#why am I only seeing this 102 days later??

[lucyswinter]

i love love LOVE your writing! i have a request for you. jonathan crane taking care of sick reader, praising her for taking medicine, loving on her, etc. i am going through it rn and want jonathan to take care of me

pairing: jonathan crane x sick!girlfriend!reader

genre: fluff

warnings: none!

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(a/n): TYSM FOR THE REC ML!! I know I took a long time to answer this but I hope you are feeling better ❤️‍🩹

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“Sweetheart, I’m home!” You hear each beat as Jonathan’s shoes connect with the hardwood floor. “Where are you pretty girl?”

“Here Jon” you call to him weakly, a rasp tainting your already debilitated voice.

“Baby?” Jonathan asks worriedly he finally peeks around the frame of your opened doorway. He sees you lying in bed, your nose red and tissues everywhere, and his brow furrows. “Oh, sweet girl, what happened? Are you feeling okay?” He pesters you as he sits down on the bed next to you and puts the back of his hand against your forehead. You flinch a little at the initial shock of coldness from his fingers. “Oh, you’re burning up love. I’m going to take your temperature really quick.”

“No, Jon, i’m fine.” You plaster a fake smile onto your face “It’s just a little cold it’s really noth-“ You begin protest, but you’re quickly interrupted by a sneeze. That was not helping your case…

“Don’t take this the wrong way, but you sound awful, my love. Just let me take your temperature to make sure we don’t need to take you to the doctor. Alright?” He puts a hand on your face and gently stroked your cheek.

“Fine” you grumble, turning away from Jonathan’s hand to release another beastly sneeze.

He grabs a thermometer from the dressed besides your bed and quickly turns it on. “Okay, open wide sweetheart”

You open your mouth, allowing him to softly place the cold metal tip of the thermometer under your tongue. You sat uncomfortably with your mouth wide open for what felt like an eternity, until you heard the little beep ringing in your ears, signaling Jonathan to pull it out, allowing you to close your mouth.

You look for to him to see his brows furrowed “What’s my temp, doc?”

“You’re 102 degrees, sweetie. I don’t think we need to go to the doctors, but you’re definitely sick. Why don’t I get you some water and ibuprofen?”

You nod softly. He leans down to give you a kiss on your warm cheeks, and walks out of the room to go get you water.

He walks back in moments later holding a glass of water and a pink pill. “Here baby, take this.” He hands you the pill and puts the water on the beside table. He sits down next to you again and strokes your cheek.

“Oh my sweet sick girl. Can you take that pill for me, love?” Jonathan asks you quietly.

You nod before opening your mouth and placing the tasteless pill on your tongue. You take the glass of water from beside you and takes swig, washing the pill down with it.

“Mmm good girl. There you go” he smiles at you, rewarding you with a kiss on the forehead. You yawn in response, prompting him to chuckle.

“Sleepy, are we?” He asks through a laugh.

You nod again and he hums as he softly moves you to the side so that he can lie down on the bed next to you, his nose nearly touching yours. He leans his chin up and gives the tip of your nose a small kiss.

He smiles at you as you blink, eyes heavy with tiredness. He turns away for a moment to put his glasses on the bedside table.

“It’s been a long day, hasn’t it, my love.” He whispers to you as he plays with a strand of your hair.

“Yeah, it has.” you answer, your voice quiet and slightly congested.

Jonathan glides his thumb from your hair to your cheek, stroking it in a relaxing rhythm that only pushes you closer to sleep. He puts a final kiss on your nose and then pulls you against his chest. “Well, it’s time for bed now, my love. You need to get some sleep.” He orders softly.

“But Jon, you’ll catch my sick” you whisper sleepily into his chest.

“Shh, I’ll be fine, baby. You just get some rest, sweet girl. You’re probably exhausted.”

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[hananoami]

˗ˏˋ ♡ 𝓪𝒇𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝓵𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒍 𝓾𝒑 𝗐/ 𝓧𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒆𝒓 ♡ ˎˊ˗

Next up on my affinity level up series is my adorably precious starlight, XAVIER! Please don't think I am not giving him enough love and attention just because his affinity level is less than the other two I've posted about thus far... ૮₍˶Ó﹏Ò ⑅₎ა It's because Lumiere is so powerful I was able to clear Open Orbit - Stage 120 and his Directional Orbit: Light - Stage 120 first! Afterwards I didn't have any reason to level up any his memories unless it was for the sole purpose of gaining affinity points directly for him. I eventually ended up doing that later to obtain his couple's ring before v2.0 came out. You can read more about it here. I was able to passively gain affinity points with him from the new achievements I've unlocked at login (clearing his directional orbit: light - stage 120 and working out with him for 60 days). Like the others, I also went back to respond to any unreplied text messages/phone calls/moment's post. I really need to be better about replying them to as soon as I see notifications on my phone's section. I also selected one of his solar myth pairs as one of my options in the limited-time banner, Pulse Hunter. I am so tired of getting his [Lightseeking Obsession] memory. Why? I have seen that one 6 times!! SIX!!! You only need 4 copies to fully rank out a memory! Meanwhile his counterpart [Lightseeking Shadowrend] eluded me like no other. I only saw that memory once in all my pulls... until now! That memory was the first 5-star I pulled from Pulse Hunter, bringing it to Rank 1 and unlocking the duo rank 1 memory pair bonus! With that I also obtained his [Dawn's Traveler: Torn] outfit and the special cutscene (his block) during combat! He's only a couple of levels behind the other two, but I still don't think I'll be proactively leveling up anything unless I need to for the deepspace trials. Right now I need to be using those precious leveling resources to get Sylus caught up...

AFFINITY: DEVOTION REWARDS UNLOCKED

102: unlocked Moment's Post: Bargaining Practice

103: unlocked Text Message: Spicy Soup, Xavier: Kitty Command (pose)

[kyouka-supremacy]

Any predictions on what is going to happen in and after this arc?

I don't think I'm very good at predictions (╥﹏╥) I really can't guess what's Dostoyevsky's deal, but if else, that makes following the current manga events all the more exciting! Again, by the looks of it we're going to find out the backstory of a character that was first introduced in 2013, so reading the last chapter was a real “whoa” moment for me. As for the guesses I can take, it really doesn't go much further than:

Whatever is going on in the last chapter between Dostoyevsky and Bram is probably going to lead to Bram's demise as it was shown in chapter 102.

I think there's likely some connection between the scars (?) on Bram's face and the way medieval Dostoyevsky displayed an analogous one in the last chapter, because they're too similar to be put there randomly.

Something I haven't seen being brought up is the possibility of Dostoyevsky being able to time travel rather than be eternal, which even though doesn't feel like the most convincing explanation, I feel like it's too soon to fully exclude either?

Jokes aside, I don't think Akutagawa has any real chance to play a role in this, because it's evidently something that's happened in the past. And though the author looves time traveling shenanigans, that feels a bit of a stretch. Although the last attire we saw Akutagawa in did resemble a medieval aesthetic, so who knows if he doesn't have some other kind of connection to the events…

But I DO feel like the change in appearance must be telling of some new alliance. Likely something from Europe. We know the author is probably going to move the focus to European authors next, they already seemed to suggest so in an interview, and if God allows it it's finally going to be time for Agatha and the Order of the Clock Tower.

I. Idk. Have been growing an underlying suspicion that the 2-hours-later sskk scene is going to be a spinoff movie to come some time in the future. It's going to feature time traveling shenanigans (see the very limited timeframe skip) and Fukuchi coming back in a new weird form and sskk getting their rematch with him I have been saying they narratively deserve. Overall it's something that won't be covered by the manga à la Dead Apple, standalone and that can be skipped past. It does make sense marketing wise because it'll be years before the manga will have released enough content for another anime season, and given that the bsd franchise is comparatively very popular right now, I highly doubt they'll let the hype slowly die– that's also why I'm waiting for the announcement of a new Wan anime season any day now. I've said before it doesn't look like we're getting the cool sskk scene in the manga soon, and that it most likely solved the purpose of a teaser for the next arc for various reasons; the last chapter seemingly skipping past it seems now to confirm that. The very high quality of the animation of that scene in the anime might be a further hint in the movie direction, to be honest. (I'm only now realizing that if that's true, it means that we are not getting that scene in Harukawa's art style, and am suddenly hating everything and not want it to become true). That said, a Stormbringer movie seems likely too, so who knows.

Back to chapter 113. The jokes about Dazai not being included in the ada family picture are hilarious, and I do personally believe Dazai is more distant to the rest of the ada than other members; that said, I doubt it has anything to do with the panel itself, and as of now I don't think it's that deep ahah. In general, I find it very hard to believe that Dazai is the one that's going to be transferred to the pm: that feels to me a quite lazy direction to take storytelling wise. We already saw what it's like to have Dazai in the pm, no need to relapse to that. That's why, regretfully, I doubt Atsushi is going to be taken in either, because we already know what pm Atsushi is like (VERY very regretfully for me. Because I'd love more Atsushi screentime and because my brain quite automatically makes a jump from “Atsushi joins the pm” to “sskk canonly live together”. Also all the “sskk are Double Black 2.0” that has been tormenting sskk shippers since the start of time, might as well make them the New Double Black for real this time.). Tanizaki sounds like a good bet to be honest: because, on top of being the only ada member with a completely unexplored backstory, we already saw him interact with the pm a lot over the course of the whole manga, which can be taken as a slow build-up for the moment he ends up joining their ranks; from the pm perspective, since he showed to be a challenge for them in more than one occasion (he even intruded the boss' chambers once), it would make sense to try and get him on their side. And Tanizaki having already volunteered to join them in chapter 65. Honestly, everything seems to point in that direction right now.

I hope the following chapters also explain why taking the sword off Bram didn't kill him as previously established because as of now the seemingly plot hole is bothering me a lot.

That's all that comes to my mind right now, excited to see what the manga will be up to next!

[hellfirebarnes]

102

I've been listening to the song 102 for like three days now and threw this together. Feel free to correct any mistakes, it has not been proofread. Not sure if I like yet, but oh well.

There's one use of y/n; I'm sorry.

I like the way that your face looks when I'm arguing with you. 

Bucky wasn't a man of many words and hadn't been for a long time. But that was soon about to change when he found himself in your bar after a failed mission. It started with a cheerful greeting from you and some groaning from him. You gave him a Heineken, and then nearly an hour passed before you attempted to approach him again. 

''My name is Y/N. You know, if you need anything,'' you said with a glimmer in your eyes. One that almost drew a smile from him. Almost. 

''James.'' You only gave him a nod before turning to get busy with other customers, but his words halted you. ''No, wait!'' He blushed when you looked at him with a chuckle. ''Call me Bucky.''

You hummed and tapped your lips as if you were thinking. ''No, I don't think I will.'' He was visibly shocked by your words, and it made you smirk. ''You'll have to earn that nickname from me.''

A single wink from you was all it took for a smile to replace the frown on his face. And suddenly, the mission didn't feel like such a big deal.

Around twenty minutes later, you returned to him and leaned against the bar with a smile. ''Can I get you anything else, James?'' 

He rolled his eyes, catching himself off guard with it. ''Bucky would like another beer, please.'' 

You stood up straight and sighed dramatically with a shrug. ''Sorry, I don't know any Bucky around here.'' As you spoke, you placed another bottle in front of him. ''However, handsome guys like you, James, can get one on the house.''

