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artzee-bee · 7 months

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Practice on me

Fandom: My babysitter's a vampire; Ethan Morgan x reader (platonic)

Summary: "Reader likes Benny the same way that Ethan likes Sarah, so naturally a bond forms between the two, where they vent their frustrations together! But everything changes when one day the reader and Ethan realize that Benny and Sarah both have kissing experience and they don't so they decide to practice with each other first" requesed by @tomesandrosebud

Genre: pure fluff

Warnings: none

A/N: really happy with this one actually. I just hope it doesn't sound too foolish cause I haven't kissed anyone either so I don't really know how to write about it in detail like that

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Getting another can of coke was definitely not your smartest idea. The electric buzz of a sugar rush was now impossible to ignore, but Ethan had been so kind to lay all these snacks out for you which you really appreciated! “It’s just sorta frustrating, you know?” popping another m&m in your mouth “I mean honestly, it’s like none of the stuff I do for him even matters!” “Benny has never been the most…observant person” comes Ethan’s reply. He’s sprawled out across his bed, playing with old chocolate wrappers. “He thinks he can read people, but really he just comes up with his own idea of what’s happening and believes it fully!” You scoff almost instinctively. Yeah, you’ve heard this before! Almost anytime this conversation was to be had, this was one of the conclusions! God you were so tired of hearing it, but you knew it was true! “Honestly Ethan! I could not be more obvious if I wrote him a love poem and serenaded him before school! It’s not like I’m good at hiding my feelings!” “Yeah, you really suck….Ow, damnit Y/N! No need for violence!” “You earned that slap! Honestly I was being very kind to only do so much!” you crawl in the bed, laying an arm’s length away from him. “You are just as obvious about Sarah, by the way! You hypocrite!” Ethan did nothing but smile in response. He knew that all too well! It was something he’d grown so accustomed to, the feeling of being so exposed and yet so ignored when it came to his crush. He tried hiding it, he even tried dropping some hits as per your advice (‘If you’re gonna be obvious at least let it be intentional’) but somehow he remained just as invisible in front of Sarah. He knew you felt the same about Benny too! After so many late night phone calls and the occasional hangout in his room, he felt confident in saying you were both fools in love. All in all he appreciated this extra time he got to spend with you and the chance to vent his feelings away freely, but that doesn’t really lift the weight of unreciprocated love.

“You know she was on a date yesterday?” he hears himself before he processes what he’s saying. No need to specify who ‘she’ is anyways

“Yeah…she texted me and Erica on the groupchat. What, she told you too?” “Rory!” “Ah…that explains it…” A beat passes. You’ve grown accustomed to little silences like this. Sometimes it was best to just feel it out! “Did she say anything about him?” “Very messy eater, but apparently a good kisser. Said there probably won’t be a second date though!” You could practically feel the relief emanating off your friend, despite the somewhat cold tone of voice. “How can you even kiss someone after you see them with food all over their face like that?”

“I don’t know Ethan! This isn’t really my area of expertise! I guess when you’re Sarah, it doesn’t matter! When guys want to kiss you, it doesn’t matter!” your voice cracks ever so slightly with frustration, which peaks Ethan’s interest. What’s got you so worked up suddenly? “Maybe he wasn’t so bad afterall…” “Maybe!” Another silent moment “I’m not a messy eater, am I?” You laugh. After so many years of knowing him, sometimes it was still a mystery the way in which his wheels turned. “I wouldn’t say so.” Your simple answer prompted another comfortable silence. You reach for more candy, as Ethan plays with the strings of his hoodie, looking up at the ceiling.

“What are you thinking about?” “You girls…you talk about guys, right? Like you know when one of you has a crush and…that sort of thing”

“...yeah?” “So, hypothetically, if I were to ask you if you knew how many guys she’s kissed-” “Nah-uh! I’ll stop you right there sir!” “It’s a hypothetical!” “You’re overthinking!” an accusatory finger sits merely inches from his face now but he doesn’t seem bothered, pushing it away lightly. “It’s not that crazy of a question!” “You’re asking me to break the girl-code? You would never tell me how many girls Benny has kissed!” “I would!” he replies in a heartbeat. Now you’re both stuck in this unintentional staring contest, waiting to see who will crack first. It’s not like you believe a word out his mouth, but you still speak “It’s unhealthy! We shouldn’t talk about these kinds of things. It’s none of our business. Why would you even care about it?” “You’re saying you wouldn’t want to know Benny’s number?” he got you there. You just pop another candy in your mouth and he silently watches, deciding he needs to tell the truth “She just…probably has a lot of experience, doesn’t she?” This, for the first time in a long while, catches you off guard. You and Ethan have gone over the topic of your crushes more than you could count but this was a first. You weren’t sure what you could say.

“So does Benny, probably.” well that wasn’t the best thing, but Ethan doesn’t seem to notice

“Well so do you probably so it’s no big deal but I’ve never kissed a girl, Y/N! Never even came close! If I ever tried something with Sarah and it got to that point, I’d be a sure disappointment!” Now this has you turning around in bed to face him. The frustration and hurt in his voice is palpable but the roughness of his tone awakes your own feelings of dread and insecurity “Where did you even get the idea that I have kissing experience?” and E turns to look at you, genuinely confused

“You don’t?” “No! What? E, when have I ever told you about me kissing a guy?!” “I don’t know! I assumed you wouldn’t want to tell me that!” “Why?” “I don’t know Y/n! I was wrong, ok? Gee!” the irritation turns into a bit of an awkward laugh, as he processes where the conversation actually landed, and you laugh too! That’s the best that you’ve got, but it helps! Neither of you are so tense when Ethan speaks again. “So you’ve never kissed anyone either?” and you shake your head in solidarity “Oh…I see. Why not?” “I guess…I just never got the opportunity?” you reply honestly “And then I got a little insecure about it and then I got the hots for Bens and that’s that! Now we’re here!” Ethan chuckles softly at your explanation. “I understand. I’m in the same boat here!” “We’re always on the same boat E! Really, this whole thing is sounding more and more like a joke!” you both share a laugh The idea came to you pretty naturally. At first it made you laugh but after thinking about it a moment longer, you began to consider maybe it wasn’t so bad? Maybe this was actually what you both needed! You feel so comfortable with E, you don’t spare another moment before sharing

“What if we kissed?”

You didn’t think ahead on how to properly phrase it, or how Ethan would react, but you assumed the shell shocked look and the oblivious ‘huh?!’ he gave you were probably appropriate. Ethan sits up in bed, looking down at you as if you had gone mental. You’ve said many out of pocket things across the years but this one got the biggest reaction. It almost makes you laugh. “I mean, to practice!” “Come again?”

Now you sit up as well, trying to drive your point home! “Neither of us have had our first kiss! Most people our age have! So if we try to do it with anyone else, it might be awkward! We can just kiss each other and get it over with!”

“Get it over with?” he seemed to consider, which really just made you push a little harder

“Yeah! I mean we’re friends! We trust each other! It doesn’t have to mean anything and if it turns out awful then at least we know that doesn’t change anything between us!”

Ethan seems to be deep in thought. You understand, of course, how unconventional your proposal is but it was too late now. The offer was on the table! You didn’t exactly regret it but you could feel your nerves twisting and turning in your gut. All the sugar you ingested definitely didn’t help…

“Okay!” You thought you must have misheard him! “I’m sorry?”

“Okay!”

“Okay?”

“...yeah…”

“O-Okay…”

Now this was really awkward! You hadn’t exactly thought he would agree so quickly but then again, Ethan was a calculated person. He must have seen and understood all the benefits, just like you did. Shyly, he turns a little more to the right, facing you completely. He’s looking at his hands for a moment, before shifting forward. You follow his lead, moving the tiniest bit closer to him. Now, with your knees touching, you were starting to be really nervous. “Um…should I…go for it? It’s kinda the man’s job to take the lead, no?” you can tell from his voice that he’s just as nervous as you

“That’s kinda old fashioned!” you try to laugh, hoping to release the tension, which helps the smallest bit, as he chuckles “You can if you want!” “Where do I put my hands?” he’s looking down at his palms as if he’s just stepped in a human body for the first time. You’re not really sure of the answer but you’ve watched a good amount of romance movies! Your hands grab his tenderly, bringing them to your waist. He doesn’t hesitate, or pull away, just latches on with an iron grip, but you don’t comment on it. You try to hook your arms around his neck, but the position feels awkward when you’re both sat on the bed, so you pull away and rest them on your knees. His knees. Nope, yours were better!

Ethan waits patiently for you as you figure out the logistics of all this! He looks transfixed and you knew he was internally freaking out, just like you. Finally, you move a tad bit closer, which gives Ethan the opportunity to lean in, stopping barely centimeters away from your face. You could feel his breathing on your lips. “You’re okay with this?” you ask once again

“Yeah. Sorry.”

“It’s okay. Let’s just do a small peck at first!” “Okay!”

It happens in a flash. It takes one second for his consent to register and then his lips are on yours for the briefest moment. It felt nice. Well it wasn’t anything scary or intimidating, just a little peck! It was nice and warm and soft. It makes you feel a lot better about what’s going on. You move away just a little bit to examine Ethan’s response and he seems to have relaxed as well. You don’t know what to say, so you just ask

“One more time?”

“Okay.” the tremor in his voice is gone and you lean in to place a quick kiss on his lips again. It’s only a second, but it helps knowing that you did it! That you committed!

“A little longer?” you ask now, and Ethan just nods, taking a quick breath.

He leans in, pressing his lips to yours. Your right hand almost instinctively reaches up, barely grazing his jaw and his fingers dig even more into your sides. Right off the bet, this is a lot worse. Neither of you really know how to move, much less how to read each other's moves, so the kiss is sloppy and messy and all kinds of wrong and ridiculous. You are basically just pushing your faces together! You open your mouth ever so slightly, thinking that might help, and Ethan tries to follow your lead but once again, there’s no coordination. Now you’re even more acutely aware of the awkward position you’re both sitting in and you can’t help but imagine what a ridiculous scene you two make! Ethan smiles against your lips, and you know he’s thinking the same thing. Now you really can’t hold back your laughter, giggling against his lips!

“Stop!” he laughs as well, grabbing the sides of your face, but it definitely doesn’t help, as you burst out with laughter! He laughs too, leaning away and trying to cover his face with his arm

“We’re so awful!”

“That’s why I said we do it now!” Cue more laughter, your tummy honestly hurts at this point and you let yourself fall to the floor, clutching your abdomen.

