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dipplinduo · 2 months

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How long does it typically take you to work on a chapter of your fanfiction? In terms of drafting, getting feedback, and all of that.

Omg stop I love this question???

I'mma be real with you chief, the process is very chaotic & fell into place like this overtime organically. I've enjoyed writing prior to this, but more so of journaling and poetry. The work I post now is my first time legit trying to write storytelling, and it's all been a trial by fire kind of experience. But basically:

I've gotten into the habit of making vague outlines for chapters (or even oneshots) a few days before I sit down and actually write something. They're not really meant to be detailed at all; they're just meant to be trigger phrases that keep me on track with the events I aim to have unfold. Here's an example of what this looks like with Chapter 5 of S&S D (The Power Outage & Storm):

The outlines themselves are also very subject to change; I use them as references but often add in extra detail/scenes or remove/rearrange scenes as I'm writing. With this outline you can immediately see...

Juliana texting Drayton became Kieran snapping the cave selfie. I thought this change would be much better commentary on Kieran's unearthing feelings, as he made the active decision to take the selfie on his own. It was also a good way for Drayton to remain aware of their developing relationship (which was a secondary motive of mine given the brotherly role he eventually adopts), and it became a plot point I could refer back to later when Kieran discovers that Juliana might actually have feelings for him given what she does with the picture.

I was originally envisioning something more romantic with a shared Ribombee sighting. I changed this for a few reasons: 1) Having this scene as is would've verified that Ribombee wasn't a figment of Kieran's imagination 2) I had developed Ribombee's backstory and connection to Kieran by this point, and felt that creating a connection to Juliana this early on would diminish the storytelling with that. 3) Having Kieran see Ribombee as a more "pleasant" experience in this moment was symbolic to his healing in itself, and the extra detail of making Ribombee be a bit of a gatherer who is watching over them adds to the mystical/fairy godmother-like characterization I wanted to depict with her.

As for the actual writing itself?

This is a bit of a personality thing with me, but I am extremely bad at breaking tasks up into digestible bits. I'm more of a "I want to sit down and do all of this in one sitting no matter how long it takes me" kind of person. So 99.99% of the time I'm posting something - whether a singular chapter, a oneshot, or even a double update? It's all written in one sitting when I have a free day. I also have perfectionistic tendencies at times, so I tend to be a slow writer. Rather than write a rough draft to go back to and revise later, I hover over sentences or phrases and I will write/rewrite them when I feel stuck. I refuse to move on otherwise because leaving things unfinished apparently bothers me. So the amount of time it takes me can range but it's pretty much an all day endeavor, LOL.

The pros to this method is that I can zero in and maintain a continuous, uninterrupted flow after having an idea simmer for enough time. But as you can imagine, the cons include feeling very drained afterwards and not necessarily having a true revision process. This is why I make jokes about correcting typos immediately after publishing, lol. As much as I rather not have them there and appreciate when people (kindly) point them out, I think it's also important for me to be able to be imperfect to challenge said perfectionistic tendencies. So the proofreading drawback is actually deliberate, but it's more so for my personal development than for the writing! :P

As for the feedback?

Because of the spontaneity and intensity of my writing style, as well as my eagerness to publish after I finish something, I choose not to use betas. Instead, I actually like to do something I kind of refer to as "consulting" from time-to-time, lol? I essentially will tell a trusted person an idea I am not fully confident about or am having trouble with flushing out, and then I bounce back and forth with them. More often than not being able to verbalize my idea usually just helps me in itself.

The other core component of feedback is actually you guys. I always try to keep the reader experience in mind, and gauging your reactions helps inform me on where I wanna go next. For example...? >:)

No one (to my knowledge) has guessed the big moment that's approaching in Sweet & Sour. I kindaaaa want it to be a possible theory right before the reveal. And since we're getting much closer to it, I'm switching up my hints so they're going from more vague and gradual (beginning of story to recently) -> double entendres (last few chapters) -> more in your face (where we're going). I'm actually super excited but also very terrified for the execution of this shift LOL.

But really, even for cuter moments or smaller things or whatever? You guys are constantly inspiring and encouraging me, and your reactions and theories and fanarts and everrrythingggg all helps me tell a better story, so thank you. I do enjoy working with some of your ideas when you give me permission, and I do put in deliberate nods in fics to some of the things you are all saying/doing to express gratitude and respect back to you. I really want you to know that I am listening and I am so grateful for all of your engagement, so thank you for making my storytelling better. <3

So in sum the writing process for me is essentially:

Think about ideas in the back of my head for a few days

Create an outline a few days later, continue thinking in the back of my head

(If necessary): Consult about weak points that are making me feel stuck

Sit down and write when I have a free day and go ham. (Note: Picking out music to listen to also super helps with channeling the vibe of the writing piece.)

Publish

Wait for reactions and gauge where I wanna go from there

Maintain blog/respond to reactions during the gap; tease aspects of the fic & generate hype (mutual benefit - y'all can get excited and I can get motivated)

Repeat

If you're looking to write yourself, I would honestly tell you to do as I say and not as I do. I'm an extremely stubborn person when it comes to my personal expression (lol) and I honestly wouldn't want people to deal with the exhaustion afterwards, tbh. I'd suggest creating an outline, pacing yourself appropriately, and taking breaks as you write. Revising/proofreading before publishing would probably make your work a lot stronger, but if you're too impatient like me I see you and I feel you and we ride at dawn together LOOOLLL

This was a super fun question, I hope this answers it well enough! :)

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againtodreaming · 7 months

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Firstly, when you get this, you have to answer with 5 things you like about yourself, publicly. Then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (non-negotiable, positivity is cool)

@lyloneliness you send the first ask but also @mavr4xx @vinylbiohazard @ghostsinacoat @yumaisbored you also asked this too and omg i love u all but also, why do you do this to me 😭😭😭 i was already struggling a lot to think of 5 things with the first ask (and i still haven't even gotten to the tag game of this), and now I have to think of TWENTY-FIVE?!? ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ (plus 5 more if I end up finding the tag game again plus the ability to think of 5 more...)

Anyways, thank you so much for the asks (´,,•ω•,,)♡ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ✩‧₊♡ (even if they are the hardest asks I have done in my life 💀) (it was interesting and fun tho 🌟) you are all awesome 💖🌟💞 now here we go:

(25 things here in the same post bc…not sure I just started doing it after @ all of u and I am doing this draft in my phone and separating this in the other asks i still have to look for is too much work) (apologies for the length, the further i got, the longer some of the answers became😅)

1 - My hair (used to be really thick and my mom used to make this amazing hairstyles almost every day when I was a kid—there was one that was a huge rose made of braids or smth, the hairpins were awful and it took so long but it was so pretty, I think my mom even made it for the wedding of one of her friends, anyways I lost maybe more than half of my hair when I was like 15, stress probably, and then I decided to cut it even below the shoulder—first time in my life it was so short—bc I was so mad with it but also bc I had zero energy to even try to take care of it by that point. Grown back until like my mid-back—used to have it like waist length before—by now and now I got maybe a little more than half of the hair that I used to have at 13 which is a lot better than it was at 15 and hopefully it gets back to what I used to have in a couple of years more, but for now it's enough to start playing with it and doing braids)

2 - Open-mindedness

3 - Creativity

4 - Patience

5 - That I'm an older sister

6 - Uf, how do I explain this one—like, empathy? kindness? feeling things deeply? putting yourself in the other person's shoes and being considerate of that? being too sentimental? which can be really annoying too but I wouldn't trade it so...

7 - That I can talk really fast

8 - Being expressive

9 - Always thinking things through

10 - Confident in my likes? (okay, so this one feels complicated, but for example, when I was a little kid, 6 or 7 years old probably, I loved superheroes, but my classmates in my all-girls school were like, that's for boys 😒, and I felt horrible bc that was just another thing in that i didnt fit in with everyone else and i always wanted to fit in, but somehow—which looking back feels weird bc who even knew i could be surprisingly confident in some aspects—was that i never thought i was in the wrong for liking superheroes? Like, yeah, I always wanted to fit in and I felt bad that I didn't, but even with all the social insecurity I was constantly plagued with, I never felt like I was in the wrong for being myself or that I should change myself or pretend to like stuff I didn't just to fit in (that strategy didn't even cross my mind until I was…can't be sure, it was somewhere in the last few years in this country, it was either a documentary, fiction, or the group therapy, but the idea of actual people in real life doing smth they didn't agree and had no purpose except to fit in was like: 🤯!?!!?!?!) (I didn't handle it that well either to be fair, if I wasn't with my friends i just decide to hide during recess and/or to not speak at all with anyone, until I changed schools) (I liked the 2nd school better). I assume that in my head I was like: "shame that I'm not like all of you but what can you do, I'm me ╮(╥﹏╥)╭ "

11 - I'm usually also all or nothing with almost all things? Like, for example, math. I don't like math, it has always been the class I struggled with the most and all my math teachers in Peru were really strict and thank goodness that my dad loves math and really good at it or I would have been lost without someone to explain it to me. But last week, my parents got an email from my math teacher who was telling them how proud she was of me and how I always strove to understand everything and there was some implication that I did it bc I liked what I was learning, which like, I mean, I like geometry a lot more than algebra bc it's simpler, and I don't exactly hate it, but I certainly wouldn't do it for pleasure. At all. And yeah, I ask her about everything I don't understand (she insisted to the whole class to please ask her anything if we needed help, so i had permission; if she wasn't available tho, I just would have asked my dad or a friend who is good at math to explain it to me) and ask her to show me exactly what I did wrong and what would be the correct answer but all of that is bc well, if I'm going to do well in the class, I need to understand what I did wrong in order to fix it, and like, math classes always build on each other, so if I don't smth I will later have problems with it, and also like, I'm already stuck with the class whether I like it or not, if I'm going to do smth, I'm going to do it well. Which is smth my mom has complained a lot of times, especially during last school year when I had a lot of late assignments bc I was too anxious about doing any of them bc I was afraid of doing it wrong or bc I didn't have the energy to think clearly so I wouldn't be able to do my best so like yeah…I ended up not doing the assignments at all (this is the part that I hate about this all or nothing thing with me, but let's focus on the positive side right now). Or with projects, I once stayed awake until like 5 am like several nights straight to do a project for economics class which like…I decided to make my own illustrations for each slide of the ppt to illustrate the information on top of doing the reading and answering the questions stuff…and I was already in a hurry with it bc I didn't know the school put assigned summer readings in the school's website (it was my first year in this country and nobody had said anything about it the year prior, plus it was quarantine time) and the teacher gave me a few extra days bc I still needed to hurry up in reading the book so yeah, I should have done smth more simple and fast to just submit it and get a grade but it wouldn't have been doing my best, not even near my best and I was already compromising on some stuff to not take too long since there wasn't too much time for my initial ideas so…yep. The teacher loved my project tho (and gave me a 100 even tho it was one day late) and asked if she could use it for her class of next year soooo…totally worth it. But yeah, i was sort of confused that Geometry teacher thought to send an email like that when I have only been trying to understand the concepts I am assigned to learn?

Thinking, thinking, thinking….you know what, I want to put my height in here just annoy my sister (she would be all dramatic annoying fake pitying dramatic gasp about it and would drag the younger ones to her side of the argument) but she wouldn't even see it plus I don't actually care about heights (I just care that she's annoying about it almost daily) so that would also be a lie so another thing….you know what, i already got 11 in one morning, coming back to this later

12 - Okay, so I hate all my health problems, absolutely hate them, so annoying and expensive and restricting and confusing BUT—how do I word this…it has 2 parts…umm…okay, so I'm really familiar with the clinic in Peru I used to go all the time and, okay I hated having to go to the clinic so many times, especially towards the end, but I liked being familiar with it? Like, the people, the sense of a community, the building, the routine. It was probably more familiar than my schools since I changed schools a few times while the clinic was there ALWAYS (until we moved countries and I never expected to miss the fucking clinic but it happened which wtf but also makes sense which also omg mila (ノ◇≦。) but also, the medical system was definitely easier and less expensive than whatever the fuck they have going on here, plus not having all our usual doctors, so there is also a practical reason aside from me unreasonably missing everything that was familiar including things I didn't even like much). That's the first part. Second part is that it has brought…lessons ig. Like, idk, it's been a huge formative part of my life. About health and food and family stuff and experiences. Like, I hate having the health problems (they are A LOT better now than when I was younger as long I do some things to keep it that way, but yeah, really grateful for that) but also, I don't really know who I would be without those experiences? Changed the whole family too so like…idk, it's weird but felt worth mentioning.

13 - That I'm really curious and like learning.

14 - Sense of style

15 - Loyalty—to people (like, even swallowed down all my shyness and anxiety to try to reconnect with some childhood friends I hadn't talked in forever bc moving countries and depression thing) (going well, really happy that we are talking again) but also like to interests and values ig? Like, most of my likes (superheroes, anime, drawing, maybe writing but not sure about that one, all started before I even turned 8 y/o) and like, aside from maturing and a couple of things, I don't think I've changed much at all. I have never stopped liking smth I used to like anyways.

16 - Openness ig? Like, I never want to be a bother so it depends on the person and the history i have with them and sometimes on the occasion, but I never really had any problems asking for help or speaking about my problems or feelings

17 - My handwriting when it's not written in a hurry

18 - My attention to detail

19 - Not getting mad easily—which is you know good with being an older sister too bc like...my dad is really annoying (but like jokingly annoying) and a lot of times bc of it (or some other times other family members) my sister and my mom get mad about some small comment they take seriously and then they get angry and leave the table or living room or whatever and then it's like all awkward bc the mood got broken (which also, a little hypocritical especially bc the sister also loves to be annoying in purpose with everyone of us) but unlike them, the middle sister and me like...we don't really care much about it? We are usually the ones that get more teased by the others but it's like, smth one therapist didn't understand, which was so annoying wtf did setting boundaries had to do with my siblings being annoying, I don't care that they are annoying bc it's like, we usually get along well (presently; there used to be constant fighting between 2 of them we were little but they are better now) and they have always been annoying but it's like, a game, I know they are not serious about the matter. I can be annoying back if I feel like it and it's all in good fun. The only times I don't like it it's when it's actually serious, with you know, intention to hurt or being passively aggressive mad about smth, stuff like that. Point is that yeah, it's also good for sibling diplomacy bc I'm rarely the one getting mad with the other ones.

