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yanderestarangel · 2 years ago

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HEADKANONS MK1 | TRIO LIN KUEI | "WHAT WOULD IT BE LIKE TO EXCHANGE NUDES WITH THEM?/HOW THEY SEND NUDES?

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TW: afab anatomy, pet names, dirty talk, pussy talk, whining, nude exchange, mutual masturbation, m!masturbation, smut, nsfw, sex phone, porn plot only.

♡ 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐒 𝐕𝐑𝐁𝐀𝐃𝐀 | 𝐒𝐌𝐎𝐊𝐄 ♡

You two would be two needy and horny boyfriends, especially Tomas. He always wanted a photo of your body, be it breasts, thighs, belly, ass or gif of your lips - these are his favorites, because he can imagine his cock wrapped around your mouth - just a big boy with extreme lust!

However, your dear boyfriend is very shy and he is also afraid of someone seeing the messages and explicit content that you exchange on your cell phone. He has a folder with a password with all your photos and videos - when he goes traveling with the Lin Kuei and does some mission, he always sees your nudes and videos of you masturbating for him, your fingers digging into your pussy while he smiles, imagining being with you at that moment, letting out passionate sighs with each click to move to a different photo of you, he felt his dick throbbing strongly, as he went to relieve himself in the shower, taking his cell phone while biting his lip to keep from making any noise, going and coming with his hand on his thick length - he's definitely the type to turn into a shaking, confused mess, babbling as if you were there, kneeling with his dick in his mouth, clutching his cell phone tightly, he would definitely end up cumming all over you of the screen and a photo of you, in the heat of the moment -

The nudes he sends you are often a little shaky, most of them he will already be masturbating to you. You'll have to ask sometimes, because he's afraid of bothering you with his photos.

They are simple nudes, with Tomas holding his dick from top to bottom, giving you a view of his throbbing and willing member, or with him standing up, the camera takes in Tomas' face and naked body, while he looks indirectly at his cell phone, biting his lower lip and sending a gif like this, masturbating for you with the caption: "Fuck baby, look what you did to me... Help me cum, please."

He's also not very shaved down there, with a trimmed path of white hair that goes from his navel to the base of his dick, but it's nothing that bothers him.

♡ 𝐁𝐈 𝐇𝐀𝐍 | 𝐒𝐔𝐁 𝐙𝐄𝐑𝐎 ♡

This man is extremely horny, Bi Han is the type of man that if you touch his arm he will already have a hard-on - obviously, this only applies if the two of you have an intimate relationship, with you being his S/O - However, he is also an elegant and classy man, he won't ask you for nudes directly, but if you send them to him as a surprise, he won't complain, just smiling beneath the mask while typing compliments every time - photo or video - his favorites are the ones with you completely wet because you just got out of the shower, your breasts with water droplets, your pussy tight and ready for him, while he held himself back from abandoning all his lin kuei commitments that day and fuck you for the rest of the day - he will look at photo by photo, video by video, gif by gif.

"Fuck (Y/N) you're going to drive me crazy like this..."

"You're so fucking hot... Fuck, I'm going to fuck you so much, I'm going to fill that beautiful pussy with my cum"

"And those breasts? Just waiting to be fucked, aren't they? I can imagine my cock between them."

And so on, he knows how to mix dirty talk with soft compliments directed at you. Bi Han likes to see nudes throughout the day, even with a huge erection in his pants, he will just look at the videos mentally thanking him for having such a beautiful S/O, and also thinking of ways to punish you for making him hard in the work, like fucking your pussy with all your might while holding your neck, even recording it as a souvenir.

The grand master's nudes are more provocative, he likes to make you feel comfortable, sometimes he will be in training and send you a photo without a shirt, exposing his muscles and with the hem of his pants lowered a little, at the level you you can see the base of his shaft, full of veins. He knew you were going to get wet, he knows how much power he has over you, so he loves to play with it, making you beg for more of him.

He will also send semi-nudes, with a towel wrapped around his waist, his thick dick marking the soft white fabric, as you watched the gif, with Bi Han lightly grabbing his own dick, loose and wet hair falling on his muscular shoulders as he smiled roguishly, a mischievous smile on the side and damn, that was fucking hot!

He was finally going to send more explicit videos, letting the towel fall in front of the mirror, exposing his thick and pulsing cock, which was already reaching his navel, leaking pre semen on the fat crimson tip, stroking himself lightly with light hoarse moans, he's not the type who writes subtitles and yes, speaks in the video or sends audios after such an act.

"-Do you want my dick in your pussy my little bunny? Mmm, you make me so hard, I'm going to fuck your little pussy until you get pregnant." Bi Han spoke in the video, huskily, smiling smug as he stroked the proud length, even on video, you could feel his dominance.

"-Understand my call my dear, I want to hear you play, just cum with me for now ok? I promise I'll get home as soon as possible." - yes, Bi Han loves a good 'sex phone' especially on those lonely early mornings when he can't see you, which always ends with him giving you orders on how to touch yourself and show him, and he loves every damn second of it -

He is also not very shaved, he has hair on his chest and abdomen, going down to the base of his dick, however, it is also trimmed, giving a sexy touch to his appearance.

♡ 𝐊𝐔𝐀𝐈 𝐋𝐈𝐀𝐍𝐆 | 𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐏𝐈𝐎𝐍 ♡

Kuai Liang is a stressed and tired man, however, he loves to please you, seeing your pleasure and happiness makes him happy, and your nudes help his stress decrease. He is not a very sexual man, however, he will not deny a good photo of your naked body on his cell phone, in fact he is famous for saying: "Soft-hearted and hard dick." you do that to him. He is a man with thighs and pussy, Liang will love it if you simply send him a photo wearing a loose shirt, it doesn't even have to be completely nude, just semi-nude will make this man with a hard dick and happy, smiling at the cold cell phone screen, He's not the type to talk, he shows.

If you send a nude, he will send one back.

His nudes are generally more aesthetic, with a mix of light and shadow, showing his hard dick exposed and slightly crooked to the side, above his abdomen, with an orange light bathing his well-worked muscles - with the caption: "That was it what did you want to do? Make me hard? Congratulations, you did it."

Kuai Liang will send short videos of himself masturbating, and lightly tapping his hard shaft on the camera, as if he was hitting his dick in your face, you could see his lips curling into a smile in the background. Kuai Liang will also use lubricants, applying it to the shaft and tip of the dick, massaging and overstimulating himself while looking at the explicit photos of your wet and hot pussy, the poor pyromancer was hotter than normal, needy for you - he also already sent a video, with a silicone masturbator, moaning and complaining that the sex toy didn't compare to your body.

"-Fuck... Damn, this doesn't compare to you, my prince/princess..." Kuai Liang moaned in the video, as he hit his hips on the masturbator, even in the dim light of the room you could see his thick shaft fully cumming, coming and going, making you even more needy for him.

He is always shaved, completely smooth.

©YANDERESTARANGEL 2023

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heartfullofleeches · 2 years ago

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Oh god V x loser darling would be a ship made in hell two deranged idiots together causing untold destruction

As mentioned in this post, V and Loser Reader seem to absolutely fucking despise each other on the surface, but while Reader might actually hate him - V is crushing hard and his feelings show when they attempt to leave his presence or talk to someone else. I imagine they met somewhere online- their first encounter being some dumb comment war beef between them or screaming match in a game lobby and when Reader roasts his ass, not realizing he's a serial doxxer and will release someone's address just for saying his favorite anime is mid, V gathers their information and starts to stalk them planning on ruining their life - but once he finally sees a picture of them his stupid ass immediately starts crushing on them and uses the information he's gained to scare them into dating him

V: Your argument falls through as you clearly have the vocabulary of a middle schooler. Even a literal child would be better at getting their point across that you. Can you even form one coherent sentence, you fucking parasite-

Loser Reader: Kys. Freak.

V: I'm going to dox you and your entire family. We'll see how brave you are when your address is posted for everyone to find

Loser Reader: Here's something to help you out, bitch. [Sends him a private message of themself giving him the middle finger]

[V quietly removes their username from the folder titled "hitlist" and saves the picture they sent him - adding it to different folder titled "Homework"] (spoilers: it ain't homework in that folder)

Loser Reader: I'm heading out!

V: Who the fuck said you could leave without me?

Loser Reader: Kiss my ass, Vince.

V: I mean I'll do it, but you're still not leaving this house.

Loser Reader: Vince, can I use your credit card?

V: With the way you treat me? Fuck no.

[Loser Reader pulls out a pair of cat ears and puts them on]

Loser Reader: Vincey....

V: No, Y/n.

Loser Reader: but your kitty needs it. 👉👈 You don't want to have a sad kitty do you? Sad kitties don't buy maid dresses and cute lingerie with your money to make themselves cute, and submissive and breedable for you-

[V sighs and hands them his wallet]

Loser Reader, tossing the cat ears into the trash: Thanks, Virgin. Would've offered to suck you off if you held out a bit longer, but oh well~

V: ....I will report all of my cards as stolen if you aren't on your knees by the time I count to three

#V my oc #yandere oc #yandere x reader #yandere imagines #yandere scenarios #yandere insert #yandere blurb #yandere x you #yandere headcanons #male yandere #yandere #loser reader

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zplinterz · 16 days ago

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you know how some famous people have fandoms and within those fandoms some creators become extremely popular to the point where the famous person notices them? like how editors have "name noticed x2" in their bios??

yeah. that with dirk and alpha dave. dirk would use his actual name and images, starting out editing himself from the only clips of him online + images and videos he posted on his main social media. he would claim to be "dirks #1 fan" and would have one of those stupid "dirkslefttoenail" usernames. it would start out as a joke just between him and roxy, to make fun of all of his brothers fan accounts, but then he blows up and people within the fandom begin to mention him not even on their account but on clips of him from interviews saying "i can already hear dirks big fat ass running to make an edit with this" or other stupid shit like that.

as he gets bigger, he starts to make mutuals and realizes how much he really likes being in this fandom. he gets to rant for hours about his special interest (his brother) and no one thinks its weird because theyre just as obsessed as he is. he begins to edit his brother too, beginning to take his editing more seriously and have fun with it. as he realizes no one knows he actually dirk strider, he slowly begins editing his brother in a more *suggestive* way and interacting with content he previously just added to favorites. he would comment stupid shit like "raw. next question" and instead of criticized for the obvious incest, he would be encouraged, with his mutuals saying stuff like "knew id find you here" and others agreeing with him.

he still edits himself and presents himself as a dirk fan account, because hes a little shit who loves the compliments. but his main focus is on dave. he spreads out and creates more socials, probably has a tumblr and ao3 where he reads and writes shitty dave x reader smuts. he begins posting 'scenepacks' and 'dave strider being my favorite celebrity for insert amount of time' videos and before he knows it. hes getting a notification from his tiktok that dave fucking strider has liked his video.

he changes his bio to "dave noticed x1" on instinct and starts fanboying at first. but holy shit. his brother saw an edit he made of him. and not just any edit but like probably one of his suggestive ones too.

and daves just chill and asking dirk what he wants for dinner and muttering to himself about stupid people at work and all that shit. cause he dont know dirk made that. he was just chilling and giggling to himself at all the 13 year old girls thirsting over him. he probably thinks dirk doesn't even know dave has a fandom.

anyways, "dirkslefttoenail" becomes "strideramp" or something like that.. and he has like 50k followers or some shit like that. his "dave noticed x1" changes to "dave noticed x8" as dave keeps liking and even commenting once (probably on a dirk edit, saying something like "holy shit little man actually has fangirls") dirk tries to calm down and just settle in the routine like other editors do, but its harder because thats his brother. they dont have to go and eat dinner with the guy after he reads about all the nasty thing they want him to do to them.

roxy still has dirks account and has been messaging him this entire time like "heyy i donr think this is a joke anmyoree?? do u actually leik, like like him??" and she teases him for it but probably wouldnt care enough to be like 'thats really gross dirk, you should not like him like that hes your brother' but only because shes been surrounded by smutty books her entire life and probably has been reading wattpadd fanfiction with this exact scenario since she was 12

( i would like to note, after dirk blows up, there would probably be a ton of new accounts obsessing over dirk. dirk would have a secret folder of all his favorite edits of him because he is a little shit who is way to inlove with himself. )

#🎭words #alphacest #stridercest

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corvus--rex · 1 year ago

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bodyguard au, trans omega Keith/alpha Lance

I started this and it got away from me, so this is the original unedited twt thread. whenI have the spoons again I'll finish and post the second part to twt first and then here and then the rest (along with the expanded parts 1&2 will be posted to ao3.

