#breaking my silence to make this important statement

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I think SCP-229 and SCP-882 should kiss

#breaking my silence to make this important statement #mod ghost #not stim

[irb-pascalito-99]

Catch Me If You Can

Pairing: Joel Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 2.4k

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Warnings: Smut, teasing, unprotected p in v, come play

Summary: Joel’s girl can’t stop staring at him while he’s fixing the table they broke.

A/N: This is an excerpt from Chapter Thirteen of my fic Always an Angel, Never a God. To read more of this pairing visit a03.

I lean back and watch the muscles in Joel’s back flex as he drills new bolts into the table. Beads of sweat roll down his arms and create dark patches on his t-shirt. I crawl toward him and kiss his neck as he puts the drill down.

“I think you should do this with your shirt off,” I mumble against his skin.

My hands slide underneath his shirt, trailing up his stomach and chest. Joel chuckles. He leans back slightly to give me better access.

I grab the hem of his t-shirt and pull it over his head. He lifts his arms as I do. Joel allows me a couple more kisses before he starts to work on the table again.

I chew on my bottom lip while I watch him. Joel doesn’t have defined abs or the form of a bodybuilder, but there’s no mistaking he has muscles. His arms and back flex as he picks up another table leg to screw into place.

I offered help when he started, but he wouldn’t allow it. Now, he focuses on the task at hand. His eyebrows crease as he bolts the leg into place. He shakes it firmly to assure it is strong before moving on to the next one. He looks over his shoulder to see me still staring at the definition in his arms and back.

“Careful now, I’ll start thinkin’ you only want me for my body,” he jokes with a wink in my direction.

“I like you for more than your body,” I lean back against a nearby wall while Joel searches for the bolts for the next leg.

“Oh really, like what?” He asks. I roll my eyes at his obvious attempt for compliments, but happily play into it.

“Well, turns out you’re good at making furniture,” I joke. He laughs and shakes his head before screwing in the next bolts.

I could think of a million reasons why I like Joel. He’s unbelievably generous. He’s smart, but he doesn’t rub your face in it. He’s amazing with Sarah, and so understanding with Ellie. He’s the kind of man who fucks you so hard against a table it breaks, and then spends the next afternoon putting it back together again. When he pauses with the drill again I continue with an honest answer to his question.

“You make me feel safe,” I say. He puts the drill down and turns his full attention to me. “I don’t have to pretend to be anyone else. I can fall apart a little around you. You make me feel safe.”

I keep my eyes on the ground. I don’t want to see Joel’s reaction to my statement. I don’t want to know if it’s too much too soon. We sit in silence until he picks up the drill again.

“You make me feel safe too,” He says. I lift my eyes from the floor. He fumbles with the screws in his hands. “I’ve been focused on Sarah for so long. It’s nice to be able to let go a little sometimes, have somethin’ for myself you know?”

My heart flutters at the notion of being something he holds for himself, that I could be as important to him as he is to me. I know Joel loves deeply, and Sarah will always be the biggest thing in his life, but I hadn’t thought of how lonely it must have been for him over these last several years.

Obviously Sarah’s mom leaving had left a hole in their family, but Joel lost more than a co-parent. He lost a partner, a wife. He’s never talked about her in a romantic sense. He hasn’t mentioned her at all since the hospital. I haven’t wanted to push him into opening up, but something about this conversation feels different. It feels as though he’s offering me something here.

“Did you have that with Annie?” I ask. Joel’s shoulders tense, and I fear I may have misread things. “Was it ever just easy?”

Joel focuses on drilling the screws into the final leg before he answers me. My heart thumps in anxiety. I shouldn’t have pushed. The weekend was going so well. Why did I have to push my luck?

“I guess it was for a minute there, when we were just young kids livin’ our lives,” He examines his work, shaking the table legs again as he continues explaining. He doesn’t look at me while he talks. “She got pregnant so early into our relationship though, so it didn’t stay like that for long.”

I debate on leaving it like that. Joel is clearly uncomfortable, but I want to know him better. I hardly know his past at all.

“Why? What happened?” I ask.

Joel rubs his face and then wipes his hands on his jeans. He doesn’t shy away from the topic, but I can tell he wants the conversation to be over. From what I can tell after conversations with Tommy and Sarah, Joel doesn’t talk about Annie with anyone these days. I find that strange coming from a man who’s been so adamant that I open myself up to others.

“It was just a lot of pressure,” Joel grabs one end of the table and turns it back over to stand on it’s legs. “Neither of us knew what we wanted or how to handle it. Our parents were furious. We thought marriage was the best answer but neither of us were ready for it. It was a giant dose of real world issues shoved into our teenage romance, so no it wasn’t ready for long.”

“Tommy mentioned you guys were on your own with all that.” I respond. Joel turns to me with a slightly angered look on his face.

“It’s not Tommy’s place to be sharing that,” he says. I shrink back into the wall slightly. Joel’s anger immediately dissipates after seeing my reaction. “Sorry it’s just, a part of my life I don’t want you to have to deal with.”

I try not to be angry that he chooses to hide that part of his life from me, but I find myself wondering why he doesn’t think he can trust me with it. He seems so keen on knowing my secrets and holding my darkness. I wish he’d let me do the same for him.

He doesn’t give me any more room to press him on the topic, choosing instead to bring the energy in the room back up. He picks me up and carries me over to the table. I squeal and kick my legs in the air, caught off guard by suddenly being thrown over Joel’s shoulder.

When he sets me down he places me on the finished table and stands between my parted knees. He places his hands on the surface of the table bracketing my hips. His lips come forward to meet mine, pulling me in for a deep kiss when he shakes the table roughly again. It stays firm on the ground, no creaking or concerns that it might collapse.

“Now that’s a proper table,” he says with a grin. He pulls me in for another kiss, immediately deepening it and bringing me closer to the edge of the table. As the kiss gets more heated I push him away. “What?”

“We are not fucking on the table again Miller, you just fixed it.” Joel’s big brown eyes morph into a sad pleading expression, but I refuse to cave. Instead I shake my head and cross my arms.

“Oh come on,” He kisses my neck, biting down enough to leave a mark on the skin.

“Joel” I moan and throw my head back. When he moves to the other side of my neck I shake my head to clear it and crawl across the table to the other side.

He stands with his hands still on the table. I grin at him while he gives me a grumpy look on the other side of the wood.

“Not on the table,” I say cheekily.

When he starts to round the corner toward me I run off in the opposite direction, heading for the stairs. I giggle as I hear him start to run after me. I’m halfway up the stairs when I feel his hands grip my waist and pull me off my feet. I kick my feet in the air and squeal.

Joel places my knees on the ground. I grab the edge of the steps in front of me and gasp when he grabs the waistband of my leggings and underwear, pulling both down my thighs. The material gathers at my knees as he fumbles with his belt.

“Joel,” I whine. The tension pulls in my center so much it almost hurts. I can feel the center of my thighs becoming slick as my wetness drips down the inside.

“I know baby. I know, I’ll make it feel better.” Joel yanks his own pants down enough that his cock springs out.

His hard length presses against my back causing me to moan as I press back into him. What started out as playful banter has turned into overwhelming need. Joel runs his fingers along my folds, groaning loudly when he realizes how wet I am.

“Oh darlin’, you need it bad huh?” He mumbles huskily into my ear. I nod my head, pushing myself back against him again.

He chuckles in response as he brings his hand back to his cock. He pushes his length through my folds slowly. I push my body back into his hoping that he’ll begin to fill me. I let out a hiss when the head of his member brushes against my clit before he pulls back again.

After a couple thrusts his cock notches at my throbbing entrance. I’m panting as I wait for him to press forward, on the verge of tears from anticipation. He kisses my shoulder while he pushes just the tip inside and freezes again.

“Please, please, please, plea-” I beg, cut short from the delicious stretch of his cock inside me. I throw my head back on his shoulder as he thrusts forward. His hands grip my hips to hold me still while I tremble around him.

Once he’s filled me to the brim he pauses to let me adjust. My pussy flutters around his pulsing length. I could probably come just from this, but he soon retreats and slams his hips back into mine. He keeps his pace slow, but his thrusts hard and deep. Each one pushes the breath out of my lungs.

“Fuck, Joel.” I moan as he thrusts in again. “It feels so good, you feel so good inside me.”

“Yeah?” He pants. His hands slip on my hips as he struggles to maintain his grip through the combined sweat of our bodies. Words are becoming increasingly more difficult as the pleasure builds so I nod my head in response.

I feel my core tighten and clench around Joel’s cock. He groans and starts to thrust harder and slightly faster. His hand slips around my front to start making small circular motions on my clit. The coil inside me starts to tighten even more, causing me to lurch forward on the stairs.

I rest my forehead on the stairs as I call out for Joel, no longer aware or in control of what I’m saying. Whatever it is, it spurs him on more. My fingers pull at the threads of the carpet on the stairs, undoubtedly pulling chunks out as well, while Joel’s fingers speed and supply more pressure. Something snaps inside me. I scream as I let go. Joel grunts as my pussy throbs around him, and continues working me through my climax.

When I come down my body sags against the harsh angles of the stairs. The only thing keeping my hips from the ground is Joel’s hand wrapped around my waist. I can tell he’s close. His thrusts become sloppier as he moans louder with each one. I feel him pulse inside me and he grunts.

He quickly pulls out and turns my body around on the stairs. Joel’s hands grab the front of the shirt I’m wearing, his shirt I stole off the bedroom floor this morning, and yank it open. Buttons clatter along the walls and railing of the stairs as they fly away.

With my chest and stomach exposed to the open air, Joel brings his hand to his cock. He pulls it rapidly. I watch him through hooded eyes while he moans. His eyes wander over my figure splayed out in front of him. Once he looks up to see my face he lets go with a loud growl. His seed decorates my body in ribbons, continuing to pump his length until he has no more left to give.

He grabs the wall with one hand and the railing with another as he breathes heavily with his head hung. I commit the sight to memory, certain that this is what all the greatest painters in history saw when they decided to capture the beauty of man.

