#enemies to lovers really is the superior trope i am sorry these are just The Facts

[arminsumi]

Misbehaving

Oneshot | MDNI | Eren

Aboard the zeppelin home to Paradis, you and Eren get a bit heated.

⚠️Cws; spicy SMUT 🌶️, enemies-to-lovers trope, lowkey angst

Notes; fem!reader, reader is implied to be pretty short, canon au

⚠️💦Smut cws; slight dubcon, slight roughplay, creampie, unprotected sex, throatholding/choking, 'i'm a big girl, i can take it' type thing, hate-fucking, mean dirty talk, half-clothed sex

"God damn you." You said to Eren.

He was sat in the secluded compartment of the zeppelin, his gaze plastered on the floor, head tilted forward letting loose strands of hair fall over his face.

You hated his indifference and silence. He was so far removed from the Eren you used to know; a loud-mouthed, enthusiastic comrade. Even though you never really got along with that Eren in the past, the way he was now got on your nerves even more.

"What are you all worked up about?"

You looked at him, appalled. Surely he's joking, right? No, he can't be, even the old Eren wasn't the type to joke around.

"Are you serious? Do you have any idea what you did tonight?" You raged quietly.

He looked at you. "You're not in a position to judge me, so don't even start."

You felt something light up inside you. It took all your strength to refrain from taking after Levi and kicking the boy in front of you.

"You've always had unresolved issues." You sighed, "Who the hell thought any plan would work with you? God damn brat." You spat.

Eren's eyes narrowed, "Since when do you speak like Levi?"

"He is Captain Levi!" You furrow your brows at him, "Don't you address him with that kind of disrespect."

Meanness glinted in his green eyes.

"Sorry, Y/n." He said, missing your title to purposefully disrespect you.

You swallow sharply. You can feel your rage building up in your throat.

"You call me that again and I'll tell the Captain." You said.

Eren suppressed a scoff, "You'll tell the Captain? You sound like a scared little cadet, not an officer." he insulted.

You tried to seem menacing, and stood with your chin held high, close to where he sat. But he was more menacing than you could ever be, even with his legs spread out nonchalantly and his hair sloppily spilling over his face.

"I bet," He piped up, "That underneath this big girl façade, you're scared shitless of me, just like everyone else."

"No way I am!" Your voice cracked, both due to anger and scaredness.

Eren saw your composure was beginning to slip, and rose from his seat to his full height. He looked colossal to you.

"Oh yeah? Are you gonna keep lying to yourself, thinking you're a big girl?" He asked heavily. Traces of sensuality lingered in his tone.

"Yeah..." You tried to retort, but your voice became small.

Eren drew closer to you, his whole aura intimidating you, keeping your eyes wide as if on alert for danger.

"What do you think you're doing? You can't stand up to your superior like this – " You choked up.

"Oh, sorry," Eren's eyes bored into yours, "Am I disrespecting you?" he asked sarcastically.

"Yeah, you damn bastard. You're misbehaving." You strain to speak. He's overpowering you, closing in the distance.

"That's awful." He said, harshly grabbing for your arms and spinning you around.

You let out a gasp and felt your chest collide with the cold walls of the zeppelin.

"Eren!" You scolded, "Let go, I'll be fucking condemned by Levi if I get caught doing this with you here!" You whined.

"That's Captain Levi to you." Eren turned your words on you, "I'll be telling him about how badly you're misbehaving. Really, how can you be this disrespectful to your superiors?"

You felt him pressing close to your body, his hard on pressing into your ass. You just about melted feeling his warmth, you ached to be this close to him, you had to admit, as much as you hated his guts there was something magnetic about him.

"Eren, you dick!" You complained against the wall, feeling your hot breath fan your own face.

He looked down at your little body, pressing tighter against it, "What are you complaining about? You're rubbing against me like you want me."

You couldn't even respond. He was completely right. You were backing up into him, grinding needily against his bulge. Even the slight friction of your tight uniform had you getting hot, and Eren knew it.

"You're getting a bit worked up, huh?" He smirked to himself, "Do you want me?"

"Don't be ridiculous..." You mumble, craning your neck to look up at him from behind.

Just that sight had him throbbing. You could feel his outline pressing into your ass while he stared down at you lustfully.

For a second you decided to put your pride and professionalism aside, and indulged in a dirty, hot kiss with him. His taste was entrancing, it was impossible to stop once you started.

Eren brought two big hands to your body; one held your throat and kept you in this pretty position, and the other played with your thighs. He loved seeing your back arch like that for him, even if he didn't say it.

As soon as his mouth pulled off of yours, he started running it again, "Hey, what was that you were telling me about misbehaving?"

You sighed erotically against him, your body succumbing to the pleasant touch of his fingertips against your clit. He pressed and rubbed in languid circles.

"Don't get quiet on me now, you were so verbal earlier. You surely can't be this weak that a little bit of touching shuts you up?" He spoke venomously in your ear.

"God damn you..." You muttered. He tightened his grasp on your throat, pulling you closer to his firm chest.

"Wanna say that louder?"

You didn't respond, and just looked up into his eyes.

He smirked, and asked you something that he knew would scramble your brain, "Wanna feel it inside?"

Your eyes widened excitedly. He heard your breath get caught in your throat, oh that's cute, he thought, but to you he just looked condescending.

"Is that a yes or no?" He asked flatly.

"Y-yes." You answered in a small voice.

"Mhm, thought so." He chuckled.

His hands impatiently peeled yours and his pants off. You let out a gasp feeling his length rest bare against your ass.

"God damn," Eren commented, feeling how messy and wet you were, "Are you okay?" He asked sarcastically.

"Don't tease, I hate it!" You whined, squirming when his fingers went to play on your clit.

"You mean you love it? You're shaking. Oh, or are you still scared of me? Is that why you're shaking?" He joked.

"Asshole! I'm not scared of you." You responded annoyedly.

"Liar."

He kept playing until suddenly he pressed his hot tip into you. You reactively squirmed to feel more, so he placed his hand back around your throat to keep you in position.

"Eren!" You gasped when he pressed deeper inside.

God damn, you cursed inside your head. Why was it that the one person you hated most was able to stretch you out so deliciously?

"Shit, you're big." You muttered against his lips. That made his ego swell.

"Yeah? Am I?" He asked, pushing deeper inside.

"Fuck!" You cried out, "I can't take all of it!" You said, knowing full well that you loved it and that you only wanted to fuel his ego more.

"I thought you were a big girl? What happened?" Eren spoke into your ear.

You tried to respond, but got caught up in the feeling of him moving in and out of you.

Before you could formulate a retort, Eren was banging you hard against the wall, pressing a dirty kiss to your lips.

He definitely knew what he was doing, holding you tight like a lover and taking deep strokes. He was completely destroying you and you loved it every bit of it.

"Eren..." You mewled.

He got your head spinning with pleasure, everything was getting hot. All you could smell in the air was sex and his scent.

"Yeah? What?" He responded bitterly.

"Fuck – ah – that's so good, l-love it." You whined, drawing out the last word while he fucked into you deliciously.

"Yeah?" He breathed heavily. You thought your words would feed his inflated ego, but something changed in his tone.

Maybe he was just high on the feeling of you squeezing him so tight, but he seemed to be looking at you tenderly.

Your uniform felt so tight, you were sweating so much with him it was almost uncomfortable. His hand kept a tight hold on your throat, and you kept your body in an erotic arch for him.

"Eren, I'm gonna cum." You cried shamelessly.

"Of course you are. You can't handle much, can you?"

"No." You admitted in a long moan.

Eren almost admitted that he wanted to see you finish for him, but instead he suppressed a moan and kept thrusting in and out with deep, hard strokes.

You panted his name, feeling your relief wash over you like a harsh tidal wave. Eren kept your body safe against his own while you shook from pleasure.

Feeling you climax around him pulled out a deep moan from him, and he couldn't help but spill everything he's got inside you.

"Mmm, Eren, I love you." You admitted, drunk on the feeling of your high and the sensation of being filled up by him.

He stuttered, unsure about what he just heard. Maybe he was imagining it. In fact, he convinced himself that you didn't say that.

The two of you panted, your bodies close together while you absorbed the afterglow of your orgasms.

It felt like he was holding you like a lover.

After a long, motionless silence, the two of you quietly dressed and composed yourself.

"Eren?" You called out his name unsurely.

"Yeah?" He responded wearily.

You weren't sure what words would get through a stubborn boy like him, so you walked over and laid a kiss on him.

He looked up at you like a lost puppy. He almost seemed to be on the verge of tears. All he wanted to really say to you, he figured out, was that he missed you desperately during his time in Marley.

#🌶️ #mdni #smut #fluff #🐦 Freedom Boy #eren #eren jaeger #fem!y/n #eren x reader #eren jaeger x reader #eren x fem!reader #fem!reader #aot #snk #eren smut #eren jaeger smut #aot eren #eren x you #eren x y/n #eren yeager #tw smut #tw kinky smut

[deepspacedukat]

Okay okay

Letant

Dukat (gotta include him)

And for species diversity and because I can't leave him out, Shran💙

😁

Oh. OH THIS TRIO IS PERFECT AND EVIL. All of them are so good for all three of the tropes???? Omfg, what are you doing to me, my dear, devious friend????

*ahem*

Slow Burn: Letant - As much of a flirt as he is, I can see Letant really, truly wanting to woo a person he's interested in for more than a fling. He'd take his time drawing them in, creating interest, and making them as curious about him as he is about them. Once they caught on that he was interested in them That Way, he'd totally go all out on the romance, but keep the pace slow - really drive his potential mate crazy with affection before falling into bed with them. He'd want them as desperate for him as he was for them.

