#i am terribly sorry that this is the first original post in months
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read your mind.
༉‧₊˚ reader gets a certain reply to her story.
pairing: charles leclerc x poc!reader
fc: aeri from aespa!!
trope:situation opps!
warnings: suggested smut but no smut happens. semi-love bombing?? toxic umm.. time skips a lot.
content: reader kind of falls too fast. charles being a dickhead idk. lando 😂😂 shh.. texts & insta post (just once). maybe bad gammer sorryyy. low caps !!!!!!
words: 1.3k ??
🎐 speaking!: hi this is my first post im kind of nervous... mo encourage me to start posting on tumblr!! also might make a part two if it gets attention 🤗 hope you enjoy!!
she wasn't a fan of him, she never was at first. It was just an accident that he followed her nothing else. But it wasn't accident that he replied to her story right?
charles_leclerc replied to your story!
ynusername's story
charles_leclerc
😍😍
ynusername
erm.. I think you replied on accident!
charles_leclerc
that was no accident sweetheart
ynusername
oh
charles_leclerc
you're very pretty
ynusername
tell me something I don't hear🤣 be original racer boy
charles_leclerc
haha racer boy?
ynusername
isn't that what you are lolol
charles_leclerc
I mean yeah?
ynusername
ok 👍
she didn't reply after that. she didn't felt the need to. yes, a famous man that hundreds of girls drooled over would kill to be in her position! but yn had heard questionable actions the man had gotten into. she thought he would get the damn hint by now but he didn't.
charles_leclerc
ouch delivered for 1 week :(?
ynusername
I'm a busy girl..
charles_leclerc
not even time for me?
ynusername
no who are you?
are you mark lee didn't think so
charles_leclerc
just wanna know the pretty girl
ynusername
you literally don't even know who I am
NO. How did you find my instagram?
charles_leclerc
lily follows u
ynusername
um ok but ??
charles_leclerc
she posted ur post once on her story and i just had to take my shot
ynusername
erm congrats! 🎊🍾
charles_leclerc
are you always a cold bitch
ynusername
and do u think every girl can just fall for you!! oh I'm so sorry !
charles_leclerc
I must admit ur funny
ynusername
I know I am☺️
yn wasn't going to keep texting him that's what she said. she was wrong, she found herself clicking the Instagram app opening his messages. she found herself texting him everyday, as the time passed soon or later they exchanged numbers. the more they talked, the more she found out about him.
she knew he was three years older but it was fine! he didn't seem to have bad intentions. she loved the way he would give her pet names or responding quickly. yn just felt like she could fall in love again after her ex situation.
the two soon or later began calling after two months of charles begging, she finally gave in. "so.. are you gonna say something or just be staring at the screen?" yn spoke softly looking into her camera. his grin widened, "you have a hot voice too-" she stared at her screen for awhile before replying, "ok I'm hanging up now-"
charles!!
hii pretty girl
yn 🤍
helloooo char:)
charles!!
cant wait to see you after all of these months
yn🤍
it's literally been what?
5 months talking 😃
charles!!
and? I promised you that confession in person didn't I?
yn🤍
shut ur mouth
charles!!
only if it's ur lips
he was the sweetest once they met, he wrapped an arm around her waist instantly. charles pecked her cheek and looked at her with a wide smile.
"hey"
she smiled back,
"hey"
they were happy for awhile, why wouldn't they? charles would take her on the most expensive dates yet. he would have her by his side no matter what the occasion. when it was race day, she was there even when he lost terribly. she would always be there for him.
but they weren't official, she never thought he would take this long to ask her to his official girlfriend. when she confronted about it to him, he always said the same thing.
"I do want you to be my girlfriend. It's just I want to plan it out perfectly just for you, my girl"
she should've never believed him. she should've started getting suspicious when he suddenly stopped asking her to go to his races occasionally. but she didn't question it, just brushing it off thinking he was just busy that's all.
yn
hi!!
charles!!
hey pretty, how are you?
yn
good gooddd
you've been lagging on me tbh😞
charles!!
Ik ik
it's just been busy lately
yk training and stuff
yn
yeah I know
I just miss talking to you
charles!!
you'll have me to yourself soon
:)
yn
right ☺️
yn just thought he was busy that's all. he's a celebrity and celebrities are always busy, right? it wasn't until a week later where he finally invited her to a dinner celebration with other f1 drivers. his hand resting on her lower back the majority of the time as he whispered sweet nothings in her ear.
"you should've not worn this dress. you look out of this world" he whispered in her ear before placing a peck on her cheek. she felt herself start forming a smile at his compliment. no matter how hard she tried not give him an reaction she always failed. the sweetness from him quickly ended when he left her alone in the table going to chat along with the other boys.
she was incredibly bored, one of her fingers tapping the table. she didn't know anyone in the celebration. the girlfriends of the other drivers were in their own world not even paying attention to her. yn was safe to say she felt excluded by everyone here. she would've been talking to lily but lily seemed to skip this dinner party this time.
20 minutes ended up passing by, she felt incredibly small at this point. she flinched slightly feeling someone tap her shoulder. her gaze shifted to the person next to her. he was smiling at her widely. "hey! did charles dumbass leave you here alone?" yn chuckled slightly. "I guess he got too caught up with the others" he hummed with her response.
"I'm lando" she hummed giving him a soft smile, "lando? alright im yn" he grinned this time showing off his pearly whites. "yn, what a pretty name for a pretty girl" she laughed shaking her head.
she placed her chin on her hand taking in his appearance, "I would compliment you back but I don't think I can" he leaned closer to her. "oh really? why? is charles your boyfriend now?" she was going to say yes but he wasn't her boyfriend. "well not yet. though I only have eyes on him" lando tilted his head and leaned back onto his chair. "if I was him I would've made you my girlfriend already by the third month" his words made her heart sting.
the ride back to the hotel was silent. when the two had step inside charles closed the door behind them leaning against the door. "didn't know you were all smiles with lando" yn sat on the edge of the bed looking at him. "what? he was just keeping me company" she frowned, why was he acting like this?
"stay away from him pretty, he just wants to steal you from me" he spoke softly as he walked in front of her. "you can do that for me right?" his hand brushed her strand of hairs away from her eyes. she was a weak women, "yeah I can" charles smiled satisfied he grip her chin up placing a kiss on her lips. he slowly pushed her down onto the bed. "so good to me, yeah?" he heavily breathed.
"god, let's get you out of this dress"
yn felt stupid for waiting his notifications. she wonder what went wrong was it because she responded too quickly? she didn't know but she was tired. she was tired of his excuses for not asking her out officially. she was tired of him responding so late to her lately.
yn
what position you got her in😂😐
charles.
what..?
yn
oh now u reply lol
charles
yn, you know im busy.
yn
and im sick of you being so-called busy everyday.
charles
you know that's what I mean though. It's not my fault I have training and stuff.
yn
you know what charles, im tired of whatever we have going on. I don't wanna be just a stupid situation. Why won't you make me your girlfriend yet? it's been over 7 months of us talking, going on dates, literally fucking?? what else do you want from me?
charles
im sorry yn. it's just im scared my fans will hurt you they aren't used to me dating girls with black hair and yk?
yn
what the fuck.
im starting to think you don't actually like me
charles
I do I swear
yn
no you don't. you would've accepted me. sorry im not a blonde girl with blue eyes. have fun with your new bitch i can tell you've been texting someone new.
charles
wait yn please just listen to me
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he spammed her for almost a week but that quickly ended. she was heartbroken, who wouldn't be though? she hated the fact that he just was experimenting around with her. that same week he was spotted with a girl with blonde hair. it broke her, so she did what any girl would do after a situation.
she instantly went insane, crying to sad songs on blast. she clearly looked like a mess, it didn't help that after that her fall semester started. people stared at her like she was crazy. her hair was always in a messy hairstyle she didn't even bother wearing makeup or dressing up.
"you seriously need to get over him" her best friend said through the phone screen. yn looked at her with a frown, "i seriously cannot" the friend sighed shaking her head softly. "that's because you keep making it worse. I say dye your hair blonde and post just to show him you'll look good in any hair color" yn raised her eyebrows as she fixed the camera on the call.
"isn't that just making me seem desperate though?"
"well, if he texts you just ignore him. hey who knows maybe another driver will text you" she winked teasing.
"I don't think so... charles didn't let me talk to any of them" she sighed flopping down on her bed again.
"and? he isn't here now is he?"
ynusername posted!
ynusername 🪩🍾
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charles_leclerc
hey, I missed you, pretty girl.
landonorris
hey😁
🎐: wowahhhh that was crazy 🤣😂(no it wasn't) I hope you enjoyed this short oneshot!! lmk if you want a part two fr😊
#charles leclerc#charles leclerc x reader#f1#f1 imagine#lando norris#lando norris x reader#charles leclerc smut#charles leclerc x you#formula 1#landovilla
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i NEED him
Ghost x male reader
Smut
Female aligned dni <3
Anyways hi guys thx for the likes on my other post I’ve been to embarrassed to actually re read it myself so it means a lot that you guys actually like the story I made I feel like the other one was to bleh so I’m trying to make this story longer and more slow burn ig idk if you have any advice or opinions that would be greatly appreciated anyways on with the story and I know it’s not November but just act like it is cause I just had this idea today c/n = code name
Me and soap were talking about nnn making jokes and what not, then soap had the idea to make a bet “whoever fails this month has to pay the other 50 bucks” “bold of you to assume I’d fail Soap Mactavish” “ We’ll see about that y/n”. ghost walks in and at this point me and soap are still joking around about the bet and saying who’s going to win or whatever. I’d describe ghost as a person who would immediately shut down me and soaps stupid talk but it seemed like today was different instead he asked us what we were talking about me and soap looked at each other and bursted out laughing.
Ghost looked at us confused to say the least “It’s nothing me and soap were just making a stupid bet” ghost sounded intrigued “what was the bet about?” Soap spoke up “ whoever fails this month at nnn has to pay the other 50 dollars but obviously I’ll be the winner” I hit soap on his arm “yeah right loser I’ll be the one to win” me and soap shared a laugh and the bet was set into motion.
Week 1
While me and soap were sitting down on the couch watching some bad rom-com movie ghost walked into the room he said something about going out for the day I didn’t pay attention to him because unfortunately even if the movie was terrible it had me hooked but for some odd reason I felt eyes burning into the back of my head but whatever must’ve been my imagination. Soap spoke up “ Ghost was staring you down like no tomorrow what did you do to him” “me?! I didn’t do anything what did you do to him?” “ yeah whatever you say y/n”
Week 2
Jesus. This was going to be harder than I first thought I never realized how many things that ghost did that got me worked up his stupid jokes how he looks at me with his eyes his voice sounding angelic and made just for me but there was no way I’d lose a bet I’m not about to lose 50 dollars just because I can’t restrain myself I’ll just try to distract myself. I felt Someone tap on my shoulder I whipped around only to be face to face with ghost “what are you doing here c/n?” “Jesus you scared me- uh nothing I was just scouting out the area” ghost looked at me skeptical “ ok just get back to your original post and don’t leave without alerting someone it could’ve been dangerous” “don’t worry about litte ol me ghost you know I can handle myself” ghost stayed silent and walked away I just pray he didn’t hear me silently screaming after he left the grip he has on me dear lord I start heading back to my original post oh well I think to myself just need to push through.
