#maybe I'll make a part 2 or write something else if i get inspired!

[echo-rambles]

Fuck it- it's fine!

words: 1830 summary: inspired by the general vibe of bad idea right? by olivia rodrigo. tags: past established relationship, ex-boyfriend bang chan, best friend felix, suggestive content but nothing explicit note: first ever reader insert fic I've written! that's probably why it's pretty introspective and there's not much chan. I just wanted to get the feeling of writing reader insert so I hope it's not too terrible! please enjoy~

-o0o-

To be completely fair, you were the one who messaged him first. Could it be seen as slightly desperate? Maybe. But in your defense, you were pretty drunk and left unsupervised.

That doesn’t mean it’s not a complete shock to your system when you wake up the next morning and notice that he messaged you back. Which, ok. What an absolutely wild turn of events seeing as how he’s meant to be the mature adult of the relationship. (his words, thrown out midst argument) 

Once you blink away the hungover fog and wade through the low lying panic, you find it a little funny, actually. Your text, the first between the two of you in months, is embarrassing and filled with a few too many emojis- it’s the epitome of a drunk text to your ex who you might have been missing at the peak of your intoxication. 

The funny part is that he had texted back, playing into your theatrics. Maybe it’s not funny in a haha way. Maybe it’s funny in an ironic sort of way. The guy that once told you that you’re incredibly impulsive and never think things through, replying to you and not even scolding you. 

Ok, so maybe he was a little bit correct and you are impulsive, because the next thing you know your fingers are tapping away at your phone screen and you're replying to his reply as if this is something the two of you still do. There’s been a whole lot of maybes filling up your head far too early in the morning, but maybe this could be something you two do. Like, maybe it can become normal again. 

>I hope you’re drinking water to combat all the vodka you must have drank to use seven whole emojis in a row. 

<I demolished an entire water bottle when I got home last night but sadly it wasn’t enough to save me 

You’ve crawled your way out of bed and are in the middle of trying to wash up to feel human again when your phone buzzes. Thankfully you’re alone in your bathroom or else it would be embarrassing how quickly you check who the new text is from.

Before you can unlock your phone and reply to the notif saying something about ‘RIP you should’ve drank three…’ another message pops up, staring at you from the lock screen, half of the message fading off in an ellipses. 

You still have his contact saved. Somehow that’s the first thing you think, so incredibly belatedly. In your defense you thought deleting it would be stupid, seeing as how you share friends and what if Felix was in trouble and the only way anyone could reach you was through your ex-boyfriend? It’s a flimsy excuse but you clung to it at the time. 

For a while his contact was changed to HEARTBREAKER, all in caps with broken heart emojis book ending it. At some point you changed it again, hating the reminder the name would elicit every time you scrolled past it. It just made you feel bad, to be honest. Not in a guilt way, but in the way of it settling all weird in your stomach. 

So now he’s filed under a very polite and professional Bang Christopher Chan. It feels safer this way. The least amount of intimacy possible. 

Looking at it now, knowing that there’s multiple messages attached to it because you were drunk and then half asleep and he’s apparently a child who can’t just ignore you- it feels like a stupidly personal inside joke. Which is stupid. It’s his name. 

>I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we c…

This is not something you can read by yourself while still hungover and sleepy. Absolutely not. Any sort of question he has will have to be dealt with once you’ve consumed a sufficient amount of caffeine. 

“What do you think it says?” You ask, a little bit later after your second cup of coffee. 

Felix barely even moves his head from where it’s resting against the table. He’s clearly just as hungover as you are, but you feel like you’re in the middle of making a very bad decision and you need a second opinion. You shimmy your phone under the seam where his forehead meets the wood. 

With a little pout and deep groan, he’s shifting around and waking up your phone to stare at the lock screen. The silence stretches on as he stares, blinks, and blinks some more. With a start, he’s sitting up straight, pulling the phone closer. 

“I thought you said you didn’t want to talk to him-”

“I’m aware of what I said! But that was also like, months ago, and we’re both totally over it-”

“It felt like you two went through a divorce, I don’t know if a few months is long enough-”

“I’m over it!” You proclaim, a little loudly. A little desperately. “And he is too if he’s talking to me.” 

Felix says your name, with that specific tone like he wants to say something but doesn’t know how. So, like a normal, emotionally stable adult, you completely ignore him and instead scoop up your phone. Suddenly the nerves over wondering exactly what Chan wanted to ask you have been replaced with a confidence only born from needing a distraction. 

Finally, you read the text he sent. 

>I know this is last minute, but I was wondering if we could maybe grab lunch? Or, if you’re still too hungover for lunch, maybe something later? 

Oh. Definitely the beginning of a very bad idea. 

<you paying??

>Of course I am >When was the last time you paid?

Uncalled for, but also completely fair.

<then sure count me in

It all feels way too easy. Like the last few months have just been- what, erased? Ignored? Boxed away so you can talk about it later? But hey, that’s a problem for the future version of yourself. 

“Did you just agree to spend time with him?” Felix asks, because of course he does. Are you really that predictable? 

“Maybe.”

Shaking his head, Felix sits back in his seat. “You know I love you both, but I don’t know if this is a great idea.”

“It doesn’t have to be romantic! We’re just meeting up, like friends do.” The silence is practically palpable. “We can be friends! We’re both adults- we can totally be friends.” 

Felix gives you possibly the most pitying look you’ve ever seen on his angelic little face.

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Ok. Maybe you can’t be friends. The two of you started off as friends, definitely. You built your whole relationship off of being friends. But somewhere along the way something got all gummed up. Being together dissolved into months of barely even talking to each other. 

You were hoping that could change tonight. After getting all dressed up- because you wanted to feel pretty and you couldn’t remember the last time you got dressed up, thank you very much Minho. With his judging eyebrow and the way he clicked his tongue when you told him about the text messages and your dinner plans. Just because you were meeting up with someone who you used to give hickeys to had nothing to do with the dress you wore. 

(it absolutely did but no one had the right to know.)

It started off as just something casual. Stilted awkward conversation as you both tried to remember how to be civil around each other. It came a lot easier to Chan, as always. But you missed this. You missed being in the same space as him and hearing his voice and god Felix was right, you’re so incredibly weak. 

You wanted to try and be friends again so badly. But you were absolutely lying to yourself, big time, because the second that he smiled- that small little smile where he ducks his head and bites at his lip, oh you were gone. 

Currently you’re being pinned to the wall with his tongue down your throat and you can’t really think straight. 

Somehow you went from a casual get together to this. Attacking each other's faces like starving animals who haven’t eaten in weeks. It’d be embarrassing if it weren’t for the way Chan is so clearly feeling the exact same things you are. Your hands are running through his hair and his hands are anchored to your hips, and he still tastes the same. He still makes the same little noises when you drag your teeth along the edge of his jaw. 

It’s so fucking familiar and you already feel like you could drown in it. 

You should probably talk about this. The making out, yes, absolutely, but also the last few months and the texts and him asking to see you out of the blue. It should be talked about, right? Except what would you even say? You’ll just rehash the same things you’ve been saying. You felt ignored and he felt suffocated and you could never find a way to meet in the middle because you’re both stubborn. 

You should say something though, right? Right? 

The press of his hand against the dip of your waist, pulling you closer, has you losing any semblance of what language even is. Words? Who needs them? He’s hooking his other hand behind your knee and hiking it up, guiding you to wrap your leg around him, and really all you can think about is how you aren’t close enough.

You sneak your fingers up under the hem of his shirt, feeling the expanse of his skin, and the sound of the breathiest gasp leaving his lips settles along the curve of your spine. 

“Is this a bad idea?” You ask, once you remember how to use words. 

He stops short, as if he’s just remembered not only did he leave the oven on but he also left incredibly flammable items near it. A little shocked and worried and second guessing. Which, you’re not really sure what sort of reaction you were hoping for but you should have expected this at the least. He’s a chronic over-thinker sometimes. 

It’s fine, it’s cute even. When it’s not annoying you to no end. Sometimes you need his specific brand of cautious energy, a voice helping you recognize when something actually is a terrible idea because you didn’t realize before he pointed it out. Other times, like now, you already know the answer to your own question and you seriously do not need him to answer. It was rhetorical, thank you very much. 

“Um, well- I-” He stumbles over his sentence, breathing hard and face flushed.

“Nevermind, don’t answer that. Just kiss me.” 

Thankfully Bang Chan is very good at going along with your bad ideas. 

You can deal with whatever all of this means after. Right now, the both of you are wearing far too much clothing and you need to fix that immediately. 

#stray kids #skz #stray kids x reader #bang chan x reader #echo writes #I actually had a lot of fun writing this #maybe I'll make a part 2 or write something else if i get inspired! #i promise bang chan is my bias vgkjdfkfjgd

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Study Buddy 2

Warnings: this series will include dark elements which may include bullying, noncon or dubcon, or violent behaviour. Mind the warnings.

Summary: a group project leads to a tense partnership.

Character: Walter Marshall

Big thanks to those who read! Feedback always helps inspire and you know I’m always happy to chat about possibilities! Please reblog and comment ❤️

You breeze through the book to your own surprise. Between your other classes and your part-time gig down at the shop, you make quick work of it. You sit to transcribe the notes you made by hand into the doc as your phone buzzes.

‘Should start writing. I can meet tomorrow.’

The message is as blunt as anything else he’s said to you. Your brief first meeting with Walter still sticks in your head. You look back to the document and see another cursor in the doc. Your words are backspaced and reworded before you. You sigh. It’s going to be one of those projects.

‘Sure. I work til 2. Library?’

You put your phone down again and ignore the edits as you continue to input your notes. You don’t know why you’re doing any of it. He seems intent on doing it all himself.

Buzz. You flip your cell and cup your chin as you read the screen. ‘Can’t make it there. Daughter’s sick. Meet me here.’

Here? As in his home? That’s a lot.

You don't get it. He suggested tomorrow then just as quickly pulls the rug out. It's like every answer you have is wrong.

‘Don't work day after.’

‘Tomorrow after 2 is fine. I'll send address.’

That's it. Even via text, you hear his unbending tone. How can you argue with that punctuation?

You just type OK and leave it be. Maybe you'll get murdered. It would at least be the end of your problems. Of all the group work you’ve ever done, he’s the least compromising person you’ve ever encountered. Usually you’d be happy to let someone else take the lead but something about his demeanour just comes off condescending.

Or maybe that’s your insecurity talking.

You continue your notes in the doc. You notice the other cursor, highlighted green, moving around the page. You try to ignore the changes in real-time being made to your own thoughts. This isn’t going to be easy. At least you’ll be able to say you earned your grade.

💻

It seems a bit reckless to be walking up to stranger’s house. In fact, after reading a thriller about murder, it rings in your head as a very unwise decision. That being said, you have to get this assignment done. It might not be worth your life but what choice do you have?

You compare the house number with the address in your phone. That’s the one. One-half of a faded old duplex. You stride up the narrow walk beside the bushes and climb up the concrete steps. You knock and wait.

You’re exhausted already. You don’t know if you’re ready for this. Work was no fun. It never is. Sorting packages is no glorious deed but it pays.

You wait and go to knock again. The door opens before your knuckles can meet the wood and you nearly rap against the chest of the man behind it. You give a sheepish cringe and rescind your hand.

“Uh, hi,” you utter awkwardly.

“Mm, hey,” Walter responds, “come on.”

He checks his watch as he backs up. It’s almost three. The buses were clogged down in the city’s core and you missed your connection to his neighbourhood. He probably wouldn’t care that you walked two blocks just to make up for the change in commute.

You step inside as he stands against the door. It’s a tight squeeze. You can smell the woodsy hint of his cologne as you brush by him. You stay on the mat and lift your foot to untie your boot with one hand. You waver as he sidles by you and switch feet. You leave the worn treads by the door.

He looks to his left and you see the hooks mounted on the wall, jackets already hung there. You take the hint and put yours with them. You swipe your bag back up and follow him down the entryway and through the second door on your left.

The kitchen is lit with an amber hue, the glass shade of the ceiling light lending a soft tint to the space. He points you to the round table across from the apron of the counter and you claim a chair quietly. You peer around curiously as he marches to the counter.

