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fatalitysficbakery · 8 months

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hey bae, idrk how to request stuff its been a long time since i have !

but i was wondering if i could request an elle greenaway x reader where they supposedly ‘hate’ each other at work but theyre actually dating and they act like that to avoid suspicion and elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa)

or if thats too detailed idk,, just the last bit, ‘elle gets caught in a like shooter thing and then she gets back safely (based on that b99 episode w rosa’

idk if this makes sense i wqs daydreaming abt it in the car earlier and i am so sleep deprived rn idek if im making words right

so sorry for how long this is i love the elle fic u posted 07.10 !! im sleel now im fallimg aslepp

𓆰♡︎𓆪 What Goes On In The Dark. —

Elle Greenaway x Black Fem!Y/n

genre: angst/fluff.

warnings: hostage situation, mentions of violence, blood, and shot wounds. JJ is a profiler here. Liaison!Y/n, grief, mentions of suicide, gun violence, nothing too graphic.

synopsis: i’ll love you till the very end, amor.

a/n: i hope you enjoy my take on this request, lovely!

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↳ ❝Don’t let last words be ones to regret.❞⁣ -Unknown

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Quantico, The Behavioral Analysis Unit was always my goal from the very start, I'd walked into the double doors of the place on my first day bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, all the whilst every horror imaginable lay beneath.

There was a lot to dislike about the place, the bureaucracy the most damning flaw of all, It was a tangled mess that the agents had to deal with, to remember why you're there was to do your job well.

Elle Greenaway and I were alike in that way, we wanted to help the world be a safer place, I remember our first meeting, she'd welcomed me to hell. Her piercing brown eyes stared me down, scanning me as if she could see right through to my soul.

The blush that kissed my skin that day was embarrassing and exciting all at once. She'd find ways to talk to me, excuses to come to my office. The new liaison. I'd let the team know my doors were open at any point in time, and God did she ever abuse it. Suddenly pencils regularly disappeared from her desk. Could she use one of mine? Did I have a stapler? Hers was empty.

It was...flattering.

I couldn't lie, the agent had piqued my interest from the start. A smooth talker with a quick tongue. Clever. Amazing at her job. Just my type, you could consider me charmed from day one. She had me in the palm of her hand.

From there it was inevitable, I was hers.

Again, the ladder of the BAU was a tough one to work around, the night we finally hooked up, it was under the guise of me not having a ride home from work. My car was in the shop...The same one that was parked just in the garage parking lot, furthest space away from the other's eyes.

That night, staring into puddles of hazel brown, brunette locks tickling my skin; I knew I'd developed an addiction, and god was it a euphoric one.

↳

When we made it official, Elle gave me a locket, heart pendant with a picture of us in it. We'd agreed to keep it on the down low until we knew how to break it to Strauss and the rest.

That's when Operation: Become The Enemy started. Pretend to be absolutely revolted by one another at work, disappear into our own little world when alone.

It was a riot trying to pretend I hated the woman, hell, she drove me insane in all the best ways. She was my drug.

God, was she ever.

Being snapped back to reality tends to ruin all fantasies.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The BAU was my dream. My goal from the start. I wanted to be here, I wanted to be here.

My chest felt tight, my every limb aching the moment Hotch cleared it. Allowed her to go inside. Why did it have to her? Why did she have to be the hero?

It's our job, I know. I repeated that to myself so many fucking times whilst watching her put on that damned bulletproof vest which did nothing to silence my worries. — Every other part of her became fair game.

My chest hurt, my breathing sped up. Everything blurred. Before long I was being escorted to my seat by a worried JJ, I couldn't even tell her the reason I was so upset. I felt myself drowning, sorrow encapsulated my entire being, paralyzing me with a fear I'd never felt in forever.

The fear of loss. Grief.

I couldn't believe it, the world was taking from me what happiness I had gotten back, and to make it all worse...

She'd probably thought I hated her.

POP. POP. POP.

"Was that a gunshot?! We're going in. NOW"!

It was at that moment, my sorrow melded into anger and determination. Hotch and Rossi, I could see a moment of doubt on their faces, but there was none in mine. I nodded at them, jaw set.

I could see relief wash over Aaron, I could hear Jennifer exhale.

I got geared up, muttering a quiet.

"We're going to get Elle".

⌫

12 hours ago.

I could feel her icy glare on me, but I couldn't look her way. I wouldn't. I was too prideful. Too stubborn. Too...hurt.

It all seems so stupid now in hindsight but then, then it felt so serious. End of the world serious.

She was still worried of exposing our relationship and what that would mean, fearful. I could see it in her eyes that she didn't wanna risk the chance of losing what we had, but I was tired. Too tired to look at it from a different perspective, to be rational. I wanted the world to know.

It'd been an almost full year of Elle and Y/n. Didn't that mean something to her?

Now that I think about it; It probably meant everything to her, and that's where her hesitance stemmed from. Maybe if I hadn't been so boneheaded...

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Elle walked into your office that day, two cups of coffee in hand and a to-go bag under her chin. It was early before most of the team had even arrived. She wanted to get there before it was time for another award-winning performance of pretending to hate the woman she loved the most.

The smile that greeted you was one of pure happiness, and it had only been met with a grimace of discomfort, and a problem waiting to be made. I mean, how dare she? Bring you coffee and scones while you prepped to present another harrowing case to the team with Garcia? How absolutely dare she?

When she saw the grimace on your face after sitting the coffee and scones down, her smile faded almost immediately. Knowing instantly what this would be about, the same conversation had been going on for a week and a half now that your one-year anniversary was quickly approaching.

"It's a little early, no? You usually don't come in so soon".

That was a lie, you both knew it but Elle also knew that was only the gateway to your next question. She sits before you, pulling up a chair.

"Y/n, pleas—"

"I don't wanna do it anymore, Elle. Can't we tell Strauss and them? Our anniversary is two weeks away, we've been going behind their backs for too long...I want them to know".

Elle sighs, you'd asked this so many times and the answer stayed the same. Her lips part to speak but it's stuck in her throat, it's dying there and in her silence you find disappointments. Your mouth fixes into a slight scowl.

"Well"?

Elle finally speaks, "You know why we can’t".

Her answer again left you dissatisfied, but this time instead of fighting it, you allow words you regret to slip through the cloud of emotions you were feeling. Before you know it, it's too late to take them back, Elle's face had already fallen, and your ego was too big to take it all back.

"Fine. Well, maybe we shouldn't even be doing this. I'm tired of being just two coworkers hooking up".

The words hang in the air, toxic and venomous. The fumes left a nasty stench. Elle notices you pull your bottom lip between your teeth as you often do when uncomfortable or nervous. Yet you speak not a word.

She stands, clearing her throat.

"Just two coworkers hooking up? That's what you think of our relationship? Wow".

And that, that was all she said. There was so much and nothing left to say, neither of you quite processed what had happened before she left your office on that sullen note.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

The case had gone from a simple familial kidnapping to not only the dad holding his daughter hostage but an entire library. My Elle had gone inside that place, her bravery had always inspired me, but today I couldn't help but have a strong disdain for it. The way she was immediately ready to go. It was her nature. It was MY nature. The entirety of the BAU would've done the same, and all I could think was why it had to be here.

When we got in, it was already too late. James had shot Elle in the thigh, and his daughter in the arm, before he'd turned the gun on himself.

I'd rushed to her side, the first one there whilst the rest tended to the others. She was already grey, lips pale and blue and eyes barely opened.

From that moment, leaving her side wasn't an option, the only time I did so was when she was rolled away for surgery. The hours spent with her gone was just me sobbing uncontrollably in Penelope's arms.

I was no longer able to pretend, and I was hoping, praying to whatever God I could that she'd make it out of that surgery alive to be mad at me about that.

I could hear her voice telling me to pull myself together, I was being too obvious. I could see her soft smile vividly in my mind winking at me right after that.

It was touch and go, touch and go.

Finally, the doctor came to talk to us.

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I put the finishing touches on it, my heartbeat so loud I could hear it pumping. God, I was so nervous. I'd never done something like this before, I never thought I could be doing something like this before.

I'd rejected the idea of commitment, shunned it. The thought of long-term relationships terrified me. Maybe, maybe that was why it was so difficult to convince me.

I'd convinced myself it was because I wasn't ready for the big boy's club to have the spotlight on my relationship, it was bad enough their eyes were watching my every move at work, but my personal life?

And yeah, that was the reason for about 6 months, but I knew in my soul of souls that I wanted her. Solely her. I didn't care about bureaucracy that much, hell, I was the reason there were eyes on me after the shooting they'd watched me like a hawk.

But no, that wasn't the reason. It was my safety net. My excuse to mull over my own grievances with love and relationships. I could see the sadness wash over her face every time I'd say 'not now', and it broke me each time.

I just...wasn't ready. I wasn't ready to admit to myself that I was worthy and deserving of love. That a relationship could be healthy/

I was constantly watching my back, waiting for it all to fall so I could prove myself right. When it didn't...When I almost lost her to my own foolishness, it was the biggest wake-up call of my life. — Waking up in that hospital bed, I remember it vividly. Looking to my right to see a sea of ginger curls strewn about my bed, her soft snores filled my ears. She sat in the uncomfortable hospital chair with her head lying on my bed, and it was clear she hadn't gotten any sleep in days.

Later, I was told I'd been in a coma for three weeks.

In those three weeks, she'd never left my side until she had to shower, eat, or change. Morgan told me he'd arrive only to see her doing work beside me and Hotch was more than gracious enough to allow her to be with me.

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Her eyes opened, pained by the awful fluorescent lighting overhead, and as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting, she heard a familiar sound, those soft snores like music to her ears when she looked to her right and her suspicions were correct. You rest your head on your arms laid on the edge of her bed just next to her arm without the IV in it. You looked so peaceful, but she noticed how pale your usually cocoa skin looked.

She can't help but wonder how long you'd been there.