Week 3
Holy I feel like my whole body is on fire. Today is an off day so everyone does there own individual thing but today was just not my day soap suggested we all played spin the bottle at first I thought sure why not I’m bored so maybe this will pass the time but now here I am stuck in a closet with ghost for the next 7 minutes I just thank whatever god was watching me because I knew I looked like a tomato right about now. I could feel his body pressing up against mine and I swear I was getting hotter by the second and I guess it showed because ghost spoke up “Jesus love you’re burning up the room calm down will you?” Oh.my.god I think to myself did he just say what I think he said I feel like I’m about to die “y-yeah sorry about that” “loosen up a litte won’t you?” I felt him tilt my chin up and lean in closer for a kiss “oh my ghosh” I thought to myself “is this really happening?” But finally I felt our lips connect and it felt amazing his rough hands pulling me closer and grabbing my waist his lips felt surprisingly soft for a guy who seems so rough I could smell his cologne and when he bit my bottom lip for entrance I couldn’t resist we started exploring each other mouths trying to fight over who’d be the dominant one but unfortunately for me he won I slowly moaned into the kiss and felt him smirk against my lips when we parted I felt like I was drunk off of him I needed him but I can’t loose that bet but dear lord he started going in for a kiss again but this time going lower and giving me hickies anywhere he could give me I felt his lust radiating off of him I couldn’t take it anymore I needed him whatever I can loose some stupid bet I just need him he started to unbuckle my pants when we heard the door opening I quickly fixed my self up and ghost scowled and whispered “ next time love” when soap opened up the door he let out a howl of laughter “ Look at you two huh? Your face is a little red there y/n” “Eat a dick soap” I decided that, that was enough spin the bottle for me so I went back into my room not realizing that ghost was staring me down with nothing but lust and love behind his eyes.
Week 4
After the fiasco of spin the bottle I couldn’t look ghost in the eye I felt so embarrassed every-time he looked at me but oh my he’s so hot whatever I just need to focus on the task at hand which was scouting out the area with soap I stepped in the room first signaling that it was safe for soap to come in afterwards he spoke to me “ so what was all that back at spin the bottle” I froze “none of your business soap shut up” he chuckled “oh? Are you sure about that because to me it seems like you’re getting a litte to worked up over it” I sighed “whatever soap just shut up” “whatever you say y/n just remember who’s going to be gaining 50 dollars on December 1st” “yeah as if you’d win soap now be quiet I hear someone”. After the mission I plopped myself down on the couch and just started thinking about the whole spin the bottle situation I mean I don’t know did ghost even mean it? Maybe he did I mean I’m pretty sure he meant it. I mean if he didn’t then why would he have told me next time love remembering his voice gave me butterflies in my stomach the things he could do to me with just his voice he’s just so hot. I heard someone walk in it was ghost “ You look like a mess.” I sighed “I was just about to leave ” god it was so awkward maybe he didn’t mean to kiss me whatever I’m just going to leave. Before I was even able to get up from the couch ghost pinned me down “Where do you think you’re going?” My breath hitched I couldn’t speak “come on now love don’t you want to continue what we started?” He started to unbuckle my pants and take off my shirt “look at how beautiful you look under me” I looked away embarrassed “oh come on now love don’t look away” he started to take off his clothing and lower himself onto me he propped me up so I was straddling his thighs I felt his bulge push against mine and i tried shifting to get some type of pleasure but his hands came down to hold my waist he chuckled “Eager now are we?” He flipped me over so I was on my back he slowly reached down to take of my boxers my cock sprung up already leaking with pre-cum “have you ever done this before?” I shook my head no “use your words darling” my breath stopped at the new nickname “ n-no I haven’t” slight whimpers falling from my mouth he chuckled darkly “ well just keep on making those noises for me love” he spat on his finger about to push in when we heard someone coming I shot up and scrambled to get my clothes on before throwing ghost clothes at his face “Sorry ghost maybe next time” and i ran off into the bathroom to fix myself up when I got out of the bathroom ghost was on the couch with soap talking about whatever I decided that I needed some fresh air so I stepped out once I went back inside it was only soap on the couch now I asked him where ghost went but he said he kind of just got up and left oh well I thought and sat down with soap.
Week 5
Finally my last week after this week I would just need two more days so that this challenge can be done soap hasn’t given up yet but neither have I. Today was supposed to be somewhat normal it was just me and ghost at the base but hey whatever right? Wrong whenever I tried to mind my own business I felt him staring me down from across the room I swear I felt chills on my neck so I decided that enough was enough and went up to him “hey I was planning to try and cook with whatever we have around here if you’d like you can eat with me” this was so awkward I think to myself “ yeah sure I’ll eat with you” well hey that went easier than expected now it’s just time to make some food. (Make whatever food you want) after preparing my meal and letting it cook off for a litte i called out to ghost “ hey.. uh I finished cooking if you want any” I set the table for me and me only I truly wasn’t really expecting him to show up to eat even if we were in the same area but to my surprise he actually came so I took up another play and served him. While we were eating no one dared to say anything until he finally broke the ice “Y/n we need to talk” my breathing started slow increasing “About what?” “About what’s been happening between us” “oh.. that yeah man don’t worry about it I won’t tell anyone” he looked like he was about to say something but stopped I felt like I could cut the tension with a knife. But Jesus I couldn’t stop sneaking looks at him he’s just so beautiful I love how muscular his arms feel not that I’m not fit myself but he makes me feel so safe ever since the spin the bottle incident I can’t look at him the same I mean not like I ever did just see him as a friend but still his beautiful eyes looking into mine how I feel like I get intoxicated off of him. His soft and rough arms grabbing me and pulling me closer to hold and kiss Jesus the things I would do for him. I didn’t realize I had been staring at him for like a minute now until he called my name “hey y/n you look kind of dazed there you alright?” “Oh yeah sorry I’m fine I’ll clean up don’t worry I just need to use the bathroom.” I quickly ran to the bathroom fuck I thought to myself I can’t do it anymore the way he’s been looking at me and how we’ve been so close but yet so far I can’t do it I don’t care if I lose some stupid bet I can’t handle it anymore I unbuckled my pants and pulled down my boxers.
Change of POV
Fuck. Ghost thought to himself he couldn’t even get his feelings out to y/n he felt stupid he started to clean up after himself until he heard a gasp in the bathroom he went down the hall to check up on y/n
Back to original POV
I can’t even think right now he’s so beautiful and perfect I can’t do it my body gets so hot and worked up whenever I think of him I can’t do it I heard the door open and and looked up to only find ghost staring at me. Hiccups falling out of my mouth I need him “ p-please help me” he quickly came in and shut the door he quickly grabbed my hands “ No. I’ve been waiting for this all day love just thinking about you being underneath me moaning and cumming just for me” I quickly nodded tears still falling from my eyes I need him now I can’t take it anymore he picked me up and carried me to his room he set me down on his bed and started to undress I felt his eyes on me and looked away “come on now darling you look so beautiful underneath me waiting patiently” I can’t look at him I’m too embarrassed my head still tucked away into my arm he started to kiss and nip at my neck until he hit a certain spot I let out an embarrassing loud moan he started to abuse that spot on my neck until it turned purple I was out of breath by the time he was done “ what’s the matter love? Getting all worked up over a litte kiss?” He looked down and noticed my cock dripping with pre-cum he started to wrap his fingers around my cock slowly jerking me off “please go faster” he chuckled at started to go faster I moaned and arched my back my eyes rolling into the back of my head but before I could arrive he suddenly stopped I whined “I want you to cum when I’m inside you” I let out a whine “please just please I need you please” when I spoke that seems to set off a switch in ghosts head “repeat yourself for me?” I looked away embarrassed “come on now love why don’t you tell me how desperate you are for me huh?” I tried to grind onto his hips but he grabbed my waist to keep me still “repeat what you said go on I want to hear you say it” he was looking at me I can feel it “please I need you Simon” he chuckled darkly “whatever you say darling” he pushed me onto my back and aligned himself with my hole “this may sting a little but you’ll get used to it” he pushed himself in he was right it hurt a little but I got used to it he slowly started thrusting into me trying to find my g-spot I couldn’t even pay attention to what he was saying at this point my brain had turned to mush he was so beautiful. He suddenly hit a certain spot that made me arch my back he laughed “found it” I couldn’t process what was happening I just felt good “mmh more please right there” he continued to thrust into me hitting that certain spot over and over again I started to bite at his neck “Please please please” I didn’t even know what I was begging for at this point but he seemed to know what I was begging for he took one of his hands off my waist and started to stroke me I arched my back and started to rut into his hand “Go on cum on me you’ve been so good for me” I couldn’t take it anymore his eyes staring into mine how his voice made me feel butterflies in my stomach I couldn’t take it tears started rolling down my eyes he was making me feel so good he chuckled “cum for me darling” that was what pushed me over the edge it felt like my vision was going white it felt blissful I continued to rut into his hand until I rode out my high but he wasn’t done he continued thrusting into me losing his pace and grunting “ you look so beautiful for me right now my beautiful boy” he buried his hips into me and came he sloppily thrusted in and out riding out his high before finally pulling out “you did so good for me love” I was slowly falling asleep and finally closed my eyes when I woke up I was in ghost room I groggily got up trying to remember what happened last night ghost walked in “your awake I made some food I’ll be back” I went I to the kitchen in one of ghost sweat shirts and sweatpants only to find ghost chuckling at me “Shut it soap I’ll pay you just lay off” while I walked back to ghost room I could hear soap laughing his ass off whatever I thought to myself it’s just some stupid bet.
The end
Hi this has been marinating in my drafts for awhile lol but uh any advice on this or my other story are appreciated and again sorry I don’t really know ghost character I just think he’s hot but I hope you guys enjoyed and see you when I decide to post again
#ghost x male reader#simon riley x male reader#i’d do anything for him#simon ghost riley#simon ghost riley x you#male reader#x male reader
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@sterekweekly prompt family, @sterekbingo square taking care of a child, @warmandfluffybingocards square kiss on the hand, @domaystic day 23 small couch.
Green Eggs & Ham by Winchesterek
Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Eli Hale (Teen Wolf), Original Hale-Stilinski Child(ren)
Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski
Additional Tags: Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Mates Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Established Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Alpha Derek Hale, Omega Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale is a Softie, Married Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski are Eli Hale's Parents, Derek Hale Deserves Nice Things, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Fluff, Family Fluff, Kid Fic, Family Feels
It had been about a week since Stiles had been home with his family, having spent that time at the Omega post-birthing center. His second time around had been just as good as the first time, getting care after baby Ava was born, but he’d missed his family terribly.
Stiles was glad to be back home, able to be with his children every moment of the day now. He smiled down at baby Ava in his arms, carefully rocking her and tucking her against his chest as she nursed. He hummed his mother’s favorite song to her, the tunes of Hey Jude filling the brief silence of their house.
He walked out of the nursery and headed into the living room where Elijah was sitting on the couch with Derek, tucked against his mate’s side as they read a book together. Elijah was learning how to read so fast and Stiles was so proud of him.
But there were only so many times that Stiles could read Green Eggs and Ham. On top of that, Elijah had wanted him and Derek to start cooking him Green Eggs and Ham. Eggs and ham colored with green food coloring was the least appetizing thing Stiles had seen in the last few months.
“Say! I like green eggs and ham! I do! I like them, Sam-I-Am! And I would eat them with a goat… and I will eat them in the rain!” came Derek’s voice excitedly from the couch as he enunciated each word.
It made Stiles smile and he tried his best not to laugh because it was the most adorable thing ever and he knew sometimes Derek was self-conscious about things like that. It had taken him a long time to be comfortable doing silly things with Elijah and even to be playful with Stiles when they’d first started dating.
Stiles moved over to the couch and carefully sat down with them, curling his legs under him as Ava continued to suckle and he smoothed a hand over her head, holding her close
“And I will eat them here and there. Say! I will eat them anywhere! I do so like green eggs and ham! Thank you, thank you, Sam I am!”
Elijah cheered as Derek finished the book and looked at the pictures. Derek chuckled and kissed Elijah on his head, his arm wrapped around their son as he hugged him close.
“So, that’s the end!” Derek said, closing the book and setting it aside on the end table.