20 - That I like dogs

…I can't think of 5 more. Uf, let's see…okay, getting desperate here but—

21 - That I'm Peruvian

22 - Good at cooking

23 - Good at planning

24 - My self-awareness

25 - That I like to be more positive and hopeful about things in general I think? (myself is usually an exception) Constant argument with my sister bc she can be so pessimistic sometimes. Like, life is already hard enough as it is, having fun and connecting with people makes things more enjoyable, so why not try to focus on the bright side whenever possible and make things better. She thinks I'm naive, I know I can be naive, but also, if I have to live I'm going to enjoy it bc what's the point otherwise. Generalizing things doesn't help. I think.

OKAY!! DONE!! 25 THINGS!!! FINALLY 😭💖

Thank you again and I hope you are all doing well <33

#please nobody ask me this again/lh #i had to resort for a strengths list quiz they made me do in therapy for ideas #u know for at least half of these #i had several negative counterpoints that i refrained from adding and shut the mental door on them to dismiss them #be proud of me for that #the good side of having to do 25 of these things is that I don't have to struggle anymore in choosing only 10 followers lol #but also #love this game #it's really a great way to spread positivity and the idea is just so nice #glad that it exists and that u all thought of me to send it to <3 #brightens the day and it's a good exercise #i just will die if I have to think of even 2 more things anytime soon 😂#mila habla #asks

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gardenofcamellias · 9 months

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another short scene(s) that will probably (but never say never) get put into a full fic

this one: bokuaka (hq) & coffee shops & university au

i looked back at this draft after two years of not touching it and omg i kinda forgot how much i liked the idea for this fic... i hope one day i can go back to it

fun fact—i lowkey based the whole fic off the title i wanted for it: A Beauty in his Mind

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Akaashi had been getting more headaches than usual lately.

Not that it was a surprise. When he told his parents that he would be majoring in Creative Writing in University, they chastised and scolded for weeks on end.

"It's a waste of time!" his mother declared.

"How are you going to get a job with that kind of major? Might as well be living in a box," his father said, disgusted.

"I can't go into something like chemistry or math!" Akaashi insisted. "Wrapping my brain around all those formulas, not being able to express myself creatively—I can't live like that!"

"You won't be able to live at all with a major like Creative Writing," his mother hissed, as if his choice of major was some sort of curse. "You wouldn't be able to earn enough money to get yourself food at the grocery store."

"After all the sacrifices we made for you..." his father sighed. "You throw it all away with this."

After a month of this, Akaashi resolved to move out.

Akaashi was able to get an apartment about fifteen minutes from his university. The apartment complex was across the street from a town center with a supermarket, an ice cream shop, and a café. Overall, the town seemed pleasant and peaceful—a nice change in pace from his previous living conditions.

Akaashi was never the type to disobey the rules. He was a good student—in high school he took top level university preparation classes, he got one of the highest scores on exams, he even played in his school's volleyball club as an added extracurricular to put on his applications (it shows great teamwork and leadership skills people always said). But this time, he couldn't just follow blindly with what his parents were telling him to do. He couldn't become a doctor or an engineer like his parents always wanted. Every time Akaashi pictured himself performing surgery on someone or manipulating some foreign formula to build some sort of robot arm, he felt like he was about to suffocate. Writing was his passion—a way to truly be able to show his true colors and say what he was really feeling inside. Akaashi couldn't, no more like wouldn't, throw that away for sake of gaining more security or a bigger paycheck.

But that still didn't make him any less terrified.

There was no doubt that the choice he was making was a risky one. But if he didn't go down this path, Akaashi would regret it for the rest of his life. He would spend eternity swimming in a sea of what ifs or what would haves. Akaashi was grateful for all that his parents had done for him so far in his life, but now he had to pave his own road—make choices for himself and not for the sake of others.

Crap, crap, crap, Akaashi thought to himself as he frantically pressed the button that would allow him to cross the street from his apartment complex to the town center. It was already eleven o'clock in the morning, which means the café is bound to be packed already with people. Akaashi needed to score a seat and a table in order to work on his narrative for one of his writing classes. He had writer's block, and looking at the same old walls in his apartment with zero inspiration was making him go crazy—he needed a change of scenery. Originally, Akaashi planned to get to the café early at six o'clock so he could grind out his paper, but he had unfortunately slept through his alarm.

After what felt like an eternity, Akaashi was finally able to cross the street and enter the café. Surprise, surprise, sighed Akaashi. It's crowded. Nevertheless, he clutched the bag he was carrying and headed to the counter to order his usual.

"One large Caffè Latte please," Akaashi said to the barista.

"Sounds good, one large Caffè Latte," the barista repeated. "That'll be four dollars please."

As Akaashi handed the barista his money, he heard an unfamiliar voice.

"Interesting choice, although I'm more of an Iced Green Tea guy myself."

Akaashi turned around and suddenly a man around his age was standing next to him. He had black and grey spiky hair with white tips. His golden eyes glistened as the light from above them hit his face.

"Well it's a good thing it's my order and my drink," Akaashi replied nonchalantly.

When the barista handed him his receipt and he proceeded to walk away, Akaashi could've sworn that the man he spoke to earlier ordered a Caffè Latte from the barista as well.

He's certainly a character, Akaashi thought to himself, then shook his head. It's his money, he can waste it on whatever he wants with it, even if that includes getting some random drink because some stranger was getting it too.

Akaashi leaned on a nearby wall while he waited for the barista to make his drink. He got out his phone and started scrolling through the News app to catch up on whatever he missed to pass the time.

You won't believe what the secret ingredient is in this Power Curry!

Weather Update: The Best Time to go to the Beach

This new starting lineup filled to the brim with rising stars!

Water Warriors season three is here! Is it a Hit or a Miss?

"Akaashi!" the barista called from the counter.

"Thank you," Akaashi said, grabbing his drink.

Now, Akaashi attempted to scan the room for an empty chair so he could work. Nope. Nothing.

Wait!

Akaashi quickly spotted an empty seat at a table in the corner of the room, right next to the front window of the café. The table had room for only two chairs, and from what he could see, someone was already occupying one of them. It would be a little cramped, but Akaashi was desperate. He needed to finish his narrative. It certainly wasn't unusual to share a table with a complete stranger, Akaashi had done it all the time in the library during finals week.

"Excuse me," Akaashi began. "Do you mind if I sit here-"

"Mr. Caffè Latte!"

It wasn't until then that Akaashi saw the other customer occupying the other seat at the table. Life can be so cruel, Akaashi thought to himself. It was the stranger who ordered the same drink as him.

"You know I have to say," the stranger said, taking another sip of his coffee. "I don't know why you get this. It tastes so bitter."

"Then why did you order it?" Akaashi asked, annoyed.

"Because I was curious," the stranger said. "You see, I’ve always wanted to try coffee! You look like a smart person, with your glasses and everything. I figured smart people get good coffee orders."

"But unfortunately, that didn't seem to be the case this time." the stranger continued, shaking his head. "It tastes so bitter."

"Yeah whatever, I didn't come here to be judged for my taste in coffee," Akaashi said. "I came here to ask you if I could sit here in that empty chair at this table."

"Of course!" the stranger exclaimed. The stranger was practically beaming with joy, as if he had been waiting for someone to take the empty seat across from him.

"Thank you," Akaashi mumbled, and sat down, placing his coffee on the table. He zipped open the bag he had brought in and grabbed his laptop from inside. Akaashi put the laptop on the table, turned it on, and pulled up the Word Doc he was working on earlier with his narrative on it. He scanned through and edited what he had so far:

Akihiko lived a quiet life. He was the owner of a small bakery at the edge of town, away from the demons. He had no desire to fight them like the other guys in his class did. Running this bakery gave him the means to get everything he wanted: food on his plate, clothes to wear on his back, a roof to sleep under. He was safe. He was happy. Or so he thought.

Once in a while, Akihiko would find himself daydreaming about the life he could’ve lived if he joined the Warriors. Cutting the demons down one by one, telling stories around the fire with his fellow soldiers about the battles they had fought that day. It seemed fun to him. Better than the boring, monotonous life he was living now. Alas, Akihiko shook his head. There’s no fun in being a demon slaying hero if you are dead, he sighed.

“Whatcha working on?” the stranger asked, a quizzical expression forming on his face.

Akaashi looked up from his screen. “Why do you care? It’s none of your business,” he said.

“Because you looked confused while staring at your laptop,” the stranger said. He smiled. “I thought maybe, if what you are working on is in my area of expertise, I could help.”

Akaashi narrowed his eyes. “I did not look ‘confused’ while staring at my laptop.”

“Even so,” the stranger retorted. “I want to help! You know what they say, two heads are better than one.”

Akaashi sighed, figuring there was going to be no end to the stranger’s banter if he didn’t give in to what he wanted. “I’m working on a narrative for one of my creative writing classes. I’m struggling with writer’s block right now.”

“Ahh I see,” the stranger said, tapping his chin. “That can be difficult. So, what’s happening right now in the story?”

Akaashi eyed the stranger. Why is he so interested in this? Nevertheless, Akaashi continued. “The protagonist is this guy who lives in a village. He lives a quiet, normal life, but at the same time he craves adventure. But he still appreciates the safety and security of his current living conditions. I’m trying to figure out how to get the protagonist to go on this quest I have planned out for him, without making his decision to go on the quest seem out of character.”

The stranger ran his hand through his spiky hair. “Hmmm… Why don’t you just force him?”

Akaashi eyes widened, dumbfounded. “Uh yeah, that’s sort of the point of me writing this narrative. To force the main character to do things that are out of his element. But the problem is that right now, he wouldn’t choose-”

“So don’t make him choose,” the stranger fired back. “Make up a situation where he can’t say no! Something like that.”

Akaashi adjusted his glasses, considering what the stranger had to say. “Make up a situation where he can’t say no?” Akaashi repeated. “It would take some time for me to think of a good scene for the encounter but… that could work-”

“Hey, hey, hey! That’s what I mean!” the stranger exclaimed. “When your book becomes famous, you better list me as one of your significant contributors: Bokuto Koutarou!”

“I’m not writing a book, it’s just a narrative for my creative writing class.”

“Well when you do decide to write a book, make sure you come to me! I like listening to your stories Mr. Caffè Latte! We could bounce ideas off each other!”

“My name isn’t Mr. Caffè Latte, it’s Akaashi Keiji,” Akaashi sighed, rolling his eyes. “Besides, are you even a Writing student? It would be a waste of your time trying to help me write since you don’t gain anything from it.”

“Well, no, I’m not,” Bokuto mumbled, suddenly looking very somber. “But who said anything about ‘gaining’ something? Listening to your ideas—it sounds fun to me! And if that’s the only thing I ‘gain’ from it, that’s alright with me. But if you ask me, I think that hearing your stories will have more benefits than what meets the eye.”

“You… have a strange taste in hobbies Bokuto-san,” Akaashi replied, now beginning to pack up his belongings. It looked like he wasn’t going to get any work done if he stayed in this café any longer.

“Where are you going Akashi?” Bokuto asked.

“Akaashi,” he corrected. “I’m sorry I must cut this conversation short, but I have to return home. I have some things I must take care of. Thank you for this conversation, Bokuto-san. I’ll be sure to keep your suggestions in mind next time I work on my narrative.”

“Anytime Akaashi!” Bokuto exclaimed. “I’ll see you later!”

Akaashi politely bowed towards Bokuto, and headed towards the exit door of the café. See you later? Why is he acting as though we will see each other again? Akaashi thought to himself. To each other, we are merely strangers. We met in this café by pure coincidence. Just two passerbys in the sea of chance. We will probably never see each other again.

But, if there was one thing Akaashi knew for certain, it’s that Fate deals her cards in the strangest ways.

As Akaashi left the café, out of the corner of his eye, he saw Bokuto take another sip of the Caffè Latte he ordered. Bokuto cringed. “So bitter.” ***

As Akihiko prepared to close up his shop for the night, a man came bursting through the doors of the bakery. His long cloak draped over his body and clothes, his white hair brushed in all sorts of directions, his golden eyes were wide, and his face appeared frightened.

“Please! You have to help me! You have to help me save my sister! She was captured by the demons!”

“I’m so sorry,” Akihiko apologized. “But I do not know how to fight demons. Maybe if we were to report this-”

“No!” the stranger said, forcefully. He pulled out a note from his cloak. “It has to be you!”

Akihiko opened the note. It read:

Brother, you must help me. I’ve been kidnapped by demons. Seek Akihiko, the owner of the bakery at the edge of town. He will be able to help you.

“I… I don’t understand,” Akihiko replied, his words shaking. “I… I don’t know you or you sister!”

“I don’t know why it says that either—but that’s what she wrote. Those were her last words to me!” the stranger exclaimed. “Please, I’m begging you, help me save my sister!”

Akihiko looked at the stranger. “I guess I can’t say no, huh?” ***

Akaashi had to lean on the crosswalk pole for support. With the deadline for his narrative looming in the distance, his sleepless nights increased. His limbs felt like boulders, sometimes if he zoned out too much, it would be difficult to walk. I just need a cup of coffee to wake me up, Akaashi told himself. Then, I’ll be okay.