Also, there is a description of a nsfm image so...

Keith needed a bodyguard. The vocalist/guitarist of Marmora had a stalker and it had reached a point he couldn't ignore, not when he'd been sent pictures of himself in his own home - pictures taken at different times of the day, doing anything and nothing.

Given that he was both trans and an omega, he'd dealt with shitty fans before, but this was terrifying. it had started over social media, unsettling comments on the band's posts that shifted to Keith's public accounts. For every account that was blocked, another took its place, and the comments continued.

But that morning he'd found the manila envelope on his doorstep, well inside the safety of his security system. He almost threw the envelope in the fireplace, not wanting to know what was in it, but curiosity got the better of him. Over a dozen blown up photos, all in black and white, taken from a different place each time.

There was one of him rolling around in the backyard with his huge husky mix Kosmo, one of him sprawled across his sofa late at night, the glow of the tv lighting his face, sitting at the huge kitchen island, coffee in one hand and his phone in the other, one from his bedroom, fresh from a shower with nothing but a towel loosely wrapped around his hips, several others he only glanced at.

After the post-shower picture, they increased in intimacy until the last in the pile, another from his bedroom, naked, back arched and head thrown back as he came, his favorite knotting toy in clear view stretching his soaked pussy.

Keith stared at it, knowing exactly when that was taken. It was the night his last heat had started, his nest only half made before the first wave hit. He pushed the photo away, dislodging a single sheet of printer paper and sending it to the floor. He picked it up, dropping it to the island's surface when he saw what was on it.

Beautiful. You'll look even more exquisite screaming my name. Soon, darling. I'll have you very soon.

Minutes later, Keith was pulling out of his driveway, nearly crashing into his own gate in his desperation to get away from his own house. Kosmo whined in the backseat, but Keith was too afraid to leave him there alone or be without him. He hadn't managed to put the photos or message back into the envelope, and the image of him with Kosmo stared at him from the passenger seat. He forced himself to focus on the road, not looking away until he reached his manager's office building.

Once inside, he walked past Kolivan's admin and straight into his office, not caring who could be in there. Fortunately, his manager was alone, a spreadsheet of Marmora's upcoming tour and appearances on his monitor. Keith threw the stack of photos, emtpy folder, and typed message on Kolivan's pristine desk. He didn't realize he was shaking until Kosmo pulled on his sleeve, dragging him to the sofa.

"What's this?" Kolivan asked, but stopped when he looked through the first few pictures.

Keith had kept them in the same order they'd been in, note included, and said without looking up from Kosmo's head on his lap, "Keep going."

Kolivan handled each photograph carefully, taking in each image until he got to the last one. "Your bed doesn't face the windows and the curtains are drawn. How was this taken?"

Keith buried his fingers in the thick fur of Kosmo's neck. "I don't know. You-you don't think they've gotten inside do you? Set up cameras I don't know about?"

"I certainly hope not, but we can find out. Let me make a few calls." He picked up his phone, turning back to Keith once he'd found the contact he wa looking for. "I know a good private investigator. But with everything and then this," he gestured at the pile of photos and that note he'd stayed silent on, although Keith saw the rage in his hazel eyes, "I'm getting you a bodyguard, no arguments."

"Won't get any from me on that."

TBC…

divider/warning banner credit @cafekitsune

#my writing #keith kogane #lance mcclain #keith x lance #klance #preklance #he'll be there in the next part #trans keith #omega keith #alpha lance #vld keith #vld lance #vld #voltron #voltron legendary defender

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aleksatia · 25 days ago

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i know by now you’ve gotten many, many asks and comments regarding your ‘after you, there was nothing’ works .. but i come as another (contently!) tear-wrecked subject to your writing. i found you through your fit about an mc that cant cook — i think it was your use of humor and probes that roped me in? your descriptions were so uniquely funny and melodramatic that i felt like i could see their expressions right before me. like, it wasn’t JUST a frown or JUST a smile, but i honestly felt like i could see the personal war mc was waging on their psyche .. i couldn’t stop giggling, it was four AM and i needed to be awake at six, but i was HOOKED. this morning, i finally sat to give your ‘zayne - seven years later’ fic a read. i made the poor choice of reading it during my morning beak between lectures ( #allmyhomieshateuniversity ), and found myself choking through tears in a bathroom stall while reading. like, what the hell. how in the world do you write with such COMPLETION? not just in the literal sense, but every word you utter feels so final, and it hits the heart like a bullet. even when you portray fear and tentative, careful moments, they weigh so heavy that a piece of me almost thinks this is real, like i’m some ghost watching someone else’s universe unravel. something about angst just hits so much harder when you / mc isn’t the victim, alone, but also guilty of the crime. i love how you portrayed that sense of guilt so well, while still giving both mc and zayne valid and heavy reasons to resent each other. and the kid?? oh, god. i didn’t think i could ever feel a maternal pull for a child mentioned in a one shot fic, let alone a child that barely even exists, but now i just want to give her a big hug and a mug of hot coco. maybe a bedtime story. you managed to make every heart in your story thrum to live and i LIVE for it.

i didn’t have time to read caleb or raf’s, but i also got halfway through stylus’s before i had to get to class and then work .. i plan on finishing it later, but i can tell it’s going to be another favorite. seriously, i don’t mean to be dismissive of work by anyone else, but i highly doubt any other zayne work i read in the future will top yours. ps; the way you wrote the chaste touches and kiss between zayne and mc? falling to my knees as i write this out. im feral for your work. #1 fan, i swear!!! ^___^ xoxo ps2; I didn't reread any of this, this was just a luv rant, so please don't mind any typos! #badtypersclubrise

This?? Is going straight into the Golden Archive™ — aka the growing folder of reader messages I literally print out and reread every time I spiral into a “maybe I should stop writing altogether and move to the woods” moment. So first of all: thank you. Deeply, wildly, from the bottom of my heart — thank you 🖤

You calling my writing “complete” hit me harder than you think. Like... not just the literal words, but the feeling of something finished, lived-in, settled — that’s everything I hope to create and rarely believe I’ve done. And then you go and say “it hits the heart like a bullet” and now I’m the one choking back tears in a bathroom stall.

Also, the mental image of you laughing at 4AM over my disaster!MC’s internal war, then sobbing in between lectures over Zayne?? That’s ✨the full experience✨ right there. I couldn’t ask for a higher compliment than “you made me feel everything and also ruined my sleep schedule.”

Anyway. I’m hugging this message forever. Thank you for being here. Thank you for reading. And when you get to Caleb, Raf, or the rest... I’ll be hiding behind a curtain, nervously peeking out, hoping they land too 🖤

#ask #feedback #this means the world #lads fanfic #fanfic #fanfiction #love my readers #bless you #you’re the reason i keep writing #brain melted heart full

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inchofsalt · 2 months ago

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20 questions for fic writers

Ok, tagged a while back by @razerathane and it just seemed too fun to pass up.

1. How many works do you have on Ao3/fanfiction.net?

120 on AO3

2. What's your total Ao3/fanfiction.net word count?

605,087

3. What fandoms do you write for?

A lot. But ones I've written more than oneshots for:

Tekken (53)

Bleach (19)

DOGS (19)

Metalocalpyse (8)

Onimusha (4) <-- this will increase, since the new Onimusha is coming out AND the remaster of Oni2 is coming out, and holy fuck, does that hold my heart in a vise.

PotC

Resident Evil

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

F*cks like a S.T.A.R. (Resident Evil - straight up Wesker/Chris smut)

Onsen Etiquette (Tekken - Hwoarang/Jin)

Unlikely Angel (Tekken - Hwoarang/Jin)

Making Allies (Bleach/Mononoke crossover - Urahara/Medicine Seller)

Shifting (Bleach - Grimmow/Ichigo)

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

I like to try to respond to all because I appreciate people taking the time to not only read, but share their thoughts. I just want to eat them up. (I didn't for a while there when I had some other things going on that made communication difficult to maintain or remember. )

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

Hmm, first one that comes to mind is something I wrote for a Tekken anthology called Fight Night. The fic is Tears in Rain and is a non-pairing story where Lili and Combot form a bond and teach each other moves and fighting. I did a ton of research into ballet for it because (why not) and the ending is... well, angsty.

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

Heh heh, I try to make a lot of happy endings. Picking two:

Normal: Ride or Die (Tekken - Hwoarang/Jin) - it's one of my newer ones and I was going for praisekink, so it's all love.

Crack: Death Melons (Metalocalypse - everyone/watermelons) -- I don't know if it's happy for the guys, but it still makes me laugh at the absurdity of it all.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I once had someone say something an Onimusha joke fic, but they didn't make much sense in their arguments, so I'm not sure what they were getting at.

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

Hohohoho... yes. I am shameless.

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

Only one, and it was the Bleach/Mononoke fic I mentioned earlier.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes, an original story about a Plague Doctor fighting demons was stolen in 2012. I reported it, it was taken down, the person re-posted. I ended up having to message them (they were a creator, too, so I think they understood when I explained that they wouldn't want to have their stuff stolen, too). No hard feelings, but that fic now doesn't exist anywhere.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, one into Russian and another into Spanish (I can't remember which ones)

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

No. I... don't really know how that would work.

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

Oof, that's a hard one. The one I've been shipping forever won't come as a surprise (Hwoarang/Jin). But I also support Garak/Bashir (DS9), even though I'm not in that fandom anymore.