When she turns her head away from you, still scanning her surroundings, a soft British accent sounds out beside her rasp and sleep coating your vocals.

"Elle". You spoke so breathlessly as if you'd received the biggest surprise of your life. She took note of the way your eyes immediately welled up, apologies stumbling from your lips, "Baby, I'm so sorry I didn't mean—”

She'd shushed you, scooting over and patting a spot next to her. When you join her on the hospital bed that barely fits one let alone two, she kisses the top of your head, hand scratching and massaging through your soft ginger afro, she sighs and shakes her head, looking down at you.

"I know you didn't. Just sleep with me for right now, yeah"?

A tear slips from your eyes, you nuzzle gently into her side further, careful to not worsen any of her injuries.

"Yeah".

↳

I'd probably asked her to repeat what had almost happened to me a thousand times, something about hearing it was healing almost.

Though, she could make anything sound interesting with her voice like honeycomb. It was the one of the first things about her that’d caught my attention.

She knew how to make it real for me.

⌫

Elle lay in your arms, her head resting in your lap with your nails massaging her scalp. This wasn't the first time she'd asked you to retell the story, it was the fourth in a single week. You were happy to oblige, even if it hurt you to talk about seeing her almost die, You knew she needed this, and if it helped her in any way, you were glad to.

"The bullet hit a major artery. The doctor had come out to tell us of your death, I think my knees nearly buckled when I heard her starting to apologize".

She'd looked up at you, eyes and ears focusing solely on you like she hadn't heard the story a previous three times, she'd kissed the back of your hand gently when you had to stop for a moment to recollect yourself talking about how you'd thought you'd lost the love of your life.

Finally, you spoke again, eyes glossy.

"When she was about to call it, tell us her condolences, another of the surgical team ran out to tell her that there was a pulse, you could be saved. As soon as I heard the news, I did drop to my knees. I did. I thanked the stars that I'd get another chance to make it right, to tell you how much I loved you and regretted my words".

"You're doing so good, Beautiful", she'd whispered to you appreciatively, knowing how hard this was for you, It only made her love you that much more seeing the lengths you would go to to help her heal.

"It was touch and go for a few hours after that, you once again died on the table, three times. Finally, the doctor was about to give up until you got a steady pulse. They told us you fought like hell to get back to the team. But I couldn't help but think maybe..."

"It was. It was you, I don't remember much. I was talking to my father on the jet. Telling him all about the team, all about you. How I couldn't leave you just yet...Not on such a standstill".

Your breath caught in your throat at her words, you'd had your fair share of near-death experiences when working in SVU but you weren't sure you'd felt anything but coldness, a darkness. Elle had something to live for. She'd chosen to live for you.

"Y/n".

Your eyes shot to hers, she'd never really addressed you by your first name, only pet names she'd gifted you. So, when she'd said it, she'd gotten your full attention.

"Yea"?

"You were right...You were right, look, for a while" She sat up, moving to face you before continuing, "For a while it was about work, me wanting to continue lying. But, you were right. It wasn't just that".

Elle grabbed your hands in hers, her hazel eyes a vision of fall as she stared into yours, you knew the woman better than anyone, you could see this was hard for her; being vulnerable.

"I never thought of love as something that could be achieved in our field, not long term at least, and after about three failed relationships in, I stopped pursuing. I became terrified of commitment, and when you came along..."

"You got scared of the things you felt". You finished for her, sighing softly and pressing your forehead against hers, "Me too".

She nodded, "When I left your office thinking we were over, I realized my own cowardice. I knew I couldn't just lose you like that. I was gonna speak up and apologize. Talk it out. Anything. Until"

"Everything..." You whisper and cup her cheek in your hand, searching her eyes for that love, and when you see it. That same glint from first meeting, the side of your lips quirked up into a delicate smile, "I love you, Agent Greenaway".

"And I love you far more, Agent Y/ln".

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

I glance at the door anxiously, eyes shifting from that to the clock ticking slowly on the wall, and back. Putting this in the hands of someone other than my own was nerve-wracking, especially dealing with something this important.

Eventually, the door opens, and I'm almost allowed to breathe, but not yet. Not just yet. You're almost there Elle.

Entrusting this with Penelope Garcia of all people was the scariest part of all this, but she came through without spilling all, I admit. She smiles at me, giving a thumbs up. And I appreciate it, I do, but it's not any more comforting. Right now nothing could comfort me.

And then, I look to her.

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A vision of perfection stood before me, and as Garcia finally removed her blindfold, I could feel my face get hot, my heart pumping faster. She was stunning. We stare at each other in awe, I can feel my father whispering in my ear that I was making a good decision.

For so long I'd rejected the idea, and now it was something I was more sure of than anything else in my life.

"Come here, Mi Amor" I hear myself whisper, my voice caught in my throat as I prepared myself for the task ahead. She walks over to me with her hand still cupping her mouth in shock as she grasps what the box in my hand means.

When she's close enough, I get on one knee. The tears welling in my eyes a perfect match for the ones in her.

"You two argue like an old married couple". "They're still at it? Ugh, get a room".

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My voice shakes, I'd never proposed to anyone, let alone after only a year of dating.

"Y/n Y/ln, happy one-year anniversary. Where do I even start this? I know this is probably soon, but...If there's anything in this world I've ever been sure of, It'd be you. My hesitance with commitment almost lost me the most wonderful woman ever crafted. I'm tired of running. I'm tired of hiding...I want you. Forever. Will you do me the honor and marry m-"

Before I could get another word in, I felt her launch herself into my arms, her hold on me confirmed everything I already knew.

I couldn't let anyone else have her. She was too valuable to me. To this world.

"YES! Yes, I'd be so honoured to be your Mrs. Elle Greenaway"!

𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪𓆰♥︎𓆪𓆰♡︎𓆪

A/N: A bit of a trauma dump ahead, but I'm back after going through the death of my uncle only a week ago, having horrible PTSD and sickle cell kicking my ass. I hope this is to your liking, lovely! Sorry for the long wait ):

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allamericansbitch · 11 months

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even after everything I'm still worried about taylor. isn't that sick? she just seems like a completely different person but maybe we didn't know her at all. I'm a black/queer woman and seeing all this makes me physically ill but I'm still like....is she ok? whats going on in her head? I've been a fan of hers since I was?? 11?? 12?? I'm 22 now. a decade of my life I've loved and supported and been dissapointed and angry. this is the first time since i became a fan that im consdering unstanning and its so monumental. but i can't just. cut ties and say "well fuck her im moving on" it's all so insane the chokehold she still has on me bc I feel like I literally grew up with her. idek how to listen to her music moving forward or make edits. a part of me still wants to believe in the end people are good and they can learn and grow. maybe she'll look back at this years from now and say "what the hell was I thinking?" idk I hope so.

I'm just so immensely sad and angry and hurt but I still wanna love and forgive her bc ig thats what im used to.

I'm sorry this doesn't make sense i just needed to word vomit 😭 and thank for taking the time out of ur day to read and post these it means a lot. makes me feel less crazy and alone. I just wanna put us all in a really big group hug.

A huge group hug sounds amazing. A lot of people have been saying similar things, they can’t just leave and they feel terrible for not being able to do it, but there’s still a part of them that has a hope it’ll all be fixed. Also worrying about her isn’t sick at all, it’s obvious something’s going on and she did go through a breakup so we can only imagine she’s hurting in some way.

Having this kind of emotional safety net for a decade and then it suddenly not being under you can be insanely jarring, no shame in not being able to rip off the band-aid. There a huge difference in just not being able to let her fully go vs invalidating people hurt, saying it’s no big deal, or pretending like nothing happened. It’s very complex for any fan, but for you and I’m sure many, many others who are a part of the communities he’s hurt, it’s so layered and you should be allowed to have grace with how you deal with it. You’re not at all crazy or alone, we’re all in the same boat here ❤️.

#answered #maygrantgf

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inventedfangirling · 11 months

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will i ever get over the bad buddy rooftop kiss?

short answer : no

long answer : after 30 consecutive days where i watched at least 2 bad buddy episodes per day i had decided to take a break for today, and a few more days to refresh my brain. but the forces that be had other plans cos idek from where i saw a snippet of their rooftop convo and i had to go back and watch episode 5 3/4 and 4/4 again and to no one's surprise i keep finding more and more things to appreciate about that episode.

this post isn't to analyze anything from that episode as people far more intelligent, eloquent and observant than me have done before 100 times of before.

i just wanted to do a (in awe) rant of the episode 5 of bad buddy. a true masterclass in story telling, directing, acting and emoting and ofc how can i forget using music as a narrative tool, especially in the scene where pran performs the song and pat now listens to it in the full context of his own feelings and then the patpran wai scene and most importantly in the rooftop scene where the music plays such an important role in building and then maintaining that tension!!

it's such an excellent piece of work because i've watched this already 10 times at least and i literally discovered the show just a month ago. i already know how everything is going to end. i literally just rewatched ep 11 and 12 yesterday. i know its all building upto something far more happy than sad in the end. AND YET.

And yet my heart was in my throat, my eyes were glued to their faces and their micro expressions, i was still in awe at their performance, at the words exchanged both audible and not, and the music behind adding to the' edge of the seat clutching of pillow' experience then the kiss happens and im as shook as the day i saw it.

I genuinely cannot remember the last time or if ever i had an experience of rewatching a (romantic) scene and it's impact gets reinforced and amplified each time i watch it in the way the bad buddy rooftop scene has done it.

that too the fact that i haven't given my brain time to forget the sheen of it, the brilliance of it, the impact of it, the fact that the kiss is a microcosm of their whole story, but even without all of that, that kiss by itself was to say the very least life changing.

my brain hasn't forgotten any of that. i havent allowed it to forget. so then me watching it again so close should not be having this effect on it. and yet.

and i just know that if i hit the replay button again this very instant i will feel all of those emotions all over again. that just boggles my mind, cos what is the explanation for it. logically i should be not this into it each time i watch it. why is hedonistic adaptation not doing its thing? it really do be making no sense to me. i guess this is once again a testament to how great of a show it is, how even beyond all the ingredients we can point out, the actors, the director, the writing , music everything, there has to be some unexplainable magic involved. the kind of magic that i highly doubt can be replicated anywhere. the kinda magic that makes even evolutionary responses bend to its will. solid stuff. 12/10 would recommend.