His breathing begins to slow down when he opens his eyes again. He brings them up to me and remains frozen as I trail one hand down to the mess he’s left on my skin. I collect his spend on my fingers and lock eyes with him as I bring it up to my mouth and suck my fingers dry. He looks about ready to collapse from the sight alone.

When I pull my fingers from my lips he leans down and kisses me gently. His tongue licks along my bottom lip before slipping inside my mouth. As he pulls away a string of saliva connects us and then splits, seeking in the coarse hairs of his beard.

He stands up first, pulling his pants back up, and then helps me back to my feet. Joel pulls my leggings and underwear back up for me as I wobble on my legs. I keep my grip on the railing so I don’t fall. Over half the buttons on the shirt I was wearing are now hidden in the carpet of the stairs, so it remains open while I attempt to climb back up the stairs. Joel lets me try for a minute before picking me up and carrying me to bed for a nap.

To read more visit a03.

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I believe that “Are you jealous?” is the last available prompt 😅 Do your magic with it, K 🤗 With Tommy, please and happy 3.5 K 😘

Thanks for sending this in, Isa! I’m sorry it took me a bit to write it…..I hope you like the path I chose for it. This prompt was requested 3 times, so I’m trying to give it a little variety. Out of the 3 brothers, Tommy feels like he’d be the one to go about it in this way…he’s a bit of a jerk in this one. Alright, enough with the talking…Enjoy! :)

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I’m Walking Home

Tommy Shelby x Reader

Warnings: language, use of derogatory word (whore), (Y/N)’s a bit unhinged in this one

Word Count: 999

Summary: (Y/N) decides to walk home after a question that Tommy asks makes her anger soar.

Tommy had had enough. He pulled the car over to the side of the road and killed the engine, setting both of his hands on his thighs as he let out a harsh sigh. “Alright…what is it?” he asked the woman sitting to his left.

“What is what?” (Y/N) responded with a curt question of her own, her eyes focused on the road ahead of them.

“You’ve not spoken a word to me since we started driving. What’s on your mind?” he elaborated on his previous question. (Y/N) snorted in response.

“Of course you’d be completely oblivious to it,” she stated, her words dripping with sarcasm. Even though she’d yet to look at him, she could still feel his heavy eyes boring into the side of her face. Her statement was met with silence, and she let it ring for a few moments before letting out a scoff. Bastard wants me to spell it out for him, she thought to herself as she relented and finally looked in his direction. “You really don’t know?” she asked, giving one last chance to redeem himself before she went off on him.

“I wouldn’t be asking if I did,” he answered her in his typical, abrupt fashion.

“You don’t recall the woman at the party?” she tried to jog his memory with a more specific question.

“What woman?” he still wasn’t helping himself.

“The woman that was practically hanging on you; the one looking for your attention? You didn’t seem to notice her? And the fact that she was giving you the ‘please fuck me’ eyes for the entirety of the conversation you were having, whilst I was present?!” she finally let the levee break, her voice inflecting towards the end to let her frustration become known.

“She was discussing business, (Y/N),” came Tommy’s terrible response.

“Business?! What part of her fucking giggles and the batting of her eyelashes had to do anything with your fucking business, Tommy?!”

“Her husband’s money is good. His investment will help our company, and she plays a big part in deciding who he gives it to. So I didn’t take notice to what her fucking eyelashes were doing because that was not of any fucking importance,” he kept his voice level, delivering his statement in a stoic way. He knew better than to rise to meet her level of anger.

“Oh and she’s got a husband!” she exclaimed dramatically, completely disregarding the second half of his statement.

“(Y/N),” there was a warning tone present in his voice now. She was blowing this out of porportion.

“She’s fucking married, and her husband cares about what she thinks before he throws his money around, but yet he doesn’t care that she’s acting like a whore in front of his potential business partners,” (Y/N) broke into a rant, not caring at that moment that she was basically disparaging a woman who she did not know.

At this point, there was nothing that could be done that would quickly clear this up. Her anger was too elevated for that. But there was something that could be said to make this situation so much worse.

“Are you jealous?” Tommy blatantly asked. His question had (Y/N) seeing red.

“Excuse me?” she asked in disbelief, shock quickly filling her features. She spoke in such a way that would usually make most people rescind their statement, but Tommy wasn’t like most people.

“You’re jealous of this woman, aren’t you?” he asked, his eyes flitting over to match hers then as he waited for her answer.

(Y/N)’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t believe that he had the audacity to ask such a question outright. A scoff left her lips as she tried to find the words to respond to his statement. Her mind wasn’t computing.

A few tense moments passed before she swung the car door open. Without saying anything, she snatched her purse from the seat and made a move to exit the vehicle.

“Where are you going?” Tommy asked, acting as if he hadn’t just dropped a bomb on her with the last question. He honestly probably didn’t think he did.

“I can’t believe you just said that to me,” she snapped at him, sending a glare his way before she slammed the car door shut, not caring at all how expensive the vehicle was. And if looks could kill, there would have been a dead man inside the car with the shattered door.

(Y/N) stormed off down the road, not knowing - nor caring - where she was going. The car’s engine came to life behind her, but it didn’t make her break her step, and she didn’t dare look to her right as Tommy pulled up beside her.

“What the fuck are you doing, (Y/N)?” he asked, glancing between her and the road as he continued to drive beside her.

“I’m walking home,” she snapped back at him, still looking straight ahead, “as a matter of fact…I’m not even sure where I’m walking to, but I sure as hell know that I don’t want to be around you right now. So leave me.”

“(Y/N)…”

“Leave me,” she cut him off, finally looking at him so that she could send him one more deadly glare before she continued on her way.

Tommy put his foot on the brake and thought for a moment. There wasn’t anything more he could do now. His efforts would only make the situation worse. With a sigh, he ran his hand along the back of his head before he took his foot off the brake and continued down the road.

(Y/N) watched as the tail-lights faded off into the distance. She let out a huff and tried to calm herself down. Was she acting jealous at the moment? Yeah, probably. But she wouldn’t give Tommy the satisfaction of answering the question he so blatantly asked. She was just lucky that it was still warm out.

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The love declarations throughout Season 2 provide an interesting connection between the characters, and the assumptions they make about other people's feelings.

Izzy's statement, “I have...love for you, Edward," reads initially as a love confession, but the wording itself is important. Izzy doesn't say, "I love you." He says, "I have love for you." This is coupled with the statement that Izzy and Ed understand each other better than anybody, and develops into Izzy invoking Stede's ethos, which prompts Ed's escalation to discussing the "toxic atmosphere" with the crew.

But Izzy's love confession is a vague, imprecise statement—it’s saying that love exists in some way, and that it is a possession of Izzy's, not something he gives to Ed. It's spoken with hesitation, which makes both character and situational sense—Izzy is trying to express concern to a man completely past concern for his own well-being, and the statement is roundly dismissed. It is not something Ed wants to hear, nor does he seem to believe it.

Ed's later statement, which Izzy never hears, is equally as vague—“I loved you best i could.” Ed’s statement is also past tense, and can only be made after Izzy is supposedly dead. Whatever love existed there doesn’t exist anymore. There's a deliberate vagueness to both statements that make them difficult to interpret, which seems to be the intention of the writing. For Ed, it is a statement of finality, not even made within Izzy's hearing—Izzy is dead, and he's about to be. For Izzy, it is an attempt to bridge a gap that he helped create, and that he still insists doesn't exist.

This must be read through the full arc of the relationship. Izzy insists he understands Ed, but throughout Season 1 he misses or misinterprets Ed's behavior through the narrative he's created for himself. Stede is a "seducer" who has "done something to my boss's brain." Ed is "half insane" with "increasingly erratic moods." Neither of them are fulfilling the roles that Izzy has assigned them, and them moving outside of those roles confuses and angers him.

The toxicity is not all on Izzy's side. Ed is incapable of breaking out of the toxic pattern by himself. But it is Izzy's fundamental and continuous misunderstanding of who Ed is, filtered through his warped sense of love and duty, that creates the toxic atmosphere, as he systematically murders all Ed's softness. "I have love for you" is another extension of the warped nature of their love (whether this is read as unrequited romantic love or more familial). It is about possession, even bribery, rather than an offer of love without condition.

In "Fun and Games," Stede’s love confession is unequivocal—he’s stopped from directly saying “I love you,” but he continues with “I love everything about you.” Even in his attempt to finish the first sentence, before he's cut off, he's very deliberate. He emphasizes every word, without hesitation. He looks at Ed, not past him, as Izzy does. He is certain of his love.

(gif by @kiwistede)

Stede's love is simple—“it feels good”—and it is unconditional. Stede loves everything about Ed, including the facets of him that he believes make him unlovable. Stede also doesn't demand an answer, nor does he wait for one—"You don't have to say it back to me." Again, the statement is unconditional; Stede believes Ed loves him, but he's not going to insist, even with silence, that Ed say it.

Stede's love throughout has been unconditional. He does not demand anything of Ed. He does not ask to own or possess Ed's body or his love, but gives himself. He doesn't seek to define who Ed is, but to be allowed to love him as he is.

Ed’s later confession to Stede is equally straightforward. There are no prevarications or conditions—“I love you. I love you.” The emphasis means as much as Stede’s longer speech; Ed knows what it means to love Stede. He too doesn't insist that Stede say it back, because the surety of their love existed from the start. Stede has never doubted it, and Ed no longer doubts it either. Stede can say, "I know. I know that," because they have both always known.

The complicated love between Ed and Izzy has been too warped by toxicity, control, and manipulation to survive. It is "having love" not "loving," tied with a desire to define and possess without ever actually understanding. The love between Stede and Ed is about understanding and wanting each other within and without their individual personas and performances. It's the unselfishness of true love, uncomplicated and unconditional.

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[yenqa]

worm games

sypnosis : you ask tsukishima an extremely important question

warnings : swearing, light hearted teasing, “i hate you” as a joke, cuddling?? tsukishima almost makes reader late 😒

w/c : 0.35k

pairing : tsukishima x gn!reader

disclaimer : in no way am i saying i own any haikyuu characters at all, all characters belong to haruichi furudate!

a/n : this might be ooc but idc!! pls give feedback btw this is my first hq post 😣😣

“hey kei?” you ask, as you rearrange your position to wrap your arms around him.

he places his hand on your back, entangling your legs together.