Elijah looked up at Derek with those big eyes that were the same kaleidoscope of colors as Derek’s, but today they looked green. “You have to make me green eggs and ham now, Dad!”
Stiles did his best not to make a face as he thought about the green eggs and ham and Ava gave a tiny sound of protest as he squeezed her a little too tight.
“Sorry, baby,” he told her softly. She seemed to forgive him as she focused on nursing again.
“Green eggs and ham again?” Derek asked playfully and gave a heavy sigh in show.
“Yes!” Elijah said excitedly and jumped off the couch. Derek laughed and smiled at Stiles. “You want anything while I make our son something that looks like it came out of a swamp?”
“Well, if we’re having breakfast, I think I could go for a waffle… or waffles.” Stiles looked down at Ava and she’d fallen asleep, so he eased her back and wrapped her in her blanket again. “I could also go for some non-green eggs.”
“Your wish is my command,” Derek replied, taking Stiles’ hand and kissing the back of it. “I’ll be right back. I better go catch Elijah before he manages to get the eggs out of the fridge and breaks them all.”
Derek sounded amused more than anything else as he smoothed a hand over Ava and stood up, leaning over to give Stiles a kiss on the lips, and then hurried into the kitchen.
Stiles listened to them chattering about the book, Elijah talking up a storm about green eggs and ham.
Stiles looked down at Ava as she slept curled against his chest, running a finger across her soft cheek, her little hands gripping at his chest. “Love you, baby girl. You and your brother and your father. More than anything in the world.”
This was his family and they were perfect.
#sterek#derek hale#stiles stilinski#teen wolf#derek x stiles#derek/stiles#stiles x derek#stiles/derek#parent stiles stilinski#omega stiles#alpha derek hale#sterekweekly#sterekbingo#sterekweeklyfamily#mine#my fic
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The 11th Street Kids Go Undercover (Adrian Chase/Vigilante)
Summary: On a mission to stop the formula for creating metahumans from falling into the hands of Lexcorp, you and Adrian are paired up. A fake date with the guy that you have a crush on is surely just another day at the office.
Word Count: 4.2k
A/N: I don't know how this fic is gonna do bc I'm posting it kind of late, but I'm really excited for it because I felt inspired for the first time in a while with Adrian. I've missed writing for you, Vigilante. Like, comment, and reblog if you enjoyed this!
The team listens intently as Harcourt goes over the mission brief one last time before rolling out…well, most of the team. Peacemaker is very loudly playing a game on his phone while Adrian watches over his shoulder. Harcourt slowly trails off, searing the two with a death glare, and the rest of you watch with bated breath to see if they’ll notice. When it becomes clear that they won’t, Harcourt sighs.
“I’m sorry, am I interrupting something?” Harcourt asks sarcastically.
Chris finally looks up at this before shaking his head and going back to the game on his phone. “No, you’re fine. Thanks, though.”
“Dumbass,” Harcourt snaps, “get off of your phone and pay attention to the brief. Are you seriously playing fucking Angry Birds? What is this, 2012?”
“Angry Birds is a classic and I won’t tolerate this slander from you.”
Harcourt folds her arms over her chest. “You can go ahead and brief the team then, Smith, since I’m doing such a terrible job at keeping everybody interested.”
“I will, thank you.” He slides the brief over, looking at it for the first time tonight. “Alright, our target tonight is Jacob Han, whose mugshot you’ll see in Image A. Looks like a chode, if you ask me.”
“We didn’t ask you,” Adebayo says, “but yeah. Dude looks like a chode.”
“Thank you!” Chris sports a proud smile as he continues. “He originally worked for the American Government as a part of Project M, helping to develop a serum to create metahumans for war. Han went rogue a couple of years ago, took the formulas he had been working on for the serum and ran off. He’s recently popped up again with claims that he’s created a successful serum and he’s willing to sell the product…for a hefty fee.
“Tonight, Han is supposed to be at the Kryptonite Bar & Nightclub in Metropolis to perform a dead drop with a representative of Lexcorp. There are three potential representatives that could show up tonight. You have their names and pictures in your brief as well. If Lex Luthor and his minions are able to create metahumans whenever they want, that will spell disaster for the world. That’s where we come in.”
Almost nobody expected the group that would become the 11th Street Kids to be a functional team, least of all those that were a part of the team. After your defeat of the butterflies before the Justice League could even show up, as well as Waller being exposed on national television, ARGUS kept your team around for special ops and, the team suspects, to be able to monitor what you’re doing.
Not that any of you minded being able to come together and work with each other time and time again. Such a close brush with death tends to bring people together. And so the 11th Street Kids were now an official task force. Leota Adebayo, Adrian Chase aka Vigilante, John Economos, Emilia Harcourt, Christopher Smith aka Peacemaker, and you. What had started as a mission that you had been forced onto months ago due to being the lowest on the ladder in terms of seniority has quickly become your favorite team to work with. No other group compares to the 11th Street Kids, and you’re including the stint where you were an unofficial member of the Bat Family.
Peacemaker looks at Harcourt after he’s finished the brief. “Okay, you can give everybody their roles for tonight.”
“Gee, thanks.” Harcourt rolls her eyes, but continues. “Economos, you’ll be in the van hacked into the cameras and Han’s phone. Adebayo, you’ll be with Economos monitoring transmissions and providing backup if needed.
“Now, we don’t know where the dead drop is supposed to happen, so we’ll be split up to make sure we can adequately sabotage this meeting. I’ll cover the bar by working as a bartender. Smith, you’ll have the front of house by acting as a bouncer. Chase and Y/l/n, you’ll both be ‘patrons’ on the dance floor. Any questions?”
The team remains silent. On the scale of missions you’ve completed together, this is pretty standard. Still, you can’t shake the nerves that you have, because tonight you’re going on a fake date.
A fake date with Adrian.
A fake date with Adrian, who you have a crush on.
Harcourt and Adebayo have told you multiple times that he has just as much of a crush on you as you do on him, but you doubt that. After all, you’ve heard him say time and time again that he doesn’t have emotions like a normal person. You may have broken him down enough to see his friendly side, but does he even have the capacity to like you in a romantic way? If this weren’t a serious mission, you’d assume that you were placed together so that you’d be forced to admit your feelings to each other.
You know the actual reason why Harcourt assigned both of you together, of course. The blueprints of the building show a large dance floor/bar area for patrons, too big for one person to cover. Since you and Adrian look the least like undercover black ops agents (Adebayo and Economos too, but Adebayo is terrible at lying and Economos is needed for tech stuff), it makes sense to pair you up with him. This simultaneously makes you want to throw up and jump for joy.
Adrian must notice the way that you nervously drum your fingers against your leg while loading the handgun you’ll keep concealed on you, because he bumps his shoulder against yours and smiles at you. “Hell yeah, dynamic duo back at it again!”
You’ve been paired with Adrian for a few missions, both of you working extremely well together. He calms your nerves, you calm his…everything. That’s probably yet another reason why Harcourt gave you these roles. You balance each other out in the best of ways. It will be difficult for him to calm your nerves tonight, however, when he’s the one causing your nerves.
“Undercover dynamic duo,” you note, since this is a rare mission where no uniforms are used. Instead, you’re all dressed like civilians.
You both get out of the van a couple of blocks away from the bar after enough time has passed since Harcourt and Peacemaker left, and you have to admit that Adrian cleans up really well, though that could be because Harcourt had given you all wardrobe changes for tonight’s aliases. Scratch that. You don’t ‘have’ to admit anything. He does clean up well, but you like the way that Adrian looks no matter what. Tonight, however, he’s been forced to switch out his usual quarter-zip sweaters and nerdy graphic t-shirts for a button down, short-sleeved shirt that frames his muscles deliciously. You assume it’s to make it look like you’re actually a couple on a date, but you’ll still thank Harcourt for the eye candy anyways.
His muscles are so distracting, in fact, that you nearly jump when you feel his hand brush against yours. You look up at him only to see him looking as surprised as you. “What ya doing, there?”
“Well, we’re supposed to be on a date, right? People on dates, like, hold hands and shit.”
“Oh.” He’s right, of course. Still, you hadn’t expected him to be so…forward. You had thought that you were going to have to be the one to make this act convincing, not the other way around. “Um, yeah. Let’s hold hands, I guess.”
Shyly this time, Adrian slides his hand into yours, interlocking your fingers with his. You both smile at each other before looking away, though you can see the way that the back of Adrian’s neck is heating up.
The line to get into the bar is thankfully short, and you’re in in a matter of minutes. You both nod to Chris, who’s standing inside next to the door doing his ‘job’ as a bouncer. If you didn’t know who he was, you’d think that he was very experienced at this job. Your eyes immediately sweep the room, checking for any sign of your targets. They’re not here, which you had been expecting. It won’t be an on-the-dot affair, from what Economos has gleaned from Jacob Han’s communications. There’s a certain time slot he gave Lexcorp’s representatives, of 11:15 to midnight. It’s your job to wait around until they show up.
The comm in your ear crackles to life, and you can assume from the way that Adrian stills that his does, too. “Alright guys,” Economos says, “it is currently 11:10 and we are fast approaching dead drop time. We only have forty five minutes to secure the formula and stop Han from making the deal with Lexcorp. Adebayo and I have successfully hacked into his phones, yes, plural, and will be monitoring to see when he arrives.”
“Hey, do you wanna go get a drink?” you ask Adrian after Economos has signed off.
“Uh, sure. Yeah, a drink sounds good.” You lead him to the bar, your hand still clasped in his, and try to act like you don’t know the blonde woman with a killer resting bitch face that comes up to serve you.
“What can I get for you guys?” From the way that Harcourt handles herself in this position, you have to assume she did some sort of bartending back in college.
You turn around to look at the man behind you. “What do you want, Adrian?”
“Oh, I’ll just have a beer.”
“Two Bud Lights, please,” you order. Harcourt quickly grabs the beers and takes the caps off. “Is it worth it to dance here? Some bars say they have dancing, but it ends up not being much.”
“I’d wait a few minutes and enjoy your drinks at a table before dancing. The music doesn’t get good here until about 11:30.”
“Great, thanks.” You slide a ten across the bar for the drinks before glancing at Adrian. “Wanna go grab a table then?”
He nods and takes the lead this time, moving through the crowd of people with ease until he comes across a table that’s empty. You both gratefully fall into the empty seats, and you take a large drink of your beer before setting it down. “You were asking Harcourt when we should move positions, right?” Adrian whispers across the table to you, the subtlety of that conversation going over his head like usual.
“Yeah, just wanted to make sure that we were in the right spot.”
It’s easy to fall into the routine of work, and you both silently begin to watch for any sign of Jacob Han or the Lexcorp reps (red headed woman, man with star tattoos on his knuckles, or Lex Luthor himself, you remind yourself of the characteristics you’re meant to be watching for) entering the bar. After you confirm that none of your targets have arrived, you look back at Adrian only to find that he’s already looking at you.
You laugh nervously at the attention. “What?”
“Y’know, if this was a real date, I’d tell you how nice you look tonight.”
Your breath catches in your throat, and you’re thankful that you hadn’t taken a sip of your beer because you could guarantee it would be spit out on the table right now. Deflecting with humor, you say, “But it’s only a fake date, so that means I don’t look nice?”
Adrian’s cheeks go red. “That’s not what I–I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that being on a real date would give me the chance to say that you look nice. You always look nice, but tonight you look–I’m just gonna shut up now.”
“So do you think I look nice or not?” you say with a laugh, teasing him now. Sometimes, Adrian needs a push in order to actually verbalize his feelings.
“Yes. You look beautiful tonight. There’s nobody else I’d want to be on a fake date with.”
“Thanks, you look really handsome too, fake date or not.”
“Seriously?” Adebayo’s voice comes through on your comm, and you and Adrian both jump at the sound of it. “You know we can hear you, right?”
