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luninosity · 10 months

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Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let’s spread the self-love! Tagged by @estrellami-1 - thank you, my dear! <3 Let's see, fanfic specifically, not original works, I imagine...well, I've got a lot! The question is, which... Okay, these are just my personal favs, not even necessarily the ones I think might be the best-written, and I'm also excluding co-authored fic because that would be a very different list! (For one thing, Amateur Cartography, with Reg....) 1. straight from your heart (Stucky) - lots of people seem to like this one (thank you!) and I do too - I love recovering!Bucky stories, I loved the premise (it was written for a fest prompt), and I love the idea of Steve and Bucky working out what they want to incorporate, and play with, and reclaim, as far as identities (and, okay, some kink; it's me!). 2. Like Sugar (Evanstan; series) - okay, this is probably cheating because it's a whole series, but I can't separate them! This might be the thing people know me for most, maybe, and it was at the time the longest and most detailed story I'd ever written, and one of those that was (mostly) easy to write - words and scenes just turned up and flowed. I sometimes go back and reread my writing and am honestly impressed by myself. I do love this whole giant thing. 3. tempt me, tease me (leave me breathless) & (baby won't you please) run your fingers through my hair (both Evanstan, both sort of gentle kink) - okay, this is also kind of cheating, because they're two separate stories - except they're sort of linked, in my head? They have vaguely similar premises, about Chris discovering some things about Seb's preferences, and love confessions, and kink, and comfort, and...I don't know, they just have a similar 'feel' to my writer-brain. They both have specific lines that I've put on "top ten favorite sentences I've written" lists before, and I love my writing at this point. 4. never mind the why and wherefore (Johnny Storm/TJ Hammond Fantastic Four/Political Animals no-powers AU crossover) - this is an odd random one but I genuinely love it! In the category of "stories I never expected to write"...and then friends made me think about it...and then suddenly it practically wrote itself and I had 45k of story. One of the best and most unexpected and consequently wonderful writing experiences I've ever had, plus of course TJ deserves all the happiness! 5. Know That It's True (Cherik, X-Men: First Class era) - pulling out a real old-school one: this was my first-ever X-Men fic! Well, to be fair, that depends on how you count - it's the first one I started writing, but then I stopped and wrote and finished something else short, and then went back to this one! These days my writing style has evolved a bit, and there're some things I'd do differently - but the sheer sense of fun to it, the absolute joy, the "oh gosh YES" rush of feels while writing, posting, being so nervous about it as a new(ish) writer...oh, I love it. And I tumbled into so many communities and friendships and fan events and fests and, oh, the shared love - really, without this, I don't know where I'd be. So that's always got to be on a list of favorites. *hugs you all* Tagging people, oh, let's see... @musette22 @significantowl @ninemoons42 @thebestpersonherelovesbucky @rozf and anyone else who wants to! love you!

#my fic #tag game #favorite fic #thank you!#stucky #evanstan #cherik #x-men #marvel #rpf #fanfic #xmfc #tj hammond #johnny storm

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belethlegwen · 5 months

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You are so wonderful and I hope things smooth out for you sooner rather than later. Obviously you should prioritize yourself first (god knows we all have sooo much good fic of yours to reread), but it leads me to a question I’ve been too shy to ask 👉👈 how do you feel about recursive fic about your fics/characters? Would you be ok with us sharing it with you/others, crediting you for the creation of such good characters of course? I have serious Stranding/Rescue brainworms and it’s making me want to write drabble & fluff for the first time in a long time 💕 of course it’s fine if you’d be more comfortable with me not posting it — either way, thank you soooo much for sharing this lovely world & worldbuilding & all the characters within. I will be rotating them in my head for years no matter what 🙇

Hello and good morning! Or afternoon, I'm not sure. I'm drafting this answer over a late breakfast because I got a precious day of sleeping-in and I'm still thinking deeply about it.

Firstly: I want to hug you so tight (if you were down) because this is wildly sweet and flattering, thank you so so much for reaching out at all even just about the works, but the wishes that things smooth out are highly appreciated ;-; We're looking… solid? Right now? But there's still so much up in the air and hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh I won't bore you with it, it's not the reason I'm drafting this out.

ABOUT RECURSIVE WORKS [very long, read under the cut, tl:dr summary at the end]:

I would love it. I would genuinely, honestly love it, with the caveats that you laid out that proper credit would be given (thank you so much you lovely beautiful soul), that it be clarified wherever it is shared that it's based on characters/settings/storylines of the current works, but truly importantly that it would clarify that the works are actively still being written at this time.

That's my biggest hesitation, if I'm being honest. The stories are both at this time unfinished (they are all unfinished, I am a creature with heavy need to process things through writing and, quelle surprise, I am never truly finished processing anything, new shit just needs to get processed, wheeeee) and being that they're unfinished, there's a chance that any recursive work could hit on a scene/plotpoint/moment that I've already got plotted out for the future. I'm not Neil Gaiman or anything, I'm not planning to make money off of this work, so it's not my concern that you or anyone else is gonna turn around and try to sue me for stealing something or whatever-- that's not the problem. I just don't want you or anyone to feel at that point that the effort you put into something was then copied and put in the main work or something.

It's an odd situation. The odds of it actually BEING a problem I know are astronomically low, but I didn't get to where I am today without chronically overthinking everything.

I love that you have a desire to create, and I do not know who you are-- I don't know if you already have projects and characters of your own and just want to branch out with something familiar-but-new, but I want to encourage you to use this energy and focus for writing all the same. If you can put it into your own works, hell yeah, but also: yes I would be flattered if you used my dorks and their silly little worlds. It's just the concern where I'm not finished with the stories yet. I just am, again, overthinking and overworrying, likely, but if I could stop doing those things then life would presumably be easier.

I would be absolutely down for like, experimental works I believe is the best term for what I'm looking for. Characters and stories based off of my works that are wholly new. Want to write a refracted AU about Melinda and Hank in Space? Fuck yeah, yes. Though I mentioned this to Zip and they immediately told me No, We're Doing That One and we laughed about it for a hot minute, so maybe not exactly those names hahaha

I guess another question here is, if you were to put in the effort and the focus and the pride of writing something based on my characters, of a scene you had in your head, and got through the beauty and pain of creation to get it down and then put it out there, how would you feel if something similar then happened in the main work? Not the same, not based on what you did, but that similarity still there and still noticeable at least to you. Like if someone had written (before I had posted them) something similar to Melanie being involved in a Naval battle, even though I have the receipts that that arc was written in November of 2022 and only finished posting in September 2023, I don't know how they would feel to still see that like, a similar idea had been there.

On one hand, personally, I love being in the G/t community and reading other people's works when I have the spoons and focus and time to do it, because I love that something as simple as "small person falls and big person catches them" permeates the ideas so often, and what that can mean to dozens of different creators. Refracting the same light through a diamond and watching the facets all scatter it differently, etc etc. It's beautiful. It makes me happy. But that's a personal thought, and I know how deep and personal writing can be. I know how much the process of creation can mean to the individual. I don't want you to go through that, to write something beautiful even if just for yourself, and then think in some possibility later that because I did something similar I was trying to do it 'better' or whatever. It's not the case, it's never the case.

So, after chatting about this with people I love in this community (I love you Zip and Kelly <3), I think the solution is: If you want to chat with me about the like, basic bare-bones of the ideas you might have just to give me a heads up, and I can let you know if it's something that'll be in the main works soon and if I'd rather you wait on something, or if I'd go 'oh fuck yeah, go ham', I would adore to chatter away with you about it all regardless. I'd love to chatter with you about writing in general! My characters, your characters, whatever. I'm down. Please feel free to hit me up and I'll get back to you whenever I can <3

Let me know what you think! Thank you so much for the sweet message and the ask!

Cheers,

~ Belle

[TL;DR]

When it comes to recursive works I'm interested and open to them provided they're not something major/heavy I'm planning to tackle too soon in the future canon, as the works are still being written and posted. I am always down to receive DMs about writing, and would prefer to get messages about the recursive fic ideas (as vague as you'd like them to be!) just so I can give a quick yes/no on if it's something I'd rather you wait on until I can get it out myself, or whathaveyou. I don't see this being a huge problem, and if you're good for chatting then I'm positive we'll have a good time with this <3

Writing recursive fics for my existing, in-progress works means agreeing to the caveats that credit be given to me and the existing works, and clarifying when posting that the fic is not canon and the works they're referencing/possibly based on are still in progress/being written. It also means accepting that there is a chance that things tackled in your fics may be similar to things that have not yet been posted for said works.

When it comes to experimental fiction based on my characters, settings, or plot: hell yeah go full 50 Shades if you want to. File the serial numbers off of it and/or write something New Enough. It's what I did to Jonathan Swift, please feel free to do it to me hahaha.

Shortest answer: Yes, just send me a quick message first <3

#g/t #giant/tiny #giant tiny #g/t author #g/t writing #gtauthor #author thoughts #gt #asks and answers #For real I am extremely down for messages about this kind of thing!#And would love to yammer with folks about it if they wanted #Sorry about how long and rambly this was but inside me there are two wolves #and neither of them will shut up #Having issues posting this for some reason so I'm gonna try again

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thatswhatsushesaid · 1 year

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Hi! So I did a fair amount of rereading in this specific area for a fic I'm writing but fuck if I know where I've been. I would rather die than try and find it all again so I am humbly requesting that someone else do it for me your help. I feel Pretty Damn Sure that Jgy never touched Qin Su after he knew that they were siblings. However, my friend pulled up a passage from the ExR tl: “Jin GuangYao hugged his head, his voice bitter, “… I never touched A-Su again after our marriage. A-Song… we had him before we married. Back then, I was afraid of further delay and additional issues…” (bold added)

...and I can only remember, aside from this, Qin Su saying something like "no wonder you never...ever since...ever since then", in ryukiseth's translation of the webnovel. Given only those two sources, it seems ambiguous as to whether he never touched her again after he knew OR after their wedding night. What do you think?

hey!! i am always happy to go digging around in the text for literally any reason at all, but for this one i feel pretty confident that i don’t need to, because i agree that it is left ambiguous at least insofar as whether or not jgy was intimate with qin su again before their wedding. however, my personal read is that i do think he had no choice but to consummate the marriage on their wedding night.

which is just. fucking awful—for jgy, of course, because He Knows (and is horrified), and awful for qin su precisely because she doesn’t know. but i imagine she can tell something is wrong, if the way zzj plays it in cql is any indication. like… look at his face.

he looks like he’s going to be physically ill.

the reason i think they likely were intimate on their wedding night is because i don’t see how he could have avoided it without bringing a lot of undue criticism and scrutiny down upon himself and qin su both. i don’t know if it would have been customary for the marriage bed to be, uh, inspected the morning after, but even if something that invasive weren’t expected, i suspect there were other risks factors to consider. what if qin su fretted to her maids or friends about her new husband treating her coldly? what if those rumours made it back to qin su’s father? (jgs isn’t her dad, he’s just the shitty sperm donor ok) given how hard jgy had to fight to get the marriage approved in the first place, it seems likely that qin su’s father might seize on an opportunity to annul his daughter’s marriage to jgs’s most ambitious bastard, in hopes of securing a different match for her. which might have been the best scenario for everyone involved—if qin su weren’t, you know, already pregnant. and jgy knows firsthand what happens to women who are pregnant out of wedlock.

so, yes, those are my thoughts on the matter. tl;dr i do think jgy consummated his marriage to qin su, and then proceeded to never touch her ever again. that much i definitely believe is indisputable truth, not just because jgy says so himself, but because as you pointed out, qin su makes it clear that jgy never touched her again, too. and she has no reason to ‘perform’ this narrative for anyone else, since as far as she knows, she is only speaking to jgy in the jinlintai treasure room.