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

Lol, ignoring all the stuff that lives in limbo in my WIP folder and has never seen the light of day? I think my only remaining story that I'd intended to write more for, but still stands on its own is Lustful Game, which is one of my first Tekken fics, and... I would probably want to re-write it if I continued. The characters have moved on so much since T4, and I've also grown as a person and don't vibe with the setup as much as I did back then.

I try not to have unfinished fics because I know the pain of reading 50 chapters and then never getting a resolution. I still remember the stories that I'm still holding out hope for after 20 years (*eyes Gundam Wing's Golden Lights*)

16. What are your writing strengths?

When the mood takes me, I think I can make some good crack. I always try for humour, but crack seems to possess me and I have very little say on what comes out of me. I feel such joy when I see a comment after so long telling me my stuff made them laugh. (One of my first attempts at crack was a Pirates story and I got a comment that has stayed with me through the years. Someone got a terminal diagnosis and said my story cheered them up. THAT was bittersweet to hear.)

Beyond that... being able to come up with ideas for any challenge/setting. My subconscious will mull over that shit and produce *something* I can work with. Hence, my plotbunnies folder.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Keeping shit short. I have trouble with wordcount, even though I try to kill a lot of my darlings.

Also, I'm always looking for ways to improve, so I'm always looking for the mistakes and have trouble seeing the work as a whole for what it is.

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

I really like it, but I also appreciate it when the author includes some notes to explain so I can appreciate it more.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek: Deep Space 9

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Probably Unlikely Angel, because it was such a big story and I never ran out of steam for it. It was fun to research and build and it took on a life of its own.

Ok, I don' t know who of my writer pals is still active on here, so let's say, if you see this, I tag you! Let me know so I can read/reply to your post!

#meme #Merci writes #Merci fic

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stevetonyweekly · 3 years ago

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SteveTony Weekly - September 4th

Happy Sunday!! Here’s what I read this week. Be sure to leave your author a comment or kudos if you enjoy a story!

***Marks my recent favorites

(you make me wanna) slow down by ohjustpeachy

Steve starts falling asleep in Tony's workshop.

Consecration of the Virgin by dracusfyre

Steve gives his body into Tony's keeping. For the good of his soul, of course.

caught in slow motion by duckmoles

You are Tony Stark. You're still trying to figure out what that means.

Body Talk by nostalgicatsea

Sometimes Steve thought he and Tony were better at communicating through action than through words, more truthful. Whatever message that could get lost in transit, they could ensure its safe passage with one gesture, one touch, leaving no room for misinterpretation.

Slamming the arc reactor into Steve's hand in answer to his letter.

Holding Tony by the crook of his arm to ask him to stay, to listen.

Shaking each other's hands, knitting back together again.

***Hating Steve Rogers by nanasekei

The thing about hating Steve Rogers is that it shouldn’t be easy - but it really, really is.

Get Under My Skin [Take My Body Home Remix] by Missy_dee811

Oh, this could’ve been a wonderful thing. It would’ve been, once upon a time.

But Tony had decided he wanted to be cruel. And Steve had let him because he loved him, too.

This story takes place before the original but can be read on its own.

To shun the heaven that leads men to this hell. by Missy_dee811

Tony didn’t say anything. To him, it was quite obvious what he was doing: he was watching tapes of himself. Steve sighed and took a seat on the floor. He sat next to Tony, who was also sitting cross-legged. Steve turned to face him and Tony held up his hand.

“I know you what you’re going to say, but I don’t want to hear it.”

“You shouldn’t be watching these tapes.”

helping each other out by navaan

Steve's worried about Tony. Tony is a little worried about Steve who is brooding and heading out to solve some Captain America problems. Maybe there are feelings involved. When aren't there feelings involved?

Darling Heart by Epiphanyx7

The tenderest touch leaves the darkest of marks

And the kindest of kisses breaks the hardest of hearts

Tony stared at Steve, trying to figure out what his response should be. He had no idea what to do, because people didn't do that, nobody told Tony Stark they loved him, nobody except for Rhodey that one time and Rhodey had been blackout drunk so it probably didn't count anyway, and besides--

"Tony," Steve said, swallowing hard, his face still deathly pale. "Tony, I'm sorry, I didn't mean--"

Pervert by shaggybeetle

Tony told him off.

He liked that...

This Is No M'aidez [The Shame Remix] by Kiyaar

After the events of Execute Program, Tony shows up on Steve's doorstep with a file folder.

Pinion by Kiyaar

Tony is off-world when Wanda says the thing. Steve isn't. How the events leading to X-Factor 231 might have happened.

Rusted Wheel, or How the Civil War Might Have Ended by Kiyaar

Tony was on the steps of the Courthouse and took the bullets for Steve.

Slowly But Surely by im95notdead

With many road bumps along the way, Tony learns the value of being unapologetically who he is and finding people who love and encourage him for it all the more.

Be No Stranger (All Your Saints and Soldiers Remix) by jibrailis

That's the twenty-first century love song, baby. Glitz and glamour and every one of us is a liar.

Parity by Kiyaar

Tony doesn’t want to think about what’s on his hands besides blood. His heartbeat feels pulpy. He lies as still as he can as if the shrapnel might stop its trajectory into his aorta if he does. He thinks about what they’ll do to him tomorrow, he thinks about what will happen to him if he capitulates instead. He wants to. He wonders which way gets him to death faster.

So Selfish by somanyfeels (orphan_account)

Tony wasn't bitter or jealous, he was fine. Steve had to focus on helping Bucky, he understood that. He knew that in situations like this it was only natural for him to be pushed to the side. He was okay, he could handle not being the most important person in Steve's life. He just had to stop being selfish.

Bring Me His Heart by jellybeanforest

Steve Rogers, infamous cat burglar, is hired by Tony’s business rival and ex-girlfriend, Sunset Bain, to carry out a little corporate espionage, namely to steal the original arc reactor prototype Stark had surgically removed from his chest.

Steve does steal his heart, but perhaps not in the way his employer had envisioned.

Or:

Tony interrupts Steve mid-heist in his penthouse and assumes he is the escort he hired for the night; Steve doesn’t correct him.

The Biography of the Man Left by Time by DeathsLights

He isn’t trying to be difficult or ungrateful.

He just doesn’t know how to make a home anymore.

Bad Magic by FestiveFerret

Nat folded gracefully into a chair and cleared her throat. “I feel sixteen again,” she said carefully.

the mind-body problem by firebrands

Steve is a reporter for the New York Bulletin, and one day he's assigned a story that might be just above his pay grade. To find out the truth, he's got to speak to the man implicated: Tony Stark.

A canon-divergent fic where Steve is not captain america, but Tony is still Tony Stark. Set around the same time as Iron Man 1.

#stevetony weekly #stony weekly #stony #stevetony #fic rec #rec list #fic rec list #fanfic #steve rogers #tony stark #iron man #captain america

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inquisitorius-sin-bin · 2 years ago

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✨What's a fic you've posted you wish you could breathe life into again and have people talking about it? (or simply a fic you wish got more credit)

💫what is your favorite kind of comment/feedback?

🎀give yourself a compliment about your own writing

🕯️how do you think engaging with each other through tumblr, twitter, comments, kudos, creates healthy fandom experiences? How do you deal with that if you're not a social person/experience social anxiety?

💌share something with us about an up-and-coming work (WIP) that has you excited!

Ohh bless thank you for this ask

I put so much work into Blowing Cover and it is super unpopular compared to all my other works. I really liked the character too and kind of thought they might be fun to bring back for another one shot (I mean, given the ending, they have a ton of one-shot potential).

But. The kinks/tags involved are certainly a bit edgier so I can see it getting less hits. I'm already writing for a very niche group, then this hits an even smaller category within that group. Ohh well. I enjoyed making it, at least.

As for feedback! Uh, your kind, lol. I love that you put so much time into selecting the lines that really stand out to you. That blows me away. It's like the best kind of annotations ❤️ and it helps me tailor what I do, I'm still learning what gets folk's hearts fluttering!

That said, literally just a like on a Tumblr post or a message or a keyboard smash also has the capacity to melt my heart. I've received PMs that I gush over for days and reread 1000x over. Back in the old old days of my elder fics, I got fan art and I still have them saved on a special folder on my phone. I drink out of mugs someone created of my OC's Fay and Tsiri. Just knowing people read and enjoyed it is great.

(And I'm one of those weird folks who also welcome criticism too, actually. I want to be better. I want to write good good fics that get people coming to the table and screaming for more. I want to know what you like and hate. What I could improve about my style for clarity. What was so cringey it made your skin crawl. I aim to please.)

Compliment?

I am almost done writing a fic longer than Return of the King that's literally all I'm going to be talking about for weeks. I hope it's good, lol.

In regards to engagement, in my experience I've created numerous connections with people all across the world from different experiences and backgrounds just through fandom culture. That's healthy for cultivating a good, open-minded worldview. Those connections give me so much joy and energy and help inspire me to create! When I get home, I can't wait to work on my projects, and I really want to finish something so that I can giddily hide behind my computer screen and hope you all see and enjoy it.

But beyond that, human connection is very important to me. I like seeing your personal ramblings about how y'alls days are going, your jobs, your day-to-day stuff. The people behind the blogs. And I like that on the internet, there isn't a huge expectation of availability like there is in person. I myself have a great deal of social anxiety, but online, I can choose when I have enough energy to reach out or start a conversation or message back, or when that reserve just isn't in me.

If you're really anxious, know that I still see you and am happy even if you just follow and lurk, even if I just get a kudos or a like and then you disappear. I know what I share is quite salacious and not everyone wants to have that on their blog, believe me lol. Being seen is also gratifying. If you ever have the energy for a word of an ecouragement, that means the world to me! But if not, be not afraid. I do not hate you for liking my posts.

Aaaaand for WIP stuff-

Nice try, you can't fish out more deets about the end of Ride or Die/Fly or Fall than I have already shared lol. I CANNOT spoil anything at this point. But I will say this: I feel more strongly about the theme and the arc for Volume 2 than I did for Volume 1. I have a more concrete plan overall than I did the first go round. And the message is kind of something I'm already working towards at the very end of this work, so they should flow together quite cohesively.

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nia-official · 4 years ago

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How to BULK download from Ao3

With this method I queued thousands of fics for download in just minutes. (also works for FF.net) [Note: fics will be saved in HTML format. kind of ugly but all text, formatting, and pictures are saved to your hard drive!]

YOU WILL BE ABLE TO QUICKLY QUEUE FOR DOWNLOAD:

All your bookmarks

All the fics by an author

All the fics from a search

Basically you can download all the fics linked in a page

Note: Due to AO3 servers, there’s about a 5-10 minute wait between loading about 30 pages/tabs of a search, but with 30 tabs open you can add 600 fics to your download queue at a time.

YOU WILL NEED:

Google Chrome

Simple Mass Downloader (Free chrome extension)

Detailed instructions with pictures below the cut!