“Y-yeah,” you stutter, “we’re just making sure we’re convincing to anybody that might be watching.”
“Mhm.” She doesn’t sound convinced at all, but thankfully she moves on. “Listen, Han just received a text that the drop is set to happen in twenty minutes, at around 11:40.”
“Do we know who’s receiving the drop?” Adrian asks, trying to make it look like he’s talking to you and not a voice in his ear.
“No, but it sounds like Han will be arriving first. Make sure to stay alert.”
“Will do. Keep us posted on if anything changes.” If there’s one thing that Adrian loves, it’s the thrill of the chase. His eyes gleam as he drums his hands against the table with a grin. “Almost go time!”
“You know that you can’t,” you drag your thumb across your neck to mime a killing motion, “right?”
Adrian rolls his eyes. “Duh, of course I know that! I can enjoy doing my job without doing the best part of my job.”
“Just wanted to make sure.” You hold your hands up to show that you didn’t mean anything by asking the question. Though you hope that he knows you’re just teasing, you want to show him as clearly as you can that he has nothing to worry about. “What are we supposed to do while we wait?”
Adrian thinks for a moment, and you can almost see the lightbulb that figuratively goes off over his head when he comes up with something. “Question, and you have to answer this seriously: would you rather fight one horse-sized duck or one hundred duck-sized horses?”
Arguing the pros and cons of which battle royale you would prefer to get into gets so heated and so in-depth that you very nearly miss Economos in your ear.
(“Okay, but a duck can’t exactly kill you,” you argue, “so I highly doubt that they become a killer duck when they’re bigger. Plus, being trampled by a hundred mini horses sounds like a fight I’d surely lose.”
Adrian shakes his head, raising a finger in the air to let you know that he was about to make a very important point. “A giant beak, though? Their creepy knife teeth would kill you easily, especially when they’re huge!”
“I’m pretty sure it’s geese that have the knife teeth, not ducks.”
His eyes narrow, not sure if you’re tricking him. “I’m gonna Google this.”)
“Eyes open everyone, Han should be entering the club in the next couple of minutes.”
You glance down at your phone screen to see that it’s almost exactly 11:40. Looking around the bar, you find the eyes of Peacemaker and Harcourt, who both nod in confirmation that they’re ready to proceed with the mission. Downing the last of your beer for another few drops of confidence, you and Adrian stand up.
“Shall we move this ‘date’ to the dance floor?” Adrian asks, shimmying his shoulders. You grab his hand once more and allow him to lead you to an empty spot on the dance floor.
It’s far more difficult to look like you’re having fun and dancing on a totally real date when you’re focused on constantly scanning the room for your target. Surprisingly, Adrian’s the one who looks more in character than you do. He’s smiling as he moves to the music, and it’s all you can do to not gasp when he grabs your hips and pulls you in close.
“Loosen up,” Adrian whispers into your ear when he leans in to make it look like he’s kissing your neck. “You’re gonna blow our cover the second we see Han if you look like you’re looking for someone. He’s expecting an agency to try and stop him.”
You nod. “You’re right. I’m not good at multitasking.”
“Well you’re in luck, because I’m very good at multitasking. Just let me take the lead, yeah?”
“Yeah.” You move your arms to his shoulders and try to ignore the butterflies in your stomach that begin to appear when you realize how close you are to Adrian. “You know, fake date or not, this has been fun.”
“Really?” He grins in disbelief. “I’m a fun date?”
You go to respond, but stop when you see a shorter man with cropped hair slink in through a side entrance. “Han’s here,” you mutter. Adrian goes to look in your direction, but your grip on his shoulders tightens. “Don’t look!”
“Sorry!” he apologizes.
You move your hand up like you’re itching your ear, instead turning on your comm. “I have eyes on Han, he entered through a door in the back left side of the building. He’s sticking close to the walls right now, and it looks like he’s trying to find his intended meet-up.”
“I see him now, too,” Harcourt says.
“Me three,” Peacemaker chimes in.
“Whoever has the chance to stop this drop, do it. We don’t have time to come up with a sophisticated plan,” Adebayo directs.
“Fuck,” Adrian hisses to you, “he’s going into the bathrooms!”
You and Adrian are the closest to the bathrooms, and you’re the only ones who will be able to leave their positions without drawing attention. But how do you get both of you into a bathroom without looking like you’re going to subdue a target? Suddenly, it hits you. “Do you trust me?”
“Of course,” Adrian responds.
Though he tells you that he trusts you, he’s still surprised when you pull him towards the bathrooms and lock your lips with his. You lean up against the wall next to the bathroom and pull his body weight on top of yours.
“What—”
“Just follow my lead,” you say against his lips, “I’m gonna get us in there.”
“Fine by me.”
It’s fine by you, too. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t had many a daydream about what it would be like to kiss Adrian, and you’re happy to report that it’s so much better than anything you could have imagined. His lips are a little chapped, not that you mind when they’re so warm and pressed over yours. The urge to run a hand through his curls is too strong to resist, and you’re glad that you don’t since Adrian moans when you do. His hips grind against yours, making you gasp.
It’s all that you can do to remember that this impromptu makeout session has a point. Moving you both down the wall, you land against the door Han had gone into before fumbling with the doorknob. Unlocked, thankfully, because he’s still waiting for his Lexcorp contact. The door falls open behind you, and Adrian holds you tighter as you stumble backwards into the bathroom. You had only meant to make it look like you were too wrapped up in each other to notice your surroundings, but it turns out you’re actually too wrapped up in each other to notice your surroundings when someone awkwardly clears their throat.
Adrian pulls his lips away from yours only so that he can glare in the direction of the man who interrupts you. “Um, we’re a little busy here, dude.”
Jacob Han stands in front of both of you, looking more than a little amused as he wipes his hands on a paper towel. “You two lovebirds are the ones who barged in on me, not the other way around.”
You hide behind Adrian in mock embarrassment and silently lock the door behind you as Adrian says, “Sorry, we…”
“Hey, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I’ve been in your position a few times, buddy.” Han looks at his phone. “I am gonna have to assert dibs on this bathroom, though. I’m waiting on someone.”
“Yeah, that’s totally fine. No worries.”
The bathroom is small, just two stalls and a little sink. Small enough that Adrian barely has to take a step before socking Han across the face. He barely has time to straighten up again after the hit before Adrian’s got an arm around his neck to cut off his air flow. You can only watch and keep an ear against the door to make sure that nobody tries to enter in the thirty seconds it takes for Han to lose consciousness. When he finally does, Adrian lowers him to the floor.
“Yuck,” you complain as you go to your knees on the dirty floor to begin searching Han’s pockets.
Wallet, keys, wrappers, gum: you’re finding everything but the metahuman formula. You run your hands up and down his sides when you finally feel a lump inside of his jacket. Pulling it off of his body, a zippered pocket stands out on the inside. When you unzip it, you find not just one, but two flash drives. You grin when you grab them, holding them up to show Adrian.
“Nice! Now we just gotta get rid of,” he lightly kicks Han’s leg, “this guy.”
A small window catches your attention. “We could always just toss him out?”
Adrian presses his comm. “We’ve got what we need, and we’re going to remove the target through the window.”
“Get him out quickly and I’ll hide him a little better. Reconvene at the van in ten minutes,” Adebayo says.
You grab one arm and Adrian grabs the other, both of you working together to haul Han over to the window. Though you’re both not weak by any means, ‘dead weight’ has a literal meaning.
“On three we toss him out, okay?” Adrian asks. When you give him a thumbs up, too out of breath to say anything, he nods. “One, two, three!”
Han’s body crashes harshly against the bags of trash that sit against the wall outside, and you cringe at the sound. He’s definitely gonna be sore when he wakes up tomorrow. After you both straighten up and make it look like you didn’t just get rid of a (still living) body, you unlock the door and nonchalantly make your way out. There’s a few stragglers in this hallway, and they all smirk at you when you exit, obviously having a different idea of what you just did in that bathroom.
Ducking out of the same door that Han entered through, you take a deep breath of the cool night air. The van is still parked a couple blocks away, which means you’ll have to walk to the rendezvous point. After the excitement of tonight, you don’t mind a nice walk to calm down. Adrian grabs your hand before you do, and you look at him in surprise.
“The mission’s over now,” you remind him, “we don’t have to be on a fake date anymore.”
“Maybe I want to be on a date with you for a little bit longer.” Adrian continues to stare straight ahead, but his face sports a blush deeper than any you’ve seen on him tonight.
You’re in disbelief over this, but in the best way. You had thought that the kissing would have crossed a line, and you were more than prepared to apologize profusely over this. “Really?”
“I thought it was obvious that I enjoyed that kiss, and this mission, way more than any other mission.”
“Even the mission where you finally got to kill someone with a chainsaw?”
Adrian grins at the memory of taking out a remaining faction of butterflies on a rural farm and having no weapons to destroy them but the chainsaw hanging on the wall. Still, he nods. “Even more than that.”
“But…you always say you don’t have emotions like a normal person. You–you like me?”
He struggles to find the words for a minute, but you’re content to wait for him to figure it out. “I’ve kinda figured out that it’s not that I don’t have emotions, it’s that I don’t understand my emotions. I have them, but I don’t really know how they work. Liking you is really the only emotion that comes easily to me.”
“I like you too, Adrian.”
He grins in disbelief. “Oh man, Peacemaker and Adebayo were right!”
“Maybe we could try out a real date soon? Say, Friday night? I still haven’t had the chance to check out that arcade you always talk about.”
Adrian’s eyes shine under the street lights, and he grips your hand a little tighter. “That’d be–that’d be fun! I’ll even let you win at skee-ball, if you want.”
“You’ll ‘let me’ win? Adrian, I don’t need you to let me win; I’m a master at skee-ball.”
Your comm turns on once again. “Vigilante and Y/l/n, where are you guys? You were supposed to rendezvous two minutes ago,” Harcourt says.
You look at Adrian, who hasn’t been able to stop smiling, with a grimace. “Sorry Harcourt, we’re on our way now.”
“Hurry it up!” Peacemaker complains. “We gotta hear how your make out with Vig got you guys the formula.”Adrian’s embarrassed face must match yours, but you can’t help the giggles that escape both of you. Hand in hand with Adrian, you continue on to the van. When you appear at the end of the street and those waiting around the van see, whispers of “goddammit” and “I knew it!” are heard as money exchanges hands before either of you can know about the bet that’s been on for a month.
#i really don't know what you guys will think of this#but i like it#adrian chase#adrian chase x reader#adrian chase imagine#vigilante#vigilante imagine#vigilante x reader#peacemaker vigilante#peacemaker#peacemaker hbo
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Hey could you offer any insight to the nickisnotgreen thing going on?? I’ve been looking and I’ve seen comments but can’t really get a straight answer on what he did? At first I thought it was like a sexism thing on his MrBeast video and now it’s about SuperMega?? And lies or jokes about sexual assault?? Sorry to bother you I am just looking for clarification if possible- thanks!!