#nanon and ohm deserve all the awards for just this scene alone #bad buddy #pran x pat #patpran #rooftop kiss #episode 5

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so2uv · 8 months

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you're tuning into the jj radio show.. here are some sort-of monthly roundups!!! (but kind of last months too its only been september for like 2 weeks). idk if any of them will be ur thing but i hope u like at least one out of the 10 i picked >_^

3005, childish gambino. god. this is just the song ever for me i cant explain why i love it so much i just DO. sol.. to be honest.. i'll right by ur side til 3005. ITS JSUT SOOOO.

追われてる, soul scream. INCREDIBLE!!! THIS IS REAL MUSIC!!! THIS IS CRAZYYYY. OWARETERU ❗ OWARETERU 💢 OWARETERUU 💥 like some people wouldnt even get it for real.

make luv, brent faiyaz. CRUSHING something in my hands right now. IDK HOW HE DOES ITTTT when he makes sth good he makes sth GOOD do u get me. i might explode.

100,000 - unfinished, jai paul. shoving this song into the hands of anyone who'll listen. every time i listen to this song i think the “And when you think you know what I know / A hundred thousand light years to go” near the end wont hit as hard because i've sort of built up a resistance to it and then it SHOOTS ME IN THE HEADDD. too good.

trick me, kelis. the tasty (2003) album gets me INSANE there is not a singular miss on there for me. and this song... oh its so bad rn. im obsessed with it. like im going crazy. Hepl!

1 thing, amerie. i hear this song and suddenly i can sing i can dance and i can walk in 6-inch heels! and also this isnt that relevant to the song but her hair on the touch album cover.. IT EATS IDEK

two moons, exo-k. you might've heard this before but if not IT NEEDS TO BE HEARDDDD this is literally one of my fave exo songs.

the 7th sense, nct u. you might've heard this too sorry 😓😓 BUT HOW CAN I NOT SUGGEST THIS LIKE ? changed my life forever. when mark lee said “uh, and that's a long-ass ride” i think some part of me just passed away. that IS a long ass ride. 1 thing mark lee's never gonna do is lie!!

taking what's not yours, tv girl. THIS SONG IS SO FUNNYYY. and also very good. BUT ITS SO PETTY LIKE STOP I GIGGLE EVERY TIME I LISTEN 😭 “Ooh, I still have your lighter / Ooh, I still have your book” LIKE HE SOUNDS SO ANNOYING LMFAOO

iii. telegraph ave, childish gambino. had to start and end w him!!! again HOW IS HE SO CRAZY LIKE THISSS. got me moving and floating and ascending and dying. its serious. i love it.

and thats it! like i said i hope u like at least 1 ☹️ THIS WAS FUN I RLY ENJOYED TYPING OUT MY SILLY LITTLE THOUGHTS.. but i will shut up now LOL. time for you to switch to a different station, because the jj radio show is over!! (LMAOO OK ROLEPLAY)

3005: not bad not bad! rap isn't my favourite genre but the lyricism is great and it's honestly really nice to listen to while staring out a window :DD

追われてる: the intro was funky in a good way! love the rhythm and it's catchy in a way that has me bobbing along to it.

make luv: not really my vibe but the chorus is enjoyable. smth id put on my fic writing playlist ngl 👍

100,000 - unfinished: THE SWITCH UP AT THE BEGINNING AYOOO??! from the heavy rap to sudden vocals then merging the two is so 😩😩 i love the vibes of it. “a hundred thousand light years to go” ‼️‼️‼️‼️ i love how the words are staggered; it’s jerky the speech but it works so well

trick me: again, the song itself isn't for me specifically but the lyricism is to die for. "freedom to us has always been a trick // freedom to you has always been who ever landed on your dick" LIKE HELLO??? YES I LOVE THIS audibly went "ooooh" when i heard it. the rap is amazing too

1 thing: ok the intro ok it's nice its nice. OOH THE VOCALS I LIKE THIS TBH it's so fun??! if i weren't hacking my lungs out id totally get up and dance very badly to this (pretend like im an edit or like part of a clip compilation or smth yes yes)

two moons: the beginning is very cool, i like the beat and the rapping! ok when it picks up around 0:59 and they start saying two moons and stuff 💥💥💥 honestly did not expect to like this as much as i actually do :00 added it to my main playlist too 😼😼

the 7th sense: "OPEN YOUR EYES" OMG I LOVE THE CHORUS like my eyes are open and im sat. I GET WHAT YOU MEAN WITH THE MARK LINE!!!! nah ok this is going on the main playlist bc yes.

taking what’s not yours: THIS??? SLAPS??? i don't listen to enough tv girl shit i should be- the beat is such a good walking song i will climb a mountain listening to this. “ooh, i still have your lighter // ooh, i still have your book // ooh i still have everything you bought, but you never took” this right here. makes me want to- *explodes*

iii. telegraph ave: OMG THE DROP thought this was going to be a slower song but. the shift. the switch up 😫

omg this was fun!! pls music recs are amazing i love getting them

#✉️. love letters !#— from: pb with a side of jj.

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Ok ANGIE MARKETS ROMANCE LESSON. Like get into comfy pajamas start kicking ur feet back and forth... angie markets romance lesson. So i know that the conceptt of the friend zone is kind of like heavily clowned on atp bc of guys who get into a friendship with a girl and go Oh noooo im in the friend zone booo why cant i get any pussy😡😡😡 but honestly IT IS REAKL in a sense... Like with friends especially best friends i feel like after a certain point in the friendship youre either crazy in love with them and totally screwed or if things continue as they are you could never see them that way ever. idek exactly when it is all i know is that its there. But also heavy emphasis on the if things continue as they are part cuz if ur the former and ur best friend is the latter thus putting you in that sort of friend zone genuinely the only way out of it is to just SNAP OUT somehow im not explaining well at all i sound like a girlboss tiktoker whos like If u dont snap him back for 3 hours on the dot u will make him obsessed with ur manifestation mind powers😈 but i swear i have a point. BC why do u think there are so many movies where someone gets in a life or death scenario or almost moves away or gets with someone else and THEN the love interest realizes they want them. i very strongly believe that everyone has at least a couple of people who if they really thought about them and their friendship they would fall for BC possibly the absolute crazy-insanest ive ever been was over one of my best friends who i knew i would never have feelings for like id thought about it and everything but i just knew it would never happen. until his birthday came up and i was writing him a rlly long letter thanking him for being my friend and talking abt how awesome he was in ways i had never rlly put into words even in my head Like i was writing "youre so this and that" and then i was like "wait actually he kind of IS so this and that..." and then i went crazy. Like i even went crayz on the paper i started word vomitting about every good quality he has cuz it was like a revelation i shouldve taken a picture of it so i could look at it and get grossed out. But im currently in that zone with him RN and i cant fake a life or death scenario or get a job offer in another country or get bitches or make him write me a letter and its just UGHHHHHHH. BC my hypothetical advice to anyone in this situation would probably be to distance yourself a little because lots of times people dont think about things they have until theyre gone Absence makes the heart grow fonder and all that. But its like why would i do that hes my friend i like talking to him. so its like Well. the romance lesson is dont be in my situation which is the moral of the whole blog

#angiemarkets.txt

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slytherinshua · 1 year

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this is regarding the funky writing game!! D && F && H && L && S && T !! :D you don’t have to answer them all but those were the ones i was the most curious abt 🫣 LOVE U MWAH

THANK YOU FOR ASKING AXE IM SO EXCITED TO ANSWER THESE KSDJFKSDF

D - "is there a song or playlist you associate with [insert fic]?"

okay okay I feel like I semi associate wildest dreams by Taylor Swift with infamous together... and that's because I listened to that song on repeat like LITERALLY ON REPEAT while in the car while writing a large portion of infamous together... and like its just such tae vibes so rly any tae fic but especially that one!!

F - "share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you've written and explain why you're proud of it"

“This is the best day of my life. Besides the wedding part. But this.” You gestured to the scenery that lay before you both as Taehyun continued to drive away from the old town.

“This automobile is so old. I’m surprised it could go as fast as it did back there.” Taehyun told you with a laugh.

“Of course it did. You fixed it. The one and only, Kang Taehyun.”

“I’m not ‘the one and only, Kang Taehyun’.”

“You’re my one and only Kang Taehyun.”

“You are so annoying with your pickup lines-”

“But you love them.” You teased.

“But I love them.” He glanced at you with a smile on his face before focusing back on the road.

idk smth about this scene in drive was rly satisfying to write like they're running away together but still flirting with each other and I just thought it was cute <33

H - "how would you describe your style?"

this is a hard one... like idek???? I feel like most of it is just me thinking of these complex settings (which is why I like AUs sm) and then just writing down the words that I think of. tbh idek if my writing is good or not 💀I just try my best ig. and like I've read a lot since I was little so that helps with knowing how to write like... better? idek im making no sense lmaooo

L - "how many times do you usually revise your fic/chapter before posting?"

it depends how long the fic sits rotting in my drafts. cause sometimes I write a fic in a day, and then the words just flow together so I do very little edited even I barely proof read 💀 but when its been in my drafts for a while and I've written like the beginning or smth before finishing it, I'll always re-read all of it and then re-write as much as I think is needed so it all makes sense and I can refresh my memory. Infamous together actually took a rly long time. It was originally supposed to be based on like that one halloween thing txt did where they all had spy code names. And Taehyun was "black card" and I was gonna use that as a big thing in the fic. But then I struggled with it for so long, and left it for m o n t h s. and then I finally found a way to finish it. But I actually erased everything I had written before and started completely fresh for that which sometimes happens.

