#what‘s a styles

[circuitcharles]

simply cuz the song wasn't that good

If the grammys went for what‘s good instead of what‘s popular sign of the times would have a grammy not watermelon sugar

[shisnhou]

does anyone else have thoughts about gojo satoru who wants to buy you sexy lingerie for your birthday present, but doesn’t know what your bra or panty size is.

the man is walking into the lingerie store with his head held up high and his cheeks tainted red. all the women, and their significant others look at him with a confused yet intrigued look. why‘s this extremely handsome man walking into the lingerie store alone?

with long confident strides, this man walks to the set aisle. his blue eyes widen behind the designer sunglasses, and it isn’t the price tags that fluster him—he could care less about the insane price tags—what flusters him is the material and style of the lingerie.

he swallows, hard. he suppresses the shaking of his hand and reaches out for the dark blue lingerie before his also very blue eyes.

"excuse me sir?" a woman appears out of no where, breaking goio‘s impure imagination of you in said lingerie. "is there anything i can help you with?" she asks, cocking a brow.

gojo puts the lingerie down and stammers, licking his lips for a moment before coming to his senses. "i— yeah." he thinks hard and keeps his mind straight. "can i have this for my girl?"

"sure," she nods, taking the lingerie from his hands. "this is our limited edition, by the way. we only have two of these ever made by our famous designer.." gojo could honestly care less about what she is saying. all he‘s thinking of right now is taking the sinful piece and placing it on you as soon as possible.

"yeah." he nods, already looking around for another sexy set.

"the person you‘re with must be really lucky." she chuckles, still doing whatever the fuck she‘s supposed to do and looks at him. "this is one of a kind." she further adds. he nods again. "so i‘ll have to ask.."

"what‘s their size?"

gojo stops.

"what?"

"it‘s limited edition, so there‘s no size other than this. we have to make sure it‘s their size." she looks at him.

gojo halts. his whole body shuts down as he looks at it. he hadn‘t thought that part through. he thought that if he‘d see what looks good, he‘d immediately know it was made for you. but for god sake, now that he’s here, he doesn’t have a single clue.

"i— um—" he stammers, trying to explain it. "it‘s—"

"do you not know it?" she frowns. "i mean it‘s okay. you‘d just have to ask her then come—"

"no! i know it!" he cuts her off quick, pressing his fingers to his temple. "it‘s— it‘s.."

without even realizing it, gojo brings up both his hands to the air and makes an odd shape. the woman watches and eyes him oddly as he continues to further describe the shape.

"what‘re you doing…?"

"i‘m trying to show you." without a single ounce of shame, this man then puts his hands on the bra and feels it.

he‘s trying to figure out your tit size with his hands.

"yeah, that‘s it." he nods, sure of himself. then he grabs the thong. he places it flat on his palm and sees the size before nodding once again and smiling to the woman. "mhm, that‘s the right size."

the woman stares at him, bewildered. her jaw hangs agape, throat dry as she watches gojo move around and look at her. "yeah, that‘s it. it‘s her perfect size."

without even awaiting her response, he proudly takes the set from her and walks away, not even bothering to check the number tag for the size as he goes around and does the same for every piece of lingerie he encounters.

the people look at him, meanwhile he couldn‘t give a damn. he simply walks around, and purchases what he found with pride, leaving the store and the people in there more confused than they ever were in their lives.

and when the man gives it to you during your birthday, somehow, some fucking way, it‘s actually the right fucking size. and when he knows about it, he‘ll smugly tell you the story about how he found out your size and you‘ll just be left embarrassed the next time you‘re walking into that store with him.

[skipper1331]

Boxer // Alessia Russo

a/n: based off this request. Bear with me, i don‘t know anything about boxing and the end is just random :D

"Ready for tomorrow?" the italian asked while she cuddled in to your chest. The smell of her shampoo hitting your nostrils as a content sigh left your mouth. "Yeah" you whispered at the verge of falling asleep, "but my opponent is one of the best, it‘s gonna be intense" with your eyes closed, senses shut off you didn‘t notice the way Alessias body tensed. She didn‘t want you to get hurt badly. "You‘re the best" she said, tightening her grip around you. You didn‘t hear it anymore as you had fallen into a slumber, soft snores filling your shared bedroom.

Despite that Alessia tried dearly to fall asleep, she just couldn‘t. She thought about the possibilities that could happen to you; broken arm, nose, leg, jaw, anything. Blood running down your face, black eyes, she thought about every possible injury with the worst ending. What if you break your neck? What if she (your opponent) breaks your neck?!

-

With your gear on you stood in the boxing ring, your opponent in front of you on her side of the ring. Your coach was giving you a prep talk about her weakness, to keep your defence up and watch your steps.

The arena was filled, many people from across the country to watch the two of you fight.

In Lessi‘s words it‘s a derby match or in Lucy Bronze‘s words an el clásico. And not only Lucy and your girl were sitting in the stands but Ella Toone, Leah Williamson, all of the lionesses. They were ready to watch you fight and win. This match may be one of the biggest in history.

To be honest, you were kind of nervous, you knew your opponent - the second, the ref would give the go - your enemy - she was an awesome boxer, could hit hard but was also very good with her technic in general and her mind games were horrific and dangerous.

Lessi was sitting between Tooney and Mearps, biting her nails while her right leg made a regular, rapid up and down movement. "Stop that" her best friend told her firmly as she placed her hand on the blondes thigh, stopping her penetrating moves.

"I‘m nervous"

"We could tell" Mary said, "She’s gonna be great" she tried to reassure her - with no luck.

The fight was about to begin, already fist bumping your enemy of the night. You turned one last time to the eyes that motivated you before you turned back around.

You were ready to face the so-called boxing devil.

Even though the blonde was nervous she still cheered for you the loudest, the other lionesses cheering with her. It was intense to say at least, your enemy hit some pretty good places where she definitely got points for but you did as well.

The whole time you were calm and collected until you saw her cheking out Lessi. The way the womans eyes wandered over the blondes body as your girl stood next to her friends.

Something inside you switched.

"Wow!" Mary cheered as she grabbed Alessias hand, "what‘s gotten into her? She‘s smashing!" Ella on the other side yelled something, other lionesses joining her as they encouraged you. For everyones eyes it seemed like you just got a new boost of energy - for Alessia it looked like you were angry. She knew you like the back of her hand, even fighting she knew what you did, how you thought and this type of fight-style wasn’t your usual. It was aggressive.

"Yes!" the girls shouted as the fight was called an end, the ref holding your arm in the air - you won.

Taking your gear of you jumped out of the ring, walking up to your favorite girl, "hm hello" you pressed a quick kiss to her lips as you slung your arm around her, looking at the defeated Girl in the ring. The blondes arm went around your body as well, not minding the sweat on your body - she hugged you always when she was sweaty so no complain there. You greeted the rest of the group, chatting with them for awhile. Mary and Ella even recreated some scenes of the fight while Rachel did the sound effects, Lauren utterly confused, her mouth agape. You loved her lionesses girls, some of them were super sweet and some hilarious - just a bunch of lovely weirdos.

Later that night, you cuddled into Alessias chest, her fingertips stroking patterns on your skin as you relaxed in her touch. Yet the question that Mary had asked earlier was still laying on tip of her tongue. What‘s gotten into her? "You know, i‘m so proud of you?" she mumbled into the dimmed room. "You told me more than once" you giggled, the striker not keeping her mouth shut on the way home. "Is there a but?" you asked sitting up as she didn‘t join your laughter, like she normally would. Straddling her waist, you looked at her with confused eyes, fingers playing with her baby hairs, "no. I was just wondering- you seemed angry?"

"How did you know?"