“yes?” he responds, a soft smile growing on his face.

“would you still love me if i was a worm?”

he breaks out into laughter at your question, the hand previously on your back, now covering his mouth.

“what kind of question is that love?”

“just answer it kei!” you hit his shoulder softly.

“i mean did you turn into a worm randomly or were you just born a worm?”

“ummm.. if i randomly turned into a worm.” you confirm, nodding your head.

“i would take care of you yeah.”

“but you wouldn’t love me?”

“who said i loved you now?”

you roll your eyes, “whatever, im leaving, i have a class in two hours.” you grab the blanket, tossing it over to his side to get out. tsukishima quickly grabs your hand, pulling you back in.

“kei! i might be late!”

“i love you, you know that right?” he wraps his arm around your waist again, legs encasing yours.

“yes i do, now let me go so i can go get ready!” you attempt to escape his grasp, but you can’t.

damn those volleyball muscles. you think, reluctantly giving up letting the warmth of the blanket engulf you two.

comfortable silence overtakes the room, the drowsiness of sleeping slowly crawls back to you.

“if you were a worm, i would love you very much even then. i would even play worm games with you.” he chuckles at his own statement, patiently waiting for your reply.

“what the hell are worm games?” you ask, turning to face him.

“i don’t know,” he quickly changes the subject, “don’t you have a class? why are you still in bed?” he smirks at you, ripping the blanket that had been covering both of you.

“i hate you so much.” you roll your eyes, heading inside the bathroom.

“you know you love me.” he follows you, smirk still evident on his face as he stands behind you as you grab your toothbrush.

“yeah i do, now get out!” you push him out the bathroom, locking the door.

thank u sm for reading! all notes are appreciated have a great day/night my loves 🫶!

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How to Write Character Dialogue 

Like, in a realistic and engaging way. 

Edit: PART 2

Preemptive warning that this extremely long-winded and messy post is designed to be a vague guide to help or prompt beginners with methods they could use in writing, to help people avoid common mistakes, and to hopefully aid in developing unique methods of constructing and presenting dialogue. It's also opinionated, and heavily influenced by my own writing style.

This post will be split up into two posts detailing a macro and a micro view - macro being dialogue in general, and micro focusing on how individual characters and stories will have certain considerations. Reblog and say in the tags if you want Pt 2 on the micro-view.

The 'Macro-View'

Don't start googling that term. I made it up.

The key to making dialogue sound realistic (and, in turn, making your characters appear more like people - making them easier to empathise with) is to think about how real people talk. Very obvious, right? You'd be surprised.

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Ellipsis 

And no, not the '...' kind. We'll get to that later.

Ellipsis is a term that refers to how words can be omitted from a sentence, yet it can still be understood. It's something we do all the time (though not often thinking about it). For example:

"Are you going home?"

"You going home?"

The latter is entirely understandable, but is not grammatically correct. However, most people do not speak in grammatically correct sentences, or even sentences. We speak in utterances and focus more on being understandable than eloquent. It's important to consider this when writing, as I've seen time and time again - even in published books - the writer focusing too much on making the dialogue grammatically correct. The characters sound dry, void of personality, and appear to be reading off of a script at every moment.

Ellipsis isn't going to be used in every sentence. You still have to think about which character will use it and when.

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The Other Ellipsis

Gonna break every fanfic writer's heart in one statement: using ellipsis to convey pause is grammatically incorrect.

But, good news! Language is made up and I think it works well for dialogue, so it gets to stay.

Ellipsis (...) can be used to convey a pause - usually when a character is considering something, overthinking or too heartbroken to think straight. It can technically be used anywhere, but I'd advise against using it at the beginning of a sentence, like this:

He muttered, "...I can't believe it."

Because, honestly, it doesn't really convey much that you couldn't show through other methods. And, since a pause is silence, placing it at the start of a sentence conveys (in most cases) nothing, as of course there would be silence - the character hadn't started speaking yet.

However, when placed at the end of a sentence, like this:

He muttered, "I can't believe it…"

We report back to the primary purpose of an ellipsis - to convey something has been omitted. Here, the use of the points have created the impression that the character had more to say, but instead trailed off. This is something we do in speech all the time.

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Dashes

To me, dashes are a near-essential part of constructing realistic dialogue; they can be used to present characters' spontaneity, the insertion of impromptu remarks, or a 'take it or leave it' comment that can be considered by the other characters or reader based on context (or what's remembered). For example:

"Well," he said, flipping idly through the pages, "we could go to the city and protest there—that might be too dangerous—or try to rally some support from the neighbouring villages."

That's the (largely) grammatically correct version, though. Since language is made up, punctuation is a lie and readers don't notice nor care, you can do whatever. There, I used the 'em dash' (as opposed to the 'en dash', which is '–', or the hyphen, which is '-'). This is what grammarians and dictionaries tell you to do, but you can totally change whatever you want to suit what you think looks best. Such as putting in an en dash or a hyphen instead, putting spaces between the words and the punctuation mark, or putting marks such as '?' or '!' within the subordinate clause (a relatively-new habit of mine).

As you can tell, I usually put a '-' in writing where I don't have to bother. Like here on this blog.

Overall, dashes are a great way of inserting side-comments and impromptu thoughts, making your characters seem much more natural and alive. Moreover, they can be used to give the effect of stuttering. And, as a bonus, they can also be used to show interruption or a stopped thought. For example:

"But you didn't tell me about—"

"I didn't have to tell you anything."

Personally, I use en dashes for interruptions and em dashes for self-obstructed speech (where the character stops themselves) to indicate the following silence. Punctuation can be used creatively to show whatever effect you want. Experiment and find your style!

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Contractions

This is a short one, since I'll touch on it in part 2, but contractions such as 'don't' and 'I'm' do not necessarily indicate a character, for lack of a better term, isn't posh. I see people try to write characters that are intended to be posh or highly educated all the time and decide the best way to show that through their speech is to omit contractions. In fact, it just makes them sound a bit like a robot. People can still use contractions in speech if they're highly educated, especially in a context where their education or status is not relevant. There are better methods to show a character's personality or upbringing through dialogue, but we'll touch on that later.

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Dialogue Placement

I'm too lazy to think of, or look for, a better term. It's where you put the dialogue, and how much of it you have. Simple as.

Let's be blumt. Don't do this:

He said, "blah blah blah."

She replied, "blah blah blah."

He responded, "blah blah–"

She screamed, "blah blah blah!"

Riveting dialogue, am I right?

Instead, let's try jazz things up. Ensure that your speakers are clear to the reader, that the tone can be understood through either your punctuation, descriptions or dialogue, and you'll be absolutely fine.

Elliot was heartbroken. Taking Elena's hand, he told her, "I can be better, I promise."

"Seriously?" She snapped her hand out from his grip. "If you could be better, then why weren't you better before? Before all this, I– now I don't know what to think."

"But you don't have to think! I'm telling you, Elena, the life we can have–"

"I don't want to hear it!" She screamed, "We're over!"

Even if you replaced that with blahs, it'd probably be a bit more engaging. The content of your dialogue isn't the only thing that matters, it's how it's placed. Here, the placing is diversified; the dialogue is sometimes embedded within the sentence, more so than before, making the words seem a lot more related to the context; a better view of the situation is shown, and we aren't bothering the reader with a constant 'she said, he said' situation. Though, it should be noted that 'said' is your friend, not an enemy.

Also, you know how sometimes in TV you get characters go 'all right!', 'so cool!', 'let's go!, etc, and wonder how much they paid the voice actors to say the same generic one-liner ten times an episode? That happens in writing, too. If it's something generic and unimportant to the plot or adds nothing to the situation, you can describe it instead or leave it out entirely. 

Like how you can say 'he screamed in pain' instead of typing out "AUGSHAHSGEJAJAHHHHHHHAAAAAA!!!"

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Also, a few other, quick things because I am tired:

Every rule of punctuation and grammar, as well as every piece of advice you'll ever be given, can be broken in certain situations. Always take advise and grammar rules into consideration, but recognise when it may be best to break them.

Avoid empty adverbs. These are situational.

E.g. 'She whispered quietly' is empty - the verb 'whispered' already insinuates the action was quiet. Adverbs should add to a description or circumvent expectations, an example being if she 'whispered angrily'. Adverbs are not always necessary.

Please don't overuse dashes and overdo stuttering. I'm looking at you, My Hero Academia Fanfiction writers. This line is directed at you.

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Obligatory 'I'm not a professional, I just do things sometimes and have some education on this'.

Asks are open, and if anyone wants a Pt 2 where I cover considerations in writing dialogue for certain situations, personality traits, etc, feel free to either ask for that in the comments/tags or send an ask in about what specific thing you want covered!

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[wannaeatramyeon]

Lol, been awhile I have talk or ask.

Reading childhood "friend" Goo x reader made me want Gun reacting Goo on the giving y/n a discount and finding it odd.

Wonder if Gun would tease him lol.

Hey Sam! The timeline of the childhood friend fic doesn't quite match up as it would be pre meeting Gun and then you become a couple so that asshole is money hungry but maybe not that much!

Goo Kim x Reader: Generous (feat. Gun Park)

G/N.

"You're generous with Y/N."

Gun says it like it's a statement of fact. Because it is.

An observation given freely by Gun Park is usually right on the money. He's astute and accurate as always.

And that makes Goo want to punch him.

He holds himself back and opts for casual.

"What can I say, I'm a generous guy." He gesticulates with his black card before handing it over to the store assistant. "Wrap it up nice and pretty please, sweetheart."

He gives them a grin. Tones down the wildness, aims for alluring instead of deranged and they blush. Falling hook, line, and sinker.

‘Ah, still got it.’

Goo waits patiently, rocking slightly back and forth as they put his purchase through and carefully package it up.

Goo waits patiently, ignoring Gun's eyes burning into the back of his head. Unsatisfied with his previous non-answer.