S - "any fandom tropes you can't resist?"

hands down enemies to lover or rivals to lovers with taehyun. like I've written that... 3 times I think? (one of those no longer is published shhhh it was rly bad old writing) academic rivals slays so hard with him, any kind of mafia/secret agent slays as well. honestly I just eat it up every time I LOVE IT SM. also nurse trope. where like one of them is patching up the other sKSKSJDF OH MY GOD ITS SO GOOD THE TENSION CAN BE JUST SDJFSKNDFKSJDFHSKJ or when they're actually dating then its just super cute 😭 OH OH AND ANOTHER ONE IS KINDA WEIRD AND IDK WHY I LIKE IT SO MUCH.... but like. presumed dead?? like when one of them thinks the other is DEAD. but then they're not AND IDK I JUST THINK THE REUNION CAN BE CUTE. but im scared to attempt it and I don't come across it very often on Tumblr but I did a bit on wp.

T - "any fandom tropes you can't stand?"

hmmmm maybe like love triangle- I just rly hate that trope and I hate reading it, I hate writing it, I hate watching it in dramas. like everything. its just d e s p i s e. there are some others that are kinda obvious like unrequited love or smth similar but love triangle takes the cake.

hope these answers satisfied you axe!!! ily mwah!!!

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i-seeaspaceshipinthe-sky · 2 years

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I’m gonna need your review of s3 👀

have you watched it? because im gonna drop a ton of spoilers right there. :D

first of all, i love klaus, and im so glad he had lots of screen time this season, and it all looked somewhat... balanced? the writers didn't try THAT HARD to make this show funny anymore (yeah, there were some awful lines, but i can ignore them). this show is naturally funny its own way, no words needed.

sure thing, i was excited to see a "nice" reginald. also i think he wanted klaus to be the one to make a deal - come on, what villain wouldn't want an immortal sidekick? but it was klaus who tried to change reggie instead, despite being broken, addicted to reggie's sudden hostility, he sort of broke all of his plans. klaus seems so easy to manipulate, but at the same time he's incredibly strong and stubborn, and just being "nice" to him is not enough.

here we come to allison. i absolutely loved the idea of her character this season, and it was very interesting to know how far she can go to get what she lost. the scene of her rumoring herself is one of the best scenes. i wonder what her "universe reset" actually did, though.

the only purpose of stan as a character was to accidentally kill klaus, then evaporate and be never mentioned again. how nice :) also diego and lila randomly having a kid... idek, not necessary to me, just like all romantic relationship in this show. the only one that made sense to me was almond, and then maybe klave, but i think we can forget about crt dave at this point. it was nice 3 sec love story in s1, and now... they should either make them a confirmed couple or let klaus move on.

i really, really don't want this show to be romance-centered at any point. let it just be family action show.

i have MANY thoughts, but they all are about klaus/rob's incredible acting (and dancing skills haha)

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yuricocaine-hasleftthebuilding · 2 years

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Can you talk about what komaeda means for you? I really like how he just idk has never been done before as a character from the death game genre. Like hes not an architect of anything, is literally fucking doomed, NOBODY LIKES HIM, idk i really love all death game stuff and i feel like nobody has gotten close to making a character as cool since. Ouma was a sad attempt but what his fans fail to realize is that they are soooo different

i have to put this under a readmore bc i went insane

im soooo late to reply to this but like, exactly what u said LOL! i love him so much i think it's really fun to get soooo mad at a character and they're just like :shrug:. i think despite being a little bastard he's really sympathetic once u level up ur relationship and i've always loved how umm....the other characters in-game struggle to understand why he does what he does to the point that his actions and "fate" seems like a self-fulfilling prophecy, when really he just understands his talent and has given himself over to being like, almost a vessel for luck/unluck/whatever! he acts like he's some shell of a thing but he also has this layer of unrelenting love for everyone around him and i just wanna ARGGGHH grab him by the shoulders and. idek! cause his futures hopeless! i also like when he gets bitchy its cute. i also get rude anons sometimes bc more often than not i use she pronouns for him and its like..not my fault hes a she/her gay 🙄🙄. idek if any of this makes sense its hard for me to put my love for him into words but i just love this little freak that has simultaneously given up and is still fighting tooth and nails at the same time...

i don't know what they put in her but it makes me type shit like this. best way to explain my thoughts on her

#im soooo sorry for typign so much i literally spend all my time thking about he her #ask #baby girl #also yeah oumas a totaly different genre. hell never be komaeda

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These past two chapter were absolutely, gut-wrenching.. you see i went through the 5 stages of greif during every single scene, KW, i sincerely, madly and deeply would like to read an actual novel of yours, you are and absolute gem, one im very glad to know albeit being hidden.. it’s like you’re my little secret.

They way you describe killian and levi, the way you describe everything, make me feel as if im a part of them, i felt the harsh twist of switchblade, i felt the gunshot, i felt sofias sadness, i felt levi’s beating love for kilian, and i as much as i felt greif, i felt it’s warmth and it’s love.. I’m sorry if I’m not making any sense but your words made me absolutely speechless till the point idek what to say..

Every scene felt like a master scene and i really applause you for the way your wrote these chapters, it’s.. fascinating and mesmerizing really, the way you bend words under your mercy like some-kind of an alluring witch your writing is immaculate

When you blinked your eyes open, the first person you saw was Levi. His smile was bright and warm. It made you feel weightless. It made you feel loved. You smiled back, albeit weakly. Levi squeezed your hand gently, still smiling. “Welcome back, sweetheart,” he whispered.

CMON KW WTF IS THAT AND WHY IS MY HEART SHATTERED ON THE GROUND TO SHREDS.

Spoiler alert because i need to scream:

Okay now let’s first talk about mathias this stinky grey hairy ass stalkish asshole.. i want him dead like absolutely dead no breathing again for him😞 KILIAN MY SLEEPING BEAUTY RISE FROM DEATH AND SLIT HIS THROAT MY BABY ILL HAVE UR BACK

Okay i can’t not mention this jerk and not talk about the amazing.. like absolutely jaw dropping conversation he had with our fallen angel..

“We were bound to meet, and if you didn’t stop, I’m quite sure we would have,”

“What is that expression? ‘Better the devil you know than the devil you don’t?’ Well. I knew it was only a matter of time before you returned to the work you know best.”

Well i sure as hell didn’t expect that tbh.. i think i can’t describe what I’m feeling from how much I’ve felt during these few hours😭😭 HELP KW WHAT HAVE YOU DONE

Tell me something,” he said, slipping a hand in his pants pocket and sniffling. “Do you ever miss it? You must.”Your fingers ticked along your sides in response and Mathias grinned, like a wolf baring its teeth. “You do,” he said. “Don’t look so enraged at the thought. A devil cannot change no matter how hard they try. It doesn’t work that way. Still,” he said contemplatively, rubbing his thumb against his index finger and studying his hands. “I’m so pleased that in your attempt to change, it merely led you back to me,” he said, blinking fondly at you. You remained unfazed yet quiet, calculating every move possible in the brief moment of silence Mathias offered to you. He tilted his head at you and smiled, empty yet again. “From one devil to another, I really am glad to have finally met you, Kilian.”

THIS IS ICONIC IN EVERY LANGUAGE KNOWN TO MAN KIND—

Now excuse me i really need to have some sleep to function properly because i binged the 2 chapters and i can’t fathom what I’m saying or even type basic English anymore so that’s part one😭

Your lovely “💙“ anon

Omg, 💙 anon! It is SO lovely to hear from you my darling 😭❤️. I can't even begin to thank you for your thoughtfully detailed asks because you have sincerely made my days, both yesterday and today. I'll answer everything under a cut but seriously, thank you so much for this. I cherish you! 🥹

TRUTHFULLY, I MYSELF went through the 5 stages of grief writing this. LMAO! It was a deeply emotional process, but tbh, it is every time I write in some small way. I am so glad to be considered a gem to you. Really. ❤️ It's also honestly nice to be 'hidden', lol. I have never loved attention but despite that, I have a really solid, loyal following of readers and I love you all so much for sticking with me, whether you've been here since the beginning or just now made it. I love my little corner of solitude over here and I appreciate all of you for helping contribute to that.

And thank you for such a lovely compliment! I try so hard to tap into character emotions so if you can feel what they're feeling, you are fully immersed in the story which is what I always hope to achieve. I also put a lot of thought into each scene, choosing what to say and what not to say, so to be acknowledged for that means the world. Thank you so much for saying that. Also I will so take the title of a witch any day LOL! <3

Also ikr. Levi is such a sweet, sensitive person at his core that to see it spill out without hesitation now is really one of the purest things you could witness.

As for MATHIAS, writing that scene between him and Kilian was honestly like a fever dream. My hands were moving faster than my mind. I always knew from crafting his character who he was at his core, but to be able to reveal it to all of you made it all the more exciting. Like it had always been lurking underneath, under everything he did, and now you finally got to see him for what he was. If he ever alarmed you, you finally knew why. If he ever made you feel uneasy, now you could see why. It was such a pleasure to write that scene between the two of them!

Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU, my lovely 💙 anon for taking time out of your day to message me something so sweet. I will answer your other ask later tonight, but please know how much I treasure you! :3

#asks #💙 anon

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reminiscingtonight · 3 years

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Corduroy Dreams

Wanda Maximoff x Reader

Word Count: 4.6k

Anons asked:

Can you do a fic based on Corduroy Dreams by Rex Orange County for Wanda

hi! i love all your works especially the fluff ones. can i request a wanda x fem!reader oneshot wherein they casually say "i love you" to each other and they're both really close friends but then after some time wanda goes, "i love you" and reader's like, "i know, i love you too" but wanda replies, "no, i mean, i'm in love with you" that kind? i dont know if im making sense but thanks!