"amore, you‘re my girlfriend. I know everything about you." she grinned cheekily before she pressed a gentle lingering kiss on your cheek. "So?" pinching your sides, she questioned with her eyes, your own dotting around her face as a blush covered your cheeks, "shecheckedyououtandididntlikeitbecauseyouremygirlfriendandifeltjealous" you rushed out, your head falling the curve of her neck, your shy persona had taken over. "Come again?"

"she checked you out and i didn‘t like it because you‘re my girlfriend and i felt jealous" you admitted, face turning a deeper shade of red. The italian gave a loud laugh as you pulled back, playfully glaring at her, "not funny"

"It is! my jealous baby" you grumbled, crossing your arms over your chest, about to leave her lap and touch, "nah" grabbing your waist, she didn‘t gave you the chance as she held you tightly.

"You looked hot with that new energy" she purred in your ear while her thumbs drew circles on the bare skin at your legs, "and i love you" her lips pressed against your own as affirmation before she let her back flop on the bed, strong arms pulling you with.

At the end of the day, it didn‘t matter that she was a footballer and you’re boxer, if someone checked the other out the hell broke out.

And her friends loved you so everything was fine. A solid statement to love her forever.

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[intheshadowsbehindyou]

Hello! I love your writing style!! It's just so on spot, and I wanted to request some headcanons for the mercs with a gn! reader who doesn't really speak but they can communicate through sign language or paper for whatever reason, the thing is, the Merc and the reader find themselves in a really critical situation or just an incredibly intimate and comforting moment, blurting out for the first time something serious or stupid like "y'know when I first met you I thought you're really stupid...(affectionate)" IDK OF THIS MAKES SENSE OR IT'S WEIRD SORRY LMAOOA

(if you don't wanna do all of them you could do your faves & I hope there's a chance to add miss Pauling if possible😔) but anyway, too much to read,, sorry again!! Take care♡♡

Y/N with communication anxiety admits their feelings to the Mercs

Scout:

- He’s very chill and nonchalant about it. Although have fun hearing him talk his mouth off all the time and rant about random things. He takes a liking to you pretty quickly when you join his team and leans on the wall next to you tossing his ball from hand to hand and blowing bubbles with his bubblegum. “Heeey there slugger. What‘s your name? You look like a total nightmare today.” He says. When you don’t answer him and nervously gesture to your throat that you’d prefer staying quiet he pauses for a moment. “Not a talker, eh?”

- Literally will not shut the fuck up. Will talk to you for hours on end. Venting or just saying plain stupid shit to impress you. You find his personality rather charming and in exchange he seems to appreciate your content silence and preference to listen to him. Something that the other Mercs don’t really do.

- “Y’know, Y/N. I know this sounds fuckin’ weird but like— Thank you I guess? For listening to my nonstop ramblin. I mean.. Not many people stop to consider what I have to say.” He says this to you while you sit in Tuefort’s gazebo with him on a cold desert morning. “They just think i’m annoying I guess..”

- “Annoying yet charming and handsome nonetheless, Scout.” You finally work up the courage to mutter to him. Your voice is rasp and you smile.

- Scout pauses, then looks at you in complete disbelief. Did Y/N just speak? Atop of that it seemed to have been a flirtatious compliment. He takes a moment to process the situation and then sort of chortles. He runs his hand through his own hair and acts chill about it but on the inside he’s absolutely mad with feelings. “Wow.. That’s.. Yeah, OK.” he says, failing to find words. Face flushed with heat.

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Soldier:

- He was the first person to approach you in the base. Like ever. When he found out there was a new mercenary he needed to lay the ground rules to them as soon as possible. Instead of giving him a “Yes sir!” like he had hoped, you stared at him blankly. (I’d probably be rethinking this job offer.) Wondering why you hadn’t spoken up to him, he got close to your face and looked up and down you. “I’D LIKE TO HEAR A YES SIR PRIVATE!” Still nothing. You were too busy admiring his muscles. You’ve just met this man but you’d let him throw you off a bridge in an instant.

- When he still doesn’t get a response, he backs up and angrily fixes his helmet “Insubordination I see.. Heh. Okay.” He mutters and prepares to plan a punishment later. You are oddly charmed by his stupid greeting and you head to the nearest chalkboard and explain in writing why you can’t respond back. He lifts his helmet up to read it and then looks back at you. (The other Mercs are kind of stunned that Soldier even knows how to read in the first place.)

- “Ah, I see.. Strange tactical decision but not unheard of.” He responds, then straightens his posture apologetically. You two become close friends from then on. Medic has to explain to him later that you just have “mild” communication issues. For the first few months of your guys’ friendship the dumbass thought you were doing this to gain an upper hand.

- After a match one day you catch him smoking a cigar on a huge pile of bodies in the pouring rain. You step up the horrific mess of blood and guts to meet him. He doesn’t look too happy. Although Soldier never really opens up about anything to anyone. He’s way too deep in his little military fantasy. You sit next to him and put a hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Whatever the hell he was upset about you knew it wasn’t good. After a bout of silence you whisper “You’re a wonderful strategist, Soldier.”

- You can’t see his expression underneath his helmet but you can certainly hear his heartbeat quicken because of how close you are. His mouth nearly twitches up into a grin. He doesn’t respond to your compliment but he’s relieved to hear one nonetheless after all this time.

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Demoman:

- You find him making bombs in his quarters when you meet him for the first time. He doesn’t look too friendly but as you decide to walk by he immediately calls out to you. “Ayeee! New blood. Get ova’ here a second. Wee lil monster.” He beckons his hand aggressively.

- You walk over to him and he puts an arm around your shoulder. Patting you reassuringly. “Aye.. So It’s not gonna be easy livin’ here just so you know. We’re all a wee bit mad. Don’t take the others’ too seriously when dey bother ye.” He takes the responsibility upon himself to let you know as an older Merc it’ll be okay. He slaps you friendlily on the back after his conversation and sends you off. He doesn’t really question the fact you aren’t speaking.

- You immediately take a liking to him though. Mainly due to his explosive personality on the battlefield (pun intended.) He gets horribly drunk before doing any Mercenary work and acts goofy the entire time. His charisma pulls you in like a magnet. You want to speak to him but it’s so hard…

- After months of simping for this guy from afar, you slip a note under his doorframe professing your feelings to him. You hear him pick it up. The next thing you know, he barges into your quarters the next day after a match and grabs you by the shoulders. Asking you in complete disbelief if you actually meant everything you said.

- “Yes, I just think you’re really attractive!” you blurt out instinctively. Alarmed by his behavior. He lets you go; having heard your voice for the first time. The shock of the revelation and the sound of your voice, atop of the alcohol seemed to have done it for him. He immediately kissed you on the lips without warning. You’re the first person in years to say this to him.

- “I… Er.. “ He walks away after that. You have no fucking idea what the hell even happened.

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Engineer:

- You hear the sweet melody of a guitar echoing off the intel room. Despite its clearly southern origins you are drawn to it. As if it was some sort of hypnosis. You’d recognize that melody anywhere. The year was 1967 and you were no stranger to your own childhood. That was clearly “El Paso.” You’ve heard that song on the radio a million times already. But somehow this was different. The soothing voice it came from was singing it as if it were his own lullaby to the multiple sentries around him. The ones of his own creation of course.

- Next thing you know, you’re sitting next to him on the intel desk, sleepy as all shit from the melody and the white noise from the patrolling sentries. You wake up an hour later to embarrassingly finding yourself on this stranger’s lap. You want to profusely apologize to your colleague but nothing comes out.

- He doesn’t even seem phased. For some reason he was stroking your hair as he gazed off into the distance.

- Ever since that day you became close to Engineer. He was completely unbothered by your communication issues and actually kind of appreciates the silent times he has with you. He rarely speaks to you while hanging out either, out of respect for your boundaries. Only the occasional conversation here and there. You are both existing together.