“Come back here! We can’t just leave it at that!” Ethan reaches to grab the back of your shirt through tears of laughter, trying to yank you back on the bed but it doesn’t work. You won’t move! You can barely breathe! Instead he also crawls to his knees next to you.

“Come on Y/n! Let’s try one more time!” he’s still giggling as he says this, but you run your hands over your face, moving closer to him again. Compared to last time, now you know both of your nerves are completely gone. Looking at Ethan, he seems just as at ease as ever! You guys are best friends after all! And you’re having fun! As you’re kneeling on the floor, you cup his face with your palms, his own hands returning to your waist, now with a much kinder hold. He leans into you and you do as well. The kiss, this time, is a little more promising. You’re still struggling to synchronize, but at least it feels like you’re getting somewhere. It’s kinda nice, you think? It’s nice feeling so close to someone and it’s nice sharing a breath, but then you remember this is Ethan! This is your friend from middle school and the biggest nerd you’ve ever met and God knows you never thought you’d ever kiss him. The reality of it all has you giggling again and Ethan immediately shoves you back.

“Y/nnnnn!! This was your idea!!” but he’s laughing too, red in the face from the lack of oxygen and now you’ve both reached the point where everything is simply too funny!

“What the hell are we doing?” you manage to say

“It was your idea!”

“It takes two to tango!”

“Y/n, no! Don’t say it like that!” and he’s laughing more, shoving you to the floor again, attempting to tackle you for your filthy mouth and you let him, not finding the strength to fight him off, try as you might! It takes a couple of minutes for both of you to completely calm down, which just leaves you both laying on the floor, catching your breath!

“But all in all” Ethan says “it wasn’t a very bad idea!”

“Wanna do it again?”

“I think I’m good!”

#mbav #mbav x reader #ethan morgan x reader #ethan morgan #ethan morgan imagine #ethan morgan fanfiction #ethan morgan fluff #my babysitters a vampire

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notmorbid · 19 days

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miss subways.

dialogue prompts from miss subways: a novel by david duchovny.

every day here is like a new stanford experiment.

my inner judge never has rehabilitation in mind.

if i'm not busy learning or being born, i'm busy dying.

you want me here, but then you want to ignore me.

one step forward, one half-step back.

i like the phrase 'making love'.

fuck you, asshole.

to the victors go the nomenclature.

gods are immortal, so they're patient.

not even i can stomach scientology.

what is the sound of one hand clapping?

i don't want to be famous. i don't have the clothes for it.

my identity can't be longer than a tweet.

i saw an opening. i decided to be the bad guy.

you're not going to start biting the heads off live bats, are you?

it's true, then. you can't take it with you.

you worried so hard for so long.

i'm sorry, i didn't get your last name.

you called me? what are you, 103 years old?

jesus would not go to nobu.

i don't mind you thinking outside the box. i mind you thinking outside of my box.

either lie down completely or stand the fuck up. it's gonna kill you in the middle.

you sound like oprah, except mean.

i want to live my life, not document it on instagram.

you lie to yourself and you lie to me.

to save something, something must be sacrificed. that's the way it goes.

we can't police our dreams. don't judge.

it felt like a death.

if i own something long enough, i start ascribing feelings to it.

that billy shakespeare, he got everywhere first.

i'm a reader, not a writer.

come on, let's get you cleaned up.

did i call you last night?

i was a different person with a different life. i've never had a dream like that.

there's nothing more boring than listening to somebody else's dream.

i can be a good shrink or a good friend. not both. choose.

i can't remember the last time i got laid.

don't be such a pussy.

i feel like i'm coming up short.

this is no time to come out of the closet.

was i a disappointment to you?

i like seeing things the way i do.

which version is the real you?

don't worry. there won't be a quiz.

the future is as random and fated as the past.

so much of life necessitates looking away.

have you been crying?

you forgot your trigger warning.

what i want has very little to do with anything.

spare me the faux shame.

when do the exceptions just pile up and make a new rule?

i like structure. i like to know i've done my homework.

i have to go to confession.

i don't know what to pray for.

the prayer is the god.

you stabbed a priest?

i need to change the past.

i'm losing you to that place you go.

shut the front door!

what would the perfect life look like?

you have the coolest, most beautiful eyes i've ever seen.

sing you to sleep? i don't really know any songs.

you don't know any songs? that's not possible.

i think i've always wanted to be taken advantage of by a gigolo.

you seem too smart to be an actor.

little lies make bigger lies possible.

there's something you're not saying.

there's a lot i'm not saying. i'm sure there's a lot you're not saying, too.

take the reins. write your own story.

i'm sorry you heard that.

i screwed up. you're not gonna love me anymore.

we all know better, but we're human. we screw up.

how do we know our character unless we step outside it and look its way, now and then?

is it my business? you don't have to tell me if you don't want to.

i feel tall enough to ride this rollercoaster.

maybe you don't see yourself the way i see you.

you understand fine. you're just too nervous to comprehend.

people fall in love in difficult circumstances. most songs are about it.

let's agree on a moratorium on questions like "how did you know?".

well, stop guessing. start knowing.

just because i'm funny doesn't mean i'm not lethal.

you're already in the game. you have no choice but to play on.

don't tell me what i want. don't put words in my mouth.

where has playing by the rules gotten you?

maybe you have more power than you think you do.

one of the lies we tell children is that reason will get them through this life.

in order to love, you have to know what death is.

as first kisses go, i've had worse.

there's such a thing as too much history.

i want to be with you, but not like this.

i'm quite forgettable. that's like, the most memorable thing about me.

do you actually believe in past lives?

this conversation requires more wine than i currently have.

is there something else you'd like to ask? i get the feeling there is.

#rp meme #ask memes #inbox memes #rp memes #rp prompts #inbox meme #ask meme #rp prompt #fantasy meme #romance meme

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thatsthewaythechrissycrumbles · 8 months

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Guffy's Girl is One Hot-Ass Mechanic (OBX Week Day Two)

John B Routledge x fem!reader

Warnings: swearing, shitty writing, I know nothing about boats but ignore that, money problems, reader lowkey has a thing for Kie

WC: .9k

Thank you again @surftrips for putting together #obxweek23, all of the prompts are amazing ♡

John B stands at the entrance to Guffy’s, shifting awkwardly from one foot to the other. Guffy had told him to wait there ten minutes previous and walked off. That left John B standing there, playing with the HMS Pogue keys all alone. People kept walking past him and laughing, but he ignored them.

“Alright, John B,” Guffy said, finally returning. “Your mechanic is ready to take a look.”

“Oh, thank God. Listen, dude the Pogue conked out in the marsh and I had to--” John B locked eyes with a girl who had grease smeared across her forehead and the most gorgeous eyes ever.

Damn, JJ wasn’t wrong when he said Guffy’s mechanic was hot.

“Yeah, keep going,” She said, and John B noticed she was writing on a pad of paper.

“Oh, right. I towed her in and checked everything. The spark plugs, the coolant, the carburetor-- everything, man. She won’t even start.”

“Let me check it out, it’ll be only a minute. 10 dollar fee if I get it fixed within the hour,” She grinned, eyes twinkling as she walked down the dock in the direction of the parking lot. “Where’s your boat, Mr. Routledge?”

“Uh, over there by the gray Nissan Xterra.”

“Perfect,” John B tailed after her, eyeing her up and down. She wore platforms, which had to be uncomfortable, and a home-cropped tee that read Hurley Surf in pastel letters. Every part of her body had grease smeared on it and her hands were fucked up despite the glittery nail polish she wore.

“Oh, I’m Y/n, by the way,” She offered over her shoulder, then knocked on the front window of the Nissan as she passed by. “Your girlfriend? She’s cute.”

“Huh? Oh. Kie-- Kie’s not my girlfriend,” John B muttered, a little pink as Y/n stepped to the back of the boat and pulled a gray cap out of her back pocket, tucking her hair up in it, out of the way.

“My bad,” Y/n stepped on the side of the trailer and swung herself up into the Pogue. “You got keys, dude?”

“Yeah, here,” John B tossed them to her and she turned the keys to the on position in the ignition but didn’t start the boat.

“I mean, everything looks fine, except for the oil. You said she wouldn’t start?”

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened.”

“Alright, shit. Lemme check the bottom. If I can’t see anything wrong down there--” Y/n took the hand John B offered as she jumped off the boat-- “I’ll check the engine.” Y/n leaned under the hull and clicked her tongue. “Problem.”

There were a few drops of oil on the concrete. Then she laid on the pavement and scooted under the boat. John B could hear the click of a flashlight and winced when he heard Y/n audibly gasp.

“Well, fuck, dude,” Y/n slipped out from under the Pogue, oil splattered on her shirt. “You’re not only leaking oil,” She said, wiping her hands on a rag, (not that it did much), “but there’s a hole in the hull that leads directly to the engine. Did you hit something, maybe?”

John B shook his head. “Not that I remember. Kie, did we ever hit something in the Pogue?”

“Yeah, the sandbar right after Agatha!” Kie called, fidgeting with the radio, getting mostly static signals.

“Fuck,” John B muttered. “In the marsh. Lucky we didn’t sink, I guess. How much do you think it’ll cost to fix her?” He asked, wringing his hands.

“Three, maybe four grand,” Y/n winced at John B’s face.

“I… thanks for looking at her.”

“Yeah, of course,” Y/n watched John B walk to the passenger side of the Nissan, shoulders slumped in defeat. “Hey!”

“Yeah?” John B turned with a sigh. “Oh, observation fee. How much do I--”

“No, no. I was just gonna that you could leave the boat here if you’re gonna scrap her. Or I’ll take care of it for you, and it won’t even run you a hundred bucks.”

“Are you-- you’re joking.”

“Nah, no joke. You just gotta take me out,” Y/n said with a sly smile. “I mean, if Hottie McHotFace in there’s not your girlfriend? You either can’t get a date or you need a shit ton of practice.”

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Two years later

“Hey, Y/n! Can you come look at this? I think I broke something!” John B yelled from the Pogue, engine compartment open as he knelt on the deck, tools spread out next to him.

“Yeah, sure!” Y/n stood up from the end of the dock and stepped onto the boat, steadying herself with a hand on John B’s shoulder. “What’s up?��

“That shiny shit down there. Might be another leak,” John B pointed into the engine, reaching down.

“Jesus Christ, don’t touch it!” Y/n yelled, slapping his hand. “Are you crazy?”