Warning: Smut (so 18+ only), a little bit of violence (it’s just children fighting each other), swearing, underage drinking

A/N: I combined two requests for this fic. This will hypothetically have three parts (definitely at least two).

Taglist: @mionemymind, @supersourlemon13, @olsensnpm, @invictusbabey, @idek-5, @vancityfire13, @peabrain112

Part Two // Part Three

“I love you.”

Three of the most versatile words in the whole world. Families say it. Friends say it. Lovers say it.

So when your best friend said those three words to you in the middle of assembling your year-end school project, you didn’t pay them any attention. Of course you wished that Wanda meant them the same way as you, but if ten years of friendship taught you anything, it was that Wanda said those words to anyone and everyone. Just the other day she had told the delivery man that she loved him when he arrived with one of her packages.

Ducking under her arm to grab the glue, you flash Wanda a smile. “And I love you too.”

The two of you have done this so many times. One says the words, the other one repeats them back. At this point you were running on autopilot, automatically responding when hearing those words.

But something about today was different.

The second the words come out of your mouth, a hand clamps down on your shoulder.

“No! I--” Your eyes widen at the sudden outburst and Wanda takes a deep breath. Grabbing the materials out of your hands, she sets them down on the table beside her before taking your hands in hers.

Palms sweating, you watch her with attentive eyes as Wanda seems to flounder for some words to say. Eventually she settles for the same three again.

“I love you.”

She swallows hard and you feel your own mouth go dry at the emphasis in her words this time.

You could play dumb. ‘Who’s you?’ Okay, not that dumb.

You could ask her to clarify what she meant. And then risk her saying something you didn’t want to hear. ‘Oops my bad. I just wanted to let you know that I care about you. That’s all.’

Or you could just take the leap, hope she was saying them the way you wished she was, and tell her the truth.

Heart pounding, the words come out effortlessly. “And I love you too.”

A frustrated look overtakes Wanda’s face at your repeated words. It was obvious that she didn’t catch the sparkle in your eyes as she instantly drops your hands and takes a step away from you. You immediately miss the feel of her hands around yours.

“God, Pietro is an idiot, he doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” The words were muttered under her breath but you caught it all the same.

Eyebrows furrowing, you try to catch her attention. “Wanda.”

“I shouldn’t have said anything, this was a mistake. Obviously you don’t feel the same--”

“Wanda.”

“We can forget I ever said anything, because you’re my best friend and all--”

“Wanda.”

At the third reiteration of her name, Wanda finally shuts her mouth, eyes dropping to the ground. Your heart instantly sinks at the heartbroken expression on her face.

Taking a cautious step towards her, you raise a hand to cup Wanda’s cheeks. Her eyes flutter shut, unconsciously learning into the warmth of your hand. Tilting her head up, you gently tap at her face until she opens her eyes again.

A light sheen of unshed tears coated her green eyes.

You let your lips turn up into a soft smile, thumb rubbing soothingly at her cheekbone. “I’m in love with you.”

You don’t miss her sharp intake of breath.

“Have been for a while now.”

Her eyes dart around, searching your eyes to see if you were telling the truth. To this day, Wanda was the only one who could ever tell how you were feeling. You didn’t know anyone else who knew you as well as she did.

“Really?”

You laugh at the bewildered expression on her face, as if she couldn’t believe that you felt the same way. But you did. “Yes. Of course I do.”

You let her grab your hands and pull them away from her face. Wanda instantly intertwines your fingers together, sighing in content at the way they seemed to fit together with ease.

“Can I kiss you?” You’re taken aback by how quickly the words come out of her mouth. Wanda at least has the decency to look a little embarrassed, but you could still feel the excitement rolling off her in waves.

“Sure.”

You let your eyes dart down to her lips, heart pounding at the thought that you’d finally get to see if they were as soft as you often wondered.

You wait for Wanda to lean in.

And you wait.

And wait.

And--

Nothing happens.

Eyes locked onto each other, neither of you dared to make the first move.

The tension was almost suffocating. You could see her lip twitch, a clear sign that she was about to crack.

And she did.

When Wanda snorts in amusement, you join in, both of you finding this whole thing ridiculous.

“I always thought our first kiss would be more romantic,” she admits, squeezing your hands.

Rolling your eyes at her, you use your intertwined hands to purposefully tug her towards you. “Just kiss me.”

And this time she did.

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Years down the road, when asked, that’s how you would claim your story began.

And well, that would be truthful in part.

Your story technically began ten years ago, when you first met at the age of six. You could still remember when the Maximoffs first moved to your small New Jersey neighborhood halfway through first grade.

You had shyly hid behind your parents’ legs when they went over to welcome the new neighbors to the area. Iryna, their mother, upon seeing you, called the two twins over. Two scruffy looking brunettes watched you with wide eyes.

“I’m Pietro and this is my sestra Wanda!”

You were caught off guard by the extroverted boy, but you shook his hand all the same. With a little nudging, he got his sister to come over and say hi too. Wanda was a bit shyer, curious green eyes hidden behind a bashful smile.

You were instantly enraptured with the other girl.

The three of you spent that afternoon running around the yard while your parents sat around and talked.

By the time you went home, you were already looking forward to seeing them at school. But unfortunately, things didn’t go as well as one would have hoped.

Being naturally outgoing, Pietro had an easier time fitting in at school than his sister. But there were still the typical bullies that picked on anyone who didn’t fit the norm. And two thick accented kids with little to no knowledge about American culture definitely attracted the attention of the vultures.

Day after day, the two Maximoffs endured heckles thrown their way. Your friends had warned you to leave the weird kids alone, and despite your friendship to them outside of school, you listened and steered clear of the twins when on school grounds.

It hurt you to do so, watching afar as the two of them shouldered slight insults thrown their way.

And then came the fateful day that the schoolyard bully, a boy two grades above you all, took particular interest in the siblings.

From across the field you watched as he purposefully stepped on the back of Wanda’s dress, causing a cry to escape her mouth as she fell to the ground. Pietro instantly pushed the older boy back, anger clearly written across his face.

Before the first punch was even thrown, you were already running over. A crowd started to form around the two fighting boys, but you pushed your way through.

“Hands off, Carter!” The older boy ignored your words, effortlessly throwing Pietro to the ground.

You could see bruises already forming along Pietro’s arms from where Carter had gripped him, while the older boy still remained spotless.

In the next moment Carter went flying.

The crowd was stunned to silence as you looked down at your hand, knuckles red from where it had made contact with the older boy’s face.

When he stood up, everyone saw the blood dripping from his nose. And then the crowd collectively broke out into laughter over the fact that the nine-year old got punched by someone half his size and three years younger.

Carter flushed red with anger and embarrassment. From the ground where he was still laying on, Pietro looked at you with amazement in his eyes. Wanda, who had run to her brother’s side the second he was thrown aside, was also looking at you, albeit more worried than amazed.

That day ended with you, Pietro, and Carter being sent to the principal’s office with no less than a couple bruised limbs and busted lips, while Wanda was escorted to the nurse’s room for the scrap on her knee she sustained when she fell. She sent worried looks at you and her brother while being led away, but the two of you waved her off.

The entire time you waited for your parents to arrive, Pietro talked your ear off about how brave you were to jump in to help him. Blushing hard, you didn’t tell him about the real reason you jumped in: an overwhelming urge to defend Wanda.

After that day no one dared to lay a finger on either twin again. And there began the start of the real friendship between you and the two siblings.

So if you took this entire saga into consideration, Wanda kissing you was how the second chapter of your relationship began. And what a beautiful chapter it was.

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When your families found out you were dating, no one batted an eye. It was almost a little insulting how little they reacted to the news. They simply shrugged, congratulated the two of you, and went on with their days. Pietro even went as far as to snort and give a very unhelpful “it’s about time you guys got together.”

Despite his clear involvement in pushing Wanda to confess her feelings to you, she still blushed hard at her brother’s words. The two of you exchanged shy smiles before intertwining your hands and flipping him off together.

Nothing really changed much at school either. With only a month left before summer, the only things that were different were that you got to hold Wanda’s hand whenever you wanted to. You got to kiss her when you felt the urge. You got to do the things you’d only ever dreamed of.

And then soon the school year was over. As summer rolled around, the two of you spent most of your free time together.

The week your parents left town to join a wedding of a friend was the best week of your life. The Maximoff’s had graciously invited you to stay with them and who were you to decline their offer?

You spent your nights falling asleep to sweet Sokovian lullabies sung into your ears and waking up to sweet kisses pressed upon your face.

But today was a bit different. When you woke up today, you woke up to an empty bed.

By the coolness of the spot next to you, it was clear that Wanda woke a while ago. Slightly pouting at the lack of Wanda, you decided to roll out of bed. There was no point in staying in the sheets if your lovely girlfriend wasn’t around to cuddle with you.

Quickly gathering some clothes, you headed to the shower to wash the last of your sleepiness away.

Humming to the song in your head, you quickly discarded your clothes before hopping under the spray. Just as you got to the chorus, the curtain was yanked open behind you.

Letting out a startled shriek, you spun around, nearly falling in your haste to find the culprit.

You’re met with a smirking Wanda still holding onto the edges of the shower curtain. Correction, a smirking very naked Wanda.

Swallowing hard, you tried hard to keep your eyes on her face. As lovely as this surprise was, you knew that you would never live this down if the two of you were to be caught.

“Wanda, what are you--”

“Shh,” she presses a finger to your lips and your voice dies off at the contact.

Stepping in, she lets the curtain fall behind her. You stumble a bit, trying to keep a respectful distance between the two of you, but there was no mistaking Wanda’s intentions. Step after step, eventually you were cornered against the wall.

Before you can protest again, she leans into your space, pressing a kiss right below your ear. Your eyes fall shut at the sensation, an unmistakable burn of desire shooting down to your core.

“You weren’t in bed when I got back,” she husks out.

“You weren’t in bed when I woke up,” you shoot back, sounding more confident than you felt.

