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quickstappen · 10 months ago

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track 002: we took out all her teeth

A/N: hello form croatia! please ignore all the dates ect, i'm way too lazy to change them (this one was basically almost finished before the first part, oops?) also, i feel the need to emphasise this cause i saw some reblogs with charles as the "main guy" - it's an oscar x f!oc smau ;)

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carlossainz55 Family is everything. Thank you for your support since day one ❤️🙏

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carlando333 this is so precious 😍😭 i love him so muchhh

sainzssss when he's a family man 😍😍😍

landonorris legends 🧡💪

↳ lewibear no lando, that's not-

↳ redclerc mate 💀

cuddlyxricc don't let the haters get to you!! you're the one who deserves the seat

elmatadorf1 the lecrash fans are so insane 💀 carlos is so much better

predestined55 forza carlos sempre!!

si3nn4 i can't believe that fucking snake lied so much in some stupid podcast and now carlos has to pay the price of her mistakes 🐍🐍🤮

shithappens this is messy with capital M 🙄

↳ redmilton ikr???

charlosp1 hamilton is washed 🙄 you should have the ferrari seat

lightning_enjyr jesus i feel bad for his pr team

↳ F4ST_C4R yeahh, why did he think this was a good idea??

charlosskiss he's so much better than me because if my sister did what p*ola is doing now I'd be throwing hands

↳ ilpredestinatox he's throwing temper tantrums so you're not that different

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paola_sainz newest addition to the family ;) her name is Lady Fuzzypaws 😽 finally Agent Fluffkins has a sister

(boyfriend is not happy about this development, clearly he can't handle being a parent of two in his early 20s, couldn't be me)

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arthur_leclerc again no pictures of me... I see how it is 🙄

↳ paola_sainz what can i say, the flowers took your place

↳ shithappens justice for arthur, he just wants to be included lol

ilpredestinatox tell me y'all watched the new screaming meals podcast

quickstappen unbothered queen 👑 we love to see it

madi_races Logan Hunter Sargeant, i was not aware of your... character?

↳ barbiegirl we finally see more of his personality than raAAHH🦅🦅🇺🇲💥'MURICA!🦅🇺🇲🦅🦅💥

albonohypetrain first agent fluffkins and now lady fuzzypaws... who the hell is naming those cats, because they're a genius

↳ paola_sainz it's me!

albon_pets playdate?

↳ paola_sainz name the time and place 🤝

screwderriaf1 hard launching a new cat and throwing slight shade at camp carlos, amazing

↳ darth_nando is it really camp carlos though? sure as hell feels like it's camp sainz vs paola only

oscarpiastri okay I'll admit it, she's cute

↳ logansargeant the cat or....?

↳ forzalec16 logan 💀

↳ albono_23 no no, i see the vision. let him cook

jensonbutton Brianna wants to meet the new grandbaby asap 😉

↳ paola_sainz i'm coming over this weekend then 🫡

↳ jensonbutton But... I'm not there this weekend

↳ paola_sainz i thought Brianna wanted to meet her?

↳ jensonbutton 😑

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screamingmeals Not exactly what we planned on posting, but unfortunately our last episode had to be taken down. Due to some legal concerns we decided to temporarily remove our talks with paola_sainz from all of our socials. Don't worry, the edited version of the podcast will be back out on Monday!

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paola_sainz it was great talking to you guys! let's do this again sometime, preferably without any issues this time 😉

↳ screamingmeals We're down, just name the time and place 🫡

lewibear edited version?? what does that mean

briannaf1 oh no, what the fuck i haven't had the time to watch the original yet

↳ lightning_enjyr girl dw, there's a bunch of it on twitter, i think it's all the parts that are gonna get cut anyway, some people predicted sth like this would happen

predestined55 good, at least you won't be spreading lies about carlos

maxfewtrell well, it was good while it lasted, loved the original version boys

↳ 4ND1 sorry, max???

↳ oui_lyanne ariana, what are you doing here????!

↳ prplsector even max f knows that the sainz family is shady 💀

↳ fastkiwi wasn't he pretty good friends with Paola too?

↳ 4ry4xx yeah, i thought the same thing, from renault cup 2018 right?

isawthesainz finally carlos is putting his foot down ❤️

redleclerc aww that pic is so cutee, like a family portrait

↳ hammertime_1 marcus the dad, paola the mom, clem the oldest kid and james the baby

elmatadorf1 someone needs to put a muzzle on this bitch 🐍

↳ charlosskiss sure looks like someone finally did

hamilteaa we so need more appearances form paola on the pod

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paola_sainz and on Spanish Grand Prix weekend we wear green 💚 thanks for having me guys, feels good to be back on home soil

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astonmartinf1 you need to visit more, it's always a pleasure to have you! 💚

↳ paola_sainz invite me next time then 😉

↳ astonmartinf1 maybe we will 🤭

↳ prplsector no way admin's shooting their shot in the comments

thea_dorax oh my god you looked so good in the green outfit 😳

4ND1 hope the green brought you luck this week 🍀

redmilton_ it was so weird not seeing you with ferrari this weekend, but green is definitely your colour

fernandoalo_oficial Always good to have your family with you on race weekends 💚

↳ paola_sainz don't get sentimental on me nando or I'll cry 💚

↳ F4ST_C4R i'm already crying, he called her his family 😭

lance_stroll It was good to see you again!

↳ paola_sainz you too Lancey

elmatadorf1 at least I didn't have to look at you in Ferrari's garage 🐍

jensonbutton you should come to Sky Sports next, we could always use additional wheel knowledge 😉

↳ paola_sainz I don't know about that, seems like a lot of work while I could just watch the beautiful cars fly by

↳ shithappens oh please do it, then we can finally get rid of Danica and her bullshit

oscarpiastri Does the guy know he's in Spain? I heard it's pretty hot there

↳ paola_sainz the boyfriend is very much accustomed to the heat, thank you for asking ☺️

↳ logansargeant 👀

↳ hamilteaa logan hunter sargeant what do you know

screwderriaf1 let's go back to red now 😭 you're our lucky charm

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madi's radio: I'm genuinely sorry to all the carlos fans, someone's gotta be the bad guy ;)

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darkficsyouneveraskedfor · 4 years ago

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Looking for a Place to Happen

Warnings: non-consent sex and rape (series), age gap, general stupidity.

This is dark!biker!Sam Wilson x reader and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Series Synopsis: There’s lots happening in Birch and you find it all too amusing.

Sister series to Smalltown Bringdown, When the Weight Comes Down, Little Bones, and Fully Completely

Note: We’re starting Sam’s installment but this weekend I’ll probably only be catching up on my headcanons and drabbles because I’ve been a lazy bitch and I’m sorry to those who have been waiting.

Thanks to everyone for their patience and feedback. :)

I really hope you enjoy. 💋

<3 Let me know what you think with a like or reblog or reply or an ask! Love ya!

Chapter 1: I've got a job, I explore

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The sleepy town of Birch was awake.

In those last weeks, the arrival of outsiders had roused the attention of many once passive residents of the timeless territory. Those brick buildings unchanged by the tick of the clock inlaid into the old tower above the library that chimed every hour on the hour. They still stood with only chips in the mortar but the air tasted different. The frost was more bitter and the sky more grim. An omen of something no one could predict.

It was the perfect setting for a screenplay. The isolated town with its unsavoury secrets and the visitors who threatened to bring them to the surface. It was inspiring to you, to imagine what was hidden behind the stern wrinkled faces of the town elders and under the jackets of those men who wore the cut of the local club. The bikers ruled the town covertly but everyone knew that Bucky Barnes’ palm was lined with the map of Birch.

As a bystander, an unnoticed observer, just another ant in the hill, you watched from the side and amused yourself with the drama of others. It was like a soap opera or another HBO hype machine. Those things you aspired to when you could be free of this ho-hum town.

The snows added to the natural gloom of the place. The deep heaps smothered the noise and harkened back to those days of colonial settlement. Forgotten, desolate, fearful.

You ventured down in your heavy boots that stretched to your knees and pushed your chin down into your scarf. As a child, you ran and jumped in those piles, now you were out of breath just trying to walk past them.

You stopped in the bakery that doubled as the only café, a place where the owner, Babs, tried to to intimidate the last caffeinated trends. She was always a few seasons behind but you didn’t mind so much.

You ordered the salted caramel mocha and waited patiently as the quiet woman fought with the steaming machines. She was older than you but you’d work with her for one summer during high school, only five years ago. She had the eyes of a child still, but there was something worn in her. As if she’d been exposed to far too much in her three or so decades in that place. She was a harbinger of what you didn’t want to become.

You thanked her for your drink and set out once more into the billowing winds. Birch winters were never kind but this one was crueler than most. Your teeth chattered as you blew the steam away from the lid and hugged it with your mittened hands.

You stopped short as you heard the familiar ding of the diner door across the street. You recognised the mechanic who kept to herself and once growled at you in the grocery store. She stormed across the street, followed closely and quickly by a black-haired man you’d only seen once before. He was one of those outsiders who came to deal with the club men.

You sped up as you sensed chaos brewing and pulled out your phone as you balanced your paper cup in your other hand. You flicked your camera on just as you got to the front of the shop and the man grabbed the mechanic. You let out an ‘oop’ as she turned on him and you aimed the lens at the couple as they fell into the snow, the man’s shoes giving little traction to his steps.

You moved closer, stunned by the scene, and kept your cell phone rolling as you found a better angle around the snowy walks. As she choked him on the ground he elbowed her and she coughed as she rolled away. She snarled as he clamoured to his feet, slipping and sliding as he marched away.

You killed the recording and watched the man cross the street again, nearly wiping out as he did and when you looked back to the mechanic, she was gone behind the clattering door. You chuckled to yourself and tucked away your cell. It was prime footage for TikTok; with a bit of editing, it would be comedy gold.

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You stomped up the steps of your grandmother’s house, this time through the front door as you heard her chair rocking in the front room. You usually took the stairs in the back as you paid her to live on the upper floor of the duplex. You checked in with her daily, she didn’t get out much more than the occasional trip to the grocery store when you couldn’t or you dragged her out to join you for a tea at Babs’.

“You’re late,” she grumbled as you set your cup down and unzipped your coat.

“For what?” you scoffed.

“It’s after noon and you don’t even come down to say hello? A ‘good morning, nan’,” she harrumphed.

You chuckled and hung your coat before shoving your boots over on the mat. You grabbed your mocha and leaned on the doorway as you watched her crocheting in her chair, reruns of some court show playing from the boxy television.

“I was working,” you said, “sent in some stuff for review. Hopefully not much work to be done.”

“I don’t know how you make money on that interweb,” she bemoaned, “I don’t trust it.”

“Maybe you’d trust it more if you used the Netflix subscription I got you,” you crossed your arms, “then you wouldn’t have to watch trash daytime TV.”

She shrugged and muttered under her breath. She could be crotchety but you liked her sense of humour. Your aunts and uncles never came around because they just took it as spite. You were the only one who knew how to handle the jaded old lady.

“Maybe you coulda looked out the window,” you snickered, “quite a show going on in town.”

“Hmm, what’s that?” she stilled her needles and reached for her tea stained cup.

“Just a fight. You wouldn’t believe it, that lady mechanic beat the shit--”

“Language,” she huffed.

“Anyway, she had this guy in a chokehold. It was awesome.”

“What guy?” she squinted at you over her glasses.

“I dunno. Some out of towner. Remember I told you about that burly dude hanging around the library?”

“There’s more?” she sucked on her teeth, “those bikers have never been good news and now they’re bringing in more.”

“Yeah, well, what’re you gonna do?” you sniffed as you took out your phone and rewatched the scuffle with the volume down. You shook your head and opened up your TikTok.