There was no point hiding his furious blushing; he knew you had seen it the second a bubbling laugh escaped you. And instead, he laughed along with you. ''Why are you messing with me, doll?'' he asked with sudden confidence that felt foreign to him. But the blush creeping up your neck spurred him on. 

You shrugged and leaned against the bar again so your faces got closer. ''I like the way that your face looks when I'm arguing with you.''

He scoffed through the chuckles. ''Is this you trying to pick a fight with me, peaches?''

''Nah.'' You looked down at his lips for a second before locking eyes with him again. ''It is, however, me trying to flirt with you.''

Bucky stayed until closing that night. And as the clock hit 1:02 AM, he gave you a final goodbye before heading out the door. 

When I knock at a hundred and two

And I see your pajamas 

I can't stop smiling at you

Was it creepy? No. Yes. Probably. Okay, yes. It was creepy. He should turn back and act like it never happened. He knew this. So why were his feet still carrying him toward the address at a not-so-casual speed? And it didn't seem to matter how many times he told himself to go home and not be a creep. Because suddenly he found himself knocking on the door with your name. A quick look at his watch and the nerves got three times worse. 

1:02 AM. 

There was shuffling behind the door, and then there you were. Your hair was a complete mess, and your nose was red like Rudolph's. But what caught Bucky's eye was what you were wearing. 

You stood momentarily and wondered if he was staring at your boobs before it dawned on you. Not expecting visitors and barely having clean clothes left, you had put on the Captain America pajamas your mom gifted you last Christmas. And you had never blushed so hard in your entire life. But Bucky couldn't seem to stop smiling at you. 

''James, what uh, what are you doing here?'' you asked and crossed your arms in an attempt to hide some of it. 

Now it was Bucky's turn to blush as he held up a brown paper bag from your favorite restaurant. ''I heard you were sick, so I got you soup from that place you talked about last week.''

You were dumbfounded for a moment. No one had ever done anything like this before. And you had so many questions. Like, how did he remember the name of the restaurant? Had he also remembered where you lived? Or had he asked someone? What type of super-memory did he possess? 

''How did you know?'' 

''Well, it's Thursday, and you weren't there, so I asked the guy working instead of you.''

I've been pouring my heart out toward your optimistic grin.

Bucky was nervous. Crazy nervous. He knew you would have told him if you couldn't make it. You would, wouldn't you? But as the clock kept ticking and there still wasn't any sign of you, he started doubting himself more than anything. It may have been stupid to think you would even want to attend one of Tony's parties with him. Who would want to enter a room full of superheroes with The Winter Soldier? Not someone as precious as you. He was becoming sure of it. Foolish to dress up, thinking you would show up. 

But then he heard Sam calling his name, and without looking, he knew he had a shit-eating grin on his face. Expecting to be made fun of for talking about a girl who didn't even show up all week, he turned around with a loud groan. And the frown he had been sporting for the last half-hour was wiped from his face in a second.

Walking next to Sam was you, dressed in a knee-length black silk dress and your hair falling over your shoulders in messy curls. You had a wide grin as you listened to something he was saying, but your eyes were glued on Bucky the second you saw him. 

And much to Bucky's surprise, Sam backed off and left the two of you alone. He tried to come up with something good to say, but you had thrown your arms around his neck in a tight embrace before he could. One he was more than happy to return. 

''I am SO sorry for being late! The dress I was planning to wear ripped, so I had to borrow this from my sister.''

He shook his head. ''No, it's fine. I honestly thought you weren't coming at all.'' A nervous chuckle. ''But I'm glad you did.''

As the night went on, the two of you mainly kept to yourselves, but he introduced you to those most important to him. And at one point, Sam was pestering the two of you, but you handled it without any issues and made him leave surprisingly fast. Bucky added that to the mental list of things he liked about you, a list that was getting too long for him to remember. 

Suddenly it was 1:02 AM, and he was sitting on a couch in the corner, completely pouring his heart out to you. It's not like he could blame it on being drunk, but you didn't know, and he was just hoping you didn't mind his seemingly endless rambling about anything that came to mind. 

Your soft look and grin assured him you didn't but enjoyed hearing him open up. 

I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him.

To Bucky, it came out of nowhere. But you were so excited when you told him, and he couldn't bring himself to ask the questions burning in his mind. Maybe he had read things wrong. Or perhaps he had been too slow, and you had moved on to the next guy. Someone brave enough to make an actual move and ask you out. Not just invite you to things and hope for the best. 

''Oh, James, you're gonna love him!'' You beamed. He couldn't recall ever seeing you this... happy. 

He just forced a smile and nodded. Of course, he would like anything that made you happy. But love? Now that might be a bit much. How could he love someone in any sense when that someone had snatched away his sunshine?

Bucky hadn't realized you stopped talking before you poked his nose and laughed at how startled he got. ''Sorry, what was that?'' he asked, awkwardly clearing his throat. A quick look at his phone that read 1:02 AM before turning back to you. 

You laughed at him. ''You were staring. Is everything okay?'' Reading him like an open book, as always. 

''Oh yeah, I just...'' he trailed off, wondering what he could possibly say without lying to your face. ''I like the way that your face looks when you're yapping on about him.'' And it was true, and love looked mesmerizing on you. 

''Shut up!'' You slapped his arm with a laugh. ''I was not yapping!''

But on this shirt, I found your smell

 I just sat there for ages contemplating what to do with myself

You're not here, is everything okay?

James?

I will report you missing!

Are you really ditching me? On our Thursday? Rude. 

Call me. 

Bucky dragged his hand through his hair as he read your texts. A frustrated groan rumbled through the room as he fell back on the bed. But barely a minute later, he shot up and grabbed the shirt thrown onto his dresser. He couldn't break tradition. Thursdays are your days. 

And hadn't it been for the smell of your perfume on the shirt he pulled on, he probably would've been out the door by now. But it caught him off guard, and he again fell back onto the bed. He put his arms around himself and inhaled the lingering scent of you. What the hell was he supposed to do? 

Your shift would end in ten minutes, and he had promised to arrive at least an hour before. It may not matter; he wouldn't make it on time anyway. And would you really care? This just meant you could hang out with your boyfriend instead. Surely it would be a pleasant surprise. He should have texted you, though. 

All thoughts were interrupted by the buzzing of his phone. And the screen was lit up by your grinning face. A picture he had taken of you during Tony's party. 1:02 AM. His thumb hovered over the screen before finally pressing green. 

''Hello?'' he answered calmly.

''I thought you were dead!'' you practically yelled at him from the other end. ''I closed up early, and now I'm outside.''

Bucky shot up from the bed. ''What?''

''I'm outside and don't know the stupid code to get into your stupid little superhero tower. Can you let me in?''

He wanted to question what the hell you were doing there, why you had come looking for him. But he just mumbled a ''hold on'' and rushed out of his room. Within the minute, he was face to face with you and rushing to put away the phone.

''Listen, I'm sorry-'' He stopped himself when you threw yourself at him in a tight embrace. His arms went around your waist and held you even closer. And when you pulled away, he received a slap to the chest, but his hands stayed on you. ''What was that for?''

''I thought you were dead, Bucky! Don't ever do that to me again.''

A grin grew on his face, and he pulled you closer by the waist again. ''You called me Bucky.''

''Yeah, but don't think for a moment that you deserve it.'' You scoffed and pushed past him inside the tower. ''I'm sleeping in your bed and stealing all the covers.''

He led you to his room, and all he could think about was how your smell would be all over and not just on his shirt. What was he going to do with himself?

I called you up at a hundred and two 

We just sat there for ages

Talking about that boy, what was getting on to you

Bucky didn't want to know about your weekend in London with your boyfriend. But he wanted to hear your voice. And so he called you. at 1:02 AM. And he thought about when he went to your apartment with soup, and maybe this was your time of the day. 

You dove into it and told him all about what you had been doing—everything from the hotel to the restaurants and bars. At one point, you even described to him the ''nicest toilet you've ever seen''. But then it came. The words that shattered his heart.

''I think I'm falling in love with him, Buck.'' 

And although the tears pooled in his eyes, he asked you to tell him more about the boyfriend. Which you happily did. And he even laughed along when you told him a funny story. But he knew this night marked the begging of the end of your friendship. 

At least he would still have 102.

[mercurygray]

Fic writer interview

Thank you to @hesbuckcompton-baby for the tag!!

How many works do you have on AO3? 102, but I only started posting there in 2014. There is more fic dating back much farther on my ff.net account.

What’s your total AO3 word count? 1,035,887

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? The Darkening Sky - Band of Brothers She dealt her pretty words like blades - Little Women (2019) Waited for and Wanted - House of the Dragon More than a Team - Band of Brothers At Home, Alone - Prodigal Son

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? I do! The way I figure, you've taken the time to write me something (and not everyone does) and the least I can do is say thank you, and maybe weigh in with some extra piece of lore or process.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending? I never finished writing this ending, but one of my TURN fics, La Fille du Regiment, was going to end with my character Margaret Frances running away from the character who was in love with her. They met in the middle of a war, and he was married, and she just wasn't convinced that it was ever going to work in her favor. So she ran away, and quickly married someone else who'd expressed interest earlier in the story. (There was also the small matter of her getting pregnant, which changed the time-table some.) Margaret was going to meet her love interest again some thirty years later and have him realize that the man with her is, in fact, his son, whom he'd never known about.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the happiest ending? A Rose Among the Briars is my big LOTR fic and I think really does have the happiest ending - Boromir doesn't die, gets married to a lovely woman, has kids, and lives happily ever after.

Do you write crossovers? I am a multi-verse madwoman. I love crossovers.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? YES. A Rose Among the Briars got some fun comments back in the day, including one particularly memorable comment from a woman who lambasted me for writing an OC who was younger than Boromir because 'he wouldn't go for that'.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? When the mood strikes me! I've written a lot of M/F smut and a tiny taster of M/M/F throuple things.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not that I'm aware of?

Have you ever had a fic translated? Yes, I have! A Rose Among the Briars was translated into French (at least partially) by someone who just loved the story.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? I have! I used to do a lot of tag-team writing via instant messenger with several friends - they'd write a line, and you'd write a line back. It was a really, really interesting way to write and it sent scenes in very different and fun directions. Stopping to clarify things, or ask where they wanted something to go was really instructive.

What’s your all-time favorite ship? I think in terms of the volume of fic I wrote for them, my favorite ship has to be Emma Green and Henry Hopkins, from Mercy Street. I just really liked their character dynamic - he was the chaplain at a military hospital, trying to wrestle with past mistakes and what his role was in a war where he wasn't carrying a gun, and she was the privledged daughter of a wealthy slaveholder trying to find her place in a world that was changing all around her. Both of them had these really meaty moral storylines and there was just a lot of opportunity for poetry and scripture and longing glances and forbidden love and it was just really, really good.

What’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will? I have this throuple thing I started writing for MOTA that will probably never see the light of day.

What are your writing strengths? People have told me recently that they really like my dialogue, and my ability to really capture canon character voices as true to form. I was also told I have an uncanny ability to introduce people and immediately make you care about them, which I'm pretty proud of.

What are your writing weaknesses? Keeping things short.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? I actually kind of like it! I speak a little bit of French, and some Italian, but I always try to check with a native speaker if I'm adding whole lines in a different language.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Lord of the Rings. And that fic is still on ff.net if you want to go read it. I keep it there to keep me humble.

What’s a fandom/ship you haven’t written for yet but want to? I honestly can't think of one! Because I do so much shorter format stuff here on my tumblr, if I have an idea it usually ends up getting written!