She tsks, pressing another hot kiss against your skin. “I wasn’t, huh?”

Groaning at the ache making itself known between your legs, you push at Wanda’s shoulders. “Wanda, we can’t--”

“No one has to know.” She finally pulls back and you can see her eyes dark with want.

Oh fuck it. Letting out a shaky breath, you finally nod, letting her hands guide yours to her breasts. Your fingers brush over already hardened tips and Wanda throws her head back, an airy moan escaping at the touch of your hands.

With a sudden surge of confidence, you palm at her breast, squeezing them in your hands. Her face contorts with pleasure before she leans back down to capture your lips.

With the cold tiles pressing against your back and the warmth of her body in front of you, you find yourself wishing that the two of you could stay here forever. Letting yourself sag against her body, your hands fall to rest against her waist.

Wanda seems to take this as a cue to move on, head moving off to the side to nip lightly at your jaw before making her way down your body.

When she sinks to her knees, your stomach instantly flips at the thought of her eating you out. Tilting her head at you in a silent question, you nod, giving her full permission to go on.

With her eyes locked between your legs, Wanda bites her bottom lip, looking at you like her last meal. Before you can make a comment about feeling like a piece of meat, Wanda runs her fingers through your folds, effectively trapping your words in your throat.

One of your legs is thrown over her shoulder, and you shiver when you feel her breath puffing against your lower lips. Just as she parts your folds with her fingers, three sharp knocks have you reaching down and stopping her motions with an iron tight grip.

“(Y/N)!” You barely hold in your groan at the sound of Pietro’s voice on the other side of the door.

“What?” You look down to meet Wanda’s eyes, a mix of annoyance and untamed desire shining in her eyes clear as day. There’s also a glint of something mischievous, and you could almost hear the gears turning in her head. Before you have a chance to say anything else, she leans in, licking a stripe along your core.

Gasping, you instinctively grind down, pleasure shooting through your body.

“Do you know where Wanda is? Ma’s looking for her.”

Breathing hard through your nose, you have half a mind to try and push Wanda’s head away, but all it seems to do is urge her to press against you harder. Her tongue works hard against you, the spongy muscle focusing on light licks at your clit, occasionally dipping lower every couple licks.

“I’m taking a shower,” you grit out, fighting down a moan as Wanda picks up her pace, sucking your clit directly into her mouth.

“You’re her girlfriend.”

Your hips jump at a particularly hard suck and you feel your eyes roll into the back of your head. There was nothing more you wanted in this moment than for Pietro to leave you the hell alone.

“A-and do you think she’d like to hear… that you harassed her girlfriend w-while she was in the shower?” The words come out rushed and broken as you try to keep your voice steady. Wanda seems to find your frazzled state amusing, taking your distraction as an opportunity to slip two fingers into you.

You bite down hard on your arm to muffle the scream that threatened to escape at the sudden fullness. Wanda looks up at you and it hits you in that moment, seeing her lips a little swollen, hair wet and tousled from the shower and your hands, that you had a literal goddess kneeling between your legs. And the wink she sends your way does nothing to help cool the burning ache between your legs.

Giving a couple experimental thrusts, eventually Wanda gets into a rhythm, head lowering to suck at your clit once again.

Legs shaking, you’re glad that Wanda has you somewhat trapped between her body and the wall, otherwise you’d be falling to the ground by now. The knot in your stomach tightens and you can’t stop the quiet pleas from slipping out of your mouth.

“Faster, oh god, right there, Wanda, please, please, don’t stop.”

Somewhere in the back of your mind you process that Pietro has fallen silent. But the next second Wanda’s fingers curl just right and she sucks at just the right time, and all thoughts of her brother goes flying out of your head. You bite down on your bottom lip hard enough to draw blood as a blinding white light clouds your vision. Your strangled scream is caught in your throat as Wanda helps you ride out the rest of your high, her fingers pumping slowly until they eventually stop.

You pant, trying to regain your breath as Wanda presses light kisses against your thighs. Eventually she moves to stand again, capturing your lips the second she was back on her feet. Sighing against them, you lightly moan at the taste of yourself on her tongue.

You let your arms fall to her waist, pulling her in closer to you. Your mouths moved lazily against each other as you recovered from your mindblowing orgasm. But soon you could feel Wanda getting impatient, if her grinding against your thigh was any indication.

You let your hands move to her ass, pulling her harder against you. Two low moans fill the air, hers at the sudden pressure on her core and yours at the distinct feeling of wetness on your thigh.

And then all you could think about was the heat of her wrapped around your fingers. Wanda’s head falls to your shoulder in anticipation as you slip a hand between her legs, and--

A very unamused voice cuts through the air, effectively stilling your movements. “Wanda, Ma wants to talk to you when you’re done in there.”

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You weren’t sure if your face could turn any redder. What you were sure of, however, was that if Pietro kept smirking at you, you’d drop kick him across the living room.

“Did y’all have fun in the shower? Saving water and all that?”

Feeling your ears burn, you shoot him a dirty look. “Oh fuck you, Pietro.”

He snorts, turning his attention back to the baseball game playing on the TV. “Yeah, no thanks. I’m sure my sister’s tired you out already.”

If anyone asked, you’d claim that he was asking for it. Because it really seemed like he was.

Pietro lets out a squawk when you whack him in the head with the pillow sitting next to you. You get a couple good hits in for payback before he’s hopping up, trying to steal the offending item from you. The two of you engage in a sorts of tug-of-war. Right at a particularly hard tug, Wanda strolls into the room. You instantly let go, taking Pietro off guard and sending him flying to the ground. Raising an eyebrow at the scene in front of her, she sighs. “Do I even want to know?”

Pietro grumbles something from the ground but the two of you ignore him as she takes a seat in your lap.

“Nope.” You plant a kiss on her cheek before wrapping your arms around her.

“The two of you are disgusting.”

“You’re just salty that you’re single,” Wanda shoots back, not missing a beat. She snuggles closer into your arms and you stick your tongue out at Pietro.

He rolls his eyes at the two of you before plopping down on the couch, dangerously close to you. “Oh oh oh, can I snuggle too? I just love it when my favorite couple acts all affectionate!”

Before you even have a chance to tell him off again, Wanda reaches over, flicking his forehead. He instantly flinches back, muttering something about sibling abuse.

It was days like these that were your favorite. The playful banter between the siblings, the way that they could argue about literally anything but be okay within ten minutes, the way that Pietro loved to include you in their little squabbles, you wouldn’t give any of it up for anything.

“Pietro, leave your sister and (Y/N) alone!” You muffle your laughter in the back of Wanda’s neck when her mother’s voice rings through the house.

Looking properly chastised, the silver haired boy huffs out a threat under his breath. “Should I tell mother dearest what you were doing while she was looking for you all over the house?”

You and Wanda instantly tense up. That was a sure way for you to get kicked out of their house and banned for life. Wanda’s eyes harden into daggers. “You wouldn’t.”

He snorts, placing his hands up. “Relax. I’m not going to tell her that you two were banging in the shower.”

Wanda tilts her head at him, suspicious of his sudden laid back demeanor. “And why’s that?”

“If I did, I’m sure the lecture would be so long that we would all miss Carol’s party.”

Tonight was the annual July Fourth fireworks show. Each year seemed better than the last, and you had finally convinced your parents to let you all go to Carol’s place. Her family owned a house on the lake with the perfect view of the fireworks. And there was no way that Pietro would willingly risk missing out on the party.

Wanda instantly relaxes against you. Content with his answer, the three of you turn your attention back to the long forgotten baseball game.

You can’t fight the smile when Wanda grabs one of your hands into her lap so she could play with your fingers.

And maybe it was because of how immersed you were with the other that neither of you expected Pietro to speak up again.

“But I gotta say, (Y/N), I didn’t know you were such a beggar.”

He lets out a grunt of pain when the two of you pummel him with some more pillows.

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It was dark by the time you guys got to Carol’s.

The second the car’s parked, Pietro instantly jumps out.

“Hey, um, you guys will be okay by yourselves, right?” There was something in Pietro’s voice that had you instantly looking at him. Pietro seemed nervous, fingers fidgeting as he paced back and forth.

Wanda narrows her eyes at him in question. “Er, yes? We’ve only been friends with Carol for, I don’t know, years? I think we’ll be fine, Piet.”

Her response only sets him off, and soon the two of you were standing there as Pietro went through his whole ‘protective older brother speech’.

And it was then when you saw Monica in the distance. You have to bite back your laugh. It wasn’t a secret that Pietro’s been crushing on the younger Rambeau ever since her family moved here a couple years ago.

You could tell that Wanda was starting to nod off and tune Pietro out, so you gently nudged her before tilting your head in the direction of the other girl.

Wanda instantly sees what you saw. “Oh my god, Pietro, please just go spend time with Monica. We all know you’re only here for her.”

His words come to a stop as he turns bright red. He walks away without another word.

You shake your head at your girlfriend. “Did you have to chase him off like that?”

She laughs, grabbing your hands and tugging you in the direction Pietro ran off to. “I’m just repaying a favor. Lord knows he’ll need all the help he can get to finally work up the guts to ask her out.”

You shrug, wanting to give Pietro more credit. “I feel like he’ll get his act together soon. Five bucks that they get together by the end of summer.”

Wanda snorts at your words. “Ten that he’ll still be pining over her in the fall.”

You gasp in mock offense. “You have no confidence in your own brother?”

She rolls her eyes at you before leaning into you again. “He’s got the confidence of a shrew.”

With that, the two of you finally made it into the yard where the party was already in full swing. Carol instantly finds the two of you, shoving two drinks in your hands before you could even object. One whiff had you instantly wrinkling your face in disgust. To say you weren’t a fan of vodka would be an understatement.

Wanda laughs at your expression, taking your drink from you. Good thing only one of you disliked the hard liquor.

