#this has got to be my favorite reply ever ty for this

[mikareo]

“ ࣭⸰ ★ WHEN SPRING COMES . . . ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀呪術廻戦 ; megumi fushiguro x fem reader

⊹ ⠀⠀ your love for megumi can be compared to a snowflake; delicate and beautiful, stunning and unique. however, spring is coming— and eventually, all snowflakes have to melt. (1.2k)

contains; hanahaki au, rejection, angst, implied death author's note; this is 2 years old pls forgive me,, n hanahaki used to be my favorite trope IM SORRY I POST IT SM ajskl

it’s been over a decade, fifteen years really, of the never-ending winter that you’ve grown so accustomed to. the settled snow has been your comfort zone, a weighted blanket tying you down to his presence since primary school, freezing the ribbon that tied your heart to his for eternity— though only now, you realize that ribbon is a chain, shackling you to a hopeless series of unrequited feelings that could never be returned. you’ve imprisoned yourself to an idea of love that never was. love that you viewed as your personal one-of-a kind snowflake between the two of you; something special and passionate with no barriers or boundaries, which softly flurried around you for your entire lives...

...but snowflakes melt when they touch the ground.

the soft powder is nothing but water now; dirtied water on the blood-ridden pavement, speckled with pink petals of a flower that you used to love. the snowflake is dying. it’s dead. and spring has come.

“tilt your head up,” megumi murmurs with the softest, most lovely voice you’ve ever heard. “you’ve still got some on your chin.”

he’s being generous with his words. you know your skin is stained red, dripping with blood and broken leaves that refuse to be wiped away. luckily for you, he tells you that red is his favorite color— that the scarlet shade compliments your complexion and makes you look beautiful— but you know he’s lying.

the deep clots and black chunks would send anyone into a nauseous fit, he’s too kind to you.

you wish he would be horrible. that he’d hurdle insulting comments, awful remarks, and unforgivable curses— but he’d never.

— and you love him for that.

it’s too bad that he doesn’t feel the same.

he never has. 

he never will.

“does that feel alright?” his washcloth is cold and damp. it’s a muddied mahogany after previously being a gorgeous forrest green. “it’s still warm, right?”

you nod, believing that one more lie won’t hurt your already dreadful situation. “i think you’ve got it all,” the reflection before you is one you recognize, a person of the past that you can’t seem to let go of no matter how many hours you spend wishing them away. “thank you, really.”

despite the normal appearance you now display, with rose-tinted cheeks and swollen eyes, there’s a garden growing in the sink. vines slithering their way down the drain as the water stream attempts to rid them from view. torn tulip petals are strewn across the bathroom floor, and in another life perhaps it would have been romantic to see a flower petal pathway leading towards the bedroom— that’s not your life though. you’ve been left with emptiness and a void of feelings with no return. 

“i’m always here to hold your hair back, i hope you know that.” he smiles with kindness, a genuine goodness that can only be portrayed by him. he’s the best person you know. there’s no mystery as to why you fell for him all those years ago, and why that love has followed you through adulthood. “it’s almost pretty…y’know, in a morbid way.”

hm, funny. morbidly beautiful.

“yeah,” you reply in a snap. “maybe they can be my funeral flowers.”

you've made him angry.

“don’t even joke about that, what the hell?” megumi always gets upset when you say those type of things. his vision turns red and he’s blinded by his own sadness that he forgets that he’s the cause— he’s the calamity that uprooted your formally blissful life. he’s the one who fell in love with someone new. 

winter could’ve lasted forever had he not gone to class that day.

it could raged onwards had he not met her.

you could’ve been hand-in-hand dancing beneath the moonlight on a snowy eve if she hadn’t asked for directions to the library. his kisses could’ve been peppering your face rather than hers if only you’d been more fun, more outgoing, more persuasive, more everything, then maybe he would’ve stayed. 

but megumi didn’t stay...

...he left.

he left as the leaves grew on the barren trees and pollen drifted through the breeze. he said his brief goodbyes to your heart while his chased her’s in yearning. he didn’t so much as glance your way as the hanahaki roots planted themselves in your heart— only choosing to show concern after they’d already grown terminal. he disappeared from your point of view before you could even acknowledge his absence— which was and continues to be unfair.

megumi was yours and now he isn’t. it’s as simple as that. as awful and simple as that. 

“we both know i’m dying.” you murmur, hands folded together as if they're the only things you have left to hang onto. you wish one of those hands could find their place in his warm palm, but the black marker ink etched onto his skin in the shapes of mini hearts and smiley faces are more than enough to drive you away. “there’s no point in denying it anymore. i can barely breathe.”

he shakes his head, backing away from you despite your obvious need for physical comfort.

you thought he knew you better than that. you thought he’d know exactly how to ease your pain, but he doesn’t. he’s very clearly not your soulmate, but for some reason your heart tells you otherwise.

“you’d be able to if you’d just get the surgery,” he says. “please.”

he's begging for something he could solve.

megumi's eyes look dark under the overhead light. “please don’t make me have to see you in a casket.”

the surgery in which the roots are removed from your heart is a tricky one. a procedure that many endure and survive, where they get to continue living their lives healthy and happy— though, are they truly living if they’re void of the love that once consumed them?

“i wouldn’t be able to live with myself, you know that.” your voice is firm, after having had this conversation many times before, “i’d know a part of me was missing. you’re too important for me to just…erase.”

if you’re being completely honest with yourself, you’d rather remain in your eternal winter for the rest of your soul’s existence. yes, it’s cold and dreary, with little to no sunlight and hope of a new love or progression in your relationship with him— but it’s familiar. you find it comfortable and there’s no fear in the feelings that you’re already so accustomed to living with everyday. the thought of spring is terrifying. the season following your beloved winter that represents rebirth and new blossoming love is one that you’ll never come to know— which is completely by choice. there’s no point in limping yourself towards spring when there’s no one you’d rather love than megumi. 

these hanahaki tulips won’t see the sunshine they yearn for when the grass regains its color. they’ll simply wither away with you and the lock that refuses to fall, holding your feelings for him in an eternal slumber that will never be woken. 

“i love you.” you say, whilst knowing that that’s the last thing he wants to hear. “i love you so much.”

your confessions of love are a reminder of your little time left, and he hates it.

he wishes it would all stop; but it can’t and it won’t.

perhaps he should’ve given you a chance when the opportunity arose. then you may have been happy. however, he knows that there’s no forcing love.

you’ve been doomed since the moment you’d laid eyes on him. 

love isn't your happiness.

“i’ve only ever loved you.”

it's your demise.

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[sydsaint]

Summary: The reader is Tyler's on-screen GF. Until one night Tyler goes off and admits that he's tired of pretending.

Dynamite is set to start soon when you finally pull up to the arena for the night. You grab your bag and hurry to the security gate as fast as you can. When you arrive you find Tyler waiting for you next to the gate.

"Tyler? What are you doing out here?" You come to a stop in front of him.

"Waiting for you," Tyler replies as he looks up from his phone. "You texted me that you were going to be late so I figured that I'd meet you out here." He explains.

You crack a small smile and nod. "Awe, you didn't have to wait up for me, Ty." You assure him. "What are we even doing tonight?"

"I've got a match against Ethan Page tonight," Tyler explains. "But before that, we've got that segment where Page is supposed to talk a bunch of shit about you. You know, to give me an excuse to be pissed off I guess." He shrugs.

"Right." You laugh. "To defend my honor."

Tyler laughs with you and the two of you head into the arena. "Exactly." He agrees with you.

Around two months ago Tony Khan paired you up with Tyler to be his on-screen girlfriend to bolster the mixed tag league in AEW. At first, you weren't super into the idea of having to parade around as the infamous HOOK's helpless girlfriend. But with Tyler's help, the two of you have become the powerhouse couple of the division. Even if you aren't a real couple.

You get to the locker rooms backstage and slip into the one that you and Tyler share. The two of you aren't there for long when Taz swings by to talk to Tyler.

"Well if it isn't AEW's favorite couple." Taz teases you and Tyler when he comes through the door.

"Dad." Tyler groans.

You giggle as you lace up your boots and smile at Taz. "Hey, Taz." You greet him.

"Hey, Y/N." Taz smiles right back at you. "See, that's how you greet someone, Tyler." He turns to his son. "You should be taking pointers from your girlfriend, son." He chuckles.

Tyler rolls his eyes casually and walks Taz over to the corner so they can chat. You finish up getting ready to head out just as Tyler and Taz finish up their conversation and Taz heads out.

"So..." You walk over to Tyler by the door. "What did he want?" You ask him.

"Nothing important." Tyler shrugs. "Come on, we should head out." He grabs the door for you.