“I don’t understand why you’re always on your dang phone,” your grandmother pestered.

“I’m not always on my phone,” you smiled at her smugly, “there are those time when I’m listening to you prattle on or you know, making you tea, oh, and cooking you dinner. What was it I did last week? Oh that’s right, I got Pippin out of the crawlspace.”

“I’m too old to be chasin’ that cat all around,” she huffed, “where is he anyway?”

“He’s your cat, I don’t know? Last time I saw him, I sent him back out the window for shredding my charger.”

“He knows you need to give it a rest,” she laughed to herself, “got your nose to that screen too much.”

“And what do you do, old lady? Crocheting doilies to put where exactly?”

She gave you that dry smile, the one that said watch it but carried a hint of humour still. You hit post and put your phone away as you waved off her irritation.

“Well, you know what, I sit all day at my computer, doing who knows what and you know what it got me?” you taunted, “a large mocha!” you sipped as you sat on the sofa and grabbed the remote, “and it’s paying my rent and putting bullet points on my resume.”

“Mhmm,” she scowled, “just remember, real life ain’t online. Those videos you’re always laughing at like hyena, that’s not reality. You forget it and it’ll come back and bit you. ‘Specially with those bikers.”

“Oh, nan, you know too well, don’t you? Didn’t you have a fling with one back in your hippie phase?”

“Two, actually,” she raised her brows, “I was young and stupid. Not like you, but still.”

“I love you too,” you chirped and sipped from your cup, flicking the station to Jerry Springer, “that’s more like it.”

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Your usual TikToks were sarcastic and dull complaints about your small town life. The response was less than pleasing but it gave you an outlet to vent. You liked to goof around and document the very specific type of weirdos that resided in Birch. But the video of the fight in the snow blew up your phone and made it difficult to ignore the buzzing as you went back up to your room to eke out the last of your captions for the ad agency.

When at last you could call your day hard-earned, you logged off and sent in your hours to the agency. Social media promotion was easy enough but the working gigs for a thousand different companies was tedious. You hoped you could build your portfolio enough to manage a single corporate page as you continued to chip away at your creative outlets.

You picked up your phone as you waited for Netflix to load on your tiny smart tv and flopped onto your bed, not two feet from your desk. You hit the icon in the upper panel of your phone and scrolled through the notifications, pausing to turn on another episode of the cable sitcom from ten years before. You snorted as you read each comment but the number under the video made your eyes round. The thing was bound to go viral.

As usual, you went down to help with supper. Pippin, the orange tabby, returned to cry at his dish and you fed him too. Your nan peered through her glasses at a crossword as she tasted the tangy pasta sauce.

“More basil,” she snipped.

“Well, I asked if you wanted to help,” you muttered, “I think it’s good.”

“Hmmp, I need milk,” she jutted her chin out, “for my after-dinner tea.”

“You couldn’t say something like three hours ago?” you blinked.

“I could have but I didn’t,” she snickered. You rolled your eyes and she took another forkful of penne and filled in another line on her puzzle, “ah, no hurry, girlie, you know I’m patient.”

“Patient? You?” you chuckled as you took your plate and shoved it in the microwave to keep it warm. The ancient thing had a dial and the door stuck, “I’ll just go get it over with.”

“Don’t forget your mitts,” she called after you as you tramped into the front room, “it’s cold.”

You pulled on your knitted cap and matching mitts. You zipped up your parka and shoved your feet into the deep boots. You grabbed your wallet and buried it in the spacious pocket. You bounced out the front door and down the steps as the sky sent down another coat of powder for the night.

You went up White Forge Street and through the short path behind the diner that led to the main road. You glanced over at The Asp, the beacon of the dull town, and turned towards the grocer. Like anywhere in Birch, the store was outdated and stuffy. It felt like stepping into another time with the paper bags and chunky tills.

You went down the center aisle and stopped at the fridge to search through the frosted glass. Your nan only drank whole milk and the last time you carelessly grabbed skim, she whined that even Pippin wouldn’t drink it. She was particular but that was just her nature. You couldn’t say you were any less fussy in some instances.

You grabbed a jug and the door slapped closed against the worn rubber seal. You headed up the candy aisle and brushed your woolly thumb over your chin as you considered gummy bears or Reeses’ Pieces.

“Hard choice?” The deep voice jolted you.

You snatched the box of chocolate and looked over at the man in leather, his chin tucked down behind the collar as snow dusted his shoulders.

“Sure,” you said as you brushed past him.

The cut of the leather told you he was better not entertained. While you thought the men amusing, you weren’t stupid enough to engage with them. You rarely listened to your grandmother but she was wise in her own way.

You knew a girl in highschool, she was fucking around with one of the club men in her junior year, she ended up with a baby and no support. You didn’t think he was into you that way but he could hardly have innocent intentions.

“How’s the old lady?” Clayton asked as he rung in your order at the end of the belt, you moved along with the groceries and pulled out your wallet.

“The usual, you know? She’s tryna quit again. Don’t know how long it’ll last.”

“Oh yeah? I’ll keep a carton aside for her,” he kidded as you felt your phone vibing in your back pocket.

“Don’t encourage her,” you swiped your card and punched in your pin, “although I don’t know what’s worse; the smoke or her sucking on those mints all the time.”

“Oh, it’s not the bitchin’?” he laughed.

“That, too,” you scooped up the paper bag and put your wallet away, “have a good one.”

As you came to the end of the first counter, you were nearly cut off by the club member as he swept around from till two. His own purchase of a car magazine and jerky was tucked under his arm.

“Ah, sorry,” he smiled, a sparkling smile, almost charming.

“No worries,” you continued on and he followed close behind.

“Those mitts look real warm. ‘Specially in this weather,” he said as you pushed open the door.

“Uh huh,” you kept on as your boots crunched out into the snow.

“You know where I can get a pair. Leather isn’t exactly thermal, you know?”

“These? My nan made ‘em. I’m sure Clayton got some hung up back there,” you looked across the street as you stepped up onto the ledge of snow between the sidewalk and the road.

“Am I bothering you?” he asked.

You looked at him dumbly and almost laughed in his face. You glanced back across the street then down towards The Asp.

“Sorta,” you answered.

“Make you a deal. Leave ya alone for your name.”

You eyed him. He was older than you like many of the Commandos. At least a decade, likely more than that. You chewed on your hesitation and cradled the bag more firmly against your side. His eyes strayed as he tried to see through the thick layer of your coat.

“Nah, I’m not s’posed to talk to strangers,” you said and hopped off onto the road.

You heard him behind you as he struggled to follow and as you came up to the other side, he came parallel with you and kept stride with you easily.

“I know you’re young but you’re not a kid,” he intoned, “what’s the harm in a name?”

“It’s a small town,” you stopped short of the end of White Forge, “I think I know enough about you to avoid you.”

“Oh ho, is that it? Well, I’m Sam, I’m not a stranger now, am I?”

“Not interested, Sam. Sure there’s women your own age over at the bar,” you nodded behind him.

“You wanna come see? Maybe have a drink?” he gave a crooked grin.

“You don’t give up, do you?” you shook your head, put off by his forwardness.

“Well?”

“Not tonight, Sam,” you turned around and headed down White Forge.

“Then what night?” he asked but you didn’t answer and he didn’t follow.

You turned down onto your street and refused to look back in case. It would be best not to mention the run-in to your nan, she was paranoid enough as it was. Besides, you’d forget about it by the end of next week.

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watercolorfreckles · 4 years ago

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The Villain and His Therapist - Part 4

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

"You know, that shade of pink looks lovely on you," Villain purred, descending the stairs to lean against the kitchen counter.

Juliet paused where she was scrambling eggs in a skillet and glanced down at her attire of soft blue pajama pants and oversized grey sweater. "I'm not wearing any pink," she said slowly, lifting her gaze to look at the Villain.

He'd just come down from a shower, dark locks of hair curling over his forehead. He smelled of her green apple shampoo. It made her insides swoop all funny.

Villain's lips tugged into an easy grin as he took one step closer, two. He paused directly in front of her to lift a hand, brushing his knuckles feather-light against her burning cheek.

"I was referring to your blush. It suits you quite beautifully." His voice was liquid gold. Her skin tingled beneath his touch.

Remembering herself, Juliet swatted his hand away and covered her cheeks with her palms. "I'm not blushing."

He didn't try to hide the amusement on his face.

"Mm, whatever were you thinking about, Doctor Meadows?" Villain took Juliet's hands to gently pry them away from her face, using the hold on her wrists to pull her closer.

Juliet sucked in a soft breath, looking up at him. The sun streaming through the window caught the highlights of his handsome face and illuminated his dark irises, turning them to molten amber.

"I...was...thinking about how gentle you can be. When you calmed me down that night, you were patient and sensitive; you displayed a lot of empathy and care. I'm really proud of you. You've come a long way."

Villain's grin grew a little softer as he tilted his head to the side, studying her face. The way he looked at her used to make her feel like prey being stalked by a lion. Now...it made her feel like she was the only thing in his universe.

Her stomach fluttered.

Juliet swallowed, continuing. "I imagine it isn't easy for you to be so vulnerable. I'm glad that you feel safe enough with me to be soft."

Villain brushed her fringe away from her face, tapping the side of her head. "That psychologist brain of yours never turns off, does it?"

She smiled sheepishly, gaze dipping down to the floor.

Villain's finger hooked under her chin, lifting it gently. "I never said I didn't like it. You are my therapist, after all."

Villain leaned in closer, eliciting the slightest hitch in her breath. He smiled, relishing her response.

His breath ghosted over her lips, leaving them tingling in anticipation.

"Yours?" she asked softly. Her mouth had gone dry.

"Would you like to be?"

Juliet's thoughts were rarely clear on her face. She was difficult to read under the years of training keeping her steady and prepared. Villain wanted to unpick that artificial calm from her; to map her every reaction. He wanted to watch her sigh and blush and smile...

"The eggs are going to burn," Juliet whispered, watching him.

Without taking his eyes off of her, Villain reached over her shoulder, turning off the stove. In one fluid movement, he turned with her, pressing her back against the counter.

If her cheeks were warm before, they were blazing now. Villain smiled again, this time something so fond it dazzled her senses. The world narrowed to just the two of them, flush together.

Juliet's hands fell against Villain's chest, lightly resting against the soft cotton of his shirt.

She breathed in his scent.

"Villain?"

"Mm?" he murmured, the hum of his voice vibrating against her palms.

"When your brother- What he said about how you feel...about me... Is it true?" She held his gaze, holding her breath.

"My sweet Juliet Meadows." His voice alone was enough to melt her. He took one of her hands with deliberate gentleness and placed a kiss against her fingers. "If only I were brave enough to say it out loud."

"You can say it in other ways," Juliet breathed.

His eyes gleamed.

"Oh I intend to," Villain said softly.

Villain's gaze flicked down to Juliet's lips. He kept one hand on her waist, slotting the other into her hair. He leaned in until their lips brushed. Pausing, he seemed to catch himself, probably remembering Juliet's comments in therapy about the importance of healthy communication.

He smiled again, sharp and beautiful. His warm breath grazed her skin while his thumb traced lazy circles against her jaw. "May I?" he whispered, his lips hovering just barely above hers.

Juliet opened her mouth to answer, and-

The door burst open.

Juliet jolted in surprise, panic shooting through her as she gripped Villain's arms before she caught sight of who was really at the door.

The figure was fitted in a deep red super-suit, a black mask concealing his identity.

She relaxed, releasing a breath through gritted teeth. "Hero?"