Goo waits patiently, even as the assistant is taking ages. Seriously, how long does it take to wrap something and can Gun fucking gawk at him any harder.

He whirls round.

"What."

Gun raises his eyebrow in response as if to say 'what' back, but he stays silent and staring. Goo doesn't miss the minute smirk pulling at his lips though. He reconsiders making a scene and punching him.

Goo stares back. Eyes narrowing behind his glasses with each passing second.

The quiet conversation of other customers, the rustling of tissue paper, all blurring into the background.

Goo stares and stares, lips thinning.

Thinks about the hideous scar hidden behind Gun's sunglasses. How he would like to cut it back open. Add a few more scars on that bastard's body-

"Are you and Y/N," Gun breaks the silence first. It's unusual. Just like Goo with you. The question must have had his curiosity for some time. He takes an uncharacteristic pause as he considers his phrasing, "... together?"

Goo would rather cut off his own tongue than answer Gun. Just out of principle. Yet... even though you aren't here, denying your relationship, your importance to him seems wrong somehow. 

He tries again for evasive instead.

"Why do you want to know?" The blonde waggles his eyebrows at his partner. "You're not my type anyway."

Gun reads between the lines. 

Thinks about the expensive (even by their standards) gift taking a painstakingly long time to wrap. Goo's urgency to rush here and buy it for you. The way he lights up responding to your calls and messages. The increasing frequency he has rejected money making opportunities due to other commitments.

The commitments being you, no doubt.

Gun decides it’s as good as confirmed.

#lookism #lookism manhwa #lookism webtoon #lookism x reader #lookism fic #goo kim #goo kim x reader #kim joongoo x reader #kim joongoo #gun park #wannaeatramyeon #slimesam hits again

[ateezreactionsandscenarios]

Kinktober Day 25 - DILF

Pairing: Kim Hongjoong x Reader

Genre: Smut

CW: None, just some bog standard smut.

Word Count: 3813

Summary: You’ve been hired by Hongjoong, a single father, to babysit his son, but falling for your new boss wasn’t exactly what you expected to happen.

Prompt List               MasterList           Kintktober 2022           Buy me a Coffee

You stood at the door of the address you had scribbled down on the small piece of paper in your hand, your nerves started to get the better of you in this moment, it was only a babysitting job so you had no idea why you were so nervous but it was that bad you almost walked back home. 

“Come on, get a grip it’s not like you’re going to die.” You quietly say hyping yourself up. With a deep breath you calm your shaking hands and knock on the door. Small shuffles could be heard from the other side before the door handle started to fidget and open. You were taken aback seeing as no one met your line of sight but upon looking down you were greeted with a bright eyed toddler. 

“Why hello there.” You coo kneeling down to his height. 

“Are your parents home.” 

“Daddy!” The small child shouted out while padding off in search of their father.

“Sungho, what did I tell you about opening the front door.” The father lightly scolded the child that was now in his arms as he approached the door. 

“I’m sorry about my son, how can I help?” The man chuckled. 

“Are you Mr Kim, I think I spoke with you on the phone about the babysitting job.” His eyes widened a little almost as if he forgot about the whole thing. 

“Oh yes, Y/n right? Of course come in.” He said stepping to one side letting you in through the door and placing the child back down. 

“Go on and play for a little bit, daddy needs to speak to this nice lady for a few minutes.” And with a small nod from the child he was gone. 

The man opened the door to his, by your guess, study. You were in awe at how organised he seemed to be, nothing was out of place, files organised alphabetically and the calendar on his desk was colour coded. 

“Take a seat.” He gestured to the two small armchairs in front of you. 

“You have a lovely place Mr Kim.” You state breaking the silence. 

“Thank you and please call me Hongjoong, I don’t feel the need for formalities.” You nod feeling slightly lees tense but still a little on edge. 

“Have you ever had a babysitting job before?” 

“No this is the first one I applied to, I’m in university so I needed to fond something to make a little bit of money on the side and I love kids so why not make money from something I love.” Your statement made him smile, you were honest and he liked that a lot and from the brief interaction you had with Sungho moments earlier he could see you were genuine about you like towards children. 

Hongjoong ran through some questions with you he felt would be important, stuff like if you have a criminal record, if you drive, if you can cook, ect and your answers were ticking all of his boxes. 

“Well Y/n, you seem to be a perfect fit for the job and I’d love to take you on, but there is one more test you will have to go through.” Your heart sank a little, you were so close but what if you messed it all up with this next test? 

“I might like you but we need to see if Sungho likes you, after all he’ll be the one spending the most time with you.” You sighed a little in relief, you were great with kids so you were confident that Sungho would love you. 

Following Hongjoong into the living room you see Sungho dancing in front of the TV to baby shark and your heart completely melted. 

“Sungho, Y/n is here to play with you for a little bit while I made some phone calls, be good okay.” Sungho smiled up at his father before focusing his attention on you pulling you by your hand to play with him. 

The next half an hour consisted of you dancing with Sungho and playing various games he thought up with his toys. Hongjoong on the other hand had not made any phone calls in that time, he spent the half an hour sitting in his study with the door cracked open just enough to hear your interactions and it was safe to say he was very happy with what he was hearing, Sungho hadn’t stopped giggling a squealing with excitement since he left the room. The sounds did make his heart ache a little, he missed hearing his son laugh like this, being a single father was difficult especially with a job as demanding as his own, he was just glad that right now Sungho was happy and he was able to whiteness it. 

“Daddy!” Sungho shouts running over to Hongjoong who’d just emerged into the room. 

“How’s my little champ doing, are you having fun?” Sungho nodded excitedly pointing in your direction. 

“My monster just beat her robot!” A chorus of explosion sounds came from Sungho as he tried to tell his father about the epic battle the two of you just had. 

“It was a pretty close fight but my robot wasn’t strong enough.” You laugh raising your hands in surrender smiling at Sungho who was still reliving the game. 

“I’m going to say you had fun with Y/n, is that right?” Hongjoong asked kneeling down to Sungho. 

“Loads of fun!” 

“Would you be happy then if I asked Y/n to come over and play with you while I’m at work?” Sungho’s eyes lit up as he tugs lightly on your sleeve, pleading eyes looking up at you begging you to agree to play with him more. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.” Words could not describe the joy you were feeling and for once you couldn’t wait to start working.

~

A month had gone by since you’d started babysitting Sungho and so far it was the best decision you’d ever made Hongjoong and Sungho made you feel welcome and like they’d known you for years, it was no chore watching Sungho and if anything you found yourself being more excited than him when it came you your shift. The job had it’s perks, you were paid to be a child, you were paid any petrol money if you decided to take Sungho out for the day and Hongjoong let you have free roam of the apartment letting you help yourself to anything at any time. The other benefit of the job that you soon came to notice was apart from your boss being incredibly handsome (which you were sure to take a mental note of the minute you met him for the first time.) he was also very generous and caring towards you, even when he had a day off and didn’t need you to babysit for him he invited you to go to the park with him and Sungho or simply come over for a movie day, he treated you more like a friend than just some girl who babysat his kid a handful of times a month.

Today was another day where Hongjoong had invited you out with him and Sungho, they were planning on going to the park and then for some ice cream but all morning Sungho had nagged and nagged his father asking if you were going with them until he gave in and called you. Walking down the woodchip path towards the small play area your ears were met with cheerful shouts and the sound of small footsteps. 

“Y/N!” Sungho came running up to you clinging to your leg like a small koala. 

“How are you little guy? Where’s your daddy?” You ask picking him up and lightly pinching his cheeks making him laugh hysterically. 

“Mister over here has been nagging for you all morning.” Hongjoong laughed seeing you walk up to him. 

“He refused to do anything until I at least called you.” You giggle turning your face back to the small child.

“Were you pestering daddy again.” Sungho nods with an expression full of victory. 

“Good.” You set him back down and watched as he ran off to play with some of the other children in the park. 

A few moments go by and you and Hongjoong got yourselves caught in deep conversation while Sungho was busy playing. 

“Hongjoong, can I ask you something?” His head tilts a little waiting for you to ask. 

“Please tell me if I’m over stepping any boundaries here but I was wondering where Sungho’s mother is, I’ve never met her so I was just curious if she was still in the picture.” A sigh left Hongjoong as his eyes dropped a little looking over to his son who was oblivious to the current conversation. 

“I’m sorry I shouldn’t have asked.” You quickly say reading how he reacted. 

“No, no it’s okay you’re bound to find out one day anyway. Me and Sungho’s mother split up 2 years ago, it was pretty  messy we were always arguing and in the end we thought it was best to go our sperate ways. I guess it was good timing I’d rather us have split when we did than any later, Sungho doesn’t remember any of it so to him all of this is normal. She was going to have full custody of him but after we got around to finally having a civil chat she agreed to co-parent with me, having him for 1 week at a time.” 

You were surprised as to how comfortable Hongjoong felt telling you all of this, it was a sensitive subject and he was still hurt about it even if it was a tiny bit. You nod in understanding placing a comforting hand on his arm. 

“You’re a great dad Hongjoong, Sungho talks about all the adventures he’s been on with you both in real life and in games.” He laughs at the mention of the games he plays with his son, some of them replaying in his head. 

“He’s a good kid, in an ideal world I’d spend every minute of every day with him, but hey we don’t live in an ideal world so I’ll make the most of what I have.” Your heart was aching for him, you wanted to wrap your arms around him and tell him everything will be okay, but right now you didn’t feel like over stepping another boundary today. 

“Thank you Y/n, really.” you look at him confused, what had you done for him to tank you? 

“You’ve made Sungho really happy over this last month, he loves spending time with you and honestly so do I.” Hongjoong placed a hand lightly on your thigh before looking at you again. 

“So thank you Y/n, for making him and me happy.” His sincerity had you all choked up you would have started crying if it wasn’t for Sungho running over to the two of you. 

“Can we get ice cream now?” He asks with a pouty lip and big eyes. 

“Of course we can champ, come on then lets go.”

The walk back home was a short one but with all the playing and the crash from his sugar high Sungho was wiped out so you offered to carry him on your back the rest of the way home and that’s where he fell asleep, drooling a little on your shoulder not that you minded at all. You set him down on the couch watching as he stirred in his sleep before curling up into a ball and settling. 