You nod and the two of you head down to the tunnel for Tyler's match. Backstage, a couple of cameramen are setting up to record the backstage segment when you arrive. You spot Ethan hanging out with Isiah Cassidy on the other side of the room and walk over to them.

"Hey, Ethan." You greet Page. "So, what kinda sleazy insults are you working up for this promo?" You ask him casually.

"Hey, Y/N." Ethan turns away from Isiah to greet you. "You know? I haven't really decided yet. But I'm sure they'll be good." He jokes.

You giggle and pat his arm casually. "Make it look good." You wink playfully and walk back over to Tyler.

"What was all that about?" Tyler asks you when you get back over to him.

"Hmm? What? Ethan?" You glance back at Page. "We were just joking around is all." You shrug. "Why? What's up?"

You watch Tyler's jaw clench ever so slightly as he stares across the room at Ethan and Isiah. "Isiah Cassidy has been eye-fucking you since we walked into the room." He informs you in an annoyed tone.

"He has?" You turn around and look at Isiah. "Oh, hmm." You catch him staring just like Tyler said. "Well, I'm sure that it's nothing."

Tyler grunts but lets it go when the camera crew gives the signal that they are ready and Tony Schiavoni enters the fray.

You record the segment with Tyler and Ethan, but you can't help but notice that Tyler seems a bit more angry than usual. If that's even possible when he's playing HOOK for the camera. Once the segment is recorded you walk off with Tyler and confront him.

"Tyler, are you alright?" You ask him. "You seem kind of on edge tonight." You inform him of your concern.

"I'm alright, Y/N." Tyler softens his expression with a nod. "Come on, let's head out to the ring." He gestures for you to step in front of him since you usually come out first during Tyler's and your entrance.

You and Tyler do your usual couples entrance then head down to the ring together. You give Tyler a kiss on the cheek when you get to the ring then take your place in his corner on the floor. Isiah and Ethan come out next and get the match started.

'What the hell?' You think to yourself during the match when it seems like Tyler is getting angrier and angrier. And his anger doesn't seem to be directed at Ethan like it should. But rather, it seems like Tyler is only seconds away from pummeling Isiah Cassidy for some unknown reason.

"Tyler?!" You rush around the corner when suddenly Tyler is rushing Isiah and tackling him to the floor.

The bell rings declaring Ethan the winner of the match by default and the referee rushes to get Tyler off of Isiah. You come around the corner as well and grab Tyler's arm to yank him off of Isiah.

"Keep her name out of your fucking mouth!" Tyler shouts as you pull him off of Isiah and drag him up the ramp.

You silently drag Tyler up the ramp and backstage despite his obvious desire to beat on Isiah some more. Once you're backstage you shove him back and confront him for his erratic behavior.

"What the fuck, Tyler!" You confront your partner. "What the hell was all that for?" You ask him.

Tyler starts to come down from his adrenaline high and takes a second to look at you. You stand firmly in place and wait for an explanation. But what you don't expect is instead of explaining himself, Tyler steps forward and cups your face out of the blue before kissing you harshly.

"I'm sorry." Tyler apologizes before he lets you go. "But I wasn't going to stand by and let Isiah talk about you like that." He explains.

"Like what?" You reply confused. "I haven't heard Isiah say anything about me today. Just Ethan. And we both know that was just for the camera."

Tyler lets out a small sigh and absentmindedly grabs your hand. "Remember when my dad came by earlier to talk to me?" He asks you. "He came by because he overheard Isiah saying some nasty shit about you to some of his buddies earlier today. Then when we were in the ring he kept taunting me about it whenever I got close to him." He explains.

"Oh my gosh! Are you serious?" You let out a small gasp. "Why in the hell would Isiah do that?" You ask yourself.

"I don't know." Tyler shrugs. "But he sure as hell ain't going to be doing it again." He adds.

"I can see that." You giggle. "You know you sure are protective for a fake boyfriend." You joke.

Tyler rolls his eyes at you and shakes his head. "Naw, you're my real girlfriend now. I'm tired of pretending." He informs you. "Plus it's obvious that you're into me for real."

"Oh is it now?" You laugh. "Last time I checked, you kissed me first, playboy." You remind him.

"Irrelevant." Tyler grins. "Besides. You wanted me to kiss you. I could tell." He insists.

[unactivewaspsfics]

Hi, I saw that you were open for OW requests and was wondering if it was okay to request Hanzo with an introverted s/o? They like to relax at home more instead of going to parties and having a quiet life. Only going out sometimes for dinner or a movie/museum. How would their relationship start and how would he show affection? Thank you in advance! <3

Insecure Connection

A/N: RAHHHH TY FOR MY FIRST REQUEST <33 I tried my best and I do really hope you enjoy it anon! I haven't written for Hanzo or Requests so if I messed up don't feel scared to tell me where I messed up at! I put so much love into this omg </3 ALSO, if there isn't a said gender in a request I will try to not give any specified gender :) Ily and enjoy reading :D.

Pairing: Hanzo Shimada X Introverted S/O

Word Count: 1,195 words

How You Met / How Your Relationship Started:

Okay, so I feel like Hanzo would 100% of met you at an Aquarium, more specifically in the jellyfish exhibit. Hardly anyone is in there because of the dark but he admires the shapes, sizes, and the jellyfish themselves as they glow.

You saw he was, basically, the only other person there so you decided to join next to him and view The Box Jellyfish they had in a giant tank in the center of the exhibit. The two of you stood next to each other for, at least, 4 minutes. Each of you giving the other brief glances.

Hanzo took a deep breath, sensing how awkward this moment was, and decided to ask you, “So, which Jellyfish is your favorite?”. You smiled, replying with your favorite jellyfish, which the exhibit didn't have. You explained for a moment how you came all this way for a Jellyfish that wasn't even there. Hanzo nodded his head in agreement, replying with "I am so sorry... There must have been another reason you came here?".

You nodded, giving a small laugh before saying how when you were stressed, going to places like this would help calm you down. It was a kind of haven, no one really to bother you and it wasn't so overwhelming your social battery would go down quickly.

Hanzo agreed. "Social spaces also make me... anxious in a sense. I can't always be in them for too long. I am glad you understand what I go through." This interaction was the start of your friendship.

The two of you would spend the rest of the aquarium visit together, commenting briefly on the ocean life and similar experiences you may have. You never realized how much you could connect with someone out of online experiences like the way the two of you connected at this moment!

By the end of the visit, the two of you decided to exchange numbers. The moment you got home you started to message Hanzo. He replied almost immediately. The more the two of you messaged, and sent memes (although he wasn't 100% how to send them or what they were at first), you guys hit it off! The cycle repeated for weeks on end until the messages started implying more hangouts.

You and Hanzo went to many little 'mini-dates' over the year after the aquarium. You visited bookstores, history and art museums, went to hidden lakes to swim, and even went on a week-trip to a cabin in the woods. That trip is where everything started to change between you two, more than it ever has.

During the first half of the week, it was filled with swimming, smores, movie nights, coffee morning, Hanzo teaching you how to shoot a bow while you taught him how to see constellations in the stars. It was like a dream to you and Hanzo.

It was one certain night though, the two of you sat outside next to the fire, the radio playing quiet music as nature also sang her song. Hanzo sitting right next to you on the only wooden bench at the cabin as the fire started to burn out.

"I just would like to tell you," he began, closing his eyes with a deep breath, and leaning back into the seat. "You have been one if not, the only person who understands me to an extent. I don't want us to ever... ever fade apart." You smiled, agreeing with him, noticing how nervous he seemed. You questioned Hanzo about it and he didn't reply, only opening his eyes and looking off into what was left of the fire.

"I have to say this but I would like it if we are able- if you want to officially be my partner... romantically, I mean." He said, clearing his throat through his pauses as he turned to you. Your confused look turned into a smile. You mentioned to him how you felt the same way, the same connection of an introvert finding their duo; their other half in a sense. Hanzo smiled. He smiled more than you could possibly handle.

You moved your hand to his cheek, cupping it as he did the same to you. He laughed under his breath, blowing you a small kiss with a wink. This caused you to move your hand and start laughing; both of you started to laugh harder. It was so sudden and out of character for him, you weren't expecting it! (He wasn't expecting himself to do that either.

"I am- so sorry dear," he said between laughter, calming his composure quickly. You told him it was 'okay, love', that night being the start of your relationship... officially, I mean.

How Hanzo shows his affection:

I believe he shows his affection for you mainly through small gifts, acts of service, and physical touch.

Regarding small gifts I mean stuff most people wouldn't really notice or care for, but you do. Before the two of you started to stay over at each other's places he would bring you your favorite flower every time you two saw each other after agreeing to start dating. Whether that be just meeting up for coffee, a mini-date, or even just hanging out at each other's homes.