Okay, first, have Chrome and the Downloader extension installed, and follow the instruction from the Downloader (make sure "Ask where to save each file before downloading" option in Chrome Download Settings is NOT checked.) then follow these steps:

STEP 1 - Open your tabs - (do NOT open the fics)

Get all the fics you want in one place, so either use a filtered search, your bookmarks/marked for later page, your favorite author’s works page, etc. This downloader finds the links on a page and downloads those links, so you want links to all the fics you want in one place. I’m going to use my Bookmarks page.

If there are multiple pages (I have almost 200 pages of bookmarks) open as many tabs as you can (usually around 30 tabs) until you get the “retry later” message. (This is an Ao3 security measure and also flood control so you don’t overload the site) Make sure all the tabs are loaded!! If the page isn’t actually loaded you won’t download anything from that page!

NOTE: Not necessary but it’s better if the window only has tabs with your fic selection because the downloader will pull links from every open tab in the window

STEP 2 - Using the Downloader

Open the downloader by clicking on the puzzle piece to the right of the address bar and selecting “simple mass downloader”

Make sure you’re on the “Resource List” tab and click the squares to the “Load Page Links” button (circled in red) to drop down the “collect links from open tabs” box. This allows you to download links from all the open tabs (or to the right/left/etc). At this point, don’t add any filters (this feature is kinda new so it’s a little glitchy) just leave everything else blank and click “Start” to load all the links from all the tabs.

This will load something like 75 pages of links and close to 15000 "items” which we will begin to filter.

Step 3 - Filtering

First we’re going to filter OUT links we don't need. At the bottom of the window there is a space that says “Text filter.” We’re going to start by typing “comments” to filter out the links to the works’ comments. Click the menu button (three lines at the upper right corner) and select “remove filtered items.” This just removed 585 of 14805 links!

Now do the same thing for these filters to remove links we don’t need:

Comments

Kudos

Bookmarks

Collections

Chapters

Now we’re ready for our last filter: “org/works/” this will select only the links to fics! Don’t filter this out! Hit the square that selects all items (”2″ in the picture below) and deselect the first 4 items because those are not fics. If we did this right, as you scroll down you will see only links to fics!

Finally we’re ready to save!

Step 4 - Save Them

Okay, to save our fics we want to specify what kind of filename they have and where they will be saved. First, click the “{ }” button on the bottom left and select “Link text.” This will make the file name into the title of the fic. Next, name your directory (3 in the pic below). This will create a sub-folder in your “downloads” folder with that name and all the fics will be downloaded into that folder. I named it “Ao3 Bookmarks” but you can call it whatever you want.

Finally, hit the “+” button on the bottom right to add all these fics to the download queue!

Step 5 - Download!

Last step! Now remember how we could only load about 30 tabs on Ao3 at once? Well, it also means we can only download about 50 fics at a time. Yes, this sucks but this is going to be the case no matter what method you use to download from Ao3, that’s just the way Ao3 servers operate. So this part gets a little tedious. luckily, html downloads super fast, and the list is saved in your queue.

Switch to the “Download List” tab. All the links we just added have been sent here, and if you did it right you should see several pages of fiction titles ready to be downloaded!

(optional) Now just to be safe, in case chrome crashes or if you have to leave to do something else, hit “select all,” go to the menu and click “export selected items to file” and save the file so that you can import the list and continue downloading if you get interrupted, and don’t have to start over from the beginning.

Now hit “select all” again to de-select them and select about 50 titles (click one, scroll down and shift + click). Now hit “Start Selected.” You can also hit the play arrow button and they will download until the Ao3 limit, at which point you can click pause.

The first three titles are being downloaded, you can see the progress bar. they’re small files and should go quite fast. The dark blue arrows are up next to be downloaded. Green checkmark means the file was successfully downloaded (in theory, see note below) and the yellow “!” means that the download failed. You’ll get the download failed indicator when you’ve reached the limit for the number of downloads for Ao3 and will have to wait.

Note! If the file has no extension (no “.html”) in the folder and/or the icon is just a blank page (instead of a page with your default browser icon on it) you will have to add the file extension manually. Idk why this happens. Go to the folder and just add “.html” to the end of the title. You can also select multiple files and add the file extension at once.

I’ll be honest. This downloading part can get kinda glitchy

TIP! Once a fic is successfully downloaded, remove it from the download list! Otherwise it will sometimes get confused and download the fic again and you’ll end up with duplicates.

As long as you only try to download about 50 fics at a time and wait for Ao3 to let you back in you shouldn’t have too much trouble!

I know it’s not the most perfect solution, but due to Ao3′s server limitations there really isn’t a better solution. This is the only bulk download method for Ao3 that I’ve found that allows you do download hundreds to thousands of fics relatively easily.

Good luck! And play around with the downloader, there are lots of other functions and uses!

#archive of our own #ao3 hacks #ao3 #fanfiction #fanfic #fan fiction #ao3 help

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the-scarlet-witch-22 · 4 years ago

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Chaconne: Part 2 (Agatha Harkness x Fem!Reader)

Summary: After auditioning for who is often considered to be the world’s scariest conductor, you begin working for Agatha Harkness and the Manhattan Symphony Orchestra.

Word Count: 4.9K

Link: Dvorak’s New World Symphony: Movement 4 (Performed by the Vienna Philharmonic)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pGdtkUiKaA8

A/N: Hi everyone! I’m back with part two of Chaconne. I’ve included another link to the fourth movement of Dvorak in case anyone would like to listen, (it’s one of my favorite recordings and I definitely recommend it) but if classical music isn’t your jam I understand. Also, I would like to warn this is going to be major slow burn, but I promise there is a light at the end of the tunnel...eventually. Part 3 should be uploaded in a few days! I hope all of you enjoy it, and as always please feel free to leave a comment :) Oh! Also I think I’m going to make a taglist for this story, so if you would like to be added just comment or send me a message.

A week later marked the first symphony rehearsal of the season. You had barely seen Agatha all day. The woman was running from meeting to meeting with investors and the board so she had given you small tasks to complete in her absence. You were busy rearranging the small personal music library she kept in her office when there was a knock on the door.

“Come in,” You called out as you began sorting through the Baroque Era.

The door opened a moment later and you were glancing at a few different scores when you heard someone clear their throat. Looking up, you saw Wanda Maximoff standing in the doorway.

“Well hello there,” Wanda drawled out, clearly looking surprised. It took you a second to wonder why until you realized you were in Agatha’s office. “You’re not Agatha.”

You let out a nervous laugh. “No...um, no I’m not. I’m Agatha’s new assistant, Y/N.”

Wanda gave you a curious glance. “Her assistant,” she mused, taking a step further into the office. “Does she treat you well?”

You shrugged. “She feeds me a few times a day, buys me coffee. It could be a lot worse.”

Wanda chuckled. “Well it is very nice to meet you. I’m Wanda Maximoff.”

“I know who you are,” You blurted out before realizing how creepy that may have sounded. Glancing at Wanda, you were relieved that she seemed more amused than anything else. “I mean, it’s such a pleasure to meet you, Miss Maximoff. I’m a huge fan of yours.”

“Call me Wanda,” The pianist insisted. “You’re sweet. I’m surprised Agatha hasn’t had you running for the hills.”

You felt strangely defensive over the criticism regarding Agatha. “She really isn’t bad. I’m learning so much from her.”

Wanda looked surprised but smiled nonetheless. “You’re a very sweet girl, aren’t you? Do you know when Agatha will be back?”

“Um...” You trailed off and tried to remember when Agatha said she would be done. “It might be a while.”

“I don’t mind waiting,” Wanda said confidently, taking a seat in a leather chair. “I can keep you company.”

So you spent the next half hour sorting through music. At some point Wanda had offered to assist you, and although you assured her you were fine, she insisted. Which is how you found yourself discussing your favorite eras of music with one of your favorite musicians.

“Well isn’t this cozy,” Agatha’s voice rang out from the doorway causing you to jump.

The conductor had a scowl on her face and you could practically see the anger seething out of her. Wanda, on the other hand, smiled brightly at Agatha. “Agatha, so lovely to see you again. I was just getting to know your assistant. She’s a delight.”

Agatha glared at the woman, before giving you a quick once over. “Of course she is. What are you doing in my office, Maximoff? We aren’t rehearsing with you until next week.”

Wanda shrugged, not phased by the other woman’s attitude. “I thought I would stop by to catch up. It’s been a while since we’ve worked together.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at that. When did Agatha and Wanda work together? Agatha certainly had a lot of negative thoughts regarding the younger woman, so it would make sense that they had worked together at some point. You were just surprised Agatha never brought it up during one of her many long ‘Maximoff Rants.’

“I’m very busy,” Agatha replied, appearing to grow angrier with every word that came out of the red head’s mouth. “Right, dear?”

At first you wondered who she was talking to, until you noticed the pointed look she was giving you. You offered Wanda a polite smile before slowly heading over towards your boss. “Of course, Miss Harkness. You have to leave for your meeting with potential new investors and then we have to discuss new programs and publicity posters before rehearsal this evening.”

“I see,” Wanda was giving both of you a look that suggested she knew you were lying. “Well I should be on my way then. Lovely seeing you again Agatha, and it was a pleasure to meet you, Y/N,” she said sweetly as she gave your shoulder a gentle squeeze on her way out of the office.

Once she was gone, Agatha all but slammed the door shut and your eyes widened at how angry she appeared.

“What did she say to you?” Agatha asked curiously eyeing you.

You shrugged, because Wanda didn’t really say anything to you. At least not anything important. “Nothing really. She asked who I was, insisted she wanted to wait for you to come back, and then she offered to help me sort through the music.”

“I didn’t realize the work I gave you was so complex it required a second set of hands,” Agatha spat out as she slowly moved closer to you, and you wondered what you said to get that reaction.

“It wasn’t,” you argued, feeling your temper grow and getting more flustered as Agatha moved even closer to you. “She was just being nice.”

Agatha huffed and stalked back to her desk. “Fine. She was just being nice. Now no more talk of Maximoff. I’m starting to get a migraine.”

“I’ll go get you some tea,” You offered, as you had become more familiar with the conductor’s frequent stress migraines.

Agatha merely nodded and began sorting through her scores for rehearsal and you set off to brew some tea in the kitchen. You brushed off her strange behavior as the anger that came with seeing Wanda Maximoff.

The rest of the afternoon passed by smoothly. Agatha eventually told you to go home for a few hours despite your protests to stay. She was still a tad bit grumpy from her run in with Wanda, so she all but shoved you out the door and said if she saw you back here before 6:00 that she would make sure it would be your last time attending rehearsal.

Finding yourself back at the concert hall an hour before rehearsal started, you made your way to Agatha’s office and used the key she had given you to let yourself in. You had to grab the boxes filled with folders of music, as well as Agatha’s scores and her favorite baton. Your eyes scanned the dozens of identical batons that the older woman had before you found the one she requested you grab.