"Doctor Meadows," Hero said, relief flooding his expression. "I heard what happened to you on the news and with Supervillain's escape, I knew you were in danger so I-"

His eyes narrowed as he seemed to notice Villain for the first time. "You get away from her," he hissed marching closer, crimson beams of tech-powered energy sparking to life in his palms. "Let her go and get out."

Villain hardened at the sight of him in turn, straightening and pulling out an advanced weapon. "Now that's insulting, at least I was invited inside." His voice was smooth and dangerous. Chilling.

A far cry from the man who had held her close and smiled fondly only moments ago.

Juliet stepped between them, holding up a hand in each direction. "Stop."

"You invited him in? Doctor Meadows, he's Supervillain's brother! He's probably here to finish the job for him!"

"Oh that's rich," Villain interjected. "For all your self-righteous monologues begging me to change, to be better, when I actually try, you can't accept it."

"I'm not willing to bet Doctor Meadow's life on your 'moral awakening,'" Hero spat.

"Hero," Juliet said in the no-nonsense voice her job often required her to use. "Take a deep breath. Villain would never hurt me, you don't need to worry about that."

"He-"

"-is in rehabilitation," Juliet finished for him. "He is my patient, just as you are. He has made tremendous progress, you are in no position to discredit his reformation. I promise you that I am safe with him."

Hero stared, studying the pair. Villain's jaw was clenched, glaring hard at the hero. Juliet touched his shoulder and some of the tension immediately dissolved from him.

Hero extinguished the energy beams in his palms, shifting into a less guarded stance. He regarded them for a second longer.

"Alright."

"Alright?"

"You want to prove you have good intentions? Help me find Supervillain and bring him in, for good this time," Hero said. "I can't do it alone."

Villain turned to look at Juliet. She stepped closer, taking his hand as she spoke.

"No. I don't want you to put yourself in a position where your recovery might be compromised again. You're too close to the situation to act rationally, and it would be too much of a trigger for you."

Villain's gaze softened as it landed on her, any hostility in his demeanor vanishing like it had never been there. He brushed her hair back with gentle fingers, leaning in. His thumb dipped down to graze her lips.

Villain kissed her cheek, her chin, the corner of her mouth. He straightened, eyes intent, looking like he wanted to kiss her properly--but not until they were alone.

When time would suspend like frost in the air and the moment would belong solely to the two of them, in the quiet and safety of each other.

Juliet's skin felt cold at the loss of his touch. Dread swirled in the pit of her stomach.

Villain turned to Hero, observing him for a moment before extending a hand to shake. "Deal."

Sorry I haven't posted in so loooong. I kept putting off writing this bc I was worried id mess it up lol. This is officially the longest series I've posted so far (the rest of my snippets have 3 parts or less) so wooo! Let me know if you want to see more :)

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bibbawrites · 4 years ago

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Don’t Touch - Charlie Gillespie x Reader (18+)

Request: Hi!! Can you please do one about Charlie doing ‘no nut November’ and you not knowing... maybe him and Owen made a secret bet about it??

Word Count: 1274 words

Summary: you find out that your boyfriend Charlie is trying to complete no nut November, and you decide to try and mess with him

Warnings: sexual content, teasing, implied sex, swearing

A/N: not my greatest work but also not my worst, this was the most voted for in my poll, getting 52% of the votes hopefully you guys enjoy this ! sorry for any typos, i didn’t properly edit it lol i was feeling lazy also really sorry if the formatting is fucked up, idk what’s going on but random spaces kept appearing while i was writing it, i think i got rid of them all but i cant be certain lol and please do not post it anywhere else, thank you!

Tag List: @happinessinthedarkesttimes @littlemissaddict @vicesvsvirtuesfanfic @headheartbellarke @lovesanimals @bartok-the-magnificent @juliefromaustralia @multi-universe21 @rangerelik @kaitieskidmore1 @katrina765

Sav sent a message to Girls Only! Sav y/n !!! Sav boy do i have some news for you Sav some very... interesting news Y/N ooh i love news Madi ooh tea time???

Tori i’m here what’s happening Sav just overheard your dumbass boyfriend and his equally stupid best friend discussing a bet Y/N oh really? do tell Sav did you know he’s doing no nut november Jadah ew Madi ewwwwwwwwww no did not need to know that

Tori and i’m leaving Y/N i did not Y/N although that explains why he didn’t wanna have sex last night Madi oop Jadah stop this is tmi Carolynn oh god what have i walked in on? Madi can you have this conversation somewhere else please i do not want to think about charlie like this Sav then just don’t Sav too lazy to move chats Jadah just don’t say too much then Y/N wonder why he didn’t tell me Sav who knows Sav figured you didn’t know when you hadn’t mentioned it to me Carolynn sav you are far too involved in y/n and charlie’s sex life Sav that’s how you know it’s a true friendship Madi so how are we gonna get back at them Madi we are getting back at them, right? Y/N charlie at least Y/N unless one of y’all is prepared to fuck with owen Madi i’m a child Carolynn i’m married Jadah also a child

Tori no thank you Sav no. Y/N i said fuck with, not fuck lol, y’all could just prank him or something

Y/N anyways i have a plan

Y/N but it’s not for little ears

Y/N care, tori do you wanna know or?

Tori no thanks lol

Carolynn i’m okay, good luck though x

Y/N ty x

Y/N sav, to our private chat

Sav sent a message to Y/N

Sav spill

Y/N okay so

Y/N i’m gonna make him regret it

Sav as you should

Y/N i’m thinking get sexy, pull out the good wine and seduce the shit outta him

Sav want me to distract owen?

Y/N that would be really appreciated

Sav done, dinner and a movie give you enough time?

Y/N that’s perfect thank you

Y/N i owe you

Sav don’t mention it

Sav besides, gonna make owen pay for everything as his punishment for getting involved

Sav so i’m the real winner

Y/N i love that for you

Y/N okay i’m gonna go get sexy

Sav good luck! i expect a full report tomorrow

Y/N of course

Y/N love you x Sav love you too x

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Two hours later it was finally time to begin your plan. You had put on some natural, yet sexy makeup, Charlie’s favourite set of lingerie and one of his cut off shirts to cover it, although cover was probably not the right word to describe how much of the lingerie the shirt showed. “Hey baby.” Charlie called, entering your shared bedroom and flopping down onto the bed. “You look nice, what’s the occasion?” “No occasion, just wanted to surprise you.” You replied, straddling his hips. You lent down to kiss him, but he turned his head so that you kissed his cheek. “I’d love to baby but I’m so tired.” Charlie rubbed your hip slightly. “Maybe later.” “Oh okay.” You replied, not deterred. You knew this wasn’t going to be easy. “Actually I might take a nap if that’s okay.” He decided. “Of course babe.” You lent down to kiss him, before climbing off him, moving in a way so that he would get a full view of your body under his shirt. Charlie bit his lip, and you grinned to yourself slightly as you left the room. This was gonna be good.

Just over an hour later Charlie entered the living room, where you had been sitting, waiting for him to wake up.

“Feeling better?” You questioned, looking up at him. He nodded. “Much. Where’s Owen?” “With Sav. They went to the movies or something like that.” You replied, pretending that you were unsure of your best friend’s plans. “Oh okay.” Charlie sat down on the couch and you quickly moved to straddle his lap, snuggling into him, your face pressed into his neck. He wrapped his arms around you, freezing when his hand brushed against your hip. “Y/N.” He asked slowly. You hummed in response, your lips grazing his neck slightly. “Why aren’t you wearing underwear?” His voice wobbled and you bit back a smile. “Didn’t feel like it.” You replied nonchalantly.

“You didn’t...” He swallowed. “You didn’t feel like it?”

You shook your head, grinning to yourself when you felt him harden underneath you.

You sat up, causing friction between your crotches and pretended to look concerned when Charlie flinched slightly.

“You okay baby? You look a bit flustered.” You asked, secretly proud of how worried you sounded. Charlie nodded slightly.

“I’m fine.” He mumbled. “Still tired I guess.”

“Want me to make you a coffee?” You asked, pressing your lips to his neck softly.

“Actually I might go buy us dinner. Indian okay?” He questioned, practically pushing you off his lap. You giggled slightly, watching him pull his shoes on in record time.

“Sounds delicious.” You said, licking your lips. Charlie’s eyes widened, and with a quick nod he rushed out the front door, leaving you to giggle over how well this was going.

By the time Charlie arrived home you had thought of a whole new plan. Charlie had entered the room, food in hand and brought it into the living room, not even pausing to take his shoes off. He sat down on the couch with a sigh. Time to put the plan into action.

“Here, let me help you.” You dropped to your knees in front of him, looking up at him through your lashes to see his reaction. You untied his shoes quickly, putting them to the side before grabbing onto his thigh to help yourself up, making sure to squeeze just enough.

“Why are you doing this?” Charlie asked, and you frowned, pretending that you didn’t know what he was referring to.

“Doing what baby?” You questioned, your voice soft. Charlie shook his head.

“Being so sexual all of the sudden. It’s like you’re-” He stopped, eyes widening in realisation. “You know, don’t you?”

“Know what?” You feigned confusion.

“About the bet, with Owen. To see who can do no nut November longer. That’s why you’re acting like this, you’re trying to get me to break.” He said, and you smiled sweetly.

“Hmm yeah maybe a little birdy told me.” You sung, and Charlie groaned.

“Owen?” He guessed. You shook your head.

“Nope.”

“Savannah.” He stated, and you nodded. A disgusted look came over his face.

“Ew, is Savannah trying to get Owen to lose the bet?” He asked and your eyes widened.

“Oh god no, gross, I’d never make her do that.” You exclaimed. “Your punishment was being teased, Owen’s was paying for Sav’s dinner and a movie.”

Charlie looked relieved.

“So if you know, and Sav knows, I assume she’s gonna confront Owen at some point?” He paused and you nodded. “So the bet is off then?”

“You lasted four days, I think that’s good enough.” You agreed. He stood up, grabbing you and lifting you so that you wrapped your legs around his waist.

“Perfect.” He whispered, crashing his lips into yours. You pulled away and he whined.

“What about our food?” You questioned, looking down at the white plastic bag on the coffee table.

“We’ll microwave it.” Charlie said, before carrying you to the bedroom so that he could officially lose the bet.

Y/N sent a message to Sav

Y/N mission successful ;)

#charlie gillespie #charlie gillespie x reader #sorta smut #charlie #reader insert

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mushibashiraas · 2 years ago

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🛒 I JUSR REALIZED HOW AWFUL AND ROBOTIC I SOUNDFJDJDJ LIKE. i come back after posting the ruggie fic and redoing my theme only to drop a to do list and dip againdjsjdjs ah. uh.

so life update ig? eh. i can talk more about my chronic migraines too since the life update is mainly about themfjdjdj oops. BUCKLE TF UP BC THIS'LL BE LONG (still dont know how to add the "more under the cut" thing on mobile tumblr. too lazy to get out my laptop)

this whole week has been insane! context: my migraines are triggered by bright light, loud sounds, motion-sickness-games (i.e. genshin, Identity V, etc.), weather pressure changes, rainy days/nights, storms, and dramatic temperature fluctuations..... but mainly the last four.

anyway. this week had the first and the second triggers. (and towards the end of this week is supposed to have the last trigger. yay!) one of the things that happens (IF i push myself to power through and "stay conscious" — more on that in a bit) is that i faint. like. not "faint for a couple minutes." nahhhh! i go out for like 10-40 minutes; normally the max is 20. but occasionally, a 40 minute episode'll occur and those are the scary ones.

on tuesday, i had a doctor appointment with my cardiologist pertaining to said migraines and fainting. while waiting to check in, i passed out and fell (i was standing at the time). and the staff and nurses were worried i hit my head so they called for an ambulance to drive me across the street to the hospital ER. i was there all afternoon and almost all night. i finally went home at 11pm. i'll spare yall of the more personal details (what tests were done, the overall experience, etc). all i'll say is that there's a reason why i hate hospitals and needles.

but the visit was long and tedious and terrifying and painful. i cried several times, as well as fainted a few more times between when i came to just as the paramedics arrived and a little after the technicians performed EKGs, etc. [like they usually do whenever someone is first admitted to the ER]. those fainting episodes were only a few minutes tho. not long at all. don't worry!