“Shit is that the time?” Hongjoong whispers to himself grabbing Sungho’s backpack and filling it with a few things. 

“What’s up?” You ask going over to help him. 

“Sungho’s mother will be here to pick him up in 15 minutes, I didn’t even realise it was that late.” You were both thankful Sungho was asleep because that meant you could pack his things for him undisturbed and before you knew it there was a knock at the door. 

“I’ll get it.” You said placing a hand on Hongjoong’s shoulder before walking off. 

“Hi, Sungho is sleeping but come on in.” You said answering the door to the woman who you guessed was the mother. She looked a little puzzled but followed you anyway. Smiling at her sleeping son she turned to you. 

“I’m assuming you’re the famous Y/n that Sungho has been telling me about.” You felt a little blush cover your cheeks, you knew he loved having you around but to talk about you to his mother was something else. 

“Yes I am, Hongjoong hired me a month ago to watch Sungho when he’s at work and he’s been a pleasure, he’s such a good kid.” You were pleasantly surprised as to how nice she seemed, even if Hongjoong didn’t exactly paint a very good picture of her to you earlier that day. 

“Come on champ, Mom’s here to pick you up.” Hongjoong cooed gently nudging his shoulder to wake him up but only having minimal effects. 

 ~

Now with Sungho gone for another week the apartment felt too quiet now and you weren’t used to it. You decided to stick around a little longer to help Hongjoong tidy up all of Sungho’s things and put everything back in order the way you knew he liked it. 

“There.” You say dusting your hands off looking around at the now spotless living room. 

“I guess with no child for me to look after I should head home.” You chuckle going to pick up your bag. 

“Wait.” Hongjoong stopped you before you took another step. 

“Stay a bit longer if you want, I enjoy your company too.” He said placing a hand on your arm. You debated with yourself over it, at least when Sungho was around you were distracted from the thoughts of Hongjoong that usually flooded your brain but now the two of you were alone with no distractions you were nervous. 

“I really don’t want to come across as too forward but the last month had made me realise how much I miss company and lately yours has been one of my favourites.” He steps a little closer to you closing the gap inch by inch making your heart beat out of your chest. 

“I love having you around, I just wish you could stay a little longer.” And with that it was like something took over Hongjoong, his body reacting faster than his brain, moving on its own closing the gap between you catching your lips with his. It was a quick kiss but the lingering feeling burned your lips. 

“Shit I’m so sorry, I guess I’m the one over stepping boundaries today.” He chuckled nervously rubbing the back of his neck. He would have backed off if your hands hadn’t found their way to his face pulling him in for a deeper, longer kiss. The kiss wasn’t what you expected it to be, it was full of need and not just from you, it was like Hongjoong had been thinking the same thoughts as you this whole time. Your back hit the wall with a bit of force which made you gasp against his lips. Your mind was spinning with the way Hongjoong’s lips moved against your own, the way his whole body pinned you to the wall and how his fingers dug into your hips pulling you impossibly close to him. 

With slow movements his hands made their way under your shirt, the pads of his fingers burning your skin with the lightest touch. Right now his pace was too slow for your liking, you knew by now you were both on the same page so there was no hesitation from you when your hands rushed to work on the buttons of his shirt, it was evident you were having a little trouble hands working faster than they should and fumbling over every button and your eyes shut as you were still  hypnotized by his lips. With tongues fighting against each other, heavy breathing as you tangle yourselves between items of clothing from trying to tear it from one another, you shift along the corridor to the bedroom, completely letting lose the minute you get through the door. The clothes made a trail from outside the living room to the bedroom, and you were practically bare in front of each other by the time Hongjoong had the chance to lay on the bed, pulling you over him so you straddled his lap. Your lips don't disconnect for no longer than a second, becoming addicted to how good the other tastes on your tongues. 

He didn't intend to end up underneath you, usually loving the way he had some control when he's on top, but the way you grind against his covered erection, the friction causing so much pleasure for the both of you he didn’t care if he was on top or not. He was losing his patience, if he’d have known you’d felt this way then he would have made a move ages ago, so now he was making up for lost time, he needed to feel you. Hongjoong tapped your thigh before breaking the kiss looking at you through glazed eyes. 

“Off.” He commanded with a low voice snapping the waistband of your panties against your hip. You did as you were told in an instant and watching how he rid himself of his boxers in the same fervour as you make your stomach do flips.

Hongjoong might want to get straight to the main show but you on the other hand was having too much fun and wanted to savour this moment for as long as you possibly could. Returning to your previous position, straddling his hips, you lowered yourself down against his cock, running your soaked core along the length of it, quietly moaning against his lips every time his tip brushed against your clit. You could feel how desperate Hongjoong was just from the way his cock twitched under you and the way his chest was rising and falling at uneven intervals. 

“Stop teasing.” He warned biting down on your bottom lip gently making you smile. 

“But why, it’s so much fun.” You smile teasingly making sure to follow up your statement with a particularly slow grind making a groan escape his chest and sending your mind reeling. 

“I said stop teasing.” Hongjoong grips your hips holding you still in place despite your efforts to continue moving. 

“Make me.” 

The moment those two words left your lips you were done for. Tightening his grip on your hips he lifted you off him effortlessly, almost light you weighed nothing. it took him a split second to line himself with your core before pushing you down his length, your moans harmonising with his groans as you both bask in the sensation of him stretching you out. You didn’t need a moment to adjust, by this point you were too far gone, the lust taking over. With the bare minimum help needed from Hongjoong you started to slowly bounce, finding a rhythm you can stick with, the only help you needed was his hands on your hips to keep you sturdy, which right now was doing wonders as your pace picked up, if it wasn’t for his hands being where they were you were sure you’d have lost your balance and fallen on him, ultimately killing the mood. 

So lost in the sensation and the consistent need to keep Hongjoong’s sweet groans spilling from his mouth you didn’t realise how quickly your legs grew tired, your bouncing gradually slowing down and losing rhythm. Hongjoong noticed your slowing pace before you did, with his fingers digging into your hips he held you in place as he relentlessly fucked up into you, the need becoming too much to settle for slow movements, he was desperate for you both to reach your highs and from the way his cock ached he knew he wasn’t too far off.

Hongjoong taking control had your eyes rolling to the back of your head as you flop on top of him, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist hugging you close to his chest feeling how your body trembles with each thrust, and the sound of you moaning his name into his ear only spurred him on even more, thrusting harder and deeper each time until he had your walls clenching around his cock like a vice. Losing composure fast you wanted to warn him how close your orgasm was but nothing came out, your moans turned to pathetic whimpers and whines. 

“It’s okay, go with it, don’t hold back.” Hongjoong cooed into your ear coaxing you to let your orgasm ride through you with no problem, which it did soon after, flipping you over on your back to give him full control, the final thrust before you feel off the edge was delivered straight to your sweet spot hitting it exactly the way you like it to the point you couldn’t have held back your orgasm even of you wanted to.

Your walls fluttering around his cock as you slowly came down from your high helped Hongjoong reach his own, he realised he never thought this far ahead, you both went straight into it not thinking to use protection no word on if you were on the pill or not, nothing to tell him what to do. His orgasm a hair away from being released panic set in resulting in him pulling out, painting your abdomen with his cum. The sight was probably the hottest thing you’d ever seen in your life, the way his body shuddered as he relieved himself over you, his breathing heavy and cheeks flushed pink he looked as breathtaking as ever. 

Falling onto his back next to you he took a few moments to let himself calm down and recover before even thinking of grabbing something to clean you with. You couldn’t help the small chuckle that left you as you lay next to him, everything that just happened replaying through your mind. You hear a small hum next to you as Hongjoong turns his head to look at your smiling face. 

“What’s up?”

“Nothing, that was amazing, but it’s got me thinking?” He cocked an eyebrow at you waiting for you to finish your thought. 

“Do you act this way to all your babysitters?” You joke and the giggle that followed made it clear to him that you were only messing, yet he still decided to give you an answer. 

“Only to the ones I really like.” Now it was your turn to cock an eyebrow at him. 

“And how many have had the privilege?” Rolling on his side to fully face you he cupped your face in his hand pulling himself up so he was only inches away from your lips. 

“Only one.”

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[loaksky]

hi, everyone. i want to be very candid for a moment...

while i still do write for tlou, and plan to officially resume posting at the beginning of march, i’ve pumped the breaks a lot on posting in general because the internet has grown to be quite overwhelming for me.

truthfully, i don’t typically post in response to current events because i’m the kind of person who begins catastrophizing and feeling extremely helpless in light of what is going on in the world, but i think it’s important to hold myself accountable in recognizing that it is such a disgustingly implicit privilege to be able to log off and disconnect once i do get overwhelmed.

palestinian people do not have the privilege to log off and disconnect. and as someone who has an albeit small following in comparison to my peers, even a single person i can urge to take the smallest of actions is one step closer to change.

i've reblogged a few posts about gaza and the genocide going on, but i haven’t made a full or direct statement in hopes of keeping it light-hearted on this blog as i know that often times people use the internet and fanfiction as an escape. but it’d be a disservice not to.

understandably not everyone can donate, but please don’t succumb to the silence. palestine is relying on us to be loud so that they can be heard. share important links, show solidarity by supporting organizations dedicated to helping those in need, have those difficult conversations even if it makes you uncomfortable. do what you can. humanity shouldn’t be circumstantial.

here are a few links to get started:

a carrd compilation curated by other collective of relevant links | click to help palestine

and finally, i know that some of you will part ways with me and this blog after this. any disrespectful comments or asks won’t be entertained and will be deleted. similarly, while i have zero issues losing followers, especially over something as important as this, i do genuinely implore those of you on your way out to truly mull over the state of the world and find it in your hearts to show even a shred of sympathy and compassion to palestinian families, men, women, children, the elderly.

they only seek to live peacefully like the rest of the world does.

#neng's brain ִ ࣪𖤐

[runnning-outof-time]

Hello! Can I request John with "Do you actually love me?"