What’s your favourite fic you’ve written? I am the most proud of The Darkening Sky. It was a three and a half year labor of love and far and away the most 'successful' thing I've ever written, but I gained so many new friends and people who just really loved the characters I created and I actually finished it! I'm notorious for not finishing big projects.

Tagging @mads-weasley, @latibvles, @basilone, @softguarnere, @softspeirs, @noneedtoamputate and anyone else who's writing fic for Masters of the Air right now!

[sys128]

Midwestern Weather in a nutshell

There is a thing we say up here in town in the midwest: you can not predict 100% what the weather will be like about a week from now. That is usually true; sometimes, the forecasts are just wrong enough to not be accurate to what actually happened that day. Not even winter is safe. The month of December is, a lot of the time, more predictable than the other months, but there have been times when it just goes off the rails. For reference, usually during this month, it goes back and forth between rain and snow, with these intervals lasting about a week or so. But we usually start seeing the snow as early as November. Last year, we had an untimely heat wave, resulting in a 100% green Christmas. That Christmas Eve, it was 60 degrees outside, a lot hotter than we have ever seen at that time of year. Imagine my surprise when I found that it started to snow two days later and was in the 20-degree range. It felt like a final “fuck you” by mother nature after almost an entire month of rain and spring temperatures.

And then there was January 2019, the Great Polar Vortex as I like to call it. That was an agonizing couple of days when the temperatures were so cold, you could be frostbitten in as little as 10 minutes. It was in the best interest of everyone in the midwest to stay inside their houses and pray their water pipes still worked. Here in Wisconsin, we got wind chill ratings as low as -50 degrees Fahrenheit! Northern Illinois also saw some lower -40 wind chill and the same with Indiana. Arguably, two states had it worse than us: North Dakota and Minnesota. They saw the wind chill go as low as -65! Our Canadian neighbors also shared the same pain as us because they were also caught pretty majorly by the polar vortex.

After December, once the snow sticks, it sticks for a WHILE, though it is not so easy telling when it will finally melt, bringing us the spring. There have been years when spring came at a normal time, between late March and early April. But I remember a couple of years where the snow had stuck around for so long that while the east coast was enjoying the sun, we were still chilling with a couple inches of snow, somewhere in May. During this time, we can also see some other really wacky things happening. Last year, we were hit by an EF1 tornado. Thankfully, our house was not hit, but our power was knocked out for a good 7 hours or so. It had been downpouring essentially the whole night otherwise. But since the temperature dropped at just the right time, I woke up to a fresh blanket of December-looking snow.

Even when we finally see the snow melt after so long, because of the length of winter, our spring usually isn’t that long. Say that we get another May snow year. That only lasts over a month before it gets unbelievably hot in the summer. Speaking of hot, we don’t just see freezing up here. We also see melting. We are no strangers to days when it is 102 degrees outside. We are a region of the United States where we are able to adapt to both extremes. But the thing I, personally, am not so much used to is consistency, which is why I tend to get annoyed when the sun is out for more than a week without it raining a drop. At least the clouds in the sky could collect more raindrops or something! Some states can have almost constant hot or cold all year, and I will not know how they go through it just fine. Show me your ways, Australia! It does seem that Texas feels the same way about how we handle the cold because, in February 2021, they got a wave of cold weather, which led to the first snow in a long time in some areas. Since they are more used to hot weather, their cooling system becomes a detriment because they usually have little need for heating. What they had was not enough for them because some 200 people got killed by freezing to death during the cold wave, which is honestly kind of scary.

There is one more example I want to mention, and that would be the number of times I have been given flash flood warnings on my phone. Usually, after the snow has melted and we are experiencing the long summer that is June to September, a week cannot go by without my phone telling me that somewhere in town is probably going to flood!! Thankfully, around parts I have lived, that never happens. But I am willing to bet that it happens somewhere, near some of the creeks, ponds, and rivers. After a while, I stopped paying attention to those warnings.

The weather in the midwest is probably some of the most unpredictable things I can think of. It is like a game of chance whether you are going to be at risk of getting snowed in or melted to death, but it seems we have good enough air conditioning to not die from it in both of those situations. Those are people to thank!

[thegmdfangirl14]

I posted 183 times in 2022

That's 102 more posts than 2021!

11 posts created (6%)

172 posts reblogged (94%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@anti-cosmofangirl

@puccafangirl

@loimologia

@bubblyparaside

@a-little-ray-of-fantasy

I tagged 137 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#other person's art - 32 posts

#pmatga - 31 posts

#pacman and the ghostly adventures - 23 posts

#webcomic - 17 posts

#betrayus - 16 posts

#art - 14 posts

#cuphead - 10 posts

#centaurworld - 8 posts

#hadestown - 7 posts

#the cuphead show - 7 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#maybe the reason why i developed a crush on him so fast is because some of his personality reminds me of other characters i like.....

My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Birthday writing poll/ fanfic poll/contest results

(Yes, I know that it’s the 16th, instead of the 15th that I’m posting this today. I had class on the 15th, hence why the post is a day late)

Okay, now that it’s officially a few days past my birthday, it’s time for me to give the results for this little writing poll/ fanfic poll//birthday contest/pseudo-fiction selection thing that I have!! Even though I’m a day late, I guess it’s better late than never for 

And as for said results regarding what it is that I will be writing next ....well, there weren’t a whole lot of people commenting on the post that I originally made with what they wanted to see (probably should have been a little more specific with the voting thing),  so I’m doing a first-come, first serve basis here, so there isn’t a whole lot of back and forth stressing or anything.

So, here’s what I’m writing first  ..... and it’s category four, which was voted on by none other than the lovely @anti-cosmofangirl , who suggested seeing something from one of my original works (aka the book or books I’m trying to work on)!  Just let me know what you’d like to see more from my either one of my extremely in-progress books: Sweetness and Nightmares or Bleeding hearts, and I’ll either put out a rough prologue or a character profile type thing for the characters I’ve thought of so far! (Maybe both if I’m feeling creative or machoistic enough)

Next up from category    (I have literally forgotten who it was that suggested this, and I am extremely sorry), requesting a character analysis of none other than a certain infatious  hothead that is never far from the pmatga fandom’s thoughts.....Lord Betrayus himself!! And it should be interesting, 

As for all the rest of the categories?? Don’t worry, I’ll be doing them too! Although it might take me slightly longer to do them depending on time, my current levels of motivation, and life stuff, but I WILL get to all of them sooner or later don’t worry!!

Anyway, thank you guys for voting and taking part in this, and I’ll see you soon (hopefully) with some pretty neat stuff.....;)

3 notes - Posted March 16, 2022

#4

So as you can probably tell, I’m working one something....

6 notes - Posted October 5, 2022

#3

Here’s a vam-pair of my favorite dysfunctional animated vampires to hopefully make up for a lack of content......they might have not made it into the fan-art speedpaint that I submitted them to, but I’m still proud of them nonetheless! (Of course, it doesn’t hurt that Daria Cohen HERSELF actually liked my art either.... ;) )

18 notes - Posted August 2, 2022

#2

(Ooof....I haven’t done this in a WHILE, but here goes nothing I guess.)

So, as some of you probably know, I’ve got a birthday coming up in almost a week, and I’m going to be...21. Yeah.... It’s a little hard to believe, right? I’m officially going to be in my 20′s....holy crap. And while most of us are probably wrapping their heads around that, you’re probably wondering where I’ve been for the past little while. As life is known to do, it’s kind of been keeping me busy, and I’m still working on getting back out of my own head after things kind of not going so great for me on my own end (anxieties about aging and some other stuff...which definitely wasn’t fun at all) ....so yeah, things have been kind of crazy on my end. (But don’t worry, I haven’t forgotten about my fic either, I’ll be coming back to it soon enough)

And in-between college stuff  and actually starting to feel  more excited about the big day, so I was thinking....Why not celebrate this occasion with a little something special?

It isn’t another contest in case you’re wondering, because I don’t think I’m doing a contest right now (due to recent world events and the pandemic that we’re still in, I’m not too sure if I want to save a potential fanart contest for a later date, or just somewhere in the year), but I still want to do something creative.... and what better way to do that than with doing a little fanfic/original work poll type thing     for the week before my birthday!

It works like this:  You guys can vote on what you’d most like to see from me, and whatever gets the most votes will be the thing that I next post here for you guys to read! Unlike a regular contest, there’s no real end date, unlike a contest, so I’ll play it a little loose with the time. So either I’ll close the voting the day after my birthday, or whenever you guys stop voting I’ll give the results!!

But what, you guys may be wondering, what’s the writing options here?  I mean, I have a few ideas.....here they are!

The categories are as follows:

1. A Betrayus x Valerie fic drabble! Because dang, I’ve been craving to do something with those two other than slow burn or having them at each other's throats. Gotta practice for the good stuff eventually you know? Anyway, here’s the proposed title for the fic.... Bitter and Sweet! It’s kind of a late Valentines day fic, focusing on some cute stuff! It’s no surprise to anyone in the Netherworld that Betrayus can get a touch....moody around a certain holiday (not such a big surprise here, but he hasn’t exactly had a ....great time around the holiday in the past), but maybe a certain horned girl can help.... that is, if she can actually remember how to work the stove.     

2. Character explorations! More specifically, pmatga characters! (Big surprise, am I right?) I’ve been itching to explore more of the world, whether it’s through some of my ocs (Valerie or Delphine) or characters we’ve already been introduced to (or in the case of a certain sister that was only mentioned in the last episode, yet to meet), so suggest away and I’ll do my best!            

3. Cuphead content! More specifically the reader insert type of content! I’ve got two different ideas, which both correspond to two different characters I’ve recently become fascinated by.... Backstage romance (A King Dice x reader drabble) and Something only we share (cuphead devil x reader). For this one I’ll just see which one you guys are more curious about, and then I’ll do my best to write from there! (And yes, it’s ironic I know, the Christian girl getting heart eyes over an animated devil character....)

4. Book related stuff! I’m planning on becoming a fully fledged writer with her own works (eventually), either mainstream-wise or self-published, and I’ve got two different ideas: Bleeding hearts (the name’s still in working), or Sweetness and Nightmares. One’s kind of a originalish work I’ve been sitting on for a little while (*Principal Skinner voice* What if I were to take the characters for my fanfic and just give them different names? Devilishly delightful..) and one’s sort of a middle-grade story featuring a girl raised by the Boogeyman, so chose which you’d like to see (or I could do both if you want), and I’ll put up the prologue for either one of the ideas, so you guys can see what you think of it!

5. Okay, I’ve got no real ideas for this one, but if you guys want I’ll start working on the next chapter for The Tale of the Horned Girl and The Ghost lord, so you guys don’t have to wait so long for it!

Anyway, vote on which category you guys most want to see, and I’ll do whatever category gets the most votes (although I’ll be eventually be doing all of this stuff anyways, sooner or later)!

Happy voting beasties, and I’ll see you soon.... ;)

18 notes - Posted March 8, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

I’m into a new show you say? Now where could you have got that idea from?

82 notes - Posted April 18, 2022

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Jeez, I need to start writing some stuff for next year.....

[peachteainacup]

You summoned me?

No?

[drarrily-we-row-along]

Day 102: Radiant

The last time he'd seen Harry Potter, the other boy had been standing in the Great Hall looking sad and defeated, even though only a very short time before that he'd defeated the Dark Lord. Still, he'd been able to understand why this couldn't feel like a true victory.

