#why is it so nerve racking to tag people

[2knightt]

୧ ׅ𖥔 ۫ ‘you’re my best friend, i’ll love you forever.’⋄ 𓍯

𖦆 ː you and ponyboy went out to watch the sunset together when you’re mistaken as a couple. ♡🎀 ໋֢ 𖥻

…this is totally TOTALLY last minute for @rumble-aint-a-rumble-without-me ’s event. but like go support them and the other talented writers who have done this. dillo was, and still is, my biggest inspiration for this account.‧₊˚ ✩

“my, aren’t you two just the cutest?”

the old ladies cooed, soft smiles on their faces. they thought they were complimenting a cute, teenage, drunk in love couple.

you and ponyboy just sat there, feeling awkward. of course, you two were the only ones that felt it in the air.

“..huh?”

you were the first one to speak up—confusion written all over your face. you wanted to ask how they came to that conclusion, but the position you two were in weren’t helping.

it’s almost sunset, the park is empty besides you and pony (plus the old ladies) and you sat on the same bench, maybe a little too close together.

“oh gods—i remember when me and my first husband were like you two. don’t you remember, mary?”

“how couldn’t i? he was all you ever talked about. the boy looks an awful like him, too.”

ponyboy’s lips were tightened as he looked toward you, his eyebrows pinched together.

‘what’s happening?😧’

‘i don’t fucking know.🧍‍♀️’

the two of you mouthed as they went on about the lady’s first husband. as soon as they finished, they turned their attentions back to you.

“oh, don’t mind us! you two were just too cute not to compliment. it’s so nice to see that real love still exists in this generation.”

her friend nodded. you just wanted to evaporate. it was a little embarrassing, sure. and as much as you’d hate to admit it—it was kinda sweet.

god forbid two best friends wanna hang out, is what you thought.

THEY THINK WE’RE A COUPLE😍😍🥰🥰, is what ponyboy was thinking.

the old ladies began to walk away after spouting more praises to the both of you, calling you the cutest couple they’d seen in a long time.

you wanted to tell them that you weren’t dating ponyboy—that you were just friends trying to watch the sunset.

but you couldn’t. it was nice to hear that, in a weird way. your eyes shifted toward ponyboy as he watched them walk away, noticing a more details to him than before.

the red strands in his hair was more apparent when the sun was setting rather than when it was fully out. the dirty, navy blue sweater he wore brought out his eyes more than anything.

‘they thought we were a couple. does that mean i have a chance?? is this a sign??? do i have to start praying???🤔😨’ ponyboy thought as you started to fall for him, the same way he did a long time ago.

sure, he might’ve fell for you first—but you definitely fell harder.

[kqulitz]

HEYHEYHEYYY

Idk if you do asks,but i like your writing style!

Sooo imma shoot my shot!

Could you maybe write a bill x reader(fem)

Where they are going to the hotel him and the guys stay but while they walk(only bill and reader) guys keep catcalling reader and at some point one grabs her (chose were) and he looses his shit and bill starts punching tge guy and then reader calms him down and then they get inside and cuddle?...

(Idk if its something too detalied so if it is just change it as long as it is with bill lol 😂)

protection

bill kaulitz x reader

summary: your boyfriend protects you after you get hassled in public.

tags: established relationship, protective! bill, catcalling, verbal harassment, reader’s ass does get grabbed, physical fights, piggyback rides, bill being a bit moody after but he gets over it :), the teeniest tiniest smidge of angst but with comfort, fluff!!

a/n: my asks aren’t open rn but i love this too much so i might as well open them lol and aaah i actually love this request (and ur ask is fine dw!!)

tw: (sexual?) assault (reader’s ass gets grabbed), mild violence

lowercase intended :)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

your giggles echo down the empty street, making your boyfriend grin wider. he loves making you laugh. you’re hand in hand with bill after deciding to go out for a walk to soothe the nerves of being on tour. bill’s hand is warm in yours, your palm sweats slightly but you don’t mind. “why are we walking anyway?” you ask, looking at him. “what? you want a piggyback ride instead?” he teases with a grin. “if you’re offering.” you joke, moving your hand so you could link arms with him. bill holds your arm even closer. “i just thought it would be nice to have a walk before we have to hit the road again.” he tells you.

a group of people catch your eye, yet you don’t give them too much attention. “maybe we can stop in a store and get some snacks for the others.” you suggest, squeezing bill’s arm a little tighter. walking late at night was always nerve-racking, yet you felt safe, you had bill after all. “good idea babe.” bill smiles at you, you reciprocate it. “hey, mädchen!” (hey, girl) a man shouts from across the street. you both glance in the direction of the group, you already feel a bit uncomfortable. “ignore them.” you mutter to bill, who nods. “dump that freak and come hang out with us!” another yells. you can hear their footsteps. bill squeezes your arm protectively, trying to get you to walk a bit faster.

“c’mon, girlie, don’t be like that.” one of the men goes to grab your arm, yet bill hits it away. “leave her alone.” your boyfriend moves you to the other side of the path, shielding you from the guy. “what, you her boyfriend?” he snarks. “i am, actually. now fuck off.” normally hearing this would make sleazy men turn away, yet these guys are persistent. “c’mon bill, let’s just go.” you mumble, feeling a little sick at the interactions. bill’s eyes soften as he looks at you, leading you away from the other guys. a hand grabs a handful of your ass, scrunching your skirt, making you gasp and immediately turn to smack the stranger’s hand away. you feel absolutely humiliated and gross, and as you go to grab bill’s hand to run to the nearest shop he spins around, punching the guy.

“bill-!” you yelp, grabbing his arm. you can’t count how many punches bill had got on the guy, but the stranger stumbles back at the force of them, almost falling as he cradles his jaw where the first attack had landed. “c’mon man, she’s not worth it.” his friend glares at bill, who glares back; ready to swing again if he has to. the three men leave, and you sigh. “you didn’t have to do that.” you grumble, walking ahead. bill furrows his brows. “what? he grabbed you! what did you want me to do? let you get grabbed?!” bill argues, following you into a store. you hush him softly as to not disturb any people inside the shop. bill broods quietly, clenching and unclenching his fists as he tries to calm himself.

you silently grab whatever snacks and drinks you see before approaching the counter, ignoring how bill shuffles behind you. “bist du in ordnung?” (are you okay?) the woman behind the counter asks, scanning your stuff for you. “ja, danke, es war eine seltsame nacht.” (yes thank you, it’s just been a weird night.) you reply with a small smile. she rings you up, bidding you and bill farewell as you both leave the store. “i’ll carry it for you.” he mumbles, grasping the bag gently. “i think you’ve done enough for tonight.” you sigh, yet the bag slips from your hand into his. bill frowns, yet doesn’t say anything else. you walk back to the hotel with him, yet bill eventually stops you around a block away. “what?” you ask, voice quite soft considering you were upset. “c’mere.” he turns, gesturing for you to get on his back. you can’t help the smile on your lips as you hop onto your boyfriend’s back, legs wrapping around his hips as his slender hands support your thighs.

bill carries you the rest of the way, thumbs gently stroking your outer thighs. you hug his shoulders, resting your head against his as you let your eyes close. it had been a long day and you couldn’t wait to get into your hotel room and relax. stepping into the lobby, bill finally lets you down off his back, turning and pressing a gentle kiss to your lips. “c’mon.” you fish the room key out of your pocket, leading bill to your hotel room. opening the door, you step inside, sighing softly. tom’s head rises from his pillow to look at the two of you. “you look like shit, bill.” he teases. “shut up.” your boyfriend sighs, flopping onto one of the beds. “shoes.” you tap bill’s leg in passing, making him sigh and sit up to undo his sneakers. “you brought snacks?” tom asks, sitting up in his bed. “yeah. where’s gustav and georg? i brought them stuff too?” you ask the other twin, who gestures to the door. “they got tired and went back to their room.” he replies as he helps you unpack some snacks.

“bill, can you be a babe and go give these to the boys for me?” you ask softly, fluttering your lashes a little. bill mulls it over for a second. “fine.” he stands, accepting the bag from you. “thanks babe.” you reply, turning away before he can kiss you. bill frowns a little, catching his brother’s eye over your shoulder as you sit beside tom, taking off your shoes as you get comfortable on the bed. tom shrugs, and so bill leaves. “did something happen?” tom nudges you gently. “no… kinda..?” you sigh, opening a drink. “what did he do?” he asks. “nothing… i just… i’ll tell you tomorrow, okay?” you mutter, glancing up at the door as bill comes back in. he’s silent as he gets into the bed the two of you were meant to share. “you’re not gonna be with him tonight?” tom whispers, you shrug. “i dunno…” you respond, voice equally hushed. bill furrows his brows, a pout on his lips. you hated seeing him upset.

the other twin glances between the two of you, realising how thick the tension was. “i’m gonna go shower..!” tom announces as he stands, stretching his arms overhead. “alright.” you reply, grabbing yours and bill’s share of the snacks as you move over to the other bed. bill barely glances at you as tom goes into the bathroom, giving you both privacy. you curl your arms around bill, resting your head on his shoulder. “you didn’t have to do that tonight.” you tell him, kissing his jaw gently. “i know… just- him grabbing you really pissed me off, i had to.” bill engulfs you in a big hug, burying his face into your hair. “well we’re back now, it’s over, okay?” you respond, letting him kiss your forehead gently. “are you mad at me?” bill asks anxiously.

“no… i was just upset at the fact you could of gotten hurt because of me…” you admit, curling closer. bill scoffs. “that’s the least of my worries. i’d rather go to jail than let a guy grab you like that.” you hit his chest gently. “you’re not going to jail..!” you scold half-heartedly. bill exhales slowly through his nose, it gently fans against your face. “yeah, sorry… i shouldn’t of freaked out.” bill sighs. “i’m mainly worried that someone caught you hitting that guy on camera- it could ruin you.” you frown, cuddling closer. “the street was absolutely dead, baby. no one saw us other than those guys.” bill points out. “fine… just don’t go punching guys in public on my behalf.” you reply, half joking. “i can make no promises, baby.” he smiles, stealing a kiss.

tom comes back from his shower, hair damp and fresh clothes on. he smiles at the sight of the two of you curled up together. “made up?” he jests, getting into his own bed. “mhm.” bill hums lowly, too busy relishing your cuddles to respond properly. “we’re fine, tom. don’t worry.” you smile, hand idly rubbing your boyfriend’s back. “good, i don’t wanna be on a tour when you two are upset at each other- it ruins the vibes on stage.” you roll your eyes. “that was one time, tom.” you reply, making the other twin laugh. “just don’t make it two.” tom teases, catching the pillow his brother throws at him. “whatever, tom.” bill sighs, kissing you gently. “and don’t fuck when i’m right here!” tom quips, this time you throw a pillow at him. tom laughs, surrendering as you both settle down again. “i’m keeping these, y’know?” tom states after a while. “okay, tom. goodnight.” bill rolls his eyes. “don’t tell me you two are going to bed early?” tom replies, leaning over a little. “no, we’re not. i think he’s just hoping you do.” you grin.