You also started to notice that he would leave little notes behind with you whenever he stayed over at your house. The notes would have little cute poetry written on them, each one writing out a thing he loved about you. It was actually pretty cute, you kept every note he left.

The next affectionate thing he would do is acts of service. If it was to help you with shopping or cleaning your home he would be over to help when we could. He loved spending time with you, and even more if he could help you with something that you have pushed back for a while.

He also never minded buying you stuff you saw from stores online. You couldn't make comments about a jacket looking good without him buying it with quick shipping! Because of this, you started to have to remind him just because you say you might want something, it doesn't mean you want it. But you understood where Hanzo came from, he just wanted to make you happy and If that meant buying you stuff then that is what he has to do!

Finally, physical touch. He may not seem like it, but he is the kind of person to cuddle up on the couch or give you kisses on your shoulders or forehead. Even if you may not be a fan of it, he would respect it and hold back.

But come on, no way you could keep declining that face! When you allowed him to cuddle or hug you, kiss you, or even hold your hand, he cherished every moment of it. He would tighten his hold on you as you lay next to him on the bed, pushing his face into your shoulder and kissing it quietly with a hidden smile on his face. If you held hands he would squeeze your hand so firmly, rubbing his thumb on yours while he leaned more onto your body.

[happi-tree]

cursed, cast, cat

Hi, lovebirds!!! It's been a minute since I've posted frogshow fic on here, but this spooky au concept and @themissakat's wonderful art of it simply will not let me rest (they helped me brainstorm for it and the stuff they've made is absolutely GORGEOUS - check it out here and here if you haven't already). I'm planning on adding more to this au (everything on here will be tagged under #cc au), so you'll see more of it soon, and this short bit is just the beginning! With all that said and done, the fic is below the cut! Hope you guys enjoy this new variant of our favorite trio <3

<I found you something,> a teasing voice singsongs through their link, honey-sweet and syrup-thick. 

Marcy hums and finishes tying her bundle of herbs together with red twine, stepping up on her chair and then the counter to hang it from the rafters with its companions.

<Please tell me it’s more weeping trillium,> she sighs back. <We’re almost out, and mail order is so expensive - >

<Even better,> the voice purrs, and Marcy can practically feel the smirk in its tone, the ghost of it threatening to pull at her own lips. She rolls her eyes instead as their door creaks open, the bell at the top chiming a cheery welcome. 

“Look what the cat dragged in,” Marcy says aloud, eyes still focused on getting the twine to fasten tightly around the thick, oaken beam.

<I mean, I’d sure appreciate it if you looked,> the voice resounds in her head, snarky but warm.

“Okay, hang on, let me just - what did I tell you about bringing your kills into the house!?”

Sitting pretty just past the threshold is a rather large cat, brown-coated with darker markings around its face and paws like a Burmese would, but with luxurious, fluffy fur more comparable to a Himalayan. Said coat of fur is matted in places, speckled with burrs and forest detritus that indicate hours of scouring through the underbrush, and pretty gold-brown eyes stare up into hers.

In the cat’s jaws is a lump of brownish something that squirms in her unbothered grip. 

<Firstly, rude,> the cat replies, promptly depositing the poor thing on the floor and casually trapping it beneath fluffy paws as it scrambles to get away. <That was one time, and I was half-high on the neighbor kids’ catnip! So not my fault. Secondly, she’s clearly alive.>

“I can see that,” Marcy says, catching flashes of amphibian-looking skin as the creature vainly struggles to free itself.

<And thirdly, I should get pets, because the way this one screamed at me the entire way here practically made me want to kill her.> The cat glares at its paws before letting out a shocked <You talk to your mother with that mouth? … Jeez, forget I asked.>

“Ooookay. Why on earth would you bring… a toad… to me?” 

Marcy gets a light chuff in response. 

<I’m gonna let you go now, but you gotta stay still or so help me, I will put you in my mouth again and both of us will hate it,> the cat says to whatever’s in its grasp before pulling back to sit on its haunches. 

And sitting in the middle of their kitchen floor is the grumpiest-looking toad Marcy has ever seen. It beeps at - well, she isn’t sure who. Perhaps about the situation in general.

“Aw, that was cute,” Marcy coos. The toad beeps again, somehow angrier than before. 

Maybe it’s… injured somehow?

<Look closer. Can’t you see it?>

The toad puffs itself up rather defensively under their twin scrutiny.

Marcy looks. 

Oh. 

She lets out a long, low whistle. “That is one heck of a curse you’ve got laid on you, ma’am.”

<I found her just from the smell,> the cat remarks. <So strong, I tracked her for acres before I got to ‘er. Pain in the nose, really.> 

The toad makes a high, affronted little noise at that. 

<The curse is what smells, lady, not you!> A pause. <Well, we’re gonna try to help you out, okay?> The mind-voice is soft and reassuring, a blanket to Marcy’s frantic inner monologue even when it isn’t speaking to her directly, and there’s a rush of fondness that Marcy knows the other can feel through their bond.

Amber eyes meet hers again. <This here’s Sasha, and she’s a fellow businesswoman!>

“A businesswoman, huh?” Marcy muses. “Well, lucky for you, I’m never one to turn away custom-ah!”

Marcy loses her footing on the countertop, foot slipping off the edge and sending her toppling face-first toward the floor. The cat dashes forward, surging upward, form growing and shifting and eyes alight with blue until -

A strong, sure arm wraps snugly around her waist, steady and tanned from the harvest sun, while its opposite spans across the backs of her shoulders. Marcy gazes up at her savior, taking in familiar mahogany-colored curls and onyx-dark eyes and full, grinning lips. 

“Careful there, darlin’,” Anne says with a wink and a smirk, and Marcy can feel her face heat a bit. 

“Ah.” 

A leaf falls out of Anne’s hair. Marcy sends it back into place with a flick of her finger and a wink of her own, tucking one of Anne’s wayward curls behind her ear. 

Anne splutters, and something sun-yellow and impossibly affectionate fills the cavities of Marcy’s chest. She presses their hands together, a habit-turned-spell, and she feels practically incandescent with the feeling, like she could-

<What the fuck are you guys supposed to be?> A new voice, steel-sharpened and moon-cold, breaks through Marcy’s mind and thus, the moment as well.

Oh. Right. The toa- the girl.

Marcy quickly clears her throat, untangling herself from her partner’s arms even as Anne mentally whines at her.

“Well, Miss Sasha, allow me to introduce myself. My name is Marcy Wu, and I’m a witch!” She exclaims with a dramatic bow and flourish. Sasha somehow seems even less impressed - it’s truly a marvel that she can express such an emotion with a toad’s face.

She gestures to the woman beside her, who rests a calloused hand on her shoulder. “And the lovely lady who brought you here is Anne, my loyal familiar.”

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Sparkle

cw. pre!release, gn!reader, step 1

pairing. tamarack x reader

notes. a cute anonymous request i received not too long ago. it made me think of the cute dialogue in step 1's prologue if the MC has a crush on tamarack and finds her special. first love, amirite?

"Oh no!!" Tamarack's sudden screech of dismay brings you to a halt.

You look at your neighbor in worry, "what's wrong?"

"I forgot my scarf at school!" Tamarack answers with a frown.

She's right, you realize. Where normally a muted pink scarf, hand-knit from Granny herself, rests on Tamarack's shoulders, there is nothing. Neither of you had noticed at all that it had well-loved scarf had still been in Tamarack's cubby when you left your schoolgrounds in favor of heading home.

Today was supposed to be a particularly fun day at the Baumanns.

Mom had work so you'd be spending the afternoon with the cozy family next door. Granny had made stollen the night before and you'd all be eating it together once you got home. Then once you ate your fill, it would be back to your normally scheduled programming.

You'd play in the confines of their backyard until the urge to explore grew stronger. Then you'd go off the beaten path and play in the autumnal woods surrounding the cul-de-sac until it was time to go home. If you were lucky, maybe Mom would even let you have your own sleepover.

While you doubted a missing scarf would be enough to ruin your day, it still is a damper on the mood walking home from school.

"Do you have an extra in your bag?"

"No," Tamarack sighs, shoulders sagging forward in disappointment.

You would have thought everything was in the messenger bag Tamarack brought everywhere. It's much like Mary Poppin's magical bag with how much Tamarack manages to squeeze in it. If she were to ever pull out a bed or a lamp from it, you wouldn't be surprised in the slightest.

"We can always go back to school and get it," you offer. You turn back around in the direction you came from. "Mrs. Murray might still be there!" The chances are slim but they aren't entirely zero.