#asks answered #mdzs meta #jin guangyao #qin su #it’s greek tragedy levels of misery all the way down tbh #cw incest

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kristannefoxx · 2 months

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This is just a heads up and I prob shouldn’t be posting this on the internet but it’s a way to express this because I have no other out..

TW ⚠️

Dark mindset

Deep dark thoughts

Dark mental health

Not for the light of heart

Possibly mental abuse?

Slight cursing

Basically depressing

This isn’t something I usually post honestly

Make sure you have good friends I just realized tonight that mine aren’t that really real..

I never had a best friend

I don’t think I’ve ever had a true friend that stuck with me

I attempted to seek out a therapist I have no independence aka a car to drive to see one nor a license. my sister in law wanted to know the reasons why she said the next time we hang out we can set one up- that was 6 weeks ago. It never happened.

My mother doesn’t believe me on things anymore I tell her the truth and she’s like “yea no-“

My father has absolute anger issues at times

My brothers never talk to me anymore after moving out yes I have reached out to them

I am unable to have a specific job because I need a license and my parents keep pushing it off

My wisdoms have been out for the longest time and sometimes gives me pain the only reason why I still have them is because nobody takes state insurance

The irony that made me realize this is that I was just a little sad about my boyfriend only sending text messages about prom and asking me thru a message- first I love yous where a text- asking me out was a text

I just want a normal relationship and I never find one

Friend changed the subject to himself after I told him about the prom issue

My boyfriend also has some form of mental abuse parents

My mother consistently reminding me to cut my boyfriend slack because “your his first girlfriend”

My another friend after telling them about this and venting to them after the first friend made it about themselves like my mother at times feels like their trying to creep into my relationship and destroy it to be with me

My main comfort is just posting stupid ass shit on here and reading TASM fics tbh 💀

Then having my heart broken when they have gifs of Peter with Gwen 💀

Honest to god want to be held by someone and just cry and every worry fade

It hurts to say that the only thing I really want is to be hugged by a human being

I always usually had to contact my friends first on anything or else they will not text me or check up on me at all

I’m afraid of many things in this world and it includes Narctophobia and a consistent fear of death

I can’t comprehend why people who are like me, if covered in fur are isolated by society because they have fur

Wanting to send screenshots of this to the people I am referring to but afraid of what they will say do and or think, could they possibly be upset or mad or anything

If anyone reads this and finds this “attention seeking” or “like seeking or reblog seeking” honestly fuck you, not everyone can get out right away and has different ways of expressive behavior they can at the time.

If anyone else reads this and finds this relatable

Please.seek.help. ❤️

You can and u will recover ❤️‍🩹

You can do anything ❤️

Learn from this ❤️

And honest to got this made me feel so much better just venting this out

I’m honestly sorry if I wasted anyone’s time or hurt anyone or caused any problems whatsoever on this because of this post

…be there for your friends…please..even anyone

Ligit thought of the song “snowfall�� after rereading this- it fits it in some form or another

#dark thoughts #mental health #mentalheathawareness #mentally tired #mentally exhausted #mental illness #mentally fucked #fixed mindset #tw abuse #emotional abuse #depressing shit #tw depressing thoughts #tw depressing stuff #sorry for being depressing #kinda depressing

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redwayfarers · 11 months

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self rec tag game

was tagged by @scionshtola, thank you so much for the tag! I wouldn’t be surprised if these were all Wayfarer because that game eats my braincells for breakfast, lunch and dinner fr

tagging: @archesa, @punkranger, @accidentallyadorable, @roguelioness, and anyone who wants to do it!

✨Something you absolutely adore✨

one of those days (wayfarer) - Cass is having a bad mental health day in this one, but Melchior’s there to support him, as any good partner should. Writing Mel brings me such joy and even though this list is dominated by Intellis, lord knows I have such a soft spot for Cassmel, and for Mel himself.

“You’re murdering that poor eggplant,” Melchior says out of nowhere. “What has it done to you?”

I turn around and set the knife down. “My parents have sex. In general. In Vestra, too. I know the exact bedroom. Big bed, fancy ass curtains. Roses on the sheets. The mwah mwah sounds. All the good stuff.”

“Your… parents?” Melchior blinks. “Cassander, you have three siblings. It’s highly likely that they do have sex. Assuming nothing’s taking the place of that poor vegetable.”

“Yeah, I know. It’s a really simple thing, too. And my parents are doing it.”

✨Something that was challenging to create✨

on theokleia, my mother (wayfarer) - Whenever Cass meets his mother, there’s always some kind of violence involved. In truth, every fic in the Ties that sever, ties that bind series so far has proven difficult to write because they require a lot of finesse and a lot of emotional pain, given the very abusive nature of the whole Inteus family dynamics, and especially Cass and Theo.

“I repeat, Wayfarer,” she continues and her face twists fiercely, “I am not your mother anymore. I don’t know what exactly you think gives you the right to speak to me this way, but cease. Do your contract for the Guild and remember exactly where you are.”

How mightily I am compelled! I dig my nails into my palms because that’s better than just fucking tackling her to the ground. “Then you shouldn’t have given birth to a kid who looks exactly like you, Theokleia,” I breathe through my nose. “Then you should’ve considered not having any more children after Despina.”

✨Something that makes you laugh (or smile, if that fits more comfortably) ✨

the sound of music (wayfarer) - One of my earliest Intellis fics, and one of the unfortunately rare fics that has Cass be genuinely happy. The boys see a tavern and stay there to dine, but of course, Cass can’t deny himself an opportunity to dance.

“Took you long enough,” he comments, clearing his throat. “I trust you’d like nothing more than to just doze off here, yeah?”

“You have no idea,” I say, voice rough from singing. “I needed that, though. It’s been a rough patch, Aeran. We all need a little joy from time to time.”

“I think you had enough joy for everyone in the room and then some,” he says softly. His lips slightly open, as if he wants to say something, but decides against it, but his eyes look through me deeply and with something that’s not often there.

✨Something that surprised you (in how it turned out, how much other people liked it, etc.) ✨

an unnamed intellis prompt (wayfarer) - Marya, a sailor on the Dareia, clocks that Cass and Aeran have feelings for each other right away, but of course, Cass vehemently denies it. I was genuinely surprised by how many people liked it and reread it.

When she sees Cassander emerge from the cabin next morning, she says with all the fervor of Erenvor's court gossip: "You and your boyfriend really defy the bad luck you Wayfarers bring to a ship, you know?"

Cassander stares. "My what?"

"Boyfriend. Are you married? Husband, then. Lover?"

"I... I have none of those things," he says slowly. "Aeran's my friend. My partner - not in that sense - and a very good friend." He huffs. "Got an issue with friends hugging each other?"

Marya bursts out laughing. He has no idea. "Nashira take me, of course not. But you weren't behaving like friends."

"Stars and hellfire, woman, what's wrong with you? We're friends. Friends!" He crosses his arms. "Back to work, you. Husband, she says. Do I look like the type to have a husband, of all things? Pfft."

✨Something you want other people to see✨

wayfarer week: mentors (wayfarer) - Thesor has one last big thing to ask of his master, Deyna Sereno, before he graduates. I should promote my Thesor fics more, he’s very fun to write too, in a way that’s very different from Cass. I like Thesor’s pragmatic ass a whole lot, actually.

But Aiantes and Theokleia did discover his little secret and did reject him in a very public, very humiliating way. He doesn’t want them - or anyone else - to call him neither Samaras or Thesor. Instead, if they have to refer to him for some unfathomable reason, they could simply say Sereno.

He wants to ask if Dayna’s alright with that. He wants them to know he feels safer with them than he did with his own family. He wants them to know how much they did for him. He wants to be their legacy, not Samaras’ flawed creation.

#tag game #inspo birb has come to town #this was v cute ty for the tag kels #gave me a chance to think about my fics #and lord i have so much wfr fic...#<3

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twstchaos · 1 year

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“im making gyros, anyone want”

I wanted domestic Idia X Kore, so I made myself domestic Idia X Kore with a heaping side of me craving gyros.

Characters: Kore Meraki (OC) and Idia Shroud

Word Count: 1,659

I referenced a lamb gyro recipe for this fic and you can check it out here~

I am opening up writing requests and am willing to write pretty much anything within reason.

Please enjoy~

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Kore laid out the various ingredients over the kitchen counter, additionally taking into the count the collection of spices stored in the cupboards. She picked up her phone to check if anyone responded to her text. Nothing.

“Guess, I’ll just make for myself…” she mumbled to herself, sliding back to the recipe tab. Kore read the directions to herself before starting. As if by instinct, she pulled upon the oven door, checking if it was empty before preheating.

“I–I would like one…”

Kore spun around to see Idia standing in the doorway, twiddling his thumbs.

“Alright, you could’ve just told me in the chat, though.”

He shook his head.

“I also wanna maybe help you.”

“You? Wanting to help me cook?” She placed her hands on her hips. “Who are you and what have you done with my dorm leader?” Kore teased.

“Oh hush, I’ll let you know that I passed the Master Chef course.” Idia crossed his arms over his chest and huffed.

“And I’m so proud of you for doing so~” Kore laughed. “But sure, you can help. The recipe is on my phone, and I just preheated the oven.”

Idia nodded as he picked up her phone, nearly dropping it after the screen lit up, revealing her wallpaper. No matter how many times he has seen the picture of Kore kissing his cheek, he still gets butterflies in his stomach.

“Didya read it yet?”

Idia jumped when he saw Kore standing in front of him.

“Ack, not yet.” He quickly unlocked her phone and skimmed through the recipe. He tilted his head to the side as he read the ingredients list. “Hm? You don’t usually use lamb.”

“Wanted to try something new,” she responded with a shrug. “Okay, so Mister Master Chef, what’s the next step?”

Idia read over the recipe again, then he looked over the counter. “You didn’t set up the pan.”