“you wound me..!” tom jokes, propping himself up on his elbow. “are you saying you don’t value my company?” he asks, a playful smile on his lips. “of course we do. every couple needs a third wheel.” you joke back, turning to look at tom. “hey..!” he gasps. bill can only laugh.

[domripley]

Late Night Rentals

Pairing: Randy Meeks/Male Reader

Warnings/Tags: Handjobs, Light Dirty Talk

Kinktober2020 Day Three: Handjobs

Summary: While the store’s closed, Randy and you are assigned to put movies back that were rented. Who knew people checked out so much porn.

“Why do we have to stay after to fix up the movies?” you groaned, pushing the cart towards the horror section. You were just happy that you weren’t alone, and as much as Randy annoyed you at times, you were glad it was him.

“Right, there’s a killer out there and we have to do this?”

“The only good part about this is we’re at least getting paid for this,”

Randy gave you a fake hurt expression, “The only good part? You get to spend alone time with me, that’s rude.” he smiled when you rolled your eyes.

“Shut up, you know what I meant.”

You placed four VHS copies of Halloween onto the shelf. trying not to think about much of anything. You had reorganized the store multiple times before, but Randy was the only thing on your mind lately.

“What’s your favorite horror movie?” Randy asked as he grabbed another stack of movies from the cart.

“Not really a fan of them, but I do enjoy Halloween, along with A Nightmare on Elm Street. You?”

Moving the cart just a little, you were nearing the end of the horror section and you were dreading the adult section. It wasn’t that it made you comfortable, it was just every time you had to look at a cheesy title, you imagine the person who checked it out. Even if you didn’t see who really checked it out.

Randy took the now empty cart into the back as you finished the pile of movies in your hand. The way Randy was excited to put away the adult films made you cringe - you loved Randy, but sometimes he could be a little too much.

“Here we go!” he called out, bringing the cart to you. You had already walked over to the section, and you laughed at the first title you’d seen: ’Pizza Man Really Delivers.’

“Who would like this shit?” you said out loud, putting it on the shelf.

“Weird straight men? I guess,” Randy took a stack, and placed it on the shelf. Not bothering to look at the titles.

“So you like them?” you were only half joking - secretly wanting to know what he’d say.

“Fuck no, do you?”

“Not my thing, no.”

“Why not?”

You took a deep breath, trying to gain the courage to tell him. You knew he would be supportive, but it was nerve racking. “Because I prefer men,” and when you finally admitted it, you were confused as to why Randy was smiling.

“Same.”

You weren’t expecting that, but you were glad he trusted you enough to tell you. You bit your lip as the two of you maintained eye contact. “Can I admit something to you, (Your Name)?”

“Of course.”

“I’ve thought about you before, what it would be to have your hands on my cock.”

If you were drinking something at the moment he said that, you would have choked on it. Randy moved closer to you, pushing you up against the shelf. You made the move to kiss him as he unbuckled his jeans. He pulled away from the kiss to pull down his pants, along with his boxers.

“Friday the thirteenth boxers, really?” you laughed, you weren’t even surprised.

“They’re comfy!” he gasped as you wrapped your hand around his cock. He was getting harder, and you loved the way he was breathing. “Fuck, your hand feels so good, (Your Name).”

“Good,” you breathed, the way someone driving by could look in and see what the two of you were doing was getting you even more excited. Moving your hand faster along the shaft, you squeezed gently, causing Randy to let out a loud whimper.

Running the pad of your thumb against the tip of his cock, you chuckled as he pulled you in for a kiss. Biting your lip, Randy began fucking your hand as he moaned against your lips. ”Fucking hell!” he shouted as he came, and you let go of his cock.

Bringing your hand up to your mouth, you licked at the come that was on your hand. “You taste good, Meeks,” you teased, wiping the rest of his come on your pants.

“Thanks,” he laughed. “Do you want me to return the favor?”

“How about you come back to my place after we’re done working?”

“Deal.”

[welcometololaland]

technically thursday here, but whatever! have some WIP from product placement ;) TK and Carlos are still hung up on the red vs. blue issue which is really an excuse for me to wish carlos was in a different profession.

Thanks for the tags @heartstringsduet @carlos-in-glasses @strandnreyes @alrightbuckaroo @three-drink-amy @lemonlyman-dotcom @freneticfloetry @bonheur-cafe i loved reading all your posts and they are in the queue ;)

When Carlos opens the door, he’s met with TK himself, an irritated expression on his face and definitely not unconscious.

“Babe, why are you knocking on—”

“Can I come in?” TK interjects in a huff. Carlos is extremely confused, but otherwise somewhat relieved, and he thinks it’s the latter which prompts him to stop asking questions.

“TK, this is your place too,” he says carefully, stepping aside to let his fiancé pass. “You don’t have to ask permission to enter.”

“I just wanted to give you the option of telling me to go and sleep at the firehouse,” TK mutters, attempting to kick off his shoes. “You know, because that’s all I do there.”

“TK—”

“You're a dick sometimes, you know that?” TK snaps, growling as the laces on one of his shoes get stuck underneath the other. 

Carlos narrows his eyes, watching TK fight with his sneakers. “You’re the one that told me my job was basically pointless.”

“I didn’t say that,” TK says hotly, looking up. “I said that you do a lot of paperwork. Which isn’t even untrue!”

“It’s— It’s not what you said, it’s how you said it,” Carlos protests, even though his argument is sounding weaker by the second. To his credit, TK didn’t actually say that police work was a desk job. In fact, Carlos is pretty sure he said that. 

Still, the stubborn part of him – which is definitely inherited from his father’s side of the family – refuses to let him back down. 

“Well I’m sorry you’re so sensitive about people talking about what you do for a living,” TK replies.

“That’s not an apology,” Carlos points out. “Besides, you’re the one who got sensitive when I said that thing about eating meals and sleeping on shift, which is not untrue either.”

“But it’s not all I do!”

“And I don’t just sit there and fill out forms!”

“Well I guess you hand out speeding tickets,” TK says venomously. “But that’s still technically paperwork.”

“You’re only mad about that because you got pulled over the other week and I told you I couldn’t get you out of it.”

Somehow, through their bickering, they’ve brought themselves closer together. TK, now shoving his shoes somewhere in the vicinity of the rack, Carlos cornering him against the wall. It’s becoming abundantly clear what’s about to happen, and TK doesn’t seem to be keen on addressing it. 

“TK,” Carlos warns, shoving down three thousand indecent thoughts as TK reaches for him. Instead of backing away, Carlos crowds him up against the wall and cups his jaw, thumb brushing over the apple of TK’s cheek while his fingers toy with the ends of TK’s hair.

“Carlos,” TK bites out, blatantly staring at Carlos’ mouth.

Carlos reaches his hand around further, threading his fingers through the soft strands. It feels familiar, grounding, and when TK pulls him in by the hips so they’re pushed into his own, there’s no mistaking where this is going.

“We said we wouldn’t,” Carlos gasps, wondering why they’re both so hard. It shouldn’t be normal to be so turned on from TK’s bitching, but somehow he is. He always is. There’s something about TK that is inescapable, even when he’s getting on Carlos’ nerves.

“We said we wouldn’t while we’re angry,” TK whispers, his nose nudging against Carlos’ as he slots their faces together, their lips millimetres apart.

“You’re not angry?” Carlos murmurs, rolling his hips into TK’s, even though he knows it's unhelpful to his prior statement.

TK whines in the back of his throat, something that does nothing but draw Carlos in closer. “I’m not angry,” he protests. “I’m frustrated.”

Open tag because it's very late but also tagging: @rmd-writes @rosedavid @ambiguouspenny @catanisspicy @noxsoulmate @lightningboltreader @nontoxic-writes @hoko-onchi-writes @sunshinestrand @jesuisici33 @orchidscript and @goodways FOR THE FIGHT

[margumis]

For requests... how about

Megumi introduces reader to his friends and Gojo. He is making a big deal about it bc he knows how they can be and that they will probably embarrass him and make reader who is an introvert too uncomfortable.

But like in a fluffy, funny way

- simpdox (its a side blog so I have to ask in anon but tag me if/when you wrote it! Plss)

a/n: okay so I was trying to figure out what kind of setting to do for this, and I was conflicted about reader being from the Kyoto school but I just found out they're about 6 hours apart! so, reader is a regular Tokyo civilian. Ending kinda sucks in my opinion but I literally could not figure out the right way to end it.

here you go @simpdox ! <3

You were seated shot-gun next to your boyfriend of three months as he drove the two of you to a small outdoor lunch place you hadn't tried before to meet his two close friends. Truthfully you were excited, Megumi on the other hand was... worried to say the least.

Nobara and Yuuji could be overbearing, loud, annoying, overwhelming, and idiots to say the least, and you, well you are quieter, overwhelmed easily most times, and too kind to admit the latter to those overwhelming you. Megumi didn't want to ever make you feel those uncomfortable feelings so he kept putting off you meeting Yuuji, Nobara, and especially Gojo.

Ideally you could meet them each one at a time, or maybe never meet Gojo. Yet it didn't workout like that.

"You know we really don't have to go today, I could tell them you don't feel good and I can take you home"

"Meg. I am excited to meet your friends and you aren't changing my mind"

"I just want you to be comfortable and they're really loud and talk way too much, and I can barely handle it sometimes so why would I put that on y-"

"Baby, I understand where you're coming from, but I don't mind people like that, sometimes it's just nerve racking trying to make a good first impression"

"You'll be great, considering they like me, you basically already passed"

You both laughed and you changed the topic to avoid the anxiety building in your chest. You spent the short remainder of the ride mentally rehearsing every scenario and every outcome.