Your teacher had been there when you left, at least. So were Qiu, Darren and Baxter who all planned on having some sort of dinner at The Diner Table before going to the Murray's for a sleepover. Maybe if you turn back now, you'll be able to catch them.

Tamarack shakes her head, sparkly hair dancing in the wind, "it's okay." The shorter girl shudders. Autumn may be her favorite season but not even Tamarack is a match for chilly weather without her scarf.

"Wanna wear mine? I'm not cold."

"Really," Tamarack brightens almost immediately at the suggestion.

You nod with a grin, "you let me use your scarf all the time anyway." So it's nothing to let your best friend wear yours when the shoe is on the other foot.

Your scarf unravels with ease when you tug at it due to the lazy manner you threw it over your shoulders earlier.

"We're scarf buddies now!" Tamarack puffs her cheeks in an eager grin, her fuzzy eyebrows angled for mischief. "Ones that switch scarves."

"Allow me, Miss Baumann," you mimic the honorable bows of knights in books and movies, accent posh and haughty.

Your actions only serve to make Tamarack giggle, hopping giddily in place. Her heavy bag jingles with her movements, thudding against her audibly. The giggles and hopping eventually subside but Tamarack's ruby eyes shine regardless as she wipes her clothes down with small hands. Once she deems them proper enough, she bows using her the ends of her overall shorts as a dress, curtsying. "Thank you, Knight [First]," Tamarack replies as regal she can manage.

You share another laugh as you straighten up. With your friend standing still for once, you set to work. It's not difficult at all but you still make careful work in wrapping it around your friend's shoulder as she often does, tying it just so.

It isn't Tamarack's handiwork but you know it'll stay wrapped squarely around her shoulders indefinitely until she decides to take it off.

"Oops," you giggle when you realize her hair has been smooshed under her scarf as well. "I'll fix it!"

Tamarack snickers as well, raising her chin although it doesn't truthfully do much to help you in moving her hair outside of its scarf prison.

Sparkle. Tamarack does nothing but sparkle.

From the shiny speckles dotted throughout her gold hair to how her eyes light up whenever she's excited. You wonder where she gets them from. Neither Granny or Mr. Baumann's hair sparkles. Maybe they did once long ago before they got old and the sparkles faded from their hair. But I've seen pictures of Tamarack's dad, there are few scattered throughout the drawing room in the Baumann family hair. He doesn't got any either.

As for the one picture you found of Tamarack's mom. (Something tucked far into the corners of the house that isn't easily seen in the slightest. It's the only complete family photo you've ever found of the Baumanns. Tamarack was very young in the photo, nestled in her mother's arms while everyone smiled at the photographer. If everyone was so happy in the photo, you wonder why it seldom sees the light of day.) Her hair is brown and there aren't any sparkles to be seen there either.

Maybe this means Tamarack's sparkles are something special. A Tamarack thing.

That makes a lot sense in your fifth grade mind.

Berry red eyes look up at you, framed by fluffy locks with sparkles interwoven in each strand.

Pretty...

"[First]?"

You blink with a start, "huh?"

Tamarack raises an eyebrow curious but she smiles despite her confusion, "come on let's go," she hops once more.

For a moment you wish you hadn't offered your scarf to the girl so you could bury your face in it. You still feel the fluffy soft strands underneath your fingertips. "Yeah, let's go," you follow after the forest-loving girl who has already started skipping ahead, unaware to your plight.

[mooodyblue]

Hey please can you write Austin butler x little reader where reader has a tantrum and is rude to Austin and she’s really upset and austin cheers her up then it’s basically fluff :))

ty for the request! hope u enjoy <3

wc: 877

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it was that time of the month when austin went and attempted to wash every plushie you owned. there was usually no fight to get the plushies into the wash, up until he had to take away your favorite puppy stuffie that you were incredibly attached to. you loved to mindlessly chew the ear all the time and dragged that thing everywhere you went in the house, even outside. that thing needed a bath desperately.

austin had prayed, hoping you wouldn't be little when it came time to gather everything up for the wash. unfortunately, that wasn't the case. you'd slipped after breakfast before he could even gather your plushies together. 

he watched as you lay on the floor on your stomach, drawing a picture with the one plushie he needed tucked under your chest. he needed to come up with a plan to get that thing in the wash and immediately. but how could he do it without you getting mad? he took a deep breath and sighed, sitting up slightly. “hey baby? can you let daddy do something?” 

you let out a small hum in response as you continued to draw on the piece of paper. 

“think you'll let daddy take your puppy and run him in the wash? i think he needs a little bath.” he asked, nervously. 

you turned your head to glare at him, “no.” 

“you'll get him back quickly, i promise. please?” he begged. 

“no.” 

austin wasn't going to give up that easy, he finally got you to leave the plushie behind when you went to use the bathroom, leaving the small puppy on the couch. he eyed the plushie and picked it up quickly, rushing to the washer to toss him in and mumbling a quick apology in the process, turning it on and rushing back to the couch. you returned with a grin on your face, excited to get back to your loving daddy. 

it took you some time to notice that he was gone. in the middle of snuggling with austin, you went to scoop up your plush friend, only to find him not there. “daddy, puppy’s gone.” 

“huh? oh.” he sat up, “did you misplace him?” 

“i left him here!” you exclaimed as you threw all the pillows off the couch. “daddy, where is he? i need him! where did he go?” 

“i-” he stuttered. “d-did you drop him somewhere?” 

“no! i left him on the couch-” you stopped in your tracks, slowly moving your head to look at austin. “daddy.” 

austin looked away, clearing his throat and scratching the back of his head nervously. 

“you took my puppy! where is he?!” 

he laughed nervously, “well….he said he wanted a bath, okay? so i-” 

tears began to pool in your eyes, the loss of comfort your favorite plushie already starting to make you feel uncomfortable. “i need him back now.” you whined. 

austin sighed, “i’m sorry, angel. you're gonna have to wait another forty minutes, i promise you'll be happy when he's all nice and clean.” 

the anger in your system was unbearable. how could austin do that to you? you picked up a pillow and softly hit his side with it, “mean!” you hit him again, austin throwing his hands up to shield himself. “daddy’s mean!” 

“hey!” he blocked his face as you hit him, finally taking the pillow away. “that's not nice, y/n.” he understood your frustration. having a comfort item taken away from you like that wasn't the greatest feeling ever, but unfortunately it had to be done just for a little while. “i know you hate being away from him but it's not for forever, i promise.” 

you frowned, “promise? you'll give him back?”

he pulled you on his lap, sitting you on his knee. “have i ever broken a promise?” 

“no….” you replied quietly. 

“that's right. with just a little patience, you'll have your friend back in no time.” he smiled, pressing a kiss to your temple. “you can hold onto me as long as you need to, just don't chew my ear, that's all i ask.” 

you giggled softly, wrapping your arms around him tightly and going back to your cartoons. time flew by fast and the sound of beeps coming from the dryer caused you to sit up, looking at austin. “alright, let's go see if he's dry. c'mon.” you nodded and hopped off his lap as you followed him to the dryer, watching him open it and dig out your beloved puppy stuffie. 

“look who it is! what's that?” he brought the plushie to his ear, “oh really?...” 

“what'd he say? is he okay?” you asked, tugging at austin's arm. 

“he said he missed you! and he said thank you for giving me a nice bath, he needed it! now i think someone needs a hug.” he handed you the plushie, smiling as you immediately took it and hugged it tightly. 

the fresh scent and warmth brought you the much-needed comfort you missed so dearly. you pressed a kiss to his nose and hugged it tightly to your chest. “thank you for making him clean.” you pecked austin's cheek and skipped away happily, warming austin's heart as he began taking your other plushies out of the dryer.

[munsonshair]

dance with me - eddie munson x reader

summary: eddie asks you to the annual graduation dance.

warnings: mentions of weed/cigs

a/n: short oneshot i wrote in an hour. thought this idea was cute… lmk how i did<33 ily all

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“we’ve got to go y/n!” says your best friend, robin as she heads out the front door. “we’re about to miss first period!”

“i’m coming! just gotta get my bag.” you reply whilst putting on your shoes.

it seems like an everyday thing at this point. not even three years later can help you from almost missing first period. besides, it’s not like your teacher hates your guts or something.

you finish up tying your laces and quickly get up to get your bag. your everyday trend of running late has never gotten better. you hurry down your stairs and see robin resting up against the door.

her eyes are closed, pretending to be asleep. she hears your footsteps and says, “at this point, let’s just miss school.”

you playfully roll your eyes and respond with, “maybe just first period, yeah?”

“sounds good. let’s head to hot dog on a stick first.”

“alright, but i’m not driving.” you laugh.

robin rolls her eyes and you guys get in your car. she turns on the ignition and you guys are on your way.