Fake Date: Shran - Realistically, I know that he and Letant would probably be swapped, but...but can't you just imagine how smooth Shran would be??? He'd see this as an interesting opportunity to get closer to a Human officer, maybe to understand their species better. He'd be charming, gentlemanly, and then one as he's telling them goodnight after one of their fake dates it hits him: HE CAUGHT FEELINGS FOR A HUMAN. Would they date him for realsies?? Would they even consider him as an option?? What would it be like to...kiss them? 😍 I'm sorry, this concept really reached into my brain and said "MY TURN."

Enemies to Lovers: Dukat - Listen...Hear me out. I know I haven't written him this way yet, but I AM GOING TO. He has the perfect, slap-able face, the cocky attitude, and the smug superiority.

Thank you, my friend!!! 💙

#deepspacedukat asks #emilie786 #fanfic FMK ask game

[maurine07]

So today is fanfic writers’ appreciation day (thank you to @openheartfanfics for reminding us of that) and I just wanted to log in for a bit to show some writers my love because y’all are the backbone of our society. Without you, we would’ve all been miserable. So I’m just going to tag some of the writers that come to mind and while I would love to tag each and every single one of you but I’ll probably forget someone so I’m really sorry for that. You are all super talented and I’m in awe of each one of you beautiful people.

@terrm9 Terr, darling, I could write an entire book about how amazing your writing is and how much I love it. You’re an incredible writer and person. The writing style is so beautiful and unique and simply ethereal and I’m so in love with it. Every single time I read a fic of yours, no matter how many times I did, I always marvel at how one can possess so much talent. There is not one trope that you cannot write. How you write the characters, their emotions, you always know the characters and how they think, they would act so well, it’s insane, how you describe everything, the surroundings, what the person is doing, everything is always so perfect. Your mimi series The Couple & The Others is one of my favorites and it's comforting to me, it makes me feel at home. Cieli di Toscana is also a favorite of mine. I love everything about that fic so much. I also love your ch. 11 rewrite with the prompts "There are people who love you" and "Give me a hug, please". I adore the hurt/comfort in those two. The angst is just ugh- it's so good, way too good and it destroys me. As well as A thousand moons, a thousand waves, goodness that fic is just pure and utter perfection, I have no words to describe it. And How much mystery, this love of mine...wow. Seriously wow, I still haven't recovered from how amazing it was. It's so beautiful, they say they're so soft and tender with each other, it's perfect, so perfect. And of course, your you give it to me anyway series is one of the best things I've ever read and I have reread it so many times to the point where I'm not even sure it's healthy. I love it, I love it, I love it, more than words can say. And your OCs, Chiara, Lina, the Ray family, you always know how to make them feel so real. You are truly so magnificent and I just love you and everything you do<3333

@jamespotterthefirst Bree! God, where do I even start? Everything you do is out of this world. Other than the fact that you're extremely kind and funny, you're so wonderfully talented and I love you. The dynamics between Lilac and Ethan are everything, EVERYTHING I TELL YOU. I love how you include the gang as much as you do and how you write them. And while I absolutely love every single fic you write, For A Long Time Now and Most Beautiful will always have a special place in my heart. And I don't think I have to tell you how much I love Lilac. I adore that woman with my entire heart. She's amazing and I would do anything she asks me to. Thank you for creating her and just got being such an incredible part of this fandom❤

@writer-ish Kat, your writing is so stunning. Like, everything about it is so amazing. The way you write Brooke and Ethan, their banter, Brooke's sass, your smut, just everything is pure perfection. I love everything you write but makai is just something else. I especially love B&E in it for some reason, just them being so in love and soft with each other. And you know how much I love Brooke. I would choose her over Ethan any day. She's just incredible and Ethan should worship her like the goddess she is, period😌

@the-pale-goddess Hilde, my angst and smut Queen, there are no words, absolutely none, to describe how much I love your writing. Ma'am, is there anything you can't do? (Other than not break our heart further, of course. One of these days you're gonna need to pay for my therapy. I cannot count the amount of times I was like: I'm feeling pretty happy today. Let me go to Hilde's masterlist and break my own heart. I actually do that so many times, it's pretty concerning.) I'm so in awe of everything you do, your angst? Unmatched. Your smut? So freaking hot. Your fluff? Makes my heart melt. Running to the Edge of the World and (as much as I shouldn't be admitting this in public but) Cabin Fever are just amazing, AMAZING. Puncture Wound is also one of my favorites of yours, the angst, the longing. God, it's so perfect. Conquest is superior to anything, everything and everyone. And of course, Contaminated. That fic breaks my heart yet I read so often that I almost know it by heart. I love LOVE Ethan and Tiffany's relationship even if I am a bit jealous of Ethan. They're the OTP, period. And um... Can I please have Miss Addams' hand in marriage? Like, you can call me Pietro mf Maximoff because I will take a bullet for her. I may also have some unresolved trauma and mommy issues but I promise, I will not make her wait two years just to commit or run to the Amazon and sleep with a coworker. She's my Virgo Queen and I'm so in love with her. The point is, your writing is perfect and I love it so much❤❤❤

@monsoonblooms12 Manamee, you beautiful soul, we don't deserve you and your mind blowing talent. Everything you write is just beautiful and my mind cannot process how you do it. Your fics, your edits, your moodboards, there is nothing you're not good at. And you're such a wonderful person and it makes me want to cry sometimes. I love you, darling❤❤

@blossomanarchy I read your meet my MC posts (and I will get to reblogging those later. I have them in my drafts. I just don't really have any energy at the moment.) and I love Amelia so much. She's already one of absolute favorite MCs. I truly look forward to your fic (if you ever decide to post it, I will be eagerly waiting for it and I have no doubt it will be magnificent) And your moodboards are absolutely stunning. I could stare at them for hours, hell, even the rest of my life. They're so freaking pretty!!💗💗

@takemyopenheart Avy, you're so freaking talented and I love your writing super much. Luz is amazing and I love her more than words can say. I adore her relationship with Ethan so much. Your fluff is god-tier and your smut is just *chef's kiss* as well as your angst. Yours were some of the first fics I read for OH and I still love them just as much as the first time I read them if not more.💕💕

@mvalentine Mal, goodness, you are a godsend to this fandom. I cannot, for the life of me, find the words to properly describe how freaking amazing your writing is. Lana is a Queen and I'm in love with everything about her. Like, I need her to reject me so I can move on already. I love the way you write L&E. They're such an amazing couple and they have my whole heart (also, ngl, I miss them like crazy). Hold On To Me makes me sob every time I read it and it was heaven a moment ago is one of the most beautiful things I have ever read in my life, the sheer beauty of it, it's poetry. You're incredible, my dear and your writing is so beautiful.<333

@genevievemd Sara, from the minute I read your first fic, I knew you were an incredible writer and I was so right. I love everything about your writing, everything. G&E are couple goals and I love them so much. Your angst kills me every single time. Like, you seriously need to stop hurting me so much, I can't take it anymore. But seriously, you're extremely talented and I love you❤❤

@stygianflood Hiya, I just spent a good five minutes trying to come up with any words to describe how freaking beautiful and otherworldly your writing is and I couldn't find any because it's truly undescribable, in the best way possible. Like the Shoreline and the Sea and Bridge over Troubled Water always bring me an immense amount of comfort. They feel like a warm hug even though they hurt. I've binged your masterlist so many times and I still can't process how you're so talented.❤❤❤

@anntoldst0ries Ann, my love, I don't know how to put into words how much I adore you and your writing. It's freaking poetry. It's so smooth. Like I could be reading one of your fics and I come across a line that is just so utterly beautiful and I'm just like: how?? How can one be so talented and come up with such beautiful lines? Lost in Translation is one of those fics that I cannot process because it's so incredible, it's so unbelievable how you manage to capture Ethan's character and thoughts and emotions so well. Coda is just perfection, girl, your smut is so good. And as much as I love all your fics, Shinrin-Yoku will always be my favorite. I love how you write about Noelle's metal health. It makes her feel so real and I really do appreciate that fic so much. You're incredible and your writing is just so magical and I will forever be so in awe of you.💗💗💗

@gryffindordaughterofathena Dri, god, I have no clue how you do it but you always manage to leave speechless and awestruck by your writing. It's so poetic and beautiful and I love everything about it. The way you write the characters and their emotional will always make me so damn emotional. You're just so brilliant and I love all your work so much.❤❤

@starrystarrytrouble All hail Queen Ruby, our savior from the nightmare that was OH3 canon. I know you're not here these days but I just wanted you to know that I appreciate you and all the work you've put into this fandom so much. You're so so incredibly talented. E&E are god-tier and I love them so much, more than I can put into words. Secret is one of my favorites mainly because I'm a sucker for enemies to lovers but also because I love E&E in that fic so much. Also, Anonymous! That fic is everything, I love it so much. And Eve is just amazing. I love everything you create and I miss you💕💕💕

@writinghereandthere Ana, I know we haven’t interacted before and that I haven’t reblogged any of your fics before but I seriously love your writing so so much. I’ve read and reread your masterlist more times than I could count and every single time, I was left more in awe of you than the last. Your writing style is just so beautiful and so magnetic. Like, if anyone interrupts me while I’m reading one of your fics, they can say bye bye to the world. Your do you fear death? series is just something else. It’s so out of this world. Fourteen Hours is amazing, it was the first fic I read of yours and it made me fall in love with your writing, the first I read it, I immediately loved it so much. I love how you write Mariana and Ethan so much, they’re everything. And I'm so in love with Mariana. God, she's so perfect! And Two Days breaks my heart every time I read it but it’s one of my comfort fics. More Than A Drawer is also a favorite of mine. I love the domesticity of it so much. And Golden! God, that fic! How the hell did you write that?? It’s so fucking brilliant and I don’t have the right words to describe it. Also!! Finer Things is one of the best things I have ever read. I am an absolute whore for Harper Emery and that masterpiece just increased that. It’s so magnificent! You’re just so freaking incredible and I will always wonder how you’re so so talented❤️❤️

I'm pretty sure I forgot some amazingly talented people and I'm so sorry for that, truly. Your fics have always been a source of comfort to me. During some of the worst times in my life, I would always find happiness and comfort in your beautiful creations. Hope all of you are having a great day and I hope you know how truly appreciated you are💕💕💕💕

#you know what? everyday should be fanfic writers appreciation day #y'all are the best #thank you for everything you do!