There weren’t many personal items in Agatha’s office. Granted she had only been here for around a month, but still. It was basically bare, save for a few photos of her pet bunny, Señor Scratchy. You had often wondered what the conductor did when she wasn’t here, but you had never felt comfortable enough to ask. Agatha was...private, and while you respected her privacy a part of you wondered what she was like when she wasn’t in scary conductor mode.

A quick glance at the clock alerted you to head to the hall before the players started to arrive. You quickly locked up the office before hurrying through the building, arms filled with boxes.

“I should’ve brought these in before I left,” You mumbled out loud as you balanced the boxes in one hand to unlock the stage door with your other hand.

“Well yes dear, but that would’ve required thought,” Agatha said with a smirk as she came up from behind you.

You cursed and jumped, glaring at the woman who scared you half to death. “Are you trying to give me a heart attack?”

Agatha held the door open for you and shrugged in response as you passed her. “It’s not my fault you’re so easy to scare.”

“You’re evil,” You told her, but your tone was teasing. “And you’re early.”

“It’s my first rehearsal, I want to be prepared,” Agatha explained but you knew her well enough to know what that meant.

“It’s okay to be nervous, you know,” You said reassuringly as she grabbed one of the boxes from you to set on the stage.

Agatha scowled and gave you a dirty look. “I am not nervous. I’m Agatha Harkness. I don’t get nervous.”

“Right and you’re also nothing like Wanda Maximoff, right?” You fired back, enjoying the glower she gave you.

Agatha huffed. “I liked it better when you were afraid of me.”

You laughed as you began placing the folders on their respective stands. “I was never afraid of you. I was afraid of disappointing you.” And you were still afraid of disappointing her, but you would never vocalize that.

Agatha gave you a look you couldn’t decipher before she helped you with the folders. “Where’s your violin?”

“In your office,” You reminded her. “Remember, I told you I was leaving it there until after rehearsal?”

“Well how are you going to play in,” She checked her watch, “Fourty-five minutes without an instrument?”

You stared at her in shock. “But...but I thought I didn’t get the first violin spot?”

“You didn’t,” Agatha admitted. “But I haven’t hired anyone else and I still need to update our sub list. So there will be an empty chair for rehearsal.”

“Which means?” You pressed, needing to hear the words from her.

Agatha rolled her eyes. “Needy as ever for the praise I see. Grab your instrument and get your ass on stage in ten minutes before I change my mind.”

You practically skipped off stage, not believing what you were hearing. You were going to perform with the Manhattan Symphony! Sure it was just a rehearsal, and the first rehearsal at that, but you didn’t care. You were on cloud nine and nothing could bring you down.

By the time you returned with your instrument, some of the players had started to arrive. You recognized a few of the violinists from different gigs you had played over the past couple of years. Scanning the stage, you spotted Agatha in one of the first rows in the audience, drinking a bottle of water. She noticed you staring and motioned for you to come join her.

You set your case down next to her bag. “Thank you for letting me play in rehearsal today.”

“Why are you thanking me?” Agatha questioned, looking at you with curiosity. “I need a violinist for today’s rehearsal. You’re my assistant who will do whatever you can to please me. It’s common sense.”

You rolled your eyes at her but smiled nonetheless. “You really can’t let me be nice, can you?”

Agatha laughed and patted you on the arm. “You’re finally catching on, dear. Now get on stage and warm up. I can’t have my assistant embarrassing me in front of the entire ensemble.”

You did as you were told and sat in the last chair of the first violin section. The other members of the ensemble gradually made their way to their respective seats to begin warming up, and Agatha stayed at her spot still drinking her water. Your stand partner eventually made their way over to you and smiled.

“Hi, I’m Monica,” the woman said politely as she sat in the chair next to yours.

“Nice to meet you. I’m Y/N,” you replied with a small smile. “Have you been with the symphony for a while?”

“This is my fifth season,” Monica replied with a shrug. “Should be a little more interesting with Harkness in charge at least.”

You vaguely remembered the rumors that the last music director had been voted off by the board due to his age, but you couldn’t remember his name.

“Yeah, she’s really great,” You said happily. Monica gave you a curious glance. “I’m actually her assistant.”

Monica raised her eyebrows at that revelation. “Oh, wow. What’s that like?”

You shrugged, and noted that was the second time someone had that reaction. “Pretty standard I guess.”

“I was wondering who she hired for the section after cancelling the blind auditions,” Monica admitted. “She gave those violinists quite a scare.”

“Well I’m not hired for this,” You quickly backtracked. “She just hadn’t filled the seat and she needed a sub for today so-“

Monica laughed. “Hey, it’s okay. I get it. It’s nice to have you here. I’m sure you’ll do great.”

A few minutes later, the chatter and warming up abruptly stopped when Agatha took the podium. The ensemble stared at their new conductor, curious as to how she would start their first rehearsal. Instead, Agatha raised her baton and the ensemble lifted their instruments in preparation.

“Movement four of Dvorak,” Agatha said and allowed everyone a moment to flip to the respective movement.

She raised her baton again and you felt a rush of adrenaline as you waited in anticipation for her to begin. Over the past few weeks you had studied Agatha’s conducting technique. Watching her move her hands in formation was so beautiful, she was easily the most skilled conductor you had ever observed. Her eyes raked over the ensemble and landed on yours, and with a smirk she gave the upbeat to begin.

Dvorak’s New World Symphony was one of the first full symphonies you remembered playing back in your high school youth symphony. It was breathtaking, full of colorful phrases and swirling melodies in every movement that left both the player and listener eager for more. The fourth movement seemed to tie it all together.

Despite it being the first rehearsal, the ensemble played relatively well. Agatha was mindlessly conducting, her gaze fixated on different ensemble members, and you knew she probably had so many quick witted insults stewing in her brain. You meanwhile couldn’t keep your eyes from watching her conduct. Sure, watching old videos of her conducting different orchestras was great, your personal favorite was of her performance conducting Tchaikovsky’s 4th Symphony with The Chicago Symphony. You also loved sitting in her office and watching her get lost in her scores, seemingly oblivious to your gaze locked on her baton and the way her fingers seemed to have a mind of their own.

But this...this was pure beauty. It was like she was painting a canvas using her baton as a paint brush. Even with her gaze focused elsewhere, she knew the score backwards and forwards and you saw her give every cue without even taking a second to glance down at the music. It was magical; she was magical.

The movement progressed and you had reached one of you favorite spots. There was a phrase transition that featured a slow and melodic theme that was passed throughout the orchestra. It started in the winds and you smiled at the serene sounds of the oboe that featured accompaniment from the strings before the melody was eventually passed to the violin section. While most violinists enjoyed playing fast and thrilling passages that left their fingers aching and bow arm sore, you had always secretly preferred the sweeter themes, the soaring melodies that kept growing and filled your heart with so much warmth.

Closing your eyes to play a passage you had long ago memorized, Dvorak had always been a favorite, you took a second to enjoy the unique feeling that every musician shared. Making music was an intimate experience. The ability to bring together dozens of people from different walks of life. To put aside any problems from everyday life and just take those brief moments to focus on nothing but their craft. Your happiest memories were of the time you spent in orchestra rehearsals. All of the hard, and sometimes grueling, work that went into perfecting each measure and making sure each section played as one giant instrument. All of it was worth it once you made it to the performance, and you swore there was nothing that could bring you more bliss than a live performance.

The movement progressed and Agatha was fully in her element. The woman was the most confident conductor you had ever encountered. Sure, she was a bit...cocky...but she had every right to be. This was the only first rehearsal you had ever attended where the conductor had effortlessly led the ensemble through tempo changes and cues without any faults.

With a whirlwind of fast passages and high notes that had you breathless, you reached the grand finale. You would occasionally glance up to check you were following Agatha’s tempo, and it took everything in you to not keep your gaze entirely fixated on her.

Agatha left her baton raised for a moment before finally lowering it, and you could tell by the passive look on her face that she was not pleased. “Well that was disappointing. Have any of you played in an ensemble before today?”

Directing her gaze to the principal flutist, she waved her hand. “And don’t even get me started on the mess over here. Are you trying to make my ears bleed? I’ve heard first graders who have a better tone than you.”

The principal flutist frowned. “With all due respect Maestra, it’s our first rehearsal and we’re a little rusty.”

“Did I ask for excuses?” Agatha questioned, and you knew the rest of rehearsal would only be downhill from there. If there was one thing Agatha Harkness hated it was excuses. “What’s your name?”

“Dottie Jones.”

“Well, Dottie,” Agatha sneered. “Since you apparently know more than I do, why don’t you come up here and conduct?”

Well shit. You didn’t see that coming. You glanced over to Monica and found she had the same shocked expression on her face as you did.

“Maestra I don’t-“ Dottie tried to argue, and you couldn’t help but feel a small amount of pity for the woman because you knew Agatha always got what she wanted.

“Now!” Agatha yelled and threw her baton on the stand. “Let’s see what you can do.”

“Is she always like this?” Monica whispered to you and you shrugged.

That was a good question. In the few weeks you worked for Agatha, you had grown used to her intense presence and ever changing mood swings. You would never admit it to her face, but you actually found it kind of charming in a weird and twisted sort of way, because you knew Agatha only acted this way to assert her dominance. The music world had predominantly been led by men. The vast majority of the most famous and beloved composers were men. For the majority of your playing career the conductors you encountered were men. Hell, even the majority of symphony orchestras had male concert masters.

“She likes to keep things interesting,” You whispered back while keeping your gaze locked on the scene occurring on the podium.

Dottie had reluctantly made her way through the ensemble to stand on the podium where Agatha stood to the side with her arms folded across her chest.

“Any day now, Dottie,” Agatha mocked and you grimaced. Not even a half hour in and she had already lost her temper.

To Dottie’s credit she appeared relatively calm as she picked up the baton Agatha threw on the stand. The orchestra readied themselves to begin, but you kept your gaze locked on Agatha. What was she playing at?

Dottie gave the upbeat and the opening notes of Dvorak rang out. The flutist was a decent conductor, but you knew it was a losing battle. Her technique was nowhere as refined as Agatha’s and you could tell she was trying her best to keep the ensemble from falling apart. You made it through ten bars before Agatha made her way to the podium and raised one hand, and everyone immediately stopped.

“Well Dottie what do you think?”

“I think I should go back to my seat and leave the conducting to you,” Dottie offered weakly.

Agatha arched an eyebrow. “Ah. I see.” She waited for Dottie to sit back down before continuing. “Some of you may find my methods crazy. Some of you may say that I’m too mean, that I’m pushing you too hard. However, there is a reason for all of this.”

She pointed her baton at the principal oboe. “You? What’s your name?”

“Oh, um...” The man stammered and Agatha rolled her eyes.

“Name!”

“Jimmy Woo.”

“Jimmy Woo,” Agatha repeated with a frown on her face. “How long have you been with the symphony?”

“This is my third season, Maestra,” Jimmy said with a smile.

Agatha nodded. “I need to hear more of you. We need to work on your projection to come over the strings without making it too nasally. Not bad for the first rehearsal, Woo.”