When you arrived it was hard to miss where the two were seated.

"FUSHIGURO WE'RE OVER HERE!!!" Yuuji yelled from ten feet away as if you two couldn't see his pink spikes from a mile away.

Nobara was the first to jump up and greet you. "Oh my god" "You're y/n" "You're so beautiful" She was immediately embracing you and taking you in. "Your jeans, they fit so well where did you get them? Are they tailored?" You were racking your brain, why didn't I think about this possibility. "Uh, I think they're thrifted, just a lucky find" you spouted out hoping you told her the truth, "I can check the brand for you?". Nobara smiled at you, "You could do me one better, and one day me and you go shopping together".

You paused mentally, she was making plans with you so soon, how could she know if you liked you already? Was she just saying things? God she seems like the kind of girl who already has a million pairs of perfect jeans. All you could do was smile and tell her that it sounded great, while your mind was ticking away at whether or not she already thought you were cool.

Yuuji who greeted Megumi first, finally turned and him and Nobara swapped greeting positions.

"You're y/n!!!"

"You're Itadori!"

"Does Fushiguro ever talk about me? No. Better question? You really like him right? He really likes you and has been talking about you for like six months. Head over heels. Puppy love, he's never talked about someone so much. I feel like a proud dad".

You blushed at Yuuji's statements, "Really he's been talking about me before we were even together?"

"Wait what? He's talked about you like he already put a ring on it since the first the first time he mentioned you"

Megumi who was still by your side seemed a little peeved at the leak of information and was the first to suggest you all sit down at the table they had gotten for you all.

You all continued talking, Nobara and Yuuji asking an array of "get to know you questions" and Megumi sat there holding your hand firmly to remind you he was there.

It truly wasn't bad. They were both incredibly kind to you, they even took an interest to ask you about what you ordered, they would've gotten to know your whole family history if it was socially acceptable.

The afternoon was filled with laughter, eating, Yuuji seeing if he could chug a glass of pink lemonade, Nobara shamelessly cheering him on, and Megumi watching in slight disgust, slight amazement. It was nice, especially when you and Megumi caught moments to have your own conversations when the other two went off on their own bickerings.

"I like your friends honey"

"They like you too, you doing okay?"

"Yeah I'm actually good"

Megumi took the brief moment of false privacy to kiss your forehead when Nobara and Yuuji yelled,

"WHOA PDA POLICE" "GET A ROOM" "THIS IS SICKENING"

They both busted out laughing at their antics and Yuuji reassured you they were only joking and that "He's so proud to watch his son fall in love".

"You know it's super rude to be on your phone while getting lunch with people"

"I'm just texting Gojo"

Megumi's feelings of relief were completely washed away, "What about"

"Oh well I sent him a picture of my food and then he got sad no one invited him to lunch so I sent him the address".

All Megumi could do was push his face into his palms and pray.

"Speak of the devil", Nobara exclaimed as a freakishly tall white haired man made his way toward your table.

You whispered to Megumi, "How the hell did he get here so fast??"

And before you knew it he was stealing a chair from another table and making room for himself at the end of the table. "Where you guys talking about me?" A sly grin adorning his features as he pushed his sunglasses down to inspect you. "I don't know you, right?"

"That's Megumi's girlfriend Gojo sensei!" Yuuji chirped.

The man looked like he was going to have a stroke right then as he processed the news, and then wiped a faux tear from his eyes mentioning something about Megumi growing up too fast as he whipped out his cellphone to take an off-guard picture of the two of you.

"Delete that please" Megumi looked defeated by the situation, and you were still confused by who the hell this guy was.

"I'm being rude aren't I? I'm Satoru Gojo, I'm these three's teacher and Megumi's amazing adoptive father"

"That's not how I'd put it"

"Oh he loves me don't let his attitude fool you! Here look at these!". Gojo then showed you an array of pictures of Megumi as a child, in all of which he looked extremely displeased with the man behind the camera. By now Megumi's face was turning red with embarrassment as he watched you giggle at every single picture of him in Gojo's arsenal.

"God Fushiguro you've always been this grouchy?", Nobara asked.

"He's my little grouchy boy that's what I like to call him"

"You've never once called me that"

"His memory must be slipping" Gojo swatted his hand in front of his face and leaned back and sighed, "Well I gotta go, I totally left work just for this"

Before you knew it he was gone and you were confused and pondering why he never even asked your name. Megumi on the other hand was paying his half of the check and preparing to get the hell out of here.

"They were nice you know"

He was still visibly a bit irritated with the Gojo situation as he started the car, but he was glad you were okay at the end of it.

"I got Nobara's number, we might go out one day I think"

He smiled at that, knowing you quickly left a lasting impression on his friends and he admired you for how easily you could do that, and recalled how easily you had the same effect on him.

[mcytblr-archive]

Early MCYTblr Interviews: wormweeb

our interviewee today is @wormweeb, author of the cowboy au, nominee in the 2020 MCYTblr election, and overall MCYTblr veteran. below is a transcript of the questions and answers!

Q: What do you remember most fondly about “Early MCYTblr”? (2020-2021)

A: I think early mcytblr had the perfect mix of being an insular, small community with enough people actually posting (whether it be shitposts, art, fix, etc.) to keep the community alive. Perfect reblogger-creator ratio, I think. I loved seeing the familiar notifications from blogs that frequently RBed my stuff and familiar Urls in the tags (which I probably checked daily lol). There was this infectious energy that made being in the fandom so fun, with all the inside jokes and interactions and inter-blog familiarity.

Q: Do you recall your experience in the first MCYTblr election? What was it like?

A: Honestly, there was a lot of anxiety. I didn’t have many friends in the fandom in the sense that I didn’t often DM with people or talk in discord servers. I was kind of reclusive, so having to reach out to find running mates was nerve-racking! And then being thrust into a huge discord server with a bunch of other people I didn’t really know at all… It was all bizarrely anxiety-inducing. I didn’t really care about the results that much, since it was kind just a popularity contest (no hate, just true). I think the elections were cute and fun, another sort of fandom activity that I think only could’ve worked in an insular but involved fandom.

Q: Building off the last question– in my time archiving, I’ve seen people both hold you in high regard and condemn your blog wholesale. Is it odd to be talked about as a pseudo-historical figure in MCYTblr culture? 

A: It’s mind-boggling! When I did all my posting as wormweeb, roughly July 2020 to august 2021, I was 16/17 and literally never left my house due to quarantine. It’s bizarre to think I was influential in that microcosm of a fandom, because I was truthfully just Some Guy irl. It was weird to see the extremes of how people treated me, with some users (much younger than me, I should add) treating me like a cc, with other people acting like I was a toxic supervillain.

At the time, I was deeply concerned with my image in the fandom. I reveled in the shocked reactions to some of my more… avant guard posts… but I was also really bothered when people talked badly about me. I wanted to be liked and popular, but I also wanted to be shocking and critical. I had contradictory motivations behind my posting, which I probably lead to such polarized reactions to my presence in the fandom.

Ultimately, I think it’s super interesting to see how people talk about me — whether they remember me as ‘that one crazy truthing blog’ or the cowboy au author or a proto-critblr poster or a toxic bad takes poster, etc. I don’t take any of it too personally any more, thankfully.

Q: Do you think that MCYTblr’s cultural shift away from crit and ‘truthing’ has been an overall good or bad thing? 

A: I can’t really say. I think it’s natural that as a fandom expands, the most palatable takes will become the dominant ones, and any unpopular criticism / trutherisms will be pushed to the fringe. I can see why some people thought criticism was toxic and truthing was intrusive, but truthfully, I don’t think it reflected any poster’s moral character. I’m not involved in mcytblr anymore, so I don’t know exactly what the state of the current fandom looks like.

Q: Do you ever find yourself missing 2020-2021 MCYTblr? If so, what do you miss the most?

A: I often do miss that era of my life. Truthfully, I miss the attention and (infinitesimally small, microcosmic) cultural import I had. There was an exciting thrill that came with getting notifications every second of the day — that’s not an exaggeration either. I liked having people leave deranged asks in my ask box, or ask my opinion on some random streamer micro controversy, or people asking me when the next chapter of my fanfic would come out (lol). I, of course, miss the other elements of being in an active fandom — the fanfics, the fan artists, the familiarity between blogs,

However… I also know I was mentally unhealthy during that time. I was isolated, so it was fun and exciting to be an ultra-micro celebrity, but at the same time, I took it way too seriously. Because I painted myself as some sort of moral guardian, the great Intellectual Critiquer of content creators, I was terrified to make any bad takes… which, ironically, I made a lot of. I had painted myself into a corner both being dteam critical and (unfortunately) a genuine dteam stan at the time.

Q: Several in-jokes have lost their context (jewge, ancap dream, tradwife george/dream, homophobic dream and sapnap, republican dream, mega milk sapnap/george, etc). Would you like to provide their context, for archival and media literacy purposes?

A: Here’s a rundown for all of them!

“Jewge” was actually sparked by warpedfungusonastick, which I helped popularized. There are a few old videos where George’s friends called him jewge, and that combined with his ashkenazi last name led me to speculate he was jewish — for what its worth, im also jewish. Unfortunately, I think those videos of baby jewge have been lost to time. But nonetheless, that spawned a mini-jewge fandom, which jewge fanart!

Tradwife George and dream… I don’t know even know. I think the idea of “male wives” was trending on general Tumblr at the time. There was already this fandom idea of Dream being a “needy top” and George being the sugar baby/bitchy/uninterested love interest, which I just transplanted onto the idea of tradwifery. Dream as the doting tradwife, George as the unloving tradwife, etc.

Republican/Anarcho-capitalist dream — Ah, this one is kind of embarrassing!! I was really into jreg, and I was, for the first time ever, exposed to political ideas outside of the generic democrat vs republican dichotomy. I was really fascinated by right-wing libertarian or “ancap” ideology, and I already saw dream as a kind of self-made capitalist success story. At least, that’s what he portrayed himself as. My critique of dream and calling him ancap/republican was kind of a baby’s first leftism moment for me… but I nonetheless think the jokes were mostly funny.