*sighs* anyway. that visit defined my entire week tho bc i ended up missing a day of work on thursday and a korean language class on wednesday. still felt the usual symptoms (most likely the aftermath) like dizziness, nausea, a heavy, sluggish feeling, soreness/headaches, loss of eyesight, etc.

hope this explanation helps??? i'll get back to writing and gaming soon. aaaaa i have a guaranteed yelan to get ready for anyway. heehee

EDIT: i forgot to add that yall shouldnt worry too much! sorry if i scared yall! these migraines and fainting episodes aren't manageable yet. even tho i can go to work sometimes, i cant drive, take horseback riding lessons (i used to take them), and go to/continue college,,,, i've had them since 2013?? 2014?? and am on medication for them as well as going to a neurologist and cardiologist who are both monitoring my condition and trying to help me and get them manageable so i can do all the aforementioned things i said i can't do.

also, it's not as uncommon as i seem to make it to be. several celebrities (look up Ben Affleck migraines) have chronic migraines, as well as several families/people/co-workers also have or have dealt with chronic migraines and passing out due to them. my own mom and older brother — altho they aren't biologically related to me — also have bad/chronic migraines. my family actually make jokes about my migraines and say i'm a walking barometer lol if anyone lives in the northeastern U.S. text me and check if a storm is coming. lol i can most likely tell you; if i migraine than yes. if i don't than no. lol /j but all jokes aside,,, again. don't worry too much for me. ok? i'm still functioning even if it's at low-HP/hu tao levels (a little genshin/gamer joke/comparison for yall). i'm still shino/em, someone who is so in love with jamil and xiao and rindou that they'll devote all their time and resources to taking care of them. heehee! ❤️❤️

#shino & 🚑.#REMEMBER TO TAKE CARE OF YOURSELVES PLS!#🥺

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susie-dreemurr · 3 years ago

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For the Send a fandom thing

Undertale/Deltarune even though i know next to nothing about it, I know you enjooy it from your posts about it on my dash

Aw thx :]

The first character I first fell in love with:

UT: I don’t remember I played (watched?) undertale like around 2017. I was basic asf my favorite character was Sans because funnyman secretly badass also angry revenge man. Nowadays he’s just okay though, like he’s cool but not favorite type of cool.

DR: SUSIE DEFINITELY SUSIE. The second she opened that door and everything went silent I knew she was the one. I absolutely loved her introduction scene, my love for her just kept growing every time to the point that every like 10 minutes she wasn’t in the scene I was like “where is Susie.” She carried tbh DR would be NOTHING w/o her

The character I never expected to love as much as I do now:

UT: Probably Alphys. I wasn’t really caring about her that in my first Undertale phase but now she’s just OUGHHHHH she’s my pathetic little meow meow, she has horrible self esteem, she’s a lesbian nerd who wants to impress her crush, she’s lonely, she struggles with suicidal thoughts and living a lie because it’s better than the unhappy truth and feeling like all she is is a failure and it all leads back to the True Lab (the arc that won me over to her in my replay) you think she was being inhumane but it’s revealed she wasn’t she just wanted to help and she was so happy when she thought she saved the Amalgamates lives but she made a mistake and she let it consume her. But she heals, in the True Route. She heals because she knows she’ll have the support of her friends even when she fucks up and she takes accountability for what she’s done to us and the Amalgamates and sends them home. She’s a mirror of one’s worst flaws and the mirror is telling you you’re deserving of love and you can change.

DR: Probably Ralsei. He’s never had friends before and spent most of his life waiting for the two heroes, sheltered enough to be a complete doormat (at first, at last) making up an idealized version of Kris and Susie of completely pure heroes who will seal the fountains and the three of them would spare everyone. And then his naive view of the world is shattered, with Susie making the first cracks and King Spade giving the final blow. But he remains kind, his talk with Susie shows he’s learned (well, so still learning) the nuance of things. He then tries to find his own identity aside of lightner servant and is flourishing into his own person. And he’s mysterious and he knows more than he lets on he probably knows about Kris being possessed but he isn’t I’ll intentioned. (I was gonna change it to Noelle halfway through but got lazy oops)

The character everyone else loves that I don’t:

DR: Jevil. He’s okay but not that…you know? Spamton greatly outpaces him in the “interesting well written secret boss” way. I also don’t care for Roulx or the Addisons but these are easy answers.

UT: uhhh out of the main cast it’d be Asgore. I usually like tragic father figures who are kinda morally grey but he’s too much of a pathetic divorce man even for me.

The character I love that everyone else hates:

•DR: he utdr fandom usually doesn’t dislike characters as in majority opinion, and when they do I’m usually not too fond either. Genuinely can’t think of anyone. ((Edit: I guess wider fandom wise is Kris but I didn’t realize when writing this because I stay in my tumblr bubble))

UT: gain, the utdr fandom doesn’t usually do the disliking characters things, I mean, not where I go anymore lol. Chara fits I guess, but as far as I can tell, the overall fandom view of them has changed.

(UT still) But they’re so tragic, they were just a kid who was treated so badly in the world above they climbed a mountain no one returned from because of a “not very happy reason.” And then they meet the royal family Dreemurr and are adopted by them and suddenly they’re in a safe loving home, monsters treat them well unlike humans who only ever hurt. and they have to deal with the pressure of being “the future fo humans and monsters” and they were still dealing with their trauma and they coped by laughing off the pain and they were too stubborn and willing “to erase [themselves] from existence” and in their attempt to sacrifice themselves for their family’s happiness they tear it apart. And they wake up they’re so confused because they should be dead as their plan failed, and then they turn to you for guidance and you can turn them for the better and help them SAVE, leave them still uncertain of their purpose or completely corrupt them to the point they’re willing to kill the ones they sought out to save.

The character I used to love but don’t any longer:

UT: Sans. It’s not that I don’t like him, but he’s just okay. He can have chill uncle vibes that I like and be pretty interesting in No Mercy, but his personality doesn’t draw me in all that much anymore. I might have burnt out from all the fixating on him in my first Undertale phase.

DR: I only got into Deltarune after chapter 2 released, so I haven’t been into the fandom too much to just stop loving a character just yet.

The character I would totally smooch:

UT: Sometimes you gotta stop going after the furry boss monsters and uh…just go after a really cute fish…? (It’s Undyne I’d totally smooch Undyne)

DR: Queen I love evil women (she’s actually my second pick but the first one was the easy answer)

The character I’d want to be like:

UT: Papyrus (he’s such a good and passionate person) or alphys (reasons listed above)

DR: Susie (Susie)

The character I’d slap:

DR: Spamton. He’s an amazing character but I am not forgetting the part he played on snowgrave. I know you’re a wrongen puppet man. Also he just gives me the energy to put him on a microwave and throw him in a wall (lovingly)

ALSO I FORGOT ABOUT HIM FOR A MOMENT NVM IF I HAD TO PICK ONE SPADE KING. Call the social services on his ass.

UT: Jerry because Jerry.

A pairing that I love:

Canon pairings for both Undertale and Deltarune. By that I don’t mean past canon like Asgore and Toriel I mean canon Currently like Alphyne and Suselle.

A pairing that I despise:

Asgore X Toriel bad. Susie X Lancer because they are siblings in soul so it feels wrong.

#deltarune #undertale #safeutdr #safe utdr #utdr #chara dreemurr #alphys undertale #ralsei #alphys #chara #mine #asks

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kaitwrites · 4 years ago

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Part 23: Explanations

Hello bbys! I very much forgot about posting this yesterday oops (It was Christmas I have an excuse lol) but anyway here it is! Once again a very big thank you to @garbagepale-kid for being the best and helping me edit and proof read and everything. I hope everyone is having a good holiday season!!

Masterlist

Word Count: 1,742

Warnings: Uh... none really. It did low key make me sad tho so I mean

You slowly made your way up to Sero’s room in a daze. Your fingers occasionally danced over your lips that were still tingling from your kiss with Katsuki, and your face was hot and red from what felt like a permanent blush. You had promised to meet him back in his room within thirty minutes before he came busting down Sero’s door to come and look for you, and you were pushing it with your slow pace.

After what seemed like an eternity, you stopped in front of Sero’s room. You heard soft music playing and hoped that his neighbors were either heavy sleepers or nonexistent. You brought your hand up and knocked three times. After a few minutes you turned on your heel, ready to head to Bakugo’s room when he didn’t answer, but just as you had begun to retreat his door creaked open.

His eyes were red and the smell of weed invaded your nostrils as smoke drifted from the room, he had a lazy smile plastered on his face once he realized who had been knocking. “Hey, I wasn’t expecting you. How was your talk with Bakugo?” He leaned against his doorframe, crossing his arms over his bare chest.

You shifted anxiously as your gaze fell to the floor, “can I come in?”

His smile dissipated and he made room in the doorway, shutting the door behind you as you made your way into the room, sitting on his bed. Though the two of you had been sharing the room, there was no sign of this, save for the pajamas that were still piled on the floor from the night before. You had been keeping most of your things in your suitcase, and for the most part he had done the same, but in his assumption that you weren’t coming back he hadn’t bothered to pick up after himself.

Sero turned the music down and tried to kick some clothes out of the way before he picked up a sweatshirt from the ground, pulling it over his head before taking a seat on the floor in front of you and crossing his legs.

“Everything okay? How did it go?” He placed a hand on your knee and looked up to you.

You smiled and looked down at him, placing one of your hands on top of his. “It went well.” You watched as his smile came back to his face, though this time there was something different about it. “It went… really well.”

“Well that’s good, right? You’re happy?” He asked, rubbing his thumb over the back of your hand.

Sero leaned back, taking in your expression. You had a smile on your lips that he hadn’t seen in a while, a sparkle in your eye that hadn’t been there since Bakugo had kicked you out of his room. Though you had only said a few words since he had opened his door for you, he could hear something different in your voice. He knew this was coming, he had just hoped for a little more time.

“Yeah,” your free hand made its way up to your lips and you felt the blush come back to your face once more. Your attention turned to his face and you saw nothing but sadness come over his features. Your smile fell and you sighed, not sure if you were ready for this conversation. “I wanted to come and talk to you, though, about what happened earlier.”

“Right.” He sat up straight, rolling his shoulders. “I’m sorry, I just… I really have no explanation for that.” You could tell he was trying to find the right words to say, he had always been a pretty easy person to read. He bit his lower lip and took a deep breath, looking to where your hands were connected, then back up to your eyes. “I love you, Y/N.”

“I love you too, Han.” You reassured him. He was nervous, it was written all over his face. His sad eyes betrayed his bright smile.

“No, like… I love you.” He watched you cautiously, waiting for the realization to come over your face. Once he saw the spark of recognition he continued before you could get a word in. “I’ve been in love with you for so long, I just never knew how to tell you, it never seemed like the right time.” He swallowed, his mouth suddenly very dry. “First there was Monoma, and I knew you were very hesitant to give any affection to anyone after him… But then Bakugo came along. I hadn’t seen your face light up like that since Monoma.”

“Han…” It was the only thing you were able to get out. You had had your suspicions that he harbored those kinds of feelings for you, but you'd buried them deep down. It wasn’t that you ignored them, it was more so that you just thought he was just being the same old Sero, one of your best friends, because he never acted on them.

He rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but into your eyes. “You had never looked at me like that, and that’s when I knew that there was never a chance for me. Not in this lifetime at least.” .

You sat there, dumbfounded. Memories from high school sprang to the front of your mind, the pining for the sweet, black haired, toothy-grinned boy came back. You had savored every smile in your direction, every slight brush of your hands, each second of eye contact you had shared. You’d admired him, stealing glances and falling more and more in love with his smile every day, but he had been in a relationship. Then Monoma came along and sucked you dry, made you feel worthless, and by the time that disaster was over you were too scared to let yourself feel that vulnerable to anyone else, Sero included.

“If you felt that way for so long, why didn’t you say anything?” Your voice was strained. “Sure, I wasn’t ready for a relationship after Neito, but maybe if you’d told me I wouldn’t have pushed my feelings for you so far down that they disappeared.”

His eyes shot to your face, An intense feeling of self-loathing washing over him at the words coming out of your mouth. You actually had feelings for him? There was a point in time where there was mutual pining? He’d noticed some lingering glances after he’d ended things with a girlfriend in high school, and the ways you always found a way to spend extra time with him,but in his mind that was just because you were worried about him. That relationship hadn’t ended the best, and he thought you were trying to be a good friend to him. Boy was he kicking himself in the ass for never acting on those bubbling feelings way back when.

“I feel like an idiot.” He admitted, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his palms. “You’re telling me there was a time where I could have swept you off your feet...” he trailed off, then let out a remorseful chuckle. “To think, if I had acted on that before Monoma came into the picture… you wouldn’t have been put through all of that pain.” He looked up to your glossy eyes.

Bringing back the things Monoma had said and done to you were still a very rough subject for you. Even after all of this time, even after finding solace in Katsuki, it was just irreparable damage. He moved himself from the floor to sit beside you, pulling your head onto his shoulder, rubbing your shoulder. “But now you have Bakugo, and I wouldn’t have done all of this for you if I hadn’t known he was a good guy, he just needed a little push in the right direction.”

“Han, why would you agree to do this if you felt so strongly about me?” You whispered, wiping at the tear that had escaped your eye. “If I had known I wouldn’t have agreed to this, to lead you on like this.”

“There was never a moment throughout all of this that I thought you were leading me on. Y/N I chose to do this. I did it for you. Seeing your beautiful smile and knowing that you’re happy is worth more to me than any reciprocated feelings. I went into this knowing that the end game was always going to be Bakugo, and if that’s what makes you happy then that’s what makes me happy.”

More tears trailed down your face as he spoke. Never had there been anyone in your life to put your feelings before their own. Never had there been anyone to risk their happiness for the sake of you. There was a part of you that still loved Hanta, and you thought that there might always be because though feelings were never reciprocated at the time, he was your first love. “Thank you, Hanta.” You sniffled and pulled his face to your level, giving him a kiss on the cheek.

You didn’t miss the faint blush that adorned his cheeks, or the sad smile plastered on his face. He squeezed your shoulder and stood up, pulling you with him. “Dance with me, one last time.” He turned the volume up on the Bluetooth speaker in the room and held his arms out to you. You smiled as you remembered all the times he had done this, it never failed to cheer you up.

He took your hand and pulled you close, holding you tightly to his chest and resting his chin on top of your head and the music played softly throughout the room. He wanted to cherish every last moment of this, because who knew when the next time he’d ever be able to hold you this close, if there would ever even be a next time. The two of you swayed together in the small space that the room allowed, and much to Seros dismay, the song ended all too soon. You pulled back and let him wipe at the tears that had fallen down your face once more.

“Just remember, I’m always here if you ever need me.” He pulled you closer one last time, placing a kiss on your forehead and holding back the tears that threatened to fall before watching you walk out of his room to go back to Bakugo.

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yichens · 4 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview Meme

thank you for tagging me @hils79 ♥ this is a great way to avoid writing my pingxie wing au which i currently struggle with bc am editing it into a completely new shape :D it’s exhausting but am making slow progress~

name: vish or vishie. won’t even advertise my irl name when it comes to fic writing haha

fandoms: so many more than i’ve ever gotten to write for. i am simply very slow at writing and the stuff i get into is way too many so... yeah. the most i’ve written for are BTS, The Untamed and now DMBJ. the list for fandoms i’d love to write for is endless but currently at least Guardian is very high up there. i keep having ideas but writing? not as much.

two-shot: i wrote this one two-shot back when i was still writing fanfics in finnish for this one youtuber group lol. it was supposed to be a oneshot but it got super sad so i made it happier with a continuation later on.

most popular multi-chapter fic: uuhh i’d say it’s my BTS abo fic My Lungs for You to Breathe which is currently at 98k words and 18 chapters but which i haven’t updated in almost a year :D idk if it will ever get to the end but i have enjoyed spending time with it. (Statistics: Subscriptions: 227 Hits: 11718 Kudos: 461 Comment Threads: 89 Bookmarks: 153)

actual worst part of writing: uuuhhh it’s so hard to name one currently? trying to get things out like i want them to and still sounding coherent? figuring out words that sound good but also make sense? idk. i love writing but these days i’ve been very stuck and insecure about it :/

how you choose your titles: i throw in words. i throw in more words. i stir. ta-da!

do you outline: i have not outlined on paper ever in my life. in my head tho? yes, absolutely. i am just too lazy and awkward to write it down. then i forget. oops. or then i don’t forget and get haunted or possessed, there’s no in between.

ideas you probably won’t get around to, but wouldn’t it be nice: this one historical au for Guardian which would also include some reincarnation themes. it would require a ton of research so am a bit scared. also, a DMBJ cultivator au just so that i could have pingxie and heihua meet in very different circumstances and have them use cool magic stuff. plus all the other characters having neat stories and skills and outfits. me and @ashenlights are throwing around a ton of ideas probably every day and have a docs file and some pins on pinterest etc :’D i will never probably actually write this bc it would get way too huge but the brainstorming is nice ♥ also i have this one pingxie reincarnation/soulmates au that haunts me currently but idk if i will have the motivation to write that.

and then my personal favorite: a fic for The Journey Across the Night where i get to explore the main trio’s relationship developing throughout the series (and probably even after that) while each of them slowly figures out how much they love the other two. first part would be shi cheng who first watches chacha and li jia having a crush on each other meanwhile he ignores any of his own feelings towards li jia and what he’s doing to distract himself from that. second part would be chacha who notices shi cheng’s feelings for li jia and tries to figure out how she will take that while maintaining her own developing relationship with li jia plus her family problems. last part would be li jia who follows chacha and shi cheng going from friends to something else. he doesn’t understand. he has a lot of other stuff in his mind. there’s his alter making his first appearance. he might or might not be in love with both of his friends but needs a tiny nudge to get it, especially with shi cheng. i lack the skill and words to accomplish any of this so i just like to daydream.

callouts @ me: actually the same as for you hils, that’s a good call out :’D i really should try some female characters once in a while. but they have slowly come a part of my stories at least? another one would be: pls for the love of god learn more vocabulary. and ways to form sentences. and like,,, stop editing those sentences so much, they’re fine.

best writing traits: uuuhhh can i just skip this? these days it’s not easy to find anything positive to say about my own writing or my process with it. i am a mess. some stuff makes sense, a big part does not. maybe emotion but i feel like i cannot manage that either in a way that would satisfy me? persistence works too. i rarely abandon things completely.

spicy tangential opinion: um. yours was very good hils, that made me so happy ^^ i should really try not to pressure myself to be perfect either just for the acknowledgement etc. this is a hobby yes and should be fun. which it is. but i struggle still sigh. idk what else to add really? write whatever you like. write those themes that you want to see. write the characters you want to see written in the way only you feel about them. write that pairing no one else has written. write for the fandom that doesn’t even show up on ao3. write for yourself, truly. write for your tiny group of friends who yell at you and are lovely and as crazy as you ♥ enjoy the process despite it being awful at times. writing is learning but also, don’t only just pressure yourself to improve with every sentence you write. i tend to do that a lot bc am so desperate to be better but i cannot force that into me. i gain experience slowly and learn at my own pace. i need to allow myself that. and sometimes i just need to allow myself to write whatever and have fun with it and not think about how much sense everything makes or if the characterization is 150% perfect. thanks for coming to my ted talk haha

this was so nice :’) it’s sometimes nice to think about myself as a writer and then come up with things that i should take note of more often. i hope to write so much. i have so many ideas. my heart is filled with love for some many things. praying for all the time and inspiration for myself and all of my writer friends ♥

tagging only @i-am-just-a-kiddo if they wish to join me on this one :’) also tagging @kholran who was calling for everyone in their own post! that one was so nice to read too ^^

#tag game #pls do not perceive me #i do not like perceiving myself djhkfdg #thank you for this either way #i hope any of this makes sense

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gonnahypatia · 4 years ago

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Top 5 (ish) of 2020 ✨✨

rules: it’s time to love yourselves! choose your 5 (ish) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

Yes, I know we're entering goddamn April but I'm slow okay

Hey, guys, it's Hyp!! Thanks @lacrow for tagging me and sorry for taking so long to do this, but time is an illusion and it really doesn't feel like 2020 is over even four months in, so let's jump in for some fic appreciation!!

5 - state-sponsored pajama party

I'm not doing it in any special order, so I'm just adding it as I feel needed and I really wanted to start with this little thing!! SSPP was written and posted on the first days of our Discord server so it really brings back memories that go beyond the brainstorming for the writing. Those who are closer to me in the community know that I'm a history nerd, so it's not a surprise that I would write something with real dark aspects of the cold war in which SXF is presented. But I still made it fluffy because fluff is the way to mend all the angst~~

4 - so cold it feels hot

Dear gosh, this fic is an experience lmao'' Crow's secret santa gift was A Ride to make, not only for the pressure of doing something for the ultimate fandom Dad but also because I put all the fluffiness on my bag to this gift. The first part is especially dumb but lowkey steamy and I loved writing it, so it really deserved to feature on the list!

3 - unseen tenderness

Now it's time for my forgotten WIPs oops

For an AU with only one chapter posted, one would assume I don't like it that much, but that's a complete lie. I love the concept of medium Anya and I really, really want to go back to writing more of it. It's just that life and plot bunnies keep getting in the way and I end up neglecting existing works, which is a real shame, really. But fear not, because yhese ideas aren't abandoned!... I'm just busy ;w;

2 - wrong turns (may lead us back home)

This is kinda old but I feel like people still hate me for it lol' So yeah, my take on the Bad End AU. Most of the writers around have their own idea of how it would look like and I take pride in mine to say that, at least, no one dies here. Yep, I know it's not the biggest flex, but whatever. Looking back now, I think there were things that I could have done better to make it closer to what we would see in the manga, but I still really enjoy it. Working with character developments and how certain events mold their personality is one of my favorite things while writing and I love how it was aplied to teenage Anya here. It's just too bad I had to separate Twiliyor for it ;-;;;

(I have plans for a follow-up, but again, me busy and lazy)

1 - forged papers and other discrepancies

The last and my all-time fave is one more for the neglected AU list, which I feel deeply guilty because the Papers Please AU is my soul. I love working with both canons to write this, while also expanding the created universe with fanon countries (Lacrowia citzens, where are you at?!). It is a gloomier and more serious work than the usual fluffy angst, but it's one of my attempts to show the potential of world-building in a manga like SXF. The politics, the history, the characters; they all deserve so much more depth than we as a small fandom can do (though we are smol but prolific af). With bigger fandoms come bigger problems, but I think it's the price to pay so this universe can get proper attention ❤️

That was all for the highlights of 2020!! The past year was really amazing in terms of fandom content and I'm grateful for having known so many great artists, who are still doing their best in 2021 (Fluffbruary was awesome and AUpril totally is going to be a bang as well, be prepared!!). I'm not tagging anyone this time because I really feel like an annoying bug to make them reflect on last year's works when we're in motherfreaking April from all the months, but!! If anyone who sees this want to shout out about their prides in 2020, feel free to tag me and I'll spread the word myself, because y'all deserve the love.