Kore smiled at him. “Good eye.” She dug in one of the bottom cupboards for a suitable loaf pan. Then, per the recipe, she lined it with aluminum foil. “Alright, what’s next~?”

Idia reread the recipe to himself again. “It says to mix the ground lamb, grated red onion, and all the herbs and spices together in a bowl.”

Kore placed a large mixing bowl on to the clear part of the counter, then she plucked a red onion from the dish of various vegetables.

“I still don’t understand why it’s called a ‘red’ onion when it’s purple.” Idia commented, watching as Kore removed the red skin, discarding it into the brown paper bag.

Kore chuckled as she brought out the grater from a cupboard. “Did you actually want an answer to that or are you just saying things?”

“Yeah, yeah, I know miss ‘historically, there was no such thing as purple, so they used other colors to describe it’.”

“Good to know that you do listen to my historical rants.” Kore grated the onion into tiny pieces.

Idia cautiously eyed the sharp metallic surface and her fingers. As her fingers dipped nervously close to the edge, he winced as if his own fingers were sliced.

Kore watched him out of the corner of her eye.

“Don’t worry, I won’t slice myself.” She placed the half-grated onion on the cutting board, then she turned towards him, placing a soft kiss on his lips. “Plus, I have you to care for me if I do.”

His hair flashed pink as he hid his blush in the crook of her neck. “Stop,” he whined. Kore giggled, hugging him closer.

“Well, this looks like enough ‘redness’ for this recipe.” She teased, letting Idia go to return back to cooking. He fumbled with his girlfriend’s phone to look over the recipe again.

“...and all the herbs and spices…could have specified what they meant by ‘herbs and spices’,” complained the Ignihyde dorm leader.

“That usually means that you can use any seasoning blend.” Kore grabbed two plastic bottles and two shakers from another cupboard. “So, we could use this for the ‘herbs and spices’ and some salt, pepper, and garlic powder.” She placed the four containers on to the counter then grabbed a knife from the block and sliced open the plastic wrap and plopped the raw lamb into the metallic mixing bowl.

“Would you like to do the honors?” Kore held out the dish filled with the grated onion to Idia.

“Uh, sure.” He took the dish from her and dropped its contents into the bowl and turned back to Kore. She was busying herself with measuring out the seasonings into smaller dishes.

“Go ahead and add ‘em in while I finish measuring out the rest.” And he did, piling the emptied dishes in a neat tower in the sink. Kore added in the last of the seasonings before returning the bottles and shakers back into the cupboards.

Idia cringed as he recalled the next step in the recipe and his experience during the Master Chef program.

“Ugh, I don’t wanna touch the raw meat,” he whined, pushing Kore towards the bowl.

“Fine, you big baby, I’ll mix it.” She rolled her eyes, digging through a drawer for a pair of gloves. Kore slipped the gloves on and began to squish the ingredients, mixing the raw lamb, grated onion, and seasonings together.

Idia watched in silence as she mixed the food. His arms snaked their way around her waist and his chin rested on her shoulder. Kore chuckled, leaning her head against his.

“This feels nice,” she said as she continued to mix. “Very domestic.”

“Yeah,” Idia agreed, hugging her tighter.

Once the ingredients were sufficiently mixed, Kore pulled the loaf pan closer, sliding in the mix. She hummed to herself as she flattened the meat to fit snugly into the pan. Still with Idia attached to her, Kore rolled her eyes as she dragged him towards the oven.

“Idia, you gotta let go.”

“Nah.” He squeezed tighter. Kore sighed as she pulled open the oven door and slid in the loaf pan. She turned around in his arms, facing his front and wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Now we wait half an hour for the meat to cook. Have any suggestions on how we should spend our time?” Kore teased, pulling his head closer, their lips nearly touching.

“I have one…” Idia mumbled while slowly closing the space between them.

“And I have another one.” She smirked, pulling away. “Prepping the toppings.” In response, Idia pouted with a huff. To which, Kore chuckled.

“Alright, one kiss, then prep.” She gave him a kiss before turning back towards the strewn about ingredients. Idia finally let go of his beloved, taking his place next to her to attempt to help prepare the toppings.

“So, what do we need to do?” asked Idia, carefully following Kore’s actions and pulling a random knife out of the knife block.

“Well, first, we gotta grab you another knife, because that’s the good bread knife.” Kore took the knife from him, slipped it back into its respective slot, and pulled out another, smaller in size with a serrated blade. “This one is mainly for slicing up veggies, so that’s what you’ll be in charge of.”

Idia nodded as the knife along with a wooden cutting board, two tomatoes, and the remaining half of the red onion were laid out in front of him. He picked up the knife in his left and awkwardly held down a tomato with his right. Slowly, Idia began to saw into the red flesh.

“Don’t forget, you’re dicing that, so make four slices.” Kore reminded, watching as he cut into the tomato. Idia painstakingly slowly sliced the tomato into four uneven slices. She then instructed him to cut up the slices in a grid pattern. The first clump of diced tomatoes came out wonky but as he sliced up the other three, his technique improved. With a confident smirk, Idia slid the diced up tomatoes to the side and began work on the second with much neater cuts.

Idia giggled, satisfied with his accomplishment. “I did it.”

“Good job.” She moved the diced tomatoes off of the cutting board and into a small bowl. “Now, let's see how you handle the onion.”

Idia glanced beside her and noticed that the head of lettuce that once sat in front of her was now completely deconstructed and shredded in a plastic bag next to his bowl of diced tomatoes. He wondered to himself how she was able to get that done so quickly.

“So, how do I cut this? Also diced?” He grabbed a paper towel from the dispenser and wiped the tomato juice off of the knife.

“The recipe calls for sliced, but you can dice ‘em if you want to. I’m fine with either.”

With an eager smile, Idia held down the onion and prepared to dice.

“Dicing onions is different from dicing tomatoes.” Idia stopped, just barely breaking the skin.

“To dice an onion, y’see that weird rooty bit? That’s the root, face the tip of the knife towards it and cut vertically.” He did as Kore told her, the cuts coming out wonky and uneven.

“Alright, hold the onion tight and carefully cut horizontally into it.” Idia was hesitant. He awkwardly held the onion, doing his best to avoid slicing into his fingers.

“Now, face your knife parallel to the root and chop to the root.” Idia watched as after each slice, the onion fell into tiny bits till all that was left was the diced up onion and the root end in his hand.

“Congrats, you now know how to dice a tomato and an onion,” Kore said with a smile. She checked the timer for the lamb on her phone. “Hmm, we still have a lot of time before the meat is done.” Kore smirked, hugging his waist and pulling him closer. “Wanna circle back to your idea to pass the time?”

#michi writes #kore meraki #twst oc #idia shroud #idia shroud x oc #twst fanfic #twisted wonderland #disney twst

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bonesandthebees · 11 months

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MY THROAT HURTS FROM HOLDING MY BREATH TOO LONG WHILE READIGNGKGLGG

I would hold my breath until i physically couldn't, take a breath, then hold it again 😭😭

AMAZING CHAPYER IT WAS VERY TENSE BUT SO GOOD IM SCREAMING

I love twinsduo:( i gen love how u write twinsduo soso much, i have a feeling that if u ever wrote a twinsduo centric fic I'd end up getting obsessed with them 😭😭

That last convo was soooo, so many layers

THINGS ARE HEATING UPPP

ONLY FIVE CHAPTERS LEFT THO?!?@?!? GEN IDK HOW IM SUPPOSED TO LIVE LIKE THIS AAAAAA WE'RE SO CLOSE TO THE END WTF

Crimeboys in this chapter made me SO ill man, theyre sooo:(( brothers they are brothers

I think glass crimeboys are one of my fav fic crimeboys ever, i gen love them so much:(

Also SANDDUUOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO9

PHIL KNOWS THAT TOMMY KNOWS WILBUR'S NAME, DID HE OVERHEAR HIM SAY IT ONCE?? MAYBE HE NOTICED THE SEVERAL TIMES THAT TOMMY CUT HIMSELF OFF RAHHHHH I AM NOT OKAY i need another sandduo hug in my life THEY MAKE ME SOOO:(

I laughed when Tommy tattled on Wilbur tho, saying he thought emduo were gonna try to kill him. It really felt like the younger brother tattling on the older brother LMFAOOO

I love how u write emduo tho man like :( father and uncle energy reallllll can they adopt me pls

I also love how intune they are with each other, best friends fr:( i gen loved all the diff sbi duos we got to see this chapter it was really really lovely

I cant wait for when this fic is done and then i can pull a stars and reread the entire thing in a day 😁 this is deffff a comforting fic to read all at once, the vibes are soooo<3333,÷*=&%($

aa thank you!!

tbh I have a really hard time writing twinsduo sometimes so I'm very glad you like their dynamic lol. it's mostly that in general, techno is the most difficult one out of sbi for me to write, so twinsduo is always a bit of a struggle. but I definitely had a lot of fun writing their conversation in this latest chapter

crimeboys were being SO brotherly in this chapter I love them sm

phil has not overheard tommy saying wilbur's name at all, but yes he has noticed tommy cutting himself off a few times. that and also he just knows that if anyone in the temple knows the pythia's name, it's obviously gonna be tommy, so he was kind of just guessing there too and got lucky

god that was literally such a tattling little brother moment but for a very serious situation

besties aeduo acting as dad/uncle respectively to crimeboys is literally my favorite way to write sbi it's the superior dynamic. I especially love writing aeduo's dynamic with each other when they're not father and son but just best friends who understand each other in a way no one else really can. it's just the implicit trust and the constant understanding and the unquestioning loyalty rahhhh if I didn't struggle so hard with writing techno I would probably write way more aeduo stuff but alas-

"the vibes are comforting" icy says about a fic with multiple murder attempts (/lh I'm very glad this fic gives you so much comfort)

#ask #icyfox17 #through a glass divine #glass ch 22

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clumsyclifford · 1 year

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bestie! i just read your latest song fic (the long distance one, forgive me for forgetting the name despite reading it four minutes ago) and i just wanted to come yell about how much i loved it. i’m so obsessed with the way you write and the way you make everything ~feel~ and tbh i’m not much of a fic reader but i’d find more of your stuff to read just too feel the feels and all that (happy new year amirite) ANYWAY that’s all. i loved the fic. it made my heart hurt in a positive (?) way. <3

wait ok i’m the same anon i just realized i forgot to mention like. actual things i meant to mention lol

when ashton’s mom hugged luke/when he asked/admitted he wanted a hug at the airport? i cried bye.

the sunrise bit all throughout also genuinely made me tear up. it’s giving a whole lot of comedown and easy for you to say and i LOVE it

calum and michael??? and all the little bits about being side characters in a romcom???? i loved that so much

and and also - the whole fic is giving close as strangers but if it had a happy ending instead of what it actually is lol

and on the note of an ending i seriously loved that there wasn’t a concrete ending and you didn’t ‘make’ anyone choose one way or the other. i love that it’s kind of open ended but still ends on a positive note yknow?

ok NOW that’s all. all the love <333

HELLO I KNOW IM SEVERAL MONTHS LATE TO THIS VERY VERY THOUGHTFUL NICE MESSAGE I AM SORRY BUT ANYWAY this ask made me so happy when i got it and rereading it it always makes me smile i just :')) !!!! you are so right abt the sunrise giving comedown/efyts what can i say lashton are just a very sunrise-y pair and maybe that's because luke hemmings is a very sunrise-y guy. who knows.

omg close as strangers but with a happy ending i actually love that. ive thought about writing a close as strangers fic tbh but maybe now i don't have to.

and thank you !!!!!!!! yeah honestly the ambiguous ending is as much a practical decision as it is a narrative one because i don't want to decide what the characters do yknow? like i remember talking this out with hazel and agonizing over being unsure of how or where to end the fic and if i should make the decision and finally concluding that i didnt really have to make the decision, that i could just leave it at "we have the summer" and let the reader imagine whatever they want. but like you said, still an optimistic ending. just not a concrete one. because concrete endings and neatly-tied loose ends are for losers anyway. who wants certainty when you can have endless opportunity!

thank you for your kind words i very much appreciate them <3

#ask #anonymous #nice things #!!!#thank youuuuu

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sweetestpopcorn · 2 years

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I had been watching a certain show and I was already frustrated by it but I recently found all the leaks and I decided to stop because there was no saving it.