Yeah I gotchu! So basically lexupdog posted a video a couple of months ago accusing supermegas old channel artist, donddr of sexually assaulting her while they were in a relationship and supermega of not moving quick enough when she told them about it, she was also staying in their office at time so she said a lot of other things about the supermegaplex being disgusting, them "kicking" her out, not clearly communicating with her and a lot of details about their personal relationships. Mostly being that Ryan used to sext fans, Matt cheated on his ex girlfriend with the girl he's with and that both of them make suicide joke is about their friend Daniel who passed away in 2015. Ryan and Matt both made apologies/response videos where they addressed everything and matt showed the other half of a lot of the conversations lex showed and put a lot of things into context. ( Imo both of their videos are really good responses, I've also watched so much of their content that I know they wouldn't make jokes about Daniel like that and that's the only thing that was their world vs someone else's) nickisnotgreen is besties with peethan who is currently dating lexupdog. Nick was like the first commentary channel to make a video about the whole supermega/ lex situation, and the video he made was VERY biased. He didn't show any proof of anything he was saying, he continued to bring up things that had no proof to back them up/ had been disproven and all around it just seemed like him and his friends wanted to make supermega look bad. his first video is literally titled "supermega is full of terrible people" and lex and Ethan had a stream where they watched supermegas sub count go down. Nick used his friend lex talking about her sexual assault to make a hate video on supermega. He also refused to take any sort of criticism on it, and called the few commentary channels talking about him red pill reddit losers, posted multiple stories talking shit ab fans who still supported supermega and privated his twitter. I know a lot of people don't like him but tomdarks video about everything is really good! (The original, idk if he's made another, I haven't seen it) I think I hit most of the main points, I'm trying not to make it too long but I could talk about supermega all day lol
#are nickisnotgreen fans on tumblr? i feel like the hate i was getting before was from ex supermega fans#but this is so interesting cause i feel like if ur looking up a youtuber on Tumblr u already feel not normal about them#long post#supermega
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if you would like, could you share a fun fact or something interesting about one of your already-written stories and one about a wip?☺️
Wow ok this got a little long sorry lol. Putting it under a cut. Thank you for asking!!
"You okay miss?"
Fun fact: it's been 8 months and I'm still overthinking these lines from Two Body Problem.
She vaguely registers a voice, an odd wavering quality to it as if she's listening from under water. A hand drops onto her shoulder and she strikes out, unthinking, her fist colliding with the bony point of someone's elbow as she shoots to her feet.
"Get off! Don't touch me!"
"Whoa, hey, lady, I'm just trying to help," the guy says, hands raised in surrender. He's uninjured, thank the Spirits, and she turns her back toward him–but not before noticing how he squints in suspicion.
So on one hand, Korra's been bending since she was a baby, so wouldn't it make more sense for her to instinctively strike out with an element, rather than a bare fist?
But on the other hand, her relationship to bending has changed a lot by this point in the story. She doesn't want people knowing she's the Avatar, so bending anything other than earth would've been a dead giveaway. And not only is she no longer finding joy in bending like she used to, she's actively using to hurt herself
Back to the first hand. If she's using it to hurt herself, then bending at & injuring somebody who was just trying to help would've added another juicy layer to the self-loathing she was already dealing with, and would've said something about the ways we sometimes unintentionally hurt others when we're in pain ourselves.
Back to hand number two. Within the scope of the fic, that extra layer of self-loathing felt like too much to tackle, especially since I was trying to skate so close to canon and was (still am. tbh.) so inexperienced as a writer. And at the end of the day....I just didn't want her to have to carry that weight on top of everything else.
In conclusion, I need to turn my brain off and smoke a big fat blunt. It is what it is, the fic is done, it's posted, Korra punched a guy's arm instead of frying him, and I just have to live with not knowing whether or not that bothered readers lmao.
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Let's talk about a wip!!! So I think....and I'm not sure because—as the above paragraphs so nicely illustrate—I'm terrible at making decisions, but I THINK...Vibrator Fic will be my first one written solely from Asami's POV? We'll see. Originally I wanted to do an alternating POV thing similar to Two Body Problem, but it's been feeling kind of clunky and disjointed. And I think Asami deserves a turn😌
I'm also waiting for a new OC to make herself known to me, hilarious as it would be for Ming to suddenly start working at Future Industries....she WOULD kill it as like a car crash safety tester actually now that I think of it...hmm. Maybe I just do whatever the fuck I want.
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Kai head cannons
Enjoy my trash opinions
Kai is the shortest ninja. You can pull this hc from my cold dead hands.
•my hight chart goes from shortest to tallest Kai, jay, Lloyd, nya, zane, Cole.
•jay is two inches taller than Kai, kai hates that.
•Lloyd and nya are taller than Kai but that will not stop this man from being over protective.
Kai is a skinny legend.
•Manly because when he was a kid he would eat less food so nya could eat more.
•this has developed into a bad habit
•most of the time the rest of the ninja have to force him to eat more. For example putting stuff on Kai’s plate so he has to eat it because he doesn’t like wasting food.
He has eyebags Deeper than the endless sea
•this man has insomnia
•he is also an incredibly light sleeper. The tiniest noise will wake him up.
•he actually has passed out because of lack of sleep before.
•after the fifth time he passed out wu forced him to get sleeping pills
•they only helped a little.
Kai is Asian with a bit of whiteness
•I hc ray as Asian and maya as white
•since both of his parents have black hair. Kai got his brown from mayas dad.
•maya always says that Kai looks a lot like her dad
He has an alcohol issue
•he’s an alcoholic
•this started in the red shogun era
•the rest of the ninja became aware of the problem during the tournament of elements
•after the tournament kai attempted to stop drinking so he could support Lloyd cuz he had just lost his dad
•he keeps this up for like 2 months but then morro comes barging in like the unhelpful but hole he is (I’m still not over oncler morro you heathens have ruined Morro for me) and Kai slips up and starts drinking again due to the stress of loosing Lloyd and multiple failures to get him back
•after possession he keeps sober mostly with small blips of drunkenness
•up until the whole my parents might be evil thing
•this part has to do with my season 7 rewrite so I’m not going to go into much detail (manly because the rewrite isn’t ready yet) but he does have a slip up
•after HoT he’s back to having blips but mostly stays sober
•haven’t figured out what he does post season 10 so I’ll get back to that
His scar makes him semi blind
•his original scar was non blinding and was shallow
•he got that when he was being careless in the forge and a bunch of metal fell from a shelf and almost shanked him. He would have been impailed if nya hadn’t grabbed him and pulled him away. The only injury I got was a tiny scratch on his eye that healed quickly. By season 8 it’s disappeared completely.
•his other eye scare is worse. He got it when on a infiltration mission w/Lloyd in between seasons 7 & 8. They were infiltrating a human smuggling ring and lloyd being the terrible actor he is blew his cover. The ringleaders of the smuggling ring were about to kill Lloyd but Kai jumped in last minute and took the blow for Lloyd. The slash went all across his face and took out his eye, but it gave Lloyd the opportunity to fight back and get the both of them out of there. Kai was taken to a hospital and treated while jay and Cole finished taking down the ring. Lloyd really beat himself up after finding out that Kai was blind in one eye and really blamed himself for it. But Kai immediately said that he rather lose an eye than have Lloyd die. Afterword Kai got a sick glass eye and a scar that he says looks really cool.
Also just to say I am basing the alcoholism after a family member that I’ve heard stories about. I do not have first hand experience with alcoholism and if I’m misrepresenting this condition I am sorry.
That’s all the hcs I wanna share today so I might make a part two but who knows.
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Questions come from here
6 - Which character do you relate to the most?
13 - Are there any themes in Nimona that you especially like?
16 - Do you have any headcanons about how Ballister and Ambrosius met?
19 - How much time do you think passed between the cannon scene and the last scene of the movie?
22 - Do you have any headcanons that you'd like to share?
28 - What other media do you recommend for people who enjoyed Nimona?
44 - Is there anything about the movie that you liked better than the comic?
45 - Is there anything about the comic that you liked better than the movie?
51 - What are your favorite Nimona fanfic tropes to read and/or write?
57 - Have you made any fanworks for Nimona (fanfic, fanart, meta analysis, etc.)? Please self-promote and share your work!
Sorry if that's too many! Skip if you need to, and of course you could always answer more too.
Thank you so much for the ask! I love participating in these games so I appreciate all the questions
6 - Which character do you relate to the most?
In theory, it should be Ballister. He's my favorite character and I relate to being betrayed by loved ones. But in actuality, it is absolutely Ambrosius. The model minority and perfectionism themes just hit a bit too close to home.
13 - Are there any themes in Nimona that you especially like?
I really really liked how the movie approached classism and systematic injustice. These are usually very complex topics, so I was genuinely surprised at how well the managed to portray them.
16 - Do you have any headcanons about how Ballister and Ambrosius met?
My headcanon is that they met very boringly when Ballister joined and was introduced to Ambrosius’ class. This originates from a personal hot take where I think fiction (and thus fandom) puts too much weight on first meetings. Sometimes you meet the love of your life on a random Tuesday and you don't even realize it. There are things to cherish in the mundane, and sometimes you can only truly appreciate it years afterwards.
However, I will say that I think they had a slowburn friendship that gradually built over the years. I also see Ambrosius as the first one to develop a crush. He didn't say anything to Ballister tho, instead waiting for him to realize it on his own. This caused years of pining.
19 - How much time do you think passed between the cannon scene and the last scene of the movie?
It’s hard to say. I would guess anywhere between a month and a year. Todd’s broken arm makes it seem to be about a month. However, the finished infrastructure and increased travel makes me say minimum six months. If I were forced to write a post-cannon scene (heh), I would put it at about 3-4 months in. It gives enough time for the kingdom to recover a bit, but still leaves the politics in a bit of a shaky place, allowing for interesting stories. It also a gives a little time to learn about the outside and just starting to interact with the other civilizations out there.
22 - Do you have any headcanons that you'd like to share?
I mentioned a few previously. I will link a few below bc some people added some interesting discussions in the notes.
The Director intended for Ballister to die in the arena
All the knights are terrible detectives
Ambrosius and Ballister's class were little terrors
The Queen had a child and the Director was acting as regent
28 - What other media do you recommend for people who enjoyed Nimona?
oh dear I am very bad at recommending media.
well first of all, read the comic. It is very good and examines the story and themes in a different way.
also check out ND Stevenson’s other works. She-ra is also a favorite of mine
As another post pointed out, the Broken Earth Trilogy hits similar themes of social injustice, being othered by society, and tearing down broken systems. Fair warning tho, it is very much sadder and more violent.
44 - Is there anything about the movie that you liked better than the comic?
I already mentioned the themes of classism and systematic injustice, so I will add that I think Queen Valerin is awesome. Plus, I find it interesting to analyze her. Was she a perfect paragon who was trying to promote change until the system tore her down? What exactly was the nature of her relationship with Ballister? Did she see him as a son or more like a means to an end? Did she ever try to protect him from the media or better integrate him into the knights?
45 - Is there anything about the comic that you liked better than the movie?
I liked the general vibe of mystery and intrigue, especially around the myth of Gloreth. In the comic everything just feels a lot more mythical, which makes the reader more contemplative.
Not necessarily liked better (bc they are functionally two different tellings), but the dynamic between comic Ballister and Ambrosius is definitely more bitter and angsty. It's a nice contrast to the movie.
51 - What are your favorite Nimona fanfic tropes to read and/or write?
I actually have not read or written a lot of fanfic for the fandom.
Though I would absolutely love to see Ballister and Queen Valerin’s relationship explored in more detail. There's the inherit tragedy of that story.
I also like seeing interesting takes on Ballister, Ambrosius, and Nimona's dynamic. The fandom is kinda sold on them being a family, but I think they all have a really complicated and chaotic dynamic with each other. So it's nice to see works that explore how weird they are together (but still nonetheless care about one another).
57 - Have you made any fanworks for Nimona (fanfic, fanart, meta analysis, etc.)? Please self-promote and share your work!
So far I only have this one drabble.
I am also working on a longer one shot. Now that finals are over, I am really excited to start working on it again. I am also thinking of writing another one shot that mirror it thematically
That's all I have for now. Thanks again for the ask!