- “I love you, Dell.” You finally say, after a night of drinking in his workshop with him. You are perched up on his lap as always and he’s petting you. At first he misunderstands this as platonic. “Aww..” He cooes. “No, I mean it. I’ve always found you so —“ You bury your face into his chest. Muffling the last part of your sentence “Safe to be around.”

- He’s unbelievably boiling with hormones on the inside. He tips his hardhat forward to hide his flustered face. Holding his own chin. “Dammit..” He mutters in an incredibly positive way. You’ve successfully won this man over.

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Heavy:

- He’s already met you before the job. Accidentally caught you in a coffee shop in Tuefort being yelled at by an ableist Karen and he took it upon himself to nearly strangle her for you. Heavy doesn’t tolerate behavior like that. You need to insult people with style or nothing at all. Don’t pick on their disabilities. Aim for the most stereotypical high school bully route possible. Come on, you gotta be an asshole skillfully.

- He could tell you were different the moment you joined the team. But that’s fine. He was quite misunderstood too. Heavy wasn’t a dumb himbo. He was a GIANT man with a lust for blood. Although he enjoyed chaos as much as any Merc, Heavy also valued silence. Something that you provided him with your presence. You catch him deliberately body shielding you on the battlefield because he knows this communication issue didn’t come out of nowhere. You’re distressed. This was his subtle attempt to let you know he cared.

- He catches you unable to sleep one night. He opens your door and notes the fact your light was still visible through the cracks. You’re sitting on the bed in an uncomfortable fetal position.

- “Little thing will not sleep?” He asks you. Although he has his typical hardened expression the question suggested he cared. “Hm. Stay here. Heavy will grab bedtime story.”

- He reads you an old Russian classic. Although depending on who you are you might not understand it. Regardless the soft sounds are alluring sleep. It’s clear he’s read people stories many times before because his whispers hit all the right places.

- You mumble to him a thank you. Which makes him pause mid sentence. He doesn’t know how the ever living fuck to process what he’s feeling right now. It’s a mixture of affection and the pang of what is typically the start of romantic attraction. Ew gross he’s feeling soft and fuzzy emotions.

- You pull him under the covers with you eagerly. He grumpily obeys but he doesn’t know why. He nearly destroys your bed with his weight and has to put you on his chest to cuddle. You can hear the sound of the ubercharged baboon heart inside him. Still pumping away and working to keep him going. You slip into slumber easily.

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Pyro:

- Talking is overrated anyway. Nobody really understands Pyro when they speak under the mask. Trying to say something simple like “There’s a spy behind you.” is often met with a confused expression. When Pyro meets you, it’s when he’s allured by your skills on the battlefield. In their point of view you are a glorious unicorn prancing around a field of pollen. (More like debris from the enemy soldiers’ rockets but that’s besides the point.)

- There are rare moments where Pyro is completely lucid and self aware of the fact they’re a mercenary for hire though. They compliment you on your abilities after a match and it takes you a while to understand but you nod.

- They won’t. stop. complimenting. you. You are dragged to his tea parties and childish shenanigans and you find over time it’s surprisingly pleasant to escape from the bloodshed once and a while. Cuddling sessions ensue as time goes on.

- You catch their face without their suit while they’re getting changed. That is vulnerability that Pyro wasn’t ready for yet. They break down sobbing and self depreciating and you feel heartbroken. Who the hell taught them to hate themselves so fucking much? You’re having a bit of empathy overload right now as they squeal and choke up. Finding no other alternative but to speak blissful things about their appearance and personality. Hearing you speak for the first time makes them cry more. (In an incredibly positive way luckily.)

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Sniper:

- Oh shit. Another person whose super quiet for some reason?! Except your situation is different. You’d like to socialize but it’s difficult. Sniper doesn’t want to socialize and he hates basically everybody. But he has that “grumpy older brother who teases you” energy. He’s well aware you’re younger than the other Mercs and therefore a tad easier on you.

- He’s scoping out a crack in the window when he feels your presence behind him. His shoulders stiffen and that’s how you know he senses you. “Blimey. You’d make a terrible Spy.” he mutters. Bringing his gun away from the hole to put it down and face you. His hypersensitivity to noise is no doubt from being stabbed a million times.

- You wonder how he’s able to tell it’s even you in the first place. He’s possibly grown accustomed to how each Mercenary sounds when they approach his nest. You can smell the scent of strong cologne mixed in with bond fire lingering off him. Couple that with the fact that he’s so unbelievably hot? You came to bring him some morning coffee but you end up setting it down to spontaneously hug him.

- “Wh— fuck.” He growls. Both caught off guard and swaying a bit. Trying to adjust to extra weight. He hesitantly hugs you back. Wondering if you were sick or something and needed soothing. He doesn’t understand why anybody would want this from him. It takes him a minute to put his arms around you and pat you.

- “What’s wrong mate?” he says, in your ear. This man might be giving you a voice kink if you don’t already have one. Holy shit. You don’t want to be humiliated by your own voice in front of him and your lips quiver. Incapable of finding the words you’re thinking of. “You’re cute.” you finally say. In a last ditch effort when no other words came to mind. To say you desperately wanted this man was an understatement.

- You hear him take a sharp breath in. He stifles a groan from the amount of energy you just shot into his godamn stomach. Not only was it a pleasure to hear your voice for the first time but it felt intimate. He was very sensitive to things like this. You swore you could hear this man purring in your ear like a cat. He was evidentially as touch starved as you were.

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Medic:

- No speaking?! Oh! this man has to study you like right fucking now. What a curiosity. He’s never met somebody who had issues speaking like this before. He hates to admit —and won’t admit for that matter — that he might be doing this out of emotion as well. Believe it or not Medic can be an incredibly emotion driven person. Not just for the pleasures of harming people but the unwanted sympathy that comes with being human. He hates the idea he might care for you. Why does he even feel that way? It’s not like you’re different from any other Merc..

- Except you are. You’re you. That’s the problem. You’re lovable in every way and no amount of rumination will ever explain why.

- His first instinct upon discovering this about you is to ask you questions about how bad it is. Obviously quickly realizing how stupid that is — he hands you his clipboard and a fresh piece of paper to communicate. “Do you speak if at all?” “Do you experience this in the presence of certain stressors?” “Did you have traumatic experiences that led to this?” “Is this perhaps a case of selective mutism?”

- You scramble to write down incredibly passive aggressive and sarcastic answers but they are answers nonetheless. He seems pleased with the results. Under normal circumstances you’d hate being treated like a guinea pig but his excited smile was charming. The fact that somebody wanted to understand your situation so badly was a bit riveting. He was hungry for information about the human existence. “Danke!”

- You catch something you’d never suspect in a mad scientist such as himself. While he’s drawing mathematical equations on his chalkboard one night he periodically looks over his shoulder to frown at you while he thinks you’re not paying attention.

- He’s doing a terrible job at hiding his human nature. There was a bout of emotion in his eyes about your health. As much as the doctor tried to remove this from his work, it kept rearing its ugly head in certain situations. “I love you, Doctor.” You tell him.

- SNAP. His fingers break the chalk in half. Just like his crumbling facade. You could see his eye twitch as he accesses ten thousand possible answers he could give you in his mind. “Aheh, could you give me a moment, bitte?” He tells you. Waltzing into the other room. You could hear muffled screaming coming from his bedroom. He regrets taking this job and wished he died in police custody.

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Spy:

- YES! FINALLY SOMEONE WHO DOESN’T MAKE HIM WANT TO PULL HIS HAIR OUT AND BACKFLIP OFF A CLIFF

- Spy elegantly invites you to his quarters one night after weeks of avoiding you the first time you come here. He pours you some wine and hands you a glass. (adjusting your hand in the process because you’re holding the glass wrong.)