“Thank you, Maestra.”

“Now Woo, how would you say the past three seasons have gone?” Agatha prompted.

“Maestra?” Jimmy asked, appearing confused by the question.

Agatha let out a huff. “How have you felt the orchestra has performed for the past three seasons, Woo?”

“You want my honest opinion, Maestra?”

You watched Agatha tense up and you internally sighed. Another thing Agatha hated was pointless questions.

“No, Woo, I want you to change into a tutu and do pliés,” Agatha dryly commented.

Jimmy let out a bit of nervous laughter which quickly ended when Agatha glared at him. “Right. Well, I guess I feel like we’re losing our touch.”

“That’s putting it lightly. Thank you, Woo,” Agatha said before turning her attention to the rest of the ensemble. “The Manhattan Symphony was once the world’s finest orchestra. But all of you have gotten too comfortable. You’ve stopped making music and now are simply playing notes on a page. You’ve gotten lazy.”

There we go. The third thing Agatha hated. Laziness. You swore the woman was constantly on the move. There was one Friday afternoon where you had suggested taking a half day to enjoy the sunshine, which led Agatha to go on a twenty minute long rant (you timed it) that you could enjoy the sunshine when you were dead in a grave. Needless to say, you never asked to leave work early again.

You watched the conductor place her baton on the stand and wave her arms around. “I want this orchestra to regain its rightful place on top of the musical community. But this is going to require work from every single individual in this room. So, this is your first and only warning. If you are not going to put your entire soul into this orchestra, consider this your last rehearsal. Everyone is replaceable and I promise you will not be missed.”

You raised your bow to signal you had a question. Agatha’s head whipped around to look at you, and you could practically see the gears turning in her head. “Something you wish to add?”

“And if we stay?” You asked, thinking back to the very same question you asked her the day of the audition.

That earned you a smile so small it was almost impossible to see, and it went away as quickly as it appeared. “If you choose to stay, I am going to work you hard. I don’t want to hear any whining or complaints, only promises to do better. Are we clear?”

Silence from the room was taken as a yes. Agatha raised her baton. “Good. Flip to measure 21. Woo I want to work on your entrance. First violins, I know you love being the center of attention but you need to follow the dynamics on the page, circle them if you must. Flutes please try to not to fuck up your eighth notes otherwise I will make sure the only orchestra you play for is in the middle of Antartica.”

The rest of rehearsal went better than it started. Agatha was her usual slightly snarky self, and the rest of the ensemble was learning not to question her. You went to pack up your instrument when Monica motioned for you to come join her.

“I’m not sure if you have any plans but a few of us are going to get drinks if you want to join,” Monica offered and you were touched by her kindness.

“That’s so sweet but I’m actually pretty tired,” You said apologetically. Which was partially true, but you also wanted to make sure Agatha went home and didn’t stay cooped up in her office all night.

“Well if you change your mind, shoot me a text,” Monica insisted as she handed you her phone to put in your contact information. She took the phone back and sent you a message. “There’s my number.”

You thanked her again before heading over to where Agatha was silently stewing. A quick glance at her confirmed that she was still in a bad mood and you chose to silently pack up your instrument while shooting her quick and cautious glances.

“I can feel you staring,” Agatha finally looked up at you. “I want to redo the string parts for Maximoff’s piece. We need to fix a few of the bowings. I want everything to be set for our first rehearsal with her.” She noticed your hesitation. “Unless you have other plans.”

“Oh no, my dream Friday night is being holed up in your office marking Rachmaninoff,” You joked and grinned when she rolled her eyes.

“Funny, dear. Very funny,” Agatha deadpanned, motioning for you to follow her. “But I don’t pay you to make jokes.”

An hour later you were done with the bowings while Agatha had spent the time reading a book. She had a pair of glasses on and her feet were up on her desk, it was the most relaxed you had ever seen her.

“You’re finished?” Agatha asked, not looking up from her book. “Good,” she said and slammed the book closed. “Now, we didn’t get a chance to do this earlier due to my Maximoff induced migraine, so grab that violin and come with me. I want to see how relaxed your bow hold is after rehearsing.”

“Actually, I was going to suggest that we call it a night?” You asked tentatively, gauging her reaction. “You’ve had a long day and-“

“And what? I’m so old I need to be in bed before ten?” Agatha inquired, slowly taking off her glasses.

“You’re not old,” You blurted out and Agatha smirked at you. Blushing, you looked at the floor. “But maybe it would do you good to get some rest?”

“Trying to give me orders again, darling?” Agatha teased and even though you weren’t looking at her, you knew she was still smirking. “I’m not so sure I like that.”

“You really shouldn’t say things like that,” You mumbled whilst Agatha laughed.

“Whatever you say, dear,” Agatha said. “If it will get you to shut up, I’ll call it a night and go home. But I expect you back here tomorrow morning so we can make up our session. We’re finally starting to crack the surface of your true potential and I won’t have you wasting it because you need to sleep.”

You had waited for Agatha to pack up her bag and followed her out of the building. This was the first time you had left at the same time as the older woman. She usually sent you on your way long before she was ready to head out for the evening. She had her town car waiting for her out front, and she frowned as she watched you prepare to walk home.

“You’re not planning on walking alone at this hour are you?” Agatha questioned and looked at you like you were an idiot.

You shrugged. “I only live a few blocks away.” Which was a bit of a lie, but she didn’t have to know that. “And if anyone gives me a hard time I can just whack them with this.” You motioned to your hard case violin.

“You’re an idiot if you think I’ll allow you to wander the streets like a lost little puppy,” Agatha reprimanded you. “Get in the car.”

“I’m not getting in your car,” You argued. “I’ll be fine.”

“Darling I’m not going to tell you again. Get in the car,” Agatha repeated and then smirked. “Unless you’d rather I drag you kicking and screaming.”

You glared at her. Damn her for making everything sound so...suggestive. “Fine.”

“Good girl,” Agatha said as you followed her in the car, and she patted the seat next to hers. “Now where do you live?”

You gave her driver the instructions to your apartment and then made yourself comfortable in the car. There was a few minutes of awkward silence which you spent staring out the window, and Agatha spent staring at you.

“Ya know, you usually call me out for staring at you,” You finally spoke up, the silence starting to eat away at you.

“I am not staring at you,” Agatha lightly argued before changing the subject. “I never asked how you thought I did tonight.”

“What?”

Agatha frowned at you. “How do you think I led the rehearsal?”

That was new. Over the past few weeks Agatha had never asked you for your opinion on anything regarding her conducting, because why would she? Agatha was the most confident person you had ever met, and a part of you was envious at how she presented herself to the world.

You took a moment to glance over at her and found yourself staring into bright blue eyes. “I...I thought you were brilliant. But, you were a little too nice. I don’t think I saw anyone cry.”

Agatha’s expression lightened and you felt your heartbeat grow rapid at the sight of her smile. “Still making jokes, darling? Perhaps I’m going too easy on you.”

The rest of the car ride fell back into a more comfortable silence, and before long Agatha’s driver pulled up to your modest but nice apartment building.

You grabbed your violin case and offered Agatha a small smile. “Thank you for giving me a ride home.”

“Thank Hank, he did the driving.”

“Right,” You frowned. “Well, goodnight.”

Agatha briefly touched your arm as you went to exit the car, and you felt goosebumps at the sensation. “Goodnight, dear. I’ll see you in the morning.”

#agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness #agatha wandavision #wandavision au #wandavision #marvel au #agnes x reader #agatha harkness x you

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treesap-blogs · 2 years ago

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Happy Saturday! Here’s a review of “The Outlaws Scarlett And Browne” by Jonathan Shroud!

Hello, Tumblrians! Whilst we may not be nearing our 20th Tumblr Review yet (although the combined superpowers of my depression and my ADHD may get us alarmingly close to that goal in a short period of time if I don’t exercise restraint and stick with the 3 books per week thing), it is a special occasion nonetheless! This marks my 13th review! I don’t know if any of you guys know this, but 13 is my favorite number!!! (I like the supernatural/superstitious connotations with it. Mysterious!) (and partially out of spite, I like to think of it as lucky. Not that we’ll need that for this review, anyhow.)

Anyhow! Time for my personal favorite section, presumably your least favorite: 💫Book Backstory Time💫, the segment in which I explain how I encountered a book, a la Blob Of Text On A Recipe Before The Actual Recipe! I found out about it from Mellowkotto’s stories on Instagram, particularly when they talked about the bank robbery scene at the beginning. For some reason that was enough to sell it to me(which is so funny, because they just talked about liking Scarlett), and I ended up talking about the book to my mom because I’d put it on my notes app TBR. Didn’t catch onto why she asked at least twice or thrice for the title despite her only reading nonfiction books, but she messaged my mildly rich grandfather who gets my brother and I annual Christmas gifts, and swear I remember I opened up a December 2021 Christmas present to find it inside! (Goodreads lists a different release date for that?! Maybe it’s just the UK version or something, I live in the U.S. and it probably was put out at a different time. Plus, my copy has a different cover than the one I put under my “Read” folder/shelf.) I read the first fifty or so pages that night by the light of a Skittles-scented candle, and got to 100 or so by the end of winter before being a little burnt out and stopping. That was before I had a consistent reading schedule, though! Once I got one in 2022, I read a bit further until I forgot about it in my reading queue that was full of library books(literally the only reason I read fast haha), until I basically cleared that up this year and finished it! So it has technically taken me over a year to read this book. Lovely.

The Outlaws Scarlett And Browne is the first in a trilogy(only 2 books are out at the moment), following young adult crook Scarlett McCain. She’s on the run after committing a bank heist(which is slightly unusual for her because the stakes brought on by being chased by the law after just robbing a small bank are weirdly high?), and whilst doing so she encounters a boy around her age named Albert Browne. How did he end up the only remaining person in a bus that got completely totaled? Scarlett doesn’t know. But he tags along, and whilst they flee from the law through the woods, it seems like Albert’s hiding a lot of things from her. Is he a threat? Is he as he seems? What even is he hiding that makes officials so eager to catch him, and why is he wanted? Again, Scarlett doesn’t know. But she’s about to find out when they hesitantly form an alliance of sorts that develops into a friendship.

To be honest, I knew nothing about Jonathan Stroud until I picked up this book. Lockwood & Co., while not being his debut series, was by far his most popular (and no longer has a niche audience now that the Netflix series is out), and that’s kind of all I knew about? Ghost stuff and teens. And before that there was a different series that flipped magical realm morals on their head, and got him in the public eye(Barthemius, was it called? Some distinctly European fantasy name like that). So that set a lot of peoples’ expectations for this book very high, and many believed it didn’t deliver on that because it wasn’t as strong or original as some of his other works. I can’t comment on it that much, as I have no other works of his I can go off of, but I do think the overall world just doesn’t stick out for me.