I was still bitter and angry over it so I went back to reread your fic during the weekend and it brought me so much comfort. I love your story and your writing itself is amazing. It was actually because of you that I ended up reading Fire & Blood few months ago - which led me back fully into the asoiaf brainrot.

Anyways I just want to say a huge thank you for dedicating your time and love into continuing your story. I always admire authors who write such long fics and are able to even maintain the characterizion.

Your story was a rollercoaster of emotion; you've made me laugh, you made me angry, you made me tear up and jump from joy even with my second reread, and I can't wait to see what else you have planned ♥

Hi there!

First, let me give you, your eyes, and your brain my sincere condolences for having been subjected to that. And yes there's no saving it. I read everything before it came out, still managed to actually be worse than the leaks were saying so kudos?

To me everything that made the Dance and these characters interesting was completely erased and now we have these weird parodies of the actual story and characters walking around. I don't recognise anyone. Not one character. They have just been stripped of what made them be X and what made them compelling. Which to a point is good, because with this sh:t for plot it would hurt me more if I actually saw the characters. Because I don't, and because it has been made very clear we have two canons, I will stick to the asoiaf canon which is much better and does not need to erase femininity to make women "strong" nor does it need to turn men into simps and emasculate them in order to push for women to be the extra version of show"Arya" (lol sorry book Arya). If people like it though, whatever. Just as long as they don't mistake this for actual canon, go off queens and be happy. And sorry for being such a hater.

Man can't wait for my birthday! 🥳

I'm very happy my story brought you comfort, and Fire and Blood should bring it as well. It does me. It feels so good to just open the books read the passages and to just see all the sh_t that was absolutely ignored. Never thought I would say this but Mushroom, come back here you! Let me hug you and kiss you, you are forgiven 😌

I'm also very happy that it made you read Fire and Blood! Jokes and issues aside I love the book, and I love it even more now <3

Awww it's an absolute pleasure and if I have been doing it for so long is because I really have a lot of fun! Lot of work as well, but also a lot of fun! It's people like you that make all the hours I put into this worth it and knowing I make you feel all those things (especially making you laugh!) is really amazing to hear!

I actually have a bit of a confession to make. Recently someone reached out to me because they wanted to translate my fic to Portuguese. And because that's my native language I was like "of course! I'll help you with that!". Pretty much the person translates it and then I review it (and continue to spot embarrassing mistakes in my fic like *taking deep breath* why are you such an IDIOT sandwich?!). We are done with the first two chapters and it was very weird because I felt like I was reading something I didn't write. It was "new" to me in a way and it made sense because she did the translation not I.

When I am writing I am thinking in English, I never translate things in my head, I just switch languages on and off. And it has been shown we are more emotional in our native languages and boy that must be true because I was reading the first Daemon chapter and thinking "Oh dear lord was this what people felt?!" And if it was XD I am pleased.

Or maybe it's just that the PT words for wh0re are very funny 😂 My favourite line so far:

"Agora chega dessa conversa tediosa. Passei muitos anos f_dendo vadias estrangeiras. Vamos para a Rua da Seda para que possamos relembrar os velhos tempos, e para que seu príncipe possa praticar para o Prazer do Reino. Afinal, a mulher mais bonita dos Sete Reinos merece que eu seja capaz de atuar com toda a minha habilidade."

fkatherinep you the MVP for knowing how much the word "vadia" makes me laugh! Yes, I am 5 sue me.

Thank you so much for your words <3

#the blacks & the greens #dance of the dragons au #daemon targaryen #anti hotd #I never realised how funny I made him was until I read this translation #loved your message you are too sweet <3 #glad I could offer you comfort #and even more glad I got you to read fire and blood!#I want a cut of that book George #popcorn answers

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Hello! I'm just here because I love your touch-starved Nahyuta fic, which, if I'm not mistaken, is the ONLY one of it's kind?? (A sin in my opinion, that prosecutor RADIATES neglect, they need a quatrillion hugs), but I love it so much!! I've reread it more times than I can count! If you have any specific details on touch-starved Nahyuta (or Simon, for that matter) headcanons, I'd love to hear them :) No, pressure, of course!

not me vibrating at 800 miles an hour because this is both an amazing ask and also a great distraction from me trying to decipher year+ old TYAC notes

Thank you for the compliment! It was a fun fic to bust out, and I have so many thoughts about Nahyuta that it kinda results in a forever-boiling pot of consistent thought (most of which is related to a super niche rp AU, but it translates okay enough into vanilla Nahyuta that it's fine)

I'll put them under the cut, but! Here're some headcanons on some touch-starved prosecutors for you! Both by themselves, and also bonus together headcanons because woops I got put on some unrelated brainrot earlier and I am unable to stop myself. (also obligatory hey you can click here for the fic anon is talking about, although it does get a touch shippy towards the end if you're not about that life)

Nahyuta

Pre-prosecuting, was incredibly affectionate. Probably rivals like... idk, Klavier? They grew up with Dhurke (king of dad hugs) and Datz (this man can and will smother you with affection), and an entire group of family in the form of the Dragons. Sure, they might've been a bit more reserved, but anyone looks reserved compared to Datz.

During the 5 years of puppetry, they become pretty quickly touch-averse. Spin Ga'ran's manipulation and blackmail how you want, be it threats or abuse, but I don't think Nahyuta would have felt even remotely comfortable with touch when it could potentially open either themself or family up to danger.

Post-revolution?

oh geez

This is someone who has... really no sense of trust. At all. Combine it with the big guilt from everything Ga'ran lied about, and you have someone who doesn't really feel comfortable opening up.

If you manage to be one of the lucky designated few people they trust, unless it's been negotiated outright, they won't ask. They might put themself closer to said person, "accidentally" brush shoulders, but asking for affection is hard.

Also, it takes them a while to get used to it again. You know those videos where people show themselves socializing feral cats, or trying to gain the trust of abused dogs? Nahyuta tenses up every time contact is held where someone else is initiating. Slow movements are the key, here, and there's gotta be a lot of opportunity to leave.

After that, though, this is someone who will make as many excuses as possible for contact, provided it's situationally appropriate. Leaning is a go-to in professional spaces. Family gets hugs in private, which is a work in progress, but it's getting better!

Simon

Pre- UR-1, this man was probably not the huggiest- not for lack of not wanting it, but just wasn't that type of upbringing. Aura's definition of "affection" is probably a lot of arm punching, probably noogies when Simon was shorter than her. She's only hugged him a handful of times, and as alone as possible, usually during serious shit.

Exception to that rule would've been Athena, who I will die on the hill of her immediately thinking of Simon as an older brother/best friend as a kid. Simon's got longer legs and they need to go somewhere? Designated ride. Having way too much overstimulation? This man is quiet and soft and safe. So many hugs. Area child turns quiet bookish law nerd into a huggy person.

UR-1 needs no explanation. This man did not get hugs for seven years. Friendly shoulder pats from Fullbright, sure. That's about it.

unless you count Taka, in which case- Taka got all of the cuddles. Sure, he may be a wild animal, and Simon will argue if you call Taka a pet (they are friends and Taka is his own bird), but Taka likes this tall man, and this tall man likes Taka. Admittedly I don't know fuck all about hawks, so I lean back on chicken knowledge (they're both birds and I have many experience points with chickens), but there's definitely some standard bird affection. Some hair preening, an affectionate head nuzzle or three. That thing where a bird likes you and tries to maneuver your hand into a position for chin scratches. Stuff like that.

Post-freedom is... an adjustment period. Here you have this imposing guy who's got a scary rep, I don't think you're seeing him getting hugs at any public event ever from the people in those "free hug" shirts.

Granted, he's also got his own shit to work through, but Athena is stubborn, and she's determined to have him "pay her back for the years of missed brother/uncle/friend hugs", and wouldn't you know it but he's still quietly huggy after all these years and Athena has her hug pass back. She is the only person who has this hug pass, and it is standard for every meeting to include no less than three hugs of varying lengths, because Athena claims it's part of his prescription for recovery.

Other than that, he's not big on affection. Maybe ruffled hair, if you're a close friend who he's fond of (cough klavier cough), or a hand on a shoulder.

Both of them

Professionally, there is like. Nothing that is even remotely unprofessional. If you're lucky you might catch the barest hints of leaning on shoulders- actually, that's the most common point of contact for these two. It's always communicated beforehand- Nahyuta's prone to being jumpy and stiffening (and you never know when they're carrying a knife, so that could end bad), and Simon has seven years of prison instincts, which means your ass is on the floor if you spook him. There are so many jokes about "PDA in the workplace" from friends, always spoken about scandalously because they both hand hands near each other, how obscene. Just isn't a work thing they do.

Publicly? Not much touch happens either. That's more of a Nahyuta thing than anything, leftover from Khura'in trauma. They're getting better about it- hand holding (oftentimes just with a single pinky, which for whatever reason flusters them way more than an entire hand) happens if it's appropriate, maybe a brief side hug.

In private these two co-exist in a space of "I will be touching you until you tell me to not do that." They cook next to each other, any and all TV that gets watched is usually with one of them laying on the other person. Surprise hugs are allowed here, on the basis of the door is always locked and that's a relief.

hugs hugs hugs hugs there is no end to the sheer amount of hugs, simon is way more physically affectionate versus verbally and nahyuta is the same

#fic stuff #fic comments #asks #simon blackquill #nahyuta sahdmadhi #blackmadhi

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mca-attack21 · 3 years

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Distraction part 1

This is a mini series that is Scott x Reader. And before you ask, yes I am still writing the Stiles Sis Fic series the next part will be out relatively soon. I've been busy planning out the later seasons so I could make sure to time everything correctly. Anyways, for more of my writing here is my Masterlist.