John B raised his eyebrows, nodding. “Yeah, probably.”

Y/n rolled her eyes. “You’re dumb.” She kissed him on the cheek, then grabbed the flashlight from the toolbox and shined it into the engine. The light caught something and refracted all around the compartment, a dazzling and slightly concerning thing to see in an engine. Y/n slowly reached down, wrapping her fingers around something soft and damp.

When she pulled her hand out, her eyes focused on a rose with a ring attached to the stem. “What--”

John B grinned, sliding the ring off the stem and getting on one knee. “Y/n Bradshaw, will you marry me?”

“Oh my God,” Y/n mumbled. “Yes. Yes, yes, I will!” She squealed as John B slid the ring onto her finger and kissed her sweetly. She stayed close, resting her forehead on his. “John Booker Routledge, if I ever find out you’re putting shit in my engine that doesn’t belong there, I’m gonna kill you.”

John B nodded, gulping. “Yes, ma’am.”

#obxweek23 #john b routledge x reader #john b x reader #john b x fem reader #john b x female reader #john b routledge #john b blurb #john b imagine #john b fluff

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fangirlwriting-stories · 4 months

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Dam Still Holding

Summary: After patching Danny up from a nasty fight, Tucker spends the night to make sure he's okay.

Author's Note: Fun fact, I did originally write this for seasons skirmish, but then I'd realized I'd gotten away from the prompt too much for it to fit, so I'm gonna take another crack at that prompt, and you all can expect another short Danny Phantom fic sometime in the near future, but for now have this!

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Tucker wakes with a panicked gasp, which is just unfair, honestly. Sure, he has the aversion to hospitals and medical procedures, but Danny was the one who had to have a giant gash in his chest sewn up, and Danny’s snoring away in the bed next to him.

Tucker drops his head onto his knees and takes a deep breath. Danny’s the one who got hurt, and Danny’s fine, he shouldn’t be reacting like this. But he can still feel his hands shaking as he threads the needle, and knowing that he has to steady them or he’s just going to make things worse for Danny, who’s lying unconscious in front of him. He remembers wishing that he’d told Sam no, she actually can’t go on that family vacation, he knows she’ll hate it anyway please stay here he needs her, he’s going to need her because Danny’s about to get himself torn open again in another ghost fight and Tucker can’t help with that he’s terrible at it—

Tucker takes a couple staggering deep breaths, and apparently it’s loud enough to wake Danny, because he feels a hand on his arm and a gentle voice saying “Tucker?”

Tucker lifts his head to find Danny looking at him, obvious concern on his face. As soon as he sees Tucker, his frown deepens, and he reaches over and wraps his arms around him. “Hey, I’m okay,” he murmurs.

Tucker pulls Danny in closer with a mumbled “Sorry.”

“It’s alright,” Danny says.

“No, I mean, you’re the one who got hurt,” Tucker says.

“Hey, you’ve never done this before,” Danny says. “I’m used to patching myself up.”

“That doesn’t make it better.”

Danny shrugs and gives a sad smile.

“I’m alright,” he says. “Heart still beating and everything. Well, half the time.” He gives a lopsided smile to Tucker, and succeeds in making him laugh.

“How do you do that all the time?” Tucker asks. “With the blood and the disinfectants and the needles. And I’m not even in pain.”

“I just got used to it I guess,” Danny says again. “And it doesn’t hurt as bad anymore.”

Tucker gives him a disbelieving look.

“Really,” Danny says. “The scale’s kind of… adjusted, you know?”

Unfortunately, Tucker does know. His mom talks about that sometimes, that patients with chronic pain tend to have a different pain scale, and she’ll have to give them a pain scale with qualifiers for what each number means whenever she asks how much it hurts.

The fact that one of his best friends uses a similar kind of pain scale is something Tucker has never been comfortable with.

“Did I do an okay job?” Tucker asks quietly, because if he thinks about that for too long he’ll just start shaking again.

“For the first time you’ve done it? Yeah,” Danny says. “It’s clean, you used the right stuff that I can’t phase through, and you stayed with me afterwards to make sure I was alright. Even though you’re not good with medical stuff. Thank you, Tucker. Really.”

Tucker looks Danny firmly in the eyes. “It really doesn’t hurt that badly?”

Danny winces, and Tucker knows he has him.

“I’ve had a lot worse,” Danny says. There’s a not insignificant amount of bitterness in his voice.

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Well, what would you do about it anyway? It’s not any worse than normal. I’m gonna be fine.”

Tucker sighs, and leans forward until he can pull Danny into a hug. “I know,” he mumbles. “I just hate seeing you get hurt.”

“I’m okay, Tucker.”

Another thing his mom tells him about her chronic pain patients is that they’ve gotten used to ignoring the pain most of the time. That it’s more of a background hum, but sometimes little things can set off a breakdown that seems to come out of nowhere, when they’re tired of being in pain all the time and want it all to stop and it won’t.

And sure, Tucker hates medical stuff. But he can look out for Danny. And he knows what it looks like when his best friend is close to a dam breaking moment.

But it’s also late, and they’re both tired, and Tucker has a feeling pushing Danny tonight won’t end well for anyone. He’ll just have to make sure to be there for Danny when he’s needed.

So for now, Tucker says, “Okay,” and lays back down on the bed. Danny lays down next to him, and Tucker wraps his arms around him without thinking, though being gentle of the injury on his chest. Danny wraps his arms around Tucker too, probably thinking Tucker’s asking for comfort instead of offering it. Well, maybe he’s doing a little of both.

It certainly helps him to fall asleep listening to Danny’s easy breathing and feeling the rise and fall of his chest. He hopes it helps Danny too.

#danny phantom #tucker foley #danny fenton #is their relationship platonic or romantic in this one?#who knows?#certainly not me #maybe you guys can figure it out #my fic

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muserepeats · 4 months

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29 or 36 for fexi? Maybe the first time they call each other baby or another pet name???

Or 36 would kill me

Your writing is so incredible. And you write them so in love with each other, I am melting and get all emotional 😩🥹. and also hot and bothered because the smut is top tier too! We are blessed 💖

Thank you for the kind words! It really means a lot to read them. (And again, apologies for not responding sooner. Soft prompt post here in case anyone is curious.) Here is #29, from a new crossover fic (promised long ago) that I've started and hope to share next year. 🏈 😉✨

Lexi hears the buzz of her cell phone on the bedside table. It’s not a surprise to be interrupted by a phone call at this hour, but the excitement never fades. She knows as soon as she drops her book, reaches for the device beside her, and turns the screen towards her, Lexi will see his name. Every night it’s the same.

The flutter in her chest was unfamiliar that first time he called her, after the New Year’s Eve party and her brave trip to the convenience store and a few days of texting. Now, nearly 8 months later, the feeling is reliable, his calls are expected, but her heart races just the same. It’s enough to make her pause before answering, to remind herself that this is the feeling she’s been dreaming of her entire life.

“Hey, Fezco,” she says through a blush and an uncontrollable smile.

“Hey, Lex. How you doin?” His familiar drawl in her ear is a balm for every bad memory, every moment of self doubt. Finally, she has someone to count on.

“I’m good, even better now.” Lexi steals a glance over at her sister, who responds with an annoyed glare. The sight of Cassie pushing herself off the bed with a huff is something she enjoys a little more than she should. Lexi tries to ignore the distraction and focus on the voice on the other end of the line.

These days, Cass has mastered the mix of a disgusted scowl and frustrated sigh, complemented by an almost imperceptible eye roll. Just a year ago, the tables were completely turned. It was Lexi sitting across the room, trying to concentrate on her Algebra 2 problem set as her sister cooed some saccharine nonsense into the phone.

"How was your day?" she continues with a grin. Cassie stalks over to the door, her feet landed loudly the carpet in a dramatic display of revulsion.

"Alright," he says through a sigh. "Like you said, s'even better now. Kinda spent most of it missin' you, baby."

The door snaps shut and, despite her sister’s obvious jealousy over someone, anyone, making Lexi the center of their world, there’s only one thought rushing through her mind. He called me baby.

Her teeth gnawing at the center of her cheek are just one challenge to finding a response. There's also the rush of adrenaline in her belly, and the flush of heat on her cheeks, and an undeniable tingling sensation between her legs. She has to remember to breath.

“Sorry, ion’ mean to be derogatory,” Fez blurts, a quicker cadence than his typical slow pace. “I guess we talked about a lotta things, but we ain’t talk about me callin’ you that…”

He was right — they had talked about a lot of things, especially since school started and he had fully settled into life at the Taylor’s house. They talked about what happened that night, right before the play. They talked about the feelings that Lexi felt, ad nauseum, through each act of said play as that saved seat meant for him sat empty. They talked about Ash, and they talked about the hospital. They talked, more frequently, about what happened at school or practice or rehearsal that day. And, just last weekend, they talked about their relationship status. A relationship status that definitely made it appropriate for him to call her baby.

“It’s okay,” she mumbles softly, responding just as he trails off. “I like it. You can say it again.”

The soft grumble of his voice continues, "Baby, baby, baby." There's a hint of teasing in the word, but she knows he savors speaking it as much as she loves hearing it. Lexi chuckles and flops herself onto her back and stares up at the glow-in-the-dark stickers on her ceiling. "Like that?" he goads, his voice turning more suggestive.

"Yeah, like that," she says, her cheeks pained from a wide smile. There's a very good chance that his expression matches hers on the other side of town. She thinks to return the gesture, call him baby, too. But it doesn't feel quite right. Maybe they don't need pet names, but she's waited long enough for this relationship to blossom into something real, something more tactile than the bounds of her imagination. Lexi wants all the silly little clichés of a high school romance, and she wants Fez to have them too.

He clears his throat to break the long beat of silence, and a rush of bravery allows Lexi to ask the question on her mind. "And what should I call you?"