See you next time!~~

#Spy x family #Sxf #Watch answering stuff with three years of delay

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bates--boy · 4 years ago

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“Okay, closer! Remember that this is the best day of your life! Terra, soften the lights!”

If Peter said right then and there that he knew that modeling was hard from his “experience”, he’d be a liar just trying to soothe his worries and ego. His experience before this was chump work, and none of the filtering, editing, and social media marketing would have prepared him for even an iota of this type of work. Firstly, he had grossly underestimated how long this would take, and it definitely did not take the two or three minutes it would take to snap a selfie, or even the the half hour to get his makeup and hair in order.

Secondly, there had to be photos of everything. A toast at the table, Burak carrying Peter down the bridge, Burak making Peter wonder if the universe hated him by brushing away hair and cupping his cheek, Peter taking solo shots in a grayscale room for every. single. dress that the stylists picked for him. Posing on the swings, dancing to nonexistent music, lounging on a leather chair. Pierre wanted photos in as many angles as he can imagine, and fuck how beautiful Burak was, fuck how dazzling and breathtaking Peter felt in the dress once he became used to the silicone breasts -- Peter was ready to bite someone’s nose off by the fifth hour.

"Alright, everyone, break time!” the manager, whose name Peter also hadn’t gotten but was too frazzled to even want to bother with, called out as she waved people over to the food table.

Peter knew that if he was going to barrel through the estimated next six hours of this, he should have something nutritious in his stomach, but the bubbly golden champagne called out to him. He downed one glass at the table and carried another to the gazebo steps. His feet hurt, his everything hurts -- how does modeling hurt the body? How the fuck does that happen in a bridal photoshoot? -- but especially his feet, and once he sat down on the step, Peter unfastened the heels and peeled them off.

“This is not worth the money,” Peter grumbled, reaching down to rub one of his feet with his free hand. He winced and hissed through his teeth. “Fucking Christ on a dildo...”

“You totally sound like a bridezilla right now.”

Peter recognized the voice (because of course, he did) before his eyes snapped up to find Burak ambling over, carrying a plate piled with pastries and pieces of fruits and a bottle of wine with an empty glass. Peter couldn’t even find it in himself to be excited that this Michelangelo sculpture was coming to sit with him, and the alone time in this picturesque setting they were likely to spend together. He was just so drained and sore. Like a cat, a part of Peter wanted some alone time alone, to hide away and lick his invisible wounds and ponder why he was doing this when he knew that, even if his crew had enough money to buy that coveted studio, they weren’t going to get anywhere. Still, he didn’t protest when Burak took a spot next to him and sat the wine and food between them.

“You should eat something,” Burak offered oh, so helpfully as he filled his glass.

“Thanks,” Peter drawled. He plucked a hulled strawberry from the plate and popped it into his mouth. He made sure to lean a little forward so that whatever juice may slip out won’t get to his dress.

“You’re welcome,” Burak replied. “So, I take it you’re new to this?”

Peter started to shake his head, ready to draw on his social media and webcam modeling experience, but he thought better of it. Why bother conflate the two for his ego? “Pbbbbbbbbt, yeah,” he answered. He raised his flute to his mouth. “Why? Was it that obvious?”

“Yeah,” Burak nodded.

Peter’s hand stopped, then lowered as a brow rose. “How?”

“Well, besides the fact that you look like you’re ready to collapse or claw someone’s eyes out? You constantly have to be told to tone it down and you look ready to run every time we have to act out something intimate.”

“So, I just look unnatural?” Peter looked away and downed much of his drink in one go.

“Yeah, but it was likely to happen,” Burak bit into a pastry. “I mean: how did you, a guy, get hired as a bridal model?”

Peter didn’t sense anything offensive in Burak’s tone, just simple curiosity, so he replied honestly with a lazy shrug, “I don’t know. I actually applied for the groom position.”

“Pffft, oops. Sorry about that. Well, that dress looks lovely on you.”

“Thanks. That was one of the reasons they hired me as the bride.”

“Hm...”

Then silence came. Burak watched the photoshoot crew as he ate his cream cheese bear claw, and Peter watched the shiny of the sun glint off his glass as he slowly waved the flute around.

Polishing off the last bite of his bear claw, Burak asked, “So, how is your first professional photoshoot going so far?”

Peter perked up, smile stretched from cheek to sore cheek. If his hands weren’t occupied with the champagne, he would have given a little clap to sell the reply. “Oh, it is fantastic! Wonderful! My body hurts, this dress itches, the hair care products feel cheap as shit and I’m sure I’m going to break out tomorrow, and I am never doing this shit ever again!”

Burak leaned back, blinking. He cleared his throat. “Ah... wow. Well, it’s good that you figured it out before you really committed to the modeling career.”

“I didn’t do this to get a modeling career.”

“Oh?”

Peter shook his head and took a breath. “No, I took on this gig to earn money to buy a studio.”

“A studio...?”

“Recording studio. For me and my music crew.”

Now it was Burak’s turn to perk up, and truthfully, seeing interest light his face did make Peter feel better. “You make music?”

“Yeah. I’m part of this new group called The MizFists. We’re a hip-hop collective.”

“Hey! My cousin likes hip-hop! Do you have any music posted anywhere? I can tell her about it.”

And Peter, all wide eyes as he watched Burak take his phone out of his pocket and swiped on the screen. “Oh! Oh, uh, yeah. Our website is M-I-Z-F-I-S-T-S dot com. All of our youtube channels and Bandcamp accounts are on there.”

“Huh, never seen it spelled like that before...” Burak shrugged.

“Well, we would have went with the proper spelling, but, you know, another group already has it, and we’re too broke for copyright lawsuits.”

“It’s a cool name, still,” Burak said. He made sure the message had sent before placing his phone back into his pocket. He ate a piece of mango. “If my cousin decides to go to one of your concerts, I’ll have to tag along.”

That... should not have been as easy as that. Sure, it’s likely that Burak’s cousin will dismiss their group as crappy wannabes, but still, the fact that Burak even shared their name like that...

And the food and bottle (which Burak had in his hand to refill Peter’s glass) -- Peter wanted to ask what was Burak’s goal here. Because who was this jovial with a cross-dressing stranger? Peter had to remind himself that not everyone had an ulterior motive for niceties, he still sought a way, an opportunity, to give this man the stink-eye and a “What’s your endgame, buddy?”

Taking a drink, Burak passed his tongue over his disgustingly perfect lips and said, “So, since you’re pretty much a rap expert, you wouldn’t mind telling me if this verse--” and he did that weird cool guy rapper hand gesture, “--is fire, would you?”

“Heh heh, go ahead!” Peter prompted, with that eyebrow raised once more in amusement this time.

“Okay, okay!” Burak set his glass down and placed a hand on his chest and held the other in front of his face like a microphone.

Burak stared at Peter, the hunched over bride shaking with his face twisted to hold in a laughter, his own face feigning a cold serious.

Me and da babe looking heckin’ cool

After school, hittin’ up the party pool

Sitting on the grill of the big Bugatti

All slutty, all thotty

A couple rock stars making it rain at the pool

They burst out laughing.

And Peter didn’t even know why he was laughing; Burak was cute, and it was sweet that he came over here to chat, but it wasn’t funny, not that funny. Maybe it was the earnestness in the humor, or the needed release of stress. Whatever the reason, Peter dabbed at the tear in his eye. Thank goodness for the waterproof stuff.

“You know? You might have something there,” he chuckled. “You’re definitely the new Will Smith!”

“Pfffft, please! I am way better than Smith!” Burak tossed his hair. “But I’m going to let my cousin know that she was wrong, that an actual, bona fide rapper said I got some skills!”

“Shit, if we’re ever looking for another member, we’ll hit you up,” Peter said, taking a grape.

“Looking forward to it!”

After a friendly elbow nudge, Burak continued, "Seriously, that's cool that you're this serious about your music that you're doing this. I can tell that you're gonna go far. But I hope you don't drop this line of work, because you have a bit of potential in modeling, too. Who knows, you'll probably get famous enough that you'll have clothing brands begging you to model for them, and you don't want to pass up on those deals, would you?"

"Nah, I guess not..." The smile on Peter's painted lips dimmed, and he pursed them until he allowed himself to ask, "Uh... Why are you being so nice to me?"

Burak tilted his head. Oh, god, now he looked like a puppy. An irresistible puppy. "Am I not supposed to be?"

"No, it's just that, er... I thought that supermodels had to be brutal because, you know, this industry is dog-eat-dog."

Burak shook his head. "First of all, I'm not a supermodel; this is just a catalog shoot. Second..." He shrugged. "It felt like you were having a bad time and was uncomfortable around me. And we can't have that for our kissing photos."

For the slow way the words processed through Peter's psyche, his body was quick to react in its non-reacting form: body suddenly rigid, temperature swinging from ghostly chill low to loins on fire and I'm a sinner scorching, mind going as blank as his eyes gone wide.

"K... Kissing? We're going to--" Peter bowed his head with his hand over his mouth. "Oh, my god..."

He didn't see Burak's face, but he felt the indignation rolling off the other man who said, "I mean, I like to think I'm not a bad kisser..."

"N-no! No!" Peter lifted his face and waved a hand. "It's not that! I just--"

"Wow!" Burak snorted. "Wow! You are blushing hard!"

Peter gasped. "No, I'm not!" Of course, where they went for top-quality mascara, they'd cheap out on the foundation.

Burak laughed so deeply that he had to set his glass down. "Yes you are! Aw, look how red your ears are!"

"Oh, my god," Peter, once more, groaned. He bent his head so low that the veil fell from behind his back and draped over his shoulders.

So when he felt an arm slink around his waist, he was too unprepared to stop the yelp squeaking out of his mouth. Nor did he have any protection against the medical emergency fever burning through his body when Burak whispered in his ear.

"Don't you worry, Peter: as a gentleman, I promise you that I'll leave your honor intact and will be tender with you."

Whether Burak was serious or joking, it didn't matter when, to Peter, his voice was every bedroom song one to life. But Burak squeezed his shoulder, and when they've locked eyes, Peter could still see some of that sweet earnestness, that urge to lift Peter's mood, and he could help but smile.

"Gee, thanks," Peter tried with as much playfulness as he could muster.

A chuckle pass between them, and then

Flash. Flash.

Both men looked up to find Pierre lowering his camera. "Oh, that was perfect! I have to convince the magazine to use that in their layout."

"Uhhhh..." Peter said. "What the hell are you doing?"

"Reminding you two that break's over," Pierre said. "Now, let's go, we're burning daylight!"

"Well, that was a nice break." Burak stood and brushed the back of his pants. He held out a hand for Peter. "Ready to get back into the dog-eat-dog world of modeling?"

Peter's smirk was lopsided as he took Burak's hand to let him up. "Sure."

#life thus far ( story )#droid noodles ( writing )#The MizFists #mobile

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ghostmartyr · 5 years ago

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So if you, like me, have nothing to do but wonder about the state of my inbox, you might rightfully be wondering how I plan to deal with the obscene backlog I have spent so many years failing to deal with.

If you have never wondered that, fear not, that doesn’t exclude you from finding out.

Today we’re just going to go through my entire slew of unanswered asks, and instead of answering them, I am going to provide excuses for why I didn’t do anything with them.

For added fun, several of the asks were in my Drafts.