- “Do you know why I brought you here?” He asks. Pacing around the room and lighting himself a cigarette from his disguise kit. In all honesty you have no idea why but the sight of such a handsome older man doing this for you was distracting. “It is your performance as of late. You are throughly calculated I must say.” You couldn’t agree with this, but you wondered if he had some sort of thing for competent people. (Your assumptions are correct.)

- …. “Not to mention quieter than me when I scope out prey.” He mentions. Waving the cigarette between two fingers. He was a Spy and you had no doubt he was trying to read you like a book but having difficulties. He was especially accustomed to having small talk with the other Mercs to better fake their counterparts when disguised as them. You couldn’t help but feel a little flattered over the fact that not even a Spy could properly look through you.

- He looked at you rather frustratingly once he realizes you’re still not speaking. “Not even the slightest bit of speaking. Do you realize how much harder you make my job?” He complains sarcastically. You can’t help but crack a humored grin at this. He isn’t being ableist in this situation, rather he’s angry he can’t psychoanalyze somebody. You knew it was within’ a Spy’s nature to instinctively do this.

- He responded positively to your grin. Moving away and dragging his cigarette. Trying to hide a bit of his own amusement. “Yes, yes. You find my suffering to be equivalent to the entire circus.” He says. “But in in all honesty your silence is preferred.” Spy moves in and lifts your chin up with his pointer finger.

- “Tu es agréable à côtoyer..” He hisses. His voice sounding like a hungry cat as he draws closer to you. Spy has a very distinct look in his eye. One that basically screams thoughtful and mysterious. You nearly passed out at the unintentionally romantic gesture.

- “Please throw me off a fucking building.” You say.

- “What?”

[sarcasstic-jpmvr]

Ok headcanon time:

Bucky Barnes didn‘t go to cryo in Wakanda

Instead, he spent it at home, in New York, at Tony‘s Tower (I refuse to call the the Avengers’ Tower, deal with it)

He has Steve close by, and a special reinforced room Tony built for him specifically

He‘s exactly where he belongs

One minor issue, though:

He is known to go to sleep and wake up as the Winter Soldier, going on little killing-sprees (nothing ever truly happened, given that we‘re talking about him living with the Avengers)

Anyways, we‘re talking about Bucky having to be physically restrained and put in his room, locked behind a vibranium door with a lock only two people can open from the outside: Tony and Steve

One night, Tony is up late, clearly on one of his project-binges, bless his hyperfocused soul

He goes to the kitchen to get more coffee (mind you, it‘s like, 3 a.m.)

He passes Bucky‘s room, and heres him shouting stuff in Russian and slamming his whole weight against the walls of his room

Being the idiot kind-hearted person that he is, he pauses his midnight-coffee-run and goes to Bucky‘s door

„F.R.I.D.A.Y, gimme the video feed of the room“

He sees what‘s going on inside the room, Bucky‘s clearly not Bucky, and he decides to gently knock on the door while still looking at the video feed

„Hey Buckaroo, are you alright in there?“

The Winter Soldier pauses, and looks straight in the camera

„Mission incomplete, request immediate assistance.“

Tony‘s mildly upset by the ice-cold tone of voice and the sharp blue eyes, but he decides to just roll with it

„Alright. Soldat, I am giving you a new mission.“

„Listening.“

„Your new mission is to go lay down on the bed to your right, and sleep.“

The Winter Soldier is obviously confused

Like, honestly, how could Sir even say that??????

„Sir?“

„You heard me right. Go to sleep.“

So that‘s exactly what he does

Obviously Tony tells Steve what happened

And it sort of becomes this little ritual

Every single time Bucky falls asleep, either Tony or Steve go to his door, and when the Winter Soldier wakes up, they give him the mission to go to sleep

Tony programmed F.R.I.D.A.Y to do it, and it didn‘t work

So they continue their nightly ritual

Bucky doesn’t know they do it, he just notices that he wakes up in the morning and he isn‘t sore for once

One night, Steve and Tony go to Bucky‘s door at the same time, and Tony, being the sleep-deprived little munchkin he is, confesses having feelings for Bucky and Steve

He doesn‘t realise he did it, Steve just stands there flabbergasted while Tony is barely able to stay awake, eventually falling asleep and toppling over into Steve‘s arms

Steve just brings him to bed and contemplates a whole lot about his own new feelings for Tony and his own old feelings for Bucky

Tony wakes up the next day with no recollection of what happened thaz night and just goes on about his day, confused when he doesn‘t see Steve in his lab sketching

Meanwhile, Steve is having the talk with Bucky, where Bucky realises that he, too, feels something for the mechanic

They decide the best course of action is to just straight up go to Tony and tell him they want to be with him

Being the ”40 gentlemen they are they want to court him the proper way

So they go on and do that, Tony obviously being very happy about the fact that not one but two of his crushes like him back

However, as the night falls, they forget one teensy tiny thing

Murder-kitten Winter Soldier who awakens as the night falls

Tony and Steve wake up to their third tossing and turning and grunting in his sleep, obviously fighting an inner battle with himself

They look at each other, unsure what to do, and then just decide to envelop Bucky in their arms

Steve is plastered against Bucky‘s back, spooning-style, while Tony just straight up octopus-latches himself to Bucky‘s front, squashing his face in Bucky’s chest (at this point Steve is carrying the weight of a super-soldier and a 5ft9 human)

Bucky twitches a few more times, before his pinched expression smoothens and his tense muscles relax

They all fall asleep peacefully

And that‘s the first time since the return of James Buchanan Barnes that he goes to sleep and wakes up as himself

[daisyblog]

Once In A Lifetime

My Drummer Masterlist Summary: YN is given a one time opportunity to join the Jonas Brothers on tour as their drummer, and Harry supports her.

Warning: emotional abuse (YN’s family are not kind to her).

With Harry being back on tour, YN really felt herself slip back into reality. The reality of still being in Holmes Chapel, watching her best friend become Harry Styles and not just her Harry. But watching him up on stage with the other boys, made her feel prouder than she had ever felt before. 

YN was on her way home from college, her earphones sat in her ears blaring ‘Dreams’ as her feet walked slowly towards her house. Fleetwood Mac was one of her and Harry’s favourite’s band, so listening to their songs brought her a sense of comfort and closeness, despite him being over the other side of the world. 

At the sight of YN’s family house, she stopped in her tracks from across the road. YN noticed both her parent’s cars in the driveway, meaning they were home earlier than usual. Interrupting her thoughts, the front door opened and out walked her older brother, their Mum following him. YN moved out of sight behind a parked large green van not wanting them to see her.  

“Bye Lucas, I love you my baby!”. YN rolled her eyes at her Mum’s voice from where she was ducking behind the van. “Please be careful!”.

“I will Mum, love you.”. Lucas could be heard shorting back before he got into his new car. 

“Oh Lucas?”. YN heard her Mum once again. “If you see your sister, tell her to get her arse home!”. YN couldn’t help but let out a pathetic laugh at how her Mum’s attitude completely changed when it came to her. 

“What‘s the witch done this time?”. YN’s fist clenched as the anger bubbled inside her. 

“Failing her classes again.”. She could only guess that her Mum stood there with a disappointed look with her hands on her hips. “She’ll never amount to anything that girl!”. 

Tears threatened to spill, but the last thing YN wanted to do was show them that they were hurting her. She was determined to prove them wrong. Sure she was failing but she was being forced to do a class she said she didn’t want to do. What did they expect?

Wanting to prolong her time before having to go back home, she turned to walk in the opposite direction, her feet picking up speed as she longed to get to her favourite place. Not giving it a second thought, YN opened the front door, warmth hitting her along with the smell of lasagna. 

“YN? Is that you my darling?”. Anne shouted as YN closed the front door behind her, taking her shoes off by the stairs and hanging her coat up. Her usual routine!

“Yeh, it’s just me Anne!”. YN answered as she walked further into the house. Noticing that Anne had added a few more photo of Harry and the other boys. 