He doesn’t say a word as he fills a navy blue mug. You bop your foot under the table. You feel like you’re disturbing him but this was his idea.

“Coffee?” He asks. At least he’s kind enough to ask.

“Um, no, thanks,” you wilt out, “I’m all good.”

You reach to your bag to distract yourself. You open up your laptop as you put it on the table. He sits heavily to your right, his cup clunking down onto the wood. He drags over the notebook with loose leaves tucked between the pages.

“You mind typing?” He asks, “I’m no good with the small keys.”

“Sure, uh, let me just open up the notes...” you swirl your fingers around the touchpad as he exhales. Each breath sounds exasperated.

“You’re not one of those,” he wonders, “no coffee? What, you don’t like caffeine?”

“Um, well, I have one coffee in the morning but I don’t drink it after noon or my head hurts.”

“Mmm,” he hums flatly, “too bad.”

He lifts his cup and gulps again, elbows on the table as he hovers the mug between his hands. He seems like that type. No sleep, only coffee. It might explain his general demeanour.

“So, I’ll just make a second doc where we can put our draft,” you explain to another one of his rocky grumbles.

You hear something hoarser from down the hall. Coughing followed by horrid hacking. Then a moan as a door opens.

“Dad,” the thin voice wafts down ahead of the girl. She’s maybe fifteen, a blanket around her shoulders, as her reddened nose offers the only colour in her drawn face, “I need more cough syrup.”

“Faye,” he stands, his cup hitting the table just as harshly as before. “Go back to bed.”

“My head hurts,” she whimpers.

He stalks over to meet her by the fridge, “I know, sweetheart,” his softened tone surprises you, “go lay down and I’ll bring you some tea.” He opens the fridge and takes out a dark brown bottle, “here.” He hands her the syrup and she sniffles. He pats her arm gently, “don’t get me sick, kid.”

Her glazes eyes flit towards you as you sit with your hands over the keyboard. You look away meekly, caught.

“Who’s that, dad?” She asks.

“Schoolwork,” he gives the terse answer, “group project.”

“Oh,” she lets out the single syllable before she devolves back into a coughing fit.

“Lay down,” he demands.

As she retreats, he turns back and crosses to the counter. He flicks on the kettle and faces you, glaring over at you.

“Just a minute,” he says.

“Take your time,” you return gently, “she’s in rough shape.”

“Mm,” he rumbles, “I’m sure she doesn’t mind the time off school.”

#walter marshall #dark walter marshall #dark!walter marshall #walter marshall x reader #night hunter #study buddy #au #series #drabble

[fruitylo0pz]

A New Start pt. 3 (NSFW)

(Part 1 | part 2 if you haven't already read them)

Larissa Weems x fem!Reader

Warnings: smut, NSFW, 18+, angst, sub!Larissa, degradation kink, praise kink, fingering, strap-on, masturbation, cunnilingus

A/N: I am SO sorry this took so long, but I have just had a lot going on and I didn't really feel inspired enough to write. It's not as long as the others, and I'm not entirely happy with it but I loved the support and how much people seem to like this story, and I really enjoy writing it. It has a bit of an angsty and sad ending, though. But hopefully I'll come up with the next part faster this time! I have proofread it, but there might be some mistakes. If so, apologies in advance! Hope you enjoy, and again thank you so much for the love!

Word count: ~2.7k

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It had been three weeks since you heard from Larissa. You saw her in town, but it was as if she was ignoring you and you couldn’t fathom why. The last time she had visited you was like it always was, and you were on good terms when she left. Then, complete silence. You didn’t want to push her, after all she was still married and you didn’t want her to end up in trouble. Luckily, you had another big project at work that kept you occupied and distracted enough not to let it get to you too much, but the evenings were worse. For months, you had been so used to having her near, if only for a few hours and now the bed felt cold and the emptiness filled the entire room. You had just entered the store to get some snacks for a solo movie night when you saw the oh so familiar figure staring at you in complete silence. 

She approached you discreetly, pretending to look for something in your aisle. “I need to talk to you, Y/N. I’m sorry.” her voice was low, and she sounded sad. 

“Come by after you’ve been here if you can. If not, please text me so I don't have to wait up.” you realised that you sounded cold, but you couldn’t help but feel hurt even though hearing her voice made you feel like the first time you had seen her. 

You went home and found yourself anticipating her visit, even if your hopes weren’t that high. Maybe she had met someone else? Maybe her marriage was doing better? The thoughts racing through your head made you agitated and you decided to find a beer when all of a sudden you heard knocking on the front door, and there she was. She just stood there, looking at you with teary eyes.

“Please come in, Larissa. It’s cold.” You grabbed her hand gently, and she followed you without saying a word. “I’ll make you a cup of tea. You look like you’re freezing cold.” You helped her off with her coat and led her to the sofa.

“I am so sorry, Y/N. I’ll tell you everything, I promise.” Her voice was so gentle you could barely hear what she said, but looked at her and nodded. You finished making tea and sat next to her. You kept some distance in case she would feel uncomfortable, and just gave her a questioning look. 

“I should have texted you, at least. I know that. You didn’t do anything wrong and you didn’t upset me. I don’t know what made me pull away, but the thought of leaving you after spending the evening with you always gave me such a heavy heart. It felt so wrong, so I pulled away. It was almost easier that way. I know it isn’t fair.” She started crying, and buried her face in her hands.

You gently rubbed her back and moved closer. “Hey, Larissa. Please don’t be sorry. I knew this wouldn’t be easy when I agreed to this whole thing, and I know what you mean. I have always hated seeing you leave, and I wish you could stay here. In my opinion, it’s where you belong.” You lifted her chin up with your fingers and dried her tears. 

She smiled gently and stroked your cheek. “You are always so understanding, darling. I never deserved you. I am so sorry about just leaving you like that, and ignoring you. It killed me to see you in town and not be able to talk to you. Touch you. Kiss you. Just be near you and feel your warmth.” She continued stroking your cheek, and stared at you with those deep blue eyes. You swore you were swimming in her deepest and most sacred chambers when she looked at you like that, and oh how you had missed it. 

“Come here, let me hold you. I know you can’t stay long, but it will at least make up for our lost time a bit.” She leaned into your arms and rested her head under your chin. You stroked her back and she sighed. You could tell that she already felt safer, warmer and more comfortable by the way she rested her hand on your thigh, just to make sure that you were really there. 

“I have missed this so much. I have missed you so much. When I’m not with you, I don’t feel like myself. It’s like a part of me is missing, and there is no one else that could ever fill that space. You have become so important to me, and it is just as important to me that you know that.” She looked up at you and you smiled at her before kissing her and gave her a reassuring look. 

“I have missed you too, Larissa. So much. And I feel the same way. I never thought I would become this attached to someone as I have become with you. But I also like the feeling, even though I have to miss you every now and then. It makes these moments so much more special.” you stroked her hair and kissed her forehead before wrapping your arms tight around her. 

“Y/N, will you please take me to bed? I have missed your touch so much. I have been thinking about you every night and I need you to use me.” She looked at you with begging eyes, and you nodded before you took her hand and led her to your bedroom.

She leaned down to kiss you and you swiftly opened the zipper on her dress. You wanted to take your time, but you knew she couldn’t stay the night and truthfully you had missed her too much. You skilfully pulled down her dress and unclasped her bra, making her shiver at your touch. You bit her lip and she let out a low moan, making you smile. 

“Be a good girl and lie down and remove your panties for me, Larissa.” You looked at her with a sly look, and the sight of her almost naked body was intoxicating. You stood there staring at her, just drinking in the sight of her body so you could save a mental image of her looking so beautiful on her back for you.

She gave you an innocent look while maintaining eye contact with you, knowing how much it turned you on. “Miss, I have a request, if I may?” She always had a certain seductiveness lurking in her voice, despite sounding soft and gentle whenever she wanted to ask you something in these settings.

“Yes, Larissa?” You stood there looking at her, anticipating her request and you already knew you’d like it. 

“Please let me touch myself for you, miss. I want you to watch me warm myself up for you before you use me.” Her request sent shivers down your spine.She loved touching herself for you, almost as much as you loved watching her. 

“You may touch yourself, darling.” You sat down, impatiently awaiting the show she was about to give you. 

She let her hand wander down from her neck, over her breasts and down her waist. She then spread her legs, and you could already tell how wet she was. Her fingers started circling her clit slowly while her other hand pinched her nipple, making her gasp. Her fingers went faster and her moans got louder. Watching her touch herself like this made you want to take over, but you also enjoyed it when she made herself cum. It reminded you that this is what she looks like when her thoughts wander and she’s not with you. This is what she looks like when she’s touching herself while thinking about you, about the things you do to her. You could tell that she was close by the way her breath started shivering, and she came with a loud moan while bucking her hips. 

“You are such a good girl for me, Larissa. You just love to please me, don’t you?” You moved towards the bed while undressing yourself and she nodded.

“Use your words. You know better than this.” You snarled at her and gave her a stern look.

“Please forgive me, miss. Yes, I love to please you, and I am trying my best to do a good job. I am sorry for slipping up.” She looked away, and you loved it when she showed you that she knows her place in the bedroom. You always treated her with respect, but she would always be submissive to you. 

“That’s better. Now, spread your legs wider for me. Show me how wet you made yourself for me.” You sat down at the end of the bed and watched her spread her legs more. She wanted her to look, and you knew how much she enjoyed it. 

You leaned forward and let your fingers slide up her slit while staring into her eyes. She was desperate for you to use her. Desperate for you to make her yours, as you did over and over again every single time you were together. You slowly slid two fingers in, making her let out a deep groan. You started fucking her slowly, knowing how frustrated it made her. She tried meeting your movements but you stopped enough for her to know that you were in charge of her pleasure. 

“Beg.” You loved hearing her begging, knowing how needy she was for you to pick up the pace.

“Please, miss. Please fuck me harder. Please fuck me until I can’t hold back. I need to feel used like the whore I am for you.” Her voice was shaky and desperate. 

You added another finger and picked up the pace slightly, feeling how her walls clenched around your fingers. She spread her even more, inviting you deeper. You shifted position and started fucking her harder, making her clench the sheets and arch her back. You knew you had hit her magic spot when her breathing got more erratic, her moans got louder and her hands clenched the sheets even harder. 

You smiled to yourself and continued in the same steady pace until she came with a loud scream, clenching even tighter around your fingers. “I’m not done with you yet.” You smiled before you sank down between her legs, kissing her inner thigh before your tongue started circling her clit. Usually, you loved taking your time with her, torturing her before you devoured her, but you were so starved of her taste you couldn’t wait. You lapped up her arousal and she was already moaning uncontrollably. Her taste was so intoxicating, making you feel like you could never get enough of her. You could feel how she was so wet it was running from her, and you let your tongue slide up her slit to take in even more of her. You grabbed her thighs and pulled herself closer, holding her still as she started to squirm. Your tongue worked faster and harder when you realised she was getting closer and she suddenly came, sending yet another warm wave of arousal into your mouth. You eagerly licked it up, knowing she would cum again if you continued like this. She whimpered as she came again, but you knew you needed more. You let her calm down while you got up and walked over to the drawer.

She knew what was coming and she had learned exactly what to do. You picked up the harness and fastened it, and as you turned around she had already turned around and was on all fours, facing the headboard.

“You know your place so well, Larissa. You are such a good slut for me.” You positioned yourself behind her, teasing her with the strap. You spanked her as she tried to push herself onto it, once again reminding her that she is in no way in charge here. After teasing her, you slipped it in slowly, letting her adjust to it. She let out the most delicious moan you had ever heard as you bottomed her out, and you started thrusting harder. You grabbed her hips and she gasped when you started fucking her deeper. 

“Oh, I-I love feeling so used, miss. You feel so good inside me.” Her voice sounded even more needy, and you loved that you had brought out this dirty side of this otherwise sophisticated and upper class lady. You continued fucking her raw, hard and deep, making her moan out loud with every thrust. You knew she was close so you maintained the same pace until you tipped her over the edge and she threw her head back in an explosive orgasm making her collapse on the bed. You pulled out and leaned forward to kiss her shoulder.