#fexi #soft prompts #fexi forever #wink wink

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one word prompt for avatrice: parents

ava has slept for most of the train journey.

she looks—small, beatrice thinks, worried and fond and many things beside that, and has to look away because there’s an intersection between girlhood and hallowed warrior that she’s been ignoring—a curiosity she has been ignoring—for some time and it will only be exacerbated by letting herself look.

the world goes past, blurred. too blurred to be entirely blamed on the train. her eyes hurt. she has been awake close to thirty hours now. she looks at trees and the blue silver glint of a lake. she looks at the rising mountains. she looks at ava.

three minutes, her watch tells her. three minutes without looking. surely she can do better than that. she’ll try again soon.

for this minute, however, beatrice looks.

ava’s blanket has fallen from one shoulder to bundle at her waist in soft folds. one hand curled under her cheek, propping up her head. faint rust smears under her nails, between her fingers. there hadn’t been time—a brief shower in the not-so-safe safe house, enough to go out in public, enough to seem harmless, but the truth lingers.

there’s blood on her hands, on all of their hands—beatrice plucks at her own, worries at the skin around her nail beds until it stings.

she sleeps very still. beatrice wonders—and it frustrates that she cannot answer her questions, frustrates more that she is questioning at all—if it is muscle-memory, or lack thereof, or whether exhaustion keeps her so still. because ava is exhausted, eyes ringed red from crying and mouth held tight, like she wants to frown even in sleep. beatrice lifts her eyes to messy hair, flat and streaked with grey. it had alarmed beatrice hours ago but now she knows it is stone-dust, settled in her hair from—

beatrice closes her fingers around the impulse to reach out, but cannot deny that it’s there. for all her promises of staying by ava’s side, for all that she swore to be there for ava, the girl got buried alive. beatrice’s fault. areala’s fault. vincent’s fault. but beatrice cannot blame the saint of their order, and what she feels for vincent is more than blame, so. beatrice’s fault, then.

‘you should sleep.’ it’s a testament to how very true that is that beatrice doesn’t realise ava is speaking to her until the other girl moves her head, blinks over at her with the gentlest smile. her voice is soft, raspy with exhaustion. ‘you look… i don’t know. fucked up.’

‘language.’ it doesn’t come out as the reprimand it was intended to be. utterly reflexive. utterly empty.

ava stirs. wriggles higher in her seat. she has no qualms in reaching over and taking beatrice’s hand in hers; it’s warm, hours pressed tight between her cheek and pillow, and when she presses her other hand to the back of it she can feel the impressions where the fabric has left its mark. she can see it on ava’s cheek too, a reddened smudge where her fingers had been. ava must feel it too, because with her other hand she rubs at it slowly.

‘you need to sleep. unless. do we take it in turns?’ ava eyes their tiny carriage, mostly empty. ‘i can totally watch out for, mm. bad guys. pickpockets. don’t have to watch out for that, i guess.’

it’s true. they have next to nothing. one phone and one bag between them.

‘i’ll sleep when we get there.’

ava’s eyes narrow. ‘i won’t fall asleep. you can trust me, seriously.’

‘it’s not that i don’t trust you. but we’re nearly there and there’s little point in it.’ she means to be reassuring but suspects she falls short because ava goes still, eyes narrowed, and then pulls back with a nod. beatrice wishes she could say something to fix it but doesn’t know what; even if her mind were clearer, she thinks she still wouldn’t know.

‘so what’s the plan?’

‘as we discussed, we find a place to lay low. mother s—‘ beatrice stops with a twist of her lips. ‘will call me when there is more of a plan. until then, we train.’

ava musters a smile. ‘any time for sight-seeing along the way?’

‘absolutely not.’ too harsh. ava flinches. beatrice’s lays her hands out flat on the plastic table between them, supplication, surrender. her fingers tremble. ‘sorry, i’m sorry. i’m—‘ she sucks in a breath. ‘i should sleep, you’re right. but i can’t. forgive me, my tone was - it wasn’t directed at you, more our situation.’

‘all good, bea.’ she hesitates, then barrels on. something beatrice is learning is very ava. ‘why can’t you sleep? i could probably knock you out, if you needed,’ ava offers, tone equal parts sincere and sly.

‘i doubt that.’ ava only smiles. ‘you were there when i was tasked with your safety. you know. i can’t abandon that just to sleep.’

‘can’t do much good if you’re exhausted either.’

an excellent point, damn her. beatrice sketches a cross with her nail on the plastic.

‘is it because we’re headed to switzerland?’ ava asks after a few minutes. beatrice jerks her eyes up but ava’s gaze is fixed on the window—or, outside of it. purposefully, beatrice suspects, so as not to look at her but also drinking in the view with half-hidden desperation, fingertips pressed against the glass. ‘i was thinking about it before. when we picked where to go? it must feel like it’s happening all over again,’ she says thoughtfully, and rather sad.

beatrice’s stomach clenches. or rather, she becomes aware that it has been clenched, painfully so, for hours. winding tighter and tighter the further the train takes them.

‘it’s not, you know. mother superion,’ ava says her name in a whisper, with a far too obvious glance around the carriage to ensure no one is listening, ‘totally loves you. she’s not your parents. she’d never send you away. i bet it feels like it, though, huh. i’m really sorry.’

for a moment, beatrice sits very still, stares down at her hands. the roar of the train is only marginally louder than the roar in her ears, exhaustion and fear and tension catching up to her. she hardens herself against the urge to faint, to collapse into sleep, and against the relief of ava’s words. it’s too much. too much understanding, words tripping just this side of what cannot be said. too much grace. ava is careless with it.

she clears her throat. ‘don’t be.’

ava smiles, sly again. ‘you’re bea, i’m ava.’

beatrice groans. ‘that was hardly a pun.’

‘eh, i’m tired,’ she excuses herself with a flap of her hand. peers at beatrice, a little curiously, dark eyes intent, before she yawns again. ‘you’re really not going to sleep?’

beatrice shakes her head no.

ava grunts. wriggles in her chair. ‘okay. me neither.’

‘you should sleep if you’re tired,’ beatrice scolds. ava just lifts her brows. ‘truly. i’ll be fine. i’ve gone longer before.’

ava gives in with a tired look, long and searching. beatrice looks back at her—because ava is looking for something or because she wants to—and whatever ava finds, she smiles.

‘wake me when we’re nearly there,’ she demands sleepily, scrunching down into her seat again. ‘i wanna see our new home.’

#tagging my stories #prompt fill #warrior nun tag #avatrice

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Chapter Thoughts — Chapter 391: Rejecting the World + Chapter 392: Villain Name

On Toga’s Accusations

I am somewhat wary that two-thirds of Toga’s accusations towards Ochaco—you’ve never wanted for anything; your life was perfectly easy to live—are worded in such a way that they’re very easily parried by a reminder that Ochaco grew up in poverty.[1] No, Uraraka never struggled with quirk-based compulsions like Toga did; she always seemed to fit easily into her social surroundings; that doesn’t mean she’s never wanted for anything and has always had an easy life. It feels extremely akin to the Spinner fanboys yelling at the Black dude that he has no idea what it’s like to be judged by his appearance; it makes the accusers look wildly self-centered, oblivious to hardships suffered by people other than themselves.

That said, Ochaco’s already done the thing where Toga expresses that she finds her life difficult and Ochaco responds by ignoring that statement completely in favor of moralistic scolding about actions having consequences. One would hope, given the contents of these two chapters, that we’re not due for yet another speech of that sort. At most, I’d like to see Ochaco use their shared difficulties—different in nature, but both still present—as a basis for empathy rather than an excuse to chide Toga for not trying harder.

A while back, I criticized the Flamin’ Sidekickers for feeling the need to justify their continued association with Endeavor to Dabi—as if their reasoning makes any difference to Todoroki Touya!—and I feel similarly about this. True as it is that Ochaco has faced her own share of problems, her firing back about those problems and comparing her and Toga’s responses to them would not actually be helpful right now in de-escalating the situation. It’s not always about you and your own problems! Especially not when you’re trying to talk someone down! As was the case with the Spinner fanboys, Toga’s in a very bad place right now, and has been for a long, long time. Ochaco doesn’t have to validate her crimes, but I do think it’s important to validate her pain.[2]

(Hit the jump for more on Toga—her flashback and the intersection of her emotions with her quirk mechanics—as well as some musings on the broader implications of the quirk counseling scene, and the usual assortment of odds and ends.)

On Toga’s Emotional Quirk Mechanics

O Nice to finally get a hard confirmation that the doubles are clones of Toga-as-Twice, not clones of Twice himself. Makes sense, given the speed with which she’s replicating, and makes it slightly easier to justify her own emotional hang-ups interfering with the way Double normally functions, though I’m by no means rescinding my complaints about that whole thing being hella arbitrary. Also, confirming that these are all Togas would seem to make it less probable for Uraraka to be able to pick out the real thing by her tears, right? If they’re all Toga-masquerading-as-Twice, shouldn’t they all be crying?

O I like the Zeno’s Arrow-esque nature of the problem with Toga’s time limit on her transformation here. Like, yes, any given double, and Toga herself, will run out of transformation time eventually, but she’s making exponentially increasing numbers of doubles every single second; each one of those doubles is created with the same amount of blood stock its creator had at the moment it started the creation process. Each double thus comes into existence with one second more time than its creator now has. So, how thin can Toga slice those seconds? How infinitesimally close to the timer reaching zero can a double still snap out a new copy, which now has that tiny fragment more time remaining to make a copy itself? Real life doesn’t operate on philosophical time, of course, so she’ll run out of time eventually, prompting a huge tidal wave of Twices turning back into Togas, but it’s a neat thought exercise.

O DELIGHTED that Tsuyu’s guess was off-base, so all the ice-cold, “Toga doesn’t really love the League,” take meta from the people who think the League are toxic and bad for each other is rendered just hilariously short-sighted in retrospect. Because, hey, maybe you shouldn’t take Tsuyu’s word over Toga’s about Toga’s own feelings! Imagine that!

O Interesting that, despite the whole horde moving with the feeling of, “All heroes must die!” when they overrun Tsuyu, they don’t kill her on the spot, but rather just bind her and hoist her up as a hostage. I assume there’s at least some influence from Hori not wanting to kill off any student characters, but extra-canonical explanations being what they may be, it still reflects interestingly on Toga’s own desires and intentions, and certainly her (underutilized) affection for Tsuyu.

On Toga’s Flashback

O So like, Toga’s dad definitely hit her in the flashback, right?

His hand is outstretched, specifically visible against the black silhouette of the rest of his figure; he could have just slapped the bird out of her hands, but I don’t think that would have been enough to spin her all the way in the opposite direction from when her parents first discovered her with the bird. Further, she’s on her knees and hunched over, one arm raised towards the left side of her face, and if you look closely at her cheek in the next panel—

—you can see a mark on the left side of her face that isn’t there on the right.

I don’t have a particular observation about this to discuss further—just wanted to point it out. Toga’s father’s first response to seeing his three-year-old daughter holding a dead bird was not to tell her to put the bird down, or to hit it out of her hands, but to slap her so hard it spun her around and knocked her over. Oh, and then to accuse her of killing it.