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Hello! I read almost all your spn fictions on AO3 and I really find them great. I was a little sad reading your post you're not going to write about spn, at least for a while... maybe the boys are quiet, now, as they live together, at last! Anyhow, I'd like to wish you every luck for your novel; I'm sure you will be successful, as your style is original, fluid and fascinating. In another post, you tell about your own writing, the way you went on and on writing, even when you were not satisfied. I find it very encouraging, as I want to write about the boys, too. I watched all seasons in a row in 2023, and they literally saved my life. I came across AO3 by chance and all the great spn fiction writers and was amazed and grateful and a bit disheartened, as I'm not that good... and English is not my first language. Anyway, I'd like to write what these two brothers meant for me, and I'd like to thank you for your words about writing: I think you were replying to someone's question. Anyhow, I'll keep an eye on your AO3 account... just in case the boys will talk to you again! 😆❤️
hello! I am so sorry I meant to answer this weeks ago. rough times around here
this is so insanely kind, thank you. I'm glad you've been so inspired by my work and other spn writers, there are really so many incredible people writing for this fandom.
and! your english is great! with writing, everyone has to start somewhere, and I always encourage people to read a ton, figure out what it is you like about the style of the writers you enjoy, and just keep writing. it's a muscle you flex. you get into a rhythm, find your voice, find verbs you like, things you like to focus on. for a long time (and even now, sometimes) I couldn't read anything I'd written even a few months earlier because I thought it was terrible, because I was continuously improving. I think that's something that a lot of writers go through. even writers you think are better than you weren't born good, you know?
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Left Behind But Not Forgotten ~ Colors, Chapter 9 (Kai Parker Fanfiction)
Hello, my dears :) Welcome to Chapter 9 of Colors, my Kai Parker Soulmate AU Fanfiction. This is NOT meant to be read as a standalone piece. Events of the story and even the universe it is set in vary greatly from the original show. If you haven’t yet, please read the Details post and previous chapters linked on this masterlist.
*not my gif
Word Count: 2,305
Pairing: witch!Kai X witch!Reader (soulmates)
I don’t like writing with Y/N in the place of character names, but this IS a reader insert fanfiction. I use Rosalie Wilson as a placeholder. Use Rose/Rosalie as a substitution for Y/N.
Warnings: This chapter may only be suited for mature audiences.
This next chapter takes place a few months after the end of chapter 8 (and seven months from the start of the story). Hope you enjoy it! :)
The music was loud and obnoxious. There were red plastic cups littered about the first floor of the Salvatore Mansion. It was the end-of-the-school-year celebration; Rosalie, Elena, Bonnie, and Caroline had just finished their third year at Whitmore successfully.
Rose stood in the corner, waiting for Kai to come back with a drink for them both. Unfortunately, Damon found her. She’d been strictly avoiding him since he left her and swept Elena to safety seven months ago. Leaving her to presumably die was not a forgivable offense.
“So,” Damon approached her awkwardly, simultaneously blocking any route for her escape. He missed Rosalie, but she was just as stubborn as him. “Whatcha think of the party?” Rose blinked in disbelief. What a groundbreaking start. “Aren’t you just about two centuries too old for such parties?”
Damon sighed, knowing there was no smooth way to ask for her forgiveness except to just bite the bullet. “Rosalie, I’m so sorry. I know leaving you there with Kai was wrong, especially when we knew he was dangerous. I was betting on you being soulmates – I didn’t think he’d actually hurt you.” If that was meant to placate her, Damon was sorely mistaken.
“Right, I suppose gambling with my life to save Elena is excusable.” In Damon’s world, it really was. Rosalie knew that, too. They were all hard-wired to choose and protect their soulmates over anything and anyone.
From across the room, Kai wove a pathway between the drunk college students, taking great care to not spill the cocktails in his hands. He heard the end of the conversation as he got closer, remembering his own anger at Damon for just leaving Rose with someone as dangerous as him. “Rosalie, I-”
Malachai intercepted the conversation, handing Rose her drink and wrapping his free arm around her waist. “She heard you. From where I’m standing, that’s a terrible excuse.” With half his body so close to her, Kai felt her slight shudder. If it was a shudder of anger, hurt, or something else, he didn’t know.
Rosalie swallowed some of her pride, and though a great deal of her trust in Damon had been lost, she still cared for him. “I hear you, Damon. I… I’m just going to need more time before I can forgive you.”
Damon’s lips pressed together. That wasn’t what he wanted, but it would have to do for now. Nodding in acceptance, he let them be. Rosalie chugged down half of the drink in her hand, making Kai chuckle.
“Well, you’re officially a much bigger person than I am.” Rosalie laughed along with him. “I’m not. You just don’t give yourself enough credit for things.” Malachai hummed in response, setting his drink down to wrap both arms around her waist. “If you give me far too much and I give myself too little, I think it evens out.”
Rosalie fought off a frown, wishing he could see himself the way she saw him. Coming up into her toes, she gave him a short but sweet peck on his lips. “I’m going to find a way to make you believe in yourself.”
Kai smiled, but the glimmer in his eyes wasn’t there. “Rose, I love you. I don’t want you trying and hoping for something that will not happen.” She raised her brows, poking his cheek softly. “Challenge?”
Resting his forehead against hers with a small sigh, he nodded in agreement. “Alright then. Let’s see who wins.” The music was still annoyingly loud, and people were jumping around in every direction. Malachai and Rosalie just stood in the little corner, ducking out from the party after they’d made an appearance for a decent amount of time.
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With his hand in hers, Rosalie brought Malachai into her recreated childhood home. She learned to walk in this house. She spoke her first words in this house. This house had built her, and she had destroyed it. Every detail of the house had been made anew. As she looked at it now, Rosalie didn’t feel so heartbroken – not with Kai at her side.
Kai’s eyes flitted over the family Christmas pictures by the entrance, admiring the red and green sweaters while wistfully remembering the same photos of his own family. He wouldn’t admit it, but he kept those pictures with him wherever he went in the prison world. It was also too soon, but he thought about taking new family photos with Rosalie.
His cheeks colored, and it didn’t escape Rose’s attention. “What are youuuuu blushing about?” She poked his cheek playfully. Malachai shook his head away from the finger, refusing to answer. His adorable expression made her heart lighter. She’d never brought anyone here after the accident, but he was different. He had a right to everything that made her who she was, and this? This home defined her in all the ways one could be defined.
“Alright then, don’t tell me.” Rose took his hand and pulled him into the kitchen. Thinking they were going to make food, Kai began perusing through the fridge. No one had been here in weeks; naturally, the fridge was empty. Malachai looked back to Rosalie in confusion, only to find her kneeling by the kitchen sink and pulling out cleaning supplies from under the cabinet. He groaned in complaint, still a bit buzzed from the alcohol and not inclined to spend hours cleaning the house. “Can we at least use magic?”
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98 minutes, an extra-large pizza, and two showers later, Kai found himself spooning Rosalie. He nuzzled into her neck, leaving a tender kiss on her jaw. She squeezed his hand lovingly in return, sighing softly in contentment. They were both surprisingly awake, despite the long day. Cleaning was a lot more tolerable with someone else to do it with, and their slightly inebriated nature made it a lot of fun.
“What are you thinking about?” Rosalie needed something to fill the silence. His words always calmed her, whatever they were. “Well, to be perfectly honest, I’m thinking about you and I sneaking into the hot tub after hours.” As he spoke of the memory, Kai smiled brightly…
Kai had always been a rulebreaker, and he’d pulled Rose into it, too. The security was bleak, and it was well past 2 A.M. “Kai, where on earth are we going?”
“Shhh, you’ll see very soon.” Snapping his fingers, he stole her vision momentarily, making her stumble. “I’ve got you, don’t worry. We’re almost there.” The second Rosalie hit submit on her last term paper, he’d pulled her up from her desk, got her to change into her swimsuit, and finally revealed the surprise he’d been working on for weeks.
When her vision returned, Rose gasped in surprise. The hot tub in the apartment complex was surrounded by candles, the flames casting luminescent reflections on the bubbling water. Nearby was a plate with some delicious snacks, comforting and extravagant alike, and a chilled bucket with a bottle of Peach Moscato she adored. Kai wrapped his arms around her waist as she took in every bit of the scene, kissing her cheek lovingly. “Congratulations, darling. I’m so, so proud of you.”
Rose’s hand came up to rest on his cheek, bringing her lips to his. “I don’t even know what to say, Malachai. Thank you… thank you so much.” Kai only smiled, pecking her lips once more. “Anytime.”
Rosalie turned over in his arms, resting her hand on his face and holding him close. “I still can’t believe you did that for me. It was like something out of a movie.” Malachai rested her forehead against his, kissing her lips sweetly and pulling her even closer under the cozy comforter. “I’d do anything for you.”
Their kisses were always addictive, laced with something more than romance and attraction. Something more than love itself. It was the conjoining of two halves of a whole. When something is so fulfilling and complete, it’s impossible to give it up. When Rosalie’s lips brushed against Kai’s for the next uncountable instance that night, he didn’t have it in him to let her pull away.
Their mouths danced together. Their heartbeats synced to one rhythm. Their eyes were closed, absorbing every sensation, every little dip and curve of each other. Kai gingerly hoisted Rosalie atop him. His arms wrapped around her back, pressing her body to his without letting their kiss end. Rose almost whimpered into the kiss, nearly overwhelmed with how much she wanted him.
This was foreign to them both. Neither had been romantically involved with anyone else. They’d been waiting to make love to their soulmate and only their soulmate. Now that the moment was here, neither was afraid. This was it. Without any apprehension, they both knew it would be perfect.
“Rose…” Kai broke the kiss, shifting away just a fraction of an inch. “I want you. I want all of you.” His voice was mixed with labored breaths, his lips trailing along her jaw and neck, not willing to stop touching her. Rosalie’s eyes fluttered gently, lost in the feelings Malachai elicited in her. “You have me, love. You already have all of me.” Rose sat up, pulling Kai up with her. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and in the process of tugging his shirt from his body, she unknowingly shifted her hips against him. Malachai groaned, feeling himself harden and grow beneath her.
Rose was, surprisingly, quite the vixen. He’d always known there was a fire within her, but this was a fire that consumed him, too. He craved it badly, wanted it to burn him in the most delicious way possible. Kai removed her shirt, mirroring her anticipation. More and more of their bare flesh embraced the other’s, desperate to become one.
Becoming more and more impatient as his desires grew, Kai flipped them over, laying Rosalie beneath him, removing her leggings and panties off in one fell swoop. His left hand fumbled with his own shorts while the other trailed over the soft skin of her inner thighs, just an inch away from her eager sex. Rose trembled below him so enticingly, egging him on.
Two of his fingers slipped between her lower lips and inside her, warming her up to take his cock very soon. “God, you don’t know how much I’ve ached for you, baby.” Despite the pleasure at the strange new sensation coursing through her, Rose giggled a little. “Trust me, it’s been the same for me.” Hoisting herself up on her elbows, she crushed her mouth to his, their moans drowning together as her hand found his hardening cock. It wrapped around Kai’s length, stroking him teasingly.
Their tongues meshed together, and all conscious thought was gone now. Rosalie broke the kiss, leaning over and trying not to tremble as Kai’s fingers explored her while she grabbed the new box of condoms from the bedside table. Kai raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised. This truly had been on her mind just as much as his, and she’d prepared for it. Not looking away from his eyes, Rose slid the condom on his cock, loving the little moan he let out.
Kai kissed her again, slipping his fingers out from inside her dripping pussy. He laid her down, more gently this time. The atmosphere in the room had changed. There was still passion and need and desire, but it was enveloped in something more: adoration. Malachai loved Rosalie, and Rosalie loved Malachai. Nothing else mattered.
With a steady slowness, Malachai aligned his sex with hers, penetrating her with care. She winced noticeably, and he peppered kisses of apology all over her neck. This was pure pleasure for him, unlike anything he’d known. “I’m here, Rosalie. I love you so fucking much. You have all of me.” Kai was not the one claiming her; they were claiming each other, their souls forever brandished with a mark unique to them.
More and more tender moments passed. Their lovely sounds of ecstasy were muted by their incessant kisses, stopping for nothing and no one. She was his and he was hers: now and forever.