After making your rounds and saying hello to everyone, the two of you find a spot on the lawn with a perfect view of the lake and the stars in the sky. Leaning against each other, the two of you sit in the silence, simply enjoying the other’s presence.

Wanda’s hand finding yours has you pulling your eyes away from where it was looking at the stars. She smiles and you don’t think you’ve ever seen anything more beautiful.

A particularly loud shout has you pulling your eyes away from Wanda and looking back towards the house. From where you’re laying down you can see some of the guys engaged in a very heated arm wrestling contest. Chuckling under your breath, you shake your head at their simple-mindedness. Of course they’d all be entertained doing something as stupid as that.

Wanting more of your attention, Wanda grabs your chin and pulls your face back to hers.

“Eyes on me, daddy.”

You instantly recoil at her words. “As much as I adore you, please don’t ever call me that again.” The words are accompanied with a shudder and a very horrified look which prompts Wanda to burst out into laughter. “That’s just fucking weird, Wanda.”

She affectionately pushes at your shoulder and you move with the motion, falling onto your back. Hovering over you, eventually her laughter dies off, the amusement in her eyes being replaced by something softer.

“I love you.”

A lazy smile breaks out on your face as you watch the way her green eyes seemed to sparkle brighter than the stars lighting up the sky behind her.

A part of you couldn’t believe that this wonderful girl was yours. Promise me you’ll stay here.

“And I love you too.”

She leans down, pressing a light kiss against your lips.

In this moment, at 16 years old, there was nothing to worry about. You were just two girls in love. It was the two of you against the world, nothing could break you apart.

And you guys really thought you’d make it.

You really did.

If only you knew what was yet to come.

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff imagine #mcu x reader #song fic #series #Ace writes

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goldenkirstein · 3 years

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aot band! au headcanons pt. 1:

pt. two here

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pairing: jean x fem! reader, eren x fem! reader, zeke x fem! reader

wc: 1.2k+

cw: smut (18+ minors DNI), reader has female anatomy, manipulation/corruption, dumbification/incoherence, sorta dubcon (?), mentions of spit, cockwarming, unprotected sex, cursing, dirty talk, creampie/breeding, cumplay, degradation, perv! zeke.

a/n: okayyyyy, so im reposting this, because i didn't like it the first time i posted it lol. i added and cut out some things still don't know if i really like it. anyways, i tried my best with tagging everything, i really hope i didn't miss anything, if i did please let me know. this is my first time writing anything smutty, i'd love to hear any feedback or criticism !!

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smut under the cut

jean kirstein

Jean would play the electric guitar.

He wouldn't have any big tattoos but tiny stick and pokes, but when he takes off his shirt, there would be this giant, intricate tattoo that spans his entire back.

He wears thin white t-shirts that cling to his body when he gets all sweaty from performing or when he douses himself in water because the lights make it really hot on stage, babe. The shirt becomes practically see-through, and when he turns around, you can see the outline of the back tattoo. You swear he does it on purpose.

HIS HANDS, calloused from hours of practice, wears chunky silver rings that make his long fingers stand out. He keeps his ring finger empty, though (he's a romantic and a big ol’ softie).

When he's writing songs or can't figure out what chord would sound right, he plays with his rings. He takes them off, sliding them up and down his finger until he's satisfied and moves on to the others.

It drives him insane if he sees you singing along to his songs at the concerts. He'll smirk at you, opting for a quick wink, before getting back to performing.

After the show, he’ll pull you into his lap, in whatever empty room is available. He’ll have his hands on your hips, the cold rings contrasting against your hot skin.

His heart would be beating so fast, adrenaline pumping through his veins. He just got off stage, and here you are, grinding down on the growing bulge in his pants, driving him crazy.

On most days, he liked it when you would fuck him post-show, sliding your skirt up and sink down on his cock.

He loved watching you fuck yourself dumb around him, tits bouncing in his face, head thrown back in pleasure. His cock would reduce you into an incoherent blubbering mess. The only thing making sense was the way you were chanting his name like a prayer.

this fucker would love to whisper the most filthy things in your ear, “you’re making such a mess around my cock, petal. You’re gonna be a good slut and clean it up after, right?”

when he’s about to cum, he turns into an absolute mess. He gets super whimpery and will hold you close to his chest as he dumps his load in you. He stays like that for a while, watching as his cum drips out of your cunt and down his dick.

He doesn’t let you get off his cock, partly because he’s so sensitive and partly because he secretly wants to stuff you full of his babies.

after he’s calmed down a bit, he’ll open his eyes and run a hand through his hair, letting out a small chuckle, “shit, baby, you keep fucking me like that and I might just have to put a ring around that finger.”

eren yeager

plays bass and is on vocals

he has a sleeve on one arm, and the other one is empty. It's pretty cohesive, and the pieces link together-think American traditional; he takes great pride in his tattoos. After all, they're pieces of art on his body.

He likes showing off on stage. He’ll take off his shirt and throw it into the crowd, and he loves hearing the screams that ensue afterwards.

Always the performer; he’ll walk off the stage and stand on the rails, getting the people in the crowd to run their hands down his sweat-slicked torso. It’s another crowd favourite.

he wears rings too, and his favourite thing to do is to get you to pull them off his fingers using your mouth. He has to coax you into each time, “I can’t pull them off by myself; they’re too tight, need your help, angel.” He just likes having you suck on his fingers; he won’t tell you that, though.

He likes the attention from the fans, but he mainly does it to get you hot and bothered. Eren stares at you while strangers are practically grabbing at him. It’s a game for him. Figure out just how many ways he can get to you.

you always avoid him after the shows, in a way to tell him that you're not impressed by the stunts he pulls.

As much as you try to run and hide, he always finds you. He’ll come up from behind, hands on your waist; you don’t need to see him to know that he’s got that Cheshire cat grin on his face.

Try to escape from his grip, and it’ll only get tighter, “what’d you think of my little performance, princess? Did it make you weak in the knees?”

He loves pushing your buttons, does everything to get a reaction out of you, try all you might, the night always ends the same way, you bent over his dressing room table, skirt lifted, panties to the side, and him fucking ruthlessly into you from behind.

the stoic front you put up would be practically erased from the way his cock slides in and out of your spongy walls, hitting that sweet spot over and over again.

He loves hearing you beg for him; he wants to listen to the vulgar words fall from your mouth, wants to have you begging him to let you cum, pleading for him to cum in your pussy.

He’ll tease you endlessly, “what’s that angel? If you want my cum so bad, you gotta beg better than that.” In the end, he always gives in, also liking the way his seed drips out of your pulsating hole.

Before any can drip down your thighs, he’ll slide back your panties, straighten out your skirt and send you off, saying that, “it’s for later, for when you try fingering that pretty little pussy, you’ll always have a reminder of who owns it.”

Bonus: tour manager! zeke yeager:

tour manager zeke, who watches the shows from the venue’s back, keeping his eyes trained on you.

Tour manager zeke who has a reputation for being a sleazebag, a cheapskate and vile to women.

Tour manager zeke, who watches as you stay back after each show to clean up, smiling ever so sweetly at him, “no mr. yeager, I really don’t mind helping out. It’s the least I can do.”

tour manager zeke, who can’t help think of shameful things when you bend over to pick up the crumpled posters, his eyes that linger a little too long at the swell of your pert ass.

Tour manager zeke thinks about how your mouth would feel around his cock, how your eyes would tear up as he pushed your head further and further down his cock. How pretty you would look with spit and cum coating that sweet face of yours.

Tour manager zeke, who has always been kind to you, offering to take you home for the night, telling you how cute you look and how he can’t believe you’re over 18.

Tour manager zeke wants to defile you and make you his, ruin you so that you can only get off from his cock and no one else’s.

Tour manager zeke wants to teach you how to suck dick, how to ride, how to fuck.

Tour manager zeke, who treats you so nicely, putting false notions in your mind so you can let your guard down around him, hoping that one day he can shape you into his plaything.

a/n: hope the smut sounded right this time around lmao, i might scrap it in the morning again idek yet, just wanted to see if i could even write smut.

I am working on the second part of somewhere only we know !! thank you for all the love on that.

if this does well, i'd love to do a part two to this with armin, mikasa and connie, please let me know if that is something you would be interested in !!

as always, if you enjoyed, leave a like/reblog, i truly appreciate it <33

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thrillridesz · 4 years

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what will it take for you guys to realize that ff writers are human too. they are not less than any writer out there.. they put so much time, care and effort into their every word. heck, even reaching 1k words are hard for some,, we had to consider things before actually writing them down. we had to string each word, sentence, paragraph smoothly so it could have an elegant flow. and more often than never, we would overthink whether the emotions we portrayed in those stories actually resound within the readers. those are no easy tasks y'know.

just because we hid behind an idols name doesnt mean that we're associating them with those stuffs. NO. they're here as placeholders. their character that we saw thru screen is what we based it on; how they talk, act, etc. we do that because writing a character from scratch took too much and we would've given up halfway. it's not as easy as you think. but with idols or any other ff characters for that matter, we could freely explore. the base line for their personalities and actions were already drawn out, and we just need to think of a plot + how to build their character into something readers would enjoy.

even the most basic task of 'read to learn more abt this particular thing' proved to be hard. It's not just abt reading and dumping it all into our writings. we need to turn those information into our personal writing style w/o negating anything.

take writing an au for example,, it took a lot of research. why? cause we want the readers who are not familiar with those kinda stuff to experience the same euphoria, we would like them to feel as if they are able to picture being a painter/dancer/etc.

so please, please look past all those paradigms and appreciate us, ff writers ( every single fandom ). if you dont like the way we wrote things and such, please just ignore them or even block our blog ffs. would it kill to hit the block button? i mean, sending hurtful asks require more effort. why would you go through such lengths?

anyways, to all ff writers out there.. i am really thankful for all of the works you've create. and,, im sure someone out there will agree.

thank you for having the courage to post your works online.

thank you for writing.