The three-year old. Killing a fully-grown sparrow with her bare hands. I couldn’t kill a fully-grown sparrow with my bare hands because a fully grown sparrow wouldn’t let me in touching range without flying away! What is wrong with Toga’s father, exactly, that that’s the assumption he jumps to??

Incidentally, one of the bright little changes the anime made to that sequence back in MVA—one I actually overlooked in the In Memoriam posts—was to specifically animate him slapping the bird out of her hands and then leave her standing there grinning, arms lowered, as her parents continue berating her. It’s truly astounding that we are still uncovering new issues stemming from the anime’s butchering of My Villain Academia!

O Speaking of Toga material the anime wildly fucked up, let’s talk about ~~quirk counseling.~~

So like, I tried for so long to maintain a layer of skepticism about what Curious said about quirk counseling. After all, Curious was a villain, a member of a free-quirk-use cult, violently against the current social order. She was categorically not a reliable narrator about the intentions and outcomes of quirk counseling! All the same, it seemed safe to assume she was at least partially right, if only because, in a meta view, no one ever showed up to contradict her! If we were meant to understand that she was wrong, why allow her words to stand uncontested?

Well, it turns out it’s because she was 100% right!

“They attempt to hammer out any bumps in your understanding of the world and program you to fit neatly into society’s little boxes,” she said, and, “The counseling ends up emphasizing the inherent differences among us all.” And here we find a counselor saying, “Let’s get you all reformed, nice and normal,” thus emphasizing that Toga is very much not normal.

Of course, the counselor then immediately turns around and reveals that Toga’s desires are normal, at least in the sense that “deviant” desires are quite common in “children with powerful quirks.” It happens all the time, apparently! Despite the frequency of the problem, though, the best answer Hero Society has come up with is to preach repression, to strictly control who is allowed to use their quirk—and thus alleviate any natural urges that might accompany it.

Remember what Re-Destro said back in Chapter 227?

Wow! It’s almost like this was an entirely predictable outcome!

O My perennial gloating about the (MVA-era) MLA being justified and correct aside, it’s interesting and, I think, promising that Horikoshi made time to include that bit on quirk counseling here. Firstly, it reinforces the idea that Toga did not become a villain due to the actions of one discrete villain like AFO; she was failed by society at large, so simply offering her the sanctified blessing of The Sympathy of One (1) Teenager is not going to do a thing about the problems that created her, and will go on creating others like her unless real change happens in the attitudes of the current society.

(Of course, all of that is also true for Spinner, and we saw how the confrontation with the societal problems that created him went, thanks but no thanks, Shouji.)

Moreover, though, it’s yet another element that points in the direction of the Quirk Singularity Theory looming on the horizon. If quirks are getting stronger and stronger as generations pass (and we’ve got plenty of evidence that suggests that they are) and psychological issues like Toga’s are common in those with strong quirks (and I don’t see any reason for a professional counselor to misstate something like that[3]), then it follows that such issues will also become more common as quirks increase in strength. Indeed, an irresistibly strong desire to use one’s quirk would be a logical expression of Ujiko’s conclusion that quirks will eventually go out of control!

This is the dark side of Second’s conflation of a person’s intent with the term “quirk” back in Chapter 369. It’s a place where the translation of the word kosei as “quirk” obscures the sentence somewhat. Recall that the word Horikoshi uses translates more literally as “personality.” So, Second says that a strong intent is what makes a person fearsome, and this is why meta-abilities were given the name they were[4]: the power is merely a vessel, a weapon to be used to carry out the intent in question, a characterful, personalized expression of one’s inner will. In other words, a “personality.”

But the inverse also becomes true. If a quirk, a “personality,” is reflective of one’s will, then to suppress one’s quirks is to suppress one’s will. To condemn someone’s quirk becomes the same as condemning them. To label a quirk deviant is to label the person’s will deviant. And if a quirk grows too strong to control, then the will-as-embodied-by-the-quirk also goes out of control. Hence, Toga snaps after too many years of suppression.

So how does that problem get addressed? The MLA, of course, wanted free quirk use, because Destro foresaw a time when quirks would grow too powerful for suppression to be effective. Even radical self-acceptance and an even more radical restructuring of society are still just kicking that problem down the road, though, assuming they’d be effective at all—not that it looks like Hero Society is on the cusp of embracing that particular point of the MLA’s ideology regardless! Indeed, as Team Hero still regards the problem of quirks increasing in strength as “fringe thinking reserved for cults,” they don’t seem to have any intention at all of addressing the problem. Time will tell if the story itself will do so.

O It’s striking that even after some years of emotional abuse, Toga was still barefacedly begging her parents to please explain to her what made her so different from everyone else. It’s a telling parallel to her willingness to actively seek out Ochaco and Deku to ask their opinion on things, and makes it not terribly surprising that she reacts so negatively to being rebuffed by them. Her whole question in the wake of Jin’s death was whether heroes viewed villains as human—when heroes go on to reject her, like her parents did, of course she’d assume that it means those heroes also view her as inhuman.

Stray Notes

O ‘Eeeeeey, people picked up on the Death part of the Parade name this time! I notice it hasn’t been corrected in the online version of 375, though; I wonder if the volume release will fix it?

O One thing I wasn’t clear on from the leaks/scanlation—the former of which are too fuzzy, the latter too murky—but am very happy to see here is that the Himijin Horde is definitely visible on the horizon for Hawks. You can tell from the difference in the shading: fuzzy, gray, irregularly sized trees on the right and left, but a long black line of much more regular height in the center:

They’re heading for the Todorokis and Iida, too, of course, but Hawks is obviously the confrontation I’m most interested in. (Read: GET ‘IM. GEEEET ‘IM.) Very much hope we get to see that before Uraraka completely defuses this whole situation.

O Love the acknowledgement from both Ochaco and Tsuyu that Ochaco’s efforts here are late, and that’s worth an apology, worth Toga being upset about. I’m thrilled that the story is finally, explicitly folding villains into that idea expressed by Nedzu that it’s difficult but necessary for someone to be the first one to hold out a hand if society is to meaningfully advance. I extra love that Ochaco is holding out that hand while also taking a huge risk: offering her thoughts on why Toga’s having problems with making quirk-use-capable clones.

As I said about Chapter 382, Toga resolving that issue would be incredibly dangerous for Team Hero, and I love that Uraraka is still—despite being very aware of that danger—willing to try to help Toga with it. With no guarantee of reciprocity, with everything at stake, Uraraka still takes the time to carry on that conversation because it’s what her heart tells her is the right thing to do.

After all, if she can resolve Toga’s issue, that stands to win her back at least a degree of Toga’s faith, at which point a Toga-made clone of Shigaraki obliterating this whole stretch of countryside would no longer be what Toga wants.[5] More than the strategic considerations, though, it's plainly apparent that Toga struggling with Jin's quirk is causing her great anguish, and that's really what Uraraka wants to soothe.

Taking the talk-no-jutsu gamble is how Shinsou should have handled Machia; it’s how Deku should have been handling Shigaraki instead of drowning him in his Fist Ocean. I praised Mirio for making at least a game attempt at it, and Shouto took a crack at it before slipping back into castigation; if Spinner had been coherent enough to hold an actual conversation with Shouji, we might have gotten it there. This conflict, though, is where I expect the tactic to finally work, as Toga has both the emotional investment in Uraraka[6] and the presence of mind/free agency to actually respond. I can’t wait to see how it goes!

O Toga’s spitting-mad injunction that Uraraka not dare to pity her based on societal standards that never made room for Toga to begin with is an excellent echo of Jin's indignance that Hawks would dare to say Jin led an “unlucky” life, as well as Toga’s own fury at Curious for trying to paint her as miserable.

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[1] So far as I can tell, there’s not an officially recognized difference between “being poor” and “living in poverty”—they’re just different parts of speech describing the same condition—though it seems many people feel instinctively that there’s a difference in severity there. Still, I’ll stick with “poverty” in this case: while Uraraka’s family never seemed so destitute that they were worried about keeping a roof over their heads, we know that, as of the beginning of the manga, she was skipping meals to save money. I doubt she would have been so blasé about going hungry that it could be used as grist for comedic volume extras if she didn’t have prior experience with it, and not having enough money to have regular meals is right there in what it means to live under the poverty line.

[2] Elsewhere in this same angle, Deku’s frank empathy for and validation of Gentle and his motivations is what made Gentle’s return feel so much more earned compared to Nagant’s, and Shouto scolding Dabi for involving innocent people proved ineffective. Shouji, meanwhile, took a stab at validating the mob’s pain, but didn’t have a single word of sympathy for Spinner.

[3] You know, assuming she doesn’t turn out to have been secretly on AFO’s payroll or something.

[4] Setting aside Second’s rampant historical revisionism about the origin of the term, of course, because not a lick of what he says lines up with the actual story of the Mother of Quirks.

[5] Though, you know, the clone Shigaraki would probably still want it!

[6] Dabi’s emotionally invested in Shouto, but in an inverted way, not one that primes him to listen to anything Shouto has to say.

#bnha #bnha 392 #bnha 393 #toga himiko #uraraka ochaco #bnha endgame #bnha worldbuilding #chapter thoughts #my writing

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You promised!

Summary: Jisoo gets her leader from the Studio

June 2018

Chan knew that he was overdoing it sometimes when it came to his time in the studio. He also knew that his members worried about him when he stayed longer than necessary. What he didn´t know was how stubborn Jisoo could be when she thought enough is enough!

“Where is Channie-oppa?” Jisoo asked her members when she entered their shared kitchen.

Changbin, Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin were sitting at the dinner table while eating some instant ramen they had stashed in the dorm. The four boys turned to her when the female entered, still slurping on their noodles.

Upon seeing the inquiring look she held, Changbin decided to be honest about the leaders whereabouts.

Just a week ago, her and Chan had been fighting about taking breaks and not overdoing it while having their schedule filled to the brim! Ending with an upset Jisoo and sulking leader!

Telling her that Chan was again, at the studio, could potentially not be the smartest thing but hiding this information from the female could end up with her being mad at the rapper too and he wanted to prevent that under every circumstance!

“He´s still at the company! Said he wanted to get something done before going home.”

Jisoo´s jaw dropped and the boys could see her getting upset.

“Again? It´s 11:56 p.m and he promised just last week that he would take a break! And now he´s been holed up in the damn studio for the third night in a row?” she gasped frustrated.