When the crosswalk signal indicated that it was safe to cross the street, Akaashi trudged along, itching to get to the café. Luckily, Akaashi was able to wake up on time today, so there would be plenty of seats available.

He hadn’t been to the café in a couple days (he hated how reliant he was on caffeine in order to become just a functional human being), but Akaashi was getting desperate. He needed to get this paper done. He needed this paper to be good.

As he approached the café, something caught his eye in the corner table next to the front window. Black and grey. Spiky. White tips. Golden eyes. No… It couldn’t be…

Akaashi rubbed his head. He paid no mind to it. He entered the café.

“Akaashi!” he heard a voice say.

Akaashi turned his head towards the source of the sound. It came from the corner table near the front window. It was…

“Oh, hello Bokuto-san,” Akaashi said, bowing politely, hoping to hide his annoyance.

Bokuto motioned for him to come over to the table where he was sitting. Akaashi begrudgingly followed in order not to be rude.

“How have you been!” Bokuto exclaimed, as if he and Akaashi were close friends. “How’s the story coming along? I hope you took my advice into consideration!”

“It’s going along fine,” Akaashi said, itching to get away from the conversation as fast as he could. “And your advice was very helpful, thank you.”

Bokuto smiled wide. “That makes me happy to hear!” he said, pleased with himself. “Oh! You must be here to work! Here, put your stuff down on the chair on the other side of this table. You can keep it here while you go get your drink.”

Akaashi shook his head. “I’m sorry, but I have to do a lot of work today. Besides, there are plenty of empty seats available. I don’t want to intrude-”

“Intrude?! Don’t worry about it, you aren’t intruding!” Bokuto said. “I told you, I like listening to your stories, they’re very interesting! And I know you have to work, so I promise I won’t bother you when you need silence. Just give me the word, and I put in some headphones and listen to music or something so it’s quiet when you work. So please, come sit next to me?”

Akaashi sighed. While Akaashi still had a ways to go before his paper was finished, he would feel terrible rejecting Bokuto’s offer to share the table with him. He figured as long as Bokuto respected when he needed silence to work, it wouldn’t be such a big deal. “Okay, fine. Can you do me a favor and watch my stuff for me while I go get my drink?”

“Sounds good to me!” Bokuto exclaimed, smiling again.

Akaashi noticed that Bokuto smiled a lot. He was practically beaming with plain and pure happiness. It seemed like even the smallest things would fill Bokuto with joy. Akaashi suspected that if Bokuto found a lucky penny on the sidewalk on his way home, he would get so excited, the people around him would think he had just won the lottery.

Akaashi once again walked up to the counter to order his usual. “Can I get one large Caffè Latte?”

“Of course,” the barista said. “For Akaashi, right?”

He was taken aback. “You… remember my name?”

“Usually, only locals come to this café,” the barista replied. “You get used to remembering names and faces when it’s the same customers that come in every single day.”

“I see,” Akaashi said. “I’m sorry I can’t seem to remember yours.”

“It’s fine, don’t worry about it. You’re not the one on the clock anyways,” she reassured. “Here’s your receipt.”

“Thank you,” Akaashi replied, walking away from the counter.

Once Akaashi got his drink, he joined Bokuto again at the table.

“So, so?” Bokuto asked. “How’s the main guy doing in the story? What do you have written so far since the last time you came here? What’s happening right now?”

Akaashi saw no benefit protesting in answering Bokuto’s endless stream of questions. He figured he would just end up answering them in the long run anyways. Akaashi guessed that was the type of guy Bokuto was—the type that just pulls you in. Even if you didn’t care about him. Even if you weren’t interested in him. Even if you didn’t even know him. None of that mattered, once you get pulled into a conversation with him, you just can’t take your eyes away. His overbearing attitude was infectious, and soon enough all you want to do is hear more. You want to understand him. Why did he talk to you? Why is he so interested? Why does he care? Bokuto was an enigma. Once you meet him, all you will do is try and solve the puzzle.

“Here, I think it would be easier if you just read it for yourself,” Akaashi said, turning his laptop towards Bokuto so he could see the screen. “Don’t worry, I haven’t written much, so it’s not a long read.”

Bokuto’s golden eyes widened, glistening under the light from above. Glistening. They were always glistening. “I get to read it? I’m honored, thank you!” Bokuto smiled.

“It’s not a big deal,” Akaashi mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Bokuto asked, curious. “Usually, writers are really protective about who gets to read what they write, especially things that are a work in progress.”

“Yes, I guess so. I think it’s because in my experience writers are usually proud of what they’ve written. They’re afraid that whoever they show it to won’t like what they read,” Akaashi stated. “But that’s not really a problem here. I’m not really proud of this narrative.”

“What?! Why not?!”

“I mean, I don’t think it’s bad per se. It’s not as good as it could be,” Akaashi clarified. “It’s been really hard to write this narrative that’s all. I force myself to work on and write on this piece everyday because of my deadline coming up. But everything I’ve written in this narrative is just word vomit.”

“Word vomit?”

Akaashi sighed. “I’ve been having really bad writer’s block these past couple months. Everything I try to write in my free time eventually just falls flat. The only reason why I’m even making progress on this narrative is because it’s required for my class. But even the things I do type out for my narrative, it’s just garbage. If I’m being honest, I have no idea where this story is even going.”

Bokuto frowned in response.

“Ah, I’m sorry,” Akaashi apologized. “I guess I’ve just been really frustrated these past couple months and needed to vent. I’m sorry you had to hear all of that.”

“No, it’s fine, don’t worry about it!” Bokuto assured him. “If you need to vent or complain or anything, you can always come to me.”

Akaashi politely smiled. Honestly, the idea of sharing all of his personal problems with a complete stranger terrified him. Yet, with Bokuto, for some reason, it didn’t feel like that. Nevertheless, Akaashi was still hesitant. “Thank you Bokuto-san, I will keep that in mind.”

“Mmhmm! Of course,” Bokuto said. “I’m going to keep reading this now.”

“By all means,” Akaashi replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

Akaashi stayed quiet to let Bokuto finish reading the draft. He glanced around the café, looking at all the customers talking, laughing, drinking their cup of Joe to receive their energy for the day. But somehow, someway, no matter where he looked, his eyes would always fall back onto Bokuto. He had a strong form. He definitely must work out or something. Akaashi could see Bokuto’s chest rise up and down as he breathed. As Bokuto’s eyes scanned the laptop screen (they were glistening, of course), there was this childlike curiosity about them. As they say, the eyes are the windows to the soul and from one glance at Bokuto’s, Akaashi could tell that he was really interested. There was no lying or manipulation involved—he genuinely wanted to get to know Akaashi.

But why? Akaashi asked himself. Why are you so interested in me? I’m nothing special. His eyes landed on Bokuto once more. Akaashi couldn’t place it, but there was something different about him. He stood out, that’s for sure. How could he not? His grey and black hair spread in all directions, it resembled how an owl’s feathers would be spread. He was loud, boisterous. All eyes would turn to him whenever he would walk into a room—that’s just the type of guy he was. No matter how hard you try, it’s impossible to look away. If anything it should be the other way around: it should be Akaashi that’s interested in Bokuto. Because if there was one that Akaashi knew, for better or for worse, Bokuto was something special.

“Akaashi?”

“Oh? What?”

“I finished reading your draft,” Bokuto explained.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I must’ve zoned out,” Akaashi apologized.

“It’s no problem,” Bokuto said. “I really like it! You're such a good writer Akaashi! You must be really hard on yourself if you think this is bad.”

“Thank you, I appreciate it,” Akaashi said. “But when you’re a Creative Writing major, the professors expect you to be good at writing, so there’s a lot of pressure added whenever a large paper is due.”

“Oh, I see, that must be really difficult,” Bokuto said.

“Yeah, and to top it all off, I have no idea where this story is even going,” Akaashi huffed. “I’ve been in this writer’s block slump for so long, I forgot what it’s like to get a really good idea, you know?”

“Hmm I think I sort of understand,” Bokuto responded, rubbing his chin. Suddenly, he snapped his fingers. “Are you free tomorrow?”

“I have class in the morning, but I should be free in the afternoon,” Akaashi replied, raising an eyebrow. “Why do you ask?”

Bokuto smiled. “I’m going to get you out of your writer’s block!”

Akaashi eyed him suspiciously. “I’ve tried many things to help me get out of my slump—exercise, meditation, more sleep, you name it. No offense, but how do you think you are going to get me out of my writer’s block?”

“Hey, hey, hey! At least let me try!” Bokuto protested. “After all, the last time I gave you advice, it ended up working out for the better, right?”

Akaashi couldn’t help but admit he was right. “Okay fine, what did you have in mind?”

“Tomorrow, meet me at Koi Park at four o’clock p.m. There should be some benches near the information building of the park, let’s meet there.”

“How is this supposed to help me get out of my slump?”

Bokuto gave a more mischievous smile this time. “You’ll see.”

Akaashi tried to ask more questions, but Bokuto wouldn’t give. What am I doing? Akaashi scolded himself. He should be studying, working on his projects, attending office hours for his professors—not getting stringed along by some stranger’s convoluted plot to help him even though he barely knew who he was. But that was the power of Bokuto: he pulls you in, he makes you listen. He attracts you with his bright eyes and beaming smile. He’ll reel you into his light and before you know it…

“Okay, I’ll see you then.”

…you’re blind. ***

“You were having a long conversation with that customer, Kaori.”

“Are you insinuating something, Yukie?”

“No, no, not at all,” Yukie replied, acting innocent. “But, I mean, do you think he’s cute? I mean I don’t blame you. You got the glasses, the hair, the eyes, the glasses…”

“What?! Akaashi? No!” Kaori retorted. “You know I’m dating someone already.”

“I know, I know. But for the record, it is not a crime to look,” Yukie stated, filling an endless line of coffees with whipped cream.

“It’s just,” Kaori began, as she poured more coffee beans in the coffee maker. “I recognize Akaashi. We go to the same university. He’s in one of my classes. But…”

“But what?”

“Whenever I see Akaashi in class, he always looks so sad,” Kaori said. “I felt sorry for him. It looked like he’s been going through something.”

“Oh?”

“But the past couple times Akaashi has come into the café, he’s sat at that same corner table near the front window,” Kaori observed. “And I noticed, he doesn’t look as sad anymore.”

“Well good for him then,” Yukie said. “He probably found something, like a new hobby or show, to lift his spirits or distract him from whatever’s going on.”

Kaori glanced over at the corner table again and saw Akaashi. He looked exhausted for one. However, he wasn’t wearing that same crinkled, frustrated expression he always wore before when he was in class. He looked like he was almost… beaming.

“Yeah.” ***

Akihiko let the stranger stay the night in his cottage. They would leave the next morning in search for his sister. Meanwhile, Akihiko got to learn more about the stranger.

His name was Bunta. His younger sister, Wakuri, was still a young child, so she just followed him wherever he went. Bunta was a traveling salesman—he and his sister trekked all across Japan to sell their goods to willing buyers. When Akihiko asked why he didn’t just open up a permanent shop, he just shrugged.

“I can’t stay cooped up in one place for too long,” Bunta replied. “Makes me feel like I’m suffocating.”

“But your business would be much more profitable if you had a real shop,” Akihiko suggested. “You would have a lot more loyal customers if-”

“Ehh, don’t really care about making bank,” Bunta said, shrugging again. “As long as I make enough money to keep Wakuri and I well and healthy, I don’t need all of that other fancy stuff. I’m more interested in traveling all over Japan—seeing the world you know?”

“Seeing the world… Huh…”

“What about it?”

“Oh nothing,” Akihiko replied. “I’ve just never been outside this city before.”

“Seriously?”

“Seriously,” Akihiko confirmed. “I’m kind of scared. This little quest of ours will basically be my first trip.”

Bunta gave Akihiko a large grin. “Then allow me to be your guide.”

#haikyuu #hq #fanfic #akaashi keiji #bokuto koutarou #bokuaka #coffeeshops #i wanna go to a coffeeshop #frankly i made akaashi go to a coffeeshop because i wanna go to a coffeeshop #frankly frankly i made akaashi and bokuto meet at a coffeeshop because how cool would it be to meet your soulmate at a coffeeshop #we love the secret pleasures of the mundane

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lovelyinconsistentices · 4 months

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Hello!!! This is the anon that requested that first Ramona fic. I’ll just go by 🕹️ for now! Happy new year!! I hope everything is going well for you, wishing the best for ya :)

OMG, Hello 🕹️! Such a cute anon emoji actually, also happy new years to you too. It's been going pretty good though I'm a bit busy, but speaking of the Ramona fic. I'm so sorry it hasn't been out sooner, I had it halfway written out twice but both times it was wiped which was such a pain in the ass.

The first time my phone died and Tumblr didn't save it, the second time I don't know what happened. I didn't even realize the draft was empty as I had other drafts ready for layouts of future stuff, but when I scrolled back to finish it there was nothing there so I'm assuming it didn't save. 😭

But I actually started writing it two days ago, I'm working on it now. It should be out soon in like a day or two hopefully, there with be two versions for it. One for Third-person, and one for Second-Person. I've been trying to clean up the summaries and stuff, but I'm going to go down the list of all the people who've requested in order of time. You're my first ever request and thank you so much for requesting because I felt so much joy when I got a request for the first time, also omg I was looking for Ramona fics and stuff but there's like zero for the tag.

It only shows a fic for Berlin, I don't know what that is but still I'm so shocked that there's like nothing. Maybe my tumblers being stupid but still there's zero, but there was an author I recently found that I liked. They have a Ramona fic, I'll probably post it with my favorite fics or just post it along with the oneshot for you! ^^

Look at me writing way too much, I have more Ramona content that's supposed to come out as well in the future. There's also an anon who requested what I thought Ramona was like when she had a crush, I'll have that out eventually as well. The reason I haven't responded is because I want to write everything on the anon's post but sadly Tumblr doesn't save drafts for that so I'll have to work on it and finish it completely in an hour or so without pausing, I may post that as well.