“Just stay here, darling. I’ll clean you up.” You went to the bathroom to fetch a warm washcloth and gently cleaned her up. She was still collapsed on the bed and you chuckled before kissing her. 

“You really wear me out, and I love every second of it, Y/N. You make me feel so good.” She looked at you and blushed. You knew she meant it, and that meant the world to you. It secretly killed you that she couldn’t stay, but you valued every second you got to spend with her. 

“I’d do it every night if I could, Larissa. You’re a goddess, and I’d worship you every second of every day if I could.” You kissed her and gently caressed her cheek. A small touch or a simple kiss on the forehead meant the world to her, you knew that by the way she would always smile afterwards. 

She started getting dressed, and the moment you always dreaded was here. You both knew it was coming and you didn’t speak of it. It had to be like this, but you chose not to ask her to stay because you know it also made it harder for her. You put on a pair of pyjamas and gave her a gentle smile, reminding her that you’d be exactly where you are waiting for her. You always did this to reassure her, to make her feel less bad about leaving because she disliked it just as much as you. You followed her downstairs and helped her with her coat. You stood there just staring into each other's eyes, wishing it didn’t have to be like this.

“Thank you for tonight, Larissa. Thank you for spending the evening with me. It has been wonderful, and I can’t wait to see you again.” You kissed her hand and she leaned down to give you one last kiss for the evening.

“I’ll try to keep in touch, Y/N. I won’t let this happen again, I can’t stand missing you like I did these last few weeks.” She gave you a gentle smile before opening the door. 

You both stood there in shock when you saw him. Completely paralysed, unable to speak or think. 

“I was hoping the rumours weren’t true, but I should have known. Do you have any idea what this will do to my reputation? You know damn well how important I am in this town. You’re coming with me now. Our marriage might not be perfect, but I won’t let an affair ruin my image.” Her husband was furious. You were afraid he might harm her, but she looked at you to reassure you. You knew you couldn’t stop this no matter what you did. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I’m so sorry.” She turned around and walked to his car. She got in, and they left. You felt sick to your stomach. How the hell did he find out? You had been careful. You always made sure no one saw anything, but someone must have seen you. It was as if your heart sank. Your chest felt heavy, yet empty at the same time. It felt so tight, you could barely breathe and you just sank to the floor. Now that you finally got her back, even if it was just after a few weeks away from her. You couldn’t stand the idea of losing her. Not now. Not her. Would you never see Larissa again? Was this how it would end?

#larissa weems x y/n #Larissa weems x reader #larissa weems x you #larissa weems smut #larissa weems fanfic #f!reader #wlw #principal weems x you #gwendoline christie

[thepetesimp]

Fic Ask Game: Favorite Fic Lines

Hello people. So, I got some sudden inspiration for this little game, which goes hand in hand with the KinnPorsche Fanfic Comment Event a little bit, in my opinion: Share the lines of fics that have brought a big emotional reaction out of you. It can be anything, from sadness to happiness to horniness to anything in between. Lines that have stayed with you, no matter how long ago you read the fic. I believe our writers deserve a little praise in these trying times, don't you think? So, for me, some of them are the following: 1) "The rib hurts so much more now that someone else knows about it." - drank every scar, by @ginnymoonbeam - Tbh, I'd have to put the whole fic in here, but this is the line I tend to think of whenever the fic comes to mind. Rereading it now to find the line made my eyes water, it's so fucking visceral and perfect and I love it so much. Once again, thank you so, SO much for writing it and sharing it with the world ❤️ 2) "Vegas’ violence is unpredictable, painfully personal, and utterly, tragically ineffectual.

Pete forgives him all of it." - Civil Hands, by @ameliarating - I can't count the times I went feral over both Civil Hands and Deep Dive. As a fan of Pete, both of those fics mean the world to me, and this specific line has been on my mind since the moment I read it. I love how it showcases Vegas' effect on Pete's worldview, how Vegas made him break his own rules, and how he came to accept it, because it's him. Incredible writing, I love it so fucking much❤️ 3) "He’d rather be marked as disposable, he’d realized, than erased as invisible.

There was something bitter about realizing that he’d been both." - Once You Are Real, by @veliseraptor - Lise chose this for the summary and it's such a perfect choice. I think it's the reason I chose to read the fic in the first place. I am very emotional when it comes to the concept of Pete finding out he was forgotten, and this fic does an amazing job with it. I keep returning to it a lot, I love it to death. Painful in it's brilliance, I can't recommend it enough. 4) "“I don’t know,” Pete said unsteadily. “I don’t know. How could I know what that feels like? I’m not that kind of person.” He pulled against Vegas’s grip, and got nowhere. “You make my teeth ache. You make the world bright, like it’s real. It hurts. It’s hurt since I met you, but that means I can never forget I’m alive." - even the clearest water, by @luckydicekirby What a fic. The concept, the lines, the execution, it all deserves praise until the end of time. Pete's answer to Vegas' "Do you love me?" will always remain in my head as one of the best things VP-related I've ever read and ever will read in my life. I loved this so fucking much, I will never get over it ❤️ 5) "“And now you have nothing,” Kinn says. “As I said, a dumb move.”

“Wrong again,” Vegas says. “I now have something you don’t.”

“Oh?” Kinn doesn’t hide the way he rolls his eyes. “Massive hospital bills? Bed sores?”

“Happiness.”" - Your Power Over Me, by @wisteria-daydreamer - A very special shout out to my lovely friend who's written one of my favorite Kinn&Vegas fics I've ever had the pleasure to read. When this line came, I literally gasped out loud, it left me speechless. The way Kinn's POV is written was marvelous and the whole conversation he had with Vegas was incredible. Check it out if you crave some good Kinn&Vegas fics, it's very, very good. Disclaimer: I have so many fics and authors I love and I've made that clear to both them and my followers in the past. My brain could only handle doing 5 for this, but I absolutely have more than 5 that I'm obsessed with. Maybe one day I'll do a Part 2, I'll see how it goes in the future. No pressure tagging all the following lovely people, besides the writers that have already been tagged: @wretchedamaranth, @xpi-x-elx, @fleet-off, @lu-sn, @suzteel, @tsttoain, @thisautistic, @theoldastronomer, @vegaseatsass, @adanima, @kissporsche, @raksh-writes, @nyxelestia, @yourknightofrage, @mightymightygnomepriest, @justanothervariant, @justfionn and anyone else who wants to share the love for their fave fics and authors. You can do 5 or 10 or 100, there's no limit at all ❤️❤️

#Idk how this even came to mind but I love spreading appreciation for the people who have given me so many feels so here we go #No reason necessary tbh #I can't wait to see what people will share <33 #kinnporche the series #fanfic writing #writers asks

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

I’m probably in the minority here but I’m so easily satisfied by this show. Whenever I see critical posts of the show (that offer valid takes, not talking about straight up hate posts) I’m just sort of like “huh ok I didn’t think of that. moving on.”

generally I’m pretty positive about whatever I watch unless it’s total trash and no care put into it. maybe a flaw of mine but idc. I had a great time with season 2 and maybe there are a few things I might have liked if they were different but I can’t bring myself to dwell on those things for more than like 30 seconds because I had so much fun with everything else.

I will say that the worst part of the season is definitely Izzy but I care so little about him that it did not affect my enjoyment of the story whatsoever.

I see stede and ed kiss and I’m like hmm yes absolutely genius writing right here

Hey, there is absolutely nothing wrong with just pure satisfaction from the show (and any show really). I love analysing stuff, but I'm the same way, I see Stede and Ed kiss and the part of my brain that triggers dopamine is just like "NOICE". I literally have spent the last several months doing my best to do ANYTHING ELSE (you know like.. job, family, whatever) but think about them kissing, or generally them just being them. I would say I'm very easily satisfied with this show too just by the vast majority of stuff I can get out of it depending on my mood-- and I think that's what so great about it. You can have fun with it whether you wanna dig deep or just bask in the awesomeness of it all.

Gay pirates? Check.

Hot leads? Check.

Diverse Cast and Characters? Check

Always something new and exciting to be analysed down to the second? Check.

Ability to turn it on and smile at every fucking scene just because it's gorgeous or mah boys are kissing? Check

Inspires people to create awesome art and smutty fics? Check

Real fucking relationship problems between queer people that end up happy? Check.

Sometimes I turn it on and just watch the Ed and Stede kissing scenes because it makes me smile. I don't need to think about anything, I can just look at their little goofy ass grins, and their pure love and just fucking live in it for a while.

I have to say too-- I LOVE that you generally have positive experiences with what you watch. I tend to find the good things in just about anything (unless its like crazy offensive somehow) and it's nice to just enjoy stuff, ya know?

ALSO SIDE NOTE: I appreciate you reaching out and chatting! I love reading your recommended fics and posts just fyi <3 DM me sometime if you ever wanna chat!

Speaking of the two babygirls kissing... I'll just be sitting here staring at them for a bit.

#ofmd #our flag means death #asks #asks love #edward teach and stede bonnet snogging because fuck yes I need it

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MASTERLIST: SCENARIOS & FANFICS (ONE PIECE VER.)

CATEGORIES

Fem!Reader Short/Longfics 🪼

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Fem!Reader One-Shots 🪼

<empty yet>

Character x Character 🪼

<empty yet>

Bf Headcanons 🪼

Caesar Clown♡

Charlotte Katakuri♡

Donquixote Doflamingo♡ (coming soon)

Donquixote Rosinante♡

Enel♡

Monkey D. Luffy♡

Portgas D. Ace part. 1 ♡ / Portgas D. Ace part. 2 ♡

Roronoa Zoro♡

Trafalgar Law♡

Vinsmoke Ichiji♡

Vinsmoke Niji♡

Vinsmoke Sanji♡

Vinsmoke Yonji♡

RULES

1. I don't usually accept requests, because I can only write if I have my own inspiration. So, DON'T rush me or keep demanding something from me (please, I lovely kindly ask). But my question box is open for any ideas.

2. Please don't ask me for disgusting themed stories. I do NSFW, but as long as it doesn't involve some gross stuff I don't even need to talk about (I'm not talking about NCS or anything like that, but about really gross stuff).

3. Don't get your hopes up on character x character stories written by me. If there are any, they will be rare exceptions, as I'm generally not a big fan of this type of writing (except in some VERY specific cases). And I can probably only write that kind with Nico Robin.

4. I can't write (which includes mostly NSFW) about these characters: Franky, Brook, Jinbe, Tony Tony Chopper, Trebol, Señor Pink, Buffalo, Shiryu, and countless other characters, most of which in this extensive list include a few minor characters or extras.

5. Definitely NOT (for now): Franky, Brook, Jinbe, Tony Tony Chopper, Trebol, Señor Pink, Buffalo, Shiryu, Machvise, Lucky Roux, etc...

6. I kindly ask you not to ask me for fanfics Frobin (Franky + Robin) or Jinbin (Jinbe + Robin), I just hate those two ships, but I respect your opinion if you like it. Anyway, I will forever be Zorobin (Zoro + Robin) and Lawbin (Law + Robin), and I can write about them with great pleasure.

DO NOT ask me for!

1. As I already mentioned, stories involving disgusting stuff.

2. Stories involving incest, necrophilia, cannibalism, cruelty to animals, and other terrible things like that. Please don't ask me for this!

3. Stories with racist, bigoted, homophobic, xenophobic themes, these terrible things...

4. OOC characters and stories set in the real world. I just manage to write just for the OP world. Of course, I can open exceptions from time to time, but I don't guarantee anything.

5. Fanfics with male!reader or gn!reader (okay, maybe someday I might try it?! but for now it doesn't work, and it's simply bcs I can't write for that type).

6. Stories for non-binary people (I'm sorry, I'm serious, I just can't write for non-binary people). I swear I already tried it, but it was just awful. So, for now, that's my decision.

7. Character x Character stories (I've only managed one so far, with Nico Robin — and she's just the only one I've felt good doing it with).

8. Fanfics with LGBTQIA+ themes (I'm really sorry, but I can't. Especially those involving characters like Zoro, Law, Doflamingo, Rosinante, Eustass Kid, etc... It just doesn't come out of there). But I can do things like that between women (orange/lesbians).