Changbin shrugged but didn´t answer. Hyunjin, Felix and Seungmin also stayed silent.

Taking a deep breath, the girl turned around and left the kitchen. She made her way towards the front door, slipped her sneakers on and tugged one of the jackets laying around, around herself. Based on the faint smell of perfume that clung onto the fabric, she guessed it was Felix´s!

Jisoo decided to walk to the company, not wanting to call the driver in the middle of the night.

20 minutes later she arrived.

The girl ignored the confused looks she received by the staff that was slowly but surely finish their work for the day, only stopping to greet them respectfully before making her way to the studio room.

Chan didn´t know what time it was and he certainly didn´t realize that his second youngest member had entered the small studio.

Standing right behind him, arms crossed, she watched as he ran his hands through his unruly hair. It looked messy, like the leader had tugged on it for a while.

“You promised!” she claimed suddenly, realizing that he wouldn´t notice her on his own accord.

The leaders head whipped around, his heart racing but Jisoo didn´t flinch, only lifting an eyebrow.

“OMG Jisoo! Don´t do that!”

He slapped his hand on his chest trying to calm his racing heart.

“What are you doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing!”

While Jisoo looked like she wanted to rip his head off, the pout in her voice gave her away

Knowing that the girl wasn´t seriously mad at him, more disappointed than anything, the boy sighed softly.

“Soo-ah i…”

“Do not apologize to me if you don´t mean it Christopher! I don’t want to hear it! You told me that you were going to slow down a bit, no you promised me! And not even a week later I have to get you home AGAIN? Do you think I like you fainting on me because you ignored the fact that you ARE in fact human and need to eat, sleep or even take a shower?”

Looking at the girl made him feel bad. She was right! He had fainted on her in the middle of a joined practice session and it had scared the shit out of her!

Jisoo had stuck to him like she had been glued to his side for the next two days before wanting him to stay home for few days which had prompted their fight in the first place.

Not working made his skin itch and with his inability to sleep most of the time he decided that he had to do something! The female understood that. She even let left him in piece for the last two days to work since he was cleared from dance practice. But it has been 3 days since she saw him and she grew more worried by the hour!

Chan reached out his hand and took hers in his own, pulling her on his lap to cuddle.

“I´m sorry Aegiya but I wanted to get this done first!”

“I know that! That´s why I’m here now and not 2 days ago! But you could at least text back every now and then so we won´t have to worry!”

The leader received silence from the younger and every now and then a quiet sniffle.

“You do knbow that I will take you home now and not accept no for an answer do you?”

Chan had to laugh. He did indeed know that and for once he didn´t object to it.

Taglist: @alyszaen @smh-anon @andjeoidjavo @ninjaxoxo @sunghoonieee @stopeatread

#stray kids #stray kids 9th member #9th member of stray kids #kpop added member #kpop addition #kpop au #kpop extra member #stray kids addition #stray kids female member #stray kids female addition

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wasyago · 8 months

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I would like to know what your boundaries are when it comes to interacting with you.

are you ok with requests or questions that don’t have to do with your works

are you ok with receiving headcanons that are not relevant to or may contradict with what you already have

how many asks are you comfortable with receiving at one time.

Are there other things that you want us to know about fan interaction that I didn’t think to ask about

hmm oh man no one has really asked this before... i think as a disclaimer i need to say that im pretty bad at replying to asks, and half of them get ignored and deleted because i either forget about them and get too anxious to reply, or just don't know how to reply and never do.

i dont really do art requests, so if anyone sends one it will most likely be ignored, and if its not related to what im posting it'll be ignored 100%. there are some exceptions of it, but i still don't appreciate people asking me to draw anything for free. i suppose i don't mind questions about stuff outside of my work! no one really asks anything so i don't have a good example of it, plus it all really depends on the context, but if its good I'll reply and if its something i dont like I'll just ignore it. so, same as with everything i guess, so those are okay 👍

about headcanons hmmm... not sure? i dont know how to properly reply to them if its not something im into apart from "oh thats interesting" and "nice". like, i don't really wanna say stuff like "that cool but i personally think that you're wrong and here are the reasons--" and take someone's headcanon apart? it just feels rude? even if i do process the headcanon in my brain and there's a thought process of how it fits or doesn't fit into my beliefs, i don't really want to say it out lound to not upset anyone? but saying all this, it is still nice to see headcanons from different people and different perspectives, to have some variety of views and opinions and more diversity. because you never know what you might like. so, i think all headcanons are good, if i know how to reply to them i will, and if i don't then i won't!

how many asks am i comfortable receiving umm, well, i don't have an exact number picked hsghd. i guess as many as you want if you really have a lot to ask? i do appreciate it when people keep asks topical tho. so, if you're asking about one particular thing, it'd be nice if it was all in one ask that is easy to reply to. and if you're asking about multiple different things it's better to send multiple short asks instead of a big one. because its hard to reply to billion unrelated questions in one post. so for example your ask is good because all the questions are on the same subject, but if you asked me about the weather halfway through and then swithed to an ask about jrwi, that i wouldn't reply to, yknow?

for other things... i already said about the art requests, which are like the main thing i really don't like. i guess some things are better asked in dm's than asks, if that's anything? especially if it's something more personal to you or requires an actual dialog, but i can see why it might be easier to send an ask first and move to dm's later, so its not a problem. hmmmm and i suppose just the general stuff, like don't send suggestive asks if i don't know you or you weren't clearly prompted to, don't be mean to me or others, even as a joke it doesn't feel good, remember that im just a random guy on the internet, im not a robot i have feelings, so talk to me like a person, don't spam the same question if i didn't answer it, etc.

i think that's it? thank you for asking!!

#yagotalk

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septemberrie · 6 months

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fic asks

Thank you for the tag @junkshop-disco!

How many works do you have on ao3?

44!

What's your total ao3 word count?

560,688

What fandoms do you write for?

At this point, just Fate: the Winx Saga but I have a smattering of other fandom one shots on my ao3. Call me a serial monogamist, I guess? It takes a lot for me to be possessed enough to write, so it rarely happens for multiple fandoms at once.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Tempting Fate

Battle Lines

Point of No Return

A Man Plans a Tree in Whose Shade He May Never Sit

En Garde

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I always mean to! but sometimes the Anxiety gets in the way. I made a concerted effort like a month ago to reply to some out of date comments and I'm hoping to continue.

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I have a history of writing one-shots of whump prompts, so some of those have quite punchy endings. Fate is a very dramatic show and so it's not a far leap to be cruel sometimes. But of my longfics, It Was Just Red is definitely the angstiest, but to be fair it's a prequel story to one with a happier ending.

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I've written quite a few I would consider happy, one that comes to mind of late is A Lady's Guide to Fools and Fortunes, the Rivusa Bridgerton AU I wrote with Val.

Do you get hate on fics?

In a previous fandom I received hate for a twist ending to a longfic. To be fair to my audience, I didn't lay much groundwork (at all) for the twist; I was still a young author who thought it was fun to pull the wool over the eyes of my readers. After BBC Sherlock showed me how awful that was (plus general maturity), I have since learned my lesson.

I've also gotten a comment or two criticizing my characters' choices and I steam over them but ultimately ignore them. A character making a bad choice doesn't mean I'm endorsing that choice. I don't want to read a story about perfect people who never do anything wrong, and I'm definitely not going to write that either.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Are there different kinds of smut? Tropes, maybe? I have written everything from fading to black to fully explicit group sex. At this point I tend to fade to black except when I consider the detail important to the story (for example, choosing to break a vow of celibacy…).

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

I have never really grokked crossovers, I don't think I have that kind of brain where I can reconcile separate worldbuilding. It's never grabbed me as a reader, either, but I am a bit envious of those with the imagination to do it!

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yeppers.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I had one fic translated recently, with permission, and I'm glad I did because a hilarious catfight erupted in the comments, involving the anonymous aggressor informing my translator that her father, the owner of ficbook, was going to delete the fic, and co-opted a sock account to validate Anonymous Aggressor's paternity.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yessss my usual partner in crime is Val who is fantastic at motivation and bouncing off ideas. Mo my usual beta who provides amazing enough feedback I sometimes feel like I should list her as co-writer.

What's your all-time favorite ship?

I'm a multi-shipper; I tend to fixate on one character and I'm happy to explore their dynamic with a variety of ships.

What's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

In general if I start posting something then I'm going to finish it, no matter how brutal it gets. But starting to think that The Last Resort, my Rivusa fake dating AU with Val, might never recover from Fate S2.

What are your writing strengths?

I think I am pretty good at conveying characters' states of mind, through their internal thoughts and what they're physically doing. I think my writing has dramatically improved in the last two years since I got into Fate and most of that has to do with being thoughtful about showing what characters are thinking/doing and why, instead of telling.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Listen. I amn just a litle creacher. Sometimes I just completely miss certain things in canon and their implications, so off I go writing away my own interpretation that's "incorrect" (yeah yeah I know, fuck canon, but it matters to me! Sometimes!). I can be very guilty of projecting qualities onto my most fave and least fave characters that are a stretch when reconciled with canon.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

Sure? I have learned not to treat your readers with kid gloves. They can figure out meanings from context.

First fandom you wrote for?

Harry Potter, on my neopets.com petpage because I didn't know about LiveJournal or fanfiction.net

Favorite fic you've written?

This is just cruel to have to choose! But I always circle back to Point of No Return. Rereading it now there are a lot of improvements I would make to the writing, but a) it's the fic that got me back into writing after a 5ish year dry spell, b) it hits pretty much all of my fave tropes/whumps, c) it led me to connecting with a new community that I now speak to daily and have even visited across the ocean! and d) it absorbed so much of my life (I wrote 60k in a little over a month) that I finally had the guts to share my writing hobby with my partner, who is wonderfully supportive. That fic changed my life for the better in so many ways.

I tag @whenshesayshush @faytalepsy @blue-aconite and whoever else wants to do this!

#my writing #ask games

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zhongrin · 1 year

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If friendship level was indicating how characters were acting about you in impostor sagau, where you would be safest?

1-3 - they know something is wrong with you, but they still act as if you were the imposter

4-7 - they will ignore you. They won't help but they won't rush to capture you if u know what I mean

8-10 - they will help you hide and will try and act on the side to convince others that you are not an imposter

For me it's probably Mondstadt or Liyue

From Mondstadt I have friendship lv10 with Diluc, Barbara, Lisa, Amber, Kaeya, lv8 with Noelle and Bennett.