Anyways thank you so much 🕹️, I hope you're doing well and that your new years is going well. I'm so sorry for rambling, also much love for you. From what I have written I'm pretty proud of how it's going, I've had this specific idea planned out for the oneshot and It seems so sweet so I can't wait to get it posted. But I'm sending my best wishes as well and hoping your day or night is going good! <333

#I'm adding every anon's emojis to the tags now whenever they say hello and stuff #anon <3 #🕹️#scott pilgram takes off #scott pilgrim vs the world #ramona flowers x reader #ramona flowers

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liishang · 3 years

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#( also on that note i think the extensive use of queues really hurt the RPC #like i completely understand why people use them and i have been a big user of them in the past #it helps keep your brain clear #keeps your drafts empty and you don’t want to worry about the anxiety of having a massive amount of drafts #but i think when we started putting everything in the queue it just kind of... sucked the immediately excitement out of it #i very rarely feel people go !!!!! over a thread anymore #and the majority of the people who match that energy are people who aren’t queuing my replies #don’t get me wrong #90% of my partners use a queue and i don’t shame them for that #you have to do what makes things manageable for you #that’s valid !!! so valid #but i speak from my own experience of running blogs off a queue it... felt more like a chore that way #felt like i HAD TO HAVE DRAFTS AT ZERO OMG #because otherwise someone’s gonna feel left out #and that’s... not fair either. to you!!!#anyway i’ve noticed a HUGE change in my excitement over RP since i stopped queuing replies and IC content #that’s just me #im more excited about writing and i have more muse #and generally go yell at my partners after i post a reply to yell about it #idk man just....#something i’ve noticed #back in the day we queued absolutely nothing #NOTHING #and i think it created a more... interactive environment. )#( okay rant done sorry )#ooc.#mobile.

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nightfall-kachiniko · 3 years

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Hi! Can I request the aot girls + hitch and historia going out and saying "I love you" and you not saying it back? Like just how their reactions to it would be. Thanks in advance!

Damn y'all just love breaking these girls hearts LMAO alright then 😏 also sorry this took a while, I’m currently clearing out drafts LMAO -

||| AOT girls reacting to you not saying “I love you” back.

Paring: Mikasa x reader, Annie x reader, Ymir x reader, Pieck x reader, hitch x reader, historia x reader

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- Honey always says “I love you,” before going out in to town. Like ALWAYS

- so when y/n didn’t say it back it really bothered her.

“Alright honey, I’m going to go get some groceries. I’ll be back in a few dear. Keep the door locked. I love you,” Mikasa said as she threw on her coat giving you a small peck on the cheek. “Okay baby! Have a fun!” You replied, washing the dishes. At first she didn’t notice and thought you were going to say it when she was walking out, but then you didn’t. She closed the door and kind of stood there confused. So mikasa decided to go back inside, hoping you would say it back to her.

“I- uhm- forgot something one second,” she said, going into your bedroom. “Oh ok!” She grabbed a pen ( which she really didn’t need) and came out of the bedroom, hugging you from behind, “I’ll be home shortly, okay?” Mikasa said, kissing the back of your head. “Alright!” “I love you,” “see you later!” Mikasas face turned into a worried and concerned look before repeating, “I love you dear,”

“Ok!” You said. She broke the hug and looked at you, “Wait, why aren’t you saying it back?” She asked, a bit anxious. “Hm? What do you mean?”.. “You didn’t say I love you back,” she mumbled looking down at her feet. “Aww baby… I was joking mamas!” You said in a baby voice, caressing her cheek with your thumb. “Mmm..” she sighed, looking at you.

“noooo honey! Don’t be sad my baby! I love you too my sweet angel!” You finally gave in, kissing her forehead.

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-offended but zero fucks given

- pulls out a taser on you LMAO threatening for you to say it back /jk

“Baby I’m leaving to go to reiners, see you later babe, I love you,” your girlfriends voice trailed out to you. “Oh okay! Bye bye!” You said kissing her on the cheek. Zt first Annie didn't notice and only noticed when she got in the car. She was like, “wait- did y/n even say they loved me?” she thought. This extra ass got out of the car and went back to the door opening it. “Uhm I love you?” she said. “Oh okay! Bye bye!”

She looked at you as if you were nuts. She came over to you and jerked your face towards her before kissing you, “tell me you fucking love me back, ” she growled. “AAA OMG OKAY ANNIE ILY-”

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- Worried and sad

- Thinks she did something wrong to not deserve an ‘I love you’ :(

“Lovely~” Pieck said with pretty eyes as she gently kissed your cheek, “I’m going to the meeting with Reiner and Zeke, I’ll be back in a bit dear” She said calmly. “Oh alright! I’ll see you then!” You gave her a quick smile before handing her her coat, putting it on her. “Thank you my divine~!” The frizzy haired woman said, kissing you softly on the lips, cupping your face. “See you soon my love, I love you,” she looked into your eyes with a sparkle, “see you love!” You replied. She completely forgot all about the “I love you” part since she always gets one back, but as soon as she was headed out the door she stopped for a second. “Hey,” she said, turning around back to you. You looked up at Pieck from your book. “I love you,” she smiled. “Okay, I’ll see you when you get back” you returned the smile. Pieck oddly just stood there, contemplating what to do. “Honey,” The titan asked. “Do.. you love me back..?” She said with worrying eyes. You had to drop the act and bursted out laughing, “oh my god Pieck baby of course!” You rushed over to her, kissing her lips once again, “I’m messing with you! Porco told me to try it! <3” you explained, comforting her. “You-“ the woman pouted, “you are going to put me in a early grave >:(“

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- same with annie

- offended ASFFFF

She was about to go take your guys dog to the vet for a checkup as she kissed you quickly on the cheek. “I’ll be back soon mamas~” she said, kissing you. “I love you~” she said, wrapping her arms around you. “Okay! See you later babe!” You said, staring at your phone. She gave you another kiss before looking at you crazy. “Oi,” she said grabbing your phone and placing it down, “give me a kiss and tell me you love me, I’m not leaving until you do dumbass,” she flicked at your forehead. You rubbed your head with your hand as you replied “ow okay!” Giggling. “I love you tooo <3” you said sweetly, back at her, giving her a small peck on her cheek. “Oh come on y/n that was shit, do it again,” she said rudely. “Oh my god you are so needy!” You said kissing her again, “I love you,”

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- Sad ;( and confused

- she doesn’t know what she did wrong

Right as she was going to make a speech in one of the towns of Sina, she quickly kissed you, and let her keep some of her clothes so that you wouldn’t be lonely for the next 3 days. Since the ride on horse out there doesn’t take long, she also has paperwork to do, which would decline her ability to get back home. Reports to study, decisions to make all felt a bit to much for the girl whose name was claimed to be krista. “Darling, I’ll be back in a few days,” the blonde said, putting up her hair neatly in a bun, “I’ve got guards for you, so if you need something or need to go somewhere, make sure to tell them,” she said, turning towards you, “alright sweetheart?” She smiled at you. “Okay baby” you returned the smile as she grabbed her bag and gave you a kiss on the cheek and then another one on the face. “I’ll be back as fast as I can, please stay safe my love,” Historia instructed. “I will hisu, the same goes to you my queen,” You giggled. “I love you darling, see you soon,” “alrighty! Bye bye!” You waved to her as she headed out the door. As soon as historia closed the bedroom door she paused, ‘wait, why didn’t y/n say she loves me?’ She questioned. The blonde haired woman turned around, leaving her bag outside the door and opened it again, peeping her head in. “Baby,” she said, “hm?” You replied. “I love you” she repeated. “Okay, bye bye!” She stood there a bit confused, before walking inside the bedroom again. “Can you say it back?” Historia worryingly asked, hesitant. “Oh my walls,” you giggled rushing over to Historia, “I love you, more than anything tori” you blushed. “I was only messing around my queen, you know I truly care deeply about you,” You kissed her soft lips as she grabbed your waist. “I can’t wait to see you again” Hisu confessed, “stay safe, Princess

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-PLS PULLS OUT A TAZERRR-

- “Excuse me” *zap* “you better say it back”

Hitch put on her red silk dress, admiring herself in the mirror as you walked in, “Heyyy bae” she drug out her sentenced, “what you been up to?” You laid down on her bunk bed, looking at the girl, “nothing what about you love?” You replied, curious, “I’m going out tonight, there’s a party at Ashton’s you should totally come!” Hitch said. You shook your head and sighed, “hitch, how many times do I have to remind you I’m not into that stuff?” The woman let out a grunt, “well come on babe! It’ll be fun! I promise,” You looked her up and down as she grabbed her bag, “You sure you don’t want to come?” Hitch asked, you shook your head. “Alrighty then I’m off y/n,” She gave you a kiss before walking out the door, “I love you sweetie I’ll be back soon,”. “Have fun,” you smiled. There was an awkward silence between you two as she looked at you confused. “I love you?” She repeated, “okay hitchy have a good time,” you smiled. “Uh uh,” she shook her head digging through her purse before pulling out a WHOLE FUCKING TAZER- “you say you love me right now or else I’m smashing your car windows,” she said. “OH MY GOD HITCH ITS A JOKE-“ You said worried for your life. “I LOVE YOU DAMN-“ the woman put away the pink tazer before kissing you on the cheek. “Good! I love you too!”

I didn’t do a yelena one because she’d kill you if you did that LMAOAOAHA

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endydancer1 · 3 years

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Struggles

Just a small draft. Please enjoy. Have a beautiful day. ❤️

Pairing: Tom Holland x student girlfriend (OC)

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I tossed the stack of papers under my table. I can't see it anymore. After 3 hard weeks, full of studying, crying aftewards, sleepless nights with zero socialization it was finally over. I had my last test that morning. It was the most difficult one in my life so far and I didn't even know if I managed to have at least 1 good answer. I really didn't wanna do it again. Not this test, please. Anything else but this. I lied my head on the pillow and closed my eyes. My mind still seemed to be restless. Calculating, trying to remember the questions and answers I had written down. Oh I could already see all the mistakes I made. My eyes started to be watery, tears rolling down.

-I didn't pass it, I am so dumb, I've got everything wrong. You are such a loser Nicola! Why are you still doing this? Why are you ashaming your school, asistents, mentors, doctors, parents.. Your boyfriend.- I felt so worthless, like nobody, again. The ringing snapped me from my pity thoughts. I opened eyes and sit down to see who is calling me. The photo of Tom appeared on the screen. I signed, hasitating if I should answer or not. The screen went back again before I could make my decision. It was the 50th missed call from him and you don't want me to count the messages he was constantly typing, I had to uninstall every social media app I had had. I should finally answer him, he is probably worried. Well after 3 weeks that your girlfriend is not answering you even tho you know she has exams is enough to make you worry as hell, right? I took a phone with my shaking hands, typing Tom's number in it with a deep breathe before calling him. I needn't to wait long, after first ring he picked up.

"Niky! Omg I am so glad you picked up! I know you were studying and it was important to you, but why weren't you answering? I thought something happened, that you are in a hospital or something. Babe, please don't do this to me next time. I love you so much, I can't live without you! "

I started crying when I heard his voice. How I missed it. How I missed talking to him, cuddling him, our late night talks, him singing for me. Three weeks without him felt like forever. And yet he still loves me, after ghosting him for three fucking weeks.

"I-I am.. I am so sorry Tom, so sorry." I managed to say quietly, hoping he heard at least something.

"Hey, hey babe, that's okay, I am not mad. I was just worried. What happened? Niky, tell me you are alright? Did someone hurt you? Because if yes I-.."

"It's my fault. It's just me, Tommy. Don't worry."

"What do you mean it's your fault? What's wrong?"

"I am such a disappointment. I am stupid and I will never achieve anything. And also I am sure I didn't passed the test today. Tommy, I am so sorry I am such a shame for you."

"Babe, babe please don't talk like that! You are not disappointment, you are not stupid. God you are like the smartest person I know. You should be ashamed of me! Hey, do you remember when we played pub quiz in the summer? Who get everything right? Well, not me, obviously, but you! You helped me many times with anything. Thanks to you I didn't get infection, when I broke my nose last time, you are taking care of me every single time I do something stupid and cut myself, broke anything or just hit myself hard. Don't ever say you won't achieve anything! You are at medschool, goddammit, I wouldn't be allowed to walk past the building, nor attending it. You will be a great doctor, Niky. And you know why? Not because of your knowledge you sure have, I know it, but because of your passion, your hard work and your will to help others. I don't know anyone who could fit the doctor's job better than you. I see that spark in your eyes every time you are talking about school, what you were doing, about hospital life and every time something happens to me, to my friends, family or to complete strangers on the streets the fire lights in you and you dropped everything to help others. That's what it's about. Not about one stupid test where they test you just theoretically and it's not always the right thing to do. It's about the moment you write the rest, about questions, but when it comes to the real world, no one will ask stupid theorems. You were the one telling me that what you are studying theoretically is the perfect example. But the real world is not perfect. One test doesn't define YOU, your true self and it doesn't effect your future. It's just a test. And beside all of this, I am sure you passed it, and if not now, next time for sure. By hook or by crook I am still super proud of you. Don't ever forget that. I love you, so much. "

" Tommy,... I love you so much. Thank you. You always know what to say. I couldn't have wish for a better boyfriend. You are my everything. When do you have time? I need to see you, to compensate you these three weeks. You can come to me or I will fly to London, it doesn't matter. I just need you. "

" Well, I will be by your flat in an hour, but if you can't wait that much, come to train station in half an hour, I am almost there. " He joked.