“I’m cooking some dinner, do you want to stay and have dinner with us?”. Anne wildly smiled as YN sat at the kitchen table, joining her in the kitchen. 

“My favourite! Yes please!”. YN had been having Anne’s dinners since she could remember and they were always the best, made from scratch and just absolutely delicious. 

“It’ll be ready in about an hour my love.”. Anne looked up at the clock that hung on the wall as she closed the oven door. “How was college my darling?”. 

“Awful!”. YN played with her fingers as Anne sat opposite her at the table. “I’m failing another class now.”. 

Anne looked at the young girl in front of her. The one she had known since she was a little three year old with plaits in her hair, the one who followed Harry around the school yard and as they got older so Harry and YN’s friendship blossomed. They would spend majority of their teenage years at her house, either singing and playing the drums in the garage or watching episodes of Friends on repeat, tucked up under a blanket in the living room. 

Anne reached over the wooden table, to hold YN’s hand in hers. “It’s not that you’re failing sweetheart…you’re not doing something you enjoy.”.

“Try explaining that one to Julie and Steven.”. YN sounded defeated, like she was close to giving up. “Is it okay if I go in the garage for a bit?”. 

“Of course love…that’s what we bought them for.”. Anne smiled at YN, knowing the garage was somewhere where her and Harry spent a lot of time. 

YN closed the door that stood between the house and garage, not wanting to disturb Anne and Robin. YN looked at the black drum kit that sat in the middle of the room. Posters of all her and Harry’s favourite artists scattered over the walls. A photo of them both sat on the shelf, they both smiled wildly at the camera as Harry had his arm wrapped around her shoulder. 

As she sat on the stool behind the drums, the wooden sticks in her hands, YN felt like she had something to prove. She got up and positioned her phone so it could record her and moved Harry’s microphone to angle where should could sing as she played. 

The backing track began to play, YN began to tap the drums with her stick, completely getting lost in the moment already. 

Listen to the wind blow, watch the sun rise

Running in the shadows, damn your love, damn your lies

And if you don't love me now 

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying

You would never break the chain 

And if you don't love me now 

You will never love me again

I can still hear you saying 

You would never break the chain 

YN’s soft but strong voice belted out the song as her hands and arms moved to hit the drums with the beat. Finishing the song, YN watched the video back on her phone. For once, she was proud of herself. So taking the leap, she posted it onto her Instagram, captioning it ‘Drumming is my heartbeat.’ for all of her 238 followers. 

The rest of YN’s evening was spent eating dinner with Anne and Robin. They spoke about how well Gemma was doing at university, how One Direction was getting bigger and bigger by the day and how much they missed Harry. They even told YN how proud they were of her for pushing herself everyday to do what she was doing, even though she disliked it. 

YN pushed herself through the anxiety of going back to her house. She tip toed through the front door, hoping her parents wouldn’t realise she was home. As she put one foot on the stairs, her name was called. 

“Come in here now!”. Her Mum’s voice demanded from the living room. YN reluctantly walked into the room and stood close to the door. “Where have you been?”. 

“I’ve been over Anne and Robin’s, I had dinner with them.”. YN explained, as she lifted her bag up higher on her shoulder. 

“You spend way too much time over there!”. Her Dad made a comment, as he slouched in the armchair, not taking his away from the tv screen. 

“It’s probably one of the reasons she’s failing her classes Steven.”. Julie shook her head, her eyes piercing into YN’s. “Have you got anything to say for yourself?”. 

YN didn’t usually answer back, she just stood and took whatever was said about her. But tonight she changed. “I don’t want to be an accountant, I don’t want to follow in your footsteps, I’m not you or Dad…I want to just be me.”:

Steven rolled her eyes and Julie let out a sarcastic laugh. YN’s stopped dropped at their reactions. All she wanted was to be enough. 

“Where has that gotten you so far?.” Her Mum’s comment cut deep. “Hmm? You’re not going to get far YN, you’re just a girl who thinks she can play the drums all day every day…it’s pathetic!”. 

YN went to respond but her father interrupted. “I’ve had enough of your attitude and behaviour…just go to your room.”.

As YN got to her bedroom door, thinking she had escaped the toxic behaviour of her family for the day, Lucas appeared. 

“Oi! Delete that video…I’ve had people messaging me saying how good you are and it’s embarrassing!”. Her brother stuck his head out from his bedroom door. “It’s bad enough we’ve got to listen to your little boyfriend, and his silly band on the radio everyday without thinking you can sing too!”. 

YN slammed the door shut, locking it behind her. Her way of shutting out the world. It was nights like tonight that YN would escape over to Harry’s house, and he would reassure her that her family were to blame. But with Harry over the other side of the world, she felt lost. 

She got into bed that night and scrolled through her Twitter to see what Harry and the band had been up to from the fans. Lost in the moment of scrolling, her phone pinged and her favourite name appeared. 

Harry 💙: I miss you my little drummer! I saw your video, one of our favourites. You’re amazing! I miss our days of singing and drumming in the garage. The other boys are so impressed with you too. Keep banging those drums. Love you xx

---

It was a few weeks later and YN had continued to post video covers of herself singing and playing the drums. It felt like therapy to her, her escape from reality. The views and positive comments she was getting, really encouraged her. It boosted her confidence and made her feel worthy for once. Lucas still tried to knock her down, he even showed their parents saying that she was embarrassing them as a family. 

Harry continued to send her positive messages, encouraging her to keep doing it and saying how he looked forward to them every day. Even the Niall and Louis had messaged her on Twitter to say how good she was and how jealous they were of her drumming skills. Her and Niall had made a deal that if he taught her to play guitar, she would teach him to play the drums. 

YN had just left college for the day, like usually her earphones were placed into her ears as she walked. The sound of an email went off and a notification appeared on her screen. Opening it up, curious to see what it was, YN couldn’t believe what she was reading. 

Good Afternoon, YN

I hope this email finds you well. 

I’m Johnny Wright and I am a Talent Manager at Hollywood Records, and currently managing the Jonas Brother’s. They have a tour starting in October this year and we are recruiting a drummer. 

We have seen your talent via videos from your social media, and are interested in arranging a meeting with yourself to discuss you becoming apart of the tour. 

We can see that you are currently residing near Manchester in the UK. If you decide you would like to proceed with the meeting, I can arrange for us to meet in London. All accommodation, travel and expenses for yourself and one other person will be paid for. 

I hope to hear from you soon.

Best wishes

Johnny 

Talent Manager

YN stopped in her tracks, re-reading the email over and over. “This has to be a joke!”. She whispered to herself. She needed to tell Harry, but just as she was about the click on his contact to phone him, she stopped herself realising it was the middle of the night for him. 

She held a bit of hope that her parents would be thrilled and support her through this incredible opportunity. For the first time, YN ran home as fast as her legging covered legs would take her. She pushed through the front door with force. 

“Mum? Dad?”. She called through the quiet house. 

“Oh stop shouting YN, we’re only in here.”. Julie demanded, from where she stood in the plain beige kitchen. 

“Look at this!”: YN pushed her phone, displaying the email, into her Mum’s hands. “Isn’t this amazing?”. A proud grin shined brightly on her lips. 

Julie read through the email quickly, before handing the phone back to YN and continued to cook. YN looked at her Mum, waiting for her response, but nothing came. 

“Mum?”. She encouraged, praying this was the moment she needed to prove to her family that she was capable and that she could make them proud. 

“You’re not going.”. Julie said flatly as she stirred the food in the saucepan. “They’re trying to humiliate you, not to dishearten you but you can’t sing and you’re not that good on the drums either.”. 

“We’ll see about that!”. YN answered back, determined to prove her own mother wrong. 