WHAT CAN I DO?

1. Yes, I can mix races and write reader with fishmen, minks or something else.

2. NSFW content (I definitely can and want to, once I have good development in the stories of course).

3. I can also do size kink, I just don't make it if that will be with characters like Whitebeard, Kaido, Blackbeard, Bartholomew Kuma and others like them...

WARNINGS

1. English IS NOT my first language and I'm not fluent in it. Therefore, I write the stories in my native language, and then I translate them with the help of Google Translate. Any spelling errors should be explained by this.

2. My blog is NOT FREE from spoilers, +18 content, dark content and things that might make you feel a little uncomfortable maybe (like angst, NCS, etc...).

3. This blog is focused on One Piece, but I still don't know if I'll gather all my stories from different animes and doramas here, or if I'll create a secondary blog for that.

Now, I'm going to create a “list” of characters and the appropriate colors inserted will define whether or not I can write about them.

Color Green — I definitely CAN write about this character.

Color Red — I definitely CANNOT write about this character. At least not these days.

Color Orange — Maybe I can and maybe I can't write about this character. And it is very likely that there will be regulations for this.

Color Purple — These are my favorites characters to write about.

Color Pink — Just Fluffy.

Color Blue — I can definitely write about this character. But there will be PROBABLY little or no fluffy/romance and it will likely be +18 Only.

Akainu. Alvida. Aokiji. Arlong. Bartholomew Kuma. Bartolomeo. Bellamy. Boa Hancock. Brook. Buggy. Caesar Clown. Capone Bege. Camie. Carrot. Cavendish. Crocodile. Diamante. Donquixote Doflamingo. Donquixote Rosinante “Corazon”. Dracule Mihawk. Enel. Franky. Hody Jones. Inuarashi. Izo. Jewelry Bonney. Jinbe. Kikunojo. Kizaru. Koala. Marco. Marshall D. Teach “Blackbeard”. Monkey D. Dragon. Monkey D. Luffy. Nami. Nekomamushi. Nico Robin. Nojiko. Paulie. Pedro. Perona. Portgas D. Ace. Rebecca. Rob Lucci. Roronoa Zoro. Sabo. Shanks. Shirahoshi. Silvers Rayleigh. Smoker. Tashigi. Tony Tony Chopper. Trafalgar D. Water Law. Tsuru (Young Prime). Usopp. Vinsmoke Ichiji. Vinsmoke Niji. Vinsmoke Reiju. Vinsmoke Sanji. Vinsmoke Yonji. Viola. Wadatsumi. Yamato. Zeff.

Where can you find me?

Ao3

Discord

DISQUS

Quotev

Reddit

Social Spirit

Tumblr

Twitter

Wattpad

#one piece #anime #masterlist #one piece scenarios #fanfic

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Writer Q&A Tag Game

thank you for the tag @clairelsonao3!! you're lovely.

1. What motivates you to write?

The stories themselves. If I get inspired and like the premise, I'll write it down. From there, my passion for stories will take over and tell the story and expand upon the characters.

2. A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

From the first chapter of my fanfic ysbwm; This place he’s in is a different world than the one he knows. There are so many flashing lights popping out of the building, constantly moving. The cars are shaped differently and drive on a painted street at amazing speeds. These buildings, like the one Steve just ran out of, are so much taller and sleeker than what he’s used to seeing. He gapes and haltingly spins around, letting his eyes flit around him and be momentarily captivated by the movement.

3. Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

At the moment, Theodore, from Scars of Duty. Writing a villain character is so interesting to me, especially since their character is going to change throughout the novel and series. I'm not the greatest at making ocs and I haven't purposely written a character like this before so this is a challenge that im excited to take on!

4. What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

Brainstorming. It's a love-hate relationship though lol. I love gathering all the stuff that inspired me and organizing it though so it's both worth it in the end and satisfying. Lately I found a template/organizer for the Notion app for my writing and I'm so excited about my projects now!!

5. What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Honestly I'm not sure. I would say research and potentially preparation.

6. What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I love the tag games!! I love seeing what people wrote and learning about them and then being able pay it forwards for others!

7. A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

Tumblr, with it's endless quantities of prompts and the short stories that people write on here. I love it. I also starting using both Grammarly and ProWritingAid to correct my grammar after me being in denial for ages about needing them. Very useful for the editing process.

8. A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

Oooh my favorite piece of worldbuilding i like is from Scars of Duty but it's a huge spoiler so I better not say it haha. My second favorite is from Nova Futurum and it's the underground community's culture. One thing I've noticed when I was living in a lower-income neighborhood is the sense of community and how that can influence not only social interactions but also things like crime. People look out for each other and care about each other and will help each other get to better places, to the best of their abilities. And in my new neighborhood, in a different part of the city, it's entirely different. More money = more socially/emotionally distant. I barely know anyone and the weight of others' opinions matter more. It's interesting to me and I definitely will add this to Nova Futurum.

9. What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

Read other people's writings in a genre that you are NOT trying to write in. It doesn't have to be any particular style of literature, but something different enough from what you're working on. This way you can get inspired or even just have a break from the genre and get refreshed. It can get exhausting reading for research or inspiration.

10. Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

@tea-and-mercury, @leisoree, @ruinmegently, and @janec23 are my biggest supporters and i adore their work. to name a few more people with amazing work: @scribbling-stardust, @halfbit, @hallwriteblr, @repressed-and-depressed, & @fire-but-ashes-too

tagging those people above and no pressure tagging: @ntzsche9, @writingmargo, @mthollowell-writes, @wingedcatastrophe, & @lostpasswordreturning.

#tag game #writing #excerpt #writeblr #wip: nova futurum

[peachymilkandcream]

Break Me Slowly|Part 24|Yandere Levi x Evelyn

(A/N: It's crazy to think that chapters running alongside the show are going to end soon since we only have two more episodes of season 4 part 2 and then the two specials, one chapter per special (hopefully). This series really is coming to an end and it's so bitter sweet to be honest. Now that's not to say I'll be done with these two, I have two AUs I plan on making full series' eventually (inspired by your guys' requests actually) as well as oneshots. But there is a sense of completion knowing this series I've wanted to write for years is actually a thing that people can go read and enjoy. Thank you guys for all your support, and there will be a poll shortly to determine the next series we do. Comment to be added to the taglist!)

WARNINGS: noncon, dubcon, manipulation, domestic abuse, yandere themes, forced marriage, forced pregnancy, stockholm syndrome, violence, mind breaking, misogyny, etc.

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Evelyn was unable to meet Levi's gaze the moment they were left alone. Everyone else was planning for their attack on the Jeagerists, forcing the husband and wife into an uncomfortable silence. Or rather, it was Evelyn who found the silence uncomfortable. As per usual Levi didn't find positions like this awkward or tense, in fact he reveled in seeing her squirm. He was sizing her up yet again, waiting for her to screw up and show him all of her true and embarrassing feelings.

"So it seems my wife loves me after all."

"I bet in this state you couldn't stop a blanket from smothering you."

"I have this gut feeling you wouldn't do that."

"You want to try your luck?" Her fists clenched.

He shrugs haphazardly. "Maybe I am."

Her hands tighten around a folded blanket, he always did this, she would find herself getting along with him and seeing him as something more than an asshole and then he pulled this shit. She should do humanity a favor and take every ounce of life from his chest. But she couldn't do it. She couldn't do it.

"You're right. I won't."

"That's what I thought." Levi pauses. "So why did you defend me. You could have spilled your guts and I bet they would have backed you up all the way."

"I told you, I need you. I doubt Reiner has enough money or reputation hidden in the now flattened Marley to raise a child. You have more than I ever could offer, I already told you all of this though. Is there a need to keep bringing it up besides to torment me?"

"Maybe I enjoy tormenting you. After the shit you've put me through you could use a taste of your own medicine."

"After all I put you through huh. Listen Levi, we don't have to like each other, we just have to get along. For our child's sake."

"How long did you know before you told me. You never said."

"They had me take a test in Marley, wanting to make sure they didn't have more problems to deal with I guess They told me right after."

"And you didn't think to tell me sooner?"

"Cleaning up a body didn't seem an appropriate time dear."

"That's the other thing I can't wrap my head around. You've killed, but only long after you witnessed me do the same thing. Why didn't you use that as your ticket out."

"I don't know. Part of me almost felt a sense of safety, as sick as that sounds. I knew that no matter what you'd be able to protect me from someone worse than you. And then when things got too much-" She sighs. "I see why you do what you do. All my stress, gone. That's all it took."

"It seems I was right about a lot of things."

"Hm." She doesn't give a full answer, but there would be time for that eventually.

"Evelyn, are you ready?" Mikasa breaks their silence, it was up to Evelyn to try and convince Floch to let out the mechanics. Since in the Jeagerists' minds she helped start The Rumbling they trusted her. She was almost as respected as Eren himself. This would be it, this would be her moment, finally she wouldn't be a coward.

"Ready." She stands, glancing back at Levi and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I'll be back soon." She brushes a hand through his hair before following Mikasa.

As the two rejoin the others Mikasa glances at Evelyn out of the corner of her eye. "You two seem to be on good terms."

"Hm? It's nothing."

They go into a brief silence before Mikasa breaks it. "I know you're my superior, but you've been there for all of us, you know we're here for you too."

Smiles had become rare to Evelyn's face as of late, but now she shows one. She cared for these Scouts like they were her children. "I know Mikasa. Listen, when this is all over I'll invite everyone over and we can all catch up, okay? I know I've been missing in action lately, but I promise I'll make it up to you guys."

Mikasa doesn't return her smile but nods approvingly. "Eren too?"

"Eren too."

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Evelyn never really learned how to handle her nerves, Levi could look death in the face and never bat an eye but she wasn't so strong. She was human. So the thought of facing Floch and trying to sell this lie was terrifying. How Reiner and Annie could go for years getting people to believe their stories she didn't know. But if she made it out of this she'd surely see them in a new light.

She was permitted to enter without question, everyone wondering how on earth she had survived the Cart Titan and where she had been. Relief flashed the faces of those so deluded into thinking what Eren was doing was morally acceptable. The sight twisted her stomach with guilt.

Floch had never looked so smug, like he was king of the world lording power over the Azumabitos. With the way he eyed her now her suspicions seemed a bit more founded, part of her wondered if Floch had it in his mind that they could become an item, not out of romantic feelings but pure political gain. After all, he believed Levi was dead and surely he wanted a way to secure his rightful place at Eren's side. Unfortunately for him, she found him revolting.

"What happened to you? We all saw you get eaten by the Cart, we're so happy you're alive." He hugs her, and she has to fight back the urge to cringe, Floch always described himself as a "nice guy" and Evelyn had come to learn that anyone who described themselves as nice were never all that nice.

"The Cart and Armoured believed that I was still on their side but had been kidnapped. They were trying to rescue me, but when I told them the truth of my allegiance they fled, which way they went I'm not sure. They took me to the middle of no where and I had to walk back, I was too exhausted to transform so I was stuck on foot." She felt a slight relief when he released her, greatly unappreciative of him believing he could take liberties with invading her personal space.

"Well you're safe now." He turns away and to the Azumabito engineers. "To catch you up, we've purged the enemies of Eldia, and I was just about to do so with these foreigners."

"What happened to Commander Erwin?"

"He's still alive, he'll draw Hange out of her hiding spot, but he's secured enough that she'll have a hell of time getting him out. And once we have her too and confirm Levi's death both of those traitors will join them."

"Very efficient Floch." She forces her tone to remain even.

Floch nods in appreciation and raises the barrel of the gun to Kiyomi Azumabito's head, just before Evelyn steps in to stop him Armin's voice comes from outside, mercifully making Floch step back.

Catching Kiyomi's eye Evelyn offers a subtle wink to let her know that the situation is under control, but whether she understood or not was something she couldn't worry about right now.

Armin explains their fabricated scenario regarding the Cart and Armoured Titan, urging Floch to take action and release the engineers before running off to secure the boat.

Floch steps back and seems to hesitate, unsure of whether to believe Armin or not.

"What are you doing Floch, you heard him we have no time to lose!" Evelyn prayed her fake panic sounded convincing enough.