" Wait what? You are here? For real? "It caught me out of guard. I didn't expect him to come visit me when I am in school.

" Surprise! You haven't been answering your phone so I booked first flight and now, I took a train to you. So it would be nice if you could come to train station so I can hug you and take you for a lunch somewhere. You deserve good food after your hard work. And maybe a little surprise too. "

" Tommyyy, too many surprises, don't you think? But thank you so much. That's what I want the most right now, the good food. "

" Hey! And what about me?! "he said offended, but immediately started laughing.

" I said it's what I want the most, I can survive without it tho. You can survive without food. But what I NEED is YOU. I need you, Tommy. And I can't survive without you! "

" God, that's why I love you so much. I'll be there soon."

"Can't wait!"

#tom holland #tom holland fanfiction #tom holland imagine #tom holland spiderman #tomhollandfans #hollanders #marvel #mcu #spiderman #spiderman homecoming #spiderman far from home

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aiden-png · 3 years

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I just saw your post where you said you wrote a one shot fic about blue and vio!

Please tell me where the link, I need to read nowwewww!

(Sorry if this seems impatient, I just really like your writing and I won’t be able find it very easily, so it would be appreciated if you could tell me, you don’t have to I’d just be nice. Anyway no pressure, thanks in advance, and bye!!!)

omg thank you for your eagerness anon!! fic has just been drafted today, I’ll be editing it in the next few days aaaand will probably post it on my AO3 AideStar on Tuesday! but until then, enjoy a snippet ;D

The sound of cracking metal rang out as Blue pried open the chest and Vio huffed, jogging forward as his anxiety won out.

The minute he stepped past the threshold of the tunnel, thick metal bars slammed over both exits. Vio spun around, heart in his throat as he stared at the sturdy metal that had appeared. Then Blue shouted and Vio drew his sword, cursing everything as he prepared himself for a stupid, avoidable fight.

Blue stumbled back into the water, sword held on the defensive as he clutched his right arm to his chest. Vio was at his side in an instant, fear creeping up his spine as he took in the blood that seeped through Blue’s sleeve.

“It bit me!” Blue hissed, but when he caught Vio’s gaze he huffed, smoothing the discomfort off his face and replacing it with determined anger.

“Told you so,” Vio muttered anyway, allowing himself a brief spark of mirth as Blue shot him a glare. “Was it just a trap chest? The exits are locked.”

“Shit,” Blue looked around quickly, zeroing in on the doors, the island, the fog now rolling up past their knees. “Guess we’re fighting our way out, then.”

“We could’ve avoided a fight if we’d just gone around--”

“Oh, can it Vio! You can rub it in when we’re not in danger!”

Vio snapped his teeth shut, scowling at their surroundings instead. Plenty of time to ream Blue out for running into obvious traps later, when they beat whatever mini boss inhabited this tomb of a dungeon.

The fog was coalescing now, the air becoming starkly colder, and Vio wasn’t sure if Blue was shivering from that or fear now. Vio’s joints were stiff, painfully locked together as he grit his teeth to keep them from chattering. The water here was even higher, the room dipping lower towards the center island where the pale mist was forming… something. Vio gripped his sword tighter, fighting back the rising, unnatural feeling of dread that was building in him. Whatever this place was, he would not let it get under his skin.

Then a dark figure emerged from the fog, and despite all his bracing for the worst, Vio froze.

“Oh, fuck,” Blue hissed beside him. “It can’t be--”

But it was, or at least, that’s what Vio’s mind was telling him. Black tunic, black cap, slate grey skin and glowing crimson eyes… It was Shadow, it had to be, even if his face was slack and his gaze eerily blank.

Vio felt his grip loosen in shock, stock still as the shade stepped lightly off the island. His feet landed on the water and stayed, light as the fog around them, not even a ripple disturbing the surface as Shadow approached.

Sword drawn, expressionless.

#four swords #fsa #blue link #vio link #thanks anon!#fic #aiden writes

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The Villain - Ch. 7: The Unsolicited Attack

A/N: Not even joking, I have like 20 things in my drafts because I have so many ideas to write about but I’m also too lazy and unmotivated to execute them omg. Also, because all of my classes are online now, that means I have literally 5 months of doing nothing so expect more updates because IM SO READY TO FINALLY FINISH THIS FIC. THE FACT THAT I STARTED THIS FIC AT THE END OF 2018 AND NOW ITS 2020 AND I STILL HAVEN’T FINISHED IT DJIFJEWBEHFOJEWVQOJ

Remember, if you want to be tagged in future chapters, comment below and I’ll add your username to the list!

Pairing: villain!bakugou Warnings: swearing Word Count: 3,703

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✐posted 04.10.2020✐

“Man, I really just bombed that exam,” Kaminari groaned, burying his face in his hands.

“It’s okay, Mina and Sero are probably going to join you in your failure,” you teased, earning yourself some glares from Sero and Mina. Kirishima laughed and you looked at him. “Don’t laugh too hard, Eijirou, you’re not that far ahead either!”

Kaminari, Sero, and Mina took their chances to make fun of Kirishima this time, the boys fooling around while Mina rolled her eyes. The sun was beginning to set as you and your friends waited outside of U.A. before walking back home.

“Where the hell is Katsuki?” You muttered.

Mina heard you over the sound of the boys arguing and put her arm on your shoulder. “Aw, look at you worrying about your boyfriend.”

She made kissy faces at you and you rolled your eyes, pushing her face away. “You know it’s not like that. He just seems down lately.”

Mina raised her brow. “Really? If I’m being honest, I haven’t really noticed. Then again, you’ve always been observant and see things I would never even think about noticing.”

You sighed, shrugging your shoulders as Kirishima waved at you and Mina. He showed you his phone, revealing messages between him and Bakugou. “Bakugou said that he’s going to see us tomorrow. Apparently he has to talk to a teacher about one of his assignments.”

“Alright, come on let’s go home,” Kaminari said as the group began walking away.

You stayed back. “I think I’m going to wait for him out here.”

“Are you sure? I can wait with you if you want,” Mina suggested.

You shook your head, smiling. “I just don’t want to leave him alone so I’m going to annoy him a little. I’ll see you guys tomorrow!”

The four of them waved good-bye to you as they walked away. You turned back around, leaning against the gates opening up to U.A. You had a feeling in your gut that was telling you to stay back and wait for Bakugou and low and behold, Bakugou came walking down the entrance. When he saw you, you could practically hear him groaning despite the amount of distance between the two of you.

As he came closer, you pointed your finger at him. “I knew it, you’re trying to avoid us!”

Bakugou rolled his eyes as he continued walking. You caught up to him, walking beside him. “Whatever. If you knew I was avoiding you shits, why’re you here?”

“‘Cause I’m worried about you,” you said truthfully.

Bakugou scoffed. “I’m not a kid, I don’t need you to fucking worry about me.”

“Just because you don’t need me to, doesn’t mean I’ll just stop.” You stood in front of him, causing him to stop walking. “You need to talk to someone about the Kamino incident.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened slightly before he gained his composure once more. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

This time it was your turn to roll your eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with feeling upset about what happened. No one blames you or thinks you’re in the wrong.”

There was a long pause before the corners of Bakugou’s lips turned upwards into a small smile. He placed his hand onto your shoulder as he walked forward. You stood dazed and confused before being able to recollect yourself and catch up with him.

“Where are you going?”

“I’m walking you home. It’s only been a few weeks since what happened to your mom and I’m still going to follow you around to make sure you’re not gonna do anything stupid.”

***

The walk was quiet, but it wasn’t awkward. Bakugou seemed to be deep in thought and you couldn’t help but study and observe Bakugou, attempting to decipher what was going on through his head. His hands were in his pockets and his lips were almost like they were permanently down turned. Once you got to your house, you could see your dad peeking through the window and sigh in relief once he saw you. Bakugou looked over there and looked back at you. “Your dad must’ve been worried about you. You need to take care of yourself for him.”

You sighed. “I know and I am taking care of myself now.”

Bakugou nodded, walking in the other direction to go to his own home. He lifted his hand to you to say goodbye. You stood in front of your driveway and called out to him. “Katsuki!”

Bakugou turned around and narrowed his brows at you. “For the last goddamn time, you’re the only one I know who calls me by my first name and I swear to god—“

You cut him off quickly, knowing he was going to continue rambling on. “I’m going to beat you.”

Bakugou was taken aback. “What?”

“I’m going to beat you and become the number one hero. I’m going to beat you, Midoriya, and Todoroki.” You paused. “You know what that means?”

“What?”

“It means that you’re still a hero to me. What happened in Kamino wasn’t your fault and that shouldn’t be a reason for you to want to stop pursuing your goal. You’re still the same hotheaded Bakugou Katsuki who is loud, driven, and the one who saved me a few weeks ago. You’re a hero, Katsuki.”

Bakugou’s eyes widened but he turned back around so you couldn’t see his expression. “Whatever. Go inside, your dad’s waiting.”

And after all this time, you always wonder what kind of expression he had on his face then.

***

Your eyes shot open and you sat up immediately in bed. You rubbed your eyes, groaning. It was a dream... But it also wasn’t. It genuinely happened and you can recall that day so easily despite how long ago it was.

The door in your room opened and Mina sighed in relief. “Thank god you’re awake, I thought I had to wake you up.”

She threw a few envelopes at you, indicating that it was some mail that you got. You went through them, most of them being bills. However, one of them was from a famous agency you had heard of. Many old heroes were signed under this agency and you immediately ripped open the seal. The letter was addressed specifically to you.

Dear (H/N),

I hope you’ve been well and that this urgent letter reaches you. I’m going to get straight to the point; I know that you’re the number one hero and that you deserve to be involved in every important villain issue there is.

But, I don’t want you to interfere in any issue related to Ground Zero unless we need your help.

The reason for this is that I’m afraid your personal connection to him will make you biased and refrain you from stopping him if the chance that you meet him ever comes again in the future.

I know you’re a strong hero, which is why you’re number one, but my agency will take care of him if needed.

I understand that this is maybe unfair and I may be intruding, but I’m doing what is best for the world and for you. I’m asking you to step back, not forcing you to.

I hope you can trust me to do this.

—Hawks

You sighed, shoving the letter in your pockets and getting up to get ready. Once you were done, you checked your phone to get a text from Natsuya to stop by his place. You went into the kitchen as Mina set a plate of breakfast for you.

“You look worn out,” Mina commented, sitting down in front of you.

“I just have a feeling something’s going on.” You sighed, eating the food Mina made you. “I’m stopping by Natsuya’s before going to the agency today.”

“Okay.” Mina narrowed her brows in confusion at you but didn’t bother to question you further. “You’ve been at Yamashita’s place more than you’ve been here. Are you sure there isn’t something else going on?”

Mina nudged your arm and you swatted at her. “Absolutely not. I just want to hang out with my boyfriend. Sue me.” You got up to put your plate away, grabbing your coat from the rack in the process.

“But you’re hanging out with him at his apartment. Where his bed is.”

“I’m not going there for his ‘bed.’” You rolled your eyes at your best friend, bending down to tie your shoelaces.

“Hm, then again you don’t need a bed, you can have sex pretty much anywh—“

“Okay, see you later, Mina!” You exclaimed, quickly leaving the apartment only to hear Mina’s snickers as you left.

***

You knocked on the door, patiently waiting for your boyfriend to answer. Once he did, Natsuya’s face broke out into a smile as he was genuinely happy to see his girlfriend.

“Hey, you,” he said, kissing your forehead as he opened the door wider to let you in.

You smiled, walking in and he closed the door. “Why’d you call me here?”

“What? A man can’t see his girlfriend or is that a crime?” Natsuya joked and you playfully rolled your eyes at him. “I just wanted to check up on you before you and I headed out for work. I have a feeling that everything is going to escalate from here, especially since the League hasn’t done anything and it’s been three weeks now.”

You plopped down onto his sofa, letting out a loud sigh. It was evident that something was bound to happen and lately, it felt as if you were just sitting back and waiting for something to happen. It didn’t sit well with you that you couldn’t really do anything during this time. But there wasn’t anything that you could do, for now at least.

“You’re right, which is why I’m glad you called me over. I need to show you something.” Natsuya sat down beside you as you pulled out the letter from Hawks from your pocket. You handed it over to him, allowing him to read it over briefly. “What do you think about it?”

“If you want my honest opinion, I’m happy you’re not involved with all of this anymore,” Natsuya said, earning a sigh from you. You knew how he would react but nevertheless you wanted to see for yourself what he would say. Natsuya chuckled at your expression. “Don’t give me that look. You get reckless when anything Ground Zero related is called and it’s because you’re biased. Otherwise, you’re a great hero. But I’m glad Hawks stepped in and is taking care of this.”

You groaned. “I know but I’m still worried. What if I can help but it’s too late or if someone gets hurt instead of me?”

Natsuya wrapped an arm around you, rubbing your shoulders. “Y/N, Hawks is an amazing hero. He was number two back when we were still in high school and he’s still strong. Have some more trust in him, I’m sure he’ll have everything under control.”

You nodded, knowing that he was right. You felt guilty for not being able to decide to deal with Bakugou by trying desperately to understand that he’s not a villain and by trying to reprimand him because of his villainous actions. Natsuya sighed, kissing your head. “Don’t beat yourself up over this. I know you want to help but you don’t have to save every single person in the whole world. You’re not the only hero here. There are so many heroes, your colleagues, who are here for you and will support you.”

You nodded once more, wrapping your arms around his torso. “I know. Thanks, Tsuya.”

“Well, as much as I’d love to stay here like this, we’ve still got to go to work.” He patted your back as he got up, extending his hand out for you. You took it and he pulled you up, the two of you leaving to go to your respective jobs.