Homophobic dream / sapnap — They gave me republican vibes. Dream especially, with some of his older, unsavory tweets, reeked of edgy gamergate humor.

Megamilk sapnap — I didn’t really pioneer this one! I believe this was mostly a Tumblr user who I think was pandascanpvp, or it was Plates gayminecraftmen (or both).

I’ll use this opportunity to catalogue a few more obscure wormweeb-pioneered AUs.

Homestuck au! I think I imagined it as dream = dirk, George = Jake English. Colournotfound (rip gone but not forgotten) did so much of the sustaining of the au.

Scott Pilgrim au. Dream = Scott, George = Ramona. Fundy = envy. This one got fan art!

Q: What was your physical, mental, and emotional reaction when kaceytron pulled up your crit post on stream?

A: Baffled. Excited. God, I wish I had clipped it! I still have a screenshot. I desperately hoped she would read it to dream (who joined the stream later). That felt like I had peaked as a cc stan blog… having a C-list streamer pull up my post on stream. Literally google searching “dream queer baiting” because she didn’t even know what she was accusing him of, or how to support her argument.

Q: Is there anything else you particularly want to share or talk about? 

A: I was just want to say that although I don’t watch or support any member of the dteam any more, I still am proud of the cowboy au. It’s kind of a relic of the time (especially the gnf and Maya mxmtoon stuff). The general response to the fanfiction was… wow!! Everyone who commented on that fanfiction was so exceedingly kind. People even drew fan art. I am still happy to have written something that, despite the inherent cringeness of it, positively affected so many people.

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Hello everyone! Firstly, I want to thank all of you lovelies for your support and friendship! Posting my art and content is pretty fun but also nerve-racking. But this sweet community of people that I've met have made me feel so blessed and grateful.

So because of that, I wanted to give you all a lil present! As you can see, I am doing a *insert drumroll* art raffle! This really is a thank you to my moots and followers for all the smiles you bring my way!

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[ofstoriesandstardust]

the one with the dress, the dinner, and the drinks

note: i found this dress on a pinterest (in the yellow color, if the link doesn’t work) and after talking to @gretagerwigsmuse (and subsequently @struggling-with-delia) i felt like i wouldn’t be doing Sunshine justice if i didn’t write this. enjoy. 

warnings: implied body insecurities, food mentions, alcohol mentions, mentions of financial insecurity, i had to do research on beer for this, this got away from me

In hindsight, you understand how Maverick had missed all the signs, had missed all the holes in your story. 

How, given the way you had behaved all night, Maverick had mistaken your nerves for butterflies, commenting how it was so nice that even after years of being together you and Bradley were still chasing each other, still falling in love with each other everyday. 

You pad down the stairs, tan heels in hand as you try not to think about the sweat on your palms. 

Tonight, you were meeting Bradley’s Uncle Ice for the first time. In the days since you’d first come to San Diego, Bradley and his friends had described Tom “Iceman” Kazansky to you as nothing short of a legend. Tom had been the one to make the reservation, a nice restaurant by the beach. 

You’d Googled it beforehand, eyes scanning the menu to figure out what you’d eat. You hadn’t missed the 3 dollar signs by the name, the 4.5 stars. You hadn’t missed how it was seated beachfront, inside one of the more expensive hotels in the area. You hadn’t missed how the cheapest thing on their menu, all their sides, started out at eleven dollars. You certainly hadn’t missed that the most expensive thing on the menu was the prime rib steak at sixty-nine dollars. 

If you hadn’t been so nervous about this dinner, you probably would’ve mentioned it to Bradley, expecting a joke about the number amount like he was 13. Still, you were both adults now, and you knew he’d question why you were even looking at the menu in the first place. He’d probably tease you for over-thinking it so much. 

You didn’t even dare click on the tab that would’ve taken you their cocktails and the beers they had on tap, knowing you’d just drink water. Alcohol tonight was probably a bad idea, with all your nerves, never mind the fact that if their sides were eleven (that still sounded absurd). 

And then, just after you’d gotten out of the shower, you’d looked hurriedly, wondering if it was expensive as you thought it was. Your jaw had dropped when the prices started hitting sixty dollars and you’re pretty sure you stopped breathing when the prices started creeping up towards a hundred. 

You had still yet to unlearn the anxiety around spending money, knowing you could afford to go eat at nice places like this once in a while. You’d still yet to unlearn mentally counting every penny you spent, unsure if you’d be able to pay your bills for the month. You’d still yet to unlearn the fear that came with living paycheck to paycheck, knowing everything counted. Even years later, you still feared something breaking, something needing a repair, having to buy a new outfit, never knowing if you had enough money in the bank for it. 

Your co-workers still teased you thrifting your clothes, saying you must be environmentally conscious to search for business causal in places like Goodwill. You didn’t know how to explain to them that it was because you still couldn’t bring yourself to step foot in a store more expensive than a DollarTree, afraid of the price tags.

How do explain the anxiety of going shopping, knowing you’ll have to put everything back on the rack? How do you explain the years of having to turn down invites and being left out because you couldn’t afford it?

Which is why, when you’d bought this dress for this dinner, you were nervous. You’d paced the floor of your apartment back in Boston as you thought about buying it. It was 50% off, you rationalized, and you wanted to make a good impression on these people. You could afford it, despite what your inner 19-year-old was screaming at you, and selfishly, a part of you hoped that maybe a nicer dress would finally catch Bradley’s attention. 

And it had pockets.

Bradley’s sitting on the couch, eyes trained on the Padres game on the television. He’s wearing a nice polo with blue jeans, his arm resting on the back of the couch. You don’t miss the way his biceps look in this position, bulging against the seam of the sleeves. You have to admit that he looks good, you’d be a fool to miss it, and there’s every part of you that wants to turn around and lock yourself in the guest room. 

It wasn’t that Bradley made you feel small, because Bradley Bradshaw never made anyone feel small, at least not intentionally. It was just that he looked so... good, and you looked so... you. A stable job and income didn’t change the fact that you still didn’t really know how to dress yourself, how to put on make-up, years of not being able to afford it making it feel silly to learn. 

It felt silly to try, knowing what kind of girls Bradley could get. 

Girls like Natasha. 

You cleared your throat and Bradley’s attention shifts to you. His eyes look over you and suddenly, you want to shrink back. Too much?

Always too much.

“I can go get a cardigan if you think-” 

“No.” He interrupts, shaking his head. “No, you look great.” You nod, swallowing. 

“Do you think- do you think you could tie the straps on the back?” You ask quietly, stepping a little farther into the living room. He nods, standing up from the couch. You turn, pulling your hair over one shoulder. His fingers brush against your spine as he laces up the back of the dress, fingers nimbly tying the bow. You hold your breath as he works, trying not to think about how intimate the moment feels, how much you want Bradley to pull you close. 

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Pete, Maverick he insisted you call him, beats both you and Bradley and Tom to the restaurant. He’s quick to stand up from their table as the hostess walks you to it to give Bradley a tight hug. You hold yourself back, debating if you should sit down as you take in the beachfront view. 

As the hostess patiently waits for the two to finish up their greetings, you decide to sit, figuring Bradley will follow when he’s ready. Pete seems startled you sat before he could greet you but he doesn’t mention it as Bradley sits down next to you. 

“Welcome to JRDN at Tower23, can I get you anything to drink while you wait for the other member of your party?” She asks, handing Bradley a menu. He tries to share it with you but you just smile at the woman. 

“Water for me will be fine, thank you.” 

Bradley’s eyes flicker over to you in surprise. “I’ll start with he uh... Stone Buenaveza, please.” 

If you recalled form the three different Google searches, that was the salt and lime lager.

“Okay, and will that be a pint or 20 ounce for you tonight?” 

“Let’s start with the pint.” He says as the waitress writes it down. 

“Alright, Stone Buenaveza and the water. That’ll be right out.” 

“Where’s Uncle Ice?” Bradley starts as he closes the menu, leaning back in your chair. You’re attention is drawn from the two men to the people on the beach as the waves crash on the shore. 

“Work meeting ran late and then he hit traffic.” Bradley nods as his arm moves to rest on the back of your chair. 

“Don’t I know it? Crossing the Coronado bridge out of North Island is always hell.” 

Maverick shakes his head. “Only gotten worse over the years.” 

“How long were you waiting on us?” 

Pe- Maverick shrugs. “Not long, maybe only a couple of minutes.” 

The hostess appears again. “Here’s the Stella Artois here for you sir,” She says setting the glass down in front of Maverick. “-and the Stone Buenaveza for you, and then the water for the lady.” 

The woman has barely disappeared around the corner when another hostess appears, a man following behind her. Both Bradley and Maverick stand, and it feels like the wind is being knocked form your lungs as you realize this is Uncle Ice. 

The man is much more intimidating in person, although you aren’t sure if that has anything to do with the stories Bradley and his friends have told you over the last couple of days. 

He smiles as he brings Bradley into a tight hug. “Hey Baby Goose.” 

“Hey Uncle Ice.” Bradley’s voice is muffled into the man’s shoulder. 

Tom lets Bradley go and pats Maverick’s shoulder as he passes. “Pete.” He says with a fond sigh as Mav shoots him a grin. Tom sits down in the chair next to Pete, closest to the railing that separates your group from the beach. You wipe your palms on your dress, suddenly nervous again, as Tom looks to you. 

“Uncle Ice, this is my wife.” 

“Sunshine.” Maverick teases, a shit-eating grin on his face that suddenly disappears with a wince. 

You think Bradley might’ve kicked his uncle under the table.

Tom offers you a firm smile, reaching his hand out. “Nice to meet you.” You extend your hand, shaking his. 

“You too.” He turns your hand over, eyeing the ring you’d stuck on. 

“Surprised you didn't give her Carole’s ring.” 

You freeze, eyes flickering over to Bradley as Toms till holds your hand in his firm grip. 

You didn't even know he had his Mom’s ring. 

“It was a family heirloom.” You say suddenly, the words coming out of your mouth before you can stop them. “It was my grandmother’s, before she passed. My grandparents didn’t have a lot of money when they got married, so this was the first ring they were actually able to afford. It was important to me that it was the ring I wore because Bradley and I didn’t have a lot of money when we got married.” 

It’s all bullshit that’s coming out of your mouth but it seems to satisfy Tom, who lets your hand go. Bradley reaches out underneath the table to squeeze your knee in a silent thanks. 