I will not be cutting out the comments I started to make.

I will no doubt regret this.

Let’s have a time, shall we?

I don’t even know what year this is from. If I remember correctly, I didn’t get back to you because I thought about trying to reason out who would legitimately win, and there were too many points for both sides. I kept intending to come up with a proper answer, then time went by and this got buried.

Though the actual answer is probably “it depends on who gets the main character sticker at the time.”

...

Well.

I can tell you this is multiple years old.

We, as humans, aren’t equipped for time travel.

I didn’t answer this one because I didn’t feel like it was asking for one, and I’m only reproducing it here because it is really, really funny now.

Two years old. Plus change.

I think the entire reason I never replied to this one is that it cheered me up whenever I scrolled down enough to see it, so thank you.

You know, I entered the link at the time. Really, I did. But then came trying to come up with a comment and what can you really follow that with?

(Click the link.)

Okay then.

I still feel no need to respond to this, so that’s probably why I didn’t to start with.

Historia and literally anyone.

I don’t remember why I didn’t answer this, which usually means some combination of feeling tired and not being in the mood to scroll down to where it was.

Oops.

The thing is, this crosses dangerously close to being a fic idea. Fic ideas take time and effort. You can imagine the absolute dread I felt at having to engage with either concept.

It would have been a lot of fun to do, though. Hats off.

See, again. This is a very interesting concept that requires thought. I can tell you when I received it I was in no mood for anything that required anything of the sort.

I wrote a fic that is possibly never going to see the light of day now where they hang out in a kitchen with hot chocolate together and bond through unstated trauma and Frieda attempting to make things better.

That probably contributed to interfering with imagining how they would actually get along.

Anyway, I ship them slightly in that fic AU. Don’t @ me.

Oh dang. I remember this.

I actually really wanted to answer it, but the problem is that I wanted to come up with a good answer. Every character, tiered by their chances. A full Hunger Games edition of what went down and who killed who.

Then I didn’t.

Anyway, turns out the answer is that no one feels the need to chop of rocking chairs in a hurry, so she’d last a long time!

I didn’t answer this because I try to avoid responding with, “I don’t know.” My secondary answer would probably have been, “By being killed.”

Not that there’s anything wrong with those answers, but unless there’s been a tonal trend in asks, I assume that pithy answers that don’t actually have any meat behind them would not be appreciated.

I would stick to him probably being killed, though. But some signs do point to him being relatively immortal.

Hm.

Hmm.

I don’t know why I didn’t answer this, but I would guess it had something to do with me caring very little about Ymir’s thoughts on anything outside of her little clutch of people. And ongoing trauma of repeated dead/alive Ymir commentary killing off my desire to come up with a good answer.

Sorry?

I... have no idea why I didn’t answer this? Maybe I didn’t see it?

Anyway, yes.

There’s a longer version behind that yes, and I’m sure that might have contributed to never getting around to answering this. ...Assuming a past where I did actually see this one.

I have a confession.

I don’t really like crossovers.

There’s a sliding scale of degree, but that’s basically why this didn’t get a response.

Ah, we’ve landed on a recurring theme.

Sometimes, answers involve me thinking about the entire cast.

The usual consequence of that is I don’t have the energy for that, so nothing ever happens with these.

Oh, this one’s easy.

I had no fucking clue.

No ideas, head empty.

That didn’t seem like a good answer, so here we are, probably around a year later. I still have no clue. If I were forced to write a singing duo AU, I would probably just put some adjectives and nouns into a blender and flip a coin.

Names are hard.

I think I didn’t answer this one because I felt like I’d answered similar asks before. And I’m not really sure when this is from, but it’s possible canon complicated coming up with an answer that wasn’t distressed screeching.

Something something give Connie and Mikasa hugs, not partial about where they get them from.

Apparently not. Oops.

I can’t remember why I didn’t respond to this one. It’s possible the oodles of bad parenting proved too distracting to formulate such a post.

Sometimes I get an ask, and my immediate, gut reaction is, how the fuck should I know?

If I can move past that, the ask is answered.

If I can’t, the ask continues its descent through scroll hell.

I am sorry. There are no answers here.

Yeah, this is just the same as the above, just with I have no idea.

It’d probably be a Madoka Magic deal.

Huh. I don’t remember passing this one over. If I were to guess a timeline, I was probably too bitter over potential post-timeskip looks that I never got to be interested in focusing on the characters lucky enough to get good ones.

Go Connie for being less short, I suppose.

This clearly belonged to something that I was doing, but time has eroded the context, so I am simply left with failure and disappointment on all sides. Sorry.

Aw, we’re getting into the boring part of the inbox now, I think. Not because of the questions; you guys are always great. But I can’t think of a reason why I wouldn’t have answered this, which leads me to think that the reason was I was too tired to put words together.

That’s a boring reason, so maybe I should go into Drafts for the next few...

Yeah, still unfairly prejudiced against crossovers. I am no fun, etc. etc.

I have no memory of it, but I feel like I didn’t answer this because there was no way I could match this kindly anon’s enthusiasm.

You go, random internet person.

You have good ideas.

Oh no.

Uh.

See.

I know exactly why I didn’t answer this one.

I am so sorry, Anon.

I really didn’t care.

I am filled with affection for you because you clearly do, but uh.

...I basically put this on Read.

This has a very simple, ie boring, explanation. Any time someone asks about the cast as a whole, I want to think about the cast as a whole, and that takes a lot more thought than most of the asks I get. Cue putting it off. Cue it getting lost in scroll hell. On and on we go until we end up here.

Anything that opens with kilometers is something that requires more brain power than I have had in the past year.

Also I think I got this during a spoiler week, so I saw it, but I was trying not to look at it, and then it got lost in the post-chapter asks.

That happens a lot.

We might see it more soon.

If I can’t come up with words more than “-shrug-” I try not to answer.

...Good news, though!

The manga did my job for me!

I feel like I answered some variation of this. That might be why I didn’t answer this specific one.

The wiki does a better job keeping track of the timeline than I ever have. I probably didn’t answer this because it would involve trying to remember which volume actually name-dropped a number of weeks or months. Searching for lines I know a character said is pretty easy, but searching out lines I have a vague feeling of someone providing? That tends to hit the frustration button with the force of a truck.

But yeah, if you ever want to know how long something took, the wiki is absolutely your friend. They do good work.

Consider: “What if” questions are hard, and I am lazy.

This is actually one I really did mean to get to, sorry. It’s an interesting thought, and I miss Sasha.

...I clearly did a magnificent job answering your asks, friend.

Prediction asks are hard for me; I feel like I’m throwing darts randomly into the air and the dartboard is still deciding if it’s going to show up. So uh. I guess I just kept putting this off until it didn’t get answered.

This post is going to have so many apologies. Implied and otherwise.

I continue to be the No Fun Police who accidentally-on-purpose avoids crossover commentary.

I feel like I didn’t answer this one entirely because seeing it in my inbox gave me far too much joy to have it lost in a sea of posts.

This is what my inbox was made for.

I have no idea when this was from, but I see your emotions and appreciate them, Anon.

...Did I not see this one?

Hey, Anon who probably doesn’t remember sending this: This is a good ask and deserved some good attention, and I’m sorry I missed my shot at it. Good thoughts.

I didn’t answer this one entirely because I knew I couldn’t match the energy of it, and responding with anything less felt heretical.

That is one hell of a mood, Anon.

This is definitely from the era of, “Can’t think, brain empty.” Sorry about not getting back to you, I just really couldn’t organize my thoughts well enough to come up with an answer.

I feel like I didn’t know what this was continuing from and was too exhausted to ask.

LOOK YOU CAN SEE I WANTED TO ANSWER THIS BECAUSE IT’S A DRAFT.

Too many things, Anon.

I liked so many things about all of that. Trying to turn that enthusiasm into words wasn’t agreeing with me, so I put it in Drafts and told myself one day I’d do the most awesome post detailing everything.

Intentions, huh?

Every time I tried to take a normal screenshot with formatting Tumblr just laughed at me, so that might have been a contributing factor.

Dang, I’m really sorry. This is another one of those cases where I wanted to take my time with a response, and I took too long.

I, uh.

Am guilty of not being too interested in pondering Ymir’s thoughts on Levi or Erwin.

That’s it, that’s the explanation.

Yeah, I just couldn’t come up with an answer here? Or someone else asked? Or several of my friends decided to be annoying about lists on Discord? I don’t even know.

Presumably there could be a list.

There is not.

Honestly, I just couldn’t figure out how to follow that starting sentence up. A thought exercise on Armin, Historia, gender, and themes sounded really interesting, and I put it in Drafts so as not to forget it being interesting.

Then, you know. This post sort of paints the picture.

Ah.

Man, I really was looking forward to putting some proper thought into this. That’s the problem with having so many things I love in one place, I guess. Symbolism? Historia and Ymir? Mikasa? So many good things! Where do I start!

With paralyzing indecision that results in not a lot. Sorry, Anon. This really did light up my day when I got it.

Here’s the thing about me and writing:

I often fail to.

(I love both these ideas, though.)

Yes.

Do I know why I didn’t get around to answering this?

Absolutely not.

But yes, I’d agree with that.

GOOD NEWS!

The manga actually gave us some of them together in the future.

I occasionally giggled over their shared distaste.

It was a good time.

And this is another one I just do not know why I didn’t answer, whoops.

This never got answered because I couldn’t come up with an answer.

Broad questions are scary because they can go just about anywhere and I didn’t know how to handle that level of commitment.

I think I didn’t answer this one, A), because words are hard, and B), because mostly I just wanted to listen to more of your wondering and less of mine.

I probably could have answered this by saying I don’t have any, but that seemed rude, so I didn’t respond to it at all.

Yep.

Frieda is worthy of my time and effort.

Landing this in Drafts instead of my inbox.

Where the lighting makes it more obvious that hope has gone there to die.

I think about it so much too.

I find the answers fundamentally upsetting.

That is probably why I did not provide an answer here.

That is a lot of kids to make up headcanons for.

So I didn’t.

She’s eaten by dogs before she develops a personality.

Since that seemed like the wrong thing to say, I said nothing, and into Drafts this went.

‘I have no earthly clue’ seemed similarly unhelpful.

At this point, we understand that there is no mystery to my backlog.

This one hurts.

-sees the 112 reference-

Wow does it hurt.

As I hope is obvious, I really, really loved this question, and kept meaning to carve out time to work on it specifically. What went sideways was trying to put words to how EMA functions. I knew the feel of what I wanted to express, but every time I tried to write it, it came out wonky.

I’m very sorry I couldn’t do anything for this, because I was thrilled to spend time with it.

I didn’t answer this because Fuck Marley.

It’s nothing against you. At the time, I simply wasn’t in any mood to consider any version of Marley. Even the canon version was too much for me, so giving it my time in a roleswap AU had me hissing.

Roleswaps in general are amazing, and I love them a lot. A dedicated person could make a fantastic one based around Marley and Paradis. I think it would probably be cool af.

But I was so tired of Marley when I got this, I just couldn’t make myself think about it. Sorry. It’s a fun idea.

I didn’t answer this one because I kept trying to extend my response past, “I think he just really likes baseball.”

I think he just really likes baseball.

My feelings on that as a quality answer are derogatory.

Mm. The ones where I actually tried to get something started hurts.

Ultimately, this ask was a larger demand than I could make my brain work through at the time. I made sure to write down the tl;dr version of Sasha’s, because I found that desperately important, and not something that people talk about much, but the additional weight of trying to think of themes for multiple characters made it hard to progress.

Me, looking at the prompts: Hi my brain left me.