YN made her way over to one place she knew she’d have the best reaction, Anne’s house. walking through the door, she could see a suitcase sitting in the hallway. She thought Gemma may have been home from university. But walking around the corner, for the second time that day she couldn’t believe her eyes. 

“Harry?”. YN ran straight into his arms, holding him tight. “Oh I’ve missed you!”: 

Harry’s arms held her tight, leaving no space between their bodies. “Not as much as I’ve missed you.”. 

“You didn’t tell me you were coming home.”. YN questioned him as they broke apart. 

Harry shrugged his shoulders as he looked between his Mum and YN. “Wanted to surprise two of my favourite women!”. He cheekily chuckled. 

“Well you’ve got good timing because I’ve got something to show you.”. 

YN showed Harry and Anne the email from Johnny. They were so incredibly proud and supportive of her. They encouraged her not to listen to her Mum and this was a one time opportunity and she needed to do it for herself. 

---

A week later, YN found herself in Harry and Louis’ flat in London, where she was staying for the weekend and for her meeting for the Jonas Brother’s tour. YN was nervous, excited too but scared that she was going to mess up. 

Before she headed off to where the meeting was being held, Harry and Louis both gave her a positive talk. 

“You’re going to do great and one thing you need to do is believe in yourself.”. Harry started the positivity talk. 

“Harold’s right YN…you’re incredible and you don’t give yourself enough credit…go in there and smash those drums.”. YN smiled at how lucky she was that Harry brought four amazing boys into her life. 

“I’ve always said you’re the only girl who I’d want to bang my drums.”. Harry sent YN a wink at his attempt to be a little cheeky. 

“Harry!”. YN playfully pushed his arm. 

YN was gone for around three hours and Harry and Louis couldn’t help but pace their flat. Trying to keep themselves distracted but it was no help because time only seemed to slow down. They were sat watching a football game on the tv when they heard a knock at their door. They both ran in a race to opened the door first, Harry winning and there waiting to be let in was YN.

“I’m going on tour!”. YN shouted excitedly to the both of them. Harry scooped her up into his arms and hugged her tight. He was proud beyond words. 

[mommyownsmee]

hii! 21 for the asks, im curious as to what your style is.

also if you don’t mind, could i be 🧊 anon? i love that emoji idk why😭

& i hope you’re having a great day today so farrr! :)

Thank you for your question! 𝒙𝒙

[I‘ll add a picture of myself. Yes you can be. The emoji is nice. I hope you had a great day. Mommy‘s day was very stressful.]

21: What‘s your favourite outfit to wear?

At the moment it‘s simply just lingerie.

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[zeroducks-2]

20 Questions for Fic Writers!

@sproutwings tagged me in this, thanks Sandrine ♥ I'll give it a try!

How many works do you have on AO3? on the Zero_Ducks account, 37 (+1 unrevealed).

What’s your total A03 word count? 393,092

What fandoms do you write for? Only DCU at the moment.

What are your top five fics by kudos? (all of these are Sladick!)

You could be my luck, with 394 Kudos. REALLY? Oh well that's a discovery lol. Dick gets pollened and hides in Slade's safehouse because it's the closest he can get to, hoping Slade isn't home. Slade is in fact right there.

Darling Little Things, with 355 kudos. Also quite the surprise! Omegaverse in which Dick is pregnant with Slade's pup, but hasn't told him out of fear Slade wouldn't want them. Everything goes surprisingly well.

Served Cold, with 338 kudos. This one was expected since it's more than a single chapter and was a pretty anticipated entry of my Sladick series. Slade takes his revenge on a hit that Dick ruined.

lie in your bed the way you made it, with 327 kudos. LMAO. I love this fic. It has to be one of the filthiest I've ever written. A pwp in which Dick took a blow intended for one of Slade's marks, and not wanting him to die, Slade has to take care of his sorry ass.

Slade's lucky day, with 301 kudos. My very first Sladick fanfic! Slade is on a mission in Montenegro, and Dick is too. They end up accidentally and less accidentally helping each other, with some strings attached.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Always. Fandom remains stagnant without interaction, and that's on writers too, not just on readers. Also if I post a fic (which doesn't happen often compared to how many fics I write) is because I want to talk about it with other people!

What’s the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Among those I posted on AO3, probably Losing Game. It's an Eobarryiris fic, and I imagined a potential way it could go well but it ends on a very angsty note (it's a timeloop situation in which they have no idea how to break it, and one of them keeps dying in every cycle so they keep resetting it because they can't let him go).

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? It has to be Darling Little Things, it ends on a very fluffy note.

Do you get hate on your fic? Not regularly but it happened. What hate gets there is promptly deleted, trolls are not to be fed.

Do you write smut? My smut has plot sometimes.

Do you write crossovers? No, the most I can do is "characters from X universe are now in Y universe", but I don't mash-up characters.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah. Long story. Bad ending. It was years ago though.

Have you ever had a fic translated? A couple of times, not from the Zero_Ducks account though!

Have you ever co-written a fic? I co-write pretty often.

What‘s your all-time favourite ship? I am too ADHD to pick one. Speaking of the DC fandom (which I'm here for), Sladick and Eobarry which I'm sure doesn't come as a shock for anyone.

What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Boy I have 200+ WIPs I will never finish, and I really want to finish like 80% of them lmao. Probably Clipped. Based on the fact that I have no idea how to finish it (it's a Bad Guys Won scenario in which all them little birds are captive and in distress)

What’s your writing strengths? Smut!

What’s your writing weaknesses? Being that I'm not a native English speaker, I have a hard time writing in "styles" which penalizes the dialogues. I have no idea how to show that a character is a certain English speaking nationality, how to give them dialectic quirks, how to make them speak in an old fashioned way. I can in my native language though, and it frustrates me so much not to be able to "translate it".

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? If it's just a small line it's okay, it helps the immersion. If it's entire dialogues I don't see why, people don't understand it what's the point.

First fandom you wrote for? Possibly Spyro Gateway to Glimmer when I was 6 lmao.

Favourite fic you’ve ever written? Again strictly speaking for the Zero_Ducks account, I think it's Elegia. It's been almost two years but it holds the test of time, the emotions still feel very raw and the smut is still good (it's that one time Dick's suicidal behavior after Jason's death went a bit overboard, and Slade decided to do something about it whether Dick liked it or not).

I got to tag people now I guess! No pressure folks, it's just the law

@deepwithintheabyss @anawrites3 @waffleinator-inator @ftl-faster-than-life @ladytauria @thesandsofelsweyr and anyone who wants to do this!

[jedimordsith]

20 Questions For Writers

I was kindly tagged by the @takadasaiko !

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

33

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

702,174

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Star Wars Legends, specifically Luke & Mara and variants thereof.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

The Gift 

5 Times Mara Took A Vacation and the 1 Time She Didn't

Desideratum

Oracle

Dirty Bad Wrong

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

Yes! Sometimes it takes me a while but I respond to all comments except troll-y ones.

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

Generally, I prefer to resolve my angst by the end of a fic, but I left Nub Saar kind of open-ended so I think it takes the star on this one.

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

I'd say most of my fics get pretty promising endings and I can't quantity which one is "happiest" out of all of them.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Not much. I get people who don't like/understand what I've done with a particular character, pairing, or AU, but rarely to any degree that can't be easily ignored.

9. Do you write smut?

Yes! I love a good, satisfying smut scene (even if they can be a nightmare to write).

10. Do you write crossovers?

Nope.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I'm aware of.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I don't think so? 🤔

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Once. It was a good learning experience but not something that's often a good fit for my life and writing style.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Luke/Mara. OTP, full stop.

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Either Temple Grim, the Vader's Kid AU, or my Naboo Gothic. I love the concepts but they just keep sliding to the bottom of the priority list.

16. What’re your writing strengths?

Worldbuilding. I will put a stupid amount of effort into considering and researching the small details of things. I like to think this somehow compensates for all my weaknesses.