[perqedel]

designated survivor 60 days / ★★★★★

it’s good. but i’m just too dumb for these social sciences stuff. just as much as i am dumb on natural sciences stuff.

there’s something about men and women wearing beautiful suits talking about serious matters, you know? i never knew government (only the president and those around them, in fact) consist of that many people???

the story is definitely good. i would’ve understood it better if only i didn’t get distracted so much. maybe because there are too many characters, that i get... confused a lot of times. i mean when they say general lee, general eun, i was always... who? which old man was it? (no shaming intended. they were really old men. very nice representative of the politicians i see on tv btw)

but, as much as it is serious, i love that it doesn’t forget to slip in some light comedies. not really comedy just.. bits of laughs and chuckles. it works to tone the seriousness down a bit. so my brain (who started watching for pleasure) didn’t suffer too much for thinking throughout the drama. i love the secretariat staffs. edit: i LOVE them. THE SUPERIOR TROPE, ENEMIES TO LOVERS, THE SECRETARIAT STAFFS. i am: Loving it to bits. but also i want to know, how did it end?????? SIR??? you can’t leave me hanging with that kind of stuff. 

i understand that this was a western series adaptation and the original series itself had like? 5 seasons. so wanting it to be compact as a 1 season (thus the 60 days) might seem like an idealist idea. i sort of expected the shallow representation of characters (not as in personality). i mean their existence itself that i consider important, but the drama just chooses to kill them off. but yeah, compact. 

ji jin hee was very mesmerizing. i watched him in misty (which i haven’t finished) and move to heaven. i think he’s just cut out for charismatic roles. as well as son seok koo (lord how i love this chief of secretary’s passive aggressiveness) and kang hanna. lee moo saeng too. i think the blue house’s spokeperson and choi yoonyoung’s are two of my most favorite characters. 

also the emotions they didn’t fail to drown you in. i guess that’s how i tell how good a drama is. if it makes me as angry, as sad, as happy as how they want me to be, it’s good. i would’ve felt more emotional over some scenes if only i were more focused (sorry lol a girl has to write thesis proposal). 

as someone who’s very blind to politics (i’m still learning bits by bits through news and youtube videos), it’s very nice to have a drama that can visualize how government works. realizing how shitty the system can be. how it’s almost impossible to have a leader who works entirely for the sake of people whose lives lie in their decisions. sounds like an exaggeration, but it’s eye-opening and heart-breaking at the same time. 

whoever is having second thoughts to watch it, yes, it’s not the usual light drama you can watch while doing other things. in fact, the main topic they put on screen is a heavy one. but i don’t think you’ll regret your decision to watch. the way i didn’t regret mine. 

#designated survivor 60 days

[choicesenthusiast]

A Comprehensive List of Characters PB Ruined For Me

Maxwell Beaumont (TRR/TRH)- Maxwell used to be one of my favourite characters until TRH. Even though he was still playful and entertaining, he was also humble and loyal. Mature, but still fun-loving. He didn’t exist in the first draft of TRR and was written to be Bertrand’s foil, and man, is he a great foil character. The scene in TRR2, Ch. 14 (where he officially became an LI) was one of his best moments. He was always taking Bertrand and Liam’s happiness and well-being into consideration before his own. Now, PB’s watered him down so much that he’s just immature. A whole-ass man-child. He sold out with that stupid memoir and made himself the star. Sometimes I question why he’s even allowed at the grown-ups’ table. All I’m saying is that I want TRR Maxwell back.

Olivia Nevrakis (TRR/TRH)- Staying on the TRR train, next we have Olivia Nevrakis. Like with Maxwell, she was one of my favourites. Her redemption arc was fantastic and well-deserved. Now her only personality trait is knives, and since the incompetent Cordonian security can’t do their damn jobs, she was demoted from badass noble to security guard. The only thing PB didn’t mess up is her begrudging acceptance the she and MC are best of friends. TRR 2 and 3 Olivia was the best Olivia. I’ll drink to that, bro.

Ethan Ramsey (OH)- Ah, Ethan. We’re getting a little more extreme now. I was an Ethan stan before. I know, I know. But the way he interacted with Dolores, Mrs. Martinez, and Naveen, as well as slowly opening up to MC, was a great display of his complexity. This was the slow burn. He knows his boundaries, unlike *other* bosses and superiors. But everyone knows what happened. Spoiler alert: he’s forced as fuck. I got sick of seeing his face. I missed the other LIs. It wasn’t fair to them (or their stans for that matter) that they were being fed breadcrumbs for screentime while this dude hogged it for all of book 2. I am sick of this dude and I want him off my screen, you hear me, PB? Give him a hobby. Justice for Raf, Jackie, and Bryce.

Ava Lawrence (MTFL)- Ugh, imagine if Ava was on screen for longer than 3 seconds every 6 chapters? She was written in simply to develop the three other main characters of this book, leaving her with no character development at all. Literally none. This is the epitome of the black best friend trope, which hits even harder if you picked her black variant. Not to mention that this book is so incredibly heteronormative, it’s as if PB falsely advertised her as an LI to appear inclusive. No wait, that’s exactly what they did. Honestly, kudos to the wlw in this community who even bother with this book anymore. It isn’t fair to you either.

Oliver Cochrane (DS)- Haha, Lieutenant Cockballs. Sorry if you romanced him, but I didn’t. The weakest attempt at a morally grey character; he was practically the Admiral’s lapdog for majority of the book. I never got invested in him because he was never on my screen. His big “plot twist” of him not being a pirate at the beginning of the book wasn’t even a plot twist because PB already advertised him as the lieutenant. RIP to what could’ve been.

Poppy Min-Sinclair (QB)- Oh, here we go. Fucking hell, the more I think about this, the angrier I get. I’m fucking delusional for thinking that PB could handle this with grace. After Jaylen, Ellen, Olivia, Madeleine, Jackie, Aurora, and hell, even Sofia, I thought we could have one decent enemies-to-lovers plot. I got really fucking tired of the female rivalries, if you couldn’t tell. IMO, she never crossed the line until those vile comments about the Benji situation, where in two seconds this potential was just destroyed. I joke about being a clown, but I was really just deluded for creating a caricature of how I wanted this to turn out.

Kenna Rys (TCaTF)- LOL, PB never ruined Kenna. I just needed to see a comforting face after this whole rant. The only crimes against Kenna are the misspelling of “Rys” and the current state of the mess that is Cordonia. Hope she’s living her best life.

#playchoices #choices stories you play #the royal heir #open heart #queen b #distant shores #the crown and the flame

[choerrypuffs]

My god im so sorry for the long ask im about to send BUT!! My phone wont let me reblog the last demigod series fic and i for sure want to give a feedback of sorts but TLDR: I LOVED IT SO MUCHHHH!!!

Okay so! First of all We love some good enemies to lovers™ and also adored the references used of the other series likeeeee its so funny 😩 and the way Cat and Moon were portrayedk I WAS LAUGHING SO MUCH!! Like im really reading this giggling ro myself in my bedroom like a highschool girl.

Also omg can i Just say that the confession at the end was so beautiful, like it felt like a Mr.Darcy confession of sorts in a "i love you most ardently" of sorts that idiot i want to hug him 😭😭💖 .

ALSO!!! I think I've said ir before but you write in a way that both someone who's read the books and someone who hasn't can understand rhe vibes and why is it important to the storyline and like when MrD called jeno Jason i was like 👀👀

AND JAEHYUN PULLING A LUKE MADE ME SO 😳😳😩😤🤣🤣 CUZ LIKE I WASN'T EXPECTING IT HE WAS A GOOD BROTHER OR SO I THOUGHT??? It was a very girlboss thing for you to do.

I think this is all, I'm very sorry if nothing mase sense I've been running on 5 hours of sleep and it's past midnight, but i genuinely enjoyed it so thank you so much for creating 💖 have a nice dayyy sending you lots of love

no please don't apologize!! thank you so much for taking the time to leave feedback!! 🥺💖 i'm so happy you liked the fic <3333

YESSSS ENEMIES TO LOVERS IS THE SUPERIOR TROPE IT WILL NEVER GET OLD FOR ME EVERYONE ELSE CAN PRY IT FROM MY COLD DEAD HANDS 🤧😩 i'm glad you enjoyed the easter eggs, my love!! i was in over my head trying to make sure everything lined up and also trying to remember all the references i made in the other fics 💀 don't look too close bc i most definitely forgot stuff FDJLSL

omfg you have no idea how honored i am that you would compare my fic to the MASTERPIECE that is pride and prejudice 😩 i've watched the 2005 film a billion times and i even referenced the hand flex scene in jaemin's demigods fic i am obsessed with p&p so much !! thank you for one of the greatest compliments i've ever received 🧎‍♀️

AHHH OMG I'M SO HAPPY YOU NOTICED MY JASON REFERENCE 🤩🤩🤩 yes i always try my best to make sure people that aren't familiar with pjo are able to read my fics as well bc people have told me they read them even if they haven't read the books which is incredibly kind of them to do so <3333

LMFAOOOOOO gaslight gatekeep girlboss after all ♥ yes jaehyun was meant to be the traitor pretty early on in the process though i did consider other members as well 👀

omg please get some sleep, my love!! thank you again for leaving such kind feedback and i hope you have a great day!! 💗💗💗

#ask #answered #suhnnyskiess

[alterofnaught]

Did a fic trope tier list with a friend and figured I’d share it here (under a cut bc it has a few M rated tropes (like 3 generic ones nothing super explicit but just a heads up) I put them in order within the tier as well as some general explanations (mostly because I am bored and do not want to edit anymore)

Some clarification:

Friends to enemies to lovers is actually the superior mashup and I live for it. Also first kiss and missing scenes are like obligatory bc I write them a lot and I also like reading them.