Firstly! The plot, while interesting, didn’t really have anything I was all too surprised by. It felt like other things I’d find in other novels: a heavy reliance on “biological perfection” and the extreme lengths went to preserve that(albeit they were barely shown for this book, only mentioned frequently and remaining a looming threat), futuristic European setting (divided England was an interesting concept though, and London being split up into the islands for the refugees to inhabit), guy with secret dangerous powers that are probably enough for the FMC to worry about if their motives are unclear. (Here though, Maroon’s dynamic—the ship name for Albert and Scarlett, get it because scarlet and brown(e) make maroon—is left up to interpretation as to whether it’s strictly platonic, or a romantic thing, something worth nothing because that last bit is usually something an FMC is drawn to in a romantic subplot.) It was also simultaneously the first and not the first fantasy dystopia-ish novel I’ve read?! (I started it a year before The Belles, but finished it afterwards.)

With that said, though, there was one welcome change of pace I enjoyed: the lack of gender stereotypes with our main characters? While Scarlett faces some sexism during the book, her femininity isn’t used as a way to paint her out to be “less than”, nor is she automatically reduced to a “Not Like Other Girls” archetype by putting other women down for being “too girly”(something that might happen, with an action heroine written by a straight male author). Albert was also one of my favorites!! He’s unashamedly that person who posts about “haters being jealous of his childlike wonder”(please don’t take this literally it’s a meme reference, social media does not exist in TOSAB lmao), but then he..sometimes kills people too lmao?!?! Morally reprehensible ones, granted, but he’s still doing it with his volatile abilities and it does get suspicious the sheer number of foes trying to track him down(which is due to his abilities, he can make things go ka-bloom if he gets too scared, and he can also read minds without the tiring emotional outtake). I loved his duality as it was humorous at times, and that he was written to be more like a young adult than a stereotypically “guyish” or “manly” deuteragonist.

(Shoutout to Joe though, for trusting Albert with Ettie because he’s good with kids, even though he has abilities that could accidentally kill her, and not trusting Scarlett with her because she’s not good with kids even though she’s just some powerless person who’d have to put physical effort into harming Ettie lmao. Saw a reader point out the irony in that, though it was funny in hindsight.)

Him and Scarlett were solid protagonists, too! It took a bit for Scarlett to warm up to Albert, but by the end of the book they cared a lot about each other, and it was sweet to see that both in how glad they were the other person was still alive, and how Albert took a page out of Scarlett’s book and was inspired to stand up against Dr Calloway(the scientist who’d been abusing him for years). (Heck, the two even decided to briefly take care of their companion’s granddaughter together! The moment in that sketchy building where they’re trying to calm down Ettie and lead her back to the boat so she doesn’t get eaten by monsters is my favorite part.) They also had distinctive personalities, which contrasted in a way that made their dynamic interesting. Their banter was interesting! (I giggled a few times but Scarlett definitely went a bit too far in some of her insults before she warmed up to Albert, like..girlie was out of left field once in the book particularly, and I think people who’ve read it will know when💀)

Anyways. Conclusion is, I thought this book was okay. Had I not been brought here by a pre-established Shroudverse fan, I probably wouldn’t have enjoyed it as much! About 1/3rd through, I relied on the guidance of My Chemical Romance’s music in order to give me motivation to reach the halfway point. Perhaps Shroud’s other books are stronger in themes and plot, but at least the characters stuck. (I’ll give that to him, he can write MC dynamics well.)

Book rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️/5 stars. (This rating’s a versatile one, I’ve realized? Some 3 star books are mediocre, others are enjoyable but lack a few things to make them amazing.)

~Paz, signing off!

(Book content/trigger warnings: Some instances of physical/emotional abuse, frequent mentions of ableism and slavery(the latter is not racial and isn’t described on page), general violence like guns and a bit of blood, sexism/misogyny.)

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frenchbreads-writing · 5 years ago

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Enji’s Gratitiude {Endeavor | Enji Todoroki}

Anonymous: Hi, I was wondering if you'd be fine with doing an Endeavor x Male Reader where the reader is already engaged to Enji, but not many people know? Shouto is cool with him and greets him when he comes to be a guest teacher/sub for Class 1-A. I'm bad at explaining lol.

Hi everyone! I’m so sorry that it’s been over an entire MONTH since I last posted. I’ve been struggling finding motivation to write and with my classes starting online I have less free time which sucks ass.

So here’s one of my requests I feel like I deviated from the original idea?? Idk but anyways

I hope you enjoy!

Pairing: Endeavor x Male reader

Words: 2.1k (2,112 )

Warning(s): None

Requests: 3/5 slots

(Y/H/N)= Your hero name

Masterlist

Rules

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Ever since the incident at Camino, it was normal to see a different teacher during All Mights Foundational Hero Studies class. But the class never had the same substitute twice.

Mostly because the teachers were active pro heroes that had to do their jobs.

You were one of these substitutes today.

You were walking down the hallway to the teachers’ lounge after kissing Enji goodbye at the gate said man has been working late for a while now it was.. concerning, to say the least.

You were thinking of ways to help Enji when you spotted Shouto walking to class.

You rushed over to him and slung your arm around his shoulder.

“Hey, kiddo!”

He stiffened before relaxing when he realized it was you.

“Hello, (Y/N) good morning.”

You rolled your eyes ‘Always so serious’

“How’s life been treating you lately?”

You hugged him closer to you as you pulled him along the hallway.

“I’ve needed help with homework lately and my b-friend Midoriya has been helping me.”

A splash of pink appeared on his cheeks.

“So I guess other than that it’s been fine. How about you?”

You noticed his slip up but didn’t comment on it. He’ll tell you about it when he’s ready.

“It’s been fine but your father has been hounding me about being ‘more professional’ in his agency.”

“I don’t want to act all buddy-buddy with some stuck up interns.”

You sighed.

“But I guess it’s still kind of my job.”

You saw the teachers’ lounge coming up ahead so you pulled away from Shouto.

“This is my stop you should get going to class.”

Shouto nodded as he waved goodbye.

Walking through the door you were immediately wrapped up in cloth.

“You’re late.”

You looked up to meet a pair of tired eyes staring back at you.

“Sorry about that Shouta, I got held up on the way here.”

He sighed as he unraveled the cloth and handed you a folder.

“Here’s your lesson plan and I also assume you memorized the student roster?”

You nodded and grabbed the folder but couldn’t take it from his grasp.

“Dude I can’t study the lesson if you don’t give it to me.”

“I forgot to mention something.”

You looked at him expectantly.

“The bell rings in 5 minutes.”

You paused processing what he said.

“W-what?!”

“If you run you could probably make it in time.”

you cursed and immediately bolted out of the room.

Present Mic leaned over to Aizawa.

“Wait, class doesn’t start for another 20 minutes.”

A grin spread on Aizawa’s face.

“I know.”

You had just made it to the door when you felt your phone vibrate. Pulling it out revealed that you received a message from Enji telling you to pick up some stuff from the market before heading home. But what caught your eye was the time.

15 minutes left until the bell.

You groaned and bumped your head on the door. You had to meet the students anyway and you were already there so you might as well do it now.

Stepping into the room all of the talking ceased and the students’ eyes were on you.

“Hello, I’m (Y/H/N) I’m going to be your Foundational Hero Studies substitute for this week. If any of you have any questions for me don’t hesitate to ask I won’t bite… Much.”

Several students shouted their questions at once.

“Woah! Calm down you guys one at a time please!”

But it seemed that your plea fell on deaf ears.

Iida jumped from his seat to the front of the class arms up frantically chopping the air.

“Everyone settle down the teacher is trying to gain your attention!”

That did the trick now they’re back to looking at you.

“Thank you, Iida.”

He nodded and went back to his seat.

“Now you can ask me a few questions but please raise your hands first and I’ll choose one of you.”

The class was quiet for a moment before several hands were raised.

You pointed towards the blonde with a black lightning bolt printed in his hair.

“Where are you from?”

“Tokyo, it’s really nice there.”

A girl with pink skin and horns jumped up.

“What do you like to do for a hobby?”

“I like to cook, spicy pork dumplings are my favorite.”

Shouto raised his hand, what could he possibly want to know?

You pointed to him.

“Can you make cold soba for dinner tonight?”

You hummed.

“You got it, oh and also, your dad asked me to pick up some stuff from the store on the way home do you want to come?”

He nodded.

The rest of the class was in confused silence.

“Wait, are you.. dating his dad?!”

Kaminari yelled.

“No actually, he’s my husband.”

The class erupted into shouting.

“How long have you and Todoroki’s dad been married!?”

You thought for a moment.

“Our 1 year anniversary was about a month ago.”

Everyone looked at Shouto and he nodded.

And once again the class began shouting.

You sighed, this was going to be a long week.

You groaned as you pushed the front door to your home closed it with your foot, slipping off your shoes at the door and walking into the kitchen placing the groceries on the counter.

You went into your room and slipped off your hero suit replacing it with comfortable baggy clothes.

Shouto had changed his mind about going shopping to stay after school with Midoriya so you had gone shopping alone. He promised to be there by the time dinner was ready and nighttime patrol was more troublesome than usual.

“I can handle dinner.”

Hearing Fuyumi’s voice caused you to turn and face her.

“Are you sure?”

She nodded

“Dad’s in his office.”

You thanked her and walked past her.

Knocking on the office door you waited until you heard a gruff “Come in.” Before quietly sliding the door open.

You were met with Enji slumped over his desk writing away on what must be reports from his hero agency.

You simply watched him from the doorway before walking up behind him and wrapping your arms gently around his neck placing a soft kiss on the base of his skull.

He stopped his writing to sigh and lean into your touch.

Enji pulled away to spin his chair around.

Now that you were able to see his face he had dark circles beginning to form underneath his eyes. He had always worked hard but now that All Might has officially retired and he is now the number 1 hero he’s been pushing himself even harder so he can fill the space All Might left.

You placed a hand on his cheek, caressing the scar that marked the left side of his face. He leaned into your hand placing his hands your waist gently pulling you onto his lap.

Leaning forward you pressed soft kisses on his scar slowly moving lower kissing the corner of his mouth before pressing a deep gentle kiss on his lips.

Enji sighed through his nose as he pulled you closer.

You pulled away from the kiss and placed your hands on his shoulders.

“You should take a break, Fuyumi and I will make dinner and Shouto will be here in a while.”

You were about to stand up when he pulled you closer burying his face into your chest breaths uneven and hands shaky.

“Just, a few more moments.. please?”

You didn’t answer, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and holding him tight.

He may have been a brave, strong hero. But even he needed comfort.

You hugged him until his breathing came out slow and even and his hold around your waist loosened.

“Thank you, (Y/N)”

He looked up at you and you met his gaze.

You smiled and patted his cheek.

“I’m always here if you need me, now.”

You pulled away from him.

“I need to help Fuyumi with dinner. Go rest I’ll come get you when we’re done.”

Enji watched your form retreated through the door and sighed.

He stood up and made his way to yours and his shared room and laid down sinking into the soft mattress.

His gaze drifted to a framed picture resting on the nightstand.