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on your way to school, coming back from hot dog on a stick, you finish your lemonade and immediately think about how your day is structured.

just like any other day, right?

robin pulls into the parking lot and to your surprise, you both encounter your boyfriend of three years.

as it turns out, eddie has been waiting in his van till he’s seen your car in the parking lot.

you get out of your car with a puzzled look on your face.

“i’ll meet you in second, yeah?” says robin. she didn’t want to third wheel after all.

“yeah. i’ll see you there, babe.” you smile back to her and give her a little wave.

you turn your head and face your boyfriend, eddie. “eds? what are you doing out here?” you ask eddie, considering he’s missed first period.

“i was waiting till your car pulled up, sweetheart. i don’t wanna go to school if my girl isn’t here.” he responds, smiling as he reaches in for a hug.

your head is to his chest and you can feel his heartbeat accelerate. “you okay, eds? your heartbeat is kinda fast.”

“what? psh yeah im fine. never been better.” he reassures you. “there is one thing though, come.”

he gives you his hand for you to hold. you follow him to the back of his van and wait for him to open the doors.

“eds, what are you doing?”

“hold on for me, sweetheart.” eddie responds to you, smirking. he opens the doors to his van and you’re taken by surprise.

inside the van were your favorite flowers, white lilies. you’ve told him your favorites of everything one day whilst on a date. he remembered your favorite flower, how thoughtful.

you see a basket with cassette tapes of your favorite bands; metallica, iron maiden, megadeth. some of them even had tape with “my sweet girl’s favorites” written in black marker.

in the basket, there’s two bags of buds with one of them saying “weed be good together” and another “dance with me?”

your eyes begin to form tears in a way of being emotional. no one’s ever done this type of surprise for you.

you turn to eddie and say, “i would love to dance with you, eds.” you jump into his arms, almost making him fall over due to the momentum.

he takes you in his arms and squeezes your torso, tightly. “thank god. i thought you’d think it was stupid or something.” he says to you.

“eds, this is the nicest thing anyone ever done to me. i love it so much, thank you.”

“oh crap, i almost forgot.” he says and breaks the hug. he reaches in his left pocket for his pack of cigarettes and searches for a specific one.

“not the right time for a smoke break, don’t you think?”

“of course not. i was actually gonna give one to you.” he replies while passing you the cigarette. “read it.”

“what? okay.” you take the cigarette from his fingers and read the black ink.

people write songs about girls like you.

youre instantly hit with a wash of red on your face. you can feel the jitters in your stomach start to form, as well as the newly formed tears.

“eddie, oh my god.” you look up to him with your teary eyes. “i love you, eds.”

he looks down at you and shows off his beautiful teethy smile. his dimple starting to form in his cheek will never get old.

“i love you, y/n. more than anything.” he replies and grabs your face. he places his hand around the side of your face and kisses you.

the kiss is warm, warmer than any other kiss. he takes your bottom lip while you take his top lip. you break the warm fulfilling kiss and say, “let’s finish this after school, how’s that sound?”

eddie’s eyes sparkle when you said that. god he’s so adorable.

“amazing; sounds amazing. except you wont be standing.” he finishes off his smart remark with a smirk.

you playfully punch his arm and respond with a kiss on his cheek. you then whisper, “i can promise that you won’t be standing either. now let’s go to class, eds.”

he looks at you and continues to smile. reluctantly, he follows you as you lead yourselves to class. as you’re leaving, eddie playfully smacks your ass and says that there was something on it.

“you’re a freak, munson.” you say to his beautiful face.

“and you love it, y/l/n.”

[lynxindisguise]

20 asks for fic writers

ty for the tag @plecotusauritus and @wanderingdonut <333

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

16

2. what's your total ao3 word count?

300,242 (damn)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

hp, have considered branching into black sails and good omens

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hot Cocoa Incident of '77

shorn and scarred and yours

A Dog in Stag's Clothing

Sarcastic Truths and Lies By Omission

exes, horcruxes, and other reasons to panic

conclusion: bitches love hogwarts fluff, slytherin sirius, and divorce!!

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Yes! I love comments!

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending

Uhhh I guess the corndog fic?? all my wolfstar fics currently end happily, though Of Monsters and Cowards has more of an open ending

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

They're all happy honestly, but The Hut of the Mistold is probably the most neatly wrapped up, all the warm and fuzzies, happily ever after ending.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nothing directly mean, but I'll get comments that make me go, "why did you feel the need to say that?" Like ranting a little too enthusiastically about the main character's choices or commenting on how they wanted more of xyz in a chapter (especially when the fic isn't even finished!) Oh and I got one the other day from a guest on a reply I made to someone else that was clearly trying to start an argument about something that had nothing to do with the fic??? I don't respond to those comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Typically I write a little smooching that fades into a vague description, but I wrote six different versions of smut for don't cover our tracks

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I write a lot of AU's based in other worlds, but not crossovers. (Unless @impishtubist and I make the ineffable wolfstar crossover happen!)

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. And hot take—I genuinely think a lot of cases of "fic stealing" are just coincidence. I'm not saying it doesn't happen, but I do believe we're all collectively tossing around one brain cell, and we're bound to have similar ideas.

I once read a fic that shared a lot of themes/ideas/details with one of my fics, and upon discovering this, I plotted to trick the writer into becoming my deeply beloved mutual.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had people ask if they could translate my fics before a few times, but I don't think anything has come of it?

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not currently... (refer to 10)

14. What's your all-time favorite ship?

Wolfstar

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

... probably the ATLA AU :/

The idea possessed me back in January of last year, and I plotted out the entire thing, but I've had no motivation to actually write it. I think the problem is that it's too cinematic, and I can't translate it to prose.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Probably world-building, in the way that I can look at one world and say "how would this translate to another?" "what little details and references can I pull from and play with?" "how do I adjust my writing style to make this feel like the genre I'm replicating?"

Also unusual metaphors, zingy little commentary, and comedic timing in dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I really struggle with prose. Which sounds silly, but like, I'm not writing prose—I'm translating the screenplay in my brain to prose, which is weird. And I think it can make my writing really jarring because it's lacking that slow, immersive reflection that is just so delicious when done well.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Dude I put a few Welsh words in hotm and panicked that even those would be wrong. If it was ever important for the story, I'd find someone who spoke the language to help me.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

hp

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Please Don't See Me

tagging @kaaaaaaarf @spindrifters @impishtubist @soloorganaas @femme--de--lettres @fruityindividual @worldenough-and-time

[withacapitalp]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love!

Daisies (Steddie)

Summary: He hacked out a few more harsh sounding noises, before he spat into his open palm, taking a relieved breath as whatever was lodged in his throat came out. Eddie would’ve been relieved too, confused, but okay now that Steve was safe. And then he saw what was in Steve’s hand. A daisy. Steve had just coughed up a fucking daisy. And, judging by the completely blasé expression he had on his face as he looked down at it, this wasn’t the first time. When Steve wakes up choking on flowers, Eddie thinks that it might be the end. It turns out to be just the beginning.

I love Daisies so much and the response it got was wayyyy more than I ever could have expected!!! A hanahaki AU that it's a little non-traditional and one of my all time faves I've written!!!

2. Princess (Steddie, Steve and Chrissy)

Summary: “You knew Chrissy” Eddie managed to force out, feeling like he was about to vomit. Steve nodded, still looking at the picture. Chrissy’s little face was overtaken by an absolutely enormous grin, and her right hand was tightly grabbing onto Steve’s free left one.  “Who do you think gave her her title?” He asked rhetorically, side-eyeing Eddie to gauge his reaction. When Eddie didn’t give one, Steve sighed, stepping away, “People always get that story wrong though,” Eddie wakes up alone, goes downstairs, and finds out things he wasn't ready to know.

Princesssssssss. Augh this one hurts me every time I read it and it's one of my top favorite head canons. I think Steve and Chrissy being cousins hits a chord that is just so perfect? This little detail that doesn't actually exist to anyone but me is so canon to me now haha!

3. Let Me Just Hold You Now (Stolen)

Summary: Steve has a routine for nights like this. A routine for the times when his world gets flipped on its axis. Just four simple steps to keep his body alive while his mind tries to sort through whatever fucked up thing he just went through.  Steve has a Routine.  Robin breaks that Routine.

THIS FIC MAN. I really hit a stride with Stolen fics that just felt soooooo yeah I really loved writing this one and that's not something I can usually say!!

4. The Day After (Stoncy)

Summary: The morning after Steve helps to destroy a demon who had been trying to kill Jonathan Byers and Nancy Wheeler, he goes to school. He didn't want to go. He didn't know why he did it. He just went. It was startling to see how the rest of the world didn't change.