***

“It’s finally over!” Jirou cheered loudly, raising her arms into the air.

You sighed, rubbing the sweat from your forehead. You were asked to patrol areas that were considered “critical areas” that were most likely going to be attacked by the League by the Hero Public Safety Commission, the center that is run my non-heroes and it is involved in investigating the most criminally dangerous cases. Jirou was also in the area so she decided to tag along and help you out, just in case there was a scenario in which the League actually did attack.

“Are you headed home?” You asked.

Jirou nodded, stretching her arms out. “Yeah, this has been one of the longest days of my life. I’ve never felt so worked up. The League really needs to be stopped.” You nodded in agreement.

The two of you made your way back to the Commission Center, having to send in reports of what you had seen and the areas that you patrolled. The two of you waved to passerby’s, especially to the children who were ecstatic to have run into two major pros. Your phone rang in your pocket, continuing to vibrate uncontrollably as you fished it out. It was from the police station.

“Hello?”

“Y/N?” A female voice asked from the other line. “This is Tsubaki from the station. Yamashita’s really busy right now but he wanted to make sure to make me tell you that you need to get to the Commission Center immediately.”

You began to worry. “Yes, I’m on my way now. Did something happen?”

“It’s awful, please hurry. Bring as many people as you can, I don’t know how much is left of it.” Tsubaki hung up.

Jirou read your facial expression. “That doesn’t look good.”

“We have to get to the Commission Center now!” You exclaimed, shoving your phone back in your pocket. You began running towards the Center, Jirou following suit. “Something’s going on there, and we have to check it out. Call as many pros as you can, I’ll do the same.” Jirou wearily nodded, wanting to know what’s going on just as much as you want to.

Dear god please let everything be okay…

***

The bar was quieter than usual, only the bartender keeping Bakugou company. But he liked it that way, finding the crowds of people who usually come to be intrusive and bothersome. Thankfully there weren’t any women trying to hit on him like most nights as they try and become the girlfriend of the most wanted man alive.

“Man, you didn’t have to yell at everyone to leave like that. You know it’s bad for my business,” the bartender, Watari, complained.

Bakugou rolled his eyes, setting his glass down on the table. “Oh, please, I’ll pay you triple my fee if you quit your bitching.”

Watari laughed, being used to his number one customer’s prickly attitude after the years he’s spent with Bakugou. Watari was the only man Bakugou fully trusted, someone he turned to when he was asked to abandon his family, friends, and his old life. Watari was also the only one who’s aware of Bakugou’s true identity, understanding that he had to become a villain to help out the pros.

Watari studied Bakugou, the now grown man that he saw as his own son. He set down the glass he was wiping. “You know every time I look at you I keep seeing that hopeless kid that came to me all those years ago.”

Bakugou scoffed. “Tch, I wasn’t hopeless. And I didn’t come to you, you saw me and came to me.”

“Yeah, ‘cause I’ve never seen a kid with such a defeated look in his eye.” Watari chuckled at the memory, running a hand threw his gray hair. “I know the pros are the good guys, and I do trust them. I’ll just never understand what they were thinking asking a child to give up his dreams and his friends and family to help them out.”

“It’s not like they fucking forced me, I agreed to it, you know.”

“I know but I can’t stop thinking about that look on your face. You had to say goodbye to your classmates, to your dream of becoming the number one hero. Hell, if you ask me, you basically handed your dream over to (H/N) without any fight at all! And don’t get me started on you having to abandon your parents, your mother was pissed when you just disappeared all of a sudden.”

Bakugou’s lips turned upward, staring down at his glass as he reminisced with Watari. “That old hag was ready to fucking kill me, calling radio stations and news channels to find me. Must of surprised her when three years later her only son ‘murdered’ the leader of the League to become the leader himself.”

Watari laughed, shaking his head as he recalled the numerous amount of times he saw Bakugou Mitsuki stampeding through the streets to find her son. “You think you’ll ever talk to her? Once you’re done being the bad guy and can go back to your normal life?”

Bakugou sighed, leaning back on the table and staring at the ceiling. “That’s the thing, Pops, I don’t think I can go back. Not to the old hag, to my friends, to being a hero. I haven’t heard from my folks in fucking years, but I don’t blame them since they don’t know the truth. The minute I accepted this job, I knew that I wouldn’t be treated as a kid pursuing heroism like I was before. I’ve been in this shit for over seven years now, no one’s gonna accept me with open arms like that.”

“You’re wrong.” Bakugou turned his head to face him, confused. Watari smiled. “(H/N) would accept you. She’s been accepting you for all these years and she hasn’t been quiet about it either. Also, don’t forget that you have me, kid.”

Bakugou smirked as Watari patted him on the shoulder. “Yeah, it seems like you and that shitty girl are the only ones who believe in me.”

Bakugou turned his head back to the ceiling, closing his eyes and taking a breath in. He stills remembers being a broken down mess, agonizing over the decision he had made. Although he didn’t regret the decision he made, the initial reaction to being given the offer by Hawks was one that he could never forget. He was a high schooler, a teenager, a kid being asked to work with adults to help them out. He was a kid asked to become a double agent and he had to sacrifice everything for it, too. But he didn’t regret it. The minute he got abducted by the League during the Kamino incident, he knew he wasn’t the same fifteen-year-old U.A. student anymore. No matter how many times anyone told him otherwise, Bakugou couldn’t help but blame himself for the incident. And no matter how hard he tried to conceal how he was actually feeling, mostly everyone bought his act, believing that he was fine, believing that he was a tough kid that could put up with the aftermath of the incident.

That is, everyone except you. You saw straight through him and didn’t hesitate to call him out on his bullshit either.

As much as he had missed seeing his friends and his parents, he couldn’t describe the loneliness he felt when he realized he wouldn’t have the shitty girl who he saved from the rooftop of U.A. High nagging him everywhere he went. He couldn’t describe the feeling inside of him when he first saw your face after ten years those few weeks ago in that flower shop. He couldn’t describe the relief he felt when he heard you spew out your drunken yet supportive words for him. You always believed in him, you always cheered for him, and here you were ten years later continuing to believe in him.

Bakugou opened his eyes, shaking his head. It happened again; he couldn’t stop thinking about you.

His fingers subconsciously, like it was practice now, typed your name in the internet browser on his phone. He looked at the images that popped up with the search result. He internally wanted to puke at the picture of you beside your shitty police boyfriend on the day you were announced as the number one hero. What a fucking tool…

“Katsuki.” Watari broke Bakugou away from his thoughts. “Turn the volume up.”

Bakugou looked over to what he was looking at, getting concerned over the news reporter covering what was read as “BREAKING NEWS.” He turned the volume up.

“This is breaking news and I’m coming to you live from the Hero Public Safety Commission. As you can see, the building is completely burnt down, exploded from the inside. Police have been investigating all night, concluding that the explosions from the inside were not caused by notoriously wanted criminal, Ground Zero,” the woman on the screen said to the camera.

Bakugou stood up from his seat, his eyes widening. He had no idea what was going on. “What the fuck?”

“Officials have confirmed that the villain known as Kurogiri was involved in the attack. However, as he is a part of the League of Villains, he does not have a fire type quirk that would cause such an explosion. Officials have also confirmed that there was another figure involved in this atrocious attack, concluding that it was not villains Ground Zero or Dabi.

“To make matters even worse, the only pro hero that was able to get to the scene before all of this unfolded was Hawks. Kurogiri and the second individual involved managed to hurt Hawks so badly that he is currently critically injured and is in intensive care. Officials have confirmed that they do not know when or even if Hawks will be able to recover from this—“

Watari turned the television off, looking over at Bakugou who was absolutely furious over the events. Kurogiri had worked independently, taking orders from someone else, most likely the true leader of the League, and had hurt Bakugou’s actual boss. “Katsuki… Don’t do anything irrational.”

Bakugou grabbed his coat, slamming the bar door open. “I’m gonna kill that Warp Gate fucker.”

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2020 Creator Wrap: Favorite Works

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 (or so) favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc.) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2020. Tag as many writers/artists/etc. as you want (fan or original) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

OMG I just realized I was tagged! Thank you @beingjanee

If you are in the Secret Forest/Stranger fandom you probably know who she is but if you don’t, do yourself a favour and click that link! Her fanfics are jewels and the meta is great!

Now I’m not new to fandoms or fanworks; I’ve read fanfiction since I was 14 years old and that was a long, LONG time ago and because I was a fan of shows like The X-Files, Sherlock Holmes, Ranma ½, Justice League, Flash, etc, there was never any shortage of reading material. Never.

However this is the first time I turned into such a hard-core fan of a show that has such a small fandom which always leaves me baffled because the quality of this show is immense. The first season truly was incredible.

After that and the second season I suppose I got the typical case of “I want to read more so I’ll do something about it!” And that’s why I ended up writing many little ridiculous pieces for myself and then actually posting two WIPs over Ao3 this year, stories that I actually actively work on and intend to finish!

TL;DR: Thanks to Stranger/Secret Forest, I started writing again and sharing it

So here’s the 2 main pieces of this year:

1.- Into the tree line: the first chapter for this story is a very simple video call.

Why? –Because I wanted to give Yeo-Jin some evidence that she can very successfully make Si-Mok smile!

But seriously, I like to think that Hwang Si-Mok and Han Yeo-Jin actually maintained contact when the second season was over. After everything they went through, I think reaching out could be more natural now that they (I’m fairly sure) consider themselves good friends and not just great colleagues. The intention is to bring them a little closer together little by little, in this first chapter with finding things they can help each other with, taking into account how they are much more efficient when working together, regardless of the case.

Aside from that, I wanted to do something like agreeing to drop a little of the formality when calling one another.

And my god, that was an unexpected challenge: halfway through the writing I remembered the complex Korean system for honorifics. If it’s difficult and ultimately inaccurate to reflect something like that in Spanish (my mother tongue and where it’s possible to drop the professional title but still do the “usted/tu”- level of formality), I find it almost impossible to do so in English without adding the romanized honorifics to the names to accurately reflect that they wouldn’t immediately went from the utmost formal speech to the most familiar level. The problem is that I felt uncomfortable doing that, as if faking to understand a culture I’ve only read about for about 6 months. I had never felt something like that before –and I’ve read fics where the author did it and I had zero issues with it- but I personally couldn’t do it. At the end, I decided I rather have an inaccurate fic that one that I feel uncomfortable with. But with that little detail out of the way, let’s see what other challenges this story brings!

2.- Backwards series: This was a very fun experiment in trying to guess what was going to happen in the series. I had many theories and I can’t remember but I think we were at episode 10 or 12 when I started writing this and so by doing a backwards series I thought I’d have the time to connect them in a spin-off sort of tale –which of course was an epic fail but I enjoyed it! -.

The story starts with our two protagonists, exhausted and nursing their wounds away from prying eyes after Dong Jae had been found. Now, I think we all love that Si Mok gets interested in being part of the investigation from the start but he is no cop and he was more than a little emotionally invested in the case even if he couldn’t sense it. So I went with Yeo Jin being the capable adult at that stage and since I obviously enjoy the angst, the hurt-comfort and the fluff aspects of a story (and I think it shows) that’s how it turned out! That and writing from HYJ POV is so fun that I find it really addictive so most of this series is from her POV.

The last lines of both stories are my favourites; platonic gestures that always can be interpreted to the reader’s convenience.

The only sad thing about this is that I lost the last chapter –or the first one, depends on how you look at it- and I didn’t feel like writing it again. Luckily, there’s an early draft of it on a memory stick I got back recently so perhaps it’ll be posted someday.

Well this was a long post! Again, thank you for the tag to the amazing @beingjanee and I’d love to tag the very talented @gjdraws and @iamherefortheships

I hope everyone’s well and enjoy the holidays!

#secret forest #stranger #fanfiction #I hadnt felt the need to write this much since 2015!#But I seriously love the show #and the characters are incredible

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prettyboysdontlookatexplosions · 4 years

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Hi! Your dialogue has always been amazing, but it stood out to me even more in the latest chapter -- I think because we got to see Alice, and Eliot, AND Quentin, and new characters Luisa and the Selkie... If you feel like talking about it (no pressure), what's your process for this like? How do you nail characters' voices so well? They all come off as having different patterns of dialogue, tone, HOW they say whatever they're going to say.... I love it :D

omg anon this is such a flattering ask!!! i feel like this is an annoying thing to say but it does feel like i should mention up front that dialogue is probably the aspect of writing i do least consciously - like there are lines i could probably peel back and determine why i felt like writing them that way was right for a particular character, but i likely didn’t put any of that into words at the time. this is extra the case when doing something like writing fic for a television show - if there’s dialogue i’m basically always hearing the voices of the actors performing it, and that kind of steers what comes out. (one of the reasons the magicians is a lot of fun to write for is that the characters all have very distinct and well-defined voices; also i am lucky in that, as i have mentioned before, quentin and julia in particular are like the most demographically similar characters i’ve ever seen on screen to me and my oldest friends, so they especially feel very intuitive for me, haha.)

in terms of process, honestly a lot of scenes/fics start basically as more grown up versions of the daydreams i would have on long car rides as a kid where i’d make up a new episode of sailor moon in my head or whatever, and the narrative etc. fills in around that. one thing i’ve done differently in this series which particularly in the first part is so dialogue-heavy is that when i’ve had a scene really stuck in my head i’ve gone ahead and jotted it down as just a transcription of lines back and forth until i run out of steam, and then when i came to it in the actual drafting process i sort of tidied it up/built from there (a bunch of julia & quentin’s exchanges on the road, and most of the phone calls with eliot, started out that way). so that has been fun and part of a general effort to remind myself that you get to the good stuff by writing down whatever you think of on the way, and that part of it is really like playing, or daydreaming. and then for actually writing out a dialogue scene, my focus will be on like, getting everyone to say what i want them to say, more than on how it sounds, which kind of arises organically.

a couple other dialogue thoughts...