"Something just isn't adding up."

"Like what-" She hid her hands behind her back so he wouldn't see how they trembled.

"The locomotive is the fastest way to get here and yet they came on horseback knowing the Cart was ahead of them. Why would they do that...?"

"Maybe they just panicked?" She offers sheepishly.

"Armin would never panic." He paces back and forth, thinking, drawing out the sweat on Evelyn's forehead as she prayed he would stop questioning it and let them come down. "My gut tells me this is trouble, so it's time to nip some buds." He poised his gun at the head of Kiyomi's head, forcing Evelyn into action.

Shots fired as she pushed him down. He was big than she was but growing up in the Underground where you learned how to hold your own against grown men as a child he was no challenge at all. Other soldiers rushed into the room to see what they problem was, guns trained on Evelyn but hesitant to fire.

"Idiots, quit standing there and blow her away!"

Before they had an opportunity to follow through on these orders Mikasa crashed through the window, stunning the soldiers and throwing them to the ground like ragdolls, her timing couldn't have been more perfect.

"Kiyomi run!"

The sudden movement of the Azumabitos fleeing to safety caused Evelyn to lose her focus momentarily, which proved to be a fatal mistake.

Using his gear, Floch propelled himself out from under her and through the already broken window, swinging high above the building.

"We're under attack! Mikasa, Evelyn, Connie and Armin have switched sides! They've betrayed Eldia! Kill them!"

It seemed the entire base froze still, former comrades unable to believe what they had just heard. But they quickly sprung into action, firing on their former friends, determined to wipe them out for the good of humanity.

Mikasa and Evelyn switched into gear, leading the engineers to safety and away from the reign of bullets. The basement would be the safest until Reiner and Annie could get the port under control.

The plan had failed.

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The engineers safely in the capable hands of Hange, Jean and Magath, Evelyn and Mikasa focused their efforts one protecting those boarding the ship. Slaughtering Jeagerists, too many Jeagerists. Too many friends. All cut down because of greed.

The Titans in play taking too much damage to the the thunder spears, she had to do something. Without the Titans they'd never win this fight, she had to act now.

Without a second thought she dived off the building, biting deep down into her wrist, light surrounding her as the familiar body built around her.

Evelyn rarely used her Titan, afraid of the damage she could accidentally cause to innocents, but now wasn't the time for caution and morality. It was the time for action.

This was it was easier, swatting down those she used to command and fight alongside was easier when it was from this distance. Their faces weren't as close, she could see into their eyes as the life faded from them. A hailstorm of bullets and thunder spears reigned down on her, she was taking damage and fast. There was a chance she could die here, there was no Levi to save her. But it was worth it, it was all worth it to atone for the deaths she had caused.

When all hope seemed to be lost they rallied, slaying all those who opposed them and filling the sea with blood. What felt like an eternity passed before they were given the signal to board the ship. Never was she so relieved to leave that wretched body she had been cursed with.

When they finally sailed off she could breathe a sigh of relief. She felt like a slight bit of her guilt left, she wasn't as much of a horrid monster that she had been hours before. Maybe there was redemption for her cowardice after all.

Paradis faded into the distance, their send off a display of fire and light due to Magath's brave sacrifice. So many had given their hearts and souls because of her mistakes, but she would avenge them, she would avenge all of them.

She would pay for her sins, their sacrifices would not be in vain.

#break me slowly #levi x oc #attack on titan #levi ackerman #levi aot #levi x reader #shingeki no kyojin #yandere levi #yandere levi ackerman #yandere levi x reader

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Writer Q&A Tag

Full disclosure, this is my second attempt at writing this tag. After I was mentioned by @mthollowell-writes I started filling in the questions with the enthusiasm I usually show for these kinds of things. Then, I actually double-checked the post and discovered I was not tagged, but rather mentioned as an inspiration. This flustered me to the point where I plain forgot to read the next line encouraging those tagged in this way to participate as well, and so, not wanting to be gauche, I deleted the post-to-be. Now I know better, and found the whole thing humorous enough to share, so good on me, I say. Q&A below the cut

1)What motivates you to write?

Writing just makes me happy. I might hem and haw about the obscure pain of trying to nail my thoughts to the page, as well as the sheer nightmare that is editing the result, but the truth of the matter is that writing lets me be a happier person. Part of it is no doubt that it allows me to unload one of the several stories I've got rolling around in my head at any given time, and part of it is that I just enjoy the process of it, forming formless thoughts into linear sentences and linear sentences into more or less coherent paragraphs,and so on.

2) A line/short snippet of your writing that you are most proud/happy of. If not maybe share a line of someone else's work you love (just please credit them)

The description of Jake's first impressions of 13 sticks with me. I can't quite decide if I think it's good or if I just think it's good-shaped, but it'll do for this example.

There was something with the pensive look in the eyes of the strange young man that just drew out the similes. His eyes weren’t blue, they were like a perfect sky; His hair wasn’t blond and tightly cropped, it was like freshly harvested wheat; His cloak was not over-sized and ill-fitting, it was like an immaterial fog swathing his delicate form. Perhaps the young man could not be comprehended otherwise, at least Jake couldn’t.

3) Which OC makes you smile every time you think/talk about them and what are they like?

I am very fond of the main couple of my book, Jake and 13. There's just something about the slow but inexorable and unashamed way these two grow to rely on each other that really works for me. They both have good cause to be cynical about the world and everything in it, but despite this, there's something about how they are together that allows them to be vulnerable and gentle with each other, and that's the kind of thing that makes me smile.

4) What process of writing do you enjoy the most?

I love the drafting process. Getting words on the page in the form they're supposed to have just fills me with energy, and every time I add a detail that flourishes into a whole subplot or important worldbuilding detail I feel an incredible level of mastery that just fills me with energy. That's not an everyday occurrence, to be clear, but a couple of times per draft I'll get into the "wait, what does that bit I added on a whim imply exactly"-headspace, and often that leads to the discovery of something neat!

5) What part of writing do you think you are the best at? (Yes stroke your own ego it's okay)

Oh, now this is hard for me. Not because I don't know what to say, but because anything that might constitute bragging is just difficult for my brain to handle. That said, I think I'm really strong on structure and plot, thinking about characters and their struggles and development in terms of part of an overarching story just comes naturally to me and I enjoy working on that scale.

6) What is something in the writeblr community is most enjoyable?

I honestly just love the very specific kind of commiseration writers show to each other, and Writeblr captures it perfectly. There's just something refreshing about posting something like "got distracted from writing by worldbuilding, got distracted from worldbuilding by research about Parisian sewers through history" or whatever and have people popping up like "Oh if I had a dollar every time that happened."

7) A writing tool/device you use that helps you with writing? (It could be speech to text, a writing program etc)

I'm a Scrivener boy, and I must say a couple of features of that program help my writing a sizable amount. I enjoy how it's offline and not integrated or associated with any level of AI fuckery on any detectable level. The way it organizes your manuscript on a chapter-chapter level and the chapters on a scene-scene level has also been very useful for getting nitpicky with the structure, in addition to finally getting me to organize my writing into chapters which I had dragged my feet on for months at that point.

8) A piece of worldbuilding that you like in your own story? (It could be the magic system, a particular place in the story, a law etc)

I just got done writing up a lengthy summary of The Coal Wars that set the stage for my setting, so while I hatelove it on the level I hatelove most of my ideas, it'll be my pick for this. In short, the city the story takes place in isn't commonly referred to by name because the name it used to have, Imil, is so closely related to the name of the empire it used to be the capital of, Imelia. Imelia was an expansionist maritime empire that maintained colonies and suzerainties all over the world until its chief colony Pelia declared independence after a series of unpopular taxes were levied against them along with the kind of draconic control that an empire might employ against its subjects. This declaration led to a spreading wildfire of requests and demands for emancipation from Imelia's other colonies.

Long story short, Imelia declared war on all of them in an act of imperial hubris. Because control of coal production was such a big deal for the Imelian empire's steampunk technology, these wars were known as The Coal Wars. These wars ended up bankrupting Imelia, and with the hereditary line of emperors cut off with the last empress' death, the whole nation was at a perilous tipping point.

What ultimately decided the fate of the empire was a bunch of the government's debtors and creditors banding together and deciding to repossess the imperial palace, which led to a scuffle between the debtors' private security and the remaining government and their loyalists that saw the last government of Imelia fall in a rather ignoble way. Not wanting to get into the mess of inheriting Imelia's many problems by claiming the throne, the debtors declared the nation of Imelia defunct and went back to their business consolidating industrial and real estate holdings while their security and private military forces maintained a sort of peace in the city.

9) What piece of advice would you say to encourage others to write if they are having a rough patch?

If you are like me and writing in and of itself brings you joy, try to find little moments of calm or clarity to write a bit. Doesn't have to be much. Just fiddling with some sentences or correcting obvious mistakes in your text can be enough to keep your writing fresh in your mind until better days come along.

If you're less energized by the act of writing itself and it's an actual drain on you, I recommend you to not worry about it. Take a break. Rest. Maybe read or watch some fiction, go see some friends, and live whatever slice of life you can in your current state. It might not seem like it, but this is a vital part of writing as well, since you need a steady stream of impressions and thoughts and feelings to fuel your writing, in addition to needing them to live a fulfilling life of course.

10) Tag some people whose works you love/have been your biggest supporters

I should be way better at reading other writeblrs stuff honestly. There's some good stuff in here. That said, I do enjoy reading up on @stesierra multitude of projects and @dyrewrites' dark, wicked, and delightful Pale Blood. I also have a longer list of people I just like seeing pop up. In no particular order: @anxious-andconfused @starbuds-and-rosedust @words-after-midnight @holdmyteaplease @teacupsandstarlight @ettawritesnstudies @simonambroise @writingamongther0ses @leisoree @wrenofthewords @isabellebissonrouthier @rickie-the-storyteller @robin-writes-a-lot @scifimagpie and of course @mthollowell-writes

Everybody mentioned above can consider themselves tagged in this. I also wouldn't mind getting to know the following people a mite better: @maskedemerald @deadhunter-series @your-absent-father and @unspokenvastlywritten

#writing #writeblr #hearts in clockwork #peebs thinks #the clockwork boy

[sorcerous-caress]

sorry if this is annoying but why don’t you like astarion?

Hey it's alright, it doesn't sound annoying and I'm happy to answer.

I like Astarion, I actually love Astarion a lot. He was the sole reason I bought the game in early access and learned DnD mechanics, i have never played a game like Baldur's Gate 3 before.

A detailed overview below bc I love talking.

I saw a tiktok, thought he looked hot and he is an elf that's a bonus and I installed the game thinking it will like the witcher where you waltz around sleeping with any hot person.

I was severally wrong. I was so blind to his manipulation ingame at the first act because I was too focused on sleeping with him. And when act 2 came and he confessed how he truly felt, It was like a waking up slap to the face.

But i managed to move on yk? Bury it and keep playing the game. Part of me still hoped there will be some hot scenes in the future and this is just a stepping stone.

Again, I was very wrong. When the Cazador fight came and Astarion had to face all the people in the cages, when he tells you that you would've just as easily been one of them. It made me leave the game, stop playing for a week despite how big the hype was since I was at the end of it.

I just felt disgusted with myself, it made me feel very uncomfortable how I used to precive him, how he encouraged it. Especially since I resonated with his storyline, I myself have been in a relationship where someone only used me for sex, it hit deeper to home than I could've imagined.

Which is why I don't do nsfw requests of him, it feels too inappropriate. The wound is still fresh and I can't do it without sacrificing my self respect because of how I saw myself in Astarion.

His ascended treatment of us, it was everything my act 1 self wanted out of him in terms of powerful hot vampire craving you, but to the current me, it felt unimaginably gross.

His writers are amazing, you get to know him throughout the game. You are a witness to how clumsy he is with romance, how reluctant he is with sex when he gets the choice. You see the 180° flip and know this is someone else wearing his skin.

But I have zero problems with other people writing his nsfw. It's not a holier than thou deal where it's sfw or bust. Just because something isn't my preference it doesn't mean I can police people about it.

And I did read nsfw Astarion stuff a lot before, before I reached act 3.