That had been three days ago and in the meantime his parents had been arrested and he'd been arrested. The aurors hadn't been very gentle with them, Draco had tried to obey and avoid getting hurt.

He couldn't say that he was surprised, really. He'd wanted Harry to win, obviously, but he hadn't had any hope that things would turn out alright for him.

The days had been terrible but they'd had nothing on the farce of a trial that he'd been marched into. With hardly thirty seconds deliberation Draco was sentenced to life in Azkaban and he hardly could hear the sound of the commotion outside the door over the sound of his beating heart and his panicked breathing.

"Let me in!" a voice that he could hardly believe he was hearing shouted. "Stand aside!"

And a moment later the door was flying open and Harry Potter was shoving his way through, righteous anger on his face making him radiant as the sun.

"Unhand him," he growled and Draco looked at his hands to see if he was holding onto someone accidentally.

"Mr. Potter-" the auror to his left started.

But Harry cut him off, "No."

(Read more below the cut)

"You don't unders-"

"I understand that you are not having fair trials. Again." Harry growled, and Draco could feel his magic crackling around the room. "As though you've learned nothing from the last war. In the prosecution of innocents."

"Draco Malfoy is hardly an innocent," the forewizard said. "He must be prosecuted-"

"No," Harry interrupted again, voice stern and brooking no argument. "Without Draco and Narcissa Malfoy I'd be dead. And you lot would be a lot worse off."

The auror said, "Listen," as he held out a placating hand.

"I won't," he replied. "You are going to release them until you have gone through the proper channels with a warrant for their arrest, a fair trial, and fair sentencing."

There was a great deal of murmuring but after a few more moments, the handcuffs he'd been wearing were removed and he was shoved forward.

Harry reached out to steady him and tilted his head up, "Are you alright?"

"Me?" Draco asked, looking around because he still couldn't believe this was happening to him.

Harry nodded.

He nodded in return and opened his mouth to say something, he had no idea what, when his mother emerged.

"Come on," Harry said quickly, taking hold of both of their elbows and apparating them out of the Ministry entirely.

"Kreacher?" Harry called once they landed in a dusty old living room. "Could you make some tea for Draco and Narcissa."

A house elf who appeared to be older than dirt appeared a few moments later, bowing low to them as he set down the tea tray.

"Could you possibly make sure a few rooms are ready for them?" Harry asked.

"It would be an honor," he replied before disappearing again.

"Sit," Harry offered, "Please."

Draco looked over at his mother who merely sat on the sofa as Harry requested.

"I'm sorry," he started.

Narcissa laughed, " Whatever for?"

"I was rather slow to realize all that you'd done," he said as he reached inside of his cloak and pulled out the Hawthorne wand that Draco would have recognized anywhere. "Thank you," he added softly, "for giving me your wand so I could defeat Voldemort," he said as he handed it over to him. "And for lying to that madman in order to save my life," he said to his mother.

"You're welcome," his mother replied calmly. "Thank you for doing what needed to be done."

Harry nodded once. "I expect that they'll come with a warrant."

"Yes," she agreed.

"I'll testify for you."

"Why?" Draco asked suddenly because he couldn't understand any of this. "Sorry. I'm grateful. Of course I am. I just," he shook his head. "Why would you do this?"

Harry's eyes shifted over to him, looking at him for a long moment. "Why would you have given me your wand?"

He looked down at his lap.

The other boy continued, "I suspect it's for much the same reason." Harry shook his head, "It's what's right. And if I hadn't been so prejudiced against you, I probably would have realized what you were trying to do and the trouble that you must have gotten into much sooner."

"I think you're being hard on yourself," mother said as Kreacher appeared with tea. "Thank you," she replied as she accepted it, then continued, "You're a child. You couldn't have been expected to realize everything."

Harry shook his head ruefully.

"And yes, Dumbledore was a brilliant man but he expected far too much of you."

The other boy shrugged, "It's done with now."

"Thanks to you."

"Thanks to a great many people, me least of all in some respects." The weight of loss settled heavily around the room and the familiar ache returned to Draco's gut. After a moment Harry said, "Please stay here. At least until everything is sorted."

"Thank you," his mother replied with a small smile, "We appreciate your hospitality."

He nodded, then gave Draco a little smile and for the first time in a very long time, Draco felt a glimmer of hope.

Day 101: Zoo | Day 103: Climb

[hangovercurse]

Like Father Like Daughter

You meet Colson while visiting your dad, Tommy Lee, on the set of The Dirt and the rest is history.

Request: “Have colson(mgk) meeting tommy Lee’s daughter(reader) on set of the dirt and they fall in love and she meets casie scared that casie won’t like her but casie loves her”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: Cursing

A/N: I wrote this 3 different times because I didn’t like the first two…

Word Count: 2558

Day One

Stepping out into the New Orleans air for the first time was shocking; the smell of cigarettes, liquor, and swamp mixing around in your nose. But there was something in the air; something electric, exciting; something new. You headed towards the studio where your dad told you he was working for the day. A young woman with an earpiece and a clip board found you at the entrance, a kind smile on her face. “You’re Y/N, right? Tommy’s daughter.”

You nodded, letting her lead you through the maze of sets until you walked into a large room with lights and cameras surrounding an area of floor that was set up to look like the set of one of Motley Crue’s old music videos. Your father was on the set, talking to two men who looked around your age and Jeff Tremaine, the film’s director. You hesitantly walked further into the space, but not past the cameras, to alert him of your presence. This process was made much easier by your Uncle Nikki spotting you from across the room and shouting “Little Lee!”

Your dad, along with the men he was talking to and a few other people in the room, turned to look at you. You smiled shyly, sending a small wave to your dad’s best friend. Your dad beckoned for you to join his conversation, wrapping an arm around your side once you landed next to him. “Hey kiddo, how was your flight?”

You leaned into his shoulder, “it was fine. Longer than I’d expected but, at least I’m here.” You took in the unfamiliar faces of the men surrounding you, eyes lingering on the man with bright blue eyes and a drumstick twirling around in his hands.

“Oh, shit, right. This is my oldest, Y/N.” Your dad introduced you to the guys. “Y/N you know Jeff, this is Douglas,” he motioned towards the guy with long black hair and two painted stripes under his eyes, “he’s playing Nikki in the movie.” You nodded, sending the man a smile which he returned brightly. “And this is Colson, he’s me.” He pointed to the man your eye had caught on, who sent you a wide grin.

“Nice to meet you.” You said, towards all the men, but your eyes still trapped in Colson’s blue ones.

The rest of the day was spent uneventfully. You watched the boys film scenes over the monitor with your dad, him feeding you commentary on what actually happened. Even though you’d heard most of the stories growing up, you let him retell them.

You kept finding your attention drifting towards the man with bright blue eyes, a long black wig, and a set of drumsticks always at hand. Your dad noticed, teasing you every chance he got. “He’s hot, right?”

“Dad!” You huffed.

He chuckled, “Just spitting facts. At least I’m not the one drooling over him like a teenage girl.”

You rolled your eyes, “I am 26 years old: I don’t drool over boys.”

“Oh, well, Colson’s a man.” He elbowed you jokingly.

“You’re annoying.”

“Passed it down to you, kiddo.”

Later on, he’d swear he had nothing to do with it, but you’d always suspected he told Colson about your attraction for the man, as after filming wrapped for the day, Colson asked you to dinner. It was quite honestly the best date you’d been on in a long time, and soon you were agreeing to another the next night.

With Colson everything seemed naturally easy. He was one of the sweetest, funniest guys you’d met, and you wouldn’t have to worry about your dad not liking him. The only problem was that you were only able to spend a week in New Orleans with him.

Day 6

“You live in LA, right?” He asked on the walk back to your apartment, his jacket slung around your shoulders.

You looked up at him with the same smile that had been on your face the entire night, “yeah, why?”

He let out a nervous chuckle, “well, I was hoping that when I get back to LA in a month, we could do this again?”

Your smile turned into a smirk, “are you asking me to wait for you, Colson Baker?”

“When you put it like that I sound like a fuckin dweeb.”

“I thought I was making you sound romantic.” You whined jokingly, hand reaching out to intertwine with his. “But if you were asking, I would say yes.”

“It’s a date.”

“You better call me while you’re gone though.”

He looked down at you with a confused expression, “what do you take me for, an idiot? I am going to be texting and calling you so much you’ll be begging me to stop.”

“Good.”

You swung your hands back in forth the rest of the way home, comfortable silence enveloping you. Colson walked you all the way to the door of your hotel room, leaning against the wall as you unlocked the door. You turned to him before making your way into the room, a sad smile on your face. “I’ll see you in a month?”

He leaned off the wall and moved to stand directly in front of you, hands grazing your hips lightly, hesitantly. “One very long month,” he mumbled, trying to burn your image into his memory.

“Well,” you started, “maybe you should give me something to remember you by.” Colson raised his eyebrow at you, feeling somewhat taken aback by your boldness. But then he remembered who your dad was and was much less surprised.

His grip on your hips tightened as he leaned in, lips colliding with yours. Your arms moved up his arms slowly, landing finally around his neck. The kiss was sweet and slow, something you would have never expected from looking at the man. His lips felt intoxicating, like you would die if you pulled apart. It had only been a single kiss, but you were already addicted.

You were broken out of your trance by cheering from the end of the hallway, a familiar voice calling out “that’s my girl!” Your face turned red as you pulled apart, finding your dad and his fiancé, Brittany, clapping at the end of the hallway.

“You are so fucking embarrassing.” You told him as he approached you and gave Colson a firm pat on the shoulders.

“It could be worse. If it was anyone else, I probably would’ve kicked his ass for even thinking about kissing you.” Tommy said, an innocent smile on his face. “But Colson, I will kill you if you fuck this up.”

The blond boy gave him a small salute, “yes sir.”

Day 34

Your text tone rang from your phone as you sat on your couch, watching TV.

Colson:

Be ready in 45

Even though you’d spent the last 4 weeks facetiming him, you weren’t fully convinced that Colson would keep good on his promise to see you again once he got back in town. You’d been pretty convinced he wouldn’t as the days dragged on with no mention of his return or a reunion. But here he was, telling you to be ready for something.

You texted him back

Wait… are you serious?

When he responded with a

Flight just landed, yes I’m serious.

You squealed, rushing around the house to get ready. The simple thought of seeing him in person, of hopefully tasting his intoxicating lips again, made your heart flutter. And then he was knocking on your door. When you opened it to see him standing there, a single rose in his hand and a nervous smile on his face, you wanted to jump into his arms.

He was a gentleman the entire night, opening your door for you, pulling out your chair, complimenting you. Everything just felt so perfect. And when he walked you up to your door and kissed you goodnight, you swooned.

Day 50

You were sat on his couch, your back resting against his chest as some movie played on the TV. One of his hands was wrapped around your waist, the other intertwined with your own. You’d been sitting in relative silence for a while, save for the noise from the TV.

But that was broken when Colson spoke softly, “I know this is lame but like, I gotta make sure. You’re my girlfriend, right?”

You chuckled lightly at his lame attempt to ask you to be his girlfriend. “No, I’ve just been going out on dates with you and not talking to anyone else for shits and giggles.”

He let out a breath of air from his nose humorously, “Okay cool.”

“That was a yes, by the way.” You turned your head and leaned up to press a soft, strained kiss to his lips.

“Cool.”

Day 96

You were half asleep, wrapped up in Colson’s arms on his bed. Your head rested on his chest, eyes struggling to stay open. Colson was just as tired of you were, his words slowing when he said, “I think I’m in love with you.”