He hums, opening the menu. He orders a chardonnay you wouldn’t even begin to be able to pronounce. Pete nudges him, offering him a grin. “Same old Tom Kazansky, always getting the most expensive drink on the menu.” 

“Is it?” Bradley asks, looking through his menu as the hostess leaves. 

“It’s a hundred and fifty dollars.” You recite, knowing exactly where on the menu the wine had been. All the men turn to you and you resist the urge to sink down in the chair. “I’m guessing.” 

“You Googled this place before we came, didn’t you?” Bradley asks, narrowing his eyes. You shrug. “Little miss picky eater over here always did that in college, searching up any place before we went there.”

You had always let everyone think you were a picky eater, especially towards seafood (which for some godforsaken reason seemed more expensive then everything else), because the alternative was explaining to them you couldn’t afford to go. You had only let one person know that in high school, the night of prom, and you wouldn’t deal with the shame and guilt that came from someone else paying for your meal out of pity and obligation ever again. 

You know that if you say anything now, Tom will see all the holes in your story and understand. 

He’s looking at you like he already knows. 

“Well, I’m sorry Tom made the reservation for a seafood place.” Pete jokes and Bradley laughs as you try to let the tension release from your shoulder. Tom’s still watching you carefully and you try not wither under his gaze. 

A waitress appears, cutting off the conversation. “Hi all, my name is Rebecca and I’ll be your server for tonight. Do you guys need more time with the menu or do you know what I can get started for you?” 

Tom hums again. “I know what I want. I’ll have the prime rib eye steak.” 

Pete snorts, probably because it is once again, the most expensive thing on the menu. “I’ll have the pork chop.”

“I’ll have the ahi tuna nachos.” Bradley says, closing his menu and handing it to the waitress. 

“I’ll just have the caesar salad.’ You say, handing the waitress your menu. 

“Okay, and would you like grilled chicken or salmon on that?” 

You shake your head. “No thanks.”

“Picky eater, I told you.” Bradley mutters and your heart clenches, not having the heart to tell him that chicken would’ve been another six dollars, the salmon an extra twelve. The salad was already sixteen dollars, the cheapest thing on the menu. 

The conversation falls silent at the table. Bradley nudges your knee with his own and you look over at him as the two men watch you both. He leans closer to you, lips hovering over your ear. “Relax, you’re doing fine.” He says, right hand coming out to squeeze one of your hands, in assurance. 

Pete clears his throat. “So remind me where the two of you met again? UVA right?” 

[freesia-writes]

Chapter 21: Unveil

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During the Clone Wars, the Bad Batch is tasked with a variety of missions across the galaxy. An unexpected addition to their team throws a wrench in the mix, particularly for Tech, who finds a particular connection with this disillusioned Padawan-turned-mechanic named Vel throughout the events in this action-adventure romance. COVER ART BY @zaana!!

Master List of Chapters

Author's Note -- this is a short one. I'm sorry. ;) A new arc begins tomorrow! And we've got some competition... some mystery... some joyful reunion... and some angst... nomnomnom

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Vel woke up in a stark, grey room, on a plain bed surrounded by monitors and tubes. She blinked a few times, trying to remember the events leading up to that point, when she realized the strangest sensations. Her whole spine felt tingly, almost as if it were made of bacta gel. She flexed her fingers, then tried to wiggle her toes, and the total lack of sensation below her waist made her gasp aloud.

"Ah, you're awake," came the most soothing voice she could have imagined at that moment. Tech was seated next to her bed, a couple old books and a datapad on the table next to him, as well as an assortment of ration bars, wrappers, and food scraps. He looked slightly disheveled, though much more like his usual self in his standard armor.

"You probably want an update. We completed the mission while you were passed out. I was able to install the program in the lab's central system and we left without a trace. We left some rumors with a few locals about Terrik's dishonest dealings with the wrong sort of people, and apparently his bad luck had caught up to him. At least that is what they all believed. Wrecker considered the mission a success, and I suppose we did complete our primary objective, but --"

"Tech," Vel interrupted, confused and feeling a panic begin to rise, "Why can't I feel my legs? I feel like my whole back is on fire, or ice, or something."

"Oh, that," Tech said, lowering his eyes to her prone form under the covers, "Your lumbar vertebrae were hit by Terrik's shot, resulting in paralysis from the point of trauma downward. However, we were able to get you to the medical bay of the Tantive IV as it was on a nearby diplomatic mission. The surgeons on board are proficient bone fusers and were able to reconstruct your spinal column with a couple small cybernetic implants, but the nerve damage will take some time to heal."

"So I'm stuck like this? For how long?" Vel asked, eyes glistening. The exhaustion, stress, and confusion were overwhelming, and she fought back tears with rapid blinks.

"I am not certain," Tech responded evenly, noticing her distress. He racked his brain for the most likely sources of comfort, opting for one that seemed the most natural. "It is most likely that you will be able to walk again in the near future. The timeline is impossible to estimate at this point."

Vel closed her eyes, wishing she could escape the sensation of electricity running up and down her body. She even thought she felt it in her legs, but that seemed impossible. Sleep felt tantalizingly inviting, even though she'd just woken up. Maybe just a short rest, to process it all... She felt a warm, gentle hand take hers and looked up to see Tech standing over her with as much of an empathetic expression as he could muster.

"Does this make you feel better?" he asked earnestly. "I am sorry for the incredibly unfortunate events you have endured. Broken bones are never ideal, and when the spinal cord is involved..." He trailed off, caught by the intensity of her gaze. "Would you like me to stop?"

"No," she said softly, bringing her other hand over to rest on top of his. "I'm glad you're here." Without her permission, her eyes lowered slowly, and she drifted off. Tech remained for a moment, watching her thoughtfully, before releasing her hand and returning to his seat.

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Racing Hearts - E.Edwards

“One step forward, two steps to hell. I can't give up but I'm so unwell. It's me against the world, against myself. But this is not the end.”

- The end, Thomas Day

Y/F/N = your full name

Couldn’t think of a good way to end this so it is what it is but enjoy!

Ethan was well aware of what he signed up for when he started dating a professional motocross rider. When his season ends hers starts, the never ending road trips to races all over the world. Championships. He had never been one to see the enjoyment of riding dirt bikes but his girlfriend didn’t see the fun in hockey but they were each others biggest supporters in every game, every race, every chance either one of them had of a win. They were competitive. It ran in their blood.

When her season started and she asked if he wanted to tag along for the first three races he couldn’t say no. He loved seeing her have success. So he agreed and packed his bag, along with the team shirts and hats his girlfriend so graciously had gifted him. His usual getup of maize and blue being replaced by red and black. The number #12 written in big letters on the back along with her racing team. “You know I could get used to seeing you in that.” The voice of his girlfriend is muffled by her helmet, but he can still see her eyes behind the tinted visor.

He’s seen her in her gear hundred of times when they’re in her hometown on the track behind her house or on races but it still gives him butterflies. How he got so lucky to get someone as cool and fearless as her as his girlfriend he will never understand. But he’s damn lucky everyday that she chose him. “Don’t get your hopes up baby, it’s maize and blue for life.” Ethan’s lips curve into a smirk, reaching out to wrap one of his arms around her shoulders. A quick kiss to the top of her helmet, something they both do before every race or hockey game. “This isn’t hockey Eddy, maize and blue doesn’t matter here. Here it’s all about red and black.” Knocking her helmet against his chest she starts walking towards her dad - also known as her mechanic - and the rest of her team.

It’s always nerve racking before a race start, even if Ethan isn’t the one sitting on the bike he can feel it. The adrenaline is the same as when he steps on the ice. It’s all consuming and you get tunnel vision. All you see is the end goal. The win. So when the race gate falls he’s standing in his seat, shouting and hollering her name and encouragements in the air along her dad. Both of them waving their arms in the air. When she rides past the top two the cheers grow even louder, it’s electric. Chants of her name in the air around them and flags with her number waved around. It felt cool to see so many people admire her the same way Ethan does. That others also notice how amazing she is at what she does.

“Y/F/N takes the lead. It’s always a pleasure to see her on the track!” The speakers sparks in the background but Ethan can’t seem to rip his gaze away from the race.

He tries to ignore the pull in his stomach as he watches everyone getting closer to one of the bigger jumps. She’s done this over a thousand times Ethan tries to talk himself down from the anxiety. He knows things may happen in the sport, they happen in his too! It’s never a given that no one will ever get hurt. He just didn’t think it would be his girlfriend.

But that anxiety skyrockets when he sees her bike flying, her body being tossed in the air like a rag doll. Ethan thinks he hears her dad screaming no but he isn’t sure. It’s like his body stopped working when he saw her hit the ground. Body rolling down the sand hill. One arm wrapped around her head, the other across her stomach.

All Ethan wants is to run down to her but he knows he can’t, not until they’ve stopped the race and it’s safe for him to go down. Watching paramedics run over the track he just wishes that she would move. Why isn’t she moving? Her dad softly pushing Ethan forward brings him back to reality, both men sprinting full force down the stands. Jumping over the fence before running to where the group of people have gathered. Pushing his way to the front Ethan is met with his girlfriend sitting up, one of the medics checking for any obvious injuries. The sound of Y/N grumbling out that she’s fine brings a smile to his face. She may have had the wind knocked out of her but she’s still the same spitfire he knows.

Throwing her helmet off she runs a hand through her hair. She’s pissed off but she’s fine and that’s more than he had hoped seeing the crash. Y/N places her hand on Ethan’s cheek, forcing him to make eye contact with her. “Hey baby I’m fine, my ribs will be bruised but I’m fine.” Nodding he peppers kisses on her forehead, it tastes like dirt and sweat but he’s never been more grateful for it.

“I love you and you know that but I think I’ll just stick to watching you train at home from now on or I’ll die before I’m 21 of a heart attack.”

“Alright, deal.”

[fairybinie]

COPYCCINO — 05: who are you.

synopsis: soobin has been talking to who he thought was his unrequited crush on messages, only to find out through a visit to their coffee shop that it was in fact not them. not only does he meet the real y/n, he runs into their friend yeonjun, an ex friend of his who he has some unresolved issues with. as soobin and the real y/n are getting to know each other, yeonjun and soobin are working through their misunderstandings, as well as trying to figure out who the catfish was.