Agh! So I have a mixed relationship with this series but I had to include a stoncy fic in this list and this one was the one that really started it all. The first long fic I finished, the first one I felt really proud of, and the fic that really started my love for stranger things. Yeah I'm proud of this one.

5. How to Rehabilitate a Jock (Eventual Steddie WIP)

Summary: After their breakup, Steve found that being around Nancy and Jonathan was pretty much unbearable. His old friends wouldn't even look at him, and there was only so much time he could spend with the kids before he started feeling kind of pathetic. All in all, he was a pretty lonely person now. But was he really lonely enough to consider joining Hellfire club? And were they really willing to accept having a dethroned king in their party? A post season two AU where Steve becomes a part of hellfire club

This one is probably my baby and will be for at least the rest of the year. She gives me so much trouble but I love her so gosh darn much!!!!! Anyways it's my most popular story, it feels like a lot of pressure, but I love it.

TY MORGAN THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN AND IM SO GRATEFUL YOU SENT THISSSS

[uhuraisgay]

fic writer meme

ty lore @megafaunatic for tagging meee :3c

How many works do you have on Ao3?

fifty three as of today. tomorrow? who knows.... (probably still fifty three)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

518,435 words .... wrow.....

3. What fandoms do you write for?

historically its been all over the place but theres so much stuff rotting and dying in my gdrive that has never been posted so i feel like i have a broader actual ouvre than is represented on ao3. which is mdzs heavy at least in the past couple years

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. beyond all limit (wangxian i wrote for lore right after i first read the book) 4. if the story's over (moshang post-divorce get-together fic) 3. someone as good for me as you (written in 2016 for holster and ransom when i was reading check, please. LMAO) 2. at least as deep as the pacific ocean (written in 2015 in the clearest example of 'person distraught by the tragic ending of a tragedy misses the fucking point and writes a coffee shop au of achilles and patroclus after she read tsoa' ever, even bigger LMAO) 1. your name safe in their mouth (lsz gets his dad back, and other emotional adventures)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to try to reply to every comment i got but i stopped doing that around the same time i went to college and got more depressed. but i love reading comments and i sometimes reply if someone says something that moves me or like. asks me a question about the fic that i want to elaborate on? because i love to yap

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not really good at writing straight angst i feel like it's normally like. angst with catharsis. but i wrote some explorations on grief in the past couple years that i feel like have the angst factor (what i have of you about nhs after nmj dies, and then when your beard fell out about my sweetie pie kageyama tobio in middle school after his grandpa dies)

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

i have a lot of silly fluffy fics... idk i try to toe the line mostly of like. the joys and sadnesses of human experience but sometimes you just gotta fluff it up. i'll set the table, you can make the fire, which is book verse aziraphale/crowley living in a cottage and being in love, comes to mind....i love that one

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i've ever really gotten hate on a fic? i have been extremely lucky in that regard. especially since my whole ouvre from like 2014 onward is on that damn site and much of it is very cringeworthy.

9. Do you write smut?

not well!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

i often will do like kind of a quasi-crossover kind of thing rather than a True Crossover wherein i take characters i like from one medium and plop them into the roles and places of characters i like from another medium. i did a dragon age wangxian fic where lwj was the inquisitor from da:i called we held together the fragile sky that kind of exemplifies this dynamic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of or that anyone has ever notified me of, but i also don't look that hard. if this has ever happened, it would hurt my feelings, so please don't do it ? lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! and i was honored

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not as such but i have one not-intended-for-posting fic which is basically just a transcription of jokes i have with my roommate about haikyuu characters LOL which i think counts as co-writing. she's my co-writer in spirit even if i'm the one at the keyboard

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

my answer to this changes with every new fixation i have. like right now it's kagehina. if you asked me four years ago i would have said wangxian. You Know?

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY...i think probably my fullmetal alchemist nie brothers au....i try not to post things until they are done and fully edited now, but that one was a whim-based fic that i lost all strength for as soon as i started thinking too hard about kagehina. i also had a fem nielan sci fi au that was vaguely based off beauty and the beast but nmj was like stuck in a ship and she thought she was its computer and that she was a program but she was actually a person....which i never posted any of except snippets on twitter and i think it was just too sprawling for my current skill level...i just was never able to wrangle it. but i am fond of it nonetheless

16. What are your writing strengths?

based on what other people have told me i would say the way i write sibling / family relationships, and while my prose is not always pretty i do think it can be pretty at times ...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like it's often too self-indulgent even if that's what fic is for lol, and i tend to look back on fics and think, i wrote that because i had feelings about it and wanted to say it, but i'm not necessarily sure that This Character would say/do that at this point in time....idk like i fear that when i don't think about it hard enough my characterization can be weak or guided by what eye personally would do vs. what The Character would do. but some of that is because the majority of my fics on ao3 are from years and years ago and i (hopefully) have continued to improve

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

i'm picky about it but when it's done well i think it's really fun and builds so much of the world/character. i think when it's bad it's really bad. when i go about it i try to think about like, a) do i know this language myself/do i know someone who does. if the answer is no i try to keep it really minimal. b) how do people who know multiple languages approach speaking those multiple languages naturally in real life. like (IN MY EXPERIENCE) ppl don't tend to switch languages for random words mid-sentence unless those words are like, mom, dad, uncle, aunt, ect...maybe swearing if they're less familiar with one of the languages and don't know slang/swearing in it...but again when it's done well it's really good and i'm not an expert. i just can kinda tell when it feels off when i read it, if that makes sense...(it's the same way i feel about grammar lol. sometimes i can just tell it's a little Off)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

probably either fma or soul eater or the sister's grimm book series when i was in middle school. or maybe doctor who? idk i had a lot of fanfic notebooks that i have since destroyed and then regretted destroying

20. Favorite fic you have written?

at the present moment it's in these coming years my kagehina love letter but again i feel like it changes constantly. like the more i write the better i get and the more the newest/most polished thing i've written sort of Becomes my favorite just by default of my satisfaction level with it. sorry if that's a bad answer

tagging @yuebings @dcyiyou @burins @cairoscene @cafecliche @perilously sorry if you've been tagged already also if you want to do this and i didn't tag you just say i did. I'll shut up now

[wishingforatypewriter]

Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love 💗

Hi!!! Thanks for the ask!

This was kind of hard because I tend to be a bit self-critical about my writing, but I think these are my favorites (in no particular order).

Black Sun, in which Ty Lee reflects on her relationship with Azula during and after the invasion on the Day of Black Sun. I really enjoyed working on this one because I got to play with my interpretation of Ty Lee's character (I always took her as incredibly politically/socially savvy) and explore Azula's perspective on Zuko's actions on the Day of Black Sun.

The Matriarch, in which someone tries to assassinate Kuvira and Suyin goes into Dark Matriarch mode. In this fic, I got to explore some of my darker headcanons about Suyin's character and I think it came out pretty well. I also really enjoyed getting to write some tender moments between Su and Kuvira without downplaying the tensions and complexities in their relationship.

Her Favorite Mistake, in which a rookie cop and an up and coming mobster walk into Kwong's Cuisine, and they're definitely NOT on a date (except they totally are). I get really nostalgic about this fic because it was the first ever Linzolt work on Ao3. I think I'll always love it for being the start of this rarepair that I've come to adore.

The Successor, in which the matriarch of Zaofu has a nonbender daughter and a metalbending protege, and each of them grew up feeling as though she had been cast aside in favor of the other. I think I did a pretty good job with the characterization and complex dynamics of Kuvira, Opal, and Suyin in this fic. I also tried my hardest with description and figurative language (which don't always come easily to me) in this story and I think I came up with some pretty good lines and scenes.

A Strategic Alliance, in which Kuvira got adopted by Queen Hou Ting instead of Suyin and she and Baatar Jr. decide to get married for political reasons. The idea of Princess Kuvira is not mine (credit for that goes to the wonderful @the-hopefulpenguin) but I had a lot of fun running with the concept in this fic. The mother and daughter dynamic between Kuvira and Hou Ting basically wrote itself and I would definitely write about them again if the opportunity presented itself.

[nifaswriting]

hello hello!! i just found your blog recently but i already adore your writing! the "love is" series is definitely one of my faves <33 could i ask for a scenario or headcanons for law with a m!s/o who's just as touch starved as he is? (law definitely tries to hide that about himself though-) ty and have a nice day!! ;w;/

Hello dearest ! I apologize for the delay, I got extremely busy && life is being so stressful recently, I just didn't have the time && motivation to write before now, but your little ask made me so happy && I always love writing for Law, he's one of my favorites ! ♡ Thank you so much for your kind words !