Sorry, Anon. Too many gears were moving for me to get a proper feel for what I wanted to do with this one, so I ended up ditching it. ...I was planning to finish it, though. Eventually. See, I even put the quote in the Draft version as a reminder of what I was doing, so I could get back to it right away.

Yeeeeah, this is just one more to the “I will give this wonderful thing all the time it deserves!” pile.

The pile is stored in the Failure Corner.

Perfectionism is the enemy of progress.

You guys really like crossovers.

I love that for you.

-spends two years ignoring you-

I mean, I just didn’t know what to do with the rainbows.

They sure are there.

They sure are pretty.

I sure couldn’t come up with a comment to add.

...I don’t know why I didn’t answer this. Possibly because I think it’s fine? I’m not too attached to it, and spent the whole manga period wanting to watch an anime version instead, then we got an anime version.

I’d guess that my general “meh” feelings interfered with responding here.

No idea why I didn’t answer this.

Yes, and good for you.

I support all thoughts on giving the Reiss kiddos personalities.

I think I didn’t get back to you on this because I wasn’t sure how to encourage you to keep going so I just sat awkwardly on my hands and felt weird about not saying anything.

...Thanks for sharing!

I love how it’s the little things that date these.

Unfortunately, we’re now at the point where 90% of the reason I didn’t answer was because I was too sick to muster up anything approaching enthusiasm.

Or because I’d just finished answering a bunch of chapter-specific things and was burnt out.

This felt pretty self-explanatory to me, so I felt like that gave me permission to ignore it.

Also, it mentions Marley.

I might be slightly petty.

Really though, I think what stopped me from giving a proper answer is that the question of what an author is trying to say throws me off a little. I work better thinking of it in terms of what the story is saying, with the author just happening to be the hands that wrote it all down.

I don’t know. This was probably another case of feeling like I should give this more of my time than I was able.

I couldn’t decide.

That’s it.

That’s the reason.

Everyone needs to give Mikasa a hug.

My blog title for a hug.

-the crossover snake hisses and consumes another-

I am so sorry.

This is fun.

I probably should have just gone with posting and saying so, because I am genuinely charmed by this. I tend to feel like I have to add something to asks to justify the post. That policy maybe didn’t need to be a thing.

I love my anons.

I want that to be clear.

Really, I do.

I especially love their willingness to embrace my crackpot logic.

Still.

Sometimes, the only response one can have to Schrodinger’s Ymir is to ignore its existence, find a pillow, and scream into it for the rest of time.

This replaces typing.

-looks at Armin-

-looks at Eren-

Yeah, don’t know why I didn’t answer this one, either. I blame tiredness? Sorry about that.

I feel like I didn’t answer this one because it felt like work.

This is where I start considering that making this post was a mistake.

I could have just agreed with you and gone about my day.

Probably should have.

Did not.

Another one for that, “had nothing to add so I just left it in a corner, abandoned and unloved,” pile.

There is an apology section at the end, but we’re not there yet.

This one I don’t think I noticed.

Alternatively, I did notice, and wasn’t sure “Yes,” would pass as a good enough answer.

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Okay, time to really just get into it: I think for the remainder of my inbox, I didn’t answer because physically, I was just too damn exhausted, and I kept waiting for a point in time where I’d feel better. Sorry to put a limit on the personalization, but in the end, that’s all there was to it, and rephrasing it a dozen times will make me crazy.

And here we are.

Well.

Good grief, do you guys even have any clue how much I like all of you?

Obviously there’s a lot of guilt in the above, because I can’t tell you how much I wanted, each time, to give a great answer that would make you thrilled you messaged me. I am so sorry to all of these I didn’t get to. There were days when the alerts in my inbox were the best thing to happen to me, and I never wanted to let any of them go without acknowledgment.

I try to say thank you as often as I can in my responses, because that’s as close as I can get to reminding you all, constantly, that I am grateful for your participation. The only times I don’t say it is when I worry that it’ll look like it’s being done out of habit, not genuine gratitude. Or when I think you might take it the wrong way if I say thanks for a basic conversation. Because you provide me content and make me interested in things I might not normally look twice at.

There are so many instances of people saying hi, and thank you, and wishing everyone well here.

I haven’t been active in the larger fandom in two years, but I have always been so happy that you guys kept dropping by my space anyway.

You are a pleasure and light in my life, no matter how much snark I might throw about.

Thank you all.

#attack on asks #tl;dr #long post

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asleepinawell · 5 years ago

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End Of The Year Writing Roundup

artists do their end of the year posts with highlights from each month and, since i had a really productive writing year, i wanted to do something similar for my writing

As a note, I talk about how much I wrote quite a bit because I’m very proud of the amount of content I produced, BUT I do not in any way, shape, or form think that quantity = quality or that writers who put out a lot of content are better. I judge my own writing pretty harshly to myself and a lot of my best writing is actually shorter pieces. Good to keep in mind!

Highlights of 2019:

--I broke one million words posted on ao3! (posted ever, not 1 mil in 2019 that would be nuts). 916,677 of those words were shoot fics.

--The ao3 stats list me having written 389,262 words this year, but that is inaccurate. The stat includes the full word count for every fic I added to, even if most of it was written a different year. I was too lazy to figure out exact numbers but I think it was probably closer to 280k. That’s a lot!

--Machina (a fantasy au) was the longest thing I wrote (only 3 chapters were from 2018) though sadly I did not finish it this year as I’d hoped (an unfortunate amount of vampire smut was written instead oops)

--The Lighthouse Keeper was almost definitely my favorite piece I worked on this year. I wrote it in a 2-day hyperfocused haze and I was super pleased with how it turned out. Also learned a ton of cool but probably useless facts about lighthouses. Through Dark Waters was my next fav. They have a very similar aesthetic in some ways.

Jan-March: 11 chapters of Machina

April-June: Through Dark Waters (my poi dishonored au) + 1 more chapter of Machina

July-August: Force Outcasts (my poi star wars au), Disentanglement one-shot, a chapter of Feedback Loops, The Lighthouse Keeper (lovecrafty gothic fic)

Sept-Nov : 6 more chapters of Machina, a chapter of Feedback Loops, Once Bitten Twice Gay (the first of the vampire fics)

Dec: A fic for shoot secret santa, and FOUR more vampire fics

Conclusions:

I wrote a lot of E-rated content this year wow what happened

I got fond of writing shorter (under 20k other than one exception) fics in full before posting them which is a departure from how I usually write

I started using reference materials a lot more while writing. Mostly in the form of finding pictures of places, clothes, weapons, aesthetics to help me internalize a mood or describe something better

In 2020 one of my goals is actually to write less and read more. I tend to stop reading (and doing anything else) when I’m writing a lot and when I go back and crack open a book it’s like feeling my mind stretch and wake up. I strongly believe that reading is one of the best ways to get good at writing and also my reading backlog is terrifying

Maybe also I will finally revisit Neon and Dust in 2020

I was trying to find some favorite lines I wrote but most of them make no sense out of context. nonetheless, they are almost all humor of some sort. This one may really be my favorite though:

So it’s been a great writing year and I want to say thank you to everyone who read/liked/reblogged/commented/kudoed! Here’s links to the fics I wrote this year:

Machina - shoot fantasy au (almost done i swear) Through Dark Waters - poi dishonored au Force Outcasts - poi star wars au Disentanglement - one-shot fic about root and identity Homecomings - chapter of feedback loops of shoot enthusiastically welcoming each other home Touch - chapter of feedback loops that’s basically just about how gay root’s last braincell is The Lighthouse Keeper - new england gothic/lovecrafty poi au Winter Mystery - cute one-shot for secret santa Shoot Vampire AU - series of fics with shaw as a vampire

As a side note to this, since I also do content-creation in the form of gifs and edits:

96 poi gifsets in 2019!!!!! what the FUCK

34 poi edit stills

6 poi crack posts

A smattering of gifsets for other fandoms i’m too lazy to hunt them down

The great mystery of why I’m always exhausted is becoming clearer!

#ty for indulging this moment of self-reflection and shameless self-promotion #mp #my writing #personal #the gifset number feels too high and i kind of want to double check but i'm worried it's right and i'll be even more bewildered

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princesscas · 5 years ago

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Being late to the party and joining a new fandom after the series has (mostly) finished and the fandom is in chaos with mixed opinions on the ending and you still don’t fully know how to feel plus there’s a divide in the fandom with hate for certain characters/pairings and you’re just like

Me, pictured above, with gifs and edits looking at the Marvel fandom like ‘you guys like headers???’

I’m gonna go on a rant under the cut and pretend this is a journal that I can throw into the void because I can’t keep all this in as I browse the fandom depths of Tumblr.

I really do take the Spnfamily for granted sometimes and that time is now. We really do feel like a family. At times I feel like we’re a big fandom but once you go outside that bubble, we’ve very small compared to other fandoms. I guess the bigger the fandom, the most hate and drama there will be.

ANYWAY I got back into Marvel 3 months ago, finished my binge, began reading fanfiction, soon after that I was invested. Then a month ago I started a Marvel blog, started following blogs, making and posting edits/gifs, browsing the tags etc. And oh my god, I forgot how chaotic some fandoms can be.

In the past weeks I’ve seen character hate, ship hate, cast hate, hate for others who like a certain movie, an ending, a characters personality, traits, decisions, etc. Its exhausting, how do people do it? Maybe I’m just not that kind of person. I don’t have the energy for it, I just ignore the negative and read fanfiction oOP

I also think I’m starting to become invested in Stucky like when I started with Destiel 5/6 years ago and that’s saying a lot, destiel is my eVERYTHING.

I wasn’t interested in Marvel last year when EG was coming up bc I was too lazy to watch 20+ movies to catch up, so all my exposure to it was Reddit since I go there for news/vidya games. So for the most part, I assumed it was a positive reception and an very emotional heavy movie. (and it is emOTIONAL) But man, the difference of options on it between platforms.

But I feel like I’m the 1% in the stevexbucky side who is at least, neutral on Endgame. I think 15 seasons of Supernatural has ruined me for endings and character deaths that my expectations are always low. There’s like, a divide between the fandom and it highkey makes me nervous for Supernatural’s ending.

I watched it, was an emotional mess and for the most part I liked it. I still think Infinity War was a better movie but Endgame got more hype. My top 3 MCU movies is still IM3, CATWS and Ragnarok.

The biggest divide about it that I’ve seen on this hellsite is Steve’s ending. Quite honestly, I’m not reeealy a fan either. (Although I am VERY excited for Sam and Bucky to get their own show) I’ve thought about it, took my shipper goggles off, looked at it through different perspectives and I get it on one hand but on the other ehhhh. I still think, the dynamic between the two characters, Steve and Bucky, was lacking in both movies. The negative part of having a movie with dozens of characters in it is the lack of screentime for a lot of characters.

But then, clearly my dislike for it is rookie numbers because man some people like to passionately hate others for not doing the same. Yep, saw posts described exactly like that. And now I’m reminded why people hate Tumblr so much!

Honestly at the end of the day, everyone will have a different perspectives on fictional media and the best thing everyone should do is not hate others for having an opposing opinion. Recognize your differences and respect it. Also fanfiction is A GODSEND.

WOW that got very long. Hi if you’re reading this! This makes me nervous for what’s to come with the Supernatural ending and that hasn’t really occurred to me yet since I’m still on the emotional ‘I can’t believe its ending’ phase.

#not spn #mandy talks and stuff #very lowkey regretting joining the marvel fandom bc it is CHAOS when you dig a little further #but mAN are there heated mixed opinions on eg and certain characters/pairings #im out here like 'hi i love and respect everyone!' meanwhile there are anti blogs/tags everywhere oml #ive never posted something this long before i think the quarantine is starting to get to me #*throws post on everyones dash and runs away*

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