Friday

It started as a normal day, you woke up and prepared for school. It was not long before your phone lit up with messages from your boyfriend. It was something along the line of ‘Good morning beautiful’ ‘I can’t wait to see you at school’ ‘I love you’. Every message caused the smile on your face to grow. You loved Scott. He was the guy who had seen you at your worst but would only talk about you at your best. He had a unique ability to make everything better. It was like as long as the two of you were together, nothing could ever stand in your way.

You were about to leave your house when your phone buzzed again. This time the text was from Lydia. ‘Ready for this weekend?’ she sent. ‘Totally, my bags are already in the car’ you replied. You, Allison, and Lydia were going to leave right after the Lacrosse game and go up to one of her family’s cabins. She had decided that you were in need of mandatory girl time. After all, you hadn’t spent much time together with all of the supernatural chaos.

It was a normal school day. You were greeted by Scott and Stiles. You sat through all of your classes, met up with Lydia at lunch, and talked to Scott during your shared free period. After school was over you hung out with Scott until he had to start getting ready for his game.

“I wish you didn’t have to go with Lydia” he pouted jokingly.

“It’s not that big of a deal Scott I’ll be back Sunday night,” you replied.

“I know but that is two whole days without you,” he answered.

“Exactly, it’s two days” you laughed, “You’ll be fine” you added.

“We can text, right?” Scott asked.

“Well as much as I would love to, Lydia would kill me, and there is no signal up there anyways,” you answered.

“This is about to be the longest 48 hours of my life,” Scott groaned.

You rolled your eyes, “It’s a good opportunity to have some bro time with Stiles, maybe you can finally watch Star Wars,” you remarked as you started to get up.

“Not so fast,” Scott said as he pulled you back down onto his bed and kissed you.

“Scott” *kiss* “I” *kiss* “Love” *kiss* “you, but” *kiss* “we have” *kiss* “to go” *kiss* you managed to say before he pulled away. You tried to look away from him knowing you were blushing hard. “Good luck tonight, not that you’ll need it. I love you and I’ll see you Sunday if not before then,” you said hugging him.

“I love you too Y/n, I’ll see you at the game,” he returned.

You went to Lydia’s house and went through the plan one last time. She went through a checklist to make sure that neither you nor Allison had forgotten anything. After that, it was time for the three of you to go to the game.

You watched the game and cheered for both Scott and Stiles. The team won 5-3. You were getting ready to go when Allison realized that she forgot to put her bag in Lydia’s car. Lydia was going to take her back and grab the bag. You decided to use the time to catch your boyfriend before leaving. You were weaving through the crowd when someone’s hand went over your mouth. “Nighty Night Y/n,” you heard an eerily familiar voice before feeling a pinch in your neck and seeing everything fade to black.

‘Hey Lyds, I’m really sorry but my mom called. She’s in the hospital. It’s not serious, but I’m staying here with her.’

Lydia text you back, ‘Do you want us to come with you, we can reschedule’

‘No don’t do that. Go have fun. We can hang out next weekend’

‘Are you sure? It’s not that big of a deal,’ she replied.

‘Don’t worry Lydia, it’s fine, just enjoy yourselves, I’ll see you Monday’

‘Okay, see you Monday’ She answered as she and Allison started to leave.

“What’s up?” Allison asked.

“Something came up and Y/n can’t come with us,” Lydia answered.

“Awe, that’s too bad, you still want to go?” Allison questioned.

“Of course, let’s do this, phones off” she replied, turning off her own phone.

Scott was dragged to a party with Stiles. It was for a friend of Stiles’, Heather. Scott didn’t really want to go, he couldn’t get drunk and he wouldn’t know anyone other than Stiles. But Stiles had insisted that it would make the time without you and Lydia more bearable. As Stiles entered he was greeted with a passionate kiss from none other than the birthday girl herself. He was quickly whisked away to the wine cellar. Scott reluctantly moved into the living room, grabbed a drink, and pulled out his phone. He smiled as he saw he had a text from you. ‘Hey babe, I’m leaving with the girls, turning my phone off now. Love you, see you Sunday!’

That was the last text sent before your phone was shut off and thrown in the dumpster behind the school. “That will buy me some time,” your kidnapper replied before driving away with you unconscious in the back seat.

Saturday

The day started off pretty normally for Scott. He went to text you before he remembered that you wouldn’t have service. He was glad that you were able to get away and relax with the girls. He had decided to go to the field with Stiles to practice Lacrosse. But he couldn’t shake a gut feeling that something was wrong. Stiles explained to Scott that there was a body found and that he was waiting on his dad to see if it was anything supernatural. Scott couldn’t help but be slightly uninterested. He was tired of death and the supernatural world, he was just a kid, and for once he wanted to act like it. Scott stared out the window of Roscoe, and wondered what you were doing right now.

........

You woke up and were caught completely off guard. It was dark and you were sitting knee-deep in water. There was a light above you. You must have been in a well. But you couldn’t remember how you would have got here. You went to reach for your aching head and realized that your hands were bound. You tried standing up splashing the water around which sent a shiver through your body. You wondered how long you had been missing. You weren’t that worried though, you were supposed to be with Lydia and Allison. They wouldn’t have left without you. And once Scott found out, he’d come for you. But then again, you were trapped in water, which meant he’d have a hard time following your scent. And you didn’t know how long you’d already been down here. You started to worry, trying to break your hands free so you could attempt to climb the wall. But that would take hours.

Meanwhile:

Scott and Stiles were at Stiles' house about to start their movie marathon when Stiles got a text. “Woah dude, you remember that body they found earlier?” Stiles asked, rereading the message in disbelief.

“Yeah, what about it?” Scott asked, wishing he could have one night off.

“It wasn’t just your average dead body. There was a significant blow to the head, his throat was slashed, and he was strangled by a garrote,” Stiles explained.

“Okay Stiles, but that doesn’t exactly sound supernatural, can’t we let the police handle this one?” Scott tried.

“Yeah I guess, but talk about overkill,” he answered, though he was planning on looking into it more after his best friend went home. Nothing was ever as it seemed in Beacon Hills, and he’d be damned if he wasn’t prepared for the worst-case scenario.

The two of them ate pizza and started to watch the first movie, however it wasn’t long after Scott finished eating that he fell asleep. Stiles took this time to do research on the latest murder.

Later that night:

You had finally managed to unbind your hands after what felt like hours of scraping them against the brick. You wanted to climb up the wall but it was now so dark that you could barely see your hand in front of your face. You decided that it would have to wait until morning. You sat back in the cold water, trying to find a safe position to sit in. The water was so cold. Your throat was sore from the screaming you had done earlier. You started crying as you realized the severity of your situation. You could die down here. You were going to die down here if someone didn’t find you soon. You thought about Scott. The only comfort that you felt was in knowing that he was out there looking for you. After a while, you drifted out of consciousness.

#scott mccall series #scottxreader #scott mccall x reader #scott x reader #scott mccall imagines #scott mccall imagine #teen wolf x reader #teen wolf imagines #teenwolf imagine #teen wolf imagine #teenwolf imagines #teen wolf series #teenwolf #teen wolf

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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HI HELLO I WOULD LIKE TO EXPRESS MY LOVE AND ADMIRATION FOR U AND BOW DOWN TO UR CREATIVE WRITING GENIUS AND GODLINESS IN AN EXTREMELY LONG ASK

i would also like to say, “AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGJJGSLJJSKDJJJFJKSDFJSJFJSODJFDFJ”

that was live footage of me reading wrong number asshole bECAUSE THAT SERIES WAS JUST SO ❗️❗️❗️DAMN ❗️❗️❗️GOOD❗️❗️

Everything. the nervous and overthinking reader. bakugo being a major douchebag tsundere. wingman kirishima. the GOD-TIER HUMOR. THE POP ROCKS!!!!!! EVERYTHING WAS ABSOLUTELY SPECTACULAR.

I’ll be honest, when i realized it was part smau i was like ehhhh i dont rly know BUT U BLEW MY EXPECTATIONS COMPLETELY OUT OF THE WATER. you ... YOU are such a RARE tumblr gem and i say that bc there are only a few select people who have the ✨quality✨ of writing that you do. And I’m a very picky reader, so that’s saying something. I really, REALLY loved the way u portray bakugo. Because he’s more than just an angry Pomeranian, he also has his own insecurities and things that he genuinely really cares about. And i think it just goes to show how good of a writer you are because i can tell you really did a deep character analysis of him and it was anything but superficial.

i read wrong number for the first time back in may and was secretly reading it during math class AND SO many hours of sleep were lost over this but it was 100% worth it 😁😁😁

at the end of pretty much every chapter was me just screaming into my pillow in the darkness of my room at like 2 am. i also just recently reread it and OH MY GOD i forgot how funny the first few parts are. Also !!! The way i fRICKIN RELATE TO Y/N JESUS CHRIST I FELT EVERYTHING IN MY SOUL

here are some of my favorite lines from the series:

“But I also think you tend to fixate on reasons to leave instead of looking for reasons to stay.”

Yeahhhhh, when i read this for the first time I literally said oof. out loud. because that’s literally me. This line just,,, hit me yk.

It was an insecurity of yours, always believing that you had to be the one in the wrong. That the only reason someone could ever be upset was because you made them that way.

YEAH REMEMBER HOW I SAID I RELATED TO Y/N. YEAH. IT”S THIS.

Instead of him, it was just you- alone and waiting and etched with a ugly tattoo you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever.

ok so i rly like this line partly because again, i relate, but also just the WORDS. UGHHH that last part “you should’ve never expected to guarantee forever’ STOP EYE-

It’s strange- the way your heart seems to be breaking entirely and rebuilding itself completely all at the same time. It’s a wave crashing against your ribs- pushing and pulling and tumbling and pushing and pulling and turning and twisting and- calming when you look at his face. When you look at the way his hair sits and the way his jaw slopes and the way his eyes meet yours. It’s death and completetion and rebirth and red, red wildfire.

It’s your old life scorching and curling and burning up. And it’s your new, better, warmer life rising from the ashes.

AAAAAAASKDFJSDKLFJDS THE IMAGERY THE RHYTHM OH MY GOODNESS THE TALENT

Something in his eyes seems so tiny and small and unsure at your words, and it breaks your heart. There aren’t enough words in the world for all you want to say in that moment, so you just take his head in your hands, kiss him with every bit of care and concern you hold for him.