I made you some headcanons && a little thing at the end, I hope you'll like it ! Please, enjoy && have a wonderful day yourself ! ♡

Law with a touch starved m!s/o :

These two are unbelievable, really, and Law almost completely denying that he is touch starved just leaves everyone like

"Captain, are you serious ?"

The crew can't with them anymore : the longing silent stares they exchange all the time && the way their fingers brush sometimes are getting too much to handle to the point they all rather leave them alone

Law has a hard time being overly affectionate in front of others anyway, even though he'd love to

He just can't ! mostly because, be real, he has a reputation to keep and a very long broom up his ass

But once they're alone, oh my lord

He is unable to detach himself from his boyfriend, even for a short minute, he wants all the affection he has to give

Of course, he's finding all the right excuses to avoid any suspicion

"I'm just tired && you're comfortable." when he lies on him or "I'm cold && you're oddly warm." when he keeps the other man close at night

He's horrible with expressing how he feels, but good thing he's easier to read than it seems

Oh, I'm talking about Law, but his dear lover is no better !

I was talking about fingers brushing, well he's more than likely the one initiating them

Sometimes, they're sitting next to each other && their hands are close && his lover hesitates for a mere second before just

Going for it because he really really wants to hold Law's hand && he can’t stop himself

Law usually flinches slightly when their skins touch before relaxing && sometimes he even is the one intertwining their fingers ♡

"FOR ROGER'S SAKE, JUST KISS ALREADY" -> Me, Penguin, Shachi, && all the Heart Pirates

Speaking about kisses... They last forever with these two, really

One of them just starts kissing the other && it’s over for the next forty minutes, even longer sometimes

Just... very long kissing && make out sessions...

They just both want it so bad, they can’t stop ♡

Late night. the time when all secrets unveiled along with the deepest, strongest && most burning desires. And love... There in the darkness, chest to chest, heart to heart, mouths running against one another, soft, gentle. It’s only a mere touch, then suddenly it deepens, gets passionate before becoming a delicate brush again. That’s just how it has been for the past twenty minutes, and none of them seem to get bored of it. They could go for hours, days, spend entire evenings in each other’s arms, kissing, cuddling. So simple yet it means so much to them. The clearest solution to all that missed affection. “Law...” it’s only a whisper of the surgeon’s name between two breaths taken, enough to send shivers down his spine. “(Name).” is replied with the same intensity, the same loving voice. “Are you alright ?” There’s a smile brightening the other male’s face. Whoever said Trafalgar Law wasn’t a good guy probably never tried to know him all that well. Because, as subtle as it is, the so called Surgeon of Death appears to be the most caring person (Name) has ever known in his entire life. Who would have known ? “I’m good.” he responds, humming as his lips linger against Law’s cheek. “I love you.” Said cheek gets tinted with the softest pink hue at that. Hopefully, the darkness is shielding Law’s embarrasment, though it wouldn’t be too much of a problem if it was to be revealed. Not when he’s with him. “I love you too.” Everything just feels right.

[levmada]

okay, okay... so royalty with prince levi, who is surprisingly a bratty sub... with 21, 26, and 70.

BRATTY SUB🫡u got it suki

content/warnings: royal!au, Prince!Levi, crossdressing (lingerie; panties; stockings; corset), mommy kink, some dom+sub dynamics, Knight!Reader

wc: 1.1k

You long-since braced yourself for Levi’s entrance, but the dramatic slam of the door to his bedchambers takes you jolts you nonetheless.

From your post between the wardrobe and the bed, you neutralize your expression, and push down the hot rush of adrenaline.

The Prince is positively fuming.

Once a month, he is forced to “play politics”: his uncle’s efforts to convince a kingdom's princess to be married off to him.

Ironically, the Queen, Levi's mother, cares more for such things, but disapproves of these monthly dinners. They make Levi upset.

You wait for his pacing to cease, mindful of his long red robes so that he doesn’t trip. Blinded by anger or no, Levi isn’t likely to make such a mistake, but as his knight, protecting him is your sworn duty.

Among other bonds not so sworn.

You quirk a single brow as Levi all but scares away a servant upon their knock at the door. He doesn’t bother to stop his pacing, let alone open the door.

The rushed steps from said servant scurry away.

“Fuck’re you looking at?” he retorts, without looking at you.

“You, my prince,” you reply. “Who else?”

The sound of your voice causes his pacing to ease some, like knocking him from a daydream, until he is stood dead in the center of the room, glaring daggers at nothing in particular.

He mutters to himself. “Fools. All fools. Fucking harems, stupid…”

Your lips press. “Levi.”

Use of his name alone intensifies the mood, pushes it deeper. Somewhere you are not allowed to go, but venture regardless.

“Come here,” he commands, but his tone barely makes it one.

You step forth. You're without your armor, but your trusted sword remains dangling around your waist from a sturdy belt. It makes this much less complicated.

He gives in quicker than you thought he would with a palm floating over your cheek, expression unreadable.

But you know how he feels by now; you can't not.

You lean into the touch. “Tell me what you want. What ever can I do for you, my darling?”

“No more bullshit,” Levi retorts, stepping away from you with a fleeting finger gliding down your jaw. “I’m only graced with honesty by very few these days.”

Your head tilts. Ah.

His hips sway as he walks, and at the ornate windowsill, bejeweled and painted the color of eggshells, he hops onto it and tilts his head at you.

“What’re you doing?” he asks.

"I could ask you."

He deadpans, joined by the heavy glare on his brow.

His eyes stay on you as his ringed fingers fall to his waist and tug free the crimson sash holding his robe together.

Heat rolls up over your belly as the silk parts like two curtains.

That strawberry pink lingerie you, instead of his servants, fitted him in this morning, he still dons it. The lacy cups of his bra feature lines of lace that all but cradle his soft pecs, with a neat bow tying it all together (“How… emasculating,” he had bitched this morning, while sitting bare and hard.), joined by the pure white corset which squeezes his waist into a petite hourglass.

The color matches that of the kneesocks hugging his ivory thighs. The buckles and leather clipped to his panties, by contrast, are golden and black (your favorite).

Those silken, sheer panties exposing the curve of his ass where you can't see are pink also. They do nothing to hold his cock, hardened by your scrutinizing eyes.

You watch Levi’s toes curl a little. “No more bullshit, I said. Come here. Now.”

You do, but with all the patience you can muster.

“My Prince,” you purr. “All this time, and you didn’t disrobe?”

Your gloved finger draws a line down the outside of his thigh. It bullies beneath the leather, and snaps it back.

Levi huffs swiftly. “So what?”

The audacity he has, literally exposed at your mercy, and yet glaring with all intent to play hard to get. Desire pounds between your legs.

“You act so loyal to me. My prince, obedient to my selfish whims,” you muse. You told his chin up, unable to resist brushing your other forefinger against his cockhead, bulging through sheer silk. It is hardly a barrier.

Levi swallows. “Your ‘whims’ are worth more to me than any piece of ass they plan to offer me on a silver platter... Fuck.”

Your palm scoops up his cock fully, exposing his balls. “How you flatter me. Do you intend to obey tonight?”

A small hiss through grit teeth can be heard as his pretty features twist.

You grind your thumb against his taint and massage his round balls with the rest. His cock quivers.

“Yes.”

A sigh involuntarily leaves through your nose. “Yes...?”

“Mommy.” His knuckles tighten on marble. “Fucking kiss me. Bite me. Fuck me. C’mon. I don’t appreciate you making me wait; bastards had me by the throat today.”

“Did they?” you murmur. Your finger falls from his chin to be replaced with a measured thumb and forefinger on either side of his adam’s apple. You apply pressure, watch his eyes glaze, and feel the bump leap underneath.

“Yes, Mommy.”

“If you insist.”

Drops of cum have darkened a spot on his panties.

You part his thighs with a smile and shove your hips in-between to meet him with a bruising kiss.

They’re velvety soft, almost silk, and yet he pushes against you with ravenous need. His kiss alone cements how unbefitting this life is for him.

An urgent hand dives into your hair and reels you in, only to use your surprise to bully his tongue past your lips. You taste tangy strawberries underlying cool mint.

The lingerie; your hand swallows up his pec. A flick to his hard nipple earns you a whimper.

"More," he demands. "More."

You groan, and yank his hand away from your hair. It smacks against the window behind him.

“Submit,” you breathe into his throat, and sink in your teeth. A bright mark will soon bloom to the surface. “Remember your place with me.”

“Yes, Mommy. ‘m sorry.” He bows up towards you with a tiny squeak. Adorable.

Ankles cross tightly behind your back, urging his near-bare cock to collide with your trousers.

Hot breath puffs his pearly skin as you lick a line up his neck, tasting traces of his lemony soap. A soft thump, his back colliding with the window, reminds you of your own desperation.

