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lewkwoodnco · 5 months

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Heyy:) I just wanted to request a George x fem!reader one shot :P I totally understand if you don't want to write it or if you don't like the idea or anything but I was thinking a fic inspired by "wildest dreams" by Taylor? Just some silly teen romance vibes you know🤭 (and please no Angst or anything, I can't take that shit atm😔)

Wildest Dreams - George Karim x Reader

A/N: going to be taking a break from the requests in my inbox to work on my 12 days of fics series! (but will get back to them after im done heheh) I might have completely butchered this ask im so sorry BUT I made it as fluffy as I think it gets (w George at least), just had to do the 77 thing i have no self-restraint, also this poem is soso beautiful one of my absolute favesss but idk whats up with the formatting :(((, wc 3.3k!

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Subtle Bridges

Walking with me, you'd once pointed to the fragility and ingenuity of a spider's web. Subtle bridges, you said, On bridges some men hang. A warning that has stayed While I read history traced in blood and tears of men. I was caught in the end with a nest of books. They burned anyway, and now I bend to build an emperor's endless wall. Like a thread of longing the border runs in loops and bends, and along it we root the gravestones of nameless men. A king's metaphor, This is, history raised from ash and bone -- a symbol Of its vast futility, or of eternity. Which it is I do not know, But since leaving home some things have come clear. No one literally breaks from loss, not even here. And some ties won't give. I sometimes dream of you, and walking, in gardens where love and knowledge hang.

By Yvonne Koh

She was at the Kensel Green Cemetery with the rest of her team from Fittes, after being called down by DEPRAC because of a robbery. They had spread out over the building, looking for any sign of the missing relic or the culprit, when she heard a slow, grinding noise from inside the hall. She quietly crept in to the silhouette of a shadowy figure bent over the casket.

"Can I help you?"

The boy's head snapped up immediately, painfully slamming against the stone shelf behind him. She let out an involuntary gasp, briefly wincing at the hollow thunk.

"Didn't do it," he groaned, steadying himself against the wall. "...whatever it was that...someone did."

She squinted at him using the little light spilling in from the corridor. He couldn't have been more than a year or two older than her. Against her better judgement, she kept her voice down.

"This is a crime scene!" she hissed at him.

"I - what?"

"Who are you?"

"I'm not a thief, or a relic man. I promise."

Her eyes swept his scruffy appearance critically. "Why would I think that?"

"Ms L/N?"

She turned, momentarily speechless, barely registering the rustle of the boy stealing away into the darkness. She blinked against the brightness of Inspector Barnes' torch, glancing back to check that he really was gone.

"Everything alright?"

She paused for a moment longer, as if willing him to rematerialise in the corner he had been crouching in just a moment ago. Nothing. Her eyes narrowed. Interesting. Very interesting indeed.

"Must have been the wind."

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George was staring out the kitchen window glumly, lazily stirring his mug of tea. The weather was as pleasant as it got, and Lockwood had roused them all at the crack of dawn for a breakfast picnic, to 'boost morale.' Of course, George should have known better than to hold his breath, especially when loud angry voices had started to shake him awake when he had been halfway through groggily packing their picnic basket. Now, he sipped his cold tea through thin lips, listening to the slow, steady footsteps approaching the kitchen and the wan face belonging to them.

"Let me guess. You and Lucy are no longer in the mood for a picnic?"

Lockwood sombrely shook his head. George sighed, picking up the picnic basket. Seemed like a shame to let his slaving away go to waste. And he was still very much in the mood for the strawberries and cream he had packed inside. Which is why George had been heading out for a solo breakfast picnic with enough food for three when he heard a foreign voice stop him.

"George Casper Karim."

He looked up from the doorknob in alarm. It was the girl from Kensel Green Cemetery. He hesitated, trying to gauge her expression.

"Ex-employee of Fittes Agency, fired after six months for insubordination, currently a researcher at Lockwood & Co."

"Brilliant. Astonishing, really, how you've repeated my own job history back to me."

She frowned. He relished the stab of satisfaction. He'd had a shitty morning and was likely going to have a shitty day, so really, having a go at someone was probably going to be the highlight.

"There's no need to be rude."

"I think I'd know where I've been the past couple of years, thanks very much. Forgive me for not being more impressed."

Still looking a little disgruntled, she pressed on, firmly clutching the waist-high gate. "I've got a bone to pick with you, if you don't mind."

He eyed her warily, and decided against approaching her any further. "You can pick it just fine from over there."

She looked mildly peeved, but he didn't trust her as far as he could throw her. After a few long, tense seconds, she relented, not that she was happy about it..

"So...you were right. You're no relic man."

That was quick. "Thank you. Have a nice day." He closed the distance between him and the gate in a few quick strides, pushing against it, but she pushed right back with a steely look in her eye.

"Don't know about the other bit, though."

He didn't like the look in her eye; the look of someone knowing something he didn't. His mouth went dry.

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Might be more convincing if your associate hadn't mentioned a talking skull. Awfully difficult to contain a visitor without a ghost jar, wouldn't you say?"

He swore under his breath. "Fucking Lockwood can't keep his mouth shut."

"I don't expect DEPRAC takes kindly to thieves or hooligans-"

He let out a bark of laughter. "Hooligan? Me?"

"-or strange boys who break into places they shouldn't be-"

"You can't prove it was me."

"Wanna bet?"

A challenge. A dare. His mouth was already open to call her bluff when the self-satisfied smirk curling at the corner of her lip gave him pause. Lockwood wouldn't be much pleased if he gave DEPRAC another reason to steer the agency dangerously close towards closing. He wasn't like Lockwood or Lucy - he was careful, very careful. Too late George wished he had been a little more careful all those years ago in covering his tracks - but, to be fair, he had no reason to think anyone at Fittes would have been capable enough to put two and two together.

Until now.

"Look, why don't we...talk about this, like civilised people? I've got strawb - you like strawberries and cream, don't you?"

She sneered again. George was beginning to think that was just how her face looked.

"You want to bribe me with...strawberries...and cream?"

"It's not bribery. Just...a friendly chat. Agent to agent."

Which was how they ended up on a grassy hill at one of the meadows at the outskirts of London. He had never been there before, but Lockwood had remembered it as a prime spot for cosy family picnics.

"So what else do you know about me?"

She chewed a bite of scrambled eggs thoughtfully before responding.

"You're obsessed with the Problem. An obsession that made you an asset, initially."

She had heard that he was the one who had identified the visitor, Edmund Bickerstaff, but what she had had difficulty wrapping her head around was how he had managed to do it with only the vast yet imprecise volumes of the Archives at his disposal. Imagine what he could do with the carefully curated library at Fittes. She stared at him, trying to figure him out. There was a gentle breeze blowing and the slight movement made him look marginally more affable but not any more comprehensible. She let out the breath she was holding.

"You must have really screwed up for Fittes to have let you go."

He shrugged. "It was a long time coming. Fittes never really was the type of company I was interested in working at, and I was never the type of employee Fittes was interested in keeping."

"What about now? Have you ever considered leaving?"

"Why would I?"

"I've taken a glance at Lockwood & Co's financial records. You can't be making much, if anything at all."

"And go from being broke to being broke and homeless?"

"Homeless? What about your parents?"

"I visit them, occasionally, but they're a right piece of work. Last time I saw them was my grandmother's 77th birthday. I think there was a row but I can't be completely sure because I was a little, er, sloshed. The party ended, and I expect the champagne went flat, and my aunt was the last to leave. She was sitting on the floor with a merlot in her hand, and her voice was ringing through the halls. The curtains were burnt, my parents didn't talk to each other for a week, and one of my brothers had broken his hand. But I could never forget sitting in that empty dining hall, holding those sodden, scorched curtains, listening to her saying nothing lasts forever, nothing lasts forever."

The sunlight had a diffused quality to it, at least the little of it that managed to pour through the layer of clouds blocking the sky. The ashy light threw a powdery glow on George's face, and for a moment she felt as though she was in that dining hall with him, listening to those same laments. He glanced at her, and she felt a sudden, foreign uncertainty grip her heart.

"Now I feel really bad about lying."

His hand slipped, missing his mouth by a good couple of inches, nearly sending the contents of his glass down his shirt.

"Lie? What lie?"

"I kind of haven't, not really...actually spoken to any of your associates."

He chokes on his laughter, and when he throws his head back she wonders if she's ever seen anyone laugh as freely as him. It's a ridiculously enticing sight.

"Touché. Touché."

He looks at her in the eye, unabashed, with an unnaturally casual intensity. It almost feels impolite.

"So...yeah. Maybe I was suited to be a Fittes agent, once upon a time, but not anymore."

"That's a pity."

He looks at her weird, and she hastily changes the subject.

"Do you do this often?"

"What, taking strangers out for breakfast?"

"No. Bring a girl out here, feed her some strawberries and cream, maybe a Shakespearean sonnet or two..."

"I don't set much store in Shakespearean sonnets. I'm not...I'm not much of a poetry person."

There's something reserved in his face that makes her feel terrible for asking.

"I've really only read one worth remembering. Subtle bridges, you said, on bridges some men hang. Some ties won't give. I sometimes dream of you, and walking, in gardens where love and knowledge hang."

He bites into a strawberry, which stains his lips a bright red. She looks away a second too late.

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After reluctantly agreeing to keep the matter of the stolen ghost jar between the two of them, she never expected to see him again. And yet, as fate would have it, they crossed paths again roughly a week later. She and one of her teammates had been assigned to a Church to handle a relatively weak Type Two, when she heard a scuffling sound from one of the rooms whose door was ajar. Her teammate froze, and she didn't feel much braver either. They approached the room cautiously, rapiers at the ready.

"Hello? Anyone there?"

"Y/N?"

The glare from their flashlights blindly darted over the room before it settled on the floor, illuminating a bleeding George looking the worse for wear, hissing at the harsh florescent light.. She visibly relaxed.

"Oh. You again."

Lockwood and Lucy exchanged a look.

"Do you two know each other?"

A silence followed. George looked to be at a loss of words and she, too, couldn't quite find the right answer.

"We've...met."

They helped George up while Lockwood smoothly explained the situation, and how they would never dream of intentionally From the derisive eye rolls of his remaining, uninjured associate, there was clearly more to their presence than he was letting on, but she wasn't paid nearly enough to go through the trouble of finding that out. Apparently, they had already dealt with the Type Two, so she filled out her report as vague as she dared to be, while they wandered out to flag down a cab.

George lingered behind briefly, dabbing at his nose experimentally while she put the finishing touches to her file.

"We can't keep meeting like this, you know."

"Like what?"

She shook her head, surprisingly having to bite back a smile. "You're incorrigible. If you keep sneaking around for much longer I'll have to report you one of these days."

He pulled his face into an exaggerated sulk and ducked as she tried to smack him with her case report.

"Alright, alright!"

True to his word, their less-than-ideal meetings came to an end. Instead, they continued to occasionally meet at that serene, refreshingly Edenic sloping hill. She'd return from a client meeting or from scoping out a location and the front desk would have a message waiting for her, from one vaguely snippy anonymous man. Sometimes he'd be waiting at the hill with snacks, which she'd ravenously dig into, though he was less generous on the biscuit front. He tells her about the happenings of 35 Portland Row and his research and bounces his latest theory on the origins of the Problem off of her. She tells him about her week, and the bothersome, inept people she works with, and on their joint cases he's snarky towards all the right people. It makes her feel special.

On one such evening, they were lazing on a picnic blanket, and a pleasantly warm breeze was toying with their hair. George was looking at the severe, fragile branches encroaching on the powdery blue sky through heavily-lidded eyes. She was absent-mindedly fiddling with his surprisingly soft fingers, distractedly breathing in the faint, antiseptic smell of ammonia that clung to his clothes. She was thinking about how sharp he was and how quickly he picked up on details on their joint cases. No matter how many times she saw him pick apart a case with a carefully perfected elegance, she felt like a part of her would forever be in awe of his beautifully intricate mind.

"Sometimes I feel like your talents are so wasted here. Imagine what you could do with access to all of Fittes' resources."

"i don't need Fittes's resources to be a good researcher."

She watches the yellow daffodils tossing their heads back just inches in front of them through her eyelashes.

"i know you don't. It can't hurt, is all I'm saying."

"Why do you care?"

She paused. Why did she care? She cared about him, sure, but it was no different from how she cared about her teammates, her friends, but with George...it somehow felt more personal. She sighs irritably, releasing the bubble of frustration lodged in her throat all week. She just wanted what was best for him. It takes her a minute to come up with her hesitant response.