When you pull back, he won’t look at you, his cheeks gone nearly as red as his vulnerable eyes. His shoulders shake, and he takes a deep breath, turning his head to place a tiny little kiss into the palm of your hand. He doesn’t say anything, but the tiny action communicates almost everything you need to know.

PLS BC I AM VERY TOUCHSTARVED SO JUST THE IDEA OF BAKUGO KISSING MY PALM AAAAHHHHHHHH

Bakugou fights it, going rigid and stiff and resitant at first. He hardly looks at you, just barely, but you catch his gaze and nod. It’s all it takes before he’s allowing himself to sink into you, his arms pulling you closer.

It’s hesitancy, than acceptance and than desperation, and suddenly he’s holding you so tightly, clutching at you like you’re gonna fade. Like you’ll slip through his calloused fingers. It makes you ache. Sends volts of throbbing pain through your chest that have you squeezing him tighter.

It makes you want to sob- the way he seemed so resistant to softness despite being so obviously starved for it. You wondered if anyone else had stuck around this long; if anyone else had noticed just how desperate he was for someone to finally hear him.

again. THE IMAGERY. JUST SEEING HIM SLOWLY MELT INTO A HUG AND THEN SQUEEZE YOU AS TIGHT AS HUMANLY POSSIBLE AAAAAAAAA SOMEONE GIVE THIS TOUCHSTARVED BOI A KISS ON THE FOREHEAD oh wait y/n already did that ahaha

The completion you’d felt from this kiss far surpassed the charged kisses from earlier. This was kissing him just because you could, because you wanted to, and you were sure this was heaven- at least, as close to heaven as any one human should ever be allowed to get.

It felt like flying, like hurtling above the earth and surging through the clouds. Like you were Icarus and you breached the atmosphere to soar against the surface of the sun. His hands fell to the base of your spine, pressing you firmly against him, and suddenly you knew. Knew it for sure, in your bones like it’d always been carved in there-you might’ve been Icarus, but he’d never let you fall. You would get to blister and scorch and burn for as long as you’d wanted but your wax would never melt. There was no fear when falling with him. Falling for him.

You pull away, but you don’t go too far. Don’t think you could separate even if you tried. Katsuki was an addiction, a powerful, potent thing and the only salve for that itch in your skin was being close to him. As close as you could possibly manage.

NOT THE ICARUS METAPHOR PLS ARE U TRYING TO MAKE ME FALL EVEN MORE IN LOVE WITH THIS SERIES EYE- ONCE AGAIN UR WRITING TALENT BLOWS ME AWAY

“Good.” He mumbles juvenilely, looking anywhere to avoid your eyes. “Die then. Fuckin’ burn, you witch.”

I remember the first time i read this i FRICKIN DIED OMG IT WAS SO FUNNY i was crying at like 3 am

Grabbing his chin, you pulled him in, guiding until his lips met yours. You felt him smile as you kissed him, and you realized you were wrong. That first real kiss might’ve been nice; but it wasn’t heaven- itwas only the gateway to paradise. But this? This was the real Elysium.

His body moved against yours, so close and warm and pliant. He was letting you set the pace, without resistance or force or argument for the very first time. There had been a lot of past kisses, you had hardly been able to keep yourself off of him, but none of them had never felt like this before. He’d never trusted you like this before. You got to be the one taking and taking and taking where’d you spent so long giving.

It was consummation. Finality. Your perfect ending.

*SCREAMS*

AGAIN WITH THE GREEK MYTHOLOGY THIS REALLY IS THE PERFECT FIC ON GOD

i’ll have u know that this is my Official Designated Comfort Fic (insert trademark symbol).

THANK YOU. YOU ARE A WRITING GOD. I BOW DOWN TO YOUR GREATNESS. Also sorry for this extremely long ask and the overwhelming use of caps lock

have u ever,, have u ever read something that brings literal tears to ur eyes. that brings so much serotonin that its almost criminal

bc this, this ask is everything for me. u rllY SAID THAT MY FIC IS UR DESIGNATED COMFORT FIC?? THATS MY FAVORITE THING ANYONE HAS EVER SAID TO ME

YOU HAVE FAVORITE LINES?? FROM SOMETHING I WROTE??? DO U- I literally cannot even begin to describe how much this means to me.

@ur-local-reality-shifter , i adore u my lovely

#this ask brought me back to life #ive literally been down with covid for the last 4 months #but i think this just cured me #revitalized #rebirthed #rejuvenated #incredible #tysm for this ask #i have never felt more pleasantly warm in my entire life

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aerialflight · 3 years

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Fic Recs (cause it's always nice to give a shout out and get people into things I'm into rn)

[The Magnus Archives] (I recently finished the podcast and I fell into a hole for a while so here you go)

Sing a Song of Sixpence by Kaiel

Ship: Jon/Martin

In which Jonathan Sims is a Siren, and he fails to notice any new abilities granted to him by the position of Archivist. Or really anything about the Entities at all.

Takes place in season 1 featuring Jonah Magnus’s slow decent into madness

(The new mythology interwoven with tma's worldbuilding is so freaking good and I love how all the characters change and develop because of these changes. Also, f you Elias)

Along Came a Spider by Dribbledscribbles

Ship: implied Jon/Martin

Sasha James is the Archivist, as expected. Martin Blackwood is menaced by Jane Prentiss, as expected. Elias Bouchard weaves his web, as expected.

All goes as it should.

At least until something calling itself Jonathan Sims steps in.

(Web!Jon in this makes me want to weep, it's so freaking good. A pretty long, very excellent oneshot on what could've happened if Jon got taken by the web when he was a kid. And Sasha as the Archivist is ALWAYS so cool, we love her in this house.)

A Break in the Clouds by Ash_Rabbit

“I’m eight.” the kid sniffs as if eight was any different from four, maybe not an unspeakable horror then, just a regular horror. “And I heard that the Magnus Institute deals with-” his little nose scrunches, cute. “-spooky things.”

“Do you have a-” he cracks a grin, and then rethinks it as small hands tighten against their burden.”-spooky thing to deliver?” gods he hopes not, it’s bad enough when adults walk in and lay out all of their baggage, but for a child-

“There’s a spider in this book.” the kid says solemnly, raising his textbook sized parcel. “It ate Evan Pritchard.” a bloody fucking Leitner. Of course an eight year old would find a murder spider book. “This seemed like the best place to bring it.”

(I never thought about what the Original Elias could've been like AND NOW I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT IT BECAUSE OF THIS FIC. I LOVE HIM, HE'S COMPLEX AND HE CARES AND JON CARES AND THEY BOTH CARE ABOUT EACH OTHER. THIS IS THE CONTENT I WANT, OMG. Also, Jon being even smaller than usual is adorable, so cute. No wonder Elias wants to hug him, a LOT.)

See the Line where the Sky meets the Sea by The_Floating_World

Ship: Jon/Martin, Jon/Oliver Banks

When Jon is a child he looks into the infinite abyss of space. The Vast looks back into him.

(One of my all time fave fics in this fandom, no questions asked. I have reread this three times and am open to doing it again, god. Vast!Jon, such a concept. It's written so beautifully and the relationships Jon develops, so good. ugh. My heart. Please please read.)

Sweet As Roses by Prim_the_Amazing

Ship: Jon/Martin

“Come in, Martin,” he says, not looking up from his notes.

“Hi, Jon,” he says, and Jon stops writing at the sound of his voice. “We’re out of the green tea, but we’ve got lemon?”

Jon looks at him. Martin smiles at him in his usual tentative way as he sets the mug of tea down on Jon’s desk. Heat spikes so sharply in his gut that he twitches with it.

“Thank you, Martin,” he says, mouth dry, and he stands up.

“Oh,” he says, sounding almost surprised. He smiles again. “No-- no problem-- um, what are you--”

Jon takes Martin by the shoulders, leans up on the tips of his toes, and kisses him.

(You have no idea how much I howled through this fic, my god. *buries face in hands* The number of times I wanted to cry from sheer hilarity and horror reading this good lord.)

Things Could Always Be Worse by theOestofOCs

Ship: Jon/Martin, Georgie/Melanie

Sometimes, the most horrifying thing of all is what might have been.

Somewhere, Jon could swear he heard a crowd laughing.

Or: in which Jonathan Sims is forced to swap places with his alternate self—a tall, chivalrous hero extraordinaire, who knows neither fear nor nuance—and is sent to the aggressively straight alternate universe the Magnus Archives was never meant to be.

“Whatever place this is,” Jon announced, “I just want to be sure it knows I hate it.”

(I will say this once, THIS IS THE MOST CURSED THING IVE EVER READ EVER. Like holy hell. I can't believe this thing exists. please read it oh please please please)

[Supernatural]

heard from your mother (she don't recognize you) by Schmuzz

Ship: Dean/Cas, Jessica/Sam

A man named Cas wakes up in 2003 with no memories, but he's able to piece together a few things:

1. Supernatural creatures exist, and most of them will hurt innocent civilians if he doesn't stop them; 2. He has abilities that no human hunter should have, but he knows enough about human hunters to keep that to himself, and finally; 3. He keeps running into another hunter named Dean Winchester, who seems to be about as lonely as he is if he's willing to put up with those former facts long enough to help Cas unravel the mystery of who (or what) he really is.

For his part, Dean's still (not) dealing with Sam's departure to Stanford, and figures distracting himself with a bit of mystery and intrigue is as harmless as it gets, right? Right.

(THE fic I'm most into right now, been following this from the very start and it's AMAZING. Cas has agency and is making friends and S1 Dean is growing out of John's influence and is becoming a Person and the both of them first being friends then more. The slow burn as their relationship develops, SO GOOD. SO SO DAMN GOOD. *screams* Seriously one of the best spn fics I've read in a long, long time.)

anamnesis by cenotaphy

Ships: Castiel/Dean, Sam/Eileen

Chuck is depowered, Jack is the new god, and the world is free. Dean and Sam get into the Impala and chase down the miles on an endless highway, and their story is finally, finally their own to follow. At least, that's what Dean tells himself. But the diners and motels and painted interstate lines are blurring together and the smallest details keep catching at his brain like tiny fishhooks and he can't quite shake the feeling that not everything is exactly as it should be.

* Fix-it/alternate series finale. Canon-compliant through the end of 15.19.

(THIS IS THE FIC THAT GOT ME THROUGH THE FINALE OKAY. WHY COULDN'T THIS HAVE BEEN CANON. It's Disturbing and honestly plot-wise this makes more sense. Why couldn't we have had this. *screams*)

[Avatar: The Last Airbender]

where the stars do not take sides by WitchofEndor

Ship: Sokka/Zuko

When Azula is nine, she becomes an only child. She hears the Fire Lord call for Zuko's life, and in the morning, her mother and brother are gone. Azula may be young, but she isn't naive. She knows what happened to them.

Which makes it all the more surprising when Azula tracks the Avatar down and fights his group of peasant friends, only to find herself staring into an eerily familiar face.