For Liyue i have Zhongli, Kazuha and Xiao on lv10, Ningguang, Yun Jin, Yanfei and Xiangling on lv8

In Inazuma, well... My raiden is on lv7 and rest is below lv5 so yeah, not good

In Sumeru I have to get to Tighnari, as he is on lv10, Cyno is on 6 so it's not the worst thing I guess

Anyways, I'm safest in Mondstadt

Wonder where you are safe owo

*gasp* i remember seeing this kind of prompt on hira's (@/hiraya-rawr) blog and i wanted to do it for so long hsdlfjsldkjf

i think i'll be safest in... either mond or liyue? but generally, most of the characters will ignore me because whenever i get new characters i have a habit of stuffing them into the teapot until they reach lv. 6 lmao

mondstadt

lv. 10 jean and kaeya + lv. 8 amber and sucrose - fingers crossed they'll help convince the rest of the mondstadt residents that i mean no harm??

then again i don't have venti. does that mean he's at lv. 0? what would that translate to? that the character has no idea that you're the real creator and will hunt you down? bc if so well then rip me-

conclusion: safe(?)

liyue

tbh it's equally as safe and dangerous here i feel hsldfjlksdf zhongli. zhongli please you have to keep me safe-

lv. 10 zhongli and xiao + lv. 9 xingqiu + lv. 8 qiqi - yk what this isn't bad i have a dps, support, shielder, and healer i'm all set lmaooo

well... considering there are two characters who are my only triple-crowned peeps here (xiao and zhongli), i am praying to rex lapis that they would keep me safe ;;;

lv. 3 yun jin + lv. 2 yaoyao would be after me haldjsldj

no yelan, hu tao, shenhe, ganyu, childe - i think out of these people the only dangerous ones would be ganyu and childe (if they're devoted to the impostor that is). the others doesn't seem like the type who would care much about impostor gods and such... unless this is the sagau with heavy cultist element, in which case hoo boy guess we'll see who wins...

conclusion: safe... maybe

inazuma

lv. 10 shinobu and kazuha + lv. 9 thoma

i feel like my only option here is to:

1) rely on kazuha to persuade beidou (lv. 6) so they can snuck me out to liyue, or

2) rely on thoma to persuade ayato (lv. 7) for a temporary shelter in the kamisato residence (but i don't have ayaka so it's more likely that she might influence her brother to turn me in to the shogun shdlfkjsdl), or

3) rely on shinobu to persuade itto (lv. 6) to take me in... but can i live as an arataki gang member? ........... probably not.....

i have no ei or yae so as soon as they see me i think i'm gonna be vaporized ala signora so uh. yeah.

conclusion: not safe

sumeru

i'm fucked *chuckles*

lv. 10 collei - my sweet summer child. i am hoping she'll manage to convince tighnari at the very least. but otherwise, i'm fucked.

lv. 7 wanderer + lv. 5 al haitham - it's unfortunate but they would ignore me sobsob

i don't have cyno, tighnari, nilou, or nahida, which are the key people running sumeru so really i think i have the smallest chance of survival here orz

conclusion: very not safe

#rin answer #rin is having tea with: luke 💙#this was super fun to do hehee

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yankpop · 2 years

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part 6 of bully mark? 🥺🥺😢

Warnings: Implied kidnapping.

AN: So, this is the very last and final part of bully Mark. It definitely gives more closure. Hope you guys like it :)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 - Part 5

“Happy birthday, sweetheart!" Mark cheerfully sings, a slightly distorted home-made cake in his hands. You look at him, mind completely blank as you try to process it.

It’s your birthday already? That means you’ve spent at least 5 months locked up in Mark’s apartment.

It's hard to believe it is already your birthday, the last time you celebrated it was with your family. It seems like such a distant past that you can barely remember it.

Mark seems oblivious to your confusion as he comes closer to you, happiness all over his face. He nods towards the cake, pointing at the candles.

“C’mon, blow them and make a wish.” he eagerly tells you. You weakly nod, closing your eyes as you try to focus your mind. The one thing you want the most is to go home, back to your family.

That’s your only wish.

You think about it over and over again, desperately wishing for it to become true. Opening your eyes, you blow the candles. Mark quickly puts the cake on top of the dinning table, prompting you to take a place as he starts cutting the cake.

“I can’t believe we got to celebrate your birthday together, this is so perfect.” he blabbers, handing you a slice of the cake. You ignore the food, instead focusing on Mark. He’s wearing a loose shirt, his round glasses perched on his nose. He looks innocent, a nice guy even. Although that’s not really the reality.

If he was, then he wouldn’t have taken you away from your life.

“Mark, I want to ask you something and please, don’t say no.” you beg, placing your hand on top of his arm. He looks at you, giving you a disappointed look, too similar to the one he gave you after he found you with his phone.

That was enough for him to finally install a door on your room, only to keep it locked for one week straight. He gave you food through a small dog door and made sure to take away all the books and puzzles he had previously given you to entertain yourself.

It wasn’t entirely awful, but you hated it. It’s bad enough to be kept in an apartment, even worse to be locked inside a small room and its connected bathroom.

“Y/N…” he starts, but you’re quick to jump into action, tugging his sleeves as you plead.

“Let me see my family, just once. I’ll promise I’ll be good from now on and won't cause any trouble. I just want to see them one last time, they must be so worried about me, Mark!” your eyes start burning with tears as you speak.

Mark gazes at you for a good moment, analyzing your eyes for something you don’t know. You keep eye contact, although it's uncomfortable. You’re about to speak up when he beats you to it.

“Alright then. Wanna see your family? Let’s go see them.” your whole face lights up with happiness. Mark grabs your hand, urging you to follow him. You almost trip behind him from how excited you are, thinking he’s taking you towards the door. But he doesn’t.

Instead, he brings you to the couch. You look at him, completely dubfound as he starts to turn on the TV and then messes around with his phone, connecting it to the big screen.

“I really didn’t wanted to show you this but since you want to see your family so much, I guess I’m gonna have to do it.” he mumbles.

A video starts playing on the TV and for a moment you’re confused as you watch a happy family singing a birthday song to a smiling girl.

Your sister.

You almost forgot that her birthday is only a few days before your own.

Your heart drops to your feet when you recognize your parents, hugging each other with big smiles as they near your sister with a cake. They look happy.

They look happy even though you’re missing. For one second, you catch Haechan next to her, kissing her cheek but then the video ends, the screen going black.

Mark’s fingers reach for your face, sweeping off the tears that you didn’t even realize you had released. He embraces you from the side, his lips practically touching your ear as he tries to calm you down.

You can’t stop the tears now, your sobs shaking your body. Betrayal crunches your heart. How could they forget you so easily?

“See? They don’t really care about you. They don’t even remember you anymore, just like that.” Mark says, rubbing his palm on your back while you sob. His lips curl in a half-smile, knowing he had won.

“I’m the only one that cares about you and I’ll always love you. Only you.”

#@yankpop #nct yandere #yandere nct #yandere kpop #yandere scenario #yandere mark #yandere x reader

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beatricebidelaire · 1 year

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rumour has it

Kit talks to four different people about Beatrice and Esme.

~1.1k, gen, with background relationships.

****

“I just don’t think Beatrice should let herself be so affected by - what’s her name again? Esme? You know. Beatrice’s new understudy,” Kit shakes her head, sounding disapproving. “Sure this Esme sounds quite rude, but that’s exactly why there’s no need to engage with her at all. Just ignore her. That shouldn’t be hard.”

Olaf shrugs, taking a bite of the cookie. “Beats me,” he says while chewing. “She’s dealt with ruder people. I have no idea why Esme bothers her so much. That said, if I were to hazard a guess -” he pauses, giving Kit a meaningful look.

Kit half-turns to glance at him, knowing that dramatic pauses from Olaf usually means he has dramatic gossip he’s about to announce. “Oh yeah?”

“B is attracted to her,” Olaf announces. “If I have to guess.”

“Okay, less than 5 minutes ago you were telling me Beatrice thinks this Esme is unqualified, stupid, vain, and a terrible actress,” Kit points out.

“Exactly,” Olaf drawls. “Notice that she did not call her ugly.”

“So is this Esme really as unqualified - and all those adjectives - as Beatrice said, in your opinion?”

“Oh, Esme is definitely vain,” Olaf says, swallowing the cookie before continuing, “but stupid? If she’s really stupid, Beatrice wouldn’t even pay any attention to her. You know how B likes smart people, it’s why she’s been best friends with me for a decade and half. While Esme is definitely not as clever as me, she’s at the very least clever enough to be able to continue to come up with new ways to annoy Beatrice.”

Kit snorts a little at Olaf’s ‘as clever as me’, but thinks that he probably has some point about how Esme is clever enough to annoy Beatrice. It isn’t like Beatrice - Beatrice, who knows how to handle everyone - to suddenly lose all her social queen abilities around this Esme girl.

“Is she -” Kit pauses, fishing for the right word in her mind. “Feeling threatened by this Esme? Because she fears people might think Esme is prettier or something?”

“Oh, Kit,” Olaf says. “Be careful not to say that in front of B. She’ll start throwing stuff.”

Kit raises an eyebrow. “That bad? Seriously?”

“Eh, maybe not at you,” he concedes. “She expresses more emotions around me. But still, my point stands.”

“Just how pretty is this Esme?” Kit asks, skeptical.

“Depends on what she’s wearing at the time,” Olaf replies, with a shrug. “That time when she’s in that ocean blue dress - I almost immediately invited her over for the night. Would have, too, but someone else was faster. However, when she wore that weird thing she proclaimed as ‘innest fashion of the week’ that made her look like some kind of vintage vase from the 1700s, it’s pretty much a turn-off for me.”

“Innest fashion of the week,” Kit repeats.

“Oh yeah. Forgot to mention - Esme is really into what’s ‘in’ - you know. The most fashionable thing at the moment. Read the fashion column every day.”

****

“Wait, you’re saying you have met this Esme girl - the one in B and O’s theater group?” Kit asks.

“Just that once when Jacques and I went to their rehearsal,” Bertrand says. “For the murder mystery play. Lots of Agatha Christie references.”

“What’s your take on her?”

“On Christie? Well, I think that -”

“No, not Christie,” Kit rolls her eyes. “Esme.”

He laughs, then takes a moment to consider. “See, I would tell you I think she’s rather - mean-spirited and aggressive, but.”

“But?” Kit prompts when he stops talking.

