.”

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