College >> HS AU every time for me. Also aging up characters to be in their 20s is the best bc the freedom of being adults living by themselves and getting to do things is nice. HS (esp HPA or normal HS for DR) are fun and cute and I like reading them. But I just love the freedom you get with adult AU’s and exploring how characters would change as they get a bit older. 

Okay the blue tier. I love dark fiction but I am super picky about it. Exploring dark and taboo topics is interesting and I like to read them but it’s hard to navigate the really good ones from just that feel just edgy for the sake of it. Ones that manage to actually hit emotions and interesting characterization are top tier. The good ones are great but the bad ones are just painful.

As for PWP- keeping it mostly sfw but if I can exchange any character name and it wouldn’t change the scene.... I really don’t care and won’t enjoy reading it all that much. However, if it’s IC and well written who needs a plot? 

Character death just depends but grief/mourning is something I love reading so if it’s done well- I’m in. Miscommunication and unrequited just have to be done right but can hit hard when it is done well (otherwise it just feels forced and convenient). Gen fics are good as long as the premise is, I don’t need shippy stuff but the lack of ships does mean less attention so gen fic gems can be hard to find. 

AUs are just ones I’m picky about. Fanfic is nice because it skips the world building stage of writing some but some AUs require it and it’s hit/miss for me- just picky with these. Kind of depends on my own mood and just how it’s executed. Characterization changes a lot in an AU setting so it depends if I still vibe with it (not a bad thing- people act differently in different situations but its why I’m not always in the Mood for AU’s) 

Some soulmates stuff gets me and some just doesn’t. Most of my favorite works of fiction revolve around fighting destiny and thats a trope I really like and soulmates being a destined partner thing is kinda not my thing. Some are really good though and I don’t mind reading them! I just generally prefer relationships being depicted as difficult and requiring work as opposed to just ‘meant to be’. I def like it more than I used to (soulmates and hanahaki used to just not do it for me but theres fics I really like with them now- esp hanahaki) 

Rarely is where I’d read it if someone rec’d it but probably would never search it out

I meant to put crossover in rarely and I’m not redoing this. But I’ll read a themed crossover but like characters from multiple things probably won’t read (fun in RP but usually messy in fics)

Baby fics... if it’s an infant. No. If it’s an aged up single parent kind of deal. I’ve read that for a couple ships and really liked it. 

Alright thinking about it sex pollen is kind of just... SFW despair disease. And I will clarify that I do love fics that use mind altering game mechanics (status effects/despair disease/love hotel/gift items) as a plot device in either a SFW or NSFW context but general just sex pollen is boring to me. 

... I rarely find crack funny (sorry) 

ABO fits under the PWP qualification of it just doesn’t ever feel IC to me because it feels contrived and more about the ‘roles’ and that just isn’t my thing. Pregnancy just makes me uncomfortable in general so...

#some thoughts #mostly just yammering into the void #i love doing tier lists and just do them while bored for fun sometimes haha #back to fic writing #i guess #maybe

[myimaginarywonderland]

Who I would ship with whom from the 2020 grid

I will not mention the driver who touched a woman without her consent and in inappropriate places as well as made sexual induoes and sexualized her, making it sexual assault for me. Please don't start using that though because we do not know if the woman is ready to admit that or if she is ready to call it so. (I will always believe the victim until proven otherwise and yes, Mazepin isn't the only one, he's just the dumb idiot who decided to show it) or the racist one as well because they are shitty people. M*x has himself to blame becaus that boy is so problematic and just not helping changing that. I don't like Ch*rles or care for him, so he is also not here. No opinion on Antonio either and I don't ship him with any of the other guys either which is why he isn't on the list.

I will also not mention Valtteri/Checo because they just seem too straight or not really shippable for me if you get what I mean but feel free to reblog it you ship them with anyone!

Let's start:

Sewis (Sewis will always be superior)

Alex with Pierre or Istanbul boyfriends as I have seen them referred to (chefs kiss, 10/10, the heart healing, soul pleasing couple)

Alex with George (I can't deny the friends to lovers appeal of them and they also work together)

Lance with Pierre (a ship that my mind has convinced me to create because I love both of them but they would be so sweet that I could see them actually working out and they would 100% interact because they are both adopted by Seb)

Lesteban (the better friends to lovers trope, sorry not sorry, also perfect comfort writing material)

Lance with Nicky (the ultimate adorable couple that would make the best fluffs)

Lance and Daniil only because I started a Wip for a comfort fic once and now I kind of like it? Also really akward so a win for me

Dando (this could work and is the better version of M*xiel which is really ugly but also could be toxic so interesting)

Desteban (Renault boyfriends, yes)

Dewis (they could also be a power couple)

Pierre and Esteban because the to friends to enemies (to friends) to lovers dynamic is very much real and they would be the baddest couple on the grid, no one could beat them and they would be so protective each other

Seb and Dan (I still morn that we only had them as teammates for a short time but they were amazing for the time we had them)

Seb and Daniil only thanks to that one German fanfic I read too many times and now can't get this idea out of my head

George and Nicky (they work and have a great dynamic, so occasional I will read about them and they have great potential for so many scenarios)

Romain/Kevin (the Haas duo that everyone would label as the fisty boyfriends but are actually the loving, caring and sweet couple who rarely gets into fights)

Romain/Seb (the ultimate dads, they would be unstoppable and adopt everyone)

Kevin and Nicky (I don't know why? I just do, please don't question this)

A guilty pleasure ship is George/Lewis because of some fics but also the sugar daddy vibes or potential they have (I am looking 👀)

Nicky/Esteban/Lance as a throuple because yes, agree with all of this

Also George/Alex/Lando or Milky way as I saw it referred to one time because this would be the ultimate dumbass throuple and childhood friends troup

#f1 ships #f1 #feel free to reblog or give your opinions #also I am not ashamed of any of them

[preppymayhem]

1 + 66 + 74 (any ship/series you want)

Historical AU + It’s Not You, It’s My Enemies + Huddling for Warmth

Gundam Wing, 1xR (Vaguely set in 16th century reminiscent Europe, but honestly the historical accuracy is that of CW’s Reign so that’s that on that)

I dont know how much I captured the second two tropes but I think I got the spirit. This will never be a fully realized fic so I went overboard because  this is all that I can manage

Relena bent over the desk and quickly scribbled hurried words across the page, only fainting hearing the howls of the blizzard outside.. This was not official correspondence, it wasn’t even personal correspondence. No, she was writing a letter that no one would ever read. Once it was complete she would cast it into the fire burning brightly in her rooms as she had done so many times before.

She’d written hundreds and hundreds of letters over the course of the last five years and she had burned every single one of them in a futile effort to exorcise feelings that she by virtue of her position and her birth could not afford to feel. But unlike the fires and piles of ash, she was finding her emotions and longings were not so easily put out.

Relena thought of the preceding months and her conversation with Quatre earlier. He had the audacity to question her motives.

“I can understand,” Quatre said, “Your position.”

“Hardly,” she replied, “I am a woman and a Queen. You are merely the only of son of a highly successful merchant. We are quite different.”

She doesn’t think she hurt him by that remark, surely he must understand what was at stake for everyone.

“Is that why you have not yet made a match?” he asked.

She stared out at the setting sun over the hills, if this was Sanq, she would watch the sun disappear over the ocean. Relena wished she was there now.

“I have not made a match because as a woman and a queen my only power and indeed my only leverage is my ability to refuse,” she said, “I cannot act rashly and just marry for the sake of producing an heir. I must be sure that my marriage will secure the sovereignty of my nation and….”

She sucked in a breath.

“And to insure that I will still have the control I seek, because regardless of who I marry, I am still the sovereign Queen of Sanq.”

“Is that the only reason?” Quatre asked, “because I am not sure that is quite right.”

She turned to him and almost put a hand to her cheek as if he had slapped her.

“What do you mean?”

He looked at her gravely.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he said, “because I too am not free to act on my desires. To…choose the person I would give my heart too…”

Relena was pulled from her thoughts when the papers on the desk began to shuffle. She scrambled to catch them before they scatted and only managed to knock the inkwell over the unfinished letter in front of her. Oh well, spilt ink was probably just as effective as the fire for obliterating unwanted feelings.

She turned to see where the gusts were coming from when the fire in the hearth flittered for a moment. There was an open window at the corner of the bedchamber. She lept from her seat and rushed over and shut the window, and tightened the bolt. She inspected the latch because she could have sworn that Hilde had secured the room before retiring for the night. Nothing was amiss, maybe Hilde had not tightened the bold enough thought that seemed very unlike her handmaiden.

She went back to her desk and surveyed the mess of ink and paper and sighed. She began gathering the papers in order toss the whole lot  in the fire when she heard a grunt come from behind her.