Maybe my opinion will change one day and I'll go back to taking his nsfw requests, maybe it won't. It doesn't really matter, there are a lot of talented and good writers who make nsfw works for him and I'm happy for their existence.

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As for why I don't write solo pieces for him in general? Well I only have so much free time and inspiration to write with, and Astarion has a chokehold on both the writers and artists of this fandom. He probably has more works under his name than Wyll, Halsin, Minthara and Karlach combined.

There is a lot of Astarion content, it feels like everything has been explored already. Every idea pushed to the limit then flipped, every concept fullfilled.

I only write for him when someones requests it, or when I feel like I have something new to say that no one did before. Like my only story about him posted "to dance with you."

I much rather explore the characters that no one paid much attention to like Wyll, Minthara etc. Npcs too.

Astarion is very loved by the fandom, he will be fine.

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My third point is that he can get too loved by the fandom, borderline obsessively so by certain groups.

Part of the reason why I didn't write for Astarion at all at the start of the blog, and why I'm still hesitant to write about him is because I don't want to interact with his fanbase.

Take your ask for example, i won't assume malice anon, I hope you just sent this out of curiosity.

But literally no other characters fanbase would ask this. I'm one of Minthara's biggest simp and if i thought someone didn't like her, I'd be like "understandable, have a nice day."

For so long I have been slandering Gale and bashing on him, and yet never received a single ask about why I dislike it. Which I don't for thr record i just like bullying him.

But it only took a single Astarion slander post, that wasn't truly about him, for someone to ask this.

I thought it was a hehe haha joke at the start when everyone was talking about how much better he is than the others, how they can't even imagine romancing someone else. When they called the game Astarion dating simulator.

It wasn't a joke. Larian got the most spam and hate reports to fix Astarion's kissing but while Minthara's whole romance is still broken.

I saw a tweet that mentioned how some Astarion fans act like araj oblodra in moonrise tower, the drow that wants him to bite her, and they're really spot on.

He might as well be second coming of Edward Cullen. People are writing paragraphs upon paragraphs in response to every small joke about him and how he approves morally bad stuff? Spinning a false narrative that he wouldn't hurt a fly that he is a sweet little bean that needs to be protect but also he is super loyal and would only want their blood?

Which yeah i get the irony of since I am writing paragraphs upon paragraphs of me complaining about it, and to that i say, shut up :"(

I hate how watered down he is, I hate how artists draw him romanticly thin and hollow. I hate how forgotten his trauma is unless it's time to baby him. I hate the wrinkles removing mods, I hate the ereasing of his flaws and I hate how they run up to the voice actor to confirm their headcanons.

His voice actor is great, even amazing. But he is still a stranger and you shouldn't ask him nsfw questions, you should keep it respectful and still admire his other works, not just flood him about Astarion.

But maybe I'm wrong, i won't pretend I know what his voice actor feels. But I hope the Astarion fanbase aren't being weird to him.

And let's be honest, Cazador is just as bad as all the other evil characters in this game. Gortash, Ketheric and Orin probably commited more bad stuff than him, yet he is the single unpopular evil guy.

Can you guess why? Does him being tied to hurting the beloved golden goose of the fandom ring any bells?

Mizora hurts Wyll, Gortash sold Karlach, Viconia abused Shadowheart. Yet all of them are seen as evil but loved, while liking Cazador bc of how much of a fucked up character he is, gets you blocked.

That's why I include him in my works, there is no content for him, but also so it weirds out any hardcore Astarion fan and they leave my blog.

Man, I talked a lot. I hope that answered you anon, again no hate for you if you happen to be one of the hard-core Astarion fans. You do you and I do me, i genuinely wish the best for you <3 at the end of the day they're just fictional characters and can't be hurt, but you and me are real people with real feelings.

#♡Astarion #♡character study #♡Astarion slander

[tartarusknight]

What you need to know :)

Hello darling readers <3 I'm TartarusKnight or Knight of Tartarus! (they switch depending on availably honestly)

I'm here to chat, read, and write. That being said~~~~ come and message me anytime <3 questions, requests, and kind words make my day

This is an overview of my work just in case anyone is bored and wants something to read <3 (My Stranger Things work, honestly. I've also got some Marvel, Criminal Minds, and Teen Wolf but ST is my hyper fixation now soooo)

We're Not Perfect

This is a 4 part series in which Steve and Eddie knew each other before Steve ever got with Nancy Wheeler and before he learned about the Upside Down. It's heavily inspired by music <3 (Total Words 300,395) With Playlists because I can't stop <3 This story is my baby

Part 1 - It's the Start of Our Journey?

Pre-season 1 Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson are paired together in class and they learn they work well together. (Words 22,869)

Part 2 - I just want to go home

Set during Seasons 1-3, changing canon but the overarching story doesn't change too much. (Words 85,678)

Part 3 - say you'll live for me

Set in season 4, diverting from canon almost completely but with all the same characters. (Words 63,885)

Part 4 - I'll follow the beat of your heart

And the end. The final battle with Vecna and the epilogue aka season 5 <3 (Words 127,963)

Fool

Based on the song Fool by Djo.

Steve and Nancy get annoyed at Robin and Eddie for ignoring them when they're with their band. They decide to prove that they know music better than either Eddie or Robin thought. (Words 1,488)

I know you've been hurtin'

Based on the song Better Days by Dermot Kennedy and fanart by @babysitterpng

Steve has a plan. It involves a skirt, confidence, Nancy Wheeler's ability to do make-up, the party's anxiety, his parents, and Jason Carver's temper.

And well, Steve's pretty sure he has it in the bag. He might not be smart but he knows people and there's no way he's read any of them wrong. But maybe he'll learn more about himself as the plan unfolds (Words 7,205)

This dream isn't feeling sweet, we're reeling through the midnight streets

7 things that changed about Steve and Robin after Starcourt and 1 time they explained why. (Words 11,837)

I'm just gonna swim until you love me

Five times Steve had to prove he was worth love and One time someone just loved him without needing him to. (Words 8,612)

But when I touch her I feel like I'm cheating on you

Eddie is getting overwhelmed by the party just barging into his life without any warning after Spring Break. So, he makes a plan with an old friend of his. It works... in a way. (Words 1,932)

you're losing your memory now

Robin Buckley wasn't prepared for Steve to crash, but he had been pushing his limits for too long. He had a plan, but he never thought to tell her. He didn't want to worry her. Too bad she'll always worry about him... Especially when he collapses at work. (Words 17,784)

But Now We're Stressed Out

Eddie Munson knew he wasn't the smartest person. He never planned on college but he never planned for the Party either.

Title based on Twenty One Pilots - Stressed Out (Words 2,021)

I don't know what you're hunting. It's not me, it's something else

Steve looks over her face, “I'm not having any of you at my place. Did you see the map, no way?” He states and it's one part of his reasoning but not the main reason. “Then come stay with one of us,” Robin says and it feels more like a plead than anything.

He shakes his head and she looks angry now. “Stop whatever the fuck this is! We care about you! Let us in! We're safer in groups.” The words don't hurt as much as he thinks they should. “Not that much safer.” He spits back out and she blinks. “Max is as good as dead. Eddie is dead. And guess what! We were in groups!” The shouting makes his throat burn but he can't calm down.

A Halloween Special!!! Happy Horror season <3 (Words 22,620)

WIP - The Fallen King and the King of the Freak

Steve has to deal with the fallout of Season 2.

New nightmares, losing Nancy, kids who he's willing to die for, and Billy's new hatred towards him. He went from the top to the bottom in the school and he doesn't know how bad it is until Eddie Munson is the one that steps in to help him. And maybe he wants the help and maybe even some friends. (Words 150k and climbing <3)

#masterlist #all my shit is in one place #steddie #my loves #i adore them #steddie fic #no sad endings here #so far.... #knightly talks

[zaynahfrozenfrost]

Enchanted To Meet You

Inspired by Taylor Swift's song "Enchanted"

Timothée Chalamet x reader

Okay, this is Zaynah writing here. I'm a fan-fiction writer (maybe I don’t know if I have become one) so I make many different scenarios of the person I'm writing about. This is the scenario where the reader is a princess and Timothée is a prince. I guess we can call this the "Prince Timothée Scenario". Now, we'll begin it here. This might be a bit weird.

"Y/n dear, can we talk to you?" Said my mother

"Yes, what is it that you want to talk about? I asked them

"Y/n, you're going to be 26 in 2 months and it's time you get married to someone" Said my father

"But, don’t you think it's a little too early for marriage? I never fell in love with anyone at all and I don’t want to marry someone I didn’t even get to know" I said to them

"Y/n, in our descendants, we get married at the age of 25 because, that's when we finish our education and move to the adultery part of life. You need to understand that you are not 15 anymore, you're 25 and if you don’t get married now, you’ll never get married at all." Said my father with seriousness and anger

"Fine! I'll get married but I promise that I'll never be able to love that person back!" I said angrily

"That's settled. We’re going to have a ball tonight at 6pm and it will last till midnight" Said my mother

I felt frightened, frustrated and infuriated with my father's decision. I felt like he's going to get me married just so that I become a slave to the man I marry and also he'll get money and property from the rich folks. I just want to run away from this castle and build my life in a different way.

Then came around 5pm. The maids were getting my hair and makeup done. I always maintained a good relationship with my maids so, they knew something was wrong with me today and one of them asked me.

"Your highness, you look so upset today. Is there anything wrong?" Asked Beth

"Beth, I have to get married and if I don't, I'll never be able to." I started tearing up

"Princess Y/n, please don’t cry. We're here with you and if these are the last times we see you, we should make it the time of our lives" Said Venus

"Beth, Venus and Noelle, I don’t think I'll ever be able to live life without you." I said to the three of them.

Then it was just us talking about things and events in our lives. I was wearing a golden dress which looked extraordinary.

There I was again tonight, forcing laughter, faking smiles, it was the same old tired lonely place I've been all my life. There were walls of insincerity. Eyes were shifted at me and vacancy. I did not like a single person in the room, let alone love them. Then suddenly came a tall and an insanely ethereal looking person to me.

"Good evening, Princess Y/n. I am Prince Timothée, but you can call me by my name or you can also call me Tim" Said the most delightful voice

"Good evening, Prince Timothée. If you want to, can I share this dance with you?" I asked him

"It would be my pleasure to dance with a lady like you" He said and I felt a bit weird.

Then we started dancing in the ballroom full of people. What is this feeling? Is this love? I don't know but I immediately fell in love with Timothée. Then, we went out at my garden of florals and we had been talking for hours since then. It was such a playful conversation. He is such a charming,daring,honest,smart and I can't even explain how he is, he leaves me speechless. We had been talking for 4 hours and it was the best hours of my life. Suddenly, I heard my father calling and I rushed to him

"Father, what is it?" I asked

"This is the man you’ll marry." He said

"Good evening, Princess Y/n. I am Prince Edgar. Your father told me a lot about you and I'm looking forward to become your husband" Edgar said

"Hey Edgar, please wait for 6 minutes and I'll be back" I ran with my father

"Father, I don’t want to marry him, I'm already in love with someone else" I told him

"Who is that "someone else" you're in love with?"

"I'm in love with Prince Timothée, the prince of The Chalamet Descendants" I said

"NO! You aren’t going to marry a Chalamet and instead marry Edgar!" He said furiously

"But father-"

"QUIET! When I said you can't marry Chalamet, I mean it. Now go back and talk with Edgar.

So, I talked with Edgar. Judging by his words, he seemed so dull,evil and he seemed a bit like a manipulator. Our conversation only lasted for 1 hour. Then the clock struck midnight and everyone went home. I fell so hard for Timothée and I don’t know if I'll ever see him again but I want him to know that I was enchanted to meet him. The lingering questions kept me up "2am, who do you love?" I wonder till I'm wide awake. "Who do you love" my mind asked, I don’t know what will happen...

#timotheé chalamet #timothee chalamet x you #timothee x y/n #timothee x reader #timothee chalamet fanfiction #prince timothée scenario #taylor swift fanfiction

[roleplay-abiogenesis2]

This is a PSA (and I wish I didn't have to)

//All right, so here we go. I had this saved in my drafts for a while now, like at least a month, because I didn't want it to be a vaguing post, nor a call-out. The person who prompted this is long gone from my life, but the problem isn't. Which is why I didn't delete this draft, I suppose. And am now posting it.