17. What’re your writing weaknesses?

I am extremely prone to writing long fic. Fight scenes are hard and I frankly avoid writing space battles because they're even worse. I feel zero compunction to respect any particular aspect of canon. I sometimes (somewhat unfairly) use particular characters as scapegoats for my convenience.

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

Coruscant Translator is a GIFT and I love throwing in snippets of canon languages where appropriate!

19. First fandom you wrote for?

I always wrote original fiction until I found fanfic through SW.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

I'm most proud of Dirty Bad Wrong, just because of the effort and logistics, but I don't have a proper favorite. All of my fics contain a piece of me and satisfied a particular impulse/desire, and that's all I can ask for.

[takadasaiko]

20 Questions For Writers

I was tagged by the lovely @illegalcerebral !

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

303

2. What’s your total AO3 word count?

2,425,506

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Are we talking about right now or overall? Right this moment I'm actively writing on a Star Wars fic and I have been poking at both an old and a new Once Upon a Time fic. Send help. Somewhere in here I need to write on my own project.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Second Chances (Avengers)

Howl Until it Hurts (Dirk Gently's Holistic Detective Agency)

The Price to be Paid (Once Upon a Time)

A Flicker of Light (Star Wars)

Everything Back to You (The Blacklist)

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

I try to! I'm much better at responding to comments on current projects (especially the most recent chapter that's been posted).

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

I really don't know... While I count a story a success if you're reaching for the kleenex box, people that read my stories know they can count on what I refer to as an earned ending. It's a good/happy ending with a ton of pain to get us there, but all in all I have a strong and proven habit of bringing characters back from the dead and giving the ships in my stories a solid ending.

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

Again, most of them are.

8. Do you get hate on your fic?

Oh sure. I'd say the most I received was in the Blacklist fandom. I got everything from asking me to change the name of my fic because it was the same song lyric the other author had chosen to being told I was an abuse condoner because I shipped a Mr and Mrs Smith styled couple. That was a truly wild fandom back in the day.

9. Do you write smut?

I don't. I'm very much a fade-to-black kind of writer.

10. Do you write crossovers?

Not really. Every great once and a while something might line up, but in general I keep things in-world.

I will say that one of my favourite fics ever was a crossover between OUAT and the Hunger Games that @toseehowthestoryends wrote.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Maybe? I feel like someone posted fics over on a site without my permission. If memory serves, they left my pen name on it though, so there are worse things.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I've had people ask if they are allowed to, but if they ever finished the project I don't know.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic?

Yep! I used to co-write very reguarly.

14. What‘s your all-time favourite ship?

Listen now. That's like asking me to choose a favourite child. What kind of rudeness is that? :P

I'll go with some of my longest running and ships I've loved for many years, how does that sound?

SkyJade (Luke Skywalker and Mara Jade from Star Wars)

Keen2 (Tom and Liz Keen from The Blacklist)

Dick Grayson/Robin/Nighting and Barbara Gordon/Batgirl/Oracle from Batman

Rumbelle (Rumplestiltskin and Belle from OUAT)

Romy (Remy LeBeau/Gambit and Rogue from X-Men)

15. What’s the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I keep looking at Burn the Worlds (OUAT) and thinking about picking it back up again. It was such an interesting and, dare I say unique premise that I'd love to finish it. I actually poked at it a bit the other day, so there's hope yet.

16. What’s your writing strengths?

I've always leaned into dialogue. I enjoy it, I've been told I'm pretty good at it, and when it flows it can make a scene. You can learn so much through what's said and all the little spaces between those words.

Interestingly enough, I think one of my weaknesses has become one of my strengths over the years. I used to be terrible at fight scenes, but I forced myself to write them and found that, eventually, I became better. Now I really enjoy them. They're fast pace and snappy and flow oh so nicely if everything fits into place :D

17. What’s your writing weaknesses?

For the life of me I can't keep a story contained? I'm also very bad at 'killing my darlings', as they say. Unless it's either a character I hate or a super minor character, I'm not fond of killing them.

I'm looking forward to Palpatine's eventual demise in AFoL....

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

I guess it depends on the situation and how much dialogue. There are characters that littler foreign phrases regularly like Remy from X-Men and his sporadic French, but I wouldn't be comfortable in trying to write blocks of French dialogue. The opportunity to screw it up is just too large and it's too difficult for the audience to read.

Saying that, I have a vague recollection of doing it for a story and adding the translations at the bottom of the chapter. Can't remember what story it was for, but in general I try not to make a habit of it unless the story demands it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh wow... I was going through some old stored documents the other day at my folks' place and found a collection of pages for what kiddo me was referring to as Lion King 2. Does that count?

I think Gundam Wing is probably the real answer. You know, when I knew what fanfiction was.

20. Favourite fic you’ve ever written?

Again, you're asking for the favourite child. Rude.

I have some that have a very special place in my heart:

Everything Back to You (The Blacklist), Such Great Heights (Wynonna Earp), A Flicker of Light (Star Wars), Second Chances (Marvel), and Courage of the Stars (Once Upon a Time)

Thank you again for the tag! No pressure tags going out to:

@theherothechampiontheinquisitor, @rebelmeg, @nimata-beroya, @jedimordsith, @clawedandcute, @ice-whisper, @intricatecakes, @exlibrisfangirl, @strivia, and anyone else!

[skipper1331]

Argument // Guro Reiten

Guro came home from training not very happy. And as soon as she saw you she only got angrier. It wasn‘t because of you - it never was. But it was about you. She heard a few of the staff members talking about you or rather your relationship. "Guro doesn’t deserve Y/n" or "Y/n is way out of her league" and much more than that. It made her mad. How could they say these things?

When you gave her a kiss (like you always did when she comes home) she walked past you, ignoring you. She loved your kisses, she really did but not after she heard what she heard. "What‘s wrong, baby?" you asked - she just snapped. After that everything is a blur. You both said things you shouldn’t have said but the both of you couldn‘t stop and your argument only grew. Neither of you backed down. Normally, arguments never came this far because the two of you would communicate your feelings. But Guro felt trapped, trapped in the sentences the staff stated.

"Well then. Go! Go fuck someone else!" you shouted. "I will!" Guro grabbed her keys and stormed out of your apartment. "What?" you frooze, shocked. With all her anger she slammed the door.

You moved like someone was controlling you as you sat down. She wouldn‘t, would she? You couldn‘t think, couldn’t breathe, everything hurt. Tears ran down your cheeks yet you couldn‘t cry. The tears ran, nothing more.

When Guro left she didn‘t no where to go so she simply sat in her car. She had to calm down. Go fuck someone else - she would never. No matter how mad she was, she would never do something like that. She loved you. You were the love of her life. And she hurt you. This wasn‘t supposed to happen. When she heard the staff talking all she wanted to do was to come home and be with you. She would‘ve told you about her day and you would‘ve resured her that she was the only one. But as she saw you smiling her mind was thrown back to the staff. They were right. You deserved better.

Did you think that she‘s fucking someone else right in this moment? It was dark when she left the car, hours later, you were probably asleep - she hoped you would be. Quietly, she put her keys down and took her shoes off. As she went further into the apartment though she noticed the lights in the living room. There you were, sleeping on the couch, curled into a ball. Guro could see the tear stains which made her heart ache. She picked up in a bridal style and carried you to bed. The brunette wrapped the blanket around you, made sure you were comfortable before she laid down herself. She didn‘t know If she should cuddle you because how things ended earlier but she also couldn‘t sleep without holding you so she just did it. As soon as you felt her strong arms around you you were awake. You turned in her embrace to look at her. You had to know "Did you do it?" you whispered, your voice quivering. "No," she breathed. Relief washed over you "I sat in the car doing nothing" there was no reason not to believe her. Her voice was sincerely and you could tell when she was lying - which she wasn‘t. "I would never" the winger took your trembling hand and placed it on her chest, right above her heart. "Do you feel that?" her heart was racing, beating fast. You nodded. "It always does when you‘re around me" she kissed your forehead "i promise you’ll get a big apology and explanation in the morning but lets sleep now. I missed you so much today, min kjæreste" she pulled you closer, your neck resting in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent. You had missed her too.