"I...don't know. I don't care. But sometimes I can't help but wonder...what if this was what you needed to uncover the root of the Problem?"

He half-laughs, but stops short at the sight of her face as she lifts her head off his chest. "You can't be serious."

"Why not?"

"Y/N...statistically speaking -"

"All I'm saying is the answer could very well be in the Fittes library and you might be the only one who'd know where to look."

She lies down again, and whispers to the trees rather than George.

"Just...something to think about."

As time went on, their relationship began to bleed into more public spheres. She dropped by Portland Row occasionally, and they even had tea at her apartment once. On this particular afternoon, they were in George's room at Portland Row. She was looking through the titles on his alarmingly tall bookcases while he was at his desk, copying some runes from a book while telling her about his latest experiment with the skull. Her eyes roved over the titles restlessly, unseeingly, in a futile attempt to distract herself from her upcoming assignment. She let George's voice wash over her, pleasingly varied in tone and comfortingly familiar, soothing the itch in her brain. After a moment or two, she realises he's stopped talking, and looks up to see him staring at her with a frown on his face.

"Er, sorry. Drifted off there for a while."

"I guessed."

He studies her with an inscrutable expression and she's been caught too off-guard to come up with anything other than the letter burning a hole in her desk.

"You alright?"

She sits on a chair next to his and rests her chin on her knee, feeling oddly wooden. After getting to know George, she had taken the comfort of being able to somewhat predict his mannerisms for granted, and the thought of heading into this blind made her nervous.

"My team's been assigned a case outside of London."

"Oh. When?"

"We leave this weekend."

He looks too stunned to ask the question weighing on both their minds.

"It's for a month."

"A month," he echoes distantly, as if not quite sure what to make of that piece of information. His face remains impassive and she waits for a reaction which never comes. "What about that celebratory dinner?"

"We leave after it."

"Oh."

For someone who usually always had so much to say about anything and everything, his current conversational skills were desperately wanting. Say something. Be affected, she begs internally. She needs to hear him say it. She needs the sickness in her chest to be real, to be founded.

"It'll be...different without you." The careful look on his face makes her feel like he's picking out her emotions from her face and engineering an optimal response. "I'll miss you."

It doesn't comfort her in the way she expected it would. Suddenly, she can't even bear to look at him.

"You don't have to."

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Either George had decided that she needed some space or he was just as pissed as she was, because she didn't see one sign of him over the next few days. Good. She hardly noticed. The thousand times a day he crossed her mind were only out of relief, and nothing else. But as much as she pretended otherwise, by the time the celebratory dinner rolled around, his absence had taken a toll on her. She couldn't tell if she was hoping or dreading seeing him again.

She was on a balcony on the upper floor, looking miserably into the radiant foliage of the gardens below, where unfamiliar faces flitted with a lightness of heart she envied. Their shadows are tall and intertwine ceaselessly, making her dizzy. Her bags were packed, her ticket was waiting on her mantle, and all loose ends were tied up. Even her one chance at happiness for the rest of her life.

There's a rustle behind her and she turns to see George standing a considerable distance away from her. He's only marginally closer than the first time they met, properly, when he was standing outside their front door and she was pacing behind the garden gate. She wants to cry in relief. Instead, she finds it in her not to look away. Maybe it's the confusing lighting, but there's a soft edge to his face.

"I thought I saw you come up here."

She doesn't say anything; she's too happy to. And yet, a part of her is still deeply unhappy with the sight in front of her.

"Have you...tried the food?"

"...it's not as good as yours."

"You must be leaving soon."

"Tomorrow." The thought makes her want to rip her face off.

"You'll be back in a month."

She drummed her fingernails against the marble railing, carefully choosing her words.

"What if things change in a month?" What if, she wanted to say, you meet someone else who loves you better than I can?

"It's only a month."

"A whole month."

"I don't understand. Why are you so afraid?"

"Because - because you'd forget me. You'd forget me, and our memories would sink six feet under, and you'd move on and my heart would break and...you wouldn't care."

She's never felt this way about anyone before, and she doesn't know how to express how badly she needs him to stay.

"I don't want to go back to not knowing you, George."

The setting sun burns into her neck and all of a sudden, she feels unbearably hot. Her hair is plastered to her forehead and her hands feel clammy. Her face is flushed and she feels ridiculous in her dress. But he's here, and she's said it, so she lets herself dream, if only for a moment.q

"I think about you every day. One month, two months, three months...I'll wait."

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thepringlesofblood · 2 years

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god i love rereading Graceling. The rest of the series (I haven’t read winterkeep no spoilers) is great too but there’s just something so endlessly rereadable about the first book. I’ve read it so many times that I can drop in wherever and just pick up. it helps that Katsa is very autistic, and so am I. Her POV is just *chef kiss* in a way Fire’s and Bitterblue’s aren’t (though I love them very much in their own ways!)

I intended this to be a “Katsa is autistic and here’s why” post but it turns out I can’t stop gushing about Kristen Cashore even on my own damn post.

Anyway. Katsa is autistic and here’s why:

The whole scene at the beginning where she gets overwhelmed at the fancy dinner bc of the loudness of Randa’s voice and the bright lights and the pins in her hair and the shoes that pinch her feet - it’s textbook sensory overload. She goes to the archery range to self-soothe by doing something repetitive she knows how to do really well - shooting. In total darkness. She removes the easiest stressors to get rid of - the hairpins, the shoes, the earrings, the bright lights - to recharge. it’s honestly so relatable to me as an autistic person who gets overwhelmed by noise easily. Honestly the whole time she’s at Randa’s court it focuses on what she’s wearing

because

so much of it makes her uncomfortable. Part of this is Gender Feels of course, but part of it is definitely sensory - she talks about a dress with sleeves she wants to tear off, and when she finally gets to cut her hair she notes “how odd it is to turn her head and not feel the heavy snarl of hair following behind” (I’m paraphrasing, but I’ve read this book enough times to be fairly sure of the wording).

The missing of social cues others consider obvious. It takes both Po and Raffin telling her that Giddon wants to marry her before she realizes it, and when he finally asks her, she refers back to her conversation with Raffin and mimics what he says - another big autistic mood. When they’re in the council room and Giddon is mad about the cut on her face and Po apologizes to him, she is furious about how there’s some understanding between the two of them that she can’t see- tbh one of my favorite scenes in the book. Her bluntness and straightforwardness. She doesn’t talk in metaphor or beat around the bush - she says what she means. this comes across most clearly to me when she goes to seek shelter with Bitterblue with the shopkeeper loyal to the Council. There’s none of that dance of small talk or fake politeness that often happens when meeting new people - she shows up and says “we need this this and this. this is what’s going on. here’s how much we know. what have you heard about this?” it’s not impolite, she thanks them for their help, it’s just clear cut. Her difficulty labeling and understanding her own feelings. This is called alexithymia, and it’s common among many flavors of neurodivergence. It’s most obvious when she and Po are working out their relationship - she isn’t sure what she wants, and she isn’t sure what she’s feeling or why she’s feeling this way. It’s hard for her to put her emotions into words - which is part of why she and Po work so well as a couple: she doesn’t have to explain herself to him.

I’m sure there’s other things I’m forgetting, but this is what I have for now. You could probably make an argument about plans and rigidity and getting upset when things don’t go to plan (case in point: Po giving her his ring) but I’m not able to articulate it atm. I love Katsa and Graceling and more people should read it. <3

#graceling #graceling spoilers #original post

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plushie-sentai · 1 month

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Tagged by @stickers-on-a-laptop ! Tysm!

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

Five! Not a lot atm but I used to write a lot on wattpad as well 😅

2. What is your AO3 word count?

11,227 words :P

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Tokusatsu! Namely Kamen Rider Build and King Ohger atm, but I also have a planned Ex-Aid fic (and some old my little pony fics I may move over from wattpad lmao)

4. What are your top five fics by Kudos?

Since I only have five, my top three are

Getting to Know the Boogeyman

Of Courtship & Coccinelles and

Red Looks Good on You

5. Do you respond to comments?

Yes!

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Sento’s Wandering Mind, the whole thing is a vent piece and I heavily relate to Sento so it’s more of personal processing than anything lmao

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Of Courtship & Coccinelles! I write most stuff with fluffy endings but that one definitively ends on a bright note

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Nope!

9. Do you write smut? If so, which kind?

I’ve written two smut pieces so far, which is a huge step for me personally for many reasons, but they’re both best match fics :3 one angst, one fun and sexy. Honestly I draw more of it than I write it lol

10. Do you write crossovers? I hate the craziest crossover you’ve ever written?

I’m not much for writing crossovers BUT the exaid fic I’ve had in the works for a while technically is one bc it’s hatsune Miku as a bugster lol

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Also no but would be neat :)

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Not on AO3 but I love bouncing ideas off of people and also working on characters together, esp mine and @chilipepperconverse ‘s KR OCs :3 actually I used to co-write with friends all the time in middle school when we wrote together.

14. What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Bonkers ass question but rn my answer would probably be Bravesnipe?? But I feel like there’s definitely ones I’m crazier abt out there. Maybe sonotaro…

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

Unfortunately probably the Miku exaid fic ;-; the concept is fun and cute but with some stuff I get an outline or somethin cookin and then it never sees the light of day again

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think I’m pretty good at detailed descriptions and visuals. I’m much more an artist than a writer, so I’ve spoken before about how I view my stories like written descriptions of story boards, and I absolutely love to try and paint a picture with my words.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

In my actual writing I’m unsure and would love to hear any feedback, but for me it’s actually just GETTINg myself to write. It takes a lot of mental energy to start the task and I can never really make myself do it, it’s only when I’m in a rare and intense mood for writing somethin that I’ve got a REALLY solid idea on. That’s mostly why I’ve got so few fics. I have more ideas, but it’s difficult to get myself to a point with any of them where I’ll actually write any of it out lol

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Personally I think it’s neat when other people do it, but unless it’s French I probably never will. Even then I’d be so nervous about getting it wrong I’d probably find some kinda work around

19. First fandom you wrote for?

On AO3 it’s King Ohger, but in reality…. Oh boy. Warriors fanfic abt my sonas when I was like 10? Outside of OCs my first canon-aligned fanfic was probably one of the my little pony ones on wattpad. I did mostly original character stuff when I wrote frequently as a tween so I guess I didn’t start with fanfic until like a year or two ago.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written?

I only have a few so I’m proud of them all for different reasons, but I think Sento’s Wandering Mind is one that I’m particularly fond of even tho it didn’t do as well as the others. It’s conceptually something I’ve been trying to put into words for a long time, and it was my first foray into writing anything REMOTELY sexual, which was a huge jump for me that I’m very proud of as a person who previously struggled a lot more with “catholic shame” if I had to put a word to it. It’s kinda a heavy read and isn’t perfect, but the fact that it’s out in the world is important to me and I’m happy with it. Hope you all enjoy!!

Tagging @chilipepperconverse and @cantarella-rose and anyone else who’d like to participate! :3

#tiny warbles #archive of our own #update btw: I did decide to add those mlp fics to my ao3 as well so now I have two more!

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skelekidd · 11 months

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2 for you as well, aaand 11!

Hello Travis My Lovely Mutual Travis!! :)

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2. Song or two you've had on repeat recently?

Recently, I've only really been listening to some witcher game soundtrack music to help me sleep sometimes lol. Out of the playlist, my faves are probably River of Life and The Dike by Paweł Błaszczak.

11. Ideal haircut/color on yourself? If you could do anything

I've been cutting my own hair for ~6 years now and I'm alright at it, mostly doing some variation around mullet/wolf cut territory. I never found a reference that hit the right spot I've been thinking of, until the other day I saw this tiktok and I was like THERE THAT ONE. It's a little hot to have my hair that long atm, but it'll be all over for the haters once it gets chilly again. My hair color/texture looks pretty similar to the example in the tiktok (maybe a little blonder? Depends on the lighting). Mine doesn't hold shape that well because of how fine it is, and I haven't found the right product(s)/routine to get it to behave how I want it to consistently. Probably using a blow dryer would help? lmao

So anyway, that would probably be the ideal style for me atm, but color is another issue. I have thought about dyeing my hair, but picking any fun colors would mean that I'd have to coordinate my outfits with that color (already involves many bright colors and patterns and shapes), which might mean ruling out some of my outfits. So I guess ideally, I would want something that I could change to coordinate with my outfits and mood. but part of it is that I wear a lot of different colorful outfits, and if I made my hair something more fun, then all my outfits would have to take my hair color into account in the coordination. Which could potentially mean some outfits/clothing pieces wouldn't be as viable anymore. So I guess ideally I'd just be able to change it whenever I want based on my mood/outfits, lmao. I was thinking that maybe having sorta cloud gray hair tinted with some color coordinated highlights/ends (probably like teal, lavender, lime green, hot pink would be faves). I think my ideal hairstyle would probably be a similar cut and length to the one in the tiktok, but with some slight differences in how I style it personally.

thank you for the questions ! :) <3

#asks #officialgleamstar

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lotti-lyric · 2 years

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Hihi! Can I request a MHA matchup please? I'm 16, he/it, and im bisexual <3

I'm 5'5, I have straight, short red hair with brown roots starting to come in. My eyes are hazel and they pretty big, I usually but eye liner on to make them appear more slender. I'm pretty pale, and I have light freckles all over my body. I usually wear more tight fitting cottagecore/dark academia clothes, or anything that is sage green!