Ever since my blog has entered the Genshin RPC, my load of active threads has reached levels I have never experienced before. Back before February, I could go days and days before getting a reply at all. My drafts sat at zero most of the week, and so my replies were faster. But now.. now I have many wonderful new friends here. And I want to write with all of them. This necessarily means that the time I can dedicate to each individual partner has sadly gone down as a consequence.

This is where trouble begins. There has been an increasing number (nothing dramatic, don't get me wrong) of people among my new mutuals, or non-mutuals, who have been a bit too pressuring for my comfort to get replies from me. Some straightforwardly so, others through more passive-aggressive and manipulative means.

I do not want to get into that with this post though. All I'll say on the matter is that I know what you're doing. Don't think you're a smooth criminal because I am too. I've done these tricks before and I can recognize them.

Those who I deemed to be bothersome enough to earn an upfront request to stop have already been dealt with. Some I parted ways with (glad it's been civil), others have stayed and I am happy things are better now. But there's always going to be new ones. I think it's a form of blog growing pains, maybe.

To these people, I want to say that I feel you. I was where you were before. I know the excitement of finding a RP partner that inspires you and the frustration when they're not as quick to respond to you. But you need to keep in mind that just as I am excited to get to our things, I am excited to do the same for my other mutuals. I will not be able to prioritize our threads all the time, because there's fifty threads I feel exactly the same love for and I want to prioritize those too, but I only have a few hours a day. I need to pick and choose. I'm sorry.

I'd like to recommend that you do not make one or two blogs responsible for your happiness on Tumblr. I know finding new mutuals is hard, but please don't make my same mistake: I used to sit on my ass for months here, waiting for people to send me things. It was a mistake, really. If you want to write, you must be the one who sends things. Even if others don't respond. Even if others don't ever send things back.

Throw your muse at anything that moves. Something will stick, I promise. And what if your dash is full of things you're unfamiliar with? What if your partners all have muses out of your interested fandom? It doesn't matter. Throw your muse at them anyways. Chances are your threads will be noticed by others on your mutuals' dashes, and then, all of a sudden, people from your fandom are finally finding their way to you.

That is how I got to meet each and every one of you, after all.

So, yes. I'm sorry my replies are slow at the moment. My drafts are currently 2 weeks old at the oldest, but I'm trying to bring it down to at least a weekly reply for everybody. It's not easy. But you know what you can do to make the wait easier? Write with more people. Even if it's not things you were looking for; crossovers may surprise you. Give OCs a chance.

And, well, nothing else. Don't be a dingus. I love you. Leave my soda alone. And thank you for your patience.

Saru-mun\\

#00b || you should check this out~ [psa] #00A || Saru-mun is still alive! [OOC]

[walkingtalkingsomething]

✨Taylor Swift Makes Everything Better Lyric Prompts - Pt. 2✨

It's exactly what the title says. I find song lyrics in general very inspiring and have a notebook of ones that strike me for one reason or another but don't have the 'whatever' that's needed to write them. And I unapologetically stan the hell out of Ms. Swift and am so often struck by her word choices. So this is my collection of the TS lyrics that conjure up the most thoughts - minus a ton of sad ones because I am just too soft to be putting that much angst into the world 😊

Lover

•Your name on my lips tongue tied, Free rent living in my mind - I Forgot That You Existed

•Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, You know that I caught it - Cruel Summer

•And I screamed for whatever it's worth, 'I love you,' Ain't that the worst thing you ever heard? - Cruel Summer

•There's a dazzling haze, A mysterious way about you dear, Have I've known 20 seconds or 20 years? - Lover

•I think he knows his hands around a cold glass make me wanna know that body like it's mine - I Think He Knows

•He got that boyish look that I like in a man - I Think He Knows

•Got that, Ah, I mean, Wanna see what's under that attitude - I Think He Knows

•I think he knows when we get all alone I'll make myself at home and he'll want me to stay - I Think He Knows

•Lyrical smile, Indigo eyes, Hand on my thigh we could follow the sparks, I'll drive - I Think He Knows

•We're so sad we paint the town blue, Voted most likely to run away with you - Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince

•Kiss me once cause you know I had a long night, Kiss me twice cause it's gonna be alright, Three times cause I've waited my whole life - Paper Rings

•I like shiny things but I'd marry you with paper rings, Uh huh, That's right, Darling, You're the one I want, And I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this, Uh huh, That's right, Darling, You're the one I want in paper rings, In picture frames, In dirty dreams - Paper Rings

•Barefoot in the kitchen, Sacred new beginnings that became my religion - Cornelia Street

•My heart, My hips, My body, My love, Trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch - Death By a Thousand Cuts

•Something gave you the nerve to touch my hand, It's nice to have a friend - It's Nice To Have a Friend

Folklore

•We were something, don't you think so? Rosé flowing with your chosen family, And it would've been sweet if it could've been me - The One

•And when I felt like I was an old cardigan under someone's bed, You put me on and said I was your favorite - Cardigan

•You drew stars around my scars - Cardigan

•I knew you tried to change the ending, Peter losing Wendy - Cardigan

•I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss, I knew you'd haunt all of my what ifs, The smell of smoke would hang around this long - Cardigan

•I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending - Exile

•I can see you staring, Honey, Like he's just your understudy, Like you'd get your knuckles bloodied for me - Exile

•And I've been meaning to tell you I think your house is haunted, Your dad is always mad and that must be why - Seven

•I can see us lost in the memory/And I can see us twisted in bedsheets - August

•I didn't know if you'd care if I came back, I have a lot of regrets about that - This Is Me Trying

•And maybe I don't quite know what to say, But I'm here in your doorway - This Is Me Trying

•You showed me colors you know I can't see with anyone else/You taught me a secret language I can't speak with anyone else - Illicit Affairs

•And isn't it just so pretty to think all along there was some invisible string tying you to me? - Invisible String

•Right now is the last time I can dream about what happens when you see my face again - Betty

•But I'm a fire and I'll keep your brittle heart warm If your cascade ocean wave blues come - Peace

•And you know that I'd swing with you for the fences, Sit with you in the trenches, Give you my wild, Give you a child, Give you the silence that only comes when two people understand each other, Family that I chose now that I see your brother as my brother - Peace

•Don't want no other shade of blue but you, No other sadness in the world would do - Hoax

•You knew the password so I let you in the door - Hoax

•Take me to the lakes where all the poets went to die, I don't belong and my beloved neither do you - The Lakes

Evermore

•Wherever you stray, I follow - Willow

•Head on the pillow, I could feel you creeping in as if you were a mythical thing, Like you were a trophy or a champion ring, But there was one prize I'd cheat to win - Willow

•Your Midas touch on the Chevy door, November flush and your flannel cure - Champagne Problems

•There's an ache in you put there by the ache in me - 'Tis The Damn Season

•And the heart I know I'm breaking is my own, To leave the warmest bed I've ever known - 'Tis The Damn Season

•Gain the weight, Then lose it - Tolerate It

•No one teaches you what to do when a good man hurts you, And you know you hurt him too - Happiness

But are you still the same soul I met under the bleachers? - Dorothea

•And do you miss the rogue who coaxed you into paradise and left you there? Will you forgive my soul when you're too wise to trust me and too old to care? - Coney Island

•Oh, Goddamn, My pain fits in the palm of your freezing hand - Ivy

•My house of stone, Your ivy grows and now I'm covered in you - Ivy

•Your opal eyes are all I wish to see, He wants what's only yours - Ivy

•So yeah, It's a fire, It's a goddamn blaze in the dark and you started it - Ivy

• You're a bandit like me, Eyes full of stars, Hustlin' for the good life, Never thought I'd meet you here - Cowboy Like Me

•And the skeletons in both our closets plotted hard to fuck this up - Cowboy Like Me

•Now you hang from my lips like the gardens of Babylon, With your boots beneath my bed, Forever is the sweetest con - Cowboy Like Me

•And it's been so long but if you ever think you got it wrong, I'm right where you left me - Right Where You Left Me

Midnights

•And I wake with your memory over me, That's a real fucking legacy to leave - Maroon

•I wake up screaming from dreaming one day I'll watch as your leaving and life will lose all its meaning for the last time  - Anti Hero

•And time can't stop me quite like you did - Snow on the Beach

•I wait patiently, He's gonna notice me, It's ok we're the best of friends...anyways - You're on Your Own, Kid

•They said the end coming, Everyone's up to something, I find myself running home to your sweet nothings, Outside they're push and shoving, You're in the kitchen humming, All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing - Sweet Nothing

•To you I can admit that I'm just too soft for all of it - Sweet Nothing

Misc.

•Seen you fall, Seen you crawl on your knees, Seen you lost in a crowd, Seen your colors fade, Wish I could make it better, Someday you won't remember this pain you thought would last forever and ever - Sweeter Than Fiction

•What a sight when the light came on, Proved me right when you proved them wrong - Sweeter Than Fiction

•Follow me home if you dare to, I wouldn't know where to lead you - Beautiful Ghosts

Part. 1

#writing prompts #lyrics prompts #song lyrics prompts #taylor swift prompts

[dreamcrow]

20 questions

i was tagged by several people (thank you @niemalsetwas, @babblish, and @creativenicocorner), who in doing so have conveniently eliminated many of the people i would have thought to tag myself, haha. let's see... @falling-hand-in-unlovable-hand, @eri-223, @sidhewrites, if you like? plus anyone else who would like to steal.

1.) how many works do you have on ao3?

41 posted; 0 drafts.

2.) what's your total ao3 word count?

189,246. (?!)

3.) what fandoms do you write for?

oh, ask not for whom the hyperfixation tolls. (toa, obviously.) i do have a few fics i've deleted, though, in fandoms i don't currently have any fics for. maybe i should republish them on anon? 🤔

4.) what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

in my sleep i dreamed of waking

all that dazzling dawn has put asunder

it's a lovely day in stricklake month

misc. trollhunters prompts

sophisticated/manipulated

oh...they're (almost) all str/icklake, lol. and so old! is it strange that i feel so disaffected by this? well, probably not. a good lesson in kudos being merely a measurement of "how many times people pushed the kudos button," i suppose.

5.) do you respond to comments? why or why not?

i try to! part of my general attitude of "fandom is a conversation." i worry i don't always have all the spoons to make my replies what i feel they "should" be, but i do always want to convey my gratitude for people taking the time to leave a comment at all.

6.) what's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

oh, that's easy: notstantinoplefic! unfortunately it's not yet approached something even remotely publishable, so that probably means very little. ¯\_( ᐛ )_/¯

other than that...probably the first or second parts of minor arcana. probably the first, more than the second. skrael's chapter ends on something awful but he's about to enjoy a good bit of (however fleeting) catharis; bellroc however doesn't get any closure for what happens in their chapter until they meet nari, a couple centuries later.

7.) what's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

...do i have a fic that doesn't have an ultimately happy ending? 😂 oh, i am too soft. even the horrible vicious ancient wizard gods tend to go out with full stomachs, warm beds, and someone on their side.

8.) do you get hate on fics?

i'll not lie: i have glimpsed the occasional drama from over my meticulously-curated rose hedge. but most of it seems to be from children, and for all my various weaknesses, i think i can survive being vagueblogged by people who aren't old enough to vote. if not: my anon is on ╮ (. ❛ ᴗ ❛.) ╭

9.) do you write smut? if so, what kind?

i am ATTEMPTING. most of the smut i've ever read has left me generally ??? baffled, glazing over, skipping through (without animus) to the next part. again, this is not the fault of the author; it's true even of things i can tell objectively are well-written, titillating, otherwise universally acclaimed. but i enjoy thinking about character exercises, and i am not completely untemptable, so this year i've been trying to make some progress on my longtime agenda of "get the horrible bird wizard railed."

...none of which is terribly apparent given that none of it is published, ofc! but. hopefully. that may change in the not-too-distant future.