thank you for expressing thoughts that are normally kept hidden within the depths of our hearts. through your writings, we could let our emotions flow freely.

thank you for making this year more tolerable, enjoyable.

thank you for being here.

ps. qiu, you and all of the writers out there are amazing ( idc if your blog is small/med/big ), all of you deserve the love and attention. I'd really like to support you ( all of you ) till the end if i could ❤❤❤

pps. sorry it's on anon, im using my sis' phone and i promised myself not to open toomblr until midterms are over. idek if those made sense tbh.

it does make sense and honestly thank you so so so much anon for this amazing message! This message is honestly everything and everything you said here, I wholeheartedly agree. You phrased it so well and honestly, I kinda wish this wasn’t on anon so I can thank you properly :(

I’m really grateful and happy to receive this message and knowing you went out of your way to send it is almost making me wanna cry 😭💙 whoever you are, I love you ❤️ this message is EVERYTHING ( Also all the very best for your midterms!! I feel like I know who this is haha but here’s some good luck 🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀)

tagging some writer mutuals because I think this message deserves to be shared

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hi caly boo its ur 🌊 anon! i finally finished the most brilliant darkness and oh my lawd i’m in spain without the s. to put it shortly: U DID NOT DISAPPOINT BESTIE, and it seems unreal that u and ur mind and this fic even exists bc every moment is just polished to perfection, while simultaneously every character is polished to a sort of imperfect perfection(?). i have so many questions and things to say idek where to start, and tho im not good with words and even worse at deciphering hidden meanings, here are just some of my thoughts that i remember from the story.

hello my dear!!! eee im gonna answer separately since i think i’ll be very long-winded as usual but first of all thank you so much :(( this fic is actually very full of subliminal messages and hidden nuances that are weaved throughout which i think could be quite confusing so i apologize for that! if i had managed my time better, i would have adjusted when i started the fic to account for managing those aspects of the fic but alas i’m terrible at time management and i suck so. anyways.

first of all, ngl halfway into the story i lowkey forgot this was a wooyoung fic bc SANNN and also bc wooyoung appeared like 3 times lol. even after it finishing all that, i still had my doubts as to why this is a wooyoung fic, or more like why is san this significant in a wooyoung fic. im still a bit slow on these pls forgive me and im just curious why u made it like that.

i think yeah the most interesting thing about this fic is the emphasis on san over wooyoung. and when looking over it yeah i could have switched san and wooyoung’s characters and called it a day, but wooyoung really in my mind acts as the integral turning point for decisions made in the story.

the goal with the fic wasn’t really to be hyperfocused on the pairing itself, but rather the emotions and thought processes of each character (aside from wooyoung). wooyoung was kept intentionally mysterious and a bit set apart from the rest of the fic because his role in story was moreso an abstract of hestia, the goddess of the hearth and home. wooyoung’s character appeared in times where y/n was struggling with the thought of home or adjusting to the new changes in her life! wooyoung’s pairing itself was actually intended to be solely platonic at first, but as the story went on i thought having mc develop feelings for him added another turning point in the fic!

moving on, the second biggest question i had is the whole hestia!wooyoung and cafe aurora situation. i did a bit of reading on hestia and only found out that she was the goddess of hearth, which might explain the fireplace and the kind of homey feeling to the cafe. and ‘cafe aurora not really existing to most’ part, which was already hinted at wooyoung randomly disappearing, mc never seeing the cafe before or wooyoung only bringing people he wants into it. i get that him inviting mc must suggest her significance to him, but why was he so adamant about his friends not mentioning him or the cafe to mc before that? wooyoung is quite a mysterious character i think, and given that this fic is supposed to be about him, it’s a bit odd that there’s still so many things left unknown, but its kinda cool that way nonetheless and im guessing u would also like to explain that further outside of the story too.

i think my biggest regret about this fic is the fucking summary.... i wrote that summary well before i even started writing the fic thinking it would go in that direction but it didn’t. and since this fic was for a collab, i left the summary as is because i genuinely cannot for the life of me figure out a better one. but i’m trying to figure out a better one. but i really fucking hate the current summary because it’s not at all what the fic is truly about and i hate it.

however, i don’t hate the fic itself, and the reason why i don’t is because i got to play with both my writing style and how i displayed the story. for this collab we were asked to pick a greek god and one of the seven deadly sins, and i selected hestia and sloth. and initially i had intended to have sloth be represented by the reader’s depression, and wooyoung be a more ‘real’ depiction of hestia. i shifted gears very early on in the fic but what it became is moreso abstract realizations in the characters.

san’s character is meant to be this idea of sloth, and it’s mentioned several times that he doesn’t want to move forward, he wants to go slow, he wants to stop moving so fast through life, and those things point to him being a depiction of sloth

wooyoung’s was harder to encapsulate in a more abstract way but you hit the nail on the head really with the homey feeling of the cafe. beyond that, mc talks about just naturally feeling at ease and comfortable with how things are with wooyoung and being around him, and he takes up this role of being the likeable, warm, cozy, comforting character. it all comes to a head in the last scene where he brings both y/n and san into the cafe.

and again wooyoung’s character is meant to be most mysterious and abstract, but if i had had more time to fully flesh out the fic, i think i would have liked to touch more on him. at the same time however i left it more open-ended and open to interpretation. the significance in him inviting mc in and not being mentioned by the others sooner is twofold. one; the others never really had any reason whatsoever to mention wooyoung. he was a friend outside the circle who never joined in with them when mc was around. i personally in my own friendships don’t mention friends outside the circle by name or anything, just kinda vaguely talking about them unless im certain the people know who this person is. the concept of wooyoung having to invite mc in was more nuanced and vague as well, intentionally so, but that was moreso meant to represent this idea of ‘you can’t make a home somewhere where you aren’t invited’ so y/n couldn’t fully make a home of the place she was in without being invited in and welcomed in, but again that’s something i wish i had more time to fully flesh out.

the hongjoong speech about love (and also the interaction with seonghwa after that) deserves a standing ovation of its own 👏 unfortunately, or not, im not actually going through the emotional turmoil regarding love the same way as hj or mc to be able to fully relate to his words, but the whole ‘if you dont love what u see in the mirror then u dont love it’ mentality really hit me hard, and i’d like to hang onto that when i make decisions in the future haha thank you wise caly! seonghwa and hongjoong’s story is also beautiful, and just like mc said, the more i look at it the more it hurts :’)

the hongjoong speech about love was meant to be something very jaded and specific to his worldview. it actually isn’t wholly how i view love personally, but it was a perfect description to how both he and y/n perceived the love in their own lives. mostly thanks to their own emotional turmoils. the mentality of the mirror quote is something that i think i also struggle with, which is why i included it. it’s hard to do, but even in friendships, i think it’s necessarily to stop and look at the person you were before this relationship and then the person during this relationship. if you don’t love the one you are now, then maybe it’s a sign to reflect and see the bigger picture, so that was a lil reminder to myself and i’m glad it touched you as well!!!

“do you love him, or do you love the idea of being in love with him?” - haha i see what u did there (or maybe i didnt please dont laugh at me if i didnt). its still so good everytime i see it bc i keep finding myself loving just the idea of things time and time again even when this makes total sense to me oof :/

heh yeah again with the more abstract concepts this one was more direct and ‘cliche’ but i fully wanted that cliche in the fic because i thought it suited the situation where mc was constantly struggling with a version of san that she thought she loved vs the version of san she got every time they were together

despite how enlightened she seems to be, mc still made the same choices, and i wanna smack her for it and pat her back at the same time. and maybe also bc of the fact that she feels so differently for the two men that i feel like no ending could really justify her decision, so ending in the vague is probably the best. your ending might kind of allude to someone more than the other already, and tho i still don’t think he’s the best one for her based on just my pov on love, i kinda agree with you. but again, this raises the question of, why a wooyoung fic and not a san fic?

and yeah the whole knife in the chest at the end of it all is that she was still too scared to face the music so to speak. but really i would say she made the same choices up until the conversation on the balcony with san. and you’re absolutely right, the reason i chose the ending the way i did was because either way, there’s no justification. and actually although it might seems like i was alluding to someone specific, san being in the cafe at the very end was moreso to represent that as much as they fought, he still very much loved her and wanted to be loved by her. it was kinda an open casket ending there were no nails in the coffin, the choice between wooyoung and san still stands and an argument could be made for either of them! i think this is a fic that i could see myself revisiting one day with two endings - one for san, and one for wooyoung.

something i didn’t mention earlier about wooyoung’s character being left intentionally mysterious was that he was representing a new and budding love. the honeymoon phase where you’re falling for someone you don’t even really know. you are the reader aren’t meant to really know who wooyoung is because of that beyond what you read about him, so his past and such was left out intentionally to represent that idea of ‘hey wow im in love with a stranger!’ whereas san was this gritty love that’s bad for you. and there are pros and cons to each just as with anything!!

so,,,, why a wooyoung fic and not a san fic? well i picked wooyoung for my collab so he was one of the main focuses of the fic regardless of which direction i took with it. as for why wooyoung wasn’t more forward, i already answered that but !!! i view it as both a wooyoung fic and a san fic. both are highlighted characters with main pairing roles!

i literally just woke up to write this and am going back to sleep ahaha so i apologize if this makes no sense. i somehow felt like i’ve read so much yet so little at the same time, maybe bc there are still so many things i havent fully made sense of, and that’s where i hope you come in and enlighten me. i still stand by my word that this fic deserves so much more recognition despite the lack of explicit smut bc of how much more you’ve explored through character building. love you caly and thank u for working so hard <3 — 🌊

no worries my beloved i hope you go back to sleep and get lots and lots of rest!! and i hope my response helps enlighten the not so clear things as well dgjdklfg but really thank you so much. it was a long fic and hard to get through at times, but as a whole, i’m proud of it and what i created, so thank you for recognizing my efforts and appreciating them 🥺

#🌊 anon #fic; the most brilliant darkness

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