I'm and INTP. I'm more introverted, but I tend to be very talkative and friendly to those I know and like. I consider myself to be a pretty approachable person as I usually have a smile on my face, and I am a optimistic realist who sees the most probable outcome but tries to look at it in a positive light. I'm pretty funny, artisitc, charasmatic and cuddly, I love physical touch between myself and people I consider my friends, little things like holding hands or hugging. I can be naive and bothering at times, when I don't get enough attention I get overly clingy and annoying. When I dont receive attention after asking I can become distant and irritated, not understanding why no one is paying attention. My mood changes pretty quickly, one moment I will be sad the next I'm beaming ear to ear. I'm impatient and i get very paranoid at times.

I'm someone who tends to find comfort in different kinds of media and then obsess over it for months. I've been obsessed with Harry Potter (dont support JKR) and BNHA for a very long time now, they are definitely my main interests atm. I love to draw, read, and play video games. One of my favorite things to do is go to the mall or just walk through thrift stores, as seeing all the clothes make me feel excited and sparks my creativity. I dislike heat and hot weather, my favorite season being fall and my favorite holiday being halloween. It also doesnt help my love for the fall season that my birthday is in October. I love spicy and savory foods, but I do occasionally get a sweet tooth and eat all the chocolate or strawberry shortcake in my house. I am a night owl and have a hard time wanting to get up in the early mornings. My favorite flowers are Snowdrops as they are so delicate and they remind me of my childhood. School is fairly easy to me, and I always get A's with the exception of a B or two. I love helping out my teachers or fellow classmates, but tend to stay away from larger groups, eating my lunch in classrooms or in the courtyard. My love language is physical touch and quality time!

I think thats it, thank you sm! I hope your day has been good so far <3

charlotte’s interlude 💗- hey!! i hope you’re having a good day!! ofc! i hope you enjoy this love, take care of yourself!! thank you, have an incredible day!!

warnings; swearing, paranoia, food

i match you with…

Uraraka Ochako!! (aka Uravity)

- this for you both!! ^^

- she has got it sooooo bad for you holy shit

- loves ur makeup but loves ur big eyes!!

- big eye club whoop whoot!!

- matching cottagecore matching cottagecore m-

- she’d never ever force you into a conversation but once you’re comfy with it, she’s sooooo happy!! you always have the best, energy filled discussions about the little things!!

- THE SMILES ITS TOO BRIGHT 😩 i need some sunglasses guys

- even before you two are together, you’re joined at the hip!! cuddling, leaning against each other during lunch outside, holding hands, laughing and cheering together

- not getting enough attention is never an issue with her!! she knows just when you need her and just like that she’s there!!

- she’s really amazing at quelling your paranoia, assuring you of what’s real and making sure the smile ends up back on your face!!

- when you’re into something, she’s into something!! you have so many inside jokes after u binged all the HP movies

- You, using a strand of her hair: aVEdEE KaDEbEE

- she is WHEEZING

- you both just walk around malls a lot, picking out little fits for each other and having fun in general

- ur upset? expect a beaming uraraka at the door with tissues, cute videos games, loads of sweets, and snowdrops just for u!!

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pushkermathur1 · 2 years

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wldflvrs · 2 years

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NOT WARRIORS, wilbur soot

a cc!wilbur soot x reader oneshot

- ', ꒱ SUMMARY, in which wilbur soot meets someone who unintentionally saves him from the pit of sorrow he’s dug himself into

- ', ꒱ CONTAINS, gender-neutral!reader, angst, fluff, post-break up feelings and stuff, hurt/comfort, swearing, non-content creator au, mentions of alcohol consumption, told in third person pov. (3.6k words)

- ', ꒱ INSPIRED BY, not warriors by waterparks

- ', ꒱ AUTHORS NOTE, wrote some soft wilbur stuff inspired by my favourite song atm for my birthday

It was 4 in the morning and Wilbur laid wide awake in bed for the second day in a row. No matter how hard he had tried, it was absolutely no use because even if he did manage to fall asleep, the dreams—or nightmares as he deemed them—that plagued his heart-broken mind would wake him up again. Reminding him of all the time and love he has wasted into someone who ended up getting bored of him.

Reaching for his phone that he had earlier thrown across the bed, he groaned as the bright light blinded his sight, making him take a moment before they had finally adjusted as to allow him to see the influx of missed calls and texts begging him to just let the senders know that he was even alive which promptly made him turn it off. He wasn't in the mood for talking. He wasn't in the mood for anything actually! All he wanted was to curl up into his bed and have just one peaceful night but he knew that wouldn't be possible. He knew that the second he closed his eyes or even looked around his room, memories of the person he once called his lover would flood his brain and he didn't want that.

He couldn't stand being here, or anywhere she's been, and so Wilbur decided he would go for a walk. Getting up from bed, he slipped on his shoes and grabbed a jacket before making his way out of his apartment and began walking in a random direction. It didn't matter where he ended up, just as long as he was away from anywhere she may be.

The cold bitter air hit his face as he quickly regretted not bringing a scarf but made no effort to warm his face or turn back. This was the most he's done since she broke up with him and the first time he hasn't resorted to alcohol to numb his feelings (because it was something he had promised her before this mess happened). And like the fool that he was, he still fucking loved her and went through with his promise—even if he was beginning to regret it. He wanted to not feel the heartbreak, he wanted to forget and numb it all even if it would all come rushing back the morning after. Perhaps then he’d finally get a restful night's sleep.

Making his way across the street, Wilbur finally realised that he finally made it towards a park. In the daytime, it was often crowded with young couples on dates and children running after (and getting chased by the) ducks at the nearby pond but even at night it was lovely. Perhaps he would feel better staying here for a while, he didn’t have any past memories associated with the little park and he doubted he’d ever come back after tonight so what did he have to lose?

Finding himself a bench to sit at, he found one that overlooked the pond which seemed to sparkle is the moonlight. She would’ve loved this- Wilbur shook the thought out of his head. He had to. There was no use in thinking about her anymore, she had found better. He scoffed at the thought. Even while he was doing anything to distract himself from her, it seemed as though she had already made herself a home within his mind and even though she had left, the memories remained with no plans of leaving—forever haunting him.

Wilbur remained at the bench, enjoying the cool air as he popped an earbud in and blasted his music in an attempt to drown out his thoughts. It wasn’t as good as what alcohol could’ve done, but it was good enough. And even if he did want to drink his sorrows, that would mean having to go to the supermarket where he could risk running into one of his friends and as much as he appreciated them dearly, he could not handle their worry and concern right now.

“Hello there.” Wilbur allowed a crack of a smile to appear on his face as one of the ducks had waddled up to him. He had been sitting there for a while now and posed no signs of being a threat to the ducks so it wasn’t a surprise that one of them had decided to approach him.

The duck, unsurprisingly, remained quiet and continued to stare at him.

“I don’t have any food unfortunately, but I’ll bring some next time, yeah?” And as if the duck had understood him, it quacked then began waddling back towards the bridge where the rest of it’s family stood.

A duck that can understand humans? Wilbur almost laughed at the thought.

By now the sun had begun to rise, allowing rays of sunlight to peek through the leaves of trees surrounding the park and act as a reminder for Wilbur to leave. He didn’t want to run into anyone he knew, or anyone in general for that matter! He just wanted to go home and curl up into his bed for the remainder of the day and as an adult living by himself, he was able to do just that.

Carelessly throwing his phone onto the couch the second he made it through his front door, he put his shoes away and hung up his coat before heading to his room to ‘rot away’ as one of his friends had called it when he checked his notifications. He didn’t pay attention to the name of who sent it nor did he care. He thinks it was Jack, or maybe Tommy. Probably Jack. He’d reply later. Whenever that was.

And so like clockwork, for the next few days, Wilbur had left to head to the park at around 4 in the morning with a small bag of oats to feed the ducks with. He would stay there for a few hours, either until he was too cold to continue being outside or until the sun had begun to rise and people were starting to arrive.

He had made the effort of at least making his presence known to his friends so that they weren’t blowing up his phone every hour wondering if he was even alive. It only took Tommy threatening to file a missing persons report if he didn’t reply—because “I know you’re reading this, Wil”—for the young boy to finally hear back from him but also understanding that he was going through a tough time, didn’t pester him about it. From there, he would occasionally reply to one of their messages and in return, they wouldn’t be breaking his notifications every hour. For the most part that was.

Tonight was no different from the others. Leaving his apartment at four in the morning with a bag of oats in hand and barely three hours of sleep, he headed towards the park where he would be spending his early morning with ducks. God that sounded pathetic.

“Hello to you too.” He greeted the flock of ducks who had waddled towards him upon his arrival. They pecked at his legs, silently (but sort of painfully) asking for him to feed them, making him laugh quietly. “Alright I’ll stop talking, here.”

Despite his words, he did not stop talking.

Shortly after throwing a handful of oats onto the ground, Wilbur had begun to rant about his day to the ducks who mindlessly pecked at the pile of oats before them. He told them about his day and how he almost texted her asking how she was and how he almost gave in to go to the supermarket and buy himself a bottle of vodka and say screw it to the promise he has made her. He didn’t, obviously, despite him wanting to. He was by the door about to turn the doorknob and leave when something seemed to stop him. He didn’t know if it was because he’s grown an attachment to the ducks or the fact that he still wanted to keep that promise he made to her or something else entirely but he ended up back in bed soon after.

“You don’t think I’m going mad, do you?” He asked, not expecting any sort of response other than a quack but was surprised when another voice replied to his question.

“Just a bit.”

The sudden presence made him jump and almost drop the rest of the oats in his bag. He mentally cursed himself for that before turning his head to the side where a person stood a couple feet apart from him. It was still fairly early in the morning so there was no reason for someone who appears to be around his age to be in the middle of the park on a Wednesday morning, but then again here he was, so who was he to judge?

“Hello to you guys too.” The stranger laughed as the group of ducks he was just previously feeding had ended up at their side, pecking at their legs the same way they did to him whenever he came by.

Wilbur watched in a mix of shock and awe.

“They like you.” He voiced his thoughts.

The stranger looked up from the ducks at their feet to nod at him. “Most of the time, I used to feed them on my way back home from class.”

“Used to?”

“I’m finishing my last semester this year, so I’ve been going straight home after class. I’m surprised they still remember me.”

“I’ve been feeding them for the past few days.”

The stranger let out a chuckle at the obvious statement. “I can see that. They’re pretty sweet, I can see why you were talking to them. Great listeners.”

Wilbur rolled his eyes at their words. “You can call me weird for talking to ducks, I won’t be too offended.”

“I’m Wilbur.” He introduced after a moment of silence settled between them. He extended a hand out for them to take as he put the bag of oats into his jacket pocket.

“(Y/N).” They replied with a gentle smile that Wilbur unintentionally mirrored.

That afternoon when he returned home—he had invited them to get coffee at a nearby cafe which they agreed to—a part of him was thankful he didn’t give in last night and went out to drown his sorrows in burning alcohol but the other part felt suddenly more empty now that he was alone.

He had only known (Y/N) for a few hours but it was enough for him to grow fond of their company. He wanted to see them again and while he did get their number, he also knew that they were finishing up their last semester of university so freetime wasn’t always in their schedule. The last thing he wanted was for them to possibly fail an assignment or test due to him. But he had their number, so perhaps he’d be able to see them again soon.

Falling into the warm embrace of his bed, Wilbur placed his phone by his nightstand before burying his face into his pillow. Exhaustion had been plaguing him despite the few hours of sleep he’s been beginning to get each night but apparently, it wasn’t enough to satisfy his body’s needs and so with nothing in his day to look forward to, Wilbur slept.