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One week later, Malachai woke in an empty bed. His arms and the other pillow were cold, telling him that Rosalie had gotten up long ago. The mahogany clock on the wall read 7:43 AM. Where did she go this early? Kai shoved the blanket aside, slipping on the black sweatpants he’d discarded last night, and made his way downstairs. Rose was curled up on the couch under a light blue blanket. She’d dozed off again. A picture of her with her family lay beside her, near her fingertips as if she’d fallen asleep while holding onto it.
Kai looked upon her for a moment, kneeling by the couch and gingerly moving the picture frame away. Despite his best efforts, the movement woke her. He stood, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “Sorry love, didn’t mean to wake you.” Kai slipped behind her, pulling Rose into his lap and wrapping the blanket around them both. She didn’t say anything, just silently snuggling into him. He knew what she was thinking, even without her saying anything.
“You don’t have to say anything, but I need you to listen.” Rosalie nodded, nestling her head into his neck. He rested his cheek against the top of her head, holding her to him. “I know you still feel very guilty about your family. I also know you well enough to know that a part of you always will. But…” Kai moved away just briefly, shifting so he could look into her beautiful eyes. “Just because they’re not here right now doesn’t mean they’re not always with you. Maybe they’ve been left behind in the past, but they’re not forgotten. They never will be.
“They are alive in you.”
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That concludes Chapter 9 of Colors! Thank you so much for reading! I hope you enjoyed it as much as I loved writing it.
Note: I realize I didn't write the smut scene to completion (pun intended). This was because I believed sex between two soulmates was honestly something I couldn't do justice to. I imagine it to be so powerful and healing - I didn't think I could put it into words in the right way. Also, I didn't want to leave any smut warnings at the top because it would give away that their first time is in this chapter but I will include them from this point out (if applicable).
Chapter 10 is posted! Read it here.
Please feel free to send any thoughts/comments/constructive criticisms my way. I always welcome them!
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for the music ask game
sorry not sorry for the amount of questions lol
that is A Lot uh okay
3. Do you listen to more oldies or more current stuff?
honestly its probably mostly a fairly even mix, i like both old and more modern music
7. Would you wear a t-shirt of a band you're not into?
probably not? mostly because i'd rather have a shirt of a band i do like (PINKSHIFT i've wanted a pinkshift shirt for so long) and don't want to like. waste the shirt??? if that makes sense
8. Is there an artist or song that you like, despite being of a genre you don't usually like?
i don't think so?
12. Who’s the most obscure artist you listen to?
most obscure? uhhh at the moment most of what i'm listening to is pretty popular tbh but that honestly just depends on what i can find. for my answer i'll say blussh though (uh fun fact at the end of one of their songs they go "X-O X-O, Blussh" and that is why i tag my posts #xoxo.monty)
13. Who’s the most popular/mainstream artist you listen to?
fall out boy almost definitely
22. What’s your favorite song or album from the year you were born?
(i am sticking to my principle of Not Sharing My Age Online so i'm gonna go with an album that was released in any january instead )
transgender dysphoria blues <33
27. Do you enjoy making playlists? If so, are there any you’re proud of and would like to share?
oh i love making playlists i have one for each month and many other playlists too its very fun uhhh as for ones im especially proud of .... uh none that i can think of but you can have my july 2023 playlist though i like that one
30. Songs you love to sing along to:
basically anything by mcr or pinkshift or fob and a large portion of songs by against me!
34. Your favorite song in your native language (if it isn’t English) OR in your second language (if English is your first):
oh god im terrible for this. i mean i dont really have a second language but im learning french in school so i'll count that. anyway yes pretty much everything i listen to is in english but i'll be very basic and just say alors on danse
35. A song you like in a language you don’t speak:
aaaag fuck i cant think of anything. do i get a pass
37. If you could travel in time and go to a concert of an artist who’s no longer alive or a band that’s no longer together, who would you choose?
queen probably
43. Do you enjoy musicals? If so, what’s your favorite?
i've never seen one irl but heathers? maybe?
48. Who’s an artist you think it’s criminally underrated and deserves more recognition?
pinkshift is fairly popular already i think but. they should be More So
49. Is there a cover you like more than the original version?
oh heaps but uh probably the teenage joans' cover of call me maybe
53. Is there a song you hated the first time you listened to but then loved after listening to it more times?
no? i don't think so at least?
59. Do you listen to music when it's raining or do you stop to hear the sound of the rain?
depends how i'm feeling tbh.
63. Do you prefer live recordings or studio recordings?
studio recordings
thanks for the ask moon <33
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ok so I have managed to lose the original fic ask game post that @wishthefish tagged me in a couple of weeks ago bUT I did save this screenshot so I will just randomly talk about these fics for a bit (I am always happy to talk about my fics for a bit, this is an open invitation) SO
I know I've been through the wars
This is part of the greater Xuyao (yes Wen Xu and Meng Yao, no I'm not sorry, they're immensely shippable if you're not a coward) 'choose your own adventure' verse where I basically lose my mind and create diverging timelines in almost all of which Meng Yao suffers terribly bc Meng Yao whump is weirdly easy to write
The cyoa thread for this is 'Wen Xu dies as in canon and Wen Chao decides he wants Meng Yao for himself' -> 'Wen Chao dies as in canon, WRH continues to let everyone else abuse MY' -> 'NMJ conceals the way MY has been treated so no one knows'
All the titles from the greater Xuyao cyao fic come from the The Amazing Devil song "Battle Cries", which I chose mostly because there was a cool lyric for the first fic back when it was supposed to be a one-shot, but also loads of the lyrics from the song work really well
I picked "I know I've been through the wars" for this chapter because unlike in the alternate branch of this fic where everyone finds out, only MY (and NMJ, to a certain extent) have any idea of what exactly MY has been through. Which is good because his trauma isn't being gossiped about! But is also Bad because people who him to be happy (people = LXC) keep accidentally making things worse :3
which then my few beloved commenters were like 'this is so evil!' and i was like 'it's not even that bad' and they were like 'YES it IS', but angst is my default at this point for some reason so I didn't notice oops
At the end MY runs away from the banquet to hide. There's currently one sequel branch for this (NMJ goes to find him and is actually helpful for once (this is largely NHS' fault)). I have some plans for another branch (LXC goes to find him and continues to try to help without knowing the problem) but the way my brain was taking it was almost Too Dark for me so I haven't written it (yet). I might. Or I might be nice to MY for once and have LXC go and actually find out the problem. But then I'd be being nice so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
If it takes fighting a war for us to meet, it will have been worth it
This is. Nie Mingjue/Jin Zixun. I am sorry about this one
So when I wrote the first Xuyao installment I really wanted to write but my brain wasn't clicking so I put the sunshot generation into a random name picker, spun it a bunch of times, and decided Meng Yao and Wen Xu would be interesting (it was going to just be a creepy dark fic and then I wrote like three sentences and went oh. it's a love story. oops)
ANYWAY a few months later when I was bored I spun the wheel a bunch more times so now I have a Selection of rare pairs for whenever I feel like it
Mingxun was Not the one I was going to write first but here we are
Basically my initial thoughts were "jin zixun gets bullied into going to war by his cousin and then gets his gay awakening when he gets shouted at my nie mingjue" and yeah I guess that Happened
The title is a lyric from "Helpless" from Hamilton and was @nemainofthewater's fault/idea, which I thank her sincerely for because I hate titling things. I also think it's really funny
This was SUPPOSED to be a short crack one-shot but then wishthefish bullied/persuaded/encouraged to write more and it's annoyingly fun so now there are at least three chapters with the potential of more
Takes place within a mixture of show and book canons, whichever is funnier at any given moment
Really, if Jin Zixun is too busy being distracted by da-ge then no one is causing problems at the hunt and no one is getting murdered by out of control Wen Ning so like. This could very much solve all the problems
#my writing#fic asks#there's no xuyao update this week because I'm visiting my family but I hope you will accept this humble alternative#this is an open invitation for anyone to send me asks/messages/tags asking about fics/ships/fandom stuff!
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ASDFDSADF I am sorry for showing up uninvited but oh my god that other asks speaks to me! I joined Eruri fandom in January and the whole "you are a fake Eruri if you love Levi more than Erwin" thing (someone posted several screenshots of Eruri shippers and blamed them for liking Levi more????) happened back in the first or second day of February so I was pretty new to Eruri and its fandom and it ruined my entire vibe because I'm not interested in fandom dramas I just want calm and nice fandom interactions. You probably understand me considering how I have never seen you involved in any shipping or fandom drama. Anyway, that really made me feel :/ about this ship and 2-3 days later I saw someone mocking OC shippers and L*vihan shippers "oh he's a gay man he'd not fuck you you can't call yourself a Levi stan if you don't ship him with Erwin" and I was only a baby Eruri, only for a month and I thought no matter how amazing the ship is the fandom was terrible but luckily I saw how the fandom reacted to that first tweet they were all joking about how they are fake eruris for random reasons and thank god I stayed around to see that because for me honestly Eruri is the best ship ever and I really enjoy all the fan arts and fanfics but that tweet still haunts me SDFGdsadf some people need to realize that Erwin's position didn't allow him to get close to anyone else and his deepest bond was with Levi so a huuuuge majority of Erwin stans ship Eruri while Levi is extremely popular especially in Japan and he interacts with other characters more and he's "shipping shaped"/perfect for shipping so I think his stans are often multishippers and that's why it seems like Eruri is an Erwin ship to that other person, there is no consipracy theory or anything, it's simple as that. I know some Eruri fans pick fights or argue with other Levi ships but my experience after that tweet was very calm and wholesome, I think it's because Eruri is a mature ship? Most Eruri shippers I see are adults.
(Sorry if I sent this twice I am drunkish but I got excited because lol that was my first Eruri drama and I never saw anyone else mention it before)
love your blog by the way lots of love <3
Ooh....right! This is actually starting to ring a bell now! I do remember seeing people posting the most hilarious shit about being fake Eruris, but I missed the original tweets that caused the whole drama in the first place. This is invariably what happens, I miss the actual drama and end up catching the tail end of the fall out which leaves me completely confused. Literally me when there is drama on the timeline 😂
Fandom, by its nature, attracts people who tend to be...a little obsessive (to put it mildly) and no fandom is immune to drama, no matter how old or supposedly mature the fans are. The Eruri fandom is no exception. However I do think that with an older fanbase there is a better chance that drama will be viewed more dimly and shut down more rapidly when it inevitably arises. This is a case in point. I have no idea if anyone took the original posts serious or not (I hope not) but the fandom was pretty quick to turn the whole thing into a joke and pour ridicule on the idea that you were a "fake Eruri" if blah blah blah.
Anyway, I'm so glad you didn't let this nonsense put you off the Eruri fandom Anon and I'm glad you stuck around to enjoy all the amazing fic and art that we've been blessed with over the years.
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@amplifyme Moving this to a new post because while I’m happy to continue talking at length about this, it’s not my post and Idk how many notifs @iwtbscully wants on the og post lol
First, I wanna say I’m sorry that it was so full of disappointment for you. I know what it’s like to have characters temporarily written off and the somehow actual mourning that comes with that. I know what it’s like to have shows go in bad directions, reboots and remakes really fucking with what you liked, sequels and continuations reconning aspects of the original source material that you love--it all sucks ass, and not in a fun way.
That’s gotta be so hard, especially as it’s airing. I have the luxury to watch this as fast or as slow as I please, and jumping around doesn’t mean weeks or months of waiting--it’s instantaneous. While I don’t like spoilers and strive to have blind watches of everything--a 30-year old show is just impossible to avoid spoilers for. Especially one so culturally-relevant that I knew plenty before the internet was anything resembling what it is now. It was on tv, on magazines, on posters, it was the hot couples costume--it was everywhere. My spoiling did not begin on Tumblr.