(The fact one of the tags in this fic is, "Sibling Dynamic: Fucked Up But Wholesome" should give you an idea what this fic is like. Chaotic as HELL and I just love Azula here, she loves Zuko so much in her messed up way and Zuko loves her back in the exact same way lol. It's batshit and I am Here For This.)

[Naruto]

Eclipse by AislingRoisin (JayBird345) for HybrisAnaideia

Ship: Nara Shikaku/OFC

"In life, it's easier to remain stagnant and wallow in your troubles. But life isn't merely about continued existence, nor is it meant to be gone through alone."

(This is a fic that's slept on and I NEED people to read this. A self-insert fic that I find really interesting in its approach and the worldbuilding for the post-third war shinobi world is fantastic. I feel like there's a certain pattern with self-insert fics, not that is a detriment in any way to how much I enjoy them, so this fic feels fresh to me in a way I haven't read in a while. I am waiting eagerly for this to get updated! Please read!)

On Freedom and Other Formalities by iaso

Ship: Kakashi/Genma/OFC

When push comes to shove, Hiwa Inuzuka doesn't go down easy. Reborn into a new, dangerous world? She puts her past life as a spy to work. Thrown into a war? Hiwa does her duty, for Konoha. And when she's forced into an arranged marriage? All there is to do is beat them to the punch and get married first. Thankfully, Genma Shiranui is willing to lend a hand. Literally. SI/OC

(Listen, LISTEN, it's about the slow burn, the longing, the communication (it both has and hasn't and isn't THAT great??), the messy way you fit three very different people together, it's so freaking good! Also, Kakashi is so Chaotic here this is my fave characterization of him, you can't change my mind. And Genma is a Good Boi who is Doing His Best, along with the Self-insert character who I LOVE SO MUCH, SHE'S FANTASTIC FNEIWOPAF. Sped past this fic in the speed of light, I could not stop reading!)(Honestly, read all of the author's fics, they're all really REALLY good!)

Building a Castle by WhisperingDarkness

Without needing anyone to tell her, Sakura knew that talking to someone no-one else could see or hear would make her weird. It would draw the bad kind of attention to her, something people could make fun of her for.

She didn’t like being weird, but she did like the voice. Her inner voice was helpful and it was a part of her that had always been there. The idea of it not being there would have been so much weirder than anything else.

It was during her first year at the Academy that Sakura realised the voice was not in her head at all, but that it came from a cloudy shape floating next to her.

(Basically a short-ish retelling of Hikaru no Go. Only with more Shogi and Nara and Ninja's)

(Sakura can see ghosts (I'm noticing this is a popular trope for her) and it's really cute haha! Her relationship with Tobirama is sweet and I just enjoyed reading this so much.)

[The Magicians]

So Long (And Thanks For All The Books) by IncompleteSentanc (Erava)

Ships: Quentin/Eliot, James/Julia, Quentin/Margo/Eliot

When Quentin is told Julia wasn't admitted to Brakebills, he realizes he has a drastic decision in front of him. If he tells Julia about magic, he'll have his mind wiped as well as hers. But he can't just leave her behind, either. He can't lose his best friend, and he can't let her life a life with her magical potential stolen away from her.

So he makes a third choice.

(Really, and I mean REALLY well-done canon divergent fic, this is the Quentin & Julia friendship fic I have been looking for forever. It explores so much of what could've happened and I just love Quentin here, I really really do. Characterization done so right. I also recommend the author's other works too. Been a follower of them for a long time, they're great.)

[Game of Thrones]

The Road to Victory by writing_as_tracey

Too late in preparing for the Night King and the Long Night, the last stand at Winterfell is close to falling. Bran takes desperate measures to ensure victory, and Jon, Sansa, and Arya pay the price for it in a time unfamiliar to them, on the cusp of another war. [GoT, time-travel fix it]

(I swear, this fic made me laugh so many times, all the Stark are BAMF and fantastic, and Rhaegar gets Wrecked lol. It's crack btw, and the plot goes in directions you'll never guess and it's amazing hahaha!)

[Haikyuu!!] (I am very very late to the fandom but here I am)

Ballare (To Dance) by MidnightSparks

Ship: Iwaizumi Hajime/Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru, and platonic Kageyama & Kentarou (really love their friendship)

Kageyama’s first love is volleyball. His second, however, is ballet.

In one world, Kageyama Tobio is left behind by his parents. In this world, the existence of soulbonds keeps Kageyama’s parents in Miyagi and leaves Kageyama in the care of his grandma and grandpa.

(In which soulmates exist and that changes everything and nothing at the same time.)

(*buries face in hands* I have fallen for this ship so hard and I can't get out fudge me. I understand now. Their DYNAMICS FIEWONPAF)

Kings of Tomorrow by bokubroya (liarielle)

Ship: Kageyama Tobio/Oikawa Tooru

On the eve of Tobio’s 16th birthday, he counts down the seconds to midnight, and emerges with Oikawa Tooru’s name on his wrist.

It’s been two years since then, and Tobio thought they had an understanding. A silent, never spoken about understanding that this thing between them is nothing, and they’re going to pretend it doesn’t exist.

Of course, it’s just like Oikawa to change the game and leave Tobio wondering what comes next.

(I am WEAK for soulmate fics between these two, I don't even really like soulmate fics half the times what is WRONG WITH ME-)(Please suffer with me, I'm begging you. Its a good fic, thumbs up.)

[Crossover]

Honey and Magic by JustARatherVerySillyWriter, White_Squirrel for Super Carlin Brothers

Fandoms: Matilda (yeah you read that right), Harry Potter

Everyone knew Matilda was a rather extraordinary child, but even she didn't know she was a witch. Matilda Honey receives her Hogwarts letter in the year of the Triwizard Tournament, and soon, she will leave her unique mark on the magical world.

(Do I even need to explain how amazing it is to have Matilda in the wizarding world? And Matilda is a HUFFLEPUFF AND I WILL DIE ON THIS HILL THIS FIC IS GREAT PLEASE READ!!!)

An Eye for an Eye by DpsMercy

Fandoms: The Magnus Archives, Welcome to Night Vale

In which Jonathan Sims is not from the UK but instead, if you took his origins and turned them sideways twice then flipped them over, he technically would be from the US, the town of Night Vale specifically. Elias can’t do shit about it and gets a headache and slowly creeping madness instead.

(Look, I know probably everyone has read this because if they haven't, what have you been DOING with your lives??? Jon interning at Night Vale is Incredible, nothing phases this man, it's Delightful. I laughed so many times reading this, I'm not even kidding right now. Read or perish.)

The Favour by R_Cookie

Fandoms: Harry Potter, Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them

Ship: Original Percival Graves/Harry Potter

Percival is ten years old when his grandfather tries to tell him that he's ensured the greatness of the Graves legacy for him, that he ought to be eternally grateful - but the explanation is hijacked by a stranger who manages to intimidate Chester Graves with an ease never seen before.

or: Hadrian (Harry) Potter is the Master of Death, who grants Graves a boon. Nobody could have known that the Deathly Hallows didn't turn you so much into the 'Master of Death' as into the anthropomorphic personification of Death. And so, Death becomes Percival's guardian angel, and Percival does not spit out his cereal.

(Look, I don't know how I stumbled back into the FBAWTFT fandom either, it just happened and I'm grateful for that. Otherwise, I wouldn't have found this amazing fic. Their relationship is slow and strange and I just love how Percival is characterized here. Also, one of the tag promises that it deviates from canon so I am really, really excited for that! XD)

baby that's what i do by natanije

Fandoms: Naruto, Katekyou Hitman Reborn!

"Are you telling me," Hidan exclaims, incredulous, "that you collect money all this time to give to orphans?!"

Kakuzu pauses. He blinks a few times.

"Huh. I guess I do."

(Tsuna reincarnates as Kakuzu and it's HILARIOUS. HE'S SUCH A MOM HAHAHA)

#Fanfiction #AO3 #Fic Rec #Fic Rec List #Podcasts #The Magnus Archives #Supernatural #Avatar The Last Airbender #Naruto #The Magicians #Game of Thrones #Haikyuu!!#Crossover #Matilda #Welcome to Night Vale #Harry Potter #Fantastic Beasts and Where to Find Them #Katekyou Hitman Reborn

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First of all, I’m glad it made you smile because the joy and comfort your writing has brought me on numerous occasions is absolutely UNMATCHED so you deserve a little bit of that joy and love in return (especially when the internet is as much of a cesspool as it can be sometimes 🙃). Your writing has completely changed the trajectory of my day or week on multiple occasions and I wish I could thank you in some way other than screaming in your ask box about asshole Jay and what my currently weekly schedule is 😂

That being said, I am definitely going to take you up on screaming at you some more because I’m not just invested… I’m ✨too✨ invested 😂

You’ve somehow managed to take all of my favourite tropes in writing and combine them into this incredible fic and I can’t handle it 90% of the time because the spiral is real!! Everything about that conversation at dinner absolutely sent me and I cannot wait for more Jay/Adam/Kevin conversations surrounding Hailey. Jay being an absolute douche canoe but knowing that underneath all of his hurt is the worlds largest teddy bear who just wants a hug (couldn’t help myself 😂) makes me lose my shit thinking about where you are going to take these characters. Protective older brother Adam is absolutely everything and Hailey telling him to step back because she is a grown ass woman was… uuuuugggggghhhhhh. The spiral is R E A L, Morgan, it’s real 😂

I can’t wait to see what happens with Hailey and mama Halstead because I just know you’ve included her with all of the chaos up your sleeve and I’m definitely not ready for it but I’m also so ready for it.

I’m also obsessed with all of the ways you’ve written Hailey challenging Jay and giving it right back to him, often better than she gets it. This new arrangement they’ve entered into is going to kill me. And then I’m going to come back from the dead to read the next chapter, and it’s going to kill my ghost. Even though Hailey ultimately initiated their fun time at wedding, and Jay made her admit that she wanted him (dead. I’m dead again just thinking about it), I CANNOT wait for Hailey to jump him out of the blue because of their new arrangement. Whether it’s at his office or the club or his place or wherever it ends up happening, I am ready for her to seek out Jay and initiate it completely and his response to that will kill me.

Hope you don’t regret inviting me to yell some more 😂 I reread the entire fic today and I’m spiralling and now you’ve gotten paragraphs of my word vomit thrown at you 😂🤷🏼‍♀️ the overarching gist is that I’m losing my shit over your story and I’m super grateful you are continuing to write and share 💕

Wow. You truly are invested and I was stunned for a moment when I saw this message, and then I teared up as I started reading.

Thank you, thank you, thank you!!!