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a/n: written (2.6k) + smau, profanity, mention of harassment, soobin is kinda a meanie but can you blame him really 😓

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after standing outside this small coffee shop for a few minutes, soobin manages to take his phone out from his pocket while his leg shakes anxiously. mostly due to nerves, but also due to the fact that he didn’t use the restroom before leaving his dorm. he was a mess to say the least, but he was finally getting the chance to meet his secret admirer after what felt like years.

soobin sends his text and sees that yun sent him something as well. it really doesn’t take much for the boy to be overwhelmed with fluttery emotions as he gets soft over the fact that they each sent something at the same time. it makes him feel like yun was thinking about him at the same time he was and that makes him insanely happy. he really likes this person so much.

he can’t say he’s not disappointed to find out that they’re not even at the same coffee shop. sure, he thought it was slightly weird that yun never told him which one to meet him at. “the one near our school” was pretty vague. he reasoned this with the fact that he doesn’t know many places around this town as he enjoys spending his time inside, his friends being the main reason he finds out about things.

soobin brings his bike to the rack and sets it in its place. he can’t help but think about the times that beomgyu has teased him for not having a car instead, although the boy hasn’t even picked up the manual himself. soobin doesn’t mind though, he loves nature and enjoys feeling the cool breeze as he takes in his surroundings every time. it’s a feeling he can’t describe but he knows it’s one of his few joys in life. he quickly brushes the thought away and he heads inside the shop after giving yun a heads up.

the aroma of freshly brewed coffee beans hit soobin all at once. it’s fresh inside, perfect for this warmer weather. the place has a homey feel to it, you automatically feel welcomed as soon as you step inside. with a mix of some beige, off white, and pinks, it would be a perfect place to chill and maybe get an insta worthy picture. he can see why this place is so popular and feels sorry that he never heard of it.

closing the door behind him he hears the bell chime as he’s greeted with a “welcome to brew hour!” soobin smiles back at the boy as he looks around his surroundings a little more before walking up to the front register. it does seem a little slower today, but all jobs have their days. if he weren’t meeting up with yun at another location he would’ve ordered something to try. maybe next time.

soobin walks up to the employee eagerly waiting behind the cash register. he gets the vibe that this boy doesn’t serve people often, there’s probably someone else to do that instead. even just looking at him he can see he’s a newbie, and it warms his heart a little. he reads the boy’s tag, his name handwritten with a cute face right beside it. “kai” he reads to himself.

“what can i get for you?” kai cheerily asks. his eye smile brings soobin at ease, which definitely helps with his existing nerves still taking over him.

“um, nothing actually,” soobin lets out an awkward laugh. “i was wondering where your restroom was?”

kai seems to be caught off guard for a moment, as if he’s never had to provide someone with that information. soobin knows the feeling all too well, with his past job experiences he knows it can be nerve wrecking at times.

“oh, it’s right in the back next to the jukebox!” kai spins his head around back at soobin after finding the restroom.

“thanks!” before heading to the back he notices kai’s shirt under his apron. it seems like these kinds of places don’t have a dress code, which he’s not used to. the black fabric may be covering most of his outfit but it doesn’t take him long to notice that kai is wearing his favorite anime on his shirt.

“i like your shirt by the way,” soobin compliments the boy, who stutters out a bunch of thank you’s, as he makes his way to the bathroom finally.

…

“you know, with that shade of pink someone might think you’ve been out in the sun all day,” y/n comes up to kai after doing some work in the kitchen.

kai jolts in a fright as y/n laughs at the innocence that is their best friend. “i just got complimented on my shirt that’s all.”

y/n nods in satisfaction as they look at kai’s shirt, not missing the chance the poke him where’s he’s most ticklish. the sound kai made in response let’s them know they’ve done their job right.

“i still don’t understand how you can even keep up with those shows kai,” y/n chuckles as they assort more cookies into the jar on the counter.

“that’s because you won’t give them a chance y/n.” kai watches y/n doing their task as he sends a smile to the customer watching them interact fondly.

“yeah, you’re alone on that one.” y/n comments, referencing how yeonjun and taehyun aren’t into animes as much either. they really wanted to, for the sake of kai, but they just couldn’t get into them.

“did you serve that customer though?”

kai shakes his head as he gestures to the restroom in the back. “no, he only came in here to use the bathroom.”

y/n nods in slight defeat, wishing they could have more to do. today really was their slowest day in their whole time working here.

“maybe we can get him something before he-”

“oh that’s him over there!”

kai points at soobin, who’s looking at the artwork that’s near the back before he makes his way out of the store. y/n looks towards the direction kai is pointing at and notices soobin’s side profile. that’s a face they could instantly recognize.

“get down!” y/n hurriedly shoves kai beside them under the counter.

“why are we-”

y/n doesn’t miss the chance to quiet their friend with a shh! to which kai listens.

“that guy over there, that’s the one who was looking at me weird the other day at the movies.”

kai’s eyes widen almost out of their socket. he feels himself get up slightly, y/n putting him back in his place. “the one who complimented my shirt? are you sure that’s him?”

y/n desperately nods in response as they grip onto kai’s hand. “yes! i can recognize those eyes anywhere.”

kai’s hand begins to throb due to the grip y/n has on him and delicately let’s go of their hand to place it back onto them. “so what do we do then?”

“well i know what i’m gonna do and that’s not get up until he leaves.” y/n says matter of factly.

“and how are you gonna know if he leaves?”

y/n doesn’t miss the chance to deadpan as kai slowly understands what they’re insinuating and begins to get up from his position, fully standing again. he sends y/n a thumbs up right below him and locks eyes with soobin who is making his way over to the boy.

“thanks again,” soobin tells kai once more. kai is now frozen in his place with a forced smile, hoping that would be enough for this man to leave.

it seemed to have worked, as soobin is now on his way to leave the shop, ready to be greeted with the scorching sun. he stops in his tracks right at the door, remembering that sieun wanted to know if they were hiring. it may have been quickly brushed past in the group chat, but since he was here soobin wanted to make sure he asked.

just as kai was about to send y/n a signal, he’s quickly faced with soobin right in front of him yet again.

“o-oh, hi,” kai laughs. he’s the most stressed he’s ever been. soobin notices his changed demeanor but disregards it and smiles at kai anyway.

“hey sorry, i wanted to ask if you guys were hiring by any chance?”

kai can’t help but cough instantly, clutching his shirt to save him from falling right on the floor. y/n is hearing the whole thing, and they can’t deny they aren’t freaking out right now. still, they give kai a little nudge in the leg to pull him together.

“um, are you looking for a job?” kai manages to ask after finding some sanity again.

soobin gives a sly smile as he scratches the back of his head. “no no, it’s for my friend, she was looking for a position here.”

kai and y/n feel themselves sigh in relief. still, the thought of someone being associated with this man who wants to work here makes them feel uncomfortable.

“oh okay, well, i’m not the one who knows that stuff you’d have to ask our manager.” kai answers, the most calm he’s been throughout this entire conversation.

“is your manager here?” soobin cooly asks, looking around the shop.

“no but my co-worker is.”

before he can take back his statement kai mentally punches himself in the face as he winces in regret, ready to feel y/n’s wrath later.

“oh cool! where are they?”

kai can feel y/n’s eyes on him. he struggles not to look below him since that’ll give them away.

but he also doesn’t want to lie to this guy. yes, he made his best friend uncomfortable, but he also complimented his shirt. that doesn’t happen very often.

but he doesn’t want his friend to hate him either. he really loves them.

with all these thoughts rushing in his head, and soobin expectedly waiting for a response, kai’s eyes can’t help but look quickly under the counter. he’s hoping soobin didn’t notice, but unfortunately, he did.

soobin furrows his eyebrows in confusion as he looks at kai, but slowly brings his hands on the counter to help him look what’s behind there. he’s greeted with only a head, but he knows there’s a person there. “hi.”

y/n’s caught. there’s nothing left for them to do except confront this guy and they have to get this over with.

“hello, i’m not actually sure if we have any available positions but i can go ahead and ask our manager, if you want you can leave the name and number for your friend and we can give her a call when we find out, thank you and have a brewful day.” y/n manages to spitball all of their words at once without a breath, kai surprisingly glancing at them the whole time.

before they can leave to hide out in the back, soobin stops them in their place with his hand.

“yun?”

y/n notices the hand on their shoulder and confusingly stares back at soobin. they remove his hand away and look at kai for some kind of answer before responding, “um, no?”

when soobin’s gaze is still set upon them y/n points to the name tag on their apron to which soobin focuses on.

y/n. not yun.

but this is yun?

“y/n?” soobin questions out loud, the two friends nodding towards him at the same time. soobin is confused, but more so upset because either way, yun lied to him.

“what is this some kind of sick joke? what are you doing here?” soobin interrogates, the rage in his voice not going unnoticed.

y/n is lost. their confusion is replaced with genuine fear, they’ve never been in this situation before. they have no idea how they even ended up here.

“um, sir,” y/n is nervous, but they have to remain professional. what started off as some fun ‘gotta dodge this man’ soon turned into an encounter and they can feel it. “i don’t know what’s going on but i’m afraid i have to ask you to leave.”

soobin’s eyes widen with surprise, quickly changed with a furious expression. “ask me to leave? what the fuck is wrong with you yun, since when do you work here? is this why you don’t wanna meet me?” soobin looks over at kai who’s staring at his friend in worry. “is it because you’re secretly dating this dude right here?” soobin can’t remember the guy yun saw really close with that night, it’s been too long since it happened, but he doesn’t doubt this could’ve been the one.

y/n furrows their eyebrows in anger and clenches their fists in frustration, kai notices this right away and stands closer to y/n, only to make soobin more annoyed. “i’m sorry what? i literally have no idea who you are, i’m not yun.”

“so you were at the movies last week then? you did lie to me then too huh?” soobin feels himself tearing up due to the negative emotions that are coming over him. “what the fuck are you hiding, and stop pretending you don’t know me.”

at this point, there are a few customers who start to take notice at this altercation and find themselves uncomfortable. some of them even choose to leave, to which y/n and kai quickly give them an apologetic look wishing they could make them stay.