That being said, I’m kind of glad I’ve had some things spoiled because now I know a bit of what to expect. I am able to put the bar down low so that anything that isn’t terrible has a chance to clear it. Will it? Remains to be seen.
I’ll say this much for myself...the episodes where one or the other was alone, I preferred the episodes where Scully was alone. I feel like I’d be in a more similar position if the roles were reversed. Tons of episodes or half or more of a season without Scully I think would be really difficult to watch. Even episodes like 3 or Zero Sum I spent a distracting amount of time sad about her absence. I’m sure that’s gotta be really distracting for this stretch without Mulder too.
Now, I feel like I should clarify cause it may not seem like it, as I love to bully him, but I like Mulder a lot. lol I like both of them a ton! But where I flat-out just love Scully, no ifs ands or bees about it--so to speak--I relate a little too much to Mulder to not have some complicated feelings about him. Sometimes it’s a little too much self-reflection through the blorbo or whatever phrase people have coined for the experience. lol
So, so far the thing that’s been the hardest with these eps is just Scully having a rough time rather than Mulder’s absence. Both are rough, but one is way more endurable for me than the other. I know Scully’s in for some rough times, with Mulder’s absence not being the end of her troubles, so we’ll see if I’m as on board the angst train or if it’s just a miserable time haha
Either way, the show just isn’t the same without them both there, so I’m separating this period of the show in my mind from the rest until I’ve seen enough for a solid opinion.
I see I’m now in for a MOW stretch with Scully and Doggett, so we’ll see what’s what as I move forward.
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This is Me. No, Seriously. And some thoughts:
First off, I am truly sorry for leaving without a word. I hope this post sort of clarifies a few things about why I had this sudden amazing urge to delete everything and walk off. The short version is, I'm surprisingly not doing okay.
Yes, this is me. Mads. You can put down your magnifying glasses now! I deactivated my account and went limbo for a week, succumbed to outside pressures and such and just couldn't help it. It was one of those days where I'd reached a point, you know? Where I was like, "Okay. This is it. I'm walking away."
If you guys didn't know before, I am a writer! Yes, not only do I write fanfics, but I have a couple of original works too. And I also have terrible anxiety. A few days ago, there was this happening in the fandom and things were said and I heavily regretted my words. I had this horrible feeling that I pissed off a ton of people and on the internet, it is very easy to drive someone mad. There's always going to be happy people and not so happy people and I should've definitely considered that before talking and sharing some possibly hurtful opinions.
But that isn't the reason! The main reason is, I'm just not doing okay! There's so much uncertainty in my life and though writing and art and all these things gave me some clarity, I always had this sickening doubt that it wasn't going to last very long. And struggling with quite a load of "hard times" shall we say, I just couldn't take it any longer. My mental health was literally down the drain and I no longer found happiness in doing what I want to do.
And when you're driven to the brink of insanity, to the point where you'd delete your works (the hours and effort put into them) and it is just reduced to ashes within a matter of seconds, it becomes somewhat of a serious problem. I've always struggled with work and have a bad case of self-sabotage, IRL and in the internet. But the damages are worse in real life and academics and health take a huge toll. I wasn't doing okay at all for a couple of months and I just assumed this would be a "kill switch". To have a fresh start and restart from checkpoint or something like that.
But I couldn't do that. Not when I'd done a bunch of stuff. It took me a fair amount of time; a week to kind of process what happened. And I know it is just a "silly little internet blog" and a couple of fanfics, but this and many other instances has set this precedent where I just want to crawl into a hole, cry as much as I could and wake up to this fresh day where I can try again. I couldn't do that for two reasons:
My effort and time that have gone into writing things.
The good people here that need no introduction.
So yes. I'm not doing okay lol. I just assumed I could just push through it, but I just couldn't. Things were becoming a lot more difficult. I couldn't think. I couldn't sleep properly. And worst of all, I'd just sabotaged myself once again because I assumed either I wasn't "deserving" of it or I felt like I've done something wrong. Like this sickening feeling, you know?
I'm pretty sure I've pissed off a lot of people and I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you! I promise. I'm trying to get better at understanding what I want, trying to better myself back at home. But it is a hard change to process. You wouldn't know the severity of your actions until way later. And yet at this moment, I have the same sickening feeling.
Now I won't go into very detailed reasons, because mental health talks can be quite sensitive and I really don't want to go into that conversation right now. My intention is not to "grab people's attention" or "stir up drama" and just offer an explanation as to why I'm not doing well and why I don't think I'll be very well. Plus, it is a personal subject and it is really not appropriate to you for me to drag anyone into this.
Who am I?
An absolute clown who deleted all her blog, her fanfictions and left and now has come crawling back because she clearly knows fanfictions are her only form of catharsis and is now knee-deep in a sea of thoughts (and not the good kind!)
Whew. That was a long sentence!
What happened to my works?
I didn't just delete my Tumblr blog, but I deleted all of my backups. Yes. I really went that insane XD! Google Drive, Docs, Canva edits, everything is at present, permanently deleted. And I mean, completely erased. Yes, I did delete them. Please put down your "MADS ARE YOU INSANE?!" comments because I am very aware of that!
I hope I can salvage some of my works through people's reblogs by stalking them lol, but I don't think it'd bear fruit. Mostly because Tumblr has this annoying "keep reading" thing where if you want to access the original post, you have to visit their blog and my blog is.. well.. deleted. So.. there.
Will I rewrite them from scratch?
I remember all of their premises and titles, but let's be real, my memory's pretty crap. I don't know, honestly. Maybe I'll rewrite the ones I really enjoyed and avoid putting pressure on this whole thing. I wanted fanfic to be a chill sort of experience; talking, reading, goofing off, but my brain had other plans.
Damn you, cerebrum!
Am I coming back from the dead? When will I keep writing again?
I'm gonna have to pace myself for sure. It'll happen when it happens.
Writing's a nice hobby for me, so I think it'd be a while before I quit it completely.
Am I going to be okay?
Yes. I'll be fine. I really don't want to draw people's attention to this very rant-y sensitive-y, ooey gooey feelingsy post , so I'm going to be disabling the reblogs. Honestly my mental health kind of sucks lately and I haven't sought out help. (I'm really heading for disaster, aren't I?)
But I am getting slowly better at the "think before you act" thing. I hope this doesn't happen again and I don't just go away. I'm kind of glad that my brain came to its senses and told me to knock it off. But the chances are, it is not going to be a permanent change. I'll try my best at being a good person, I suppose and not drag everyone into my messes! I'll also try to talk about things, assess them and maybe take better care of my health and not try to sabotage myself? I dunno. That's like asking a cheetah to stop running so fast.
But I'll pace myself in this regard. I know, fandoms are not something to get all worked up over, but it is real life at play here. My hobbies, academics, interests and others are just really unfortunate to be earning the short end of the stick.
Am I going to try and recover my works?
Maybe. I am not proud of them, but I do plan on trying to retrieve some of them. I love the process of it more than the finished product, so I really want to try and salvage some of them to calm my head into thinking I made a proper, wise decision for once.
You can't expect everyone to root for you, because you have to root for yourself.. at the very root of the problem (Ha!).
Is everything okay for me?
Yes. Okay.
I am truly sorry. I know this stupid explanation probably doesn't make sense and there's tons of stuff out there and I'm just a sitting duck here lol. But I hope for good things.
Things are.. hard at home to say the least. Fandoms and real life cannot mix. They're immiscible. Like oil and water, because things will soon get ugly.. which lead to big Apology Posts at 3 in the morning, like these. I'll try to handle things better and not let it affect my work and interests, but it is just hard. So freaking difficult. :( It's like, I can't even get out of bed these days. It is probably the deepest slump I've ever hit. And "slump" is too short of a word and too shallow of an estimate.
Once again, I am so sorry for this absence and this sudden disappearance. I promise I won't pull off another Bilbo Baggins, put on my One Ring and disappear again. I want to be honest and I hope this Apology Post suffices.
Don't be like me lol! I'm being serious! Please love what you do. It is heavily important. And it doesn't matter if you're writing cheesy romance or literal witchcraft. Please let it make you happy, even for just a moment, because happiness is very fleeting; at least in my perspective. It isn't about fandoms or hate or anything. If you love what you do and hold the highest, silliest hopes possible, nothing can ever bring you down.
And please don't delete your blog and vanish off and come back later with this. It is not worth the pain! If you're struggling, please get help or chart your own course to feeling better. Please let it not get intense and horrible and bad (and no, I'm not preaching or anything. I'm just echoing the words many people have already said before, with hope that nobody has to go through any of this or feel unwelcome or feel this need to delete and restart, because it isn't worth it at all.)
I hope you have a good day! See you! :)
#mads rants about pointless things because she's run out of content to write and is now resorting to shameless venting!#wahoo!
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oh i love you for rbing hee angsts for me even though they leave a huge impact— yours specifically, for some reason ( im saying this again, vie, drop the secrets ) AND NO IT WASN'T JUST 'OH POOR BOY' FIC i mean maybe, yeah, sort of? but i was having a terrible terrible morning and my intention was to read a cute candle light dinner fic heeseung but who knew you had plans on lighting candles for the reader instead :/
AND THE LONG FIC. i am very intrigued actually, tell me more i think i'm ready to consume more of heeseung on the verge of insanity ( i think we're calling him that every time he's in your fic ) now that i've woken up from a power nap
no bc im trying to look at my fics and i can't find proper dialogue like where are the conversations?? my secret i think is just a crap ton streams of consciousness bye 🚶🚶reader and hee barely ever talk it's just like: here's what's happening in this poor little meow meow's heart and mind. have it, ty and goodbye!!
im sorry for catching you on a bad morning tho ngl ☹️☹️ but also pls 😭😭 that's so funny actually i only have two proper-ish hee fluffs and one's a blind date gone wrong but also right??? and another is just sleepy hee 🚶🚶
the longfic!! yes!! i deleted it and a bunch of others in my bout of fury and annoyance at my writing (more like lack of ability to write actual plot lmao) before i went on that two month writing hiatus so it's gone rip 🤭🤭 but it was something i'd been toying with for so so long like you know that one scene in fever of hee just tired and in bed?? it was inspired by that but instead of horny it was just sadness and sorrow lmao it's actually hilarious how that came to be the more i think about it
it was originally going to start off with that snippet i posted, which was the prologue and it would then spiral into these glimpses at his inability to wake up from this quiet and empty world he'd built for himself in your wake. lots of moments where i was showing him doing and feeling absolutely nothing for weeks on end and just the menial things yada yada and one day the 02z would try to unsuccessfully break his door down so they send a wellness check and whatnot and that's where his healing process began i guess.
it would be rocky and he'd constantly succumb back into his grief bc just like in "second death" he'd become so attached to reader that without them he just wasn't whole enough to function. it'd then go into flashbacks where i was showing everyone how up until then, he had only been living for you and only you. but the boys would take turns crashing at his place and taking him out to places and doing things that would slowly make him return to himself. god there was this one instance where they'd catch him dancing by himself in the candlelight and he was so out of himself that it honestly broke even my heart. they would realize that he kept seeing reader as if they were physically there as a means to cope and it was so heartbreaking i can't begin explaining it to you ugh
eventually the more he started to feel better and the less he started relying on drinking, the more sinister your ghost would become and there would be times where he'd wake up from a dream he had of something nice (other than you at long last) to your ghost just smiling eerily at him from beside his bed, telling him that he was starting to forget about you and how cruel that was of him and that was the first time the boys would ever hear him cry after your departure. the guilt would eat him up alive. logically he knows that you'd want him to be happy and move on but the part in his brain that's so self loathing just makes him see you everywhere so that he never ever forgets about you.
anyhow that's all i had written i think and revisiting it makes me SO want someone to write this out for me 😞😞
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