“Are you really going to discard all that?”

Relena didn’t turn at the voice as she didn’t need to. She should’ve known, she’d been waiting all night for him to give her some sign he was coming.

“Is that you Heero?” she asked, still not turning around while making sure that everything was in order, though she stopped when something occurred to her. She turned instinctively.

“Did you come through my window? You scaled the walls during that blizzard outside?”

Heero had come into the light from the dark corner by the heavy wooden wardrobe  towards the front of the room.  He looked cold as he only wore what seemed to be a light coat over his shirt sleeves. She quickly guided him to a seat by the fire.

“You better have some vitally important information for me, otherwise I will be most displeased,” she said, “that climb in this weather would have killed most any other man.”

“I am sorry for your displeasure than,” his voice is so soft and slightly chattering, “but there is nothing I can disclose at the moment for fear of compromising you.”

She wants to chide him for his discretion, but she knew it was necessary. As the Queen of Sanq it was of the utmost importance of that she be seen as above reproach and free of any sinister entanglements. Still, he shouldn’t have risked it, he was too important. She told him that in no uncertain terms.

He shivered, and she grabbed the loose blanket hanging on the footboard and wrapped it around him, trying to not linger too much. They were alone, no fear of being discovered, but still it was best to maintain the appropriate boundaries.

Those boundaries hadn’t always been in place. There had been a time when it had been as if they were almost equals. But that was an illusion, there were few people who were equal or even her superior. She could still see him kneeling at her feet, swearing his fealty. He was her right hand, her sword, her shield and her tool.

And she had accepted it because the alternative was that she would have had to let him go entirely. It was shameful.  She pushed those thoughts aside, he’d chosen his course freely it had not been her doing. 

“Well you will spend the night, I can’t let you out in that blizzard.”

“I can’t—“

She held a hand up to quiet his protest.

“We blocked off the passage due to the assassination attempt,” she said quieting what he had been about to say, “Noin insisted on it. And there are plenty of hiding places if we are to be disturbed but I’ll dare say the storm should let up before there is any worry of that.”

He nodded.

“I’d call for a hot bath but I am afraid I already bathed today and I insisted that Hilde retire. I’ve really asked too much of her.”

“You’re fond of her,” his voice is still hoarse but some of the color was returning to his skin so she felt better that he hadn’t suffered any lasting effects from the exposure. She both did and didn’t want to look at his hands though.

“I guess I am,” she said, “she is one of the few people here who I can trust. Not completely of course but…Have you discovered anything more? About the murder of Lord Septum, I mean.”

“Not really,” Heero said, “the rumors among the staff and the lower rungs is that it was either myself—“

“Was it you?” she didn’t really think it was, but she had been meaning to ask. She had not forbidden him from taking any action that might be in her or her country’s favor and that could possibly include murder, “and if it was, I would think you would hide your tracks better than that.”

“They don’t know it’s me exactly,” he said, “I am the shadow here, but no, I didn’t murder the man as godawful as he was. I wanted to after—“

She stopped him again, this time she shuddered. That was a memory she did not want to forget.

“They also think it’s Treize’s dog,” he said, Heero never used titles in private company save for hers, another signal of the divide that laid between them.

“His dog?”

“Lady Une,” Heero said, “there are too many enemies here.”

“It couldn’t possibly be His Excellency,” she said, “this castle is housing some of the most powerful people in the realm. The death of any one of them would launch a global conflict.

Relena nodded.

“How about you?” he asked, “are your plans going smoothly.”

She turned to the fire and tried not recall the botched letter she had been writing prior to his arrival.

“There are prospects,” she said.

“I like Quatre,” he said.

“Sir Winner?” she asked and she instinctively recalled their earlier conversation, “I like him too, but I think I can do better.”

Heero appraised her for a moment.

“A wealthy son of a merchant? He’s rich, you’d retain power, and the Winner mines are vital for a countries security,” he said, listing the benefits of the match.

“Yes, but he doesn’t have men nor land, and I don’t marriage in order to secure a treaty with Winner,” she said, “It would not be completely disadvantageous but I shouldn’t settle yet.”

He doesn’t speak so she goes on.

“I don’t trust Barton’s son, though I know their armies are great.”

“Dekim Barton is merciless, How is his son?”

“Aloof,” Relena said, “but I don’t see the resemblance, but there is the connection with the Chang Clan. That would be a vital trading partner.”

“I thought the representatives were married?” Heero asked.

“They are, his wife, Meiran is serving as one of my ladies in waiting,” she said and shrugged sheepishly, “I am afraid my Court isn’t deeply stocked. She is more supportive than Dorothy however.”

Heero said, nothing, they didn’t speak of the fact that it was likely that one of the member’s of Relena’s court was most likely a spy for the enemy. 

“Don’t look at me like that,” she said, “I don’t believe that either Meiran or Dorothy are against me. They may not be loyal, but they are not traitors.”

“I think it would be Leila,” he said, “she is connected to the Bartons.”

“She’s so meek though,” Relena said, “I think she would break.”

He’s too cold to argue.

“I still think you should consider Quatre,” he said, “I think he could make you happy.”

Relena debated whether she should disabuse him of that notion. Quatre had all but admitted that he had a lover, which peeved Relena because of course a man was forgiven any dalliance while she had to struggle to maintain her propriety. She doubted he could make her happy because she knew she could not make him happy. His words spoke to an affair that wasn’t just or even primarily physical. But it was still a matter of fact that Quatre could conceivably marry and maintain the affair.

The resentment burns. She was not expecting faithfulness in marriage, that was a vain hope for a woman marrying for political advantage, but still the idea that her husband could maintain a love on the side while she could not was a hard pill to swallow.

“It’s not about my happiness,” she said, “it’s about what is best for my country. I will do what is needed. That is all.”

She couldn’t look at him when she said that, she couldn’t betray the pain that she knew must be written on her face.

She schooled herself back to a calm cool demeanor.

“Regardless, you will be with me?” The question is meek, but she stuck with it. She could bear the course of her life if he was her ally. Her friend.

He slid off his chair and leaned his forehead to her knee, it was not a bow nor a show of subjugation, but a promise.

“To the end my queen,” he said, “my life is yours.”

She stroked a hand through the mess of tangles on his hair before lifting him up so she could slide down to be on his level. She only leaned forward and pressed her lips to his forehead. Chaste. Pure. And full of all the wishes and hopes that she had had to foresake when the crown had been placed on her head.

She pulled his head down to lean against her chest and wrapped her arms around him, trying to will the heat of her body to his.

And for a moment they both forgot the constraints that laid outside that room. He was hers, and even though it could never be realized in the light of day. She was always and forever his.

#fanfiction by moi #askfill #show: gundam wing #otp: relena darlian x heero yuy

[lokilickedme]

(Okay, I’m going to do this in probably 3 parts because it’s long)

So The Department sorta happened because I wanted to get back into a regular weekly-updating online fic because, frankly, two reasons:

1) I’m worn out/exhausted/a bit burned out from working on novels and very little of anything else for the last year and a half, and

2) I crave/need the instant validation of the comment section at AO3, which you don’t get when you write a book :/

So I called a break, put away my manuscripts for a couple months, and am just indulging in some fun writing for a little while.  And since I wanted something new (sorry WIPs, your time will come again) this is what we ended up with.

I don’t remember exactly what made me go with the police department premise.  The potential for assholery and rampant egomania, most likely?  Well, you know I love that shit when it hides something slightly more noble underneath...and I think I wanted a big ensemble cast because I just adore the dynamics that can occur in groups of disparate personalities who have known each other for a long time.  That way they interact when they know each others’ secrets and there’s that one person new to the group who isn’t in on any of the jokes?  Good stuff right there.

I do remember that the first ideas for this story came to me during the Professor Jeff’s Super Science Show at the library (yeah your guess is as good as mine on that but it happens literally every time).  But if I’m being honest, I’d say it probably had more to do with Benny Hill than anything.  I have this bad habit of sitting on the couch with my laptop on my knees, headphones on, head back, inventing scenes in my head that go along with whatever music I’m listening to.  I’ve got this one insane playlist full of goofy tunes my 7-year old has requested for staging Thomas The Tank Engine crash scenes (don’t ask) and on this particular night that’s what I was listening to because why not.  On that playlist is a 30-minute loop of the Benny Hill Theme.  And all I could see in my head was a foot chase on ice and snow between a female officer, an out of shape Chief of police, a giraffe-legged office assistant, and a probably methed-up wannabe criminal who didn’t actually do anything major but was running anyway because he was bored.  It struck me funny and I toyed with the idea of sticking it into something I already had started, because I do love me some chaotic slapstick.

So the next day I’m driving the boys home from the Super Science Show and I’ve been playing around with it in my head again, and it’s taking shape into something that I know I’m going to have to work with.  We pass the Pupuseria Virolena Salvadoran restaurant downtown, and I start laughing because I’m suddenly hearing David Tennant trying to say that in his Scottish accent.

On the spot I named him Hawk and made him Captain.  And now we have one of our characters, and by the time we pull up in our driveway ten minutes later I’ve got stuff needing to be written down right now.

(the rest is under the cut for length)

Chapter 1 - Prologue - Your Boatload of Bad Decisions Has Left The Harbor

I was so anxious to get into the story but it needed an introduction, or else Greta being in this podunk town wouldn’t have any weight.  So we’re introduced to our heroine, who isn’t so much a heroine as just a decent if slightly too self confident special division officer who had some bad luck.  It’s not elaborated on yet in the story, though it’s heavily referenced multiple times that she disobeyed an order and made the decision to continue a high speed pursuit that had been called off by her superior officer, the above-mentioned Captain Hawkins, whom Greta has something of a relationship with (yeah they’re screwing, what of it).  And in the wake of that decision, Greta’s partner is killed and she’s brought up on charges, suspended, ordered to counseling, and finally shipped off to a small town in Minnesota so she can keep working while her final fate is decided by an investigative committee back in LA.