Hi there @kpoploverxx-12 ! Thanks so much for sending this in! I’m sorry it took so long for me to write it! I hope you like what I did with it! This is my favorite John fic that I’ve written in a long time….it might even be my favorite fic of this celebration. Enjoy! :)

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Part of my 3.5k Celebration — find more stories here!

Exactly Like That

John Shelby x Reader

Warnings: none

Word Count: 683

Summary: Two friends become a something a little more than that when John lets those three words slip.

John and (Y/N) were sitting on the bank of the Cut, like they usually do. They’d gone there nearly every Friday for the last ten years, spare the years when John was away at war. Whenever he’d come home though, they’d somehow find themselves sitting there.

In a way, it became like their therapy. The calming sound of the water flowing became the backdrop that the two would share their goings on to.

It was there that these two became closer to each other than anyone else in their lives.

John just finished telling (Y/N) what was happening in his family. She was the one person who would listen to everything and not tell a soul. She did so because she knew John would do the same for her. They were both thankful for each other in that regard.

“You’ll get through it, John. You always do,” she said to him, a smile forming as she turned to face him. “And hey, if you don’t, I know that I’ve got a handsome amount of money coming my way,” she joked then, cracking up at her own statement.

John couldn’t help but laugh. Her laughter was like music to his ears. It always instantly put him in a better mood. “I love you,” he admitted once his laughter died down and he’d been watching at her as she came down from her fit of giggles from a few moments ago.

“Yeah,” she agreed, not really hearing what he said at first. Silence fell over them as (Y/N) looked down to the water again. Then it clicked. “Do you actually love me?” she asked, a seriousness present in her voice that hadn’t been there seconds ago. This conversation had essentially changed tones on a dime.

“Yeah, course I do,” John responded without a second thought.

(Y/N) froze for a moment, her heart rate quickening. “Yeah, well not like that, right?” she scrambled to ask while mentally telling herself to calm down and not get ahead of herself.

John’s eyes danced over her face for a moment, taking her features in before the slightest smile graced his lips. “No, exactly like that,” he spoke with sincerity, like it was the most important thing he’d ever said.

(Y/N) let out a breath, her eyes going wide as she quickly looked straight again. She was freaking out now, and she didn’t want him to see it. In all their years of friendship, she never thought that things would get to this point…where she’d make her feelings for him known.

Nothing was said as John reached over and gently took hold of (Y/N)’s chin so that he could guide her eyes back to his. They held eye contact for a few moments, the air around them holding this weird tension that neither of them had experienced before.

John just had to break it. “I love you, (Y/N). Have since you and I was kids,” he told her, speaking softly due to their proximity, but she heard every word clear as day. She also didn’t miss his eyes as they flitted down to her lips. There was no hesitation in her moving the slightest bit closer to him, showing him that she wanted exactly what he wanted. He licked his lips before continuing, “…been wantin’ to do this for a long time too,” he breathed, giving her no time to respond - if she even wanted to - before he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers.

The kiss felt exactly like those kisses that are described in the romance novels…the ones that sweep people off of their feet. (Y/N) was thankful that they were sitting, because otherwise she wasn’t sure if she could trust her legs to hold her up.

“I love you too, John,” she breathed against his lips once they broke the kiss. Her eyes were closed, but she was able to feel his smile, and that alone made her smile. Nothing else was said as their lips met again…nothing more was needed to be said.

**tags in reblogs so that hopefully they get sent

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[local-crying-boy]

Hi!i don't know if your ask is open,but if you feel like it,could we maybe get a Viktor with an s/o who preffers staying up and working as well unless he comes to bed with them?

Not Without You.

Gender Neutral! Reader X Viktor

A/N: You asked and I shall deliver :D

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Pairing: Viktor X Gender Neutral!Reader

Genre: One-Shot, fluf, established romantic relationship

Warnings: Short fic

Summary: After a long day of work, Viktor expects you to go to sleep due to the late hour, but you refuse to unless he comes up with you.

Word Count: 700

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Translations:

My dove = мой голубь

I love you = Я тебя люблю

I love you too = Я тоже тебя люблю

Love = любовь

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The two of you sat in almost complete silence, the only sound that echoed throughout the room was the scratching of pencils on paper. It was well into the night, you both knew that, the sounds of faint chatter and footsteps from outside of the lab were no longer heard.

You wondered when Viktor was going to leave, hoping that your boyfriend was actually going to go to his room this time. You didn’t mind the company, since you’d often stay up, but also worried for how how sleep Viktor was actually getting.

Viktor glanced at the clock, then turned to you, "It's late, you should be getting to your room."

You chuckled at him, "You should be heading up too, Viktor."

"Well, I have important work to be doing." He quickly said, "You know how much I have to do." He meant no malice in his statement, he had no intention to come off rude and you knew that, he was just stating a fact that you both knew.

"Then I'll stay with you and help, I'm your assistant, remember?" You smiled, pulling your chair closer to him and looking over his work, "We can split it, I have nothing to do. In all honesty, I finished my work about half an hour ago and was only proof reading it."

Viktor looked at you with concern, "любовь, you should get rest, it is important you take care of yourself."

“Not without you.” You simply said, smiling as you put your arms on the desk leaning on it as you looked at him, “Now either we can finish this now, or we head up to bed now and leave it for the morning.”

Viktor stared at you with narrowed eyes. He couldn't just abandon this important work because you wouldn't go to your room without him, right? It wasn't like he wanted to prioritise his work over his love for you, but sometimes he really did question if the work he and Jayce were doing was too important to ignore.

"You work to hard, love." You said gently, your voice as sweet as honey to his ears. "You can take a break, no body is asking you to work until you drop dead."

He had let out a small huff of air, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut for a few moments. This would have been seen as a moment of annoyance to some, but with Viktor's often exhausted appearance, you've learnt over the years that it was just him being so tired that his eyelids felt too heavy to keep open.

'A sign he should take a break' you've told him several times throughout the time you have, not only worked with him, but dated him.

Viktor took a few moments to reply, he looked over at you with a small expression of shock, he sighed quietly. "You won't go to your room unless I do too, will you?"

You grinned at him, your usual bright smile that Viktor loved to see. "No, no I will not."

He let out a small smile, but you knew that a part of him just wanted for you to go to bed so that you didn’t end up developing unhealthy sleeping habits similar to his.

He shook his head as he muttered quiet words under his breath that you couldn’t make out, but you knew they wouldn’t hold any malice since you could still see that smile pulling on his lips. He stood up, hauling himself up with his cane and looked up at you.

“Come on, then.” He said with a quiet sigh, his ever so small grin still remaining on his face.

You smiled over at him and stood from your chair, walking over to the door with him on your right. The soft sound of the bottom of his cane hitting the floor and both of your shoes clicking against the ground being the only thing you could hear for a few moments.

You then turned to him with a big smirk plastered on your lips, a smile that he would never be able to get enough of. "I knew I could make you cave in."

"Congratulations, мой голубь." Viktor said with a quiet laugh. "You've bested me, then."

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[h-doodles]

BREAKING MY SILENCE!!!

sorry im late but i was spamming one bestie with some more analysis thoughts on the borb while half scrolling through my fyp bc i do curate my experience ya know. BUT YOU GUYS. EVERYONE TAKE SEVERAL STEPS BACK AND A DEEP BREATH.

@oneginn I get your point and your post and I respect that, and I personally apologize for the boundaries that were set off with regards to some of my reblogs! I do recognize romanticizing toxic behaviors is BAD and a point of extreme concern, especially in real life! HOWEVER, at the same time, like you said! exploring and liking the darker themes are a thing, and fundamentally, people expressing their thoughts about it is part of the process, especially when writing about it in fiction. I believe that as long we do recognize the proper warnings AND DO give warnings, it's perfectly sane for people to post whatever in our personal blogs. Not to mention that while fiction has the ability to influence reality, some times fiction IS just fiction, and saying this from a place of love: IT'S NOT ALWAYS THAT DEEP. Sometimes the girlies just want some unhinged absolute gratitious smut, some girlies want the most heart wrenching traumatizing angst, some people want the most rancid and unhealthy parts to see how worse they can go, and some girlies want the soft slice of life absolute peaceful fluff AND that's why fiction is great, it can contain ANYTHING! Of course, it is still important to keep a critical lens on everything we read, but it's also important to keep in mind that it's a space where people can explore their boundaries SAFELY.

@shortstrawberry GIRL. when you said that i couldn't help but agree for a hot moment, bc EVERYONE needs a chill pill. But at the same time the arguement that it's just fiction isn't gonna cut it, bc there are too many flavors of fiction for people NOT to react. Thus, my earlier statements: that Fiction is a safe place to explore one's thoughts, no matter how dark it gets, but at the same time we have the responsibility in learning to recognize that there are still certain critical thinking we MUST do in order to properly handle such things. Not everyone is comfortable in what we create, and thus warnings need be applied. But otherwise, it's free real estate!!!

ALSO ough what anyone writes OR creates doesn't reflect their mental health or mental state!!!!!!!!! please you guys. sometimes exploring the possibilities is just that. EXPLORING. it doesn't mean the creator is a monster or a freak for making it. all content is a piece of artistic rendition, and just because the message is unpalatable to your senses doesnt mean it's garbage, nor of need to be censored. If you don't like it, simply click block and go!!!!!

As for the rest of the reblogs in the respective posts. Y'ALL. you dont WANT to start the kinkshaming discourse. But i'm on the side of NO kink shaming. As long as it's safe, sane, and consensual, who are YOU to judge the people involved? ... Don't forget the roots of the queer community. Our lifestyle was just kink to the majority then, and still is perceived by many conservatives as such. LEARN.

#i might have lost all braincells needing to type this out while monitoring the replies but dear miranda you guys. #personal.txt #resident lover

[viridianevergarden]

So it seems that one of the main gripes that antis have about elriel is the way Azriel worded his big question to Rhys. That the way he said it screams entitlement to Elain? I’m going to break this down a little.

"The Cauldron chose three sisters. Tell me how it's possible that my two brothers are with two of those sisters, yet the third was given to another."