I shall continue this below the cut so I don’t annoy anyone with our musings my friend. 😅

I’m always here for yelling and for chaos of any kind. I don’t know why, but I truly thrive in the chaos. It really is my brand and I don’t think that will ever change. 😅😂

The dinner scene in the last chapter was so much fun to write!! I had this very vivid picture in my head of it playing out and all of them sitting around the table and the scene unfolded just I had hoped. I’m so, so glad you enjoyed it!!

There will definitely be more scenes and conversations involving those three!

Describing Jay as a teddy bear who just wants a hug made me giggle. You’re not exactly wrong there, but it might take a little while before he gets his hug. That guy has got some walls up for sure that need a wrecking ball to be knocked down.

Hailey is a queen. I don’t know what else to say about her. She’s just wonderful and I love her. We always love a good spiral. 😉

Mama Halstead. I love her. I LOVE HER. I will forever be bitter about the fact that we didn’t get to meet her so I had to include her somehow, some way, if not for my own sanity and headcanons. I have absolutely included her for reasons which will be shown soon. Or soonish?

Hailey challenging Jay and throwing it all right back at him is some of the most fun I’ve written in fic. She’s just so sassy and stubborn, and she takes no shit. Not very different at all to how she is on the show honestly, but it still somehow feels a little different. If that makes sense.

Oh it is for sure Hailey’s turn to seek him out. Better be careful what you wish for friend. 😉

I never regret yelling about fic or Upstead or both. Those idiots have the tightest hold on me and I fear they ain’t ever letting go.

Your messages have made my night, my week, my everything. The response to this story has been so incredibly mind blowing and I cannot thank you enough for reading it and loving it and caring about anything my brain comes up with. Seriously. Thank you. 💜💜

#anon ask #upstead fic #chicago pd

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mooshs-crack-headcanons · 3 years

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Hi Moosh! Congrats on 666!! Can I maybe ask for Yamato, GN reader and training together? Reader isn't that strong but does their best for Yamato, who in all his enthusiasm accidentally hurts them? Nothing too serious though and they laugh it off. just some casual fluff and banter~ Thank you so much!

Did this become a comforting Yamato fic? Yes, yes it did.

(Wano spoilers beneath cut!)

So first of all I like to think with Kaido's genetics in him, Yamato has tons ridiculous amounts build up strength, strength that he sometimes has trouble with controlling sometimes when he gets into his usual moodlets of being too excited he accidentally hurts things and people he necessary doesn't want to which in the end leaves him feeling a little bit guilty about it especially when it comes to accidents with his s/o.

If there's one thing Yamato loves most, it's training. Since he has spent most of his life held up ok Onigashima, with no kids his age to play with or really anything else to do beside go off and reread through Kozuki Oden's old journal it was kind of his only real activity to do. Though of course not that he doesn't mind, he does want to get as strong as Oden after all so when you come to him to ask him to train you, he's completely overjoyed!

Most times Yamato doesn't know his own strength, to him the lightest of touches to someone of average height (and a little bigger) can come down full force and knock them into the nearest wall, or hell there was that one time he sent Sasaki all the way across the island and they had to get a rescue boat to go get him near the mainland of Wano and his father didn't stop yelling at him for weeks because of it (not because of Sasaki's injuries but because as when he was flying where he landed just so happened to be the Yonko's next shipment of Sake...which made him go into dragon god pissy mode on the coast of the mainland)

So Yamato has to keep his strength in check in at all times but with you around he has to make extra triple hard not to use more force that the absolutely bare necessity when it comes to handling you, which over time the son of the Yonko has become quite positive that he does a good job in doing, and that's why he thinks himself capable to train with you.

Since it's just training and you're just not all that experience with close corters, he doesn't use his trusty kanabo just setting it aside to the nearest pillar, still in grabbing distance just in case the two of you get interrupted by his father's 'company' and instead the two of you just use wooden practice swords. The swords are very clunky in Yamato's hands, too small for him if he really wanted he could easily break the thing into splinters with nothing but a simple flex of his fist if he really wanted to, but he doesn't want that he's training you after all. So he has to hold the wooden blade with the lightest but steadiest of grips so it doesn't fling out of his hand with the first clash.

Once he goes into battle stance he watches as you look him up and down and try to mimic his stance but you're doing it more lopsided and too crouched down, he can't help but to squeal with laughter at how ridiculous you look, making you frown and demanding to know what's so funny (which only makes him laugh more) After a quick apology and quick kiss to the cheek saying;

"I can't help it when you look that adorable!"

This earning a harsh heat to build up on your face.

Yamato helps fix your stance to be just like how he was standing previously, giving up spine chilling instructions as he bends down to meet the height of your ear.

When your boyfriend steps back in front of you with a wide smile on his face with a -

"You catch all that, (Name)?" You can't help the uncontrollable thumping of your heart as you instantly nod your head along.

"Uh huh."

"Great! Let's do this!"

You were not ready to do this - all the information he said had just zonked right into one ear and out of the other, with him being so close like that it was almost hard to breathe with his large hands moving your limbs around like a mannequin doll and his sweet voice tingling in your ear you couldn't help but feel all given information immediately just melt away.

Wing it! Just wing it (Name)!

As the large man quickly got back into his battle stance, you felt your joints begin to freeze up absolutely determined to keep yourself in the pose he put you in.

"Three," He counts.

It can't be that hard right? Just copy how you've seen the other's fight- it's fine.

"Two,"

It's basically just a giant glorified stick anyway, if you get hit it's not like you're going to die or anything relax.

"One,"

And besides it's Yamato, he-

"Go!"

Before the word is even registered to you the Yonko's son dashes at your sword in hand and already down low in preparation to just swing. Your mind rushes for some sort of reaction you rotate your wooden blade to block but when your lover clashes into you with a quick rough and hard strike that cuts the wood in your hands in half, the mer force itself sending a mighty shock and sending you rocketing onto the ground, your body sliding across the wooden flooring.

Yamato's whole world slows in that moment, seeing your body just ragdoll on the floor like that makes him immediately drop his weapon and he springs over to you, gently cradling your head and his copper eyes darting around for any faintest hint of blood.

"(Name)?! (Name)!! I'm sorry! I'm sorry I shouldn't - shouldn't -"

He knew better. He thought he was being gentle enough but he knew better! This was a terrible idea he shouldn't have went through with it he should have agreed he knew the risks and look the immediate first thing that happens he hurts-

Your sudden laughter cuts his thoughts short, he looks down at you to see you shifting around to feel at your head.

"I know I said that I can take you hits but do you have to treat me like a damn baseball, Yama?"

He immediately pulls you into a hug before flinching and pulling back lightly to see if you're absolutely okay before going in to hug you more gently.

"I'm sorry," his voice is muffled by your hair. "-I got too excited to finally train with you because I've never really gotten to train with anyone other than my father and-and I thought about Oden and what I strong warrior he was and how pretty, fun, and exciting you are and how- and I just-"

"Hey, hey, hey, Yamato it's fine. I'm fine." Your hands come up to cup his cheeks, making his verge of tear blurred eyes look at you.

"I'm fine. I promise it's just a bump. Besides I've been through worse than falling on the floor, this is nothing but barely a bruise." You begin to get yourself up with your lover's help to your feet, his hands never leaving your back. You smirk to yourself as you point to the remains of your training sword.

"Although I wouldn't say the same about that though."

When you turn around you see Yamato's frown deepens and his gaze meeting sadly at the floor, once again you have to tell him that's it's okay and this took most of the hit away, which get him to cheer up a little bit but not long enough to plop himself cross legged on the floor and entangle his fingers through his long white hair, you slowly come back down to sit next to him.

"I really thought I'd had control of my strength around you - I thought that everything was under control and I wouldn't be able to hurt you that I could hold your hand without fear of crushing it or cuddling and hugging you without fear of squashing you to death but I don't - this proves that I-" Your hand clasps with his.

"You're fine, I'm fine. We're both fine. Look, you're not hurting me now are you?" You hold up your entwined hands, which after a long pause Yamato gives the gentlest of squeezes.

"Yeah, but-"

"No buts, you do have this under control. And if we can't directly train sword to sword together that's fine! Yes sword skills are useful especially in the New World but, Yamato, that's not the main reason I wanted to train with you - I love you and I just want to spend time with you, doing the things you enjoy doing!"

Copper eyes widened in shock as he meets your gentle gaze, he looks down for a second as if pondering something before looking back up at you with the smallest gape of his mouth, speechless, as the one not twine with yours hesitantly reach up to cup the side of your cheek but with a flinch he immediately attempts to pull his hand back, only for you to catch it and place his warmth to the side of your face, his thumb slowly grazing your bottom lip. Ever so slowly his lips flush against yours, quite awkward with the movement but one your hands leave to wrap around his neck you pull him closer he starts quickly catching up with what to do with his tongue.

When you pull back is all the sadness is lost, with instead those wide pupil blown eyes and white that slowly cascades to a deep neon that frames his face and falls over his shoulder, his lips now plump and kissed does his expression show nothing but pure loving infatuation.

Which with one look, it all becomes clear how bad this man has it for you. His head tilts as he eyes dart your face, as if he were taking your image if were for the very last time. Finally a small smile appears over his lips as he bumps his forehead to yours.

"I love you too, (Name)." He closes his eyes before breathing through his nose. "Though I am a little sad that I can't train with you, I was looking so forward to it all this week but - I guess that excitement was the exact problem." You peck a quick kiss to his lips before letting your fingers play with his hair.

"We'll work on it, alright? You've already come to practice with being as gentle as you are right now I'm sure we can also practice that in a train sense. I promise you're not going to hurt me." At first there's a look of subtle doubt in his eyes when he looks into yours but he pushes it back with a nod.

"How about this? For now let's just focus on positioning - like this!"

You stand back to your feet, grabbing Yamato's forgotten wooden sword off from the floor, trying your best to mimic his stance from previous, the Yonko's son watches how you stand before bursting into laughter. Your eyebrow twitches before yet again demanding to know what's so damn funny. Your lover stands to his full height towering over you to gently move your limbs around to where you're in proper placement.

"Oh nothing, just that you look like my father when's he's doing his drunk impression of Charlotte Linlin begging for her 'child support.'"

Okay that got a giggle out of you.

For the rest of the day the two of you practiced your stances together, once you were comfortable with that you took the next step to attacking stances and even though with him being so close and talking into your ear and moving your limbs around like a doll you forced yourself not to get lost in the inner screaming of your heart telling you just to continue kissing the man until the world's end you listened to his teaching words.

From how he currently spoke, his tone sounded nothing like how it did previously if you just so happened to walk in now you wouldn't even ever be able to tell he was on the verge of tears a mer hour before. He just looks...so happy. With that handsome smile on that handsome face, you look back at him as he happily blabbers on about some techniques that Oden described in his journal, do you can't help but to smile with glee like an idiot around him. He's just so excited and happy and it's so contagious and it's a feeling that you never want to go away.

And you're sure of one look of how bad it all looks for you of how bad you have it for the man, something you also to never go away.

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