—my high school theater teacher told us once that actors doing an accent will sometimes ground themselves by picking key words/sounds to really get right, which is a principle that you can kind of apply to dialogue, too, either in terms of particular verbal tics, phrasings or constructions they tend to favor, the types of comparisons they make, etc.

—a weird amount of how i think about the world comes from high school theater, lmao... anyway my high school PLAYWRITING teacher once gave me some feedback on a scene which was that you can establish characters as people who swear a lot by having them swear a lot at the beginning, and then backing off and being more selective so your audience doesn’t get tired of/numb to it - the audience will still feel like the characters are swearing a lot, because they’ve decided the characters swear a lot so they sort of fill that in subconsciously, but the actual swearing can have more of an impact/be less cluttered. that’s not a universal rule ofc and for swearing in particular i don’t rly follow it for the magicians because the writers of the show clearly don’t either lmao, BUT - i think you can generalize this to, “if you’re clever about how you establish that something is normal, you can use way less of it than you might initially think you need to get the same effect.” i will for example sometimes go back if i’ve had a character say something paragraph length and take out a couple “likes” and other kind of naturalism-markers, because you don’t need to use them as much as people do in real life for the reader to feel like it’s realistic.

—kind of related to that, a while ago @yeats-infection said something like, “you’ll never be able to capture the full complexities of human speech on a page, so it’s better to choose how you’re stylizing and commit to it!” which is IMO great advice that i have been trying to really internalize. damage control in particular absolutely does not have “realistic” dialogue but it (hopefully at least! haha) scans as authentic / doesn’t pop as non-realistic because it’s all taking place in a story with a particular heightened, exaggerated, go-for-broke tone, so it feels real *within* the fabric of that universe. (wreck my days is kind of the opposite - a story with very sparse, almost colorless dialogue, where the characters say pretty much as little as i could get away with to tell the story, which works because it’s a story about silences papering over this churn of emotions behind them.)

—also related from that, i think a LOT, like a LOOOOT, about rob thomas once describing the dialogue on veronica mars as “how teenagers would talk if they had 24 hours to think about it”... first of all that’s a great description of the great dialogue on that great show... but second of all i feel like it points both to how much fun and liberty you can actually have while still being believable, AND what you need to do to make it work, which is the same thing you have to do for every other thing, namely: keep it rooted in character. this is to me the difference between rob thomas and someone like aaron sorkin or joss whedon — all three of them have created work with dialogue you could say is “artificially clever,” but in something like veronica mars, the dialogue all feels like the smartest and cleverest version of the specific character who is saying it, as opposed to the other dudes’ stuff, which often (to me at least!) feels like... generically clever, interchangeably clever, like any of a number of characters could say it. so like a huge part of my M. O. in writing damage control was absolutely like, “what is the meanest/funniest/most fucked up thing quentin could say in this moment,” and like, that works as an M. O. for that story because going to those extremes is, i mean, to be clear, extremely entertaining to me personally which is always my #1 reason for writing fanfiction and should be yours also, BUT, also, because leaning into those extremes is a way of illustrating how wildly disconnected quentin is from his own interiority, as well as being (particularly with eliot) one of the things he’s doing to try to feel slightly less dead inside. and also, it works because none of the things he says would really make sense or have the same effect coming from anyone else.... specificity is always the name of the game!

—related to that, it helps to listen closely to e.g. canon if you’re writing fic for a show, but it also helps to pay attention to authors whose dialogue you like to expand your toolbox for “tricking” the reader into feeling like what they’re reading is “natural.”

—two fic-specific things that are sort of peeves of mine, which, if they are not peeves if yours ignore this!!!! fic is for fun!!!! but: (1) no one on earth and no characters on the magicians use pet names with anywhere near the frequency of characters in fic especially not when they have such perfectly good affectionate and non-cheesy nicknames for each other in canon (2) i have read many a fic in my time (truly like across years and fandoms, this is not remotely magicians specific at all and in fact might even be less prominent here than i’ve usually seen) that was good and fun and well-written and well-characterized and the dialogue felt like the made-up people i knew and liked..... UNTIL it got to the sex scene and absolutely everything they said could have come from a porn dialogue generator. bonerkiller! obvs if you’re writing something where like the whole point is to write erotic content about [throws dart] quentin coldwater getting off on sucking dick while dressed as a french maid or whatever, i mean, ultimately as always do what serves the story! but if the sex scene is PART of a story rather than the whole point, imo it is sexier to have characters sound like themselves even if that means saying fewer very explicit things, or saying them more awkwardly or less “sexily,” than to go from zero to “want your huge cock in me baby, gonna fuck me so good” etc etc regardless of who’s boning. (i feel like this trend has died down a bit but there was a while where i felt like every sex scene in fic showed extreme arousal by having the characters too turned on to use the pronoun “i”... like a lot of “wanna suck your dick” “want you inside me” etc... possibly all of you are doing this in bed all the time and i am embarrassing myself by acting like it is not a universal symptom of acute horniness, but like really it struck me so odd to act like this happens every time people have sex that it started taking me out of the scene whenever i read it...)

#thank u for this anon it was an extremely fun way to procrastinate on writing this sleepy saturday afternoon #and also i feel like trying to actually think through this more than i usually do was helpful!#also i always feel like talking about this kind of thing #bc i like all writers am insanely narcissistic about writing and love getting permission to do so #askbox

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mightbewriting · 3 years

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Ch.28: Everything from “Draco had the sudden sense that he was witnessing a breakdown of her understanding of the world, and of her place in it.” To ”Was this what growing up felt like? Was this the moment that made him an adult? A man in his own life: comforting his mother instead of the other way around?” which is a longer selection than I usually go with but omg what a significant, emotional moment for them both. The fear of leaving, of being left behind, captured so well. -💖Quote Anon

hi quote anon!! this moment! this. moment! i’m so so so happy you liked it! thank you thank you! i have...vague memories of writing this scene, but its all a little blurry, so I'm going back to my outline/zero draft to see what I was up to lol.

i am now back from my outline to report that almost all of the dialogue in that scene was preplanned pretty much word for word and I don’t remember doing it xD i DO remember having a conversation with one of my betas about the music I was listening to at the time...which was some ridiculous rap that was super tonally inconsistent with this beautiful moment between a mother and son that I was writing, which I, of course, found hilarious.

thanks, as always, for playing quote anon! love your face!

#anonymous asks #quote anon

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adrianfridge · 5 years

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I'm going through my drafts and found these hot takes from my first watch of the beginning half of 6B from back when I was marathoning it with @demonzdust

I forget why I didn’t post all this as soon as I wrote it, but I still stand by these takes:

- Omg the actress for Monroe is so... adorable. I did not expect to like her at all, but her aesthetic is very appealing and I didn’t realize everything about her would be this cute.

- I sympathize with Monroe even though I 100% agree that her Tragic Backstory™ is lazy and poorly written

- Nolan makes these weird contorted faces like 75% of the time that are unappealing. And at this point, there’s so many new one-off characters that it’s hard to invest in him, or Gabe. Like I know they stick around due to spoilers, but without foresight, they’re just a bunch of new faces and names among a lot of other faces and names who keep dying

- The little bit of screentime that Halwyn got was just so boring. He’s like if you took s1 Derek but hollowed him out until there’s zero substance. The most interesting thing about Halwyn is the milquetoast hellhound sex wrestling he has with Parrish.

- THE SPIDERS OMG FUCK YOU THIS IS AS BAD AS THE NEEDLES

- WHY IS THERE NO SUICIDE WARNING

- Seriously, like why doesn’t Motel California have one too

- The Anuk-ite causes terror and dread like........ I’m, unfortunately, used to the horror of panic attacks,,,, for the most mundane shit. Would a person like myself, so used to random anxiety about my own mortality, be less sensitized to the Anuk-ite??

- Lydia is a BAMF whenever she’s not staring into the distance or being a damsel to Stiles

- I maintain that Stydia broke up between 6A and 6B. The way Stiles left that voicemail to Scott about Lydia sounded very awkward but mutual breakup. Lydia’s expression also wasn’t very fond.

- Lydia and Malia are girlfriends in a poly pack, and that’s my final answer

- Liam with his depression hair

- Unpopular opinion: I never liked Liam. Or rather, I have a hard time liking him, and I haven’t been able to pinpoint why up until @demonzdust gave me some of their ideas. Basically Liam is coddled by the pack and everyone is always there to help him and pick up after him. He doesn’t even recognize his own privilege in that, so he ends up whining all the time about *not* being supported enough. This makes for a fascinating foil to Scott, who had to do everything himself without anyone there to really help him, but it’s not really acknowledged within the show. At least in 6B Liam is gradually learning to stand his own ground, though it’s still with people like Mason and Brett having to hold his hand through it.

- #Brett deserved better

- Mason and Corey are fucking ADORKABLE. I love how nerdy Mason is and how dumbass Corey is and how they balance each other out anyway. Gotta hand it to Mason for playing it cool during Nolan’s interrogation in the library. Corey was all #fuckfuckfuck while Mason used his encyclopedia knowledge to answer Nolan as though Nolan was asking totally mundane shit and not probing for supernaturals.

- Theo with *his* depression hair

- We go from Theo being so lonely and traumatized from both the DD and hell that he almost pack bonds with a spider to him becoming so terrified that his first instinct is to try to call Scott. And then we get Theo “I’m not a pack animal” Raeken being all like “Scott is known to take in strays” and “You wanna know where he is? I’ll drive.”

- I am very pro Scott these days, but my god. My GOD. I wanna smack the writers for what they did to Scott by making him THIS naive about Gerard’s endgame. There’s not even some rationalization about Gerard becoming a better person between his genocidal actions of s2 and him becoming “helpful” in later seasons. It’s just an assumption that Gerard could care about anything more than absolute genocide. And Scott deciding to meet with Monroe and the hunters alone. Not cool, not cool at all. At least the plan with Rafael was smart.

- Malia trying to take Scott’s pain is like the first instance in this season of needing to care about someone on some deep level in order to take their pain because Malia couldn’t get it to work until something clicks inside her in terms of caring for Scott beyond an obligation and she finally can.

- Ugh, with that said, the actual Scolia content is so forced tho. I actually like the idea of them together, but whenever the sultry music comes on as they have “romance building” moments, it feels very “now kiss” from the writer’s room. These little moments could have easily been sprinkled in earlier seasons and felt *natural*, but now it just feels like a rush job.

- Finally watched the Stiles scene at the FBI outside of gifsets, and LMAO. I don’t even care if it’s Sterek baiting because it’s just so in character for Stiles. He’d spit his water for literally anyone he's supposed to pretend he doesn’t know being casually presented in class by an apathetic professor.

#teen wolf #long post

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Ashville is a cute town name, it sounds like a legit place lmao. I’m getting animal crossing vibes-

I wish BS, I would write literally anything if I was motivated enough but I guess there’s that fear that no one will read it. I’m sure every writer has experience that. Maybe I’ll try one day under a Lovegame account? Idk I’ll have to think about it 🤧.

The inside jokes are top tier, you can never go wrong with implementing irl scenes into stories. 404 is a great chance for you to kick back and just write as it comes to you. Think if it as a ‘loosening up tense shoulders’ type of thing <3

I saw your written post under BS anons ask about the ‘who suits which Y/n’ question. I actually read hey hey golden boy and I can see why you chose that Y/n for me. It’s the detailed analysis right? Wanting to figure out as much as she can before diving head first into any leadership of sorts. I felt that. Felix was super sweet in that fic too, I enjoyed the haikyuu vibes of it all. I don’t know much about basketball so I would most likely do exactly as the story stated, study like a freak but yeah I think you might have got that on-point. Tbh I saw a little bit of you in that fic too haha.

But for some reason if I imagined you were in a fic, I think it would be cafe themed. Everyday you go to your local cafe with your computer and a coffee to sit at a table, you would draw people as they come and go onto the papers of your little art journal, it’s precious pages falling apart from it’s binding. Your creative so maybe you would be an art major of some sort. Better yet maybe you study within science because that’s what you had always wanted to be but it wasn’t your true passion. Your routine consisted of you going to the cafe to work on your assignments but was always distracted by the interesting ppl that visit the coffee house. I’d imagine someone like Hyunjin would have caught your eye. An art subject at most but maybe an interest as you train your intensive eyes on drawing him. He would be an art major at the same uni himself and eventually something would happen with your pages falling out your book around campus and he tracks it down to you in the cafe. I think that would cute. I dunno where it would go from there but yeah that’s what fic I would see you in 💕

You listed for everyone else but no one said one for you so I thought I’d complete the list by making one🥰.