You mumbled out a lazy “really?” too tired to be shocked at the gravity of what he was saying. Truthfully, you weren’t all that surprise at the admission, as you had been looking for the right way to express the same sentiment.

“Yeah. I’m pretty fuckin’ in love with you.”

“Sweet” You mumbled, pressing a small kiss to his bare chest.

His chest shook with a silent giggle, “Cool.”

“I love you too.” You said, snuggling closer into him.

“Sweet.”

”Cool.”

Day 102

You were making pancakes at your stove, Colson’s arms wrapped around you from behind. He’d been staying the night at your house for almost a week, simulating the feeling of living with you. You couldn’t admit that the thought wasn’t attractive, having him around almost all the time was amazing and something you were afraid of ending.

“Hey, could I ask you something?” He mumbled as you watched the pancakes cook. You hummed a response and he continued, “my daughter’s gonna be in town next week. I was hoping you’d meet her.”

You bit your lip, a grin growing on your face. You knew meeting Casie was a big deal to Colson, he had told you many times how important she was to him. He didn’t let her meet just anyone in his life. “Yeah, I’d love that.”

But then that thought crossed through your mind; the one that would raise your anxiety levels for the next seven days. What if Casie doesn’t like me?

If Casie didn’t like you, things with you and Colson would be over. He didn’t even have to tell you that, you just knew. And you couldn’t blame him; she’s the most important person in his life. But you loved Colson, and you wanted him to be around for a while. So, if you made a bad first impression, everything would crumble down.

And that’s exactly what you told him a few days later while you lay in bed, Ferris Bueller playing in the background as you traced the outlines of his tattoos.

Day 106

“What if Casie doesn’t like me?”

“Babe, she’s nine years old. She’ll get over it.” He kissed the top of your head lightly, fingers running up and down your spine.

“Yeah, but what if she doesn’t? I know you won’t wanna be with me if she doesn’t approve. And I don’t blame you. I don’t want to be with you if she doesn’t want me to be.”

He grabbed your chin, pulling you to look at him, “you worrying right now is exactly the reason she’s gonna love you and the reason why I already do.” He kissed you softly, your eyes fluttering closed. He still manages to take your breath away.

“I love you too,” you whispered, “I’m just scared of losing you.”

He chuckled, “Casie’s tough, I won’t lie, but she’s going to see just how amazing you are and fall right in love with you. And, if you want extra brownie points, you should let her help you bake something.”

“Was that accidental or were you trying to make a really bad pun?”

He pressed another kiss to your lips, chuckling slightly, “they don’t call me comedy genius for nothing, babe.”

“No one calls you that.”

Day 109

Colson had decided it would be best for you and Casie to meet at his house, mostly because he hated taking Casie out in LA. He’d ordered dinner to be delivered and told you he’d stocked up on baking supplies for you and Casie. Now all you had to do was show up.

He answered the door, pulling you in for a long kiss as soon as he saw you. “I love you.” He whispered, trying to ease your nerves. You spoke the words back to him, letting him take your hand and lead you inside. “Hey, Case, there’s someone I want you to meet.”

You’d seen Casie through pictures that Colson had shown you or from around the house, but she seemed so much prettier in person. You could tell by the way she moved that she took after her father, just like people always said about you. “I’m Y/N.” You said shyly, a soft smile on your face.

Casie beamed up at you, “I’m Casie. Dad talks about you a lot.”

You chuckled, turning to him, “he does?”

She nodded, “he thinks you’re great.”

“I think he’s pretty great too.” He pressed a quick kiss to your cheek. “He tells me about you all the time.”

“Really?”

You smiled at her excitement, “heck yeah. I was so scared to meet you because of how cool he makes you sound.”

The three of you ate dinner, chatting conversation. You were less nervous than before; Casie seeming to like you, but you were still on edge. When you finished, Colson announced, “I happen to know that two of the best cookie makers in California are sitting at this table and I am not one of them.” He looked between you and Casie, a smile on his face. “So, I believe cookies are in order.”

You raised an eyebrow at him, an amused smile on your face. “You’re helping us.”

Casie nodded, “every master chef needs an assistant.”

“She speaks truth.”

Colson pouted at both of you, “I was gonna be the judge.”

Casie giggled, getting up from the table and dragging her dad by the arm to the kitchen. “Too bad!”

You stayed at the table, picking up dishes and taking them to the sink before joining the other two at the counter in front of a large bowl and a variety of ingredients. Colson was currently holding a bag of chocolate chips over Casie’s head as she jumped to reach it, failing miserably. “Y/N he won’t give me the chocolate chips.” She whined.

You gave Colson a stern look, “hand them over, noodle boy.” You held out your hand and he placed the bag into your palm, a pout on his face. Casie laughed, repeating the phrase “noodle boy” to herself as you handed her the bag.

“So, are you two just gonna team up against me the whole night?” He asked, looking between you two.

Casie and you made eye contact, firmly shaking your heads, “absolutely” you said at the same time.

[empress-simps]

Strangers (five)

▪︎Pairing: Kuroo Tetsuroo x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Reader, Bokuto Koutaro x Akaashi Keiji and Hinata Shoyo x Kageyama

▪︎Pronouns: She/Her [Fem!Reader]

▪︎Alternate Universe: Soulmate Au!

▪︎Genre: Angst

▪︎Warnings: Language

▪︎Synopsis: Finding out your soulmate rejected the bond to be with someone else feels terrible

Note: Woooh our boi Kuroo entered the scene! I also read your comments saying y'all are on team kuroo XD anyways, you're in luck since there will be more snippets for Kuroo.

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It seems like everything was going downhill when the training camp ended.

Bokuto is tired. Mentally and physically.

The usual training he does seems too exhausting, arguing with Akaashi has been tough and his brain can't even decipher what his math teacher is saying right now.

All he could think of is you.

Bokuto rubbed his eyes, hoping he doesn't get called to solve infront. He hardly got any sleep last night since he spent the whole evening arguing with akaash which led to him sleeping at his parent's house.

And to top it all off, what Konoha said to him last week didn't sat right with him.

"After you and L/n talked, I saw Kuroo leading her into one of the spare rooms, seems pretty interesting to me."

He gritted his teeth, he should stop thinking about you, but he stops and some form of realization sort of settled in him.

Is this how the universe is punishing him right now?

Bokuto forced the thought in the corner of his mind, he just needs to clear out his head for a bit.

What am I feeling...?

"Akaashi! Set for me!"

Akaashi felt like he was in a trance, it took a few tries for his team mates to snap him out of it. Every few seconds he would glance back to the entrance to see if his boyfriend will come practice.

"Maybe he's just late."

He tried to reassure himself, since it was normal for his lover to be late by a few minutes. Konoha raised his brows and gave Akaashi a questioning look.

"Didn't Bo tell you?"

Akaashi felt his heart rate speed up as he asked anxiously, "What?" He bit his lip, already not liking the feeling of unease settling on his stomach.

"Bo said he'll stay for a couple of days in Miyagi."

Talking to Kuroo... feels actually nice.

Even if you get fed up with his nerdy antics, you won't deny that he already got a special place in your heart.

"Hey, are you even listening to me?" You heard him complain on the speaker of your phone as you twirled a lock of your hair absent mindedly.

"What do you expect me to do? I just finished a ridiculously hard exam, my brain needs to take a breather." You snorted as you can hear the Nekoma captain sigh.

"You know that I could've helped you right?"

Hinata and Kageyama looked at you with curious looks as you tried to shoo them away. "Go do loved dovey things to each other."

"You're always on your phone! We wanna hang out with you!" Hinata pouted as he tugged your sleeve.

"I guess that's my cue to leave." Kuroo said, resulting a light chuckle to leave your lips. "I guess so too.. Talk to you later?"

Kuroo hummed, a smile plastered on his face as he talked to you on the other end of the line. "Of course."

"Bye." You said as you hanged up, although it was probably best that you shouldn't have since now you can't escape the teasing and questions that are about to come.

"You like her."

Kenma stated, Kuroo tried to fight off the smile that threatens to make it's way on his face. "How come?"

"I can tell. Now dom't bother me, I ahve to beat this boss." Kenma mumbled as the whirrs of his electronic device gets louder. Kuroo could only sigh and looked at him fondly.

"Goodluck."

Kenma snorted, eyes not leaving the console in his hand "I should say the same to you. If this is going to be like your-"

"It wont be." Kuroo cutted his friend off, a firm tone clearly evident in his voice. Kenma only gave a hum as he managed to finally defeat the boss which made him look to his bestfriend.

"You know that's Bokuto's soulmate right?"

Kuroo let out a scoff, a scornful expression making it's way on his face, "Was, Kenma. Bokuto treated her like shit." Kenma only raised a brow in response and decided to leave the conversation at that. Getting Kuroo worked up was not in one of his to-do-lists anyway.

"Shoyo, slap me right now."

Hinata gave you an incredelous look, "Why would I do that?!" He spluttered while Kageyama agreed alongside him.

"Because I see someone who looks eerily simliar to Bokuto Koutaro running to us."

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[k3rm1e]

hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

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hiihi !! ive been loving all the stuuf yoube been wirting latley its so good :^D i ws wondering if i ciuld have some hcs ,or just a onrshot either or i dont mind, of reader geeting sick and mumza nd dadza take care of them ?? bc i lovr mr and mrs minecraft <33 liek like reader like "ahh im finr mr minecraft" and they have 102° fever Nd have a runny nose and mr minecatft is liek "mmm no i dont thnik so m8" nd yaeh !! they/them pronouns but i thnk uve benn doing that arleady - :^) anon

:^) anon my beloved;;;;; i love your brain. this could go two ways depending on whether you’re staying with phil or if you guys are online so i went with your staying with him. i also did a one shot but if you want hcs i hv no problem writing some :) i hope this is good!

cw: cursing

mumza and dadza take care of you:

  it had finally happened. while covid wasn't fully over just yet, many had gotten the vaccine and conventions were opening up again. which meant two things: meetups and twitchcon. finally, you could meet some of your supporters and see your friends.

  “mom, are we almost there?” your mom was driving you to the airbnb you’d be staying at with a few of the other dream smp members. at first, you assumed you’d all be staying in separate hotel rooms. but, this way, you could spend more time with friends, save money, and your mom wouldn’t have to be with you the whole time. there had already been many long conversations between philza and your mom to make sure you’d be safe staying with everyone.

  “yes, sweetie. almost there. we’re just two minutes closter than when you asked earlier.” ok, sue you, maybe you were a bit excited. but really, who could blame you? making in person friends had never been easiest, so the majority of your friendship were with people online. not being able to see or meet anyone for so long had been excruciatingly painful. 

  within ten minutes, you had finally arrived at the airbnb. quickly jumping out you ran to the door, obnoxiously ringing the doorbell. through the door, you heard an accented voice yell out, “i’m coming, i’m coming!”. at this point you were springing up and down on your tippy-toes, ready to spring out of your skin.

  the door opened and you were greeted by a very tired and annoyed looking wilbur, “hello?”.

`   “WILBURRRR!!!” you were screaming in his face (unintentionally), waking him up from his drowsiness. you launched yourself in his arms, not paying attention to your mother’s bewildered expression. you quickly let go of him and shoved past him, “i’m gonna go say hi to everyone!” distantly you heard wilbur begin to talk to your mother, explaining what you guys were doing.

  while running around you said hi to tommy, tubbo, ranboo, eret, fundy, niki, techno, phil and kristin. the others were either staying in another airbnb or in their own hotel rooms. after about thirty minutes, wilbur had finally stopped talking to your mom.