“look-”

“no i don’t wanna hear your bullshit yun! you’ve been rejecting my offers to meet you for the past three months now and then i find you at the movies with this guy after you said you couldn’t come with me, you tell me to see you at this other coffee shop, which i only found out today by the way, only to see that you work here and you keep pretending you don’t know me?” soobin is full on screaming at this point and y/n is grateful that the customers left before they could have heard this.

y/n has no idea what’s going on, but they don’t have the strength to keep defending themselves. they’re fucking terrified and the way that this guy keeps getting closer, they don’t know what he’ll do next or what he’s capable of. all they can do is just look at soobin in distress as they squeeze their apron in anxiousness.

kai has been here the whole time and he knows y/n is scared. he doesn’t want this for them anymore and he has to stop remaining silent and finally do something. he may have fucked up earlier, but he can still fix it now.

“sir, i need to ask you to leave right now before i call the police for harassment.” kai steps in front of y/n slightly, almost like their personal bodyguard. he gestures towards the door and gives soobin a stern look. he’s not playing.

soobin doesn’t know what to do anymore. something is clearly going on, and he doesn’t have any more strength to keep fighting for himself. all he can do is give a scoff before he makes his way out of the store in anger, his loud footsteps and the slam of the door being the last thing heard.

it’s now quiet in the shop, and all y/n can do is stand in place as a tear escapes from their eye, quickly wiping it away since they didn’t expect to be so hurt like this. kai wraps his arms around his friend in comfort, and y/n gives into his embrace.

they have no idea how they’re gonna tell all of this to their friends later.

soobin can say the same.

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© fairybinie

[sparkagrace]

Luisa! 🥰️ I realized you accidentally sent this to my main, so I'm answering this way for you. Thanks so much for the prompt! I was talking to @cable-knit-sweater when I saw this photo of Seb with Andrew Rannells and Matt Bomer and commented how Matt and Seb could easily play brothers. And thus this little ficlet was born!

Thanks so much for your prompt, @its-tortle. (ps I couldn't think of new names so I'm using Andrew and Matthew for this, but in this au Matthew Barnes is Bucky's older brother).

tags: outsider pov, bucky and steve are in denial, friends to lovers

There's no way that it's not going there With the way that we're looking at each other There's no way that it's not going there

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Meeting your fiance’s family is nerve-racking enough. Andrew already threw up on the flight from Chicago to LaGuardia and accidentally told his future mother-in-law that her food was too salty. Matthew Barnes had unhelpfully snorted out his white wine, but later assured him that Winnie wouldn’t take offense and he needs to relax a little. 

Thank god Bucky was around. Matthew’s younger brother has been up to Chicago a couple of times to hang out with them and so Bucky’s a good person to hang around with when Matthew’s a little busier.

“We’re going to a club later if you wanna hang,” Bucky tells Andrew and Matthew as they clean up from dinner. “You’re welcome to hang out here, but mom and dad are going to watch the news the whole night and they’re going to want to talk to you guys about it. I’m just saving your skins here.”

Andrew glances towards Matthew. He wants to make a good impression on his in-laws but he can’t deny a Brooklyn club would be much more fun. He breathes a sigh of relief when Matthew nods and he and Bucky make plans of when to leave. Matthew and Andrew do some polite after dinner conversation while Bucky goes ahead to meet up his friends. 

It’s an excruciating two hours before Matthew’s phone pings with a location and the two of them make their excuses and head out to the club where Bucky and his friends are. 

The music is pumping and there’s far too many people already inside by the time they get there. Andrew realizes that at 32, he might be getting too old for clubs when he looks at some of the attire his fellow club-goers are wearing. He was wild in his youth, but even he didn’t wear plastic pants and doesn’t understand why anybody would. 

Matthew decides to get drinks before seeking out Bucky in case they can’t find him again, and Andrew sticks close by, trying to nod along to the music but not really enjoying whatever the DJ is playing. Honestly, he might be too old for clubs. He mentally strikes off ‘wedding DJ’ from the list of to-dos. 

Then he spots Bucky out by a table across the room with someone’s arm around his neck and leaning in close to talk in his ear. Bucky is laughing and his thigh is pressing up close to his blond companion as if it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“You didn’t tell me your brother was into guys,” Andrew nudges Matthew. Matthew frowns as they wait by the bar for their drinks. 

“He’s not.” Andrew gestures towards where Bucky and the blond guy are (and, honestly, Andrew approves). Matthew clicks his tongue and rolls his eyes. “Oh, that’s just Steve. They’re best friends.”

Now it’s Andrew’s turn to roll his eyes and snort because what? That is not best friend behavior. That is very much ‘I want to get up on you’ behavior. 

“No, I think that they’re wildly in love.”

“Baby, I’m tellin’ you, they’ve been like this forever. They met in pre-school, they’re like joined at the hip most of the time.” Matthew launches into a story about how Bucky and Steve were BuckyandSteve around their neighborhood. They went to the same school but eventually were put into different classes because they kept getting themselves into too much trouble.

But Andrew can see the way Bucky’s hand rests on Steve’s thigh all possessive-like. A clear warning for strangers — for people like Andrew who have just walked in and don’t know them — that they’re taken. Do not approach. The club is loud but Andrew doesn’t think there’s any need for anyone to be sitting that close unless there was an ulterior reason behind it.

Steve’s fingers have moved from around Bucky’s neck to wind through his dark hair instead, and Bucky seems to be enjoying it from the way his mouth has dropped open a little. 

“Let’s go say ‘hi’,” Matthew announces as their drinks arrive, and they make their way to the pair.

Bucky lights up when he sees them, and if they were trying to keep whatever was going on a secret, it doesn’t seem to matter because both Bucky and Steve seem unfazed by their arrival. Steve’s hand drops to rest around Bucky’s shoulder as he’s introduced to Andrew and then he starts talking to Matthew about a baseball game he went to last month. Apparently most of their friends already left, leaving Steve and Bucky behind to close down the night. 

“So, how long have you known Steve?” Andrew asks Bucky, who grins and begins telling him almost everything there is to know about his best friend. 

Bucky might already have a good buzz going, but there’s no mistaking the reverence and love that comes from the way he speaks about Steve. Andrew has never heard so many superlatives come out of someone’s mouth about one person.

“The best person I know,” Bucky finishes and grabs Steve by the neck, ruffling his hair and pulling him towards him. Steve protests through a laugh and finally straightens, pushing his hair back. Andrew doesn’t miss the way that Bucky tracks the movements and the lazy smiles they exchange as they stare at each other.

The DJ starts playing a song with a pounding beat and Steve asks if anyone wants to dance. Bucky’s beer is drained and he grabs onto Steve’s wrist, urging him to the dance floor before it gets to the best bit. Matthew and Andrew let them go ahead and are content to keep their table occupied. 

The dance floor is full of sweaty bodies and people grinding on each other, and it’s reasonable for the two guys to join the fray and find people to dance with, but they seem to only be wanting to dance with each other. Andrew doesn’t even think it’s intentional; Bucky and Steve start with a sizable distance between them as they find free spaces within the crowd, but it seems like their bodies just gravitate towards one another. 

Steve’s head is tipped towards the ceiling as he sways and one of Bucky’s arms finds its way to rest over his shoulder, watching Steve dancing with a grin as they find a rhythm. There are other people — so many people — around them but it might as well just be the two of them. A girl attempts to get between to dance with Steve, but Bucky tightens his grip and pulls Steve closer to him so that they’re practically chest to chest. 

Even from a distance, Andrew can see the way the sweat is forming on everybody’s skin and it must be intensely hot under those flashing lights that pulse a rainbow of colors over the crowd. Bucky is smiling and Steve looks at him, a grin of his own spreading across his face as he takes Bucky’s face between his palms and rests their sweaty foreheads together. 

When Andrew looks over at Matthew, he’s looking intently at his brother and his best friend, as if he’s just understood something. 

“I think this is how they always are,” Matthew says again. 

“There’s no way that it’s not going there,” Andrew replies and takes a swig of his beer.

(He’s proved right three months later when Bucky and Steve come to visit them in Chicago for New Year’s Eve. When Andrew kisses Matthew at midnight, he catches sight of Bucky shyly pressing his lips against Steve’s as the cheers ring out. Steve rests his head against Bucky’s shoulders and wraps his arms around him as they both grin stupidly into each others’ coats under the fireworks that burst above them.)

[omg-im-such-a-masochist]

Halloweek: Day 1

This story references the series Insania (which you can find on my Masterlist) so if you’d like to check how this pairing started make sure to read that as well 😉

Editor: @thenightmareismyreality

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The fog of slumber began to fade away as Dr. Calla slowly took in her surroundings. Her eyes opened and she began to look for something inside the room familiar enough that she could ground herself and understand where she was.

The white room appeared familiar yet foreign, as she searched through her memories, wondering how she could’ve been in this room before, until a chuckle coming from her right side made everything make sense.

“Good evening, sleeping beauty” Malakai grinned “Had a nice nap?”. His taunting gaze was glued to her face, drinking in the confusion her features held.

Dr. Calla tried to move her arms as panic rose within her, but she quickly learned that her upper limbs were somehow trapped. Looking down at the white fabric, despair coated her every word “Malakai…what is this?”

His chuckle was deep and nerve racking “I thought that as a psychiatrist, you - of all people - would be familiar with a straight jacket, sugarplum”.

Fear was the only thing Dr. Calla could feel at the moment. Her mind wandered to the worst thing that could happen to her. Memories of what happened or how she ended up in that position were nothing but a blank page, her mind fighting the confusion haze as she tried to keep herself grounded.

“Why so scared, Doc?” Malakai smirked before he stood up from the bed and walked towards the chair she was perched on. His knuckles softly caressed her cheeks, soon after brushing the pad of his fingers against her bottom lip, smudging her lipstick in the process. “I thought you enjoyed our little private sessions in my room”.

Dr. Calla took a deep breath in, gathering courage so fear didn’t creep into her voice “Malakai, let me go”. But her phrase only seemed to amuse the man in front of her.

“Oh sugarplum” He cackled before straddling her hips. Malakai sat on her lap, but was careful enough to not crush her with his weight. He could feel her body tensing beneath him, the small sign of uncomfortableness enough to make him laugh “Did you forget that you’re in my world now? You have no power here! I’m the boss, Doc. You’re at my mercy. And if there’s one thing you will learn tonight, it’s that I’m anything but merciful”.