The opening chase scene was written from things I learned when I was a kid and my dad did vehicle tweaks for the Fort Worth police department from his auto shop.  The officers used to hang out drinking Cokes and telling stories while dad made (possibly illegal) modifications to their cars.  I was there a lot, sitting under his work bench with my books and pencils, listening to everything and remembering it all.  And I thought it was so damn cool.  So here we are.  What else was I gonna do with that information?  Might as well put it to use if it’s gonna be taking up real estate in my head for all these years.

For the record, I really liked Greta’s partner Joe and hated to kill him - but we needed a catalyst, and the cheerful best friend who sings Italian arias during chases while joyfully blasting out windshields is always gonna be the loser in the goner lottery.  For once the male hero dies to further the female lead’s storyline.

Heh, take that Marvel.

Anyway, sorry Joe.  There will be more about you in later chapters, so...gone but not forgotten.

Chapter 2 - Minnewhatever

This part starts out with the last bit of backstory we need to proceed.  Hawk sending Greta off to Minnesota, a place whose name she never does remember or say correctly.  She doesn’t figure she’s actually going to be there long enough to bother learning it, but Hawk informs her that her exile is likely to last at least a year, and he gives her very little reassurance that she won’t be serving every minute of her sentence.

Greta’s feeling a little betrayed here.  She and Hawk have been sort of a thing for a while, friends and colleagues and lovers, but he’s washing his hands of the entire situation and she’s left angry and a bit bereft.  But she still figures he’ll do something to get her out of it, if she’s patient and behaves herself in the new place.

Fast forward to day one in Weemeetwa.  While drowning her aggravation in a bottle of the good stuff, Greta meets her first new acquaintance and decides to just go with the cranky fuck-it attitude that she’s been harboring since the incident, gets shitfaced, and goes home with the guy.  This might have been a dual-purpose shag; Greta’s still feeling betrayed and abandoned by Hawk, so it’s a screw-you that he’ll never find out about - but that doesn’t stop it from feeling good in a vengeful sort of way.  Plus it’s cold and she’s alone and the guy - Andy, a tall sweet longhaired cutiepie with an Irish accent - is all too willing to buy her a drink and take her home for some cuddles.

In the morning Greta wakes up in a strange place full of groaning regret and ends up giving Andy a ride to the station.  She doesn’t count on seeing him again, so there’s no breath wasted on goodbyes.

Chapter 3 -  A Logging Truck, A Mountain, and A Blonde Walk Into A Bar

Now we meet most of the department.  Creeley, a gruff roughhouser with a rude streak forty miles wide, Sarah, the only other female in the department and possibly the only person alive who can keep the boys under control, Kevin, the quiet dispatch agent with an impressive mountain impersonation skill, and finally (for the moment) Chief, the slightly too good-looking and highly put-upon boss of them all.

I knew I wanted Tom Hiddleston to play Chief Tommy Davis.  This is Kong Skull Island-era Hiddleston crossed with The Night Manager, with a handful of extra pounds around the middle and a frustrated sigh that goes on forever.  He’s meant to be an ex hockey player who was waylaid on his way to the major leagues, so he’s strong and sturdy, but an injury benched him years ago and a career in small-town law enforcement has put him a bit to pasture.  Middle aged, somewhere between 40 and 45.  He’s got some stuff in his past but he’s happy now, for the most part, just living his life watching over the town.

Jason Momoa is Bobby Creeley, for obvious reasons.  I knew I wanted a rowdy, rude, loudmouthed team member that’s always crossing everyone, but who everyone knows will be there no matter what if anything goes down.  He’s instantly Greta’s nemesis from the moment she walks in the door.  Gigantic and shaggy with a permanently amused nature and a fear of literally nothing, he’s simultaneously everyone’s best friend and worst enemy.

Sarah Lancashire has been finding her way into a lot of my fics lately as side characters, so it’s no surprise she ended up here as Sarah Pearl.  Steely, tough, and highly immune to the idiocy around her, Sarah is the worn out voice of common sense that the department is running perilously short on.  She’s also my first and foremost girl crush, and I’ll admit right now that I wrote an AU ending almost immediately that involved Sarah and Greta ending up together.  It would be natural to assume Sarah would fall into the default role of mom to the group, but there’s a whole lot of oh hell nope wrapped around that trope.  She would set them all on fire if anyone would let her have some matches, but Chief made a rule against that a long damn time ago.

Dave Bautista has been hanging around the back door of my muse stable for the longest, just minding his own business and waiting his turn, but I never really had any place to stick him.  Well Drax, your time has come baby.  I chose him to play Kevin Saylor based on his GoTG scene in which he tries to convince the crew he’s invisible.  And that’s Kevin, in a nutshell.  Huge and intimidating but quiet and intensely matter-of-fact in manner, he’s in charge of dispatch and immediately inspires Greta’s hatred of using the radio.

My first (and really only) faceclaim for Greta Morley was Zoe Saldana, but I waffled briefly for a couple of weeks, trying to cater to a few readers who told me they wanted to imagine themselves in the role.  I planned to stick with that, and I tried, I promise I did.  But every time Greta opened her mouth I heard Zoe, and by the time she went on her less than fleet-footed pursuit of Wilson with the longsuffering Andy by her side, she was locked in.  Greta’s harboring some serious regret and raw emotional wounds from her not too distant past, and some time out in the American Midwest should be a much needed recovery sabbatical.  Should be.  But isn’t gonna.

Speaking of Andy...Andrew Hozier-Byrne was and is the only person I ever considered for the role of Andy Burns.  Too tall, too clumsy, too cute, too sweet, just a whole bunch of too everything - he was perfect for the role and I may or may not have written it exclusively for him.  Okay yeah, I wrote it exclusively for him.  Andy’s the local cryptid, nobody really knows a lot about him.  He may or may not be a drug dealer.  He may or may not be officially employed by the police department.  He may or may not be Irish or hypoglycemic or a blackout drunk or as goofy as he seems.  Nobody really knows, and to be honest nobody really cares, because if you need it done Andy can do it...if he can remember you asked him to do it.

So Greta has arrived, for better or for worse.  Cree immediately starts in with the sexist remarks and butchering her name, a favor she returns by embarking on what will become a neverending trail of obliterated mis-renderings of the town’s name.  Creeley and Kevin kick off another of many running gags by arguing over whether or not anyone knew she was coming, and before things can get too stupid, Chief makes his first appearance.

And now things start to get interesting.

To be continued at chapter 4, Randy Andy and The Chief of Weemeetwa

@whatevervivie

#The Department #director's commentary #Hiddleston #Hozier #Momoa #Bautista #Saldana #Lancashire

[krystalkoya]

Ad Hoc | 01

So I finally did it. My first published fic, hopefully it’s not as cringe as I think it is. If y’all like this let me know. I have a couple ideas for this fic that I won’t completely give up on if at least one person likes this

read on ao3! 

pairing: coworker!hoseok x reader

genre: enemies to lovers (the superior trope!), future angst, future smut (18+), humour

rating: nc17

word count: 3.1k

chapter warnings: none!

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Summary: Landing your dream job as an advertising exec at Kim Entertainment straight out of college was nothing like you imagined. Mostly due to the fact that your college rival, Jung Hoseok, sits ten feet away from you and never misses an opportunity to make your life a living hell. When a position opens up at the firm to be chief of advertising, you jump at the opportunity, but not without having to go up against Hoseok who is also vying for the position. In a dirty game of deception and betrayal, the last thing you expect to come out of it is love.

Series Masterpost

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Dear god if you had to sit through another minute of this goddamn staff meeting you were going to kill yourself. That is, if the meeting didn’t bore you to death first.

Ever since the company had come under new management a few months ago, the new manager, Minho, had instituted routine monthly meetings to go over the company’s goals, its relationship with clients, projected sales for the year… you know, all that business mumbo jumbo.

And that was all fine and dandy. In fact, you actually thought the meetings were beneficial… if they were being held once every few months or so, not every damn month of the year. But, like a good employee, you faithfully attended each monthly meeting just to hear that nothing had changed since the last one.

If you were being honest, you had no idea how Minho got so far in his career. He was a nice guy, too nice really, a little awkward, but absolutely no balls below the belt whatsoever. The man couldn’t even tell Barbara, the resident granny (who, frankly, was due to retire ten years ago) that she was taking too long on her breaks. And not the socially acceptable one or two minutes late but more like fifteen minute breaks becoming thirties instead.

Looking past the fact that the man seemed the type to be terrified of his own reflection, you guess you could see why corporate hired him — when it came to marketing, he knew his stuff.

Just as you were beginning to ponder what you would be having for lunch that day, a reuben from the sub shop down the street sounded nice, but then again you had been craving Mexican lately…, you suddenly felt a [not-so-light] kick to your shin.

Jerking in your seat, you looked up to see the smirking man beside you. You were about to retaliate with a scolding and an even harsher kick to the shin but before you even had a chance he was he shushing you with a finger to his plump lips, pointing in the direction of Minho to indicate that you should pay attention.

“… to conclude our meeting today, I have some good news pertaining to the advertising department.“ You perked up a little in your seat, thoroughly intrigued for the first time ever first time that day.

“Corporate wants to change things up a bit in the ad department. That’s why they told me to let you all know that a new position is opening up here to be Chief Advertising Officer. CAO if you will.”