He slept from two in the afternoon until nearly one in the morning, his mind far too exhausted to produce any dreams that would have him jolting awake which he was thankful for. He was almost certain that had it not been for the sound of his phone going off that he would’ve slept through the entire night.

Reaching for his phone, he took a second to adjust to the bright light the screen casted before unlocking it to reveal two messages from you. The first read, i think they’re hungry, with the following being a picture of the ducks at your feet. Wilbur chuckled to himself, punching a quick reply before getting up from his bed.

Taking a shower and brushing his teeth before rushing to throw on a pair of jeans with the first sweater he saw, Wilbur almost forgot to grab the oats as he ran out the door. He was certain he was forgetting something else but as he patted his pockets and didn’t feel anything missing or out of place, he simply assumed it wasn’t important enough to bring before running back out the door and towards the park.

“Hey!” They greeted as Wilbur’s pace slowed to a jog before stopping by their side, hands resting on his knees in an attempt to catch his breath.

“Hey.” He responded, bringing cold air into his lungs as he felt his heart beat continue to race. “Sorry, I took so long.”

(Y/N) gave him a sympathetic smile. “It’s alright, sorry if I woke you by the way.”

“No no, it’s alright. I’ve been sleeping all week, I need to get out more anyways.” He replied.

They remained silent though it looked like they wanted to say something. Wilbur didn’t press on it.

It was strange how comforting the silence was. Usually he didn’t like the silence since that was when his mind got the most of him but right now, it was the opposite. The silence hung across their shoulders comfortingly as he pulled out the bag of oats and began feeding the ducks that had been pecking at both of your legs upon arrival.

It was strange, but he liked it.

“Why did you come back?” Wilbur suddenly asked, breaking the silence that previously held them.

They hummed in response, tilting their head to the side as if silently asked him what he meant by that.

“I mean why did you come here, I thought you said you were busy with your studies now?” He said, throwing another handful of oats onto the ground.

“Tired, I guess. Of staying home studying all day I mean, it gets boring isolating yourself in your room all day.” Wilbur definitely knew how that felt.

“Oh so it’s not because you missed me?” He teased, placing a hand over his heart to add to the joke.

(Y/N) laughed, and Wilbur found himself smiling at the reaction he was able to pull out of them as if it was an achievement of sorts.

“No, that too. It was fun getting coffee earlier, I really enjoyed it.”

He wondered if they were able to see the way the corners of his lips quirked upwards at that. “I uh, I had a great time with you too. If you’re free, I’d really like to get another coffee with you sometime? I understand you’re busy and all but I’m honestly free whenever.”

“How about lunch tomorrow? My class ends at 11.”

“I’ll pick you up!”

Wilbur didn’t own a car. He knew how to drive, but he did not own a car.

This didn’t act as large of a problem the night before but now with less than hour before (Y/N)’s class was ending and the promise of driving them to lunch, Wilbur was rapidly running out of options to save himself.

God he was such an idiot.

Just as he was about to give up and call them to come up with some lie about his ‘totally real and existing car,’an idea popped into his mind. It probably wasn’t the best idea but he was seriously running out of time.

Pulling out his phone, he hastily unlocked it and searched through his contacts and pressed the call button on the one he wanted. He waited for three rings before the line connected and he let out a sigh of relief.

“Wilbur? Are you alright-”

“Jack! I need a favour!”

Rustling came from Jack’s end of the line before he spoke again. “Okay, that depends. What is it exactly?”

“I need to borrow your car.”

“What?”

He didn’t have enough time for this, but it was also his last and only resort so he didn’t have much of a choice anyways, so he explained it all. He told him how he began heading to the park in the middle of the night to feed the ducks and ended up meeting someone who also befriended the ducks which led to him asking them to lunch and offering to give them a ride despite him not owning a car and how that now brought him to asking Jack for his car so he wouldn’t have to come up with some shitty lie as to why he couldn’t give them a ride. It was a mouthful to say and an even bigger earful to hear and for a second, Wilbur wondered if what he had said was even coherent as silence was the only thing he heard for a while.

It wasn’t until laughter came from the other line that he knew he had heard and understood it.

“So you’re telling me, you lied to your date and didn’t realise it until now?” Jack managed to say between laughs. Wilbur simply huffed in annoyance at his friend's response, not even realising that Jack had called it a date.

“Jack- okay yes I did, I’m an idiot I know but please let me borrow your car and I’ll do anything. I’ll owe you the biggest favour ever.” This caught Jack’s interest and Wilbur contemplated taking it back or not but before he could even decide, Jack had already accepted it.

“Alright fine, I’ll drive by your place and you can take it. Just don’t mess it up or you’re paying.”

Wilbur let out a sigh of relief. “Thank you. So so much!”

Surprisingly, he had made it to (Y/N)’s university with five minutes to spare—and no accidents—allowing for him to mentally prepare himself.

He didn’t understand why he was so nervous, it was just lunch. There was no reason for him to be feeling like this. He couldn’t even remember the last time he’s felt this nervous—probably because back then, he would drink enough alcohol required before he no longer felt anything. It was a good thing, for multiple reasons, that he didn’t drink anymore but he still wished there was something he could do to ease the nervousness.

The passenger side door swung open, breaking Wilbur out of his thoughts and somehow managing to make his heart beat faster as his eyes landed on them who greeted him warmly with a smile.

“Hey.”

“Hey, ready to go?”

Wilbur mutely nodded, his brain a complete mess of words he couldn’t say making it hard to even form a coherent thought. Thankfully however, as the car roared to life, there was little talking needed as they went to turn on the radio shortly after he began to drive away and the sound of their singing—and occasionally his own—filled the car as he drove towards the restaurant they would be spending the rest of their afternoon at.

Had someone told him a week ago, when he began spiralling into that hole that led him to sleepless nights at the park with ducks as his only company for a little while, that it would lead him to spending all his lunches at a restaurant down the street with a stranger—or friend possibly?—and nights together at the park or his flat who made him feel better in such a small span of time, Wilbur would’ve laughed in their face then tell them to fuck off. He didn’t need a knight in shining armour and he most definitely didn’t need a saviour to save him from the mess he put himself through. But that wasn’t how life worked, and he still got one in the form of a college student who also enjoyed feeding the ducks.

His saviour however, wasn’t a cold warrior of any sorts but rather, a kind hearted stranger whose smile managed to make his heart flutter and leave his flurried mind at a loss for words. They wore sweaters instead of shining armour and gave him coffee for those early mornings he went to meet them before class and laughed whenever the ducks would get too impatient waiting for their food instead devoting their life to protecting another for the sake of justice.

His saviour, in short, was someone who had walked into his heart that he was positive he had locked and made themselves at home without him even noticing it.

It was terrifying when he finally realised—and even more so when he found himself subconsciously welcoming them to stay in his heart. Had all the heartbreak he just endured not been enough for him to go falling in-love with someone all over again? Had he not learnt his lesson already?

It didn’t make sense! He knew how relationships ended. He knew how his relationships always ended.

He didn’t want to go through the heartbreak all over again. He didn’t want to be hurt again, but this—the way they made him forget about it all and filled his head up with new memories and feelings to yearn over—was different.

This could be different.

Right?

Shuffling from the other side of his bed caught his attention. Glancing down, he saw (Y/N)’s sleeping figure twist and turn in their sleep, unable to get comfortable before moving closer towards Wilbur who instinctively wrapped his arms around them, pulling their body closer to his so that they could rest comfortably against him.

They mumbled something he couldn’t quite understand which was quickly followed by soft snores, leaving Wilbur wide awake in his bedroom with a soft smile on his face as moonlight shone through the window. This was all the confirmation he needed.

This would be different.

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multi-lefaiye · 2 years

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HI hello hi :D can I... can I perhaps get some Tunes? any and all WIP tunes you're in the mood to share!! I love all ur projects c: though if you'd like me to be more specific if you have any from A Modern Ghost Story up your sleeve I would love to hear those 👀👀👀

Ooooh yes yes hello hi!!! Sharing Tunes is my passion,,, also thank you that is so nice asdfjkl;

Very funny because literally today I revamped/remade the A Modern Ghost Story playlist b/c the original didn't have the right vibes. This story is very much just Vibes atm for the most part (at least, aside from Roach), but I will share some of the Vibes Tunes. And also I will share a song or two from the separate Roach Playlist,,,,,, because yes I made a Roach playlist.

Actually one of my favorite things to do, as a lot of people I talk to on discord can attest to, is to take songs from my playlists and analyze them/explain why they relate to that story. I might...do a little of that... here.... Not to the extent that I usually do, but some of it.

Might put this under the cut actually whoops- Sorry I cannot answer asks concisely </3

So the first vibes song that I will share is The Perfect World by Marty Friedman! Just in general the vibes of apathy towards faith and accepting death, and like. Saving yourself and creating our own perfect world instead of relying on external forces... yeah <3 That vibes a lot.

Some lyrics I think are particularly fitting:

Broken people, broken feelings Feeling numb but know they're bleeding Light and darkness bond together "Faith will save you" (Yeah, whatever…)

And then also:

Sometimes we try to feel how things just used to be in yesterdays But never seem to believe in what we see today No one ever make it better, no one ever lives forever Wake me up and let me go

This song's vibes are Impeccable.

Aside from that, other songs that I think vibe pretty well are Along Came A Spider by Czesław Śpiewa (I know it's a song about World War II but the Vibes..... really feels like a good horror song in general), The Business of Paper Stars by Hawthorne Heights (which is apparently about the education system but I am relating it to my OCs because it's got good vibes <3), aaaaand Bird With a Broken Wing by Owl City (idk how to explain this one but just the vibe of like. the idea that ghosts in A Modern Ghost Story are just sad, lonely, scared people).

OKAY so now I want to share a Roach Song. The Roach song I'm thinking of is one I actually used to associate with a different character, but it's a Roach song now. That song is Kiss Me, Kill Me by Mest!!! Specifically I relate this song to their relationship with a character I've deliberately been kinda quiet about, Vulture!!! He'll be explained a bit more in part two of Vultures are Holy Creatures (the Roach Ramble).

The TL;DR of Roach and Vulture's relationship was that it was super nasty and toxic and codependent and it's the reason behind a lot of Roach's persisting self-esteem issues, and that's the vibe I get from this song </3 I'll share some lyrics I like tho:

Our tragedy Seems to be killing everything it sees Like death itself This valentine still looms In the darkest hour, the killing moon If I could do it all again

And also:

Your eyes unwind the tragedy of our lives My eyes went blind Believe when I say Hell burns bright When this night dies Hell burns bright

I kinda wanna type up a full summary/analysis of Kiss Me, Kill Me and why I think it fits Roach and Vulture, but I'm gonna wait at least until after I finish part two of Vultures are Holy Creatures.

Anyway to round this off, rather than sharing a bunch more Roach songs, I want to share songs that make me think of the other characters. Because I feel bad about how much I latched onto Roach. I won't share lyrics for all of them, I'll just share the song and explain it briefly.

Sydney Ambrose - Toxic Thoughts by Faith Marie (vibes of Syd's struggles to live up to their own expectations and their relationship with themself) (Fun fact this is also a good song for my OC Ink, but he's not in this story, and that's for very different reasons)

Yara Key - I Don't Daydream Anymore by Unlike Pluto (the vibes of this song are kind of wild but they make me think of Yara's desire to live her life to the fullest and enjoy it while she can rather than dwelling on what comes after)

Oliver Cox - It's Alright by Mother Mother (vibes of Oliver struggling a lot with his own mental health but putting off helping himself in favor of helping others, and him struggling with doubt but still trying to stand strong and have confidence in himself)

Vincent Cruz (new guy) - TV Head by Elliot Lee (vibes with Vincent being raised with very strict standards that he couldn't quite live up to and his need to lie to make others think he's something he's not so they'll like him)

Juno London - Dead Girls by Penelope Scott (honestly could vibe with most of the voids, but for Juno I relate this song to Juno's self-hatred that they mask by being an asshole to everyone, as well as the fact that they aren't a very empathetic person but still make the choice to show compassion, even if their methods are unconventional)

Asher King - Cradles by Sub Urban (also a song that applies to most of the voids, but for Asher this makes me think of her desire to mask her true feelings from others and come off as always cool, collected, and competent)

Apollo - Sleepwalk by Forrest Day (this song once again fits all the voids but for Apollo specifically I think this song fits his struggles trusting himself and his own perception of reality)

Bonus:

Vulture - The Devil Wears a Suit and Tie by Colter Wall (,,,, vibes)

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a-tomb-with-a-view · 3 years

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iv read all your alex fics and i miss my boy so much. Do you have any to rec?