  “yes, ma’am. i can promise you they’ll be completely safe. you have absolutely nothing to worry about.” wilbur was calmly talking with your mother, looking more and more tired by the minute.

  “alright. thank you.” your mother called you over. “come give me a hug and say bye!” slowly dragging your limbs over, you let her hug you. behind you you could hear wilbur and phil laughing at you.

  “bye mom…” she was holding onto you tightly, petting down your hair.

  “oh, sweetie, i love you so much. i’m so happy you found something you're passionate about and made so many lovely friends while doing so.” as much as you loved your mom, the small snickers behind you were getting quite embarrassing. you could hear that tommy had joined in on the laughing. 

  “... i love you too, mom. can you let go now?” you tried pulling back, but all she did was pull you closer.

  “oh, but i just don’t wanna let you go. i love you so much, you know that right?”

  “i know, mom. i love you too. but you’ve gotta get home and i have to unpack and get ready for meeting with fans tomorrow.” you finally got her to pull away, “i love you mom, okay? thank you for letting me do this.”

  “oh, i love you too, sweetie.” and with that, your mom left. after watching her pull out of the driveway and down the street, you whipped around.

  “not. a. single. word.” you stared dead in the boy’s eyes, seeing just how much wilbur was about to burst out laughing.

  “what? personally, i think it’s very sweet.” tommy was smiling, purposely pissing you off. “so sweet, how much your mom loves you.”

  “shut your fucking mouth, tommy.” you stared deadpan at him and began walking inside and over to the kitchen.

  “what? i didn’t say anything wrong! i was just simply commenting on your very, very sweet relationship with your mother.”

  kristin moved forward to talk to you, “for what it’s worth, i do thing you hae a very sweet relationship with your mom.”

  “thank you. you’re the only good one in this house, kristin minecraft.” with that she laughed, and you all continued on with your evening. after staying up late watching old youtube videos, you all went to bed. in the morning you would have your first day of three at twitchcon, meeting fans and other creators alike. 

  for around 10 hours, you stood in booths signing fanart, prints, notebooks, and the like. meeting so many different people was eye opening, just learning who supported you. at the end of the day everyone went to a restaurant to eat dinner after so long.

  “this food… is so… fucking good.”

  “agreed.” you and the rest of the so-called ‘bench trio’ were eating at what wilbur had deemed the ‘kiddy table’. after eating so much food you were all tired. the rest of your friends had already left, walking back to the airbnb. when it was finally time to leave the restaurant, it was pouring rain.

  “WHY IS THE RAIN SO COLD IT’S LITERALLY SUMMER”

  after running home you had gone to sleep while the others had changed and taken showers. after sleeping for around ten hours, you had finally woken up. frankly, you felt like dogshit. you could barely breathe out of your stuffy nose and your head felt like it had been shoved full of wet cotton balls.

  instead of staying in bed, you got up and tried to get ready. on the way downstairs to get food and see who was making so much noise, you fell face first down the stairs. “owwwww…”

  hearing a ruckus, phil and kristin left the kitchen, where they were making pancakes. “holy shit! are you alright, mate?”

  pushing phil over, kristin walked over to you, “obviously they’re not okay phil! the poor kid is lying on the floor.”

  slowly getting up, you try to reassure both of them that you’re okay. “no, no, no, don’t worry. i am perfectly okay.” while you don’t know exactly how you sound, based on the expression on phil’s face, you don't think you sound very good.

  “uh, yeah, how about no. you sound like you’ve draken a whale bottle of vodka.” phil walked over to you and grabbed you by the arm, trying to hold you up.

  “i’m fineeee”

  “no, your fucking not. you’re burning up.” phil looked at you, angrily. “you need to go to bed.”

  “but i don’t wannaaaaa. i feel fineeee.” you felt like crying, for absolutely no reason. with that, you passed out on the floor.

  phil and kristin somehow managed to get you back up the stairs and into bed. once you were safely in your room, with no risk of cracking your skull open, phil took your temperature. “mate, your temperature is at nearly 102°. you’re lucky i don’t take you to a hospital.” he started at you, disapprovingly.

  “i’m sorryyyyy dadza. are you mad at me?” in your deluded state you pouted at him, like a child.

  “no, i’m not mad at you. just disappointed. you should’ve known not to do that. you’re old enough to know when you’re sick.” he stared at you with a disapproving look.

  “but that’s even worseeeeee” you felt like balling your eyes out. out of embarrassment, you tried to hide under your blanket. “can you tell mumza i’m sorry for worrying her?”

  above you, you heard phil laugh. “it’s not that big a deal, kid. i’m just upset. you could’ve seriously hurt yourself. i was worried.”

  “you were worried about me? awwwww, i love you too dadza.” you moved your head out of the blankets, smiling at him with dried tears and sweat on your face.

  “yeah, yeah. now shut up and go to bed.”

  kristin walked in, hearing what he said. “phil, don’t bully the kid. they already feel like shit.” out of the corner of your eye, you saw her look over to phil and smile at him.

  “i’m not doing anything, swear on my life!” he put his hands up in defense of himself, making you laugh.

  turning away from him, she directed her next question towards you. “how you feeling, kid? took quite a tumble there.” she smiled at you and ushed your hair out of your face.

  “i’m sorry for worrying youuuuuu. i love you, mumza. promise.”

  laughing, she leaned down to kiss you on the head. “love you too, kid. now, want me to sit with you and we can all watch some netflix or something?”

  you silently nodded and the two of them joined you on the bed, not caring very much if they got sick. after not even an hour, you all passed out.

  a few hours later, everyone returned back from the convention. let’s just say wilbur now had some very valuable blackmail.

hope you like it! this was so wholesome i- wfowcsjvri

i want parents like dadza and mumza now

[ezzydean]

102.“Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?” LET REI SAY FUCK

definitely under a cut cause of language.  like.  a lot of language.

REI SAYS FUCK (and a few other choice words)

thank you @cattatonically for your help :D

800 words, adult language, HaruReiSei cause that’s just what i do

click here to read on my blog instead of the dash

The front door opens and Haru is about to call out a greeting when he catches sight of Rei talking on his phone as he shuts the door and kicks off his shoes.

“Please, tell me,” Rei says as he taps his shoes into place with his foot and almost throws his messenger bag into the closet.  “Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?”  

Haru blinks a few times before settling down onto the couch.  This should be good.  Rei is in a mood.  Haru can only wonder if it’s the kind that will taper off, all thunder and lightning and no rain, or if the house is about to be the eye of the hurricane, eerily still while the world crashes around them at the mercy of Rei’s rage.

“Okay no.  If I wouldn’t be selling my dick to the damn Devil to do it I’d happily fuck Sugawara six ways to Sunday and then some.  But even I have more self-preservation skills than Makoto.  And I willingly work with Momotarou and Ryuunosuke.  So that’s saying something.”

Haru snorts softly.  There are a lot of them that would happily fuck Sugawara six ways to Sunday and back.  But none of them want to deal with the combined forces of Tsukishima and Iwaizumi after the fact.  Except, apparently, Makoto.

“Him?  No.  Kou, honestly.  I don’t even have the time of day for that overly conceited fuckwit.”  Rei yanks off his jacket and stuffs it in the closet.

Ah.  He’s chatting with Kou.  That explains the lack of filter.  Rei spends so much of his time being polite and neat and put together that he rarely lets his guard down.  Kou is the only other person that Haru knows of that Rei has absolutely no filter around.  The only other person who knows just how filthy his mouth can be.

He glances at the other end of the couch and mentally shrugs.  Well.  She was the only other person.

“Kou.  I know you can take care of yourself.  But honestly.  Today?  He crossed a line.  Oikawa is a useless, cocksucking, gaseous feces filled skin sack.  With the goddamned intellect of a motherfucking toddler on a sugar high who just discovered their parent's secret stash of cocaine and mainlined that shit like a they were possessed by the spirit of Gluttony itself.”

“Wow,” Seijuurou breathes out.  He’s clearly trying to process all the words, to compare this Rei with whatever Rei is in his mind that he’s known the last few years.  “Okay.  That was.  Some strong language.”

Rei freezes in the doorway and glares at Haru.  Haru simply shrugs.

“Fuck me,” Rei bites out.  “No,” he adds into the phone.  “Not you.  Haruka apparently has company.  I’ll talk to you later.”

“Wow,” Seijuurou repeats as Rei ends the call.

“I am allowed to swear in my own home.”  Rei’s voice is as tense as his shoulders are when he crosses his arms and stares at them.

“Fuck yeah you are,” Seijuurou agrees.  “I just didn’t expect it to make me want to drop to me knees and blow you.  I get what Haru meant when he said your mouth is one of the things that does it for him.”

“Haruka!”  Rei’s glare zeroes in on him and Haru, once again, shrugs.  There is absolutely no remorse in his body right now.  He finds his boyfriend hot as fuck when he swears.

“Well it does,” he drawls out as he settles even deeper into the couch.  “You know I enjoy it.  No shame in that.”

“Okay but why were you even discussing that with him?”

“What the hell are we supposed to talk about when we're drunk and trying to ignore Nagisa and Momotarou making out two feet away from us?”  Haru glances at Seijuurou for support and gets it in the form of Seijuurou nodding eagerly.  “To be fair you’re the one who wandered off and left us alone at Iwaizumi’s that night.”

Seijuurou shudders.  “I do not need to see my brother's tongue in someone's mouth ever again in my life.”

“Fuck,” Rei whispers, clearly done with this conversation.

“I mean.”  Seijuurou glances between them.  “I’m down for it if you are.”

Rei blinks a few times, then sighs.  “What the absolute fuck is my life?”

“From what Haru says, full of really, really great sex.”  Seijuurou grins.  “Sex that I would totally be okay with participating in if you’d be amenable to that.”

It’s not anything they’ve talked about in depth but Haru can see Rei running it through his head, turning it this way and that, playing out all the angles.  Rei’s gaze slides from Seijuurou to Haru.

Then he smiles, syrupy sweet.

Looks like Rei’s rage is shifting into a long, drawn out storm, anticipation clinging to Haru’s skin like humid summer air; Haru’s favorite kind of storm to weather.

[alignallofthelights]

Social Media Trending Analysis: Walker vs. DeanCasWedding

Social Media Metrics for Duke 1x05

Now that it’s the next day after the premiere of Duke, the fifth episode of the first season of Walker, I wanted to share the insights I found. Last night #Walker trended to #3 at United States Twitter Trending Top 30. During the course of the evening the show accumulated an excess of 12.3K, some additional hash-tags that trended during the course of the live tweeting included: #SendLoveToTexas and #Micki. 

It’s come to my attention that during the live tweeting a Destiel fan posted some information concerning the social media analysis which directly compared the #DeanCasWedding to #Walker. I will share the tweet for ease of reference. 

As you can see there are a number of issues with this data/cross analysis. I’ll begin to go through them point by point and then do a cross comparison of the two campaigns side by side. 

First and foremost you will see from the tweet in question that the poster did a 7-Day analysis between #Walker and #DeanCasWedding. This means that during the time #Walker was trending they completed a report that ran from 2/12-2/18. For those who are unaware #DeanCasWedding trended on 2/14, and Walker airs regularly on Thursdays. The past two Thursdays were 2/11 and 2/18. The poster is comparing a 7 Day analysis of a hash-tag to one that surges on Thursday during a live-tweet. The author is comparing apples to oranges. 