“Malakai, just untie me so we can talk. You can tell me what’s going on and I can help-“

Malakai burst out laughing for what felt like minutes until he suddenly stopped, the same sarcastic smirk still dancing on his lips “Do you think I’m dumb? Did you forget who you’re talking to?” He leaned forward until he was close enough that the tips of their noses touched and she could feel his warm breath upon her lips. “I know you better than anyone! I know of your needs and I’m the one who knows how to satisfy them”

Dr. Calla frowned at his words, trying to understand the meaning behind them. The rational side of her told her to play along with his fantasy enough so she could stay unharmed, but her emotions screamed for help. “What do you mean?” She asked, deciding to follow her brain instead of her instincts.

“You know exactly what I’m talking about” Malakai’s hands cupped her breasts through the straight jacket “Last night…didn’t I give you exactly what you need?”

Dr. Calla blinked in confusion, her mind silently asking her what he was talking about since yesterday she was at home the entire evening, eating takeout, drinking cheap wine and watching the rerun of Simple Life on the tv.

“Last night?” She repeated the date before asking “And what did we do last night?”.

Malakai grinned coldly, teeth sinking into Dr. Calla’s bottom lip as he pulled the flesh inside his mouth. She tried to pull away but it was pointless, being trapped in a straight jacket and with Malakai’s weight on top of her there wasn’t much she could do besides let him kiss her.

He broke their kiss so he could whisper in her ear “You wanna know what we did last night? Oh, you’ll remember, sugarplum. The minute you’re screaming and moaning around my cock again, you will remember exactly what we did last night”.

[caixxa]

Writing tag game

Thank you so much dear @arsi-lehkonen for tagging me! I'll try answer this without being too affected by your answers because they were fucking brilliant and we feel and think so much alike about writing, it's unbelievable.

what is your absolute all-time favorite idea you’ve ever had?

I'm bad at absolute superlatives so I'll name 3.

Cristiano Ronaldo as a catholic priest in a rural Welsh village after WWII, with James as an angel and so many side characters and cameos. I learned so much with this AU!

Creating a porn industry AU where I could play with my favorite characters as if they were naked barbie dolls.

The idea that I can and should write Finnish players in Finnish.

(All these became actual fics: 1, 2, 3)

what is your favorite part of being a writer? which parts could you take or leave?

My favorite part is the pure magic of creation. This thing exists only in my head until I flesh it out with words, and the words that I choose and the order I put them in is the only way to bring it to reality and share it with other people, and the extra sugar and spice on it are their reactions.

I could do without having to write in English, but to reach whole audience that I think would enjoy my work, I have to. It's not my native language, and I don't use it in my daily life, and it creates such an extra effort to be able to really express myself the way I want to, and a layer of uncertainty about the result. If I want to diminish the uncertainty, I'll have to go the extra mile of bringing in a native beta, and that's an extra delay in the process of getting the work posted (and it can be nerve racking too, I've asked my betas to be gentle with me but it's still terrifying to show anybody my imperfections).

I'd love to be able to write casually and fast but solidly and well, and when I'm not, I'll rather step away from writing until I figure out if I want to do it again.

what is your greatest motivation to write/create?

My greatest motivation to write in general is monthly salary. My greatest motivation to write fan fiction has been passionate fan love for the subject matter of my fic. Writing is my way of dwelling around in the world of hockey fandom and screaming about how wonderful and sexy in all aspects the characters are.

"Fan fiction is a love letter to the fandom" is a great way to put it, and it also explains why I don't write that much anymore. When do we write love letters? When we're freshly fallen in love, the feeling is new and all-encompassing and makes you vibrate out of your skin. It's obsessive, a little similarly as when some people find religion, think new born christians who can't stop talking about how everything would be better for everyone if they accepted jesus in their hearts.

With time, this new obsessive kind of love dials down to a more mature love, it's still a grounding, lovely fiber in the tapestry of your life and emotional setup; the flames have settled to keep you warm, not consume and scorch everything in and around you. The urgent need to constantly pour your love into love letters has faded down at that point.

I think I'm at that point.

what is your favorite story you’ve written to completion? link it if you’d like and can!

It varies so much! I'll have to say three again.

Right now I thought I'll go with the crowd and mention my porn AU camera ready because it was such a huge work to write to completion, it's 89 K in 43 chapters.

But the dearest to my heart is my second ever hockey rpf story and truly a love letter to my favorite Finnish hockey boys and Finnish summer, and my first bilingual work Jussi at Jussi's / Jussi Jussilla.

As a story, however, I'll have to say Father Cristiano's Redemption for the richness of the world building, ensemble cast and plot.

what is your favorite out-of-the-box quote?

Each and every kiss feels like a lingering mark on his skin, burning like droplets of hot wax from the candles he used to carry as an altar boy in the church, his second home.

(Father Cristiano’s Redemption)

which of your characters would you say has the most controversial mindset? why do you say so and how do you personally feel about their ideals?

I don't know if there's anything controversial in being a shitty human being but if there is, maybe Sepe pursuing and banging older married family men with no qualms / those older married family men cheating on their spouses with him in the King and Prince of Carolina series is a tie in low morals. I don't endorse hurting people this way in real life.

if you, when you first started writing, met you now, what would younger you think?

"I have how many children?"

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If you feel like doing this, consider yourself tagged, I'd love to read everybody's answers! @behoright @thosedaysthatwill @violasmirabiles @isconnormcdavidok you came to mind, and! Edit, @la-cruz-del-sur .

[blossom-adventures]

WIP Wednesday!

I’ve been tagged by @thequeenofthewinter for WIP Wednesday, actually on Wednesday for the first time in weeks, and I had a choice of what to share this week too! For the first time since my break for Christmas I’ve managed to get over half the chapter written today alone! It’s been such a fun chapter to work on and if I keep on at this pace I’ll be working on the next chapter before I even post this one!

Blue text is thoughts within a flashback, I put them in bold but it doesn’t show up as well as I thought it would

She smiled briefly before going over to a weapon rack, “sword or axe, Jarl Ulfric?”

“Axe, please”

“Here you go, I’ll have the sword” she said as she checked the balance of the iron blade she had taken “there is no point using something I can’t handle after all” Ulfric stared at her for a moment, what she said sounded familiar too

“Don’t bother” Ulfric snapped, he set the iron training sword back into the rack and looked back to the thin, young mage in front of him. “There’s no point training with something you can’t handle” the black haired girl bristled

“Why did you even bother helping me?” She snapped “you could have just left me alone instead of giving your opinions where they are not wanted!” She had some nerve to talk to him in such a way, is she brave or stupid, he thought as she stood her ground, seemingly not intimidated by his presence or temper.

“Go back to your tower, stick to your magic, and leave the swords for people who can hold them,” he seethed at her as he stormed off, as he walked away, he saw the look on the girls face, an odd mix of anger and confusion. As Ulfric stepped into the throne room he stopped. Gods what brought that on? He cursed to himself and shook his head as he continued walking.

He studied her features as he looked at her now, she was too busy checking that her sword was usable to notice his gaze on her

While he knew she was studying his features, he did so to her. She looked so young and innocent, not a single blemish or scar on her face, her hair colour was quite uncommon for a Nord, as were her eyes, brown… or were they red, Ulfric couldn’t tell, it suited her though…

“I never got your name?” Ulfric asked, Jaina looked back at him, it was that young mage! There was no mistaking her eyes

“It’s Jaina, Jarl Ulfric”

Im going to tag @oblivions-dawn and @nocturnalswarehouse if you have something to share, feel free, although there is no pressure at all, have a good evening 💙

[theloveinc]

You did really good with what I had! I'm not a fic writer, which is why I wanted to pawn it off. This is blanket permission to take it wherever you want 😊

He's making fun of our slippers? And we're being cute and domestic? Yes please 🥰

And like, he already knew us which is why he wanted to ask us out in the first place, but now after spending so much time with us he really knows us, y'know? Like it's one thing to know someone's favorite snacks, and another to know why it's those ones and not something else. Or how passionately you'll argue with him to defend a certain genre of movie (he's fine with rom-coms, but he'll argue with you about any other genre just to get you riled up).

How do you think he eventually asks us again? Is it super casual like before, or does he put more effort in now that he knows what we'd want? Oh! Do you think he's had to watch us turn down other people, just to turn around and agree to go do an activity with him, but it's not a "date" (hiking, video games, farmers' market, etc.)? I think Denki definitely asked us out once or twice just to mess with him 😂

(are you still doing anon labels/tags on this new blog? If so can I be 🐞 if it isn't already taken? If you're not doing it then don't worry about it! I just foresee me wanting to send more brain rot your way if you're okay with that?)

(pt. i here!)

ARGHHHH, and Bakugo just being increasingly more and more glad that he was turned down initially, cuz now that you're both at the point where you know why you like which snacks, know which socks the other prefers, even the various before work + shower routines you have... things are so much deeper than before.

NOT that you wouldn't have gotten to that point eventually too, but... it almost feels more special this way cuz it's like... his love for you (and you him?) is bigger than ever now.

I definitely think he puts in more effort now, too! Obviously not... too much (just because he has a hard time thinking of things that aren't ridiculous), but he buys you flowers and candies, at the very least! Or maybe writes a card, OR OMG PLANS A LITTLE WALK OR OUTING, like a picnic🥺 cuz by that point, you're basically in the dating stage already so it doesn't feel weird or nerve-racking at all.

Skjdfhaklsdf though, I agree that Denki absolutely asks you out... and yeah, probably not even seriously (cuz of bro-code), but instead to show a crybaby Bakugo that the reason he was rejected wasn't because you didn't like him, but that you were "too busy for anyone and everyone, man" (cuz lord knows he has to explain since Bakugo is peeved @ him LOL).

He feels better when you immediately come round to express how weird it was that Denki asked you out, though... and then ask to do something together later (like you said, and btw, I love all your ideas). It's the one time he's like... damn, Denki was actually Right.

Though honestly, Denki is probably pretty good at dating, in some ways, but I digress!

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ANYWAYYY, absolutely you can be ladybug anon!!! You're gonna be my first named anon who didn't move over w/ the same name from IHB, so yes it's available (and super cute)🥰🥰🥰. I really look forward to any future asks you send, and I hope being patient with me when it comes to responding isn't too difficult❤️

Thank you again for this!!!