~ Lovegame anon

IT DOES 😭 maybe because it's close to.. nashville?? iDK. but credits to our loves BS anon for coining it.

omg definitely do that 😭, if it's not a lot of effort ofc— and we'd be able to talk better uwu 🥺🤌✨ (y'know what would be funny though is that if you made the LG account but kept the anon pic as your profile picture so that the asks still look like anon but it says Lovegame at the top instead, that'd be fun)

exactly ☹️ 404 is so fun, it'll probably be sparce though, just because i don't want the humor to rely on references, i know there's a lot of people who don't really normally consume a lot of group content but enjoy the group (exposing myself here) but yes, it's definitely an unwinding fic for me. it also helps that i can take more time planning out each chapter. it's like how they make SNL—they draft and film for one week and then they air it for one day. i'll probably have to do a workaround with the 10-photo limit though, maybe each episode will be split into two posts, maybe. but yeah, def a weekly thing only.

aw i'm glad you read that :((. it's my first one-shot that ever reached more than 10k words, i'm proud of that one. the haikyuu vibes are def accurate (or maybe just full-on Kuroko no Basuke 🤣) i def have zero basketball knowledge either, i literally just research things for fics so maybe you're right. there is a little bit of me in golden boy y/n~

like, literally look at the things i google for my fics:

THOSE ARE FOR FICS 😭 don't judge. and that's not even the worst of them. but yeah, for the golden boy fic, i had to search "basketball positions—"

and wow, you literally wrote a full-on fic plot for me huh 😭✨ thank you 💋 i love that. you should rEALLY consider that lovegame account even more now 👁.

and just because i appreciate it, i'll write a blurb about it~ just a lil special smth smth between you and i (and whoever else reads the ask responses jdhwjshsjs)—is it egotistic of me to write a fic about myself? maybe, but oh well, i like how you envisioned it so—

overgrown vines crawled along the worn brick walls, the smell of coffee roast filling one's sense of smell alongside the aroma of freshly baked pastries—sounds of pencil scritching on paper mingled with the click-clacking of fingers typing on a keybord. two different activities that showcased the contrast of mediums, yet both revolving around the beauty of art.

one who used her words and one who used his vision.

they've always sat in opposing tables adjacent to each other, yet with their heads so preoccupied within their own work, they've never had the chance to see the beautiful art that sat in front of them the entire time—each other.

it wasn't until the universe got tired of playing the waiting game, perhaps a sudden pull of the string of fate was the missing piece needed to complete the puzzle, when she ran out of words to type and he ran out of muses to sketch—they both looked up at the same time in hopes of pulling some semblance of inspiration from thin air—yet they found each other instead.

breaths were caught in their throat as their eyes landed on each other, it was an unexplainable feeling, a new one, yet they both understand what it meant. they just didn't know how strong it was.

he made the move first, arranging all his belongings to slowly make his way over to her table, slowly, as if wary to break the moment, but she welcomed him with a warm smile, and offered him the seat in front of her—on the same table this time.

"hi.. i'm hyunjin. h-hwang hyunjin i—"

"i know you, we're in the same class right? i can't draw for shit but your paintings are always beautiful to look at."

pleasantries exchanged over warm cups of (i don't drink coffee), more so, they couldn't believe that they were finally talking to each other.

"i'm sorry, i don't think i've caught your name." hyunjin asked as he fiddled with the ends of his sleeves out of habit.

"oh, right. it's—"

mhm mhm, i rly loved your idea lg eonnie 😩. just changed some stuff for convenience's sake, and also cuz it's me. i rly actually can't draw for shit, i'm just good at doodling— which you know, is entirely different from the ones hyunjin makes so he's def the skilled artist one. anyways, def felt weird writing MYSELF into a fic but it's a nice change, just removed my name entirely for sanity's sake 🤧. it was really interesting though, why hyunjin out of all the members 👀 do i give hyunjin-match vibes or smth—

#ashville tea time #anon: lovegame

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valkirsif · 6 years

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Blizzard

Second draft in English, I hope it goes better, it seems to me that you play a lot now!

Warning: SMUT

Y/N got out of the car and climbed the stairs of the cabin, she loved that place only ever found them peace and tranquility, the keys were the usual place taken and entered by closing the door behind her back, threw old backpack on the bed and opened the windows, a pleasant cold wind ran through the house while the girl took the sheets off the furniture.

The storm has arrived while Y/N carried wood in the house, "It will be a long night," thought the girl as lit the fireplace, the wind whistling outside and the crackling of the wood calmed her nerves, she was finally able to indulge luxury of stopping and thinking about future, the last few months had been a real hell, finding that his man was a traitor liar had destroyed the illusion of a perfect life, but had also made her strong, slammed out of their apartment he and his things, she had sold the rest and had left for the cabin, the only place where no one would find him, not even him and his lies and excuses, that place of his childhood had always kept it hidden from everyone , her safe place and now that had turned off the phone she could relax.

She fell asleep with the book was reading on her lap in front of the fireplace, a roar and a flash of light woke her, "What the hell," she whispered sleepily, got up from the couch and realized that the light was blown, with the storm raging outside it was normal, "We only needed this," she said as groped towards the kitchen, where opened a drawer for the torch, lit it and with a sigh of light beam lighten the kitchen, with light footsteps walked to the door and began to dress, T-shirt and panties were not really suitable for going out to check the fuse box, put on a heavy snow jacket and boots, opened the door and went out into the storm.

With sure step of who knows the house she walked towards the garage, "I have to decide to move the fuse box in the house, it will be the first thing I will do this spring" thought as she crossed the garden, lost in thought did not notice immediately the faint reverberation near the trees, as soon as her eyes registered the thing stopped suddenly and the panic took over, the thought came back to the reason why she had woken up .. the roar .. the flash, for a second not had made a case intent to look for a torch and not to stumble, but now out in the storm, alone and armed only with the light felt the anxiety rise, "Stop with these fantasies" she said to be brave "It's just the storm not is nothing out here ", she took courage and continued towards the garage, once the lights were turned on again everything would have been fine.

At the end of the garage she fiddled with the panel and within a couple of minutes the light came back, the house and the garden came back warm and reassuring, or so it seemed, near the trees something moved, Y/N turned around "Because I did not take the shotgun with me," she said between teeth, raised flashlight to see what was going on, and in case to defend herself, she stumbled over to the "thing" that moved.

The man lying on his back, apparently unconscious, intrigued approached more and saw that the man was semi naked, he was wearing only a pair of pants and his skin in the glow of the flashlight almost looked like glass, "What's going on here? " she asked, knelt next to the man and tried to understand if he was still alive," Fortunately still breathes "a sigh of relief came out of her mouth, despite the storm and the temperature much below zero the body was warm and breath regulate, "He did not faint .. is he ... was ... sleeping ?!" the girl's thoughts were chaotic, how could it be that the unknown man had simply appeared out of nowhere and now slept in her garden, ran into the house and took a blanket, he could not leave it out there, with difficulty she turned the man, spread it on the blanket and dragged him into the house with all his might.

Once in the house she put it in front of the fireplace and covered it, the man continued to sleep as if nothing had happened and Y/N began to be worried, now had overcome the strangeness of what was happening, is not the first time that someone was lost in the woods with the storm and knew that hypothermia could make you believe you are hot while in reality your body is freezing, put another blanket on the man and went to the kitchen.

"Ok now calm down and breathe, you know what to do in these cases, you're heating it and when he wakes up, because he'll wake up, you'll find something hot." Y/N spoke to herself and put a pot for soup on the fire , took the venison and vegetables out of the fridge and put everything in the pot, added the broth and in a short time a delicious smell spread around the house, did not notice that man had woken up and had reached the kitchen, the girl turned abruptly when felt an iced hand touching her back.

A scream came out of her mouth and the dishes fell from hand in surprise and fear, the man taken her with one arm as if it weighed nothing and sat her down on the counter of the kitchen, Y/N tried to free herself but the man was too strong, he looked at her for a moment that seemed endless and when he recognized the panic in her eyes he moved out, raising his hands and doing a couple of steps back, Y/N did not move a millimeter, the panic pumped adrenaline in her body and it took a couple of seconds to understand that the man had moved away not out of kindness but because she had hurt him with a knife that still clutched in his hands, "Do not take another step!", shouted the girl pointing the knife at him, the man did not move and continued to stare at her, "Who are you?" she asked, "Why were you in my garden? ", Y/N moved very slowly towards the closet of the room, still keeping under control the man who now seemed lost as if he had just realized what he had done, "I ... I beg your pardon first, please put the knife down before you get hurt." His voice was warm and, as absurd as it was, reassuring, Y/N stopped for a moment, looked at him and lowered the knife, something in that voice made her feel good and decided to trust.

The man approached lowering his hands , the girl stared at him as he moved toward, slowly as if to reassure, her black hair was untidy and long, her face was disarmingly beautiful but what struck her most was his sculpted body, a moan of curiosity escaping of her mouth as realized what had frozen her before, the man's left arm looked like a strange shiny metal, she had never seen a prosthesis like that, here's what was the reverberation in the garden , the man stopped at one couple of steps from her, "I think I have to thank you for bringing me in and warmed up," he said, "Who am I to thank for saving me tonight?" the man asked, lost in his voice the girl took a moment to answer, "My name is Y/N, sorry but I can not say it's a pleasure," she said sarcastically, the man smiled and took a step towards her to gently squeeze hand, incredible that the hand that just before so strongly now it was so delicate, Y/N returned the grasp, "What am I doing?" "Who is this man? And why am I not afraid of him? ", her mind was full of questions as she picked up the knife and went back to the kitchen.

The soup was ready, Y/N turned off the stove and picked up the pieces of crockery, she felt the look of the stranger on her while was preparing the dishes and bringing them to the hall, she handed one to her unexpected and strange guest and sat down, neither of them said a word while they were eating dinner, but the man did not take his eyes off her and what instead of annoying began to intrigue her, "Omg stop thinking about that look, could be a serial killer for what you know" repeated the girl "But damn is beautiful, so hot ..." shook her head to drive away that thought , even if his instinct told her that could trust on him, "Concentrate, remember that the gun is the usual place .. armed already", they finished eating in silence, the man helped her clear the table and went back to the couch where collapsed after a few minutes, Y/N returned to the room determined to have answers, from where it rained that man? What his name ?, but when she saw him asleep all his questions disappeared and smiling she put a blanket on him before going to armchair next to him.

Y/N woke up on the couch, the man was hugging her, but still worse she had not noticed had been moved, as soon as she moved the man squeezed her, she felt the cold of the metal arm through the blanket but instead of trying escape abandoned herself in those strong arms, "If he wanted to hurt me could do it while I was sleeping "she thought as moved herself closer to him, the man touched her neck with his face, Y/N smiled to herself, he too was awake, ”something” between the man's legs was very awake, felt the pressure on the her soft ass, the girl arched her back, as if to give the signal of free way, the man's hand caressed her side looking for the edge of the shirt, that hand left an iced trail that made her moan, the man ran slowly his hand under the shirt, every inch was ice and fire on her skin, her nipples immediately reacted to that touch and when he squeezed another moan came out of the girl's mouth, hot lips gently biting her neck in contrast with the cold hand that was touching her breasts, "Please ... please" said Y/N "Please tell me your name at least", the man stopped a moment, moved her hair with his nose and whispered "I have no name, one time Bucky Barnes .. now I'm just the Winter Soldier and you are mine .." the girl froze, had heard the story of Winter Soldier so many times but thought it was just stories, and now one of those stories was next to her and was taking her clothes off.

The Winter Soldier took her by the hips and turned, his eyes were a deep blue in the light of the fireplace, he smiled and kissed her, Y/N completely abandoned herself to lust, the man bit her lip and the girl moaned with pleasure, with a quick movement teared off her shirt and stopped at looking at the beauty of her breasts in the dim light, he began to kiss her again while playing with her nipples, Y/N arched when he bit her neck, "More.. please.. mark me", the man smiled on the tender skin of her neck and bit again, at each bite the girl moaned a pleasure, the hand of the man caressing her body and the mouth moved on the breast, at first delicate gradually more and more voracious the man kissed and bit and for Y/N was pleasure and pain together, a feeling never felt before, the man's hand stopped on the delicate elastic of her pants, tracing a cold line on navel before getting way between her legs, took off her pants and panties and caressed the soft warm skin of her thighs.

"You so much wet little doll" the man whispered, a shiver ran down her back and a moan came out of her mouth as she felt his hand touch her, her legs opened while the man brushed her clit, felt the pleasure rise like high tide "Please .. im so close .. please .." Y/N moaned, her body shaken by the shudders, the man stopped "Patience little doll, is not time "the man told her and brushed her lobe with his teeth, the girl cryout his name as a prayer, the tide came and went in the hands of Winter Soldier, her body at the mercy of pleasure and lust, the man stood up and took off his pants and Y/N saw all his excitement, his cock was there in front of her eyes, wonderful monolith in the light of the fireplace, "Kneeling doll, I intend to fuck that little lustful mouth" Y/N kneel in front of him and leaned against his thighs opening her mouth, imprisoned his cock with lips and began to move slowly with her tongue, up and down sucking every inch of him, she heard a groan and saw the man close his eyes and let go to pleasure, he took her head in his hands to bring the step, the 'excitement was very high, "Omg doll your mouth is heaven," the man groaned before stopping, helped Y/N to get up and without any effort took her in his arms and sat with her in his lap on the couch, with a hand clasped her hands behind back doing she moaned and started kissing and biting her breasts, the other hand slipped on ass and began to touch her, moaning and groaning came out of Y/N's mouth as arched her pelvis "Please Soldier fuck me .. please", the man pulled her up by sliding his cock between her legs, "You really wet for me my little doll" whispered as entered in her with a slow and steady movement, a long lament of pleasure came out of her mouth while he kissed her , once inside she began to move slowly at first to find the best pace for both, now in the grip of lust the girl moaned and screamed his pleasure, "More please..i need more .. take my ass .. please i want you everywhere in me ", his fingers moved slowly on her ass digging the way to enter, inserted a finger and began to move to the rhythm of their bodies, faster and faster, add another finger in her, more and more deeply, the molten bodies in the ecstasy of orgasm, Y/N trembled unable to control the spasms of his body, moaning and groaning became confused in the kisses and their intertwined bodies, the man took her face in his hands and kissed gently while lying down exhausted on the couch.

Y/N opened eyes in the morning forward, the clothes crumpled by the night full of strange dreams and a man of stories, the fireplace now extinguished, the house lit by the sun and deserted, "The storm makes strange jokes to the mind" she thought as got up and went to the kitchen for the usual black coffee .. on the kitchen cabinet found a ticket.. "At the next blizzard little doll. WS ", Y/N upset looked at herself in the window and saw the signs of the teeth on her neck ..

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