Secondly, Nielsen and Networks, don’t care about 7 Day reports and trends unless they are news programs or soap operas who have content being shared with public audiences every day or every week. There is no reason for them to monitor chatter in this way. Additionally Nielsen does not care about anything outside of the 7 hour airing window of the show in question. For example if you want your tweets to count towards the network/show and Nielsen’s top tweeted shows and your show of preference airs at 8 PM, only tweets from 5 PM - 12 AM will count towards the shows social media presence. Networks and content providers don’t care about anything outside of those hours. Which again shows how meaningless a 7-Day report is for social media concerning television series, and why I won’t track hash-tags outside of the day/time it trends. 

Now that those quick details have been addressed, I’m going to do a side-by-side analysis of the two hash-tags when they trended on the dates in question #DeanCasWedding on 2/14 and #Walker during the live tweet of 2/18. For those who are interested in seeing my original report on the DeanCasWedding trend data it’s here for reference. 

#DeanCasWedding

As shared before this is the most important data from the #DeanCasWedding. It trended on Twitter’s United States Trending Top 30 at #4 on 2/14, and generated a collective 46.3K tweets before it stopped trending at around 10-11PM EST. As mentioned before this campaign had a very high retweet threshold 67%, and a very high portion of the contributors had accounts that have been active for less than 1 year (26%), this is a high indication of sock puppet accounts/fake accounts. The average Destiel fan account tweeted 5-8 times on average to make the hash tag trend over the course of the 10-11 hours, with some of the top contributors tweeting an excess of 400 times. All this is provided in the report shared earlier.  

What does that mean? I want to zero in on the contributors column and the reach, because this is the heart of it all. Although they had 5.3k people contribute to their campaign the conversation was very insular, that means that the people tweeting likely had the same audience, same followership, and in general the same handles talking back and forth in a very small pool of people trading comments between one another. I will do a comparison to #Walker’s premiere later on because it’s the only other campaign I have record of that had a similar tweet threshold and trended for around the same time (During it’s premiere #Walker and #Jared Padalecki trended for 15 hours, peaked at #4 on Twitter’s Top 30, and generated 59.6K tweets). 

The bottom line here is that even though #DeanCasWedding was able to trend the substance is not meaningful due to the factors of reach, retweeting non-original content and sock accounts polluting the tag with what networks really value which is eye-balls reaching the tag and new people either learning or engaging with show/content. 

#Walker (1x05, “Duke”)

Looking at the data side by side, you will begin to notice a few differences. Some are intuitive. #DeanCasWedding had more tweets 43.6k to Walker’s Duke 12.3k, and as such they had more tweets and contributors. This makes sense, the hash tag trended longer, and Duke is in episode 5. However look at the reach between each of these campaigns. 

Duke’s Walker was able to reach 6.5 Million people, compared to DeanCasWedding’s 3 Million. Again this 12.3K+ tweet hash tag that trended for a handful of hours when the episode aired, was able to out reach a hashtag that trended for 10-11 hours on a Sunday with less competition, and on a day where people have more disposable time. This was also in light of Texas going through a major power outage, and understandable concern in addition to more topics taking light away from Walker (understandably and rightly so I may add). 

What this shows is that the individuals who are contributing to the Walker hash tag are diversified, meaning they have different account followings, different accounts who are live tweeting, and that the reach of these individuals is beyond that of Supernatural, and that they are engaging with more people overall. Even though Walker had ~30K less tweets than #DeanCasWedding the economical value of this hash tag is greater because of the reach, and the fact that the contributors are truly diverse from each other (i.e. they are all not retweeting and retargeting towards the same audiences, and double dipping and speaking with the same accounts). 

This can be seen in the number of original tweets created during each campaign. Walker’s Duke had 6.2K original tweets for a 12.3K hash tag, while DeanCasWedding had 13.7K original tweets for a 46.3K hash tag. 

Here is another interesting factor, the age of the twitter accounts who participated in this hash tag are lower than the DeanCasWedding one, showing the likelihood for less fake accounts. Walker has 18% of these newer accounts, while DeanCasWedding has 26%. Again why does a Destiel have so many users with less than 1 year accounts when the ship has existed for 13 years?  

Conclusion

What’s my point with this? Just because something has a high tweet count doesn’t mean it’s actually valuable as a social media campaign. It’s more important to go deeper into the data and understand who is interacting and how they are interacting. The number of tweets is just a small portion of a larger picture. 

I’m going to make my last point here because I know the Extreme Destiel fans are children and they will likely only look at the contributors column and boast how they have more people tweet over their campaign (ignoring the fact that it  took them weeks for several of the content creators to prepare for the date in question, and that they jumped on the fandom wagon from Samantha and Chad with the Roadhouse AU twitter roleplay), and so I want to dispel the notion here by sharing the Walker Premiere data. 

Walker Premiere

As mentioned above the Walker premiere trended for 15 hours on January 21st, peaked at #4 on the Twitter Trending Top 30, and generated 59.6K tweets. As you can see here the total contributors for the premiere far out scale and outweigh any numbers of the Destiel fan made wedding, and ultimately this is the reason why I don’t think any of their smear campaigns, jealousy and angry tweeting matter. The economic value of Walker is more than 7 times greater than the value of Destiel. 

When you compare similar scaling trends it’s clear #Walker is way bigger than Destiel is. 9.2K contributors, 5k individuals creating original content during the premiere, a retweet rate of 3-4, and wait for the K.O.

Look at that reach. 102 Million for Walker vs. 3 Million for Destiel. To further add salt to the wound: 

Minimal to no bot accounts. 

#micdrop

[natrogersfics]

PREVIEW - Game Plan: Chapter 3

Artwork by @faith2nyc​ Catch up on Chapter 2  Read on AO3

He can’t breathe. Well, maybe he’s being a touch dramatic. It’s not as if the tightness he’s feeling in his chest right now is akin to having a three-hundred-plus-pound defensive end pinning him to the ground, though Steve’s certainly experienced that enough times to know it’s pretty damn close. And just like when he’s sacked in the pocket, he’s uncomfortable – irritated, even. But the worst part is, he doesn’t actually think it has anything to do with the interviewer that’s been trying to cajole him into a cringeworthy sound bite for the last half hour.

The irony that he’s now sitting for an interview does not escape him. When the Avengers had first announced his signing, the reception was a mixed bag. There were some who cheered, delighting in the idea of him mounting a comeback and raving about what a coup the front office had pulled. Nevertheless, many were skeptical. Hardcore fanatics were, at best, lukewarm about the idea of a former NFC West quarterback jumping to the AFC East. Pundits on Sports Center dissected his ability to play pro ball again after a two-season hiatus. Then there were the ever-unescapable critics. He’s sure they had a lot to say (and likely still do), but if he hadn’t paid attention to them back then, he sure as hell isn’t going to do so now.

Fast forward two weeks, one front page cover, and a charity campaign kickoff later, and suddenly the tides have turned. Such was the number of requests Natasha had received from podcast hosts to talk show producers alike to book time with him that they had no other option but to schedule back-to-back interviews while he trains at the Avengers’ remote facility out in New Jersey. And that’s how he wound up in his current predicament – his patience running thin as he sits mic’d up on a plush leather seat in the Press Room in the middle of his third interview of the day.

“Let’s talk about your career.”

The suggestion comes from his left, where a wooden desk with a surfeit of props across the surface has been situated on the makeshift set. Behind it sits Johann Schmidt, the famously mercurial host of the streaming talk show HAIL HYDRA! and known to sports fans across the nation as the Red Skull – a moniker bestowed upon him for his impossibly sharp features and his penchant for dressing in the fiery color.

“7 seasons, 102 games played, 23,671 passing yards, 171 total touchdowns, 73.4% pass completion rate…”

As Schmidt rattles off a list of his career statistics, he steals a glance towards the front of the room, half expecting Natasha to interject that his pass completion rate is actually 74.3%, not 73.4. But she doesn’t, and he realizes that unlike the last few times she’s cut in when an interviewer misstates a fact about him or his career statistics, she isn’t doing so now because her attention is elsewhere. Or, more accurately, it’s being monopolized by the towering stranger she’s been talking to since the start of this interview whose words now have her tipping her head back in laughter.

The thought triggers a bitter taste in his mouth, and right then and there, it hits him. The inexplicable tension in his body, the irritation he feels – it’s nothing short of the green-eyed monster.

He’s always been competitive. He is an athlete, after all, and he’s almost certain that anyone would be hard pressed to find one that didn’t prioritize winning. But jealousy is just not an emotion he’s ever leaned into. It’s childish, nonsensical, and he’s seen the crazy things it’s driven other people to do. Not to mention the fact that right now, he has absolutely no right to feel it – especially when it comes to Natasha. With that in mind, he shifts in his seat in an effort to shake the feeling away, turning his attention back to Schmidt.

“The New York Avengers haven’t had a successful run in the playoffs in quite some time,” Schmidt states into the windscreen covered microphone before him. “That said, it’s still the most storied franchise in the league, which is why it’s understandable that fans may be dubious about whether or not you’re the right man to lead the team back to glory.” Schmidt pauses, his expression bordering on menacing as he leans forward in his seat. “So, tell us, Steve, why do you think you’re the player to do that?” Schmidt lifts a shoulder. “What makes you so... special?”

“We all know I’ve suffered a major injury and that I haven’t played professionally in two seasons. So, I get it,” he acknowledges. “I get why fans are skeptical to give me a chance.” He shakes his head. “You ask what makes me the man to lift this team back up… What makes me so special? The answer, Schmidt, is nothing.” He shrugs. “It’s true that I’m often associated with LA because that’s where my career began. But at the end of the day, I’m just a kid from Brooklyn-”

“Just what every fan base wants to hear, am I right?” Schmidt interrupts, practically reveling in delight as he smirks. “The savior they’ve been waiting for… and he turns out to be nothing but ordinary.”

“Perhaps you see it that way, but I disagree,” he says, prompting Schmidt to raise a brow. “Being a kid from Brooklyn means that I can’t” – he pauses, shaking his head – “I won’t back down from a challenge.” He sighs. “So, while I can’t guarantee fans a Lombardi at the end of the season, what I can guarantee is that every time I put on that uniform, I will leave my heart out on that field.”

Schmidt is stunned into silence, and it’s only when the room suddenly bursts in applause that he comprehends why the man’s glib expression has soured into a scowl. Turning away from the host, he allows his eyes to sweep across the room to see the entire crew – both from the Avengers and from HYDRA – clapping enthusiastically. As he spots Darcy and Wanda in the corner, both of whom offer him two thumbs up, pride begins to surge through him. But it’s only when he sees Natasha next to them, her lips quirking as she gives him a nod of approval, that he smiles – his earlier discomfort all but forgotten.

“You killed it!” Natasha exclaims as he walks towards her at the end of the interview, and he’s surprised when she leans in to wrap her arms around him.

“Think so?” he says, returning the embrace and letting his lips pull upwards into a smile.

“Know so,” Natasha says as she pulls away. “Oh, there’s someone I’d like you to meet.” Natasha moves to his side, and he looks up to see the man she was talking to earlier standing before them. He’s dressed in an impeccably tailored charcoal suit, his stature massive enough that he could easily be a tight end or even a center. “Steve,” Natasha begins, “this is Thor Odinson, CEO of Point Break, the country’s leading athletic wear brand and your new sponsor.” Her words cause the tension in his shoulders to dissipate. “Thor, this is Steve, our starting quarterback.”