Bertrand hesitates. “But Beatrice is the exact same way when around her. Not like the Beatrice we know. Well, still like the Beatrice we know, sort of, but it’s like Esme brings out certain negative qualities in her. Magnifies them, so to speak. So - it’s possible Esme isn’t usually like this either, but just … when around Beatrice. Possibly.”

“Beatrice is our friend,” Kit says, feeling a need to defend Beatrice.

“Yes, and I like her, we all do. But, from a more objective perspective …” he trails off. “I don’t know, I’m just saying that I don’t know enough about Esme to say. Maybe she really is like that all the time.”

Kit frowns thoughtfully.

****

“Esme? You mean Baudelaire Number 2?” Georgina Orwell says. “I have only met her once and immediately knew that I have no interest in ever seeing her again, just as I do Baudelaire. She doesn’t seem to be as annoying as Baudelaire yet, but it’s already evident that Baudelaire’s influences on her are showing. I personally would want those two little girls to stay as far away from me as possible.”

“They’re 21 and 22 years old,” Kit says drily.

“Exactly,” Georgina says. “Little girls, as I said.”

Kit isn’t sure if Georgina’s opinion is worth taking into account, after hearing what she said. Georgina has a reputation for being good at reading people, but she’s very disinterested in, and one may even say annoyed by Beatrice. While Beatrice can be a little … overly energetic, Kit thinks that it’s fair to say that Georgina Orwell is a little biased towards Beatrice.

So if Georgina groups Esme into the same category as Beatrice, how much of her opinion on Esme is unibased is a big question.

****

“Esme? Oh, Beatrice and Olaf’s friend from the theater,” R says. “She doesn’t seem particularly interested in literature, but does have quite a lot to say about fashion. And I mean a lot.”

“I think Beatrice would probably say the word ‘friend’ is a bit of a stretch,” Kit comments.

R shrugs, in her own usual elegant manner. “Well, what does the word friend mean, in our line of work and volunteering? You yourself prefer the word ‘associate’ for the longest times, even when referring to your own brother. Even now.”

Kit winces. “Okay that’s - that’s not fair, R.”

“Not judging, just making an observation,” R says, lightly.

Kit makes a face. “Fine. But seriously, that’s me. It’s what I do. Beatrice is - well, Beatrice is not me. She’s Beatrice. She calls people friends. She considers many people her friend. But this Esme - from what I have heard about the two of them, I very much doubt she’s someone Beatrice considers a friend.”

“You make a valid point there,” R agrees. “I doubt Beatrice considers Esme a friend. That said,” she sighs, if just a little wistful. “I’d be very surprised if they don’t sleep together by the end of the month.”

Kit chokes on her tea.

R pats her back sympathetically.

“You’re kidding me,” Kit says finally, after she recovers.

R pours some more tea into Kit’s cup, “Oh Kit,” she says. “I wish.”

#kit snicket #count olaf #bertrand baudelaire #georgina orwell #r duchess of winnipeg #brotp: pencil bun and strawberry blond #asoue #my writing

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dreamlandforever · 9 months

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@writersmonth Prompt: Day 3 - Seashell

Fandom: Teen Wolf | Sterek WC: 600

AO3

III. Seashell | The Mermaid

“Did you know that seashells were once used as currency?” Stiles asked, playing with the seashell currently his hand, throwing it up in the air and catching it again.

Derek held his hand out to Stiles, who wordlessly handed him the seashell he had found.

“They also represent St. James, the patron Saint of Spain and pilgrims.” Stiles added, not really turning to see Derek. “He was the son of a fisherman, so I guess that’s why.”

“Why do you know that?” Derek asked, pulling Stiles against him so the younger man could focus on him instead of on the sea.

“I researched it.” Stiles said simply, shrugging. Derek was sometimes taken aback with how casual Stiles was about some very random stuff he did.

“You thought Neptune was the Big Bad?” Derek couldn’t help but ask. A part of him knew Stiles was way too smart for his own good. The other part of him also knew that Stiles was severely sleep deprived, which, at times, made him not the most coherent person.

“No, dude. I had no clue what was happening, and excuse me for evil man-eating mermaid not being my first thought, and there were seashells all around town. So I researched if they were used for spells, or if they had any meaning. I learned a lot of useless information, because apparently the mermaid simply didn’t notice she had seashells all over her every time she came into town to steal a man.” Stiles defended himself, taking the seashell from Derek’s hands again to play with it.

“You aren’t going to join them?” Derek asked, looking at the rest of the Pack in the lake. He rolled his eyes when he noticed that Scott and Isaac were trying to drown each other and passing it off as a ‘game’.

“They have the weirdest way to flirt, don’t they?” Stiles commented, finally setting the shell down. “There are no shells in Beacon Hills, I have no clue how mermaids work. I hate them, though. That I know.”

Derek couldn’t agree more, especially with the still healing bites he had on his torso and legs. A good chunk of his thigh was still trying to regrow. “Like you have a better way?”

“Hey! I got you in the end, didn’t I?” Stiles protested immediately, letting Derek hold him closer to him.

“Stiles, you almost got yourself killed. Literally.”

“Look, I was trying to be brave and save your ass. I did. And then you immediately returned the favor. That’s how we work, Sourwolf, deal with it. Now, your co-Alpha and your son are trying to kill each other and I think you should intervene.” Stiles commented, pointing at where Scott and Isaac were getting more violent, and Lydia and Allison were simply sitting on their chairs fixing their manicure after dealing with the mermaid. The rest of the betas were swimming away from the two, ignoring them.

Derek sighed. “Are you not coming?”

“The shade is this skin’s best friend, Derbear. Go deal with them and then come back here. And don’t get in the lake, it might be bad for your wounds.” Stiles told him, making himself comfortable in the outdoors couch Lydia had, perfectly safe under an oversize umbrella. He started wondering if he could find enough seashells to make a necklace, when he heard a big splash. By the time he turned to look, Derek was already on his way back to him, and Scott and Isaac were staring blankly at each other. Stiles had no clue what had happened, but he was certain it was a lot more violent than it had to be, judging by Erica’s loud laugh. He closed his eyes again, grateful for his life, while he waited for his perfect boyfriend to join him.

#writersmonth2023 #writing prompt #jwritessometimes #sterek #teen wolf #this time is fluff bcs i couldnt cry again sorry

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bre-meister · 4 days

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I wrote this greens fic back in February I think for one of the saftey prompts but for the life of me I can’t find the ask. If I do I’ll link it to this one later. Also, please mind the formatting I’m unfortunately posting on mobile 😅

✨Never Again✨

The change in Buttercup wasn’t super obvious at first. When she came home her answers to his questions were a bit shorter than usual and maybe she wasn’t as touchy as she used to be but honestly there could have been a million reasons why. Butch just chalks it all up to work being stressful and then it was getting close to her cycle as well. Not to mention she’d gotten into another fight with her pink eyed sister recently and that always tended to put her in a sour mood for a few days. He should have seen it coming much sooner. He knows her better than anyone. How could he ever have let this happen to her?

“You should have told me this was going on. I would have put a stop to it as soon as I heard about it!”

The nurse checking his girlfriend’s vitals gives him a dirty look. He feels bad for yelling especially with the way Buttercup shrinks even further into the hospital bed. Seeing her like this was off putting- small, injured, dare he say even oddly ashamed which stunned him the most because absolutely none of this was her fault. He wanted to find the weirdo who did this to her and handle him himself.

“I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it was a big deal. He was just a fan. I get fans that come by the shop all the time. Honestly, it’s good for business.”

“Not when they overdose you with Anidote X. You almost died! You kind of have to be alive to do business ya know.”

The corner of her mouth lifts up in a small smile and Butch takes that as a win. As much as he’s trying to ignore it he’s scared shitless - has been since he got the call from Bubbles about Butters being in the hospital. Seeing her react to one of his dumb jokes makes him feel just a little bit better.

“Hey, not my fault the stalker was too dumb to get the dosage right.”

Her joke falls flat between them. As much as both of them would like to lighten the situation, reality was quite sobering. She’d almost died. Like really died. Her superpowers wouldn’t have been able to save her. Hell, the only reason she’s probably alive now was that her little sister had chosen that exact moment to come into the shop to pick Buttercup up for their planned lunch date. She’d seen Buttercup convulsing on the floor and flew her to the hospital after tying up the crazed fan in the back.

“Really, you should have told me. There’s no way that creep went from just checking out your bakery to attempted kidnapping without you noticing a change. We both know I have much more liberty than you to deal with these kinds of situations in a more permanent way.”

He was expecting her to continue arguing, to insist she could have handled it herself - and he knows she could have if that jerkwad hadn’t stuck up on her while she was closing up. What he wasn’t expecting was for her to break down into tears so suddenly.

Immediately he moved to perching on the edge of her bed so he could hold her better. The nurse had long since left them to their argument but Butch could see her disapproving look just as clearly in his minds eye.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m a terrible person coming in here and yelling at you like that.”

“No you’re not. Because you’re right and that’s what makes it so much worse,” she chokes out through her tears.

“What?”

“You’re right. I should have asked for you help. I should have let someone else know what was going on. I don’t know why I didn’t. I trust you with my whole heart and yet I guess admitting this to you would have been admitting to myself that I couldn’t do it.

“I let my pride stop me and it almost cost me my life. I almost died Butch. I never want to be in that position again.”

“And you won’t.” He says it with so much conviction that he startles himself for a moment.

He gently urges Buttercup to remove her face from where she’d buried it in his chest so he could look her in the eye. He needed her to know how serious he was about this.

“No one’s ever going to hurt you again. i promise you that on everything i believe in.”

“And what do you believe in?” She whispers

“You. Us. I believe in us. And I want you to believe in me. I know you trust me so let me help you. If you had died today… I don’t know what I would have done.”

“You would have been fine -“

“No,” he cuts her off, “I wouldn’t have been. You are my world. My sunshine. Without you everything is just darkness and I’m not strong enough to fight it on my own. You make me stronger, happier, you make me who I am. So I mean it when I say I will do everything in my power to make sure nothing ever harms you again.”

“Well,” she’s full on smiling now, “we both know you can’t stop everything. Occupational hazard and all.”

“I can sure as hell try. “

“I love you.”

“I’d love you even more if you told me where everyone’s hiding the scumbag that put you in here to begin with.”

“You and I both know I can’t do that. If I tell you where he is you might actually kill him and I’m sure as hell not going to the security max prison once a month for conjugal visits.”

“Honestly I’m more hurt you’d only plan to see me once a month!”

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