Aha big mood, lemme think

Anything by @on-irratia is always p damn good, specifically their Shining Bright series is an all time fav, but everything is really good

Fears (Don’t Get Me Started) by @pawprinterfanfic is a lot of fun

@alexthedrummerboy’s social media au is brilliant, and I liked her fic I Can Get By The Days Just Fine (But The Nights)

@the-anxious-gay-drummer has some really fantastic stuff

I really loved Breathe These City Lights and Lying Is The Most Fun by @sunsetsandcurves

The Screaming Adventures Of Crop Top Death Drop by @kybee1497 is really funny

Alex And His Rose Bush Boys and Sometimes Two Are Better Than One by @sunsetcurveofficial and (You Know) The Rest By Heart by (Idk the author’s tumblr) are really good if you like polyam fics

When You Came Around, My World Felt New by @astorytotellyourfriends is Willie-centric but really great

You Showed Me Faith Is Not Blind (Miracles Happen) by @sunsetcurbed is very long and absolutely fantastic

These are all I can think of/find atm but anyone is welcome to add on, I know there’s a lot really smashing stuff out there that I haven’t seen

#jatp #julie and the fat ones #julie and the himbos #julie and the phantoms #luke patterson #julie molina #alex jatp #reggie jatp #willie jatp #willex #Alex mercer #Alex-centric fic rec list #Alex fic #fic recs #fic rec list #jatp fic rec #meg gives recs

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one-piece-dumpster-fire · 4 years

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Could I get a scenario(I didn't see anything about scenarios in your rules but if you're not doing those atm you can write headcanons 😊) of Ace and his girlfriend spending a fun day at the beach and when the sun starts going down they start kissing and it's the first time they've kissed a lot and Ace accidentally loses control of his df powers and sets off some nearby fireworks and he thinks he's messed up their special moment but she thinks it makes it much more magical?

Unfortunately I only do headcanon for this event hhhh but this is such a great idea for a small scenario, so I feel that my headcanons don't really do it justice... T^T Hopefully you'll still be able to somewhat enjoy them though, dear anon❤ And this idea is absolutely brilliant and was one of my favorite summer requests for sure, so precious :'D

Ace accidentally ignites some nearby fireworks during his first makeout-session with you headcanon

for a while now Ace has been wondering what it might be like to do more than just exchanging quick and tame kisses, but he never wanted to push you into something you weren't ready for yet, which is why he would always hold himself back. But today, after a long day of having fun at the beach, you're both all cuddled up and watching the sunset together, and he's itching to milk this romantic moment for all its worth

it starts with Ace giving you the cheesiest compliment in history of cheesy compliments ("The sunset is really beautiful... but do you know what's even more beautiful? You, (Y/N). Man, you look breathtaking tonight!") to set the mood, and after your obligatory giggle he leans in for a soft, seemingly innocent kiss. Your lips are barely touching, almost as if he's still testing the waters- but it's actually part of his plan to edge you on and see if you'd be willing to deepen the contact on your own.

...and he doesn't have to wait long. Fleeting pecks quickly turn into drawn-out kisses with your lips melting against his and hands tangling up into hair to pull each other closer, even if that's barely physically possible. Ace is completely overwhelmed with emotions- desire, excitement, love- everything is rushing through his veins at once. This night, this moment, it's absolute magic to him, and he's eager for more.

his hands eventually let go of your hair so he can gently cup your face, sending some of his warmth through your skin as he deepens the kiss and presses his body against yours. And slowly but surely the desire pulsing through his lower abdomen causes an entire new feeling to bubble up within him...

he's so caught up in pulling you closer and enjoying your heavy kissing session that he doesn't notice how the carnal feelings running through him start to activate his Devil Fruit powers. Sparks are obviously flying between you two, no doubt, but now there's also literal fire soaring through the air because of the pirate's excitement.

none of you notice it, that is until a loud whooosh suddenly tears through the silence- and just a moment later- BANG! the sound of something exploding causes you two to pull away in shock

taken completely by surprise, Ace instinctively pushes you away, in fear that someone might be trying to attack you. But then he notices how half his body is covered in flames and that small sparks occasiononaly fly off of him and land on a box filled with fireworks next to you...

his eyes widen as he realizes what's going on, and shortly after that another BANG! shakes the air and a bright pink fire lights up the sky

"Did- oh no, did I do that?!"

despite still being overwhelmed with emotions from your previous make-out session, Ace now desperately tries to calm himself as well as the flames around him down, hoping that he can still salvage this. Unfortunately though, it doesn't really work. More panic fills him as another small rocket goes off, and soon enough the entire nightsky is light up in a colorful spectacle

...and is if the loud noise of the firework surprising him wasn't bad enough, the shock and panic of getting interrupted also causes him to start hiccuping a bit. Great.

this whole situation turned from romantic to horrible way too quick, and by the time Ace finally manages to put out the flames, it's too late. Every single firework rocket in the box has been ignited, and one by one they fly up and explode into the sky

well, shit. The moment you were having is utterly ruined now. Ace is already ringing with himself to think of a good excuse for this. Things were going so well and this was the first time you two were bold enough to take your affections one step further, but he ruined it. Now, after seeing what happens when he gets too excited, you probably wouldn't ever want to try something like this again, right...?

"(Y/N), I'm- damn it, I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to ruin-"

"Oh my gosh Ace, look at the sky! This is absolutely beautiful!!! Did you know this would happen?!"

...okay, this is unexpected. Instead of being shocked or reacting negatively, you actually seem to like what's going on...

"How magical! Oh Ace, you really made this moment unforgettable!"

the happiness and excitement on your face is the biggest relief imagineable for him. Now Ace can't help but smirk a bit and goofily pulls his hat down to cover part of his face and hide the bright blush that's starting to creep onto his cheeks. Phew, he didn't ruin the night. Furthermore, you actually really seem to enjoy it! My, what a lucky accident...

"Heh, if you really like it that much... then how about we pick up where we left off before our firework is over? I bet we can make this moment even more memorable together,(Y/N)!"

without wasting another moment, Ace then leans down to press a soft kiss to your lips, all while the sky continues to be illuminated by the colorful explosions he caused. And in that very moment, there's not only a firework going off above your and Ace's head- for another one is firing up in his chest as well.

#one piece #portgas d ace #one piece headcanon #ace x reader #one piece x reader #one piece imagine #michelle's cool summer event

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romewritingshop · 4 years

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We could call it love

Fandom: Choices, Open Heart

Relationship: Doctor Ethan Ramsey X F!MC (Name: Doctor Kayla Jackson)

Warnings: Smut, fingering, alcohol drinking, semi-public sex, slightly drunk MC but she sobers up, biting

Word Count Total: 3561

A/N: It took me a while but I’ve managed to complete this fic. I guess you could call this a song fic as it includes lyrics. The song is Sacrifice by Black Atlass. An absolute sensual song that somehow works for Ethan and MC. Would love constructive feedback but that’s totally up to you. Thanks and I hope you enjoy. 😘 I’d definitely recommend listening to the song while reading the fic because it sets the mood. I tagged the ones who I thought would be interested but if not let me know, I just want to make some friends. 😊

SACRIFICE - BLACK ATLASS

CHOICES MASTERLIST

Tagged: @ohramsey @juliafranquet @me-and-my-choices @eleanorbloom @choicesficwriterscreations @kaavyaethanramsey @miss-smrxtiee @nooruleman @rookie-ramsey @imonlybibecauseofethanramsey @drethanramslay @chaotichuman0090 @drakewalker04

The apartment was quiet, save for the low hum of the TV. Some Japanese game show was on but Kayla was paying no mind to it as her eyes zeroed in on the grainy wooden coffee table. Her spirit was in a world of its own as her hands blindingly scratched Pixie’s neck. Mack was happily munching on his lettuce beside her while Sunny was playing with a little ball between her paws. The pets were great company but they weren’t the best at communicating as Kayla exhaled shamefully, her head dropping to the back of the sofa. Her eyes closed as she recounted what happened in Ethan’s office.

“You’re an immature irresponsible resident that has turned the diagnostics team into a free flowing ATM. I hope you’re happy Dr. Jackson, you’ve gone against the principles of this team. I expected better from one of the best doctors.”

She flinched at the crystal clear sharp tone in his voice as she sunk further into her spiral of despair. She only reached out to Gwyneth to help with her condition and it was an extra bonus that she was willing to spend more money for her healthcare. A small fraction of her felt guilty at the fact that she went behind Ethan’s back but if she was presented with the choice she’d happily do it again.

The familiar rattle of the door handle rang as Kayla lifted her head to see Elijah and Sienna enter, having just finished their shifts at the hospital. She buried her pain and smiled widely at her friends.

“Hey guys! How was today?”

“It was pretty good but you seem to have had a harder day. What happened?”

Sienna’s soft eyes and nurturing smile made it harder for Kayla to hide the terrible things that happened today. Kayla’s face dropped as Sienna and Elijah made their way over to be beside Kayla as she opened up.

“Dr. Ramsey found out that I messaged Gwyneth to come to our hospital for treatment.”

Sienna and Elijah shared an anxious glance at Kayla’s despair. Both of them knew that Dr. Ramsey and Kayla had some semblance of a relationship so her depressed state was something much deeper as Sienna wrapped an arm around Kayla’s shoulder. Edenbrook was struggling from the budget cuts but Elijah knew that Kayla had a very good reason to go behind Dr. Ramsey’s back.

“Well, you did the right thing Kayla. You probably saved the diagnostics team.”

“I know it will but Dr. Ramsey doesn’t see it that way. He thinks that getting Gwyneth will pave the way for billionaires to get better care and soon the people that need help will be denied because they can’t afford it.”

“He’s wrong and we all know that this the only way to save the diagnostics team.”

“I know.”

The front door opens as Jackie strides through, sending a quick greeting to her friends before rushing into her room. Changing into her jeans and blue button shirt, coming back to the living room.

“Why aren’t you guys getting ready? Today Donnahue’s are doing a thirty percent discount for Edenbrook residents and doctors. The others are waiting for us there.”

Kayla wasn’t in the mood for a drink but deep down she had a feeling Ethan would be there. It was his usual haunt and she couldn’t face him after what he said to her. Sienna beamed as she stood up and nudged Kayla.

“Come on. A drink would you some good.”

“Sienna.”

“Nope! You’re coming with us or Jackie’ll drag you out.”

“And I will, Kayla.”

Kayla exhaled as she mumbled, groggily getting up and dragging her feet to her room. She stared into her closet, looking for something to wear. A knock rang on her door as she hummed, hearing steps come up beside her and she sees Sienna in a nice blue striped dress.

“What are you gonna wear Kayla?”

Kayla spotted something and pulled the hanger out to show Sienna. It was a plain blue sweater dress but Sienna shook her head vehemently. Kayla was not going to continue to wallow in her sadness as she yanked the dress and tossed it away to Kayla’s bed.

“Hey!”

“No! I’m not letting you dress up like that. Don’t let Dr. Ramsey get to you like that! Deep down, you know you’re right.” A small smile made a way to Kayla’s face as she couldn’t help but agree. It was the best decision she made and she doesn’t regret it one bit.

“I know.”

“Good! Now let’s wear something pretty and wreck the house tonight.” A bigger smile broke out on Kayla’s face as Sienna spotted the perfect outfit for Kayla. Stepping forward and pulling the hanger to show Kayla: a forest green satin wrap dress. It was perfect and sexy as Sienna brought out a black leather jacket and suede black ankle boots.

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There was a pep to her step as she entered the bar. Shaking off the cold outside air and she could see the bar bustling with residents and interns from Edenbrook. It was almost a full house as Kayla, Sienna, Elijah and Jackie brushed past people to get to their booth where Kyra, Rafael, Aurora and Bryce were sat, already having started with beer bottles in their hands. All eyes drew to Kayla as Bryce wolf whistled.

“Damn Kayla! You look like you’re ready to get laid.”

She rolled her eyes and sat next to Bryce, nudging his shoulder playfully.

“Next time, Bryce.”