At the silence that ensued in response to his attempt at a ‘joke’, Minho took that as his cue to explain it (which only ever makes things worse).

“Get it… CAO, like CEO and CFO. They’re… they’re acronyms.”

“We get it, it just wasn’t funny.” Calls, you guessed it, Barbara from her seat in the back. The only one bold enough to say what everyone else was thinking because she’s set for life. Minho won’t fire her, a) because of the lack of balls situation mentioned earlier, and b) out of fear of securing a lawsuit for age discrimination on their hands.

At this point, it was just better to let the old bat retire on her own terms — she only had about a year left, two tops.

Minho, poor guy, shakes his head defeatedly, ignoring Barb’s comment in favor of finishing his announcement. Chuckling awkwardly, he begins again, “Right… Ah- as I was saying, a new position is opening up to be Chief of Advertising. Corporate wants things to be a little more streamlined in the ad department. They’re thinking a head of advertising position will achieve that. Anyone can apply so if you think you have the necessary skills, by all means have at it. But unless anyone has any further comments or concerns, this meeting’s adjourned.”

Usually you’re already up and on your feet before Minho can say ‘any further questions’ but today you’re left stewing in your seat. As a member of the advertising team here at Kim Entertainment you couldn’t be happier in your current position. But now that this opportunity had been presented to you, you couldn’t turn it away. More creative freedom and a higher salary? There was no way in hell you weren’t getting this promotion.

But with opportunities always come challenges. And you don’t know how you managed to forget one of the biggest challenges standing in your way ever since you started working here a year ago.

“I actually have a question, if you don’t mind.”

God, even the sound of his voice irritates the mother-loving shit out of you.

“Yes, Hoseok, go ahead.” Minho says, slowing in his collection of the papers on his desk.

Jung. Fucking. Hoseok.

“So what differentiates the Chief of Advertising from a regular person on the ad committee? And salary? What’s that like?”

“Of course, yes the perks of the position! You can expect a higher salary. It’s not set and generally depends on your experience and skill set, but it will be higher nonetheless. But some of the other benefits more freedom to work on your own commissions or projects, and you have final say in what ideas get pushed and what doesn’t.”

Everyone and everything that stood in your way could suck your left tit as far as you were concerned — you were getting this job. And fortunately, you would get to bury Jung’s ass in the process, a win-win situation for you.

“And, the interview process. How does that work? Is it just the standard interview and a ‘Congratulations, you got the job’ or a 'Sorry, better luck next time?’ or are they looking for something more?” He asks, arms folded and leaning back in his chair, his head tilted slightly in inquiry.

Despite not wanting to admit it, the man did ask good questions. You had been wondering this yourself.

“Oh! How could I forget! Yes there’s going to be a standard interview but in addition to that they also want to see an example of your own work. A personal project, if you will.”

A personal project? So in other words, they want to see what you can do when you are given full creative control over a project. This works out great because this has been exactly what you wanted to do for a while now. You couldn’t wait until the members of your team let you take the reigns on a project. Sure it was nice having a team to bounce ideas off of but sometimes, the feeling of being shot down for an idea you felt strongly for was disheartening.

“Come see me in my office so I can give you the full rundown of what corporate expects to see from you for this position.” He says looking at Hoseok before adding, “And that goes for anyone else who plans on applying. But for now, meeting adjourned. Let’s keep up the good work guys. I like what I’m seeing, great improvement from last month.”

Literally nothing had changed from last month, but that is the last thing on your mind right now, as it is too preoccupied with figuring out what you are going to do for your personal project. And also, how you are going to make it better than Hoseok’s as he is clearly also interested in the position.

As everyone begins to file out of the conference room, some chatting excitedly with each other, others uninterested in a job offer that has nothing to do with them, you follow suit. As you make the trek back to your desk, a pep in your step while you run over all the possible ideas you have for your personal project, Park Jimin falls into step with you.

He bumps his shoulder against yours as you walk, alerting you of his presence, rather violently, you might add.

“Big opportunity right? I have no doubt you’re applying for it. Or am I wrong?”

You give him a look. “You bet your cute ass I’m applying. I’d be an idiot to pass up this opportunity. I just have to figure out a way to outdo that asshole Hoseok and I’m set.”

Jimin flashes you a grin saying, “Aww, you think my ass is cute?” He briefly glances back at his derriere, giving himself a pleased smile before he turns back to you. “I’ve been doing this new thing where I incorporate squats into my workouts. They’re killer on leg day but I guess they’re finally paying off. Anyways, what have you got against that guy? Seriously, he’s not a bad dude from what I can tell.”

“Yeah, to you maybe!” you exclaim.

By this time you have reached the break room and Jimin reaches for the coffee pot to pour himself a mug while you watch him, thoroughly annoyed with the direction the conversation has taken. He offers you a cup but you shake your head, leaning against the counter with a sigh.

“Him and I… we have history. Goes back to my college days and I’d rather not relive those thank you very much.”

Jimin turns around to face you, leaning his back against the counter as well as he takes a sip of his coffee. You giggle when he grimaces, presumably because he forgot to add in the appropriate amount of sugar and creamer to the bitter cup of black coffee.

His next statement, however, wipes the grin right off your face.

“Ooh, a romantic tragedy. Tell me more. What, did he dump you for another girl and now you’ve got some sort of vendetta against him? Spicy. Tell me more.”

“What? No! Absolutely not. First of all, I’ve never dated nor will I ever date that asshole. And second of all, why couldn’t I have been the one dumping him?”

Jimin shrugs, muttering into his mug as he takes a sip, “I guess it could’ve gone that way too. But it’s easier to imagine him dumping you because… and don’t take this the wrong way… you’re you.”

Okay ouch. You’re offended to say the least. “And what is that supposed to mean?!?” You explode. You were doing that a lot today. Jimin must be in the mood for mischief.

“I tell her not to take it the wrong way and what does she do, she takes it the wrong way,” he mutters into his coffee mug, almost as if he’s talking more to himself than to you.

“Listen, no offense, but you didn’t seem like the type to be popular throughout college, or high school, or… at all really. You’ve got this quirky, kinda awkward, vibe going on with you. Don’t get me wrong, it’s cute but you don’t strike me as the type to be the ‘life of the party’.” Despite the fact that you’re glaring daggers into the side of his head right now, he elaborates. Unfortunately for you (and fortunately for Jimin), looks can’t kill.

“…Hoseok on the other hand radiates 'I was popular my entire life’ type of energy. I was thinking maybe you two hooked up or even dated for a bit but he dumped you to avoid jeopardizing his social status. Again, no offense to you or anything. If anything I’m offending him, because he was the asshole in this hypothetical situation.“

"You’ve put lots of thought into this haven’t you?” You say incredulously, truly astounded by how elaborate his story is.

Jimin takes a sip of his coffee (now appropriately sweetened) and sighs dramatically. “Sadly, yes. I’m afraid it’s kept me up into the wee hours of the morning for several nights now. So please, do me a favor and tell me what happened. I’m right aren’t I?”

Try as you might to deny it Jimin was right. At least partially. The part about about you and Hoseok dating or hooking up or whatever definitely wasn’t true, but is is true that the two of you ran in different social circles. You were more likely to be caught with your head in a textbook than at a party, where Hoseok seemed to have spent at least 40% of his time in college.

With a sigh you relent, dropping your guarded stance and admitting your defeat.

"Ok, fine, you might be onto something.” Jimin’s eyes widen excitedly and you’re quick to elaborate before he can get anymore ideas.

“Hoseok and I were never together in any way, thank god, but it is true that we were at completely separate ends of the social spectrum.”

Jimin smirks proudly but you pointedly ignore him.

“And… there was a brief moment in time where we were actually friends, or acquaintances, I guess? But that didn’t last long.”

“Friends? The two of you?”

“Very briefly. We stopped being friends when I found out he was a gigantic asshole. But I don’t want to talk about it anymore. Let’s get back to talking about that promotion. I was thinking– ”

“Promotion? You mean the one I’m going to get?”

At the sound of a voice that didn’t come from one of the two of you, you and Jimin snap your head around to see Hoseok standing near the doorway of the breakroom.

Unfortunately for you the universe had not answered your calls for a stress free day void of having to interact with the devil in a suit standing a couple feet away from you. Better luck tomorrow.

“Ew, have you just been standing there like a creep listening to our conversation this entire time?” you scowl out at him.

Hoseok shakes his head, hands in his pants pockets and a sly smirk on his face as approaches. He walks past the both of you, not paying you any mind, as he stops at the coffee machine and pours himself a cup.

“No. Trust me, I have better things to do than eavesdrop on your conversations. I just happened to come in and I heard the two of you talking about the new job offer opening up.” He’s not even looking at you, the pretentious prick, too focused on stirring in the appropriate amount of creamer into his cup.

“Want some advice?”

“I don’t ” you bite back.

He ignores you. “Hey, I’m just looking out for you. I don’t want you to get your feelings hurt when I get the job so I wouldn’t even bother applying if I were you.”

He’s still stirring that stupid cup of coffee and the fact that he’s not even looking at you while he insults you, like you’re not even worth the time of day, is extremely infuriating.

At this point you are seething, but you try your very best to not to go off on him as much as you want to. Working with him on a daily was already difficult but now that you two are vying for the same position? Oh, things are only about to get a hell of a lot worse.

“Thanks for your concern, but if you’re so sure that you’ve got this job already then you won’t mind if I go ahead and apply then. Since you don’t consider me to be any competition then it should be fine, right? Or did I read this all wrong and you’re actually worried I might get the job over you?”