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Johann Schmidt stunned into silence before,” Thor says, flashing his perfect teeth as he smiles and extends his hand out to him. “Seriously, good job.”

“Thank you,” he says, shaking Thor’s hand. “But that was all Natasha. She prepared me well.”

He beams in pride as he turns to Natasha, because if he’s learned anything in the last two weeks, it’s that her dedication to her job is unparalleled. Every day since this media campaign has started, she’s easily the most prepared person in the room – ready to fire off a Plan B, C, or D when necessary. While things haven’t always been smooth sailing, he’s certain that nothing has ever escalated into a mishap because of her quick thinking. If he’s had any success in turning the public’s opinion on him, it’s only because he’s been fortunate enough to have her as his guide every step of the way.

More impressive than Natasha’s work ethic though, is her capacity for kindness, and it’s something he’s witnessed time again throughout their relatively short time together. As his Publicist, she’s often the first line of defense when it comes to the media, and though he’s only been back in the public eye for a brief period of time, he’s seen how brash they can be when they press her for information. And yet, she’s never been anything but professional, even when the person before her does not warrant it. Add to that the way she watches over her team and how lovingly she speaks of her sister, and he’s not sure how anyone can do anything but admire her.

“This one,” Thor says, pointing a thumb at Natasha, “is a force to be reckoned with.”

“Truer words have never been spoken,” he says to her more than anyone else, and as she playfully rolls her eyes, he pretends not to notice the hand Thor places on her shoulder.

“When he can nail interviews like that, my job is basically a breeze,” Natasha says, turning to Thor. “Anyway, shall the three of us discuss the rollout strategy for the sponsorship?”

“Yes, let’s,” Thor says, gesturing towards the door. “Lead the way, Nat.”

He arches a brow as he follows them out of the Press Room. Nat?

Read all of chapter 3 here

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If you're doing the prompts, 36, 102, and 268 with Simeon please 🤲

Okie, so. A few things.

1) I’ve never actually answered an ask on Tumblr, so if the format is off, I AM SO SORRY.

2) I used the prompts, however, I reworded them to fit my writing style, and also make the story flow better. Hope that’s okay!

3) I did make a reference with the safeword. Kudos to you if you know what it’s from!

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The prompts were

- “Don’t be gentle.”

- “You deserve a reward for being so good today, what would you like it to be?”

- “Even angels can be bad.”

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You were impressed.

Just before school started, you slipped a buttplug into Simeon, and proceeded to spend the entire day flicking through the different intensities.

You’ve been with Simeon for a little over 6 months, and the longer you were together, the more comfortable he got. And the more comfortable Simeon was, the more vocal he became.

So you were shocked when he was able to keep his whimpers and whines at bay.

Well, expect for when Luke was having him try his new scone recipe, and you turned the vibrator to the highest setting, and he let out a loud moan.

Luckily, he was able to blame it on how ‘heavenly’, the scones tasted, so nothing really became of it.

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As soon as classes ended, you practically dragged Simeon to your room in the House of Lamentation.

Pinning him against the door, you grabbed his waist, before leaning in.

“You did so well today, Baby Boy. I think you deserve a reward, no?” you cooed, nipping at his earlobe.

You could feel him nodding rapidly.

“Well, Baby, what do you want your reward to be?”

Simeon responded by mumbling something into your shoulder.

“Gonna have to speak up, Angel. Mommy can’t hear you when you mumble.”

He lifted his head, before repeating what he said.

“I was hoping that maybe we could try out the new outfit you bought me?”

“The maid outfit? With the cat ears?”

Shaking his head, Simeon sighed, before quietly muttering, “Schoolgirl one.”

“Ohhhh.” You said. You had bought two outfits off of Akuzon as part of your 6-month anniversary present. You were both so busy cramming for midterms, that you hadn’t had the chance to use them yet.

“Of course we can. Wanna go grab that from your room while I get things ready in here?”

“Yes, please.”

“Always so polite, Baby.” You said, giving him a kiss on the cheek, before moving towards your bed.

“Anything for you, Mommy.” Said Simeon, blushing.

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10 minutes had passed, and you only had a few minor things to adjust. The only thing missing was Simeon.

A soft knock on the door pulled you from your thoughts.

Speak of the devil. Or, well. Angel, I suppose.

“Come in, Love!”

You could hear quiet shuffling, and the crinkling of a bag, before it went silent.

Turning around, you looked at your boyfriend.

“You wanna go to the bathroom to get changed? I’m just about finished here.”

“Okay.” He said, taking a few steps, before stopping to look at you. “What’s the scene gonna be?”

Pausing, you thought for a minute.

“How about… I’m your professor, and kept you behind because you’re failing my class?”

A small smile spread across Simeon’s face.

“Sounds good to me.”

“Safeword?” You asked.

“Pineapple juice.”

“Okay, now that that’s settled… Go!!” You giggled, pushing him into your bathroom. “I wanna see you in that outfit already!!”

You shut the door, before yelling, “Scene starts when you leave the bathroom, Dollface!”

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A few minutes later, and a bashful Simeon peeked his head around the door.

“Start?” You reaffirmed.

A thumbs up from Simeon, and you were set.

“Well? Aren’t you going to come in?”

His eyes widened a bit. Glancing down at his outfit, he slowly inched his way into the room.

“Today please, Mr. Simeon.” You said, inspecting your nails.

At your words, Simeon moved forward until he stood directly in front of you.

“Do you know why I called you here, Mr. Simeon?”

Simeon gulped, looking at his feet.

“Yes.”

Reaching out and grabbing his chin, you forced him to meet your gaze.

“Yes, Ma’am.” you said.

“Yes… Yes Ma’am.” He stuttered.

“And why did I call you here?”

“Because… Because I’m failing your class…”

“Correct, Mr. Simeon. I’ve looked over your grades, and after that last exam, I’m afraid I am unable to let you pass.”

“But Ma’am!” Simeon cried, “I need to pass! I can’t fail! Oh, please Ma’am, isn’t there any way I can make it up?”

You raked your eyes over him.

God, you really did a nice job picking out his outfit. A red headband, complete with a bow, sat atop his head. A classic white button up, tied like a bra around his chest, leaving his gorgeous stomach on display. A sleek red tie, done messily around his neck. And riding low on his hips was a skirt. Well, calling it a skirt was giving it a bit too much credit, considering it was barely a scrap of fabric, but it still looked stunning nonetheless. And last but not least- thick, white, thigh-high socks, and a pair of black Mary Janes covering his feet.

It seemed he had also done his makeup at some point- eyeliner and black eyeshadow, paired with a bright red lipstick.

Fuck, how you wanted to ruin him.

Simeon shifted anxiously, clearly waiting for a response.

You slowly stood up, grabbing his waist.

“There is one way…”

“I’ll do it! Thank you, Ma’am! Thank you so much for this opportunity!”

“Fuck, you’re so pretty.” You murmured, gazing steadily into his eyes.

“...Ma’am?” Simeon answered timidly, eyes wide.

You pulled his body flush against yours. A quiet gasp rewarded you for your actions, before you swallowed it with your mouth.

Slowly tracing his lips with your tongue, you squeezed his ass. His mouth opened in a moan, giving you the chance to slip your tongue into his mouth. Gently cupping his jaw, you continued kissing him, before finally parting for air.

Simeon was panting, looking up at you, eyes heavily lidded. You could see a few smudges of lipstick in the area around his lips, making you chuckle.

You pulled away to sit on the bed, making him whine.

“You answered 20 questions incorrect on your last exam, Mr. Simeon. You know this sort of thing can’t go without punishment.”

“But Ma’am, I-”

“No buts. I want you over my knee. Now.”

Simeon seemed to hesitate, before slowly laying himself over your lap.

Grabbing the ruler from the bedside table, you spoke.

“Mr. Simeon, you will be receiving 20 strokes; one for each problem you missed. I want you to count them aloud. If you mess up counting in any way, we’ll start over. Am I clear?”

“...Yes Ma’am.” Simeon muttered.

You grabbed a handful of his hair, yanking it until your eyes met his.

“Louder, Mr. Simeon. I can’t hear you.”

You felt his cock twitch where it rested on your thigh, making you smirk.

“Yes Ma’am!” He said loudly, all the while maintaining eye contact.

“Good.” You said, throwing his head back down. “Let’s get started then, shall we?”

Using the ruler, you flipped his skirt up, revealing his ass.

“Oh?” You said. “What’s this?”

Tracing your fingers along the seam, you admired the white lace thong he wore.

“God, what a slut. It’s like you wanted me to punish you.”

Simeon moaned and wiggled his ass in response.

You ran your palm over him a few more times, before switching back to the ruler.

Bringing your arm back, you let the ruler fall onto his right cheek. Hard.

“Ahh!” Simeon squeaked, jolting forwards on your lap, thighs pressed tightly together.

You waited a moment, before grabbing his hair again.

“What did I just fucking tell you, you useless fucking whore?” You seethed.

You could see Simeon running through his memories, trying to find what he did wrong. It was another moment, before horrified realization flashed across his face.

“...You told me to count,” he said, avoiding your gaze.

“Correct. I didn’t think we would be starting over this soon. After all, aren’t angels supposed to be good at taking directions?”

“I…” He said, looking around wildly.

“I guess angels can be bad, too, huh?”

Simeon only whimpered in response.

You went to strike him again, but paused before you swung.

“Remember to count this time, Mr. Simeon.”

And with that, the ruler went flying down onto his left cheek.

“One!” Simeon said, before he peeked up at you.

“You don’t have to be gentle, you know.” He began. “I can take it.”

“Oh really?” You said with a laugh. “You’ll regret saying that, Mr. Simeon.”

You swung again, and again, and again.

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“Thirteen, foURTEEN, FIFTEEN!” Simeon squealed, as you landed three harsh slaps in rapid succession.

Running the ruler over the marks, you spoke.

“Only a few more to go, Mr. Simeon, and then you’ll be done.”

Sighing in relief, Simeon let his head hang briefly.

Your next hit was hard- the hardest yet- and it landed directly on the skin where his ass met his thighs.

“SEVENTEEN!” He cried, biting his lip.

“God, what a dumb little angel you are, Mr. Simeon.” You tutted.

Simeon’s eyes flew open, and his head whipped around to face you. He looked at you in confusion.

“What number comes after fifteen, Mr. Simeon?”

He let out a gasp, before frantically trying to explain.

“Ma’am, it’s. I-”

“You knew the rules, Mr. Simeon. Again. From one.”

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“NINETEEN!”

Simeon was wrecked. Absolutely fucking wrecked.

His ass was a dark red, and covered in welts. His face was pink and blotchy from crying. Eyeliner ran down his cheeks in messy streaks, and there was a huge smear of lipstick on the left side of his face. He was ruined.

But despite everything, his cock laid hot and heavy against your thigh.

Your last hit was a bit lighter than the previous ones, but you made sure to clip his balls in the spank.

“SHIT! OH FUCK. TWENTY. TWENTY TWENTY TWENTY.” he wailed, before cumming all over your lap.

You laughed, grabbing a handful of his ass.

“Did you really just cum from getting spanked?” you said. “You must’ve wanted this pretty damn bad, then.”

You hoisted Simeon up, until he sat straddling your lap. Tilting his chin up, you continued.

“You may have passed the test, but you still have a number of outstanding assignments. And not to mention your horrible attendance.”

He sniffled.

“How can I make it up to you?”

“Well,” you began, “you can start by sucking my strap.”

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Simeon knew he was in for a long night.