Bryce smirked as he offered Kayla his drink, she took it and downed the rest as Jackie and Kyra bought a variety of drinks: shots of tequila and bottles of beer. Tonight, Kayla was going to forget and just lose control. After three shots of tequila, she could feel the light buzz coursing through her chest and all the knots of anxiety were slowly melting. Just as she was about to take her fourth shot, her eyes caught sight of a familiar green jacket and smooth back curly hair. The cloudy blue grey eyes and soft beard.

Ethan had entered the bar and it seemed his eyes were taken aback at seeing her. She looked exceptionally radiant and part of Ethan wanted to go over but he knew that he needed to keep away. She was a colleague and he still hasn’t forgiven her for what she did. He tore his eyes away and went to the bar to order his usual scotch. Kayla’s heart sagged as Ethan went away to the bar without even greeting her.

A chill vibrates through her as Kayla clutched her jacket closer as Bryce noticed the chill.

“Feeling cold?”

“A little.”

“I’m sure a little tequila will warm you up.”

She smiled and took another shot of tequila. The liquid courage lit a small fire as her eyes danced to the centre stage where two doctors drunkenly sang some cheesy eighties song. The tequila was meddling with her brain as she stood up and walked over to the karaoke stand.

The two doctors just finished up with their song as Kayla took centre stage, placing the mic in it’s holder stand and she scrolled through the songs list for karaoke. Her friends were too busy in their drinks when they heard a sultry tone rumble through the air. They frowned and turned towards the stage. Some of their eyes widened while others grew a big grin at the sight of Kayla standing tall and proud. Mic in her hand and a stool beside her.

Ethan felt a change in the music as his eyes were also drawn to the stage, his breath hitched in his throat as he spotted Kayla. No longer his intelligent colleague but a mystifying angel of lust. Her eyes connected with Ethan’s as her voice sang the first line.

I will never sacrifice my love, not even for you.

The tequila brought a husky tone that made her sound like a low hum of a jazz radio. Mellow and pleasing to the ears. Ethan furrowed his eyebrows with intrigue as Kayla set her gaze firmly on him. The bar patrons becoming a blur as she grasped the mic stand close to her.

You know I don’t play it safe

Sometimes you have to break the rules

Kayla was talking about what she did as Ethan straightened his posture. He never knew she could sing so well as Kayla raised an eyebrow at him. She knew he was watching her and the tequila in her soul was burning bright. Control was in her grasp as she let her fingers drag over her body, getting to the edge of her jacket and letting it slip off her shoulders.

Letting her satin emerald dress take the focus off her. All her friends were stunned from Kayla’s seductive display: Sienna and Aurora’s jaws dropped; Elijah had started recording this insane moment, and to show sober Kayla what happened; Kyra and Jackie cheering her on while Rafael and Bryce were entranced from her subtle movements.

Ethan felt the slight burn of anger murmur in him as he noticed every male gaze stick to Kayla but her eyes were on him. Part of him was jealous as he wanted to stride to the stage and take Kayla home, but another part of him was a little proud at her little display and that she was focused on him. He knew she had something to drink otherwise she wouldn’t have gone on stage and pulled that stunt off. She was baring everything to him and with that he sat rooted on his seat. Eyes taking in her hands over the sides of her hips.

He was still sat watching her, the glass of scotch in his deft hands and Kayla frowned slightly. Her act was getting nothing out of him.

We could call it love, or we could call it nothing

But you got what I want, you know I do, too

She was getting into the second chorus and her hips began swaying slowly like a metronome keeping in time with the steady beat of the song. He tensed slightly as Kayla let a smile reach her face as she finished the song off with a soft hum. The buzz of the tequila got absorbed into her mind as she straightened herself and bowed at the raucous applause.

The men jeered loudly and some women whooped. Kayla glanced at Ethan, his fingers were wrapped tightly around his glass and his gaze was a whispering chill over her body and soul. She sent a daring flirtatious wink at him before gliding towards her group of friends. Their voices clamoured over one another. Singing their praises and surprise at Kayla’s performance. She draped her jacket over the chair she sat in as she excused herself to head towards the restroom.

She was about to enter the ladies’ when a firm hand clasped her upper arm and yanked her in to a small dark room. Just as she was about to scream, the light came on and the grey eyed doctor was in front of her. Her heart pumped viciously as she leaned against the door of what seemed to be a supply closet. His presence surrounded her and she was surprised by the welcome chill that radiated from him. Ethan raised an eyebrow and suppressed a growl.

The dress looked even more silky and glowing as it sparkled against her dark skin. Her red ombre hair was done up in a braided bun which made her neck shine. Kayla looked like the radiant queen of an empire as she realised the gravity of where they were. Ethan had pulled her into a supply closet, just the two of him and the warmth of their bodies swirled in the air. He had risked someone seeing them as she stood tall against him.

“Ethan.”

“Jackson.”

“Still not calling me Rookie?”

“I’m still upset about what you did.”

“I’ve apologised many times and I don’t know what else you want me to say.”

“Your performance said plenty.”

She shrugged a little at the slight gritted tone in his voice.

“Well I’ll say it one last time: I’m sorry I went behind your back and got Gwyneth to come to the hospital. If I were given the option, I’d do it again. It really was the only way to save Edenbrook.”

Unlike the previous apologies, this one had more vulnerability as Ethan peered deep into her brown eyes. He saw her fire and passion to help Edenbrook. This and her performance all accumulated to the fact that she was right. Despite the fact that it went against the principles of Naveen and the diagnostics team, it would be something Ethan would do. Something he already did as he signed a deal with Declan Nash to save Naveen.

Kayla did the exact same thing for a multitude of patients. He liked her determination to save people and his face softened. She was taken aback by the calmness in his eyes as his lips curled up to a neutral smile.

“I’m sorry, Kayla. You did the right thing. When all the other outcomes fail, sometimes the worst solutions can be the best. I’m glad you made the decision.”

Her cheeks warmed at his apology as she dropped her eyes down to his collar. Unable to look him in the eye as she mumbled.

“Thanks.” Ethan glanced down and scratched the back of his neck, the tense air now loose which left a slight serene calm in the air. Kayla furrowed her eyebrow and glanced back at the door. “Was that it or is there anything else?”

The performance. He wanted to tell her what he thought about her performance but it wasn’t right. She was a grown woman, who could do what she wanted. A woman that literally serenaded her desires to him in front of a bunch of resident doctors and her friends. He took a deep breath and opened up.

“Nothing else.”

“Wait! So you pulled me into a closet just to say you’re sorry.” He kept his mouth shut yet his silence was enough of an answer for her. “You know we could have had this conversation outside.”

“People might look a little deeper into our conversation.”

“Since when do you care about what people think?”

“I don’t but I know they’ll be surprised once I do this.”

He stepped closer to Kayla and leaned down to press his lips against hers. Letting his walls crumble down temporarily as his lips rubbed over hers, he could taste the tequila she had drank, it melted deliciously against the scotch he had. A low smell of cinnamon and grapefruit filled his nose as he breathed it in deeply. A perfume she often wore to work as it lifted from her, as the heat of the supply closet and their bodies caused her to slightly perspire.

It made her scent stand out more and he sunk deeper, pushing his tongue into hers to dance sensually. His eyes closed to let his senses elevate the tastes and scents of their bodies. Kayla felt her consciousness drift away as her hands came to rest on the sides of his waist. Her fingers pressed between the hem of the shirt feeling the soft cotton and his skin.

His fingers gently grasped her bare shoulders, his index looping under the thin strap of her wrap dress. Ethan pulled away as Kayla opened her eyes to finally look up at him. Desire and passion glowing in his eyes as her husky voice spoke.

“What does this mean?”

“You know, Rookie.”

His eyes spoke it all. The performance she put on and the decision she took, he was proud of her choices and a bigger grin took a hold of her face as she surged forward. One nimble hand curling the hair at the nape of his neck, the other sinking under his shirt to feel at his tender skin. Pulling him closer to trap her against the closet door and Ethan welcomed her initiative.

His left hand following the fold of her wrap dress, his fingers danced dangerously along the satin green and smooth skin. She let go as he hummed slowly.

“Can I carry on, Kayla?”

“Please, Ethan.”

Their lips reconnected as Ethan’s fingers dipped inside her dress, a deep groan tumbled out of his mouth as he felt her bare breasts pliable against his fingers. She arched further into his hand as her hand sunk under her shirt to feel the firm muscles and the thin trail of hair disappearing into his jeans.

“Kayla!”

“Ethan! I need you now!”

They didn’t have much time as the fear of someone discovering them loomed over the atmosphere. Ethan pressed his fingers down and dragged over her sternum, his fingers grazing against the soft fabric of her dress before disappearing under the hem of the dress. She let go and gasped at his strong fingers rubbing against her clit. A moan threatening to break out as she hissed.

“Stop teasing Ethan!”

A mischievous smirk curled on his lips as he yanked her underwear down, his fingers feeling the sticky wetness between the lips of her vagina.

“And what you were doing wasn’t teasing?”

He took his fingers away and pushed it in between his teeth, his tongue lapping at the sweet tanginess of her arousal. Kayla felt like she could die happy, Ethan moved her to press her cheek against the door. The metal of his belt opened and the flyer zipped down. Her breath hitched as she felt penis stroke over her thighs.

A slightly louder moan escaped her lips as Ethan brought the fingers he sucked on into her mouth. In the times they had slept together, he noticed she was a loud lover and despite him wanting to melt against her moans and grunts, he had to keep it quiet in order to avoid suspicion. Ethan sunk into her as he growled into her neck, she hummed into his fingers.

A delightful stretch through her core as his long cock pushed into her walls, her feet curled and her hands pressed on the door to ground herself. It had been a while since they were together as Ethan regretted pushing her away, trying to make up for it with his actions. He set a slow pace to state his stance with her. His right hand trailed up her body to lace with her fingers.

A familiar dance as Ethan rolled his hips to a gradual speed, rising and rising, harder and slightly faster. Their symphony of pleasure muffled into their bodies. Her saliva soaked his fingers as he brushed them down the dress and to her clitoris. Pulling, pinching and circling her erogenous zone. He unlaced his fingers to grasp her chin and bring it over her right shoulder.

Reconnecting his mouth to hers to absorb the sounds she was making, Ethan slowed his movements, opting to thrust deeper and faster which had her whine pathetically. A new sound that she’s made as Ethan couldn’t help but smirk at his prowess. One powerful thrust made Kayla fist the door and it tossed her over the edge as she stilled. Two slow thrusts later Ethan came as well as he pulled his lips away and sunk his teeth into her shoulder. The both of them twitched with pleasure as the tepid atmosphere came down to a cool breeze.

He unlatched his teeth from her shoulder to see a perfect circle of the indents his teeth made as he pressed and open mouthed kiss on it before pressing a short sweet kiss on Kayla’s lips as a soothing gesture. Slowly pulling his cock out of her, a bit of his semen ran down her legs as he carefully tucked himself back into his underwear, zipping up and putting the belt back on. There was a roll of tissue on a shelf as he quickly grabbed a few sheets and carefully cleaned Kayla up.

A dazed look glimmered in her face as she slowly turned around to rest her back on the wall, adoringly gazing at Ethan who had bent down to help her into her underwear, he glanced up with a soft smile. She balanced herself on his shoulders and stepped into the underwear, Ethan’s fingers grazing her legs as he stood up to secure her underwear in place. Pulling the hem of her dress down and fixing the collar of the dress. The both of them were semi presentable as Kayla wrapped her arms around his torso, pulling him close to breathe in his scent.

“I guess that means you liked my solo.”

“What gave it away, Rookie?” She said nothing but pressed a small kiss to his lips, whispering a small thanks to him. “Again, I’m sorry I was hard on you about Gwyneth.”

“And I’m sorry I went behind your back. From now on, we discuss my ill ideas.”

“Agreed.”

As much as the both of them wanted to stay in one another’s’ arms, they knew that the real world was waiting for them. Where they couldn’t be together like they were now. Ethan reluctantly stepped away and cleared his throat.

“You better go first. I’ll come out in a bit.”

“See you tomorrow, Ethan.”

“Rookie.”

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dumbkiri · 4 years

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Hypnotic You

Second Series for Jason Todd

Request: Mixing up requests I got in submissions.

Summary: [Name] has to come to terms that she really isn’t a fighter yet. Her mother, Diana Prince, left her in the care of Batman to help [Name] fight or at least learn how. Jason and [Name] have been partners for a long time and he is her mentor. But that all changes when he requests to go back to his team, The Outlaws. [Name] feels that she is left behind and comes across a new friend.

But this new friend of hers is another enemy of the Justice League and a sworn enemy of her mother’s. [Name]’s body is resistant to some magic, but when Hecate awakens her godly form, is she able to control her dormant powers?