“God,” you sigh. “I wanna fuck you right against the glass so everyone can see how good you take it.”

His hips grind. Beautiful silver eyes peek up at you through dark lashes. “Do it.”

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[magswrite]

20 questions for fic writers

a little bit abt me! ty for tagging me @pretentiouswreckingball <3

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

Four!

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

197,174

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Like loops, I've only written for the marauders so far, but I fully expect to expand into drarry and other fandoms if I become interested!

4. What are you top 5 fics by kudos?

I also don't have five fics so I'll just put them in order of highest -> lowest by kudos :)

Ecliptic || a canon-divergent au where james finds regulus in the cave in 1983. first in a series, also my first fic :)

The James Potter Hate Club || based on the thanksgiving friends episode with brad pitt. fun + flirty oneshot.

Ascendant || pt. 2 of my ecliptic series featuring death eater sirius, a wolfstar mind-bond, and plenty of wizarding politics.

sick of flying (as fast as i can) || a she's the man/modern magic au, wherein pandora pretends to be evan while she attends hogwarts.

5. Do you respond comments? Why or why not?

yes absolutely! i love to interact with my readers and if you comment i'll respond with the exact same energy. sometimes i have to hold myself back from writing like, entire essays in reply to my commentors in fear of looking like a crazy person

6. What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hmmm. i only have 2 completed, so for now i'll say ecliptic! it has a bittersweet ending for some characters, but as i keep writing i'm sure others will surpass it.

7. What is a fic your wrote with the happiest ending?

james potter hate club!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

not really, i can only think of like, 1-2 comments

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

yep! i have some written, but i just need to get around to finishing the fic it's in. also there'll be some in ascendant (finally).

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest you’ve written?

nope!

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

also no! i haven't looked or anything but i'd be SO surprised

12. Have you ever has a fic translated?

again a no!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

@spacexcowgirl and i have something on the burner. low heat.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

drarry. drarry drarry drarry. they were truly the first pairing i ever read and i go back to them over and over again.

15. What’s a wip you what to finish but doubt you ever will?

a few in my google docs, but if i don't finish a fic it'll be sick of flying. i fully intend to finish it at some point but my motivation is much lower for it than with ascendant/ecliptic

16. What are your writing strengths?

this surprised me, but i have gotten a fair number of comments about how well-written my action is. i also get a lot of comments about my characterizations and the dynamics between my characters in their banter, tension, etc.

17. What are you writing weaknesses?

personally, i'd probably say my dialogue could use some work!

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

google translate is my best friend. sorry to anyone (em) who can speak french.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

harry potter! (on wattpad...if that says anything...)

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

this might be cheating but the entire ecliptic series—i've been brainrotting about this fic since i first got into the marauders earlier this year, and it's the reason i started writing fic in the first place. that universe is like, constantly on my mind. roman empire.

tagging @spacexcowgirl, @maybebabyplease, @spookymoonie, and @residentrookie

[fairdale]

rank the tsc sagas from most favorite to least :))

omg wait. wait. i think a lot of my moots will hate me for this JKSDFJL

tid. the start for me. my loves

tda/tmi. listen. i CAN'T CHOOSE. i just can't. tmi is such a big part of my younger self and i enjoyed them a lot. tda was the first saga i lived as it was being released since the begining. and i loved it as well. it has some of my favorite characters + tmi gang that i adore. but i won't choose. nope, i refuse

tlh... now listen. DON'T HATE ME FOR THIS. i loved the books, but i think i had a lot of expectations (or maybe ideas in my head) for some characters and they weren't met... i think the characters are very well built in these, but overall it ranks 3 (4th actually (?) for me

tec. i really like them too but they feel more like novellas to me sjfkls i love that malec got their own saga tho, i ate them up and they were great (plus some more tmi gang yey)

i think twp is gonna be one of my faves too. kit and ty are some of my favorite characters ever and i really want to see what dru is up to. and ash... oh, ash, i need to know more about you AAAA

so, yeah. i think this would be my ranking sjlfksjf share yours in the replies if you want to

[nicos-robin]

i was tagged in a 20 Questions meme!

sorry for taking so long to respond, i can be kinda lazy sometimes and was waiting to be able to use my laptop <3 but ty for the tag @iam-jacks-redacted-information !!!

let's dive right in!

1 ) How many works do you have on AO3?

28!

2) What’s your total AO3 words count?

120,637 (owo)

3) What fandoms do you write for?

Red vs Blue, Spider-Man, World of Warcraft and SPYXFAMILY are what are listed on my ao3 profile. I've done my most amount of work in the RvB fandom, but i've also written a LOT for The Hunger Games, Torchwood, and (sadly) Harry Potter and Twilight. Just... not on ao3.

4) What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Next Time Around which is an RvB rewrite w/ Tex surviving outside of the Epsilon memory unit, instead of being erased by Church at the end of s9 (which i still need to rewrite and finish waaah) Closure which.. I genuinely don't remember writing. Scars which I wrote on behalf of someone who wanted more non-sibling Carwash fics a cup of coffee in the morning which I wrote after a desire to see more of Wash's tastes/interests changing after the implementation of the Epsilon AI it's all in your head aka, a cute lil thing I did for fifteen minute ficlets that I need to get back into for SPYXFAMILY and twiyor.

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

Yes and no. It depends! I am an awkward person so if I know how to reply, I usually will especially if it's something i can answer! However, if it's something where i can't really think of a good response I might just leave it, or come back to it later.

6) What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Uh... i tend to not write angsty endings. I like happy endings, I like knowing that despite everything, happiness can still be found. Like I LOVE angst, but I also like rewarding myself with some happy endings.

but one time I wrote about Cinna's death from THG so.... does that count?

7) What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've never finished it, but my intended ending for Next Time Around was to have Tex going to Allison's grave on Earth with Carolina and Wash and laying down Forget-Me-Nots, before going back to live out the rest of her time with the Reds and Blues.

8) Do you get hate on fics?

Never directly, but I also don't really remember a lot of 2015-2018 because of cringe :'). I do think a lot of Peter/gwen fics got indirect hate from peter/mj fans which sucks because Peter has TWO hands!

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

I have orphaned most of my smut fics, but yes. I have done some basic ass vanilla guy eats out a girl stuff, but my favorite is the kinky sapphic smut. If you ever stumble upon a Tex/Emily Grey smut fic by an orphaned account, that was me :)

10) Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

No, they're just not for me.

11) Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No but last time I checked in 2021 someone had stolen my fucking background/about section from Tex RP blog and that was a COMMON problem I had in the RvB RP fandom on here. So. much. fucking. theft. of. my. god. damn. about. page.

And I put hours of work into it. Hours. It was detailed, and people just keep fucking stealing it somehow.

12) Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I am aware of!

13) Have you ever cowritten a fic before?

errrr...... Trying to rack my brain but coming up with a blank. i've written fics as favors/gifts for people though! Usually a "I have this idea and no idea how to write it help me pls Ange" thing

14) What’s your all-time favourite ship?

Church/Tex. Something about the inherent doomed by the narrative of it all, how no matter how hard Church tries to pull her close she always drifts away from him, the levels of love and trust they have towards one another.... Like they are DOOMED lovers but also they kinda both know that and that's what makes it so difficult.

15) What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I really really wanna go back and re-do and finish Next Time Around, and after playing NieR Automata that desire is even more present. but also, one piece is my current hyperfixation so I have no idea if I ever will.

16) What are your writing strengths?

oh. oh god. oh. um. hm.

Probably my short, punchy sentences. Where not a whole lot is being said, but the impact is still really strong and the emotions of what I'm trying to impart are impactful.

Also, my inner character monologues. I love that shit. Lemme open up their mind and tell you their entire secrets

17) What are your writing weaknesses?

Combat and physical descriptions B)

Combat is just... Idk. So much going on and it's so hard and you have to be really good about the descriptions and the motions and movements or else it's all a mess. And physical descriptions just... I'm a byproduct of the cringe era so I always worry about how my descriptions will sounds T-T

18) Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

/shrug

I have never attempted to create my own fictional language, and I probably never will. It just isn't for me. I am planning on trying to pick Japanese back up, as when I was a wee child I knew it fairly well, but lost it as the years went on.

19) First fandom you wrote for?

Shugo Chara! or Sailor Moon

20) Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Next Time Around is my current magnum opus but it also unfinished and I have no idea when I will pick it back up.

And that's a wrap! Thank you again @iam-jacks-redacted-information for the tag!!! I appreciate it, and i loved reading through your responses! Plus it made me go back through my old ao3 archive and see what I have written which I haven't done in a minute.

Anyways <3 if you wanna play this game please feel free to, and tag me in it! I always feel awkward tagging bc I still don't know a whole lot of people on here anymore QwQ