Finally finished meddling with his coffee, he licks the red stirrer clean with his tongue and discards it with a flick into the trash can nearby. Mug in hand he spins around and leans against the counter, flashing a smug grin your way. And you’d be lying if you said that it didn’t affect you at least a smidgen. His smile was stunning, smugness to it and all. So what, he’s attractive. You still hated the man’s guts.

“I tried to warn you so I don’t wanna see any tears when I get it. But I suggest you get used to calling me 'Chief’ from now on. Has a nice ring to it doesn’t it?”

And before you can respond he’s already brushing past you and heading back to his desk, no doubt thoroughly enjoying the fact that he got the last word in while you’re left to gape like a fish out of water.

There’s a moment of silence while Jimin just stares at you seething at Hoseok’s retreating form disappearing into the main room. You almost forgot he was there at all until he finally speaks.

“God, the sexual tension between you two is strong. Can’t you guys just fuck already and end… whatever this is…?”

“Jimin!” you exclaim at him. “What you just witnessed was not sexual tension. It was just passionate mutual hate for each other.”

“Uh huh, sure.”

“You know what, fuck you.”

Jimin’s airy laugh floods your hearing and you wonder not for the first time how someone so mischievous could look so innocent.

“Listen, I just need your support with this, can I trust you to give me that?”

“Right, about that. I was thinking of applying for the position too.”

You give him an incredulous look. He can’t be serious.

“Jimin, you’re in accounting.”

“So? You heard the boss man. He said anyone could apply!”

“Yes, anyone with the right credentials. Do you have a degree in marketing or advertising or any other remotely related field? No you don’t. Come on Jimin, I don’t have time for this right now. I’ve already got enough on my plate dealing with Hoseok, I don’t need to add you to the mix.”

“Relax, I’m just kidding. My department can’t lose me. I’m the best accountant they have. And trust me, you have my full support. I have no doubt you’ll get the job.”

You give Jimin a bright smile and thank him dearly. Despite being a pain in your ass at times, he really was a great coworker and friend at that. He’s one of the few people always reassuring you when you’re nervous about a pitch or an idea you have in mind.

Still, you couldn’t help but feel apprehensive. You hated to admit it but Hoseok was good at his job. If there was anyone who could beat you out of this promotion it was him, not to mention you have no idea who else was considering applying for the position as well. But you were determined. You had to get this job. And you’d bury Hoseok and whoever else decided to go up against you to get it. But first things first… you needed a project idea.

#hoseok x reader #bts series #jhope x reader #coworker hoseok #office au #future smut #future (slight) angst

[divagonzo]

HI, its me again with the ? about eyebrows and how shes rude to people. on your blog again 2 vent. I DON'T UNDERSTAND PEOPLE WHO TRY TO JUSTIFY THE BOOK RELATIONSHIPS AND/OR CHARACTERS, usually y harry/hermione ACTUALLY(hah) MAKES SENSE OR HOW DRACO IS A REDEEMABLE BADBOY(lol) or why draco and hermione should b together despite them never really EVER having a conversation. also he's a nazi?? sooo. AND THEN THEY SOURCE THE FILMS?????? how can people be so wilfully ignorant and unbelievably stupid

Evenin’ Nonnie. Biscuit?

I will take these one at a time, just for my own sorting and all. Might as well get comfortable since this might take a spell.

For the first bit, where people try and justify The Chosen one with The Bookworm, I think much of it is a trope, where the Hero gets The Girl (And for many stories, this is the case. It just didn’t happen in this one.

Those who ship such? Sure. NP. But please stay in your lane. (like one of the wonderful mods for @smutty-claus whom I adore and is incredible.) I’ve read plenty of this particular ship and for various reasons, I don’t see it personally (much of it coming down to personalities but also how each copes with trauma and how that could affect a romantic partner) but then there are plenty who read the same things and would disagree with me. I even have a dear friend of mine who has written Golden Trio fic and I like how he makes the dynamics work and also plausible. (I won’t mention who but @nightfalltwen knows who I am talking about!) I could read their stories time and time again. (Oh right, I have.)

This friend also said that I am the only writer who they will read Ron & Hermione together, because I have both of them flawed and also working together. To me, that is an outstanding compliment.

I think what sticks in my incisors the most is that when I come across a fic of The Chosen One and The bookworm in a romantic relationship, Ron is utterly discounted, bashed, and otherwise trashed in it and that bothers me. Alas, instead of being a tosser and whining, I nope out and go about my day/weekend.

Ah, the Ferret. Yes, I do find it disheartening where so many fall and believe the trope of “the girl saves the asshole boy from his own bad choices” which I disagree with completely because it’s not her job to take responsibility for him. He’s his own (eventual) man and can be responsible for his own decisions. I’ve written fic involving him but also a few steps on his redemption path - which I see is his own journey and not the responsibility of anyone to make him do it.

When I see Darko, I’m immediately reminded of this:

Source: Rare Historical Photos

Everything he did up to that point (say, before his sixth year) has been focused on prejudice, bigotry, genetic superiority, and being a git x 100. I can’t think for a moment that he didn’t participate in such atrocities, such as disposing of prisoners, tormenting those for information, or other nefarious actions. I do think that he was thrown in above his head and realized that, “Oh, shit. I’m in way too deep!” and secondly realized, “Fuck, I’m in deep trouble. Help?”

There was zero contrition on his part to not continue to advocate for the side in question, even after he was rescued in the RoR and nearly immolated and owed his life to Harry - and still turned around and betrayed them (or attempted to before Ron punched him in the nose.)

For actual redemption? He’d have to do it himself (it’s a personal responsibility and not a saving grace, even if he was included in it) and work towards being a better man. No one can make him change. He has to want it himself and work on it himself.

I find it personally distasteful, as a trope, where the girl saves the bigoted boy from his own bad choices. It’s not her responsibility to save him with her lurv.

Do I think he did redeem himself somewhat at some point? Yes, I do. Do I think it’s a saint now, 19 years later? No. Some bells can’t be unrung. He has to live with the fact that he tried to kill multiple people (and failed only by sheer dumb luck) but that’s the absolutely most minimum bar set for being a human.

And those actions are why I personally think that Ron and Hermione would never forgive him and would be civil and polite only for their children’s sake. Harry’s welcome to participate in radical forgiveness but expecting people to forgive you when you’ve stood aside and let ish go down, up to and including attempted murder…. and I couldn’t do it.

So to say he’s a bad boy with a heart of gold… I see it as being toxic romanticism and not seeing that as anything but fantasy will get girls (and some boys) hurt long-term.

Ah, yes. The ship I find distasteful. (it’s not a NOTP of mine but I will nope out of anything related since I find it squicky but won’t torment anyone over it. I find others more…. deserving of my ire.

As I mentioned above, I see that particular trope as being toxic in many ways. Yes, he’s considered a wizarding Fascist and a class 1 bigot. I cannot fathom how someone could see that quality of a person making it a romantic story with him and The Bookworm. I personally can’t, at least in the time frames that everyone writes in.

Why?

Hermione isn’t one to be very… forgiving of anyone who betrays her friends. This includes Harry and Ron (and others.) The only ones that I do see her actively forgiving (in actions but not words) are Ron and Harry (and maybe Ginny, off- page.) She is so damn stubborn that I can’t see her ever muttering the words I’m sorry unless it’s an absolute last resort. (Oh wow, that is me in a nutshell still. I digress.)

I don’t see her being content being a stay at home wife making babies. I don’t see her being content to be put on a pedestal and shown off - and then shoved aside when it’s not convenient. I don’t see her content being the doting wife, quiet in public and only fierce in private.

The writing of enemies to lovers fails this one completely because of the distinct differences is core beliefs. Hate s*x? Sure. That’s about it, if that.

If.

Finally, films. I will be forever salty over them and how fucked up Uncle Steve cocked them up. His atrocious writing and arrogance in thinking he could make the story better earns a kick in his shins and arse for fucking up such an incredible story (even if there are problematic elements involved.)

I think that Tom Felton is a sweetie and the early crushes that Eyebrows McGee had been cute but using personal chemistry and not character chemistry boggles me greatly. The movies aren’t canon but Uncle Steve’s fanfiction made into movies loosely based on the books (kinda like the bourne identity was just the book titles and little to no relation to the books themselves.)

Sadly, it seems that most people don’t have the attention span for reading a book and rather rush through a 2-hour movie and be done with it, as a passive viewer/consumer than actively reading for comprehension. I can’t make people look at canon and go, Hey, the movie got that wrong repeatedly.

I can yell into the void for years and not make a dent. So I don’t try that much unless asked.

#Man that went long #I expected it to #under a cut for Dragon's personal opinions #Anonymous #Dragon asks #Dragon listens #Dragon speaks #Dragon talks XXX

[gvfrry]

oooo sis you’ve got taste, enemies to lovers is definitely the superior trope, hands down my favourite:)

also, your aesthetic sounds so incredible omg, i think it suits you really well

i’m going to start making your present on the following days! so i’m gonna need a few answers to make it you possible:) firstly, what are your top three films? what would your ideal date be? and if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?

have a super nice day!

-secret santa 21:)

I’m so sorry lovely this got kinda buried in my ask box and I’m just awful at answering 😭

top three films: (I’m not a film whore like I am a music whore so don’t come for me lmao)

- bohemian rhapsody

- any marvel movie

- me before you

my ideal date would probably be going to record stores and vinyl hunting and then maybe going on a drive, going adventuring somewhere. I’m an easy gal to please I’d be happy with anything lol

if I could be anywhere in the world right now it’d probably be Spain or Italy or France (I’m indecisive and just want to travel)

can’t wait to see what you come up with!! 💗