You had smirked with your middle finger up while Enji simply glared at the camera.

That was the first real picture you had taken together that wasn’t an awkward angled photo taken by the paparazzi.

‘I don’t deserve him.’

He thought to himself.

He closed his eyes, allowing himself to drift off to sleep.

You had just finished dinner when you decided to check on Enji.

He was out like a light on the bed.

You smiled and sat next to him on the edge of the bed.

You ran your fingers through his hair massaging as you went.

You wished he didn’t push himself so hard but he was a stubborn man but then again you were just as stubborn when you’re passionate about something you care about.

And right now, you just want to help Enji as much as you could.

You stared as his features before gently shaking him awake.

He groaned and peeled his eyes open.

“Dinner’s ready, Shouto and Fuyumi are waiting for us at the table.”

He nodded and moved to stand up.

The two of you made your way to the dining table Where Shouto and Fuyumi were quietly chatting and sat down.

You immediately joined them in conversation while Enji quietly began eating.

Having dinner alone with his children always lead to silence and a tense atmosphere but with you there, you bridged the gap between them allowing them to connect. Even just a little.

No one mentioned it but they were all grateful.

You were the reason their relationship has been improving slowly but surely.

The only one who has been reluctant to repair the relationship had been Natsuo.

But you made it clear that he didn’t have to forgive his father if he didn’t want to. You merely encouraged him to be civil and recognize the change Enji had gone through.

And when he inevitably started crying from frustration and anger. You held him even when he began sobbing out loud saying how much he hated him.

You simply told him that’s fine and it’s his choice to do what he wanted.

Since then you and Natsuo talked over the phone sometimes and when he visits he sits near you or his siblings.

It seemed that you were a missing piece in the Todoroki family.

Dinner went smoothly, Enji even had a few decent moments with Shouto and Fuyumi before conversation died down and dinner was finished and everyone cleaned up and went to their rooms.

Enji slipped out of his shirt as soon as the door closed while you plopped down in the middle of the bed.

You held out your arms beckoning him.

He quietly slid into the bed lying on his stomach and placing his head on your chest.

The two of you sat in silence with nothing but the sound of breathing and your heartbeat in Enji’s ear.

“Thank you.”

You simply smiled and asked:

“For what?”

He thought for a moment.

“For being here and helping me even though I don’t deserve it.”

Enji turned his head to face you.

“You make me want to be a better person I had made such a terrible mistake and I wouldn’t blame you if you had decided to turn the other way. But you stayed and you push me to become a better person every day. And for that I’m grateful.”

You were at a loss for words.

The most emotionally vulnerable he’s been was when he confessed his deeds to you.

But right now he was being so earnest and looking at you with so much love in his eyes, It was a bit overwhelming.

You felt tears prickle in your eyes but you wiped them and hugged Enji closer to your chest.

You were glad to have made a positive change in his life.

“I’ll always be here for you.”

You laid your head back and felt Enji resume placing his head on your chest.

The two of you laid there basking in each others’ warmth.

It was when you were on the verge of unconsciousness when you heard Enji speak.

“I love you so much.”

It was just a whisper obviously not meant to be heard by you. But it melted your heart nonetheless.

“I love you too, Enji.”

The two of you fell asleep, content, and at peace, knowing the two of you meant the world to each other.

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aheathen-conceivably · 3 years ago

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Hey! Long time lurker but this is my first actual question.

How, or moreso where, does one save your CC/mods so they can be used in-game? I have a macbook and am a little confused as to where things are supposed to go.

Love your page too!

Thanks :)

Hey there! 😸

Well first of all thanks for lurking, and for thinking that I’m a worthy person to ask this question to! Truth me told, I’m woefully bad with computers, so I may actually be the worst choice!

This is especially true for macs. My mom had one when I was younger and I haaaated that thing so much. I’m not a creature of change so I refused to learn a new system 😅

That being said, I have been downloading sims CC for as long as I’ve been playing (like 20 years now) and it’s one of the few things that I feel comfortable doing on a PC.

The simplest way that I can explain it is to find where your “Mods” folder is. My understanding is that Sims 4 files are in two locations (at least they are on my computer). The first is the install location, where the base game files and expansions are all installed. The second location is usually under Documents\ Electronic Arts\ The Sims 4. This is where the game stores the files for screenshots, music, mods, and tray files.

You’re looking for the second location, and you’ll know that you found the right one when there’s already a sub folder called “Mods” (you may actually just be able to search for “mods” on your computer and it will come up). So download a piece of CC that you like and then just drag it from downloads into the Mod folder that I mentioned above. Then load up your game and it should be there!

I’ll admit, it’s very hard for me to explain vs. show (cause I’ve taught all my friends how to download sims mods) so that’s the best I can explain it! I’m sure you can find some great YouTube videos if you’re more of a visual learner, or online explanations that are more clear than I was here.

If anyone has a favorite tutorials to recommend or you just need to correct my technologically unsavvy advice feel free to let me and Anon know in the comments! ☺️

PS if you get it to work just send me another message, I would love to know if this helped!

#ask #answered #or maybe answered?#verdict is out on that one lol

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mrs-dr-reid · 4 years ago

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(A Criminal Minds Fic)

Summary: Luke goes all out for when Reader comes over to his apartment for the first time, and she’s a tad overwhelmed by it.

Pairing: Luke Alvez x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Maybe anxiety(?), but otherwise pretty fluffy, my doods.

Word Count: 1230

A/N: My very first Luke fic!!!! I’m surprised I haven’t gotten to him sooner, because I love him so much 🤷‍♀️. Hope you enjoy!

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Luke guessed he could’ve communicated his plans for the evening a little better (or literally at all) before Y/N got to his place. Luke and Y/N had been dating for a few weeks now, but she had never been to his apartment. Luke had crashed at her place plenty of times after they got back from a case because she lived closer to Quantico than he did, but they had never had a real reason for her to go to Luke’s place when they were just friends, let alone once they started dating. Luke decided that needed to change, and one day he plunked down on Y/N’s desk out of the blue, startling her from her paperwork frenzy and making her favorite pen fly over the desk divider and land in Matt’s lap.

He handed it back to her with an amused look on his face, and she looked back at Luke after thanking Matt quietly to see that he had a slightly nervous look on his face. She raised an eyebrow in concern and said, “Is everything okay, Luke?”, while putting a comforting hand on his knee, so he grabbed her hand with a smile at how caring she is and said, “Yeah, yeah, everything’s fine, Y/N/N. I was just wondering if you’d want to come over to my place sometime. Given that we don’t have to go on a case,” which made Y/N’s eyebrows fly up to her hairline in surprise.

Luke said, “It’s just… I’ve been to your apartment like a hundred times, and since we started dating, there’s never been an opportunity for you to come over. You can totally say no, I just thought I’d ask, and Roxy’s been missing you a bunch, so…,” but Y/N cut him off and said, “Luke, I’d love to come over to your apartment. I just wasn’t expecting you to ask, that’s all,” which made Luke relax slightly. Y/N stood up from her chair, then said, “Sometime in the next week or two?”, so Luke said, “Can’t wait,” which made her smile before pressing a quick but tender kiss to his lips and bringing the small stack of manilla folders that was on her desk up the ramp to Emily’s office, Luke watching her go with a dorky smile on his face.

After a week of case-less smooth sailing, the team got called out to Utah for 5 days for a serial arsonist in Salt Lake. Since they were all so good at their jobs and Garcia was a wiz with her keyboard, the arsonist was caught, and they were soon back on the jet to head back home. Y/N collapsed into her usual spot with an exaggerated groan, and Luke plopped down right next to her with an equally exaggerated sigh, making her smile and snuggle against his side. He said, “Wanna go over to my place when we get back?”, so she said, “Sure! I just wanna go back to my place and shower first, then I’ll come right over. Sound good?”, making him grin and say, “Sounds perfect. I’ll text you my address,” before pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

After everyone had dispersed in the parking lot to head home, Luke was the first person to pull out of the lot with an exhilaration he hadn’t felt since he asked Y/N out for the first time, because he knew he had to make this perfect for her. Roxy was right at the door when Luke opened it, and he bent down to give her scratches while saying, “Y/N’s gonna come see us, girl! Are you excited?”, which made Roxy’s tail start wagging while she let out a short bark, because if there’s one person she loved as much as she loved Luke, it was Y/N. Luke said, “I’ll take that as a yes,” then started getting everything ready.

Just as he finished setting everything up, he got a text from Y/N saying she just pulled into a parking spot, so he sent her a message saying he’d buzz her up in a second, then made a mad sprint for the bathroom to make sure his hair wasn’t rebelling against him. He steeled himself in the mirror, then went over to his buzzer when he heard it go off. He pressed the button and said, “Come on up!”, and Roxy was sitting nearby with her head cocked. Luke shot her a playful glare, then said, “Don’t give me that look,” just as there was a knock on his door.

Luke opened the door, and there was Y/N, in a purple long sleeve shirt, dark blue jeans, her favorite pair of Converse sneakers, and her (H/C) hair pulled into a low ponytail with her signature gleaming smile on her face. Luke said, “Hi,” then pulled her into a tender kiss by her waist, making her let out a little giggle against his mouth and cup his face in her soft hands. When he pulled his lips away, Y/N said, “Well, hi to you, too,” which made Luke chuckle slightly. Roxy trotted over to them, and Y/N instantly knelt down to give her all of the pets and scratches while cooing at her in baby talk, making Luke’s heart swell with love.

Once Y/N was done showering Roxy in affection, she stood up and said, “So, what do you have planned for us this evening, Mr. Alvez?”, so he smirked and said, “You’ll see, Ms. L/N,” before leading her to the dining room, where the lights were turned down, there were candles on the table, and there was a bottle of wine that Y/N knew couldn’t have been cheap. Y/N froze, and Luke thought it was in delight at first, but then he saw her face and realized that it was in shock and slight anxiety.

Luke was instantly on the defence, and he said, “Is something wrong?”, so she said, “It’s not that I don’t appreciate the thought, but I thought we were just gonna order pizza and watch Netflix. I would have dressed up a little more if I knew that this was what you were planning,” before letting out a nervous laugh. Luke instantly softened, then said, “I’m sorry. I should have given you at least some kind of warning. I know you hate having things like this sprung on you when you’re on prepared. I just wanted tonight to be special,” before hugging her from behind and kissing her cheek. She smiled gratefully, then looked over her shoulder at him and said, “It is really sweet of you to cook for me, though.”

He said, “In all honesty, it’s a frozen lasagna I picked up on my way home. I didn’t have enough time to make you something from scratch,” so she turned around in his arms and said, “It’s still very sweet. I appreciate it even though you caught me off guard with it a little. Next time, I’d appreciate a heads-up,” which made him nod and say, “Yes, ma’am,” before chuckling and kissing her gently. They sat down at the table, and they toasted to many more nights spent at Luke’s apartment and to always give a hint or two when planning a surprise night in or outing.

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This was for @homoose’s writing challenge.

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