I really don’t think anything is wrong here.

Consider how Azriel is for a moment. He is of a more sophisticated character and he talks that way normally. The sentence is structured poetically, yes? Azriel is of a poetic sort, as we have seen on many occasions.

Azriel is referring entirely to the numerical imbalance that is present between the 3 to 3 ratio because that’s what it is. A numerical imbalance. Thats why Elain is referred to as “the third”. Weren’t Nesta and Feyre referred to as the “two”?

But it’s only wrong that he referred to Elain as the Third? Okay.

He wasn’t specifically referring to the sisters individually. He was referring to them alongside his brothers as a group. Of course she is the Third, because that is what she is. You’d think an English class would teach that.

This doesn’t mean that he sees her as an object.

Its quite the opposite that he sees her as such, given the fact that this man -across 4 books- has risked life and limb for her, spent time with her, gave her his dagger for her own safety that no one else has ever touched, actively sought her out on many occasions, and defended her against Nesta and *Lucien? Come on now. Let’s be real.

*Voicing that she doesn’t even want him in the BC is a defense in her stead.

No one does all that to slip under someone’s dress or get into their pants. Across 2 years mind.

The “given to another” line really isn’t serious just like the aforementioned.

She practically was given to another. She was thrown at Lucien, as per Lucien’s pov, since he’s oh so important. The cauldron shackled her to him as he is to her. It’s merely an observation. No entitlement.

The way Azriel spoke about Lucien regarding the blood duel, fighting him and beating him, etc. People think that Azriel is screaming entitlement by merely stating that he’d beat him? Oh lord. After Rhys and the narration confirmed that it was true? Spending precious page space to make that known?

Not entitlement. Merely stating the obvious, an observation just like the rest. A truth that SJM was trying to convey.

And don’t start with the “He’S a HiGhLoRd’S sOn, He’D bEaT AzRiEl.” Respectfully, silence. Highlord power is passed on by the death of the current highlord. Highlord esc dominance ≠ highlord power. SJM spent page space to make the fact that Az would win known, get over it.

Then they have the matter of “well why didn’t he fight Rhys back and confess his love for Elain then?”

There’s three answers I can give:

This is a BC, he won’t do that until it’s in a book that he actually stars in as a main character, which obviously is the next installment.

Azriel, as a person, feels he should not love her. That he does not deserve her. That he taints her very being. And that she is too good for him and Lucien. So that statement would be completely out of character for him to do so here. This man hates himself so much that he feels he doesn’t have the right or reason to fight for his love for Elain. So he won’t.

Rhysand himself.

The explanation on Rhysand:

Rhys shut him down as soon as he walked in

Taunted and antagonized him

Threw wild assumptions at him

Instigated

Threatened him

And then immediately proceeded to shut him out

He effectively gave no room for Azriel to open up. He didn’t even ask Azriel what was happening or what he felt. It was an immediate attack as soon as he walked into the office.

“Are you out of your mind?”

Being shut down instantly

“What of Mor?”

Antagonized and taunted

“you think you deserve to be her mate?”

Wild assumption

“So you’ll what? Seduce her away from him?”

Instigated + assumption

“Snarl all you want. But if I see you panting after her again, I’ll make you regret it.”

A threat

“Get out.”

And shutting him out

After throwing knives of assumptions at Azriel, trying to bait him with Mor, he threatened him and then kicked him out.

Rhysand is at fault for not creating a safe space for his brother to explain. Azriel merely gave him curt answers in response because that’s all he allowed him to do.

It’s only salt in the wound that we know that Rhys knows of Azriel’s self worth/esteem issues and still treated him this way. But given the time this BC took place, I’m cutting Rhys some slack.

Again, keep in mind that Azriel won’t fight for his love because he feels he has no right or reason to. Not right now.

Could his question about the sisters and the cauldron have been worded better? Sure. I think it was worded well enough though because it explicitly states the disparity that he sees in a logical fashion.

Azriel isn’t entitled, he doesn’t feel entitled.

The irony of it is that some people think he is all the while the man feels as though he doesn’t even deserve to be in any close proximity to Elain. To be around her and to see her light.

People fail to consider the emotional and mental state of Elriel, completely ignoring their words that made it so obvious of what they’re thinking and feeling and wanting all so they can determine what they want them to do instead.

Very ironic indeed.

#The irony that surrounds Elriel and their haters is insane #Literally everything they think and feel in the books is interpreted the exact opposite of what they are saying #every damn time #elriel #acotar #pro elriel #pro azriel #azriel shadowsinger #elain x azriel

[buthowboutno]

Every once in a while I’ll remember how Casey Jr greeted sweetums like an old friend or someone similar, and now I’m just wondering if sweetums was an uncle/auntie figure to him, and if he’s ever told anyone else about how they (probably) would have been married to donnie

*looks at the snippet i just traumatized my kofi supporters with and looks back*

well, uh

you see

.....

it's been a long hiatus, might as well just show y'all (BLAME @raccoon-robyn FOR THIS. MINOR SPOILERS FOR THE BAD FUTURE REVEAL)

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“I presume your night with Cassandra went well,” Donnie said, elbows deep in another SHELLDON drone. A few years ago it would’ve been unheard of to retrieve them after the Kraang shot them down. Nowadays, the Rebellion was scrounging for parts anywhere they could get them. 

You squinted at him and handed him a 5/16th’s wrench, ��We were on lookout, Dee-dee, it’s not like we were off to the Bahamas.” 

Donnie rolled his eyes and took the wrench from you, “I didn’t know that lookout entailed making out against the walls of the compound.”

You paused, taking in Donnie’s body language. Everything about him read neutral, but you knew him better than that. He was your best friend for Christ’s sake. You knew all of his tells. Everything from the set of his jaw to the way he gripped the wrench told you what you needed to know about that statement.

“I don’t see how it's any of your business,” you replied coolly.

“You’re threatening the safety–”

“That’s not what you’re mad about and you know it,” you cut him off, “And I thought we agreed to stop having this conversation.”

Donnie huffed at you, “I am your commander, it is my duty to know when you are off task.”

“Fifteen minute breaks are mandatory for late night surveillance,” you argued, “You’re the one that put that policy in place.”

“You are expected to stay vigilant at all times, regardless of being on a break.”

“You just wish it was you pressing me against the wall,” you said flatly. You stared Donnie in the eyes, not faltering once while you took his wrench and exchanged it for a flathead screwdriver. Even while fighting, the two of you were never any less in sync.

The both of you had been… fighting a lot more recently.

“That’s not even remotely related to this conversation,” Donnie said, tearing his eyes from yours. You didn’t miss the blush peeking out under his mask, despite how nonchalant he was acting.

“That is the conversation, Donatello,” you said, running your hand through your hair. They came out dirtier than they started with how saturated your hair was with grease and motor oil, “You said you didn’t love me, I’m trying to move the fuck on.”

“That’s not–” Donnie cut himself off with a groan, pulling his arms out of the machinery. He breathed in deeply, moving his hands to his sides, “That’s not what I said.”

“Remind me, then,” you said as you crossed your arms in between you, “Remind me about all the responsibilities and tasks and the goddamn rebellion that has to come first. Remind me how your big-headed importance keeps you from being with me.”

“Because it does! This, all of this–” Donnie gestured to the shop around you, filled to the brim with machinery and future projects the two of you only hoped to have the parts for, “is bigger than us, sweetums. I don’t see how–”

“Do not ‘sweetums’ me right now, Don,” you cut him off. You balled your hands up into fists and sighed, “I don’t… understand why you’re so dead set on making yourself a martyr, but that doesn’t mean I have to be, too.”

“I’m not–” Donnie cut himself off with a growl, gripping the inner edge of the drone’s plating. Once, when you were younger, Donnie had crushed a sheet of titanium with his bare hands just to win a bet against you. You wondered if the drone would bear the same marks after you and Donnie were done fighting.

The two of you stood there in silence, glowering at each other with matching expressions. 

In the decade and a half that you and Donnie had worked together, you had only lost a stand-off twice. The two of you had enough stubbornness for the entire resistance, but your will to be a shit just barely surpassed Donnie’s.

As per usual, Donnie broke first.

Not as per usual, you saw tears start to form at the corners of Donnie’s eyes.

“I can’t,” Donnie croaked out. 

The small victory you won was quickly pushed out of mind when you realized how close he was to tears. You felt yourself soften then, immediately reaching out to grab Donnie up into your arms. Your hands fisted into his dirty tank top and you bit the inside of your cheek as you tried to squash the guilt of your chest.

There was too much to cry about, these days. You didn’t want to be one of Donnie’s reasons.

“I can’t,” he repeated, letting out a shaky sigh as he tugged you close to his plastron, “If I… let myself love you, then everything else be fucking damned.”

“Dee…”

“If I let myself love you and something happened to you? I would tear the whole world apart to get you back,” Donnie said, his hands grabbing at the back of your shirt in a desperate act to hold onto you tighter. The teenage Donatello you first met would barely high-five you. The Donnie you had in your arms now held you like his life depended on it, “But I can’t. I have my brothers, the entire damn resistance counting on me. I don’t– I can’t afford to have you.”

“I know, Don, I know,” you said, squeezing him within your arms, “I’m being a dick about this.”

Donnie sighed, “It doesn’t mean it’s any easier to see you with someone else, though.”

“Would it make you feel better if I told you it was a one-time thing?” you asked, “Cass and I talked this morning, we agreed that it wouldn’t happen again.”

“Then why did you do it?” Donnie asked, the hurt still evident in his voice. 

You’d allow that, you decided.

You shrugged against him, feeling shy now, “She was there, I guess. Cas is a fucking smokeshow, don’t get me wrong, but… she’s not you.”

You put your hand to Donnie’s face and wiped away a tear that had managed to fall. Donnie leaned into your hand, a rare show of vulnerability you haven’t seen in, well, years. The two of you rarely shared this much physical affection beyond squeezing onto the workshop cot together when it got too late to head back to the sleeping quarters.