Pairing: Jason Todd x Fem! Reader

Genre: Mystery, Drama, Angst, Fluff

Word Count: 2.5k, 6 pgs

WARNING(S): NONE???

The sun shined brightly onto Gotham City providing light and warmth in the cold season of Winter. The snow that piled up from last night's storm was gradually melting under the bright star. And [Name] witnessed the frost on her living room windows going away.

She watched her neighbors do their daily routine of mowing their luscious green grass. Their kids had the job of taking out the trash and recycling. The mother would usually watch on holding their newborn baby or she was wiping her hands on a dish rag. [Name] turned away from the normal scene and glued her eyes on the TV.

"In Today's news, Batman and Robin had stopped another criminal last night. Despite the storm, the caped vigilantes stopped the Riddler from robbing one of Gotham's finest jewelry stores. The Riddler is now being sent to Gotham--"

[Name] turned the TV off knowing that the Riddler would just escape again from wherever he's being sent to. She stayed on her couch for a while and enjoyed snuggling with her warm blanket that she got out of the dryer. Her eyes closed in happiness and she began to wonder in her land of dreams. That was until there was a knock at her front door.

She grumbled in annoyance and got up from the couch. [Name]’s sock covered feet carried her to the door and she opened it with a kind smile. There standing on her porch was her best friend and partner, Jason Todd. He was wearing his signature red hoodie with black jeans and black adidas. He stuffed his hands into his hoodie and sighed, “Are you gonna invite me in?”

[Name] snapped out of her trance and opened the door more to let him in. She watched as he relaxed and walked into her house. He took his shoes off by her door where her own shoes were placed. “To what do I owe the pleasure?” She asked and walked in front of him to stop him from entering her kitchen.

“I’m hungry,” He responded and took his hands from his hoodie. He placed his cold fingers on her exposed waist and moved her aside. [Name] recoiled from his touch and giggled, “You should warm your hands up. Oh, I’ll make you hot chocolate!”

Jason stayed silent and watched [Name] run into her kitchen. He chuckled when he saw that she struggled to reach her mugs on the top shelf. But after a few seconds, she managed to get them. “I said I was hungry, not thirsty,” Jason grumbled and sat in the barstools at the kitchen island. [Name] stopped pouring the hot chocolate and looked at him, “Do you not want any?”

“Let’s go grab a bite.” Jason asked suddenly.

“Are you asking me out to eat breakfast with you?” [Name] looked at him questioningly.

Jason sighed and walked over to her. He grabbed the mug filled with hot chocolate topped with cool whipped cream. He took a sip and relished the hot drink entering his freezing body. “I am asking you to eat breakfast with me,” He replied after setting the cocoa down on the granite counter.

[Name] smiled and grabbed a napkin from the kitchen island. She wiped Jason’s mouth to get rid of the whipped cream. She made eye contact with the male and laughed, “Yes, I’ll go eat with you, Todd, so stop your glaring.” [Name] walked away and threw the napkin into the trash. “Gimme five minutes to get dressed.”

It took her longer than five minutes to get dressed, but Jason wasn’t going to ruin her perfect mood. He looked at her outfit and he took notice how she wore gloves and a scarf. “What?” [Name] interrupted his thoughts and placed her hands on her hips, “I’m not going out there freezing my butt off like you, okay?”

Jason raised his hands up and looked away, “I wasn’t going to say anything about your fashion choices. It’s a smart idea to bundle up, I don’t want anybody blaming me if you get sick.”

“You really do care for me,” [Name] softly said and Jason scoffed, turning to the front door. He opened it and walked out. He was going to ignore her comment about how he felt toward her. Jason wasn't’ sure himself. There were days he wanted to shoot her because of her rash decisions of saving a petty criminal. Yet there were days he had the strong urge to protect her from those petty criminals. “I’ll buy breakfast!” [Name] shouted as she locked her front door.

……

“The reason why I brought you here was because we need to talk,” Jason lit a cigarette and before he could inhale the deadly toxins, [Name] was quick enough to snatch it from him.

“Smoking isn’t allowed in here and I want to enjoy my breakfast before we get kicked out.” She smiled at him kindly.

Jason grumbled under his breath as he watched the female put out the cigarette in her empty glass half filled with ice. He crossed his arms over his chest and began speaking, “I requested that we change partners or back to our original teams. Now I don’t want you to interrupt me because I need you to listen to my reasons.” Jason’s blue eyes connected with her [e.color] eyes.

[Name] remained quiet waiting for his reasons. She stopped messing with the crayons she got from the host and paid Jason her undivided attention.

“I feel as though I need to work with my team, The Outlaws, more than Batman’s sidekick. Roy said he needs some help with the team and that they’re breaking without my leadership. I am also needed on higher stake missions and not burglars who steal money from an ATM.”

“He didn’t just steal money from an ATM. He was stealing from homeless people!” [Name] whispered-yelled. She was a bit frustrated about Jason’s choice.

“Hey, I told you to not interrupt me,” Jason scolded and continued his explanation. His stare softened and his body slowly relaxed into a vulnerable state. “I’m needed with my team, [Name]. I helped you with a lot of your training and I believe you already make a fine Batgirl. You don’t need me anymore.”

“Yes, I do,” [Name] spoke up, not caring that she didn’t let him finish, “You help me make those hard decisions. You sometimes influence me, but most importantly you make me decide what I want to do. I never really had that choice with Batman and Robin. You help me a lot in those times, in our missions.”

Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, “Those aren’t missions, [Name]. I get it, you entered the fighting scene a little too late. But what Batman has us doing, what he has you doing is nothing compared to what I used to do with my team. We take down guys like Sionis. We take down actual criminals with dangerous agendas.”

[Name] felt small in her seat.

“And to be frank, I’m tired of dealing with those petty criminals. I want the real deal. I want to go back to my team,” Jason finished.

[Name] swallowed the lump in her throat, “Then be with your team, Jason. No one is going to stop you.”

Jason stared at her and was baffled by her response, “You-- Why are you not stopping me?” He was 100% positive that she was going to throw a royal fit. But here she was surprising him.

[Name] pushed her plate of food away from her kid’s menu. She grabbed a red crayon and began doodling. Her attention was divided now and it was because she needed a distraction. She could no longer stare in his gunmetal eyes anymore. “You said you needed your team and that they needed you. Why would I stop you if you want to leave?”

“I don’t know, I thought you would have put up a bigger fight. It’s what you would usually do.” Jason replied back and watched her aimlessly draw on her kids menu. He didn’t know what she was trying to draw and honestly he didn’t care. His phone buzzed in his pocket and he quickly looked at who was calling him. It was Roy Harper.

[Name] pretended she wasn’t looking, but she noticed how Jason didn’t hesitate to answer the call. She put her crayon down and raised her hand in the air to call the waitress. Their waitress came by with a pretty smile. “Can I have the check please?” [Name] warmly asked with her own smile. The waitress nodded her head and handed the check to which [Name] handed back cash. “Keep the change.”

Jason watched [Name]’s interactions with the waitress carefully. He noticed the front she was putting up. After all, he spent a long time with her to notice how she was doing. He focused back on the call and listened to Roy’s words. Apparently, Sionis was still in the game while in prison. It meant that the criminal had connections inside the prison to make deals outside. Jason wanted to shoot himself twenty times right about now.

[Name] waited patiently for Jason to end the call, so they can have a proper goodbye. It was rude to leave while he was on the call, but it was also rude to answer the phone when he was having a conversation with her. Yet [Name] didn’t have the confidence to communicate with him. It wouldn’t matter anyways because they were no longer going to work together. Maybe that is why [Name] felt so sad. She was growing attached to the male even if they did have their downs.

“I got it, Harper,” Jason said with the roll of his eyes, “We’ll talk about it more later and plan from there. Alright, see you guys later.” He ended the call and gave a curt nod to [Name]. “Roy called about--”

[Name] waved him off and laughed, “Spare me the details and go get the bad guy.”

Jason sighed and gestured to her with his hands, “You’re mad.”

“I’m upset,” [Name] truthfully said with a shrug of her shoulders. Her eyes were downcasted to examine her scramble of a drawing. “I thought of us as a team, you know? So being sent back to a dynamic duo like Batman and Robin kind of makes me feel-- I don’t know,” [Name] laughed and looked up at him. She waved her hands side to side, “I don’t know what I’m talking about now, my words are going to be scrambled soon if we keep talking.”

[Name] put her wallet back in her purse and flipped the straps on her shoulder. She was collecting her things. She scooted to the edge of the booth and stood up, “But thank you for teaching me the ropes and other important things. I’ll catch you on the flipside.” [Name] turned her back on Jason and hurried to exit the restaurant. She was really digging herself into a hole back there.

“Catch you on the flipside? God, what was I thinking?” [Name] scolded herself and lightly hit the side of her head with her palm. “Stupid, stupid, stupid,” She helplessly muttered as she walked further away from the restaurant. [Name] walked past some people going about their business and easily dodged the shoulders of people not paying attention to their surroundings. She was surprised that she was able to notice the people around her when her mind was plagued with questions.

At this point, [Name] wanted to be home and enjoy her hot chocolate for real this time. If Jason really requested for her to go back with Batman then the caped crusader will call her if she soon. "I should go pick up Blue from the pet store. Ah, I forgot my poor baby had an appointment today,” [Name] hailed a taxi and got into the backseat while telling the driver where to go.

“Rough mornin’, miss?” The taxi driver asked looking into the rearview mirror.

[Name] gave him a small smile, “You can say that.”

The taxi driver whistled with his clapped lips. They seemed to bleed a little meaning that he was picking at the skin of his bottom lip recently. “The storm must have hit yer area hard or somethin’ if ya ain’t smilin’. The kids ‘round here are havin’ a field day! Throwin’ snowballs and jus’ havin’ some normal fun! Ya should join ‘em, put a pretty smile back on ya face, y’know?”

“I will when I pick up my dog from his appointment. Blue would love the snow and I’m sure the kids would love him,” [Name] replied looking out the window. She watched the buildings she recognized pass by with a blur. Then she averted her attention to the taxi driver. She noticed a purple ring surrounding his irises before it disappeared.

The taxi driver cleared his throat and clenched the steering wheel tighter, “He must've really hurt yer feelings.”

“Excuse me?” [Name] swallowed and stared at the man with a new sense of curiosity and suspicion. She scooted to the edge of her seat and asked again, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I said he must’ve hurt yer feelings. Especially if ya have that sad look in yer eyes like someone ran o’er yer dog. What’s his name?” The taxi driver tilted his head to the side and a large pop resonated in the taxi.

Uncomfortable, [Name] leaned her back into the cushion of her seat. Her lips parted in uncertainty, “He’s only a friend and there’s no reason for you to know his name. You’re a stranger.”

“I’m more than jus’ a stranger, darlin’,” The taxi driver answered quickly. The car came to a stop and [Name] opened the door. She almost forgot to pay the man, but he stopped her with a creepy smile on his face.

“No need to pay me, girl,” He said and leaned over the passenger seat, “I want ya to know somethin’.”

[Name] got out of the car and closed the door. She bent down to listen to him talk though. She didn’t know why she was staying any longer with this weirdo. Yet her curiosity wasn’t quenched, not now. “She’s always watchin’ ya. Said somethin’ about awakening yer true potential.”

“Thank you for the ride, sir,” [Name] dismissed his words and ran into the pet store where she felt somewhat safe. She picked her phone from her purse and dialed Jason’s number hoping he would pick up as quickly as he did for Roy. It rang twice then went straight to voicemail. Might as well tell him what happened to her.

“Hey, Jason, I called to tell you the strangest thing that happened to me. This taxi driver gave me the weirdest ride ever. I-- He knew that I talked to you? Actually, he doesn’t know you, but I don’t know. It was the oddest thing that’s ever happened. He knew what I was feeling. I mean he knew-- Whatever, just give me a call back?” She said with nervousness, “He said someone was watching me. I have to hear some advice from you.”

She ended the call there and perked up at her dog barking happily. She hoped that the taxi driver was only crazy and that what he said wasn’t true. [Name] has enough to worry about.

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dolce-peach · 4 years

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catch me if i fall

pairing: steve rogers x reader

summary: you’d take a bullet for steve rogers, and you meant it.

warnings: angst, injury

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You were never comfortable with the dense club atmosphere. There were too many people around you, making the air thick and hot. Thankfully this club was slightly better than the rest, with cold mood lighting and soft R&B music playing in the background.