10.) do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one you've written?

tbh i am very picky about crossovers. but i must admit... skraelroc necro/cav au... a man is Considering

11.) have you ever had a fic stolen?

i've had people repost my art, which (as someone who does not think of himself as an even remotely skilled artist) was very surprising. but never fic.

12.) have you ever had a fic translated?

none that i know of.

13.) have you ever co-written a fic before?

the closest i've ever come is probably blue wizard boyfriends, which is inspired by some rp shenanigans between a friend and me. but even so, my take on douxie in that series has diverged quite a bit from hers! so it doesn't really feel like "cowriting."

14.) what's your all-time favorite ship?

as your #1 friendly neighborhood degenerate not-even-actually-incest pornographer, i simply must say: nothing quite hits like a ship you literally invented

15.) what's a wip you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

to be completely honest, i do still feel the occasional pang of nostalgia for my gr/avity f/4lls fic. i had a lot of world built for it, a whole sequence/interaction arc for the characters (and not just the couple). unfortunately, even this many years later—even if i never got directly harassed—the nastiness of that fandom has still left a very strong impression on me. it was the first time i think i ever saw a/ntis in action, and i don't think i have any desire to pick that story up again.

16.) what are your writing strengths?

...worldbuilding? present tense, apparently. 😂 i've also been told i have a knack for—ah, how did he put it. understated emotional closeup shots? i think of such kind comments often, haha.

17.) what are your writing weaknesses?

discipline. not using too many semicolons. recently: not using paired adjectives. mainstream fanon. not going back over published work and finding a billion small things to fix (though i'm getting better at this).

18.) thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

...mainly: "you're lucky i didn't make myself learn actual ancient egyptian for all those dumb little skraelroc shmoop fics i keep setting in ancient egypt"

otherwise? i err on the side of under-doing it, but i love doing this. i love seeing this in fic, even if it's not a language i know. it's like a little easter egg!!

19.) first fandom you wrote for?

a very old anime fandom which i will not be revealing on main. probably twenty years ago, at this point. almost certainly on ff.net.

20.) favorite fic you've ever written?

oh, i'm not sorry. i am thinking of minor arcana so often these days, but i really am pretty proud of it. even now, more than a year later! once i have the time to go through and fine-tune everything, i'm going to bind it. it's a very weird fic, probably, but one that is nevertheless (or perhaps because of this?) very dear to my heart.

#q&a #wip tag #ask games #i am emotional! how am i supposed to send emails now

[daddyy333]

Secret | Eddie Munson x y/n

if you’d like you can reblog my original work, but please don’t post it without credit. if you take inspiration from my ideas please tag me, I’d like to see how someone else would write it

Word count: 1.9k

Part 2

summary: Eddie and you have been secretly dating sorta on accident, and the gang finally finds out and are in shock, especially since Dustin knew too and didn't say anything

(Lets just pretend Eddie's style and hair was the same at 15 and like when he was a bit younger)

"What's a pretty girl like you doing here?" Young, nervous, 15 year old Eddie said. Jeff dared him to see if he could get your number, considering that he couldn't stop staring at you since they got in the store. You chuckled and said "just trying to buy overpriced clothing"

His knees damn near gave out when held up your arm with a Metallica shirt and a few more band t-shirts that he recognized. "Yea, this place is expensive..." he said and you chuckled, looking over at the jewelry section.

He took a deep breath and said "I was wondering if I could uhm...could get your number? Maybe we could be friends...o-or more?" You shook your head, he was so cute and nervous.

"Give me your hand," you said and he held his hand out. You grabbed a pen out of your pocket and wrote your number, with your name and a heart underneath it. "Right, names. I-I'm Eddie," he said and you smiled.

You raised his hand and said "I'm y/n," "That's a pretty name...I'll uh...I'll call you later" he said and you nodded. You kissed his cheek and walked over to the register. He blushed beet red and ran over to his friends, freaking out that he got the number off the hottest girl he'd ever seen.

It took 3 weeks for him to ask you on a date, and you guys went to lovers lake and skipped rocks across the lake, talking and hanging out. By the end of it you were on his lap whilst you two made out, your hips rolling against his, a boner forming and straining against his jeans.

You stopped him though, you knew you were not ready to go there after only knowing each other for 3 weeks and this being your first time even kissing. And quite frankly, neither was he. I will say, the orgasms you two had when you went home and got yourselves off to the thought of each other were unreal.

2 more weeks, 6 more dates, 4 more make out sessions and finally you were his girlfriend. He eventually realized that the reason he'd never seen that pretty face before was because you had moved at the beginning of the summer, and was glued to Eddie's side the whole school year.

When you found out about the bullying, you didn't want to do something that would make Eddie upset or uncomfortable so you just comforted him to the best of your ability and fought the urge to punch his bullies in the face every time they breathed around you.

No one actually realized you were dating, they just knew you were close. Mostly because you guys weren't super intimate outside of his trailer and your house, and sometimes in the woods behind school.

When you guys were 10 months into your relationship, you said "I love you" first and were super anxious about it, but you had to tell him how you felt. He froze, his breath hitching and his grip on your waist tightening. "R-Really? Me?" He asked softly and you nodded, kissing him softly.

You took a deep breath and he said "I love...I love you too," you knew this was scary for Eddie, since he only had two friends, and a hard working Uncle who was more of a guardian and provider than a parent and no one had really said "I love you" to him before.

"You mean that? I don't want you to say it yet if you don't mean it. I don't need you to say it back I just need you to know that's how I feel about you" you said and he wrapped his arms around you, kissing you gently.

"I-I mean it. This...this is just a little scary for me, you know? Cause it's gonna really suck now if something happens to our relationship" he said and you shook your head. You ran your hands up his arms comfortingly and said "nonsense," and cupped his cheeks and kissed him again.

When he turned 16 he started getting into weed a lot more, he'd smoked it before a bunch of times but then at 16 he started selling and buying and became a bit of a stoner. You finally smoked with him for the first time the first day of spring break junior year and it was just overall funny for him to watch, and absolutely adorable when you fell asleep on his lap after.

When you were both 17, you made love for the first time and it was incredible. He almost forgot how to breathe when he saw your boobs for the first time. He fingered you first, so confused as to how you had gotten so wet so fast.

Seriously, it had spread all over your inner and his fingers thrusting inside you made delicious wet sounds. You were on birth control by then so he damn near busted right then and there when you said he didn't need a condom.

You were moaning and whimpering each other's names, your tight pussy straining to handle all of him, all 10 inches of him filling you to the brim. You both had never cum so fast in your lives, probably waking up the whole neighborhood with your moans.

You didn't care that he didn't pass senior year the first time, you barely passed yourself. However, after giving him the best blowjob ever and riding him so well he nearly cried because of how good the orgasm whilst on a date at lovers lake for his 18th birthday, he asked you to marry him

Still bouncing on his cock, chasing each other's second orgasm, you started to slow down, realizing he was serious. He chuckled softly and said "I'm serious...marry me," "yea- yes! Yes, yes!" You said and chuckled, started to ride him hard and fast. He gasped and moaned, squeezing your hips.

By the end of that week you were Mrs. Y/n Munson. October 19, 1984. The best day of your life. You had already been living at Eddie's before that, Wayne was glad Eddie had found someone like you to be with him and to love him. Your life was amazing, you two were so in love you couldn't handle it sometimes.

However he slowly realized that during his 3rd senior year, while hanging out with Mike, Dustin, Steve, and Lucas, hearing Mike talk about his girlfriend made him think about you back at home, realizing no one had any idea he was married.

He completely accidentally hid your relationship from them. There was only one ring on his left hand and it was the wedding ring you both saved up to buy, and could easily be passed off as any other regular ring. It made him nervous, would they feel offended that they didn't know?

When Dustin randomly showed up at the trailer he shit his pants, realizing your bra, panties, shirt and shorts, as his clothes were still scattered all over the living room from last night and you were in his bed naked. Dustin's eyes widened when he saw the clothes. He fake gagged and Eddie ran to grab everything, throwing it in his room.

"Ugh, that's gross. Ew, oh my god I can't sit on this couch now knowing what you did on it" he said and Eddie chuckled nervously. He took a deep breath and said "we moved to the bedroom before anything actually happened. We weren't even naked on the couch"

Dustin groaned as he sat down, feeling like he was gonna get an STD from sitting on the couch. Dustin just chilled with him, coming up with a new campaign and watching a movie. Eddie didn't hear the bedroom door open, and he deeply regretted it not 30 seconds later.

You came out in one of Eddie's white undershirts and lacy black panties, you looked like a walking porn magazine cover so Dustin was in complete shock and looked at Eddie with his eyes as big as a dinner plate. Your hands were shielding your eyes from the light since you were slightly hung over and ended up not noticing Dustin as you wrapped your arms around Eddie, kissing his neck.

"Jeez, I'm so hungover and sore from last night. Every time I ride you I feel like death the next day" you said and chuckled. Eddie cleared his throat and said "sweetheart we have a guest" Your eyes widened and you looked at Dustin, clearing your throat.

"H-How old are you?" You asked and he cleared his throat.

"14" he said nervously and you scoffed. He turned around and turned Eddie around, shoving him harshly. "Jeez, you know you have a weird amount of underaged friends" You said and Eddie shrugged and Dustin gulped.

"You do realize you're not wearing a bra and those panties don't leave a whole lot to the imagination?" He said and you chuckled, going to put more clothes on. He slapped your ass as you went back into the bedroom. "how the hell did you manage to get a girl that hot to sleep with you?" He asked and Eddie blushed.

"I asked myself the very same question," Eddie said and you came back out, clothed this time. You hadn't done laundry and couldn't find where Eddie had thrown your bra so you were only in his hoodie and a pair of shorts.

"Hi...child. I didn't know you were here, or coming today or I would've made sure I had clothes that actually cover me" you said and looked at Eddie, who failed to mention anyone was coming over today. "No, yea whatever...I'm sorry it's just...you slept with Eddie? On purpose?" He said and you smiled. You shook your head and said "yea, yes I did,"

"Huh...well I'm Dustin, Eddie's friend from sc- uh, uh work. His job" he said and Eddie chuckled, at least he knew his small friend would have his back and not embarrass him in front of a girl. "I'm y/n" you said, not mentioning your relationship in case Eddie didn't want that.

He went to shake your hand but then pulled back. "That hand has probably touched Eddie's penis and I just don't think I want to touch your hand knowing that informa- Eddie- holy fuck, she has a ring- you slept with a married woman?!" Dustin said and you laughed, whilst Eddie's heart was pounding.

"Ok, I wasn't gonna say anything but I'm not just a one night stand, I'm Eddie's wife" you said and Dustin damn near passed out. This was a lot of information and a lot of stuff being thrown at him all at once. "Wife? Why?" He said and Eddie took a deep breath.

You chuckled and said "I ask myself the same thing" "Why the hell didn't you tell me you were married?" Dustin asked and you raised an eyebrow. Eddie handed him a sandwich and said "I just uhm...well I mean we've been together so long I just forget that I have to actually tell people I'm in a relationship and they don't just know automatically. I didn't mean to, but now I'm scared to tell everyone because of how they'll react"

"But you have a wife, Eddie! Like rings and everything!" He said and you and Eddie both laughed. You moved to the couch to watch the breakfast club for the 8,000th time. You chuckled occasionally when you heard little moments of their bickering.

When Dustin eventually left you said "imagine doing that times 7 with the rest of your friends" "I should've just told them" he said and you shook your head. You ran your hands through his hair, wondering why it never bothered you that his friends didn't know about you. You never really had friends, just Eddie and your grandma, so you didn't see a reason to care that Eddie hadn't told his friends.

this ones a bit weird, but I liked the idea

pt.2 coming soon, let me know if you want to be tagged for pt.2

I’m not really sure how taglists work cause I don’t interact a lot on this app I mostly read stuff, but just dm me with the taglist you want to be added to (because soon enough I’ll be posting other characters/people)

Eventually I’ll be writing for

Eddie Munson

Joseph Quinn

Jamie Bower

Steve Harrington

Robin Buckley

So just dm me the taglist you want to be added to and I’ll add you :)

#eddie munson #eddie munson oneshot #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x reader #stranger things #eddie munson fanfic