“I love you,” you said plainly, going back in for the hug and tucking your face against his chest. He stiffened the way he always did when you said those three words, but you kept trudging on, “And I’m sorry I keep pushing you like this. I just… I wish that we didn’t have to meet in the fucking apocalypse. I wish we had at least a few months together in the normal world before the Kraang decided to screw things up for us.”

“You have no idea,” Donnie said. He rested his cheek on the top of your head, “I would’ve liked to take you for a movie.”

“I would have pegged you as a bowling alley first date type of guy,” you replied, bringing a hand up to grab at his neck. Just to hold. Just to feel the texture of his scales beneath your fingers Just to know the two of you were as okay as you were ever going to be, “Show off your skills and spend the entire night trying to get me to stroke your ego.”

Donnie snorted, grabbing your hand from his neck and pressing his mouth against your palm. 

It wasn't even a kiss, really, but it had your heart clenching in a way that you hadn't felt in years. The tears that formed in the corner of your eyes finally fell down your cheeks as you softly hiccupped.

Donnie churred soothingly and wiped them away with a gentle care that he reserved for you, only for you. The two of you sat there in silence again, not wanting to move away but not having an excuse to keep holding each other like that.

You coughed in your hand, making the first step to let Donnie go. His hands reluctantly let go of your shirt and the two of you stood awkwardly in the middle of the workshop and refused to make eye contact with each other.

“So,” you said, breaking the silence first for the third time in fifteen years, “we’re not in love.”

“That’s not–”

“That’s the only decision,” you said resolutely, “Agonizing over each other is as big of a distraction as being in love, so we can’t do either.”

Donnie opened his mouth and closed it. He spent one, two moments looking intently at your face before sighing with a shake of his head, “I suppose you’re right.”

“I always am,” you said with a humor you didn’t feel. You wiped a hand over your face, no doubt getting more grease all over your skin, “Anyways… the drone? Still gotta finish installing the navigation system.”

Donnie nodded, accepting the wrench you handed him.

In another life, you could have had this. 

The thought of it had granted you many sleepless nights. What would the world be like with a Donatello that didn’t have to hold you at an arm’s length? Where you could have met him at some mundane coffee shop instead of a last minute rescue from Metro Tower? Maybe even a world where even the tiniest exchange of touch didn’t have to mean so damn much.

(You’d like to have your arm back, if anything else.)

You returned the soft smile Donnie gave you when you already had the soldering iron ready and a brush full of flux ready to assist him.

You supposed that Donnie was worth it, regardless of how you got to have him.

#atwlp #donnie x reader #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt #rottmnt donatello #donatello x reader #rottmnt donnie x reader #rise donnie x reader #rottmnt fanfiction #fanfic

[lizziecanrailme]

『First Love/Late Spring』

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Summary: Wanda is renewing her feelings of past events.

Warning: Insecurities | grieving | westview mentions | Wanda is a sad girl |

A/N: The title is inspired by “First Love/Late Spring” by Mitski.

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Wanda let out a shaky breath, turning on her side. Her body shuttered as she woke up from anything nightmare, a memory.

A memory of westview.

Where she hurt so many people.

Where she lost her family.

It’s been years since westview, since the horrific incident took place.

It was suppose to be a town where she and vision grew old together. Where they’d have a happy life as a couple, as parents, maybe even grandparents.

But of course that didn’t happen. It was taken away from her.

For once she wished she could have something for herself. She wished she could just be happy.

She tried to push those feelings down, because she’s moved on. She has you.

So why couldn’t she let go?

Why couldn’t she just forget about it. Actually move on and be happy with what she has.

She’d never understand

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You sighed as you entered you & wanda’s home. You both moved in together a couple months back. Wanda has been distant recently, which you didn’t judge her for. Everyone needed space sometimes, especially her. After all she’s went through, she needed her times of thinking.

When you heard complete silence, you weren’t exactly worried. You were just a little uneasy, so you put your stuff down and went to the bedroom. As you watched through the corridor, you heard little sniffles and muffled sobs. Eyebrows immediately furrowing, you put a pep in your step.

Once you reached the door that was cracked open, you peeked inside. Your face forming a sympathetic look. You lightly knocked on the door, so she was aware of your presence.

Her body froze, her breathing making an attempt to slow down. You entered the room, slowly making your way to her.

The bed creaked when you sat on it. You just sat there, looking at her with uncertainty. A few minutes passed before she turned to you. Her eyes were puffy and red, along with her face. Tears tracks are dried on her face.

It was a heartbreaking sight, seeing her so vulnerable. Even after all the times you’ve seen her emotions exposed, it always made your heart break. Soon her voice broke the silence, “I miss them.” It was a clear statement.

Her boys, oh, how precious they sounded. From all the stories she told of them, they must’ve been amazing kids.

She didn’t talk of vision much, unless you asked. You never felt jealous when she spoke of him. He was her first love, even if he was a synthezoid. He made her feel loved and important, he was and still is a major part of her life.

“All I wanted was him, all I wanted was a family.” she said. You didn’t say anything, wanting her to continue. “That’s all I wanted, but I was hurting people in the process.”

Shes talked about westview before, about how the accident changed a lot in her life. About how she hurt people, how she was hated by them. She has hurt people, but you still loved her.

It was complicated for Wanda, she wondered how you could love her. After all the pain she caused.

“Yes you’ve hurt people, but you tried to fix the situation. You’ve made mistakes, but who hasn’t? And besides, in the end you let them go, because you knew it was wrong.”

That’s what you said the last time you both had this conversation. It gave her some reassurance, but she wasn’t so sure now.

“Wanda, I know I can’t convince you to love yourself. But I want you to know that I love you. No matter how many mistakes you’ve made, I will always be by your side. You’re my whole world, and I hope you know that.”

Wanda was speechless, her eyes burning with tears. Her green eyes stared at you with so many mixed emotions. Much of the despair disappeared from her body, but some remained.

She’s hurt so many people around her, she’s afraid she’ll hurt you. Like she hurt vision, how she hurt the people in Lagos and in westview.

She was dangerous, just like Tony said.

But she loved you so much, how could she hurt you? She’d never hurt you on purpose and she’d never want to on accident. She’d do absolutely anything for you.

She was silent for a while as your words sunk in. She eventually fell forward and buried herself into your stomach. You smiled slightly, bringing your lips down to her forehead, giving her multiple kisses. This action wasn’t much, but to her it was everything.

Vision might’ve been her first love.

But you’re her late spring.

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How to study productively: In the Library

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As experience taught me and many people, the library is a fantastic place to study in, especially for those living in dorms with chaotic roommates.

Don't get me wrong, chaotic can be good, but not when you're trying to finish that math set, or that literature paper.

So where do we go? The library is a pretty safe choice, but how do you actually study productively there? Even the library isn't free from distractions, especially when crammed with like-minded people trying to find a place to study.

Whether it's the obnoxiously loud laptop key tapping, grating coffee slurping, frustrated sighs and the occasional sound of someone's head slamming against their books (pretty common actually, especially in the med library), the library can be full of distractions, even more so when it's quiet.

For some reason, the quieter the place, the louder the distraction.

Here's my guide to studying effectively in the library, regardless of whether you're alone or squished together with other people like a can of sardines.

Headphones, earbuds, airpods, earplugs - if it blocks noise, it's your bff

If you prefer listening to music whilst studying, whether it's swedish rock, white noise, classical piano or acid jazz - you're no stranger to blocking out noise, so continue confidently.

If you absolutely hate any type of noise and need 100% silence to focus, then still wear some type of earbuds or headphones. It might not remove the noise completely (or it might depending on the quality), but it's much better than being subjected to an entire plethora of sound.

2. Dress comfortably - save the cute fits for actual class.

"Dress comfortably" - one of the most vague statements I have ever heard of. Pjs? Sweatpants? Leggings? Whatever comfortable means to you, wear it.

Chances are you'll be in the library from morning until the evening during exam week, so comfy and loose trousers are the way to go.

3. Don't study with your friends unless it's a verbal exam or a group project.

Sit away from each other, preferably on different tables or even floors but always get together during breaks to have a quick catch-up.

Sitting together means that you'll end up distracting each other and turn a would-be productive study session into a chill hangout. It's important to make time for friends, but not when you're trying to study!

I made the mistake of trying to study with a friend in our uni library during my 1st year, and it ended up with use sending each other cat videos and silently cracking up for 2 hours before our next class. Fun, but not entirely productive.

4. Turn off your phone's wifi when studying.

Don't turn it off completely, because emergencies can happen and you may need to be available. Instead, turning off your wifi gets rid off most notifications, and if it's really that important then they can call you instead.

5. Decide in advance what you'll be studying, and bring the relevant material.

Trying to decide if you want to get started with your history paper or go over your spanish notes and whether you have the right notebook can waste quite a lot of time.

You can easily do that by using or creating a study planner to increase your study productivity, as instead of spending 15 minutes on sorting everything out and making a note in the back of your textbook that you studied this and that, you'll know exactly what to study.

6. Bring snacks and drinks - include enough water! leave the coffee alone!

You'll definitely want to have a proper lunch or dinner or a linner, depending on personal needs, but you don't want to get distracted when you're in the zone.

Here is where snacks and water come in handy. If possible, stick to healthier snacks, but if those aren't available eat whatever works best for you.

And please don't forget ✨water✨.

That headache that you usually get around, say 6ish when you're headed home? Coffee could be the likely culprit, especially if instead of water you've been chugging coffee and energy drinks like ehem, water.

I'm no doctor, but drinking your bodyweight in caffeinated drinks doesn't seem to be too healthy. I get that it's tempting (and i'm definitely guilty of drinking way too much coffe), but your health affects you and your studies. So take care, replace some of that coffee with water, and enjoy some better sleep.

7. Check the library hours.

Some library's are open 09.00-20.00, others have more specific hours, whereas quite a good few are open 24/7. If you're planning an all-nighter, then definitely check the library's working hours. You don't want to be forced to leave just when you've finally managed to get the hang of a particularly difficult concept, so plan accordingly.

8. Switch it up with your seat.

Don't just study at the same spot, try out different locations. Not only can you find the perfect spot, but you'll be more alert as your mind gets used to the new location.

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