She still owed you an explanation but for now it was enough that she was with you.

"Jeg elsker deg"

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[kadextra]

11 And 13 For The Ask Game!

11. What‘s been your favorite arc so far?

answered here!

13. Who has the best lore in your opinion?

Again, Badl! I just love the dropping crumbs style of storytelling he does, and most importantly I’m a sucker for mythological angel and demon stuff

next I’d say Tubbo!! I really enjoyed the creation lore and his mysterious teased history of being some type of robot thingy and signing into a dangerous project, that’s awesome. he’s also got the same lore style Bad does so that’s a win

third is the one and only Fitmc of 2b2t, his lore cinematics slap everytime and look so beautiful <333333

[battlecriesandroses]

4, 5, 11, 24, 34 :3 💖

thank so much for asking!!

4: What’s your favorite book?

right now it's the perks of being a wallflower by steven chbosky but honestly it changes every day

5: What’s your favorite movie?

the secret life of walter mitty or cloverfield!!!

11: What‘s your favorite band?

oh god this question always gets me um. my top three right now are fall out boy, the oh hellos, or the mountain goats

24: What childhood show did you enjoy the most and why?

there were like soo many but if i had to choose i would say crashbox or charlie and lola!! i just loved the art styles on both of them <3

34: What is your phone lock screen/background?

the good omens one is my lockscreen and the undertale one is my background :))

[skyggsja]

Green Academia Masterpost

since i made the decision to call myself „green academia“ online i thought it would fit if i wrote a little explanation overview on what i think green academia actually is.

Background - i‘ve always been interested in the styles and aesthetics that are now known as dark/light academia, cottagecore, witchcore, hobbitcore etc. so naturally i became a fan of the actual aesthetics immediately when i first heard of them. but everything i have is green. my home, half of my wardrobe, everything and i wondered how i would be able to combine the aesthetics with my favourite colour. i ssearched up green academia - the term already existed in the aesthetics wiki and there were a couple results on google & pinterest but not what i‘d hoped to find. so i began to create stuff myself. by now the aesthetic has definitely gained momentum, especially on insta. the masterlist is my idea of what green academia is, but at the end of the day everybody makes it their own which is definitely part of the fun when it comes to aesthetics ♡

Green Academia Masterpost -

Overview

It goes hand in hand with light & dark academia - the academia aesthetics are always somewhat classic and sophisticated but also practical, can be modern or a bit vintage-y

Works with dark and light colours - obviously the colour green but also other earthy tones like brown, beige and the basics black, grey and white. but at the end of the day one can make any colour work

plants! anything plants. books about plants, plants in your room, plant prints, pressed plants, plant artwork

gardens, parks, creeks, botanical gardens, anything that‘s got plants and that‘s green is perfect

like any academia branch it romanticises learning (always be safe though!) and especially learning anything plant related. but art, literature, music, history,… all of that is still relevant here

folklore, fairytales, more or less witchy things, seasons, wheel of nature all fit here!!

i find that many hobbies go well with green academia: reading, naturally. painting, cooking, hiking, anything relating to tea, breeding butterflies, keeping your own garden/ plants / grow stuff on your balcony or windowsill/…

This aesthetic definitely works in many different ways. Old, ornate furniture would match the aesthetic, but modern and simple furniture would fit it as well. Personally, I‘ve been a fan of minimalism lately and I find that it hasn‘t hurt my love for green academia at all.

Some may refer to it as plant/botanical academia as well but personally, i prefer green academia as it doesn‘t „just“ refer to plants.

The Vibe

plant illustrations

old books with embossing on the covers

tea in pretty mugs

books about flowers and animals

fairytales that take place in forests or meadows

wood, marble, glass, ceramics, stoneware, linen, paper,…

foraging and collecting things from nature, collecting things like books or butterfly wings, generally collecting things

house aesthetics that feature natural colours, especially green. windows that look out into the green landscape

house plants / having your own garden

pottery embossed with real plants

tattoos of flowers and other plants

greenhouses, sitting areas outside in the green

green academia but combined with other aesthetics. lean more towards cottagecore one day and more towards hobbitcore the next

artwork by monet. but also preraphaelites like waterhouse!

you define the aesthetic and not the other way around, that‘s what‘s most important to always keep it real, authentic and sustainable as well. don‘t follow trends but if you feel something deep within your soul and you just know „this is me.“ then take your time exploring it, finding your own way and then rock it. it‘ll be so unique ♡

x natashia

[seanwinchester]

15 Questions 15 Mutuals

got tagged on main by @pirate-captain-kaira and @abnormalic (kiss kiss <3) but all my mutuals are here

 rules: answer the questions and tag fifteen mutuals.

1. Are you named after anyone?

not anyone i know, but my first name is derived from a comic character and my middle name is from a famous singer

2. When was the last time you cried?

two days ago, because of a tv show

3. Do you have kids?

nope

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

only a regular amount...

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

faces, i guess. style too

6. What‘s your eye colour?

blue-grey

7 Scary movies or happy endings?

both, i'm still a sucker for a good happy ending ngl, but scary movies are awesome

8. Any special talents?

being funny as hell and extremely lovable

9. Where were you born?

a small town in france

10. What are you hobbies?

writing poems, tumblr-blogging, watching movies/tv shows, reading fics (writing them sometimes)

11. Have you any pets?

nope, but the neighbor's cat comes by pretty often

12. What sports do you play/have played?

did climbing growing up, some pilates more recently. i'm not currently doing any sports

13. How tall are you?

1m62 - 5'3

14. Favourite subject in school?

english and history

15. Dream job?

don't really have one, but im okay with the path i've taken so far

god i think everybody's been tagged already, so if that's your case feel free to ignore it: @folsomprisonblues @jellybracelet @samwinchestergf @winchesterwhorehouse @trials-era-sam @mpregspn @dyed-red @brotherwives @synesindri @alwaysthrowsscissors @milfjohnwinchester @theangiediary @the-gray-ghosty @jaytwo @hanniibal

[kyungsooinsweetlies]

Cassiopeia + supernova!

Thank you for asking 🥺💙

Cassiopeia : what‘s your favorite book?

The Diary of Anne Frank.

I love biographies so much but this one‘s my all-time favorite. I remember the time when we read this book in grade 8 or 9(?) since it‘s part of the curriculum - in Germany, at least. I don’t think I have to mention Germany in WW2 that’s why it is more important to educate younger generations on this. The courage and style of writing of a 13-year old, make this book so much more captivating. I just love history in general, one of my, if not my biggest passion, that’s why I will always go with „The Diary of Anne Frank“ for my favorite book.

Supernova : what‘s one thing you want to do before you die?

A never-ending list, I‘d say 😅

My biggest have to be these two :

1) Travel to every country on planet earth, yes even the ones tourists avoid, e.g. Afghanistan, North Korea, Dem. Rep. Congo, you name it. My love for the world is HUGE. I love every country, culture, language, and I truly want to experience them. For that, I wholeheartedly wish to achieve this goal one day.

(Lil’ story : my bro and I want to travel South America in near future but the elders at home highly disagree 😂 like it‘s too dangerous and the other side of the world etc. Well, let‘s hope we‘ll make it there safe and vice versa :D)

2) Help people in need as much as I can and make the world a better place (I know, it is far-fetched) but(!) I want people to believe in the good. Helping is my favorite hobby, I love feeding (lol) people, I love every individual, and that‘s why I hope to do more so before I die.