There were still some people around you. Occasionally you’d get a long glance from a guy and a flirtatious wink from a girl, but frankly that wasn’t the prize at the moment.

Like most of your other missions as an Avenger, you often accompanied the rest of the group of heroes to many Hydra dealings, trying to destroy the very thing that consumed SHIELD from the inside out. It wasn’t exactly a 9:5 job, but if you could put a stop to it, then it was worth it.

It was just you, Steve, and Natasha that night. The three of you were an unofficial stealth team, often doing most of the dirty work.

“Y/N, status,” Steve’s voice came in through the comms.

“No sign of Rumlow,” you said as you turned and smiled at the bartender as he slid you a drink.

You heard him sigh. “That better not be alcohol.”

“Keep your pants on,” you teased. “It’s just to help me relax.”

“Why don’t you two just find a room already?” Natasha groaned into the radio. “The tension’s killing me.”

“Status,” Steve said.

You heard a sniper load in the background. “Stationed across the street. I have a clear shot of the window.”

“Stay focused,” Steve said sternly. “It’s been months since we’ve had a proper lead on Rumlow, and I don’t want to lose him now.”

You sipped your drink. “Aye, Cap’n.”

You glanced out the window at the bright city lights. Rain fell, wetting the streets and creating a reflection of light against the tall buildings.

You set your drink down as you saw a black car pull up. You immediately recognized Rumlow’s scars before he secured his black mask over his face.

“He’s here,” you whispered. “I’ll take him down as soon as he’s through the door.”

“Don’t engage. There are too many people,” Steve said.

“We can take him. He’s alone,” you protested.

You could hear Steve’s frustration. “You don’t know that.”

“Stark’s bots are on standby,” you said, reaching inside your jacket for the gun in your pocket.

“Y/N...”

You bit your lip. “If we don’t make a move now, we won’t get the chance again,” you said. “And if this doesn’t work, I’ll take full responsibility.”

“That’s not what I meant --”

“Are you guys going to argue all night?” Natasha interrupted.

You felt a lump in your throat as you felt Rumlow take a seat next to you. You tried to remain collected, but the mere thought of how many innocent people he killed made your blood boil.

He chuckled. “Nice to see you, Y/N.”

“Rumlow,” you said, nodding calmly. “What brings you here?”

“I think you know,” he said. “Why else would you be in this dump?”

You shrugged, trying to let the alcohol relax your nerves. “It’s not bad.”

“You still with Rogers?” he asked.

You narrowed your eyes. “Excuse me?”

“You two seemed close,” he explained, leaning back as he sipped on his hard liquor. “Figured I’d be getting a wedding invitation in the mail sometime soon.”

“You’re talking to me as if we’re friends,” you said.

“Well,” he leaned closer. “Aren’t we?”

“Not anymore.”

He rolled his eyes, loosening his mask. You held back your gasp of horror as his uneven scars were illuminated by the low light. The pain bubbled in his face as he looked at you, seeing his own fear and malice reflected in your eyes.

“They did this to me,” he snarled. “And I’m gonna make them pay.”

You tightened the grip on your gun. “Good luck with that.”

“Y/N,” Steve warned.

Seeing your eyes change, Rumlow laughed. “That son of a bitch is here, isn’t he?” He reached forward and grabbed the collar of your leather jacket. “Tell him not to be so shy.”

“Why don’t you tell him yourself?” You shoved him away.

You calmly pointed your gun at him, your finger ghosting over the trigger.

Rumlow chuckled. “You can’t shoot me. You don’t have the balls.”

Adrenaline made you surprisingly calm as you shifted your aim and shot his shoulder, causing everyone in the club to scream and run for the exits. He hissed in pain.

“Oh, sorry, I missed your heart,” you said.

As more people exited the club, Steve seemed to stick out like a sore thumb. You backed away from Rumlow, leaving him at the bar as you stood next to Steve.

He growled. “I should’ve known.”

“Give it up, Rumlow,” Steve said. “No one has to get hurt.”

“People always get hurt around you, Rogers,” he said. “Your girl’s no exception.”

The ground shook before erupting in fire and debris. You tried hard to keep your balance, but everything was happening so fast. You fell to your knees trying to reach Steve.

You cried out as a large block slammed into your lower back, pinning you to the ground. The wind was knocked out of your lungs, leaving you breathless under the awful pressure and pain.

The rain of small rocks against your head stopped as Steve kneeled over you, using his shield to protect you both.

Your ears were ringing when it stopped. You couldn’t see much, but you felt a hot trail running from your forehead, staining your vision red.

Steve grunted as he lifted the heavy stone from your back, rolling you over in his lap.

“Y/N!” His blue eyes seemed to cut through the blood. “Are you okay? Can you walk?”

You murmured something incoherent, and he lifted you in his arms before trying to find a safe route out.

You could hear Natasha’s panicked voice echo through your earpiece.

“Steve?” you said, your breath running away from you. “Oh, God...”

“Stay awake, Y/N. Do you hear me?” Steve said. “Stay awake.”

Between the thudding in your back and the sirens approaching, your eyes widened as your brain began to overload. Your vision began to blur with each passing second.

“Y/N?” Steve tried. “You’re gonna be okay. Just keep your eyes on me.”

Then, like a freight train, it dawned on you.

Your face went white.

“My legs, Steve...”

He looked at you with concern.

“My legs...my legs...” you repeated. “I can’t feel --”

You furrowed your eyebrows, trying your best to understand what he was saying until you passed out.

You didn’t have to open your eyes to confirm your horror.

Your legs still remained unpleasantly numb. Every cell in your body was itching to move, but you couldn’t.

When you finally opened your eyes, you stared at the ceiling, looking at the light coming in through the tilted blinds. Your eyes watered, tears escaping down the sides of your face, soaking your pillow.

This was the price you had to pay, and you were lucky to be alive.

You were relieved to remember that Steve was okay. It was all that really mattered, even more than yourself. Sure, doctors said you may never be able to walk again, but it was worth all the pain if Steve was safe.

You were out of your tiny hospital room in no time. There wasn’t much more the doctors could do for you after an extensive surgery to save your spine besides dressing your other superficial wounds from the explosion.

Natasha was the one to come and take you home. Apparently Steve was bogged down with paperwork, or he couldn’t bring himself to see you. You figured it was the latter. Part of you was bitter about it, but you decided to let it go.

“There she is,” Tony said with a smile as Natasha wheeled you into the common area. “How are you feeling, champ?”

“Tired,” you replied with a small smile. “Anything happen while I was gone?”

“It’s been pretty uneventful actually,” Tony said. “Gotta admit, I missed you.”

You quirked an eyebrow. “You should take him to the hospital, Nat.”

“Good idea,” she laughed as Tony rolled his eyes.

You looked around, but saw no sign of Steve anywhere.

With Clint, Thor, and Bruce gone, things have been quiet. You never really noticed since you’ve been on so many missions, but now that you were probably going to be on the sidelines for a while, it was a harsh reality you had to accept.

“He’ll be up soon enough,” Tony said, seeing your expression. “Unless Fury has another laundry list of things to discuss.”

“He doesn’t want to see me,” you concluded.

Natasha tightened her grip on the handles of your wheelchair. “Y/N...”

“What are you talking about?” Tony said, kneeling down in front of you. “Of course, he does. You’re the only reason he gets out of bed every day.”

“Probably not anymore,” you sighed. “It’s okay. It was bound to happen eventually, right? I was cocky and thought I had everything under control, then Rumlow had to go and blow everything up.” You rubbed your temples. “And now I have to live with the consequences.”

Natasha squeezed your shoulder. “None of it was your fault, Y/N.”

“Listen to me,” Tony said, taking your hands. “I can promise you with my whole heart filled with shrapnel that Cap loves you. No one else but you, and that’s a fact.” He pursed his lips. “And if he doesn’t, then he’s a star-spangled idiot.”

You laughed, your eyes welling up. “Thanks.”

The elevator slid open with a ring, causing the three of you to turn and see Steve walk in. He looked up from the folders he held and stared at you with disbelief.

“Y/N.”

You sent a small smile. “Hey.”

He walked over and knelt down in front of you as Tony and Natasha left the room.

He gently ran his callused fingers along the trails of your tears.

“How are you feeling? Do you need anything?”

You shook your head. “Just you.” You frowned. “Did they find him?”

His expression was grim. “He was buried under the rubble.”

“That’s good, I guess.”

“But your legs --”

You shook your head. “Don’t put that on yourself. It can’t be helped. The explosion came out of nowhere.”

“But I asked you to do it, to come on that mission.”

“Hey, I agreed because you know as well as I do that I love you, and I would do anything to help,” you said. “That’s never going to change. So when I say it’s fine --”

“It’s not fine!” he protested.

“It is, Steve!” you shouted back. “Why can’t you understand that I’m trying to see the good in this? I don’t want to wallow in my own tears, but if that’s what you want me to do --”

“I’m sorry,” he said, his voice low as he knelt down and took your shaking hands. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that.”

“Steve,” you whispered as he hugged you gently, letting you sob into his chest.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N,” he said ever so gently. “I’m sorry...”

He kept repeating those words in your ear like a sad lullaby. Each time he said it carried a new meaning.

I’m sorry this happened.

I’m sorry I wasn’t there.

I’m sorry I didn’t do better.

You slowly wrapped your arms around him. “I will do whatever it takes to get back on my feet again.”

“I know you will,” he breathed. “And I’m going to be there every step of the way.”

Hearing those words coming from Steve made you simply happy, almost as happy as feeling your toes wiggle the next moment.

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neo-shitty · 3 years

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toffee!

hehe glad i could make you laugh, oooh that sounds awesome! yeah id love to be tagged it sounds great :)

YES the differences are so fucking weird. like, they do know they're the same age right? i feel like its just an exagguration of how much the persons role in the group matters, like we see chan being held up as such a mature, old leader while jungkook who is literally the same age, is still babied etc. like enha hyung line is basically the same age (if a bit younger) as chenle and jisung but somehow the rules are different?? as you point out, still legal but still bizarre. hehe yeah, i mean where else are we going to rant? quora lol. mmm, hopefully more people can just write less smut abt people who are barely adults

ah, no prob it didnt take long. yeah i think thats right (i keep forgetting you know my url lol) mmhmm :( i think if that happened irl there would be some major trauma going on. knock wood it never happens to you or me lol (/hj)

hehe same! oooh glad Redemption For Cheese was realised! yess we cant rllycomplain that theyve written/produced too much good music lol. yeah, ive dragged him into being a stay so *dusts hands off* mission accomplished. mmm yeah, they tend to have a certain vibe but tbh it couldve worked if they were any other group but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ahh ur one step ahead of me on the stages of listening to ssick i think, still not convinced but thats okay! hehe, it had to be said. yesss the itch in the back of my brain is very satisfied by sorry i love you, felixs vocals deserve to be appreciated! (side note i feel like hes trying to sing more like his speaking voice, sorta husky, but tbh i wouldnt be mad if he sang like in glow, his sweet honey vocals made my life lol. but i think ive heard him say he doesnt like singing like that cos it makes his normal voice less husky, so what can you do)

> YES SOMEONE SAID IT. seungmin rap KING, he sped thru that rap like it was nothing, he deserves more rap lines. i do like how they gave minho some melodic rap lines this comeback, my guy deserved to show off those skills that made him not be eliminated (flashbacks to stay collectively wanting to murder jyp) and we already know changbin can sing, my man murdered masked singer. hyunjin can obviously sing as can jisung and felix, and i want to hear chan rap more! i feel like he started as part of 3racha (as a rap unit not producing) and then just became a vocalist (which im fine with, but it could be nice to hear him flex his rapping skills) and was partially replaced by hyunjin. anywayyy

back to album talk. lmaooo sad music to twerk to PERFECTLY describes silent cry. yes secret secret is and will always be, a masterpiece. hehe glad i could make you laugh :) i just felt like they have similar vibes. putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised. oh my beloved track, red lights. ahh thats okay, we can have different opinions, but by god the lyrics are *chefs kiss*. *banging on table* TWISTED AU TWISTED AU TWISTED AU. yess id love to see ur take on it! sdfghjkl it would have been glorious

no no! not stupid, just able to predict my brainwaves. ooooh thats so cool! makes me want to go there (wherever there is lol) yeah the waves are pretty good here, but none of my familys a surfer, so we dont rlly enjoy the full potential lol. YES moving on to gone away, it is indeed a heartwrenching track, but the vocals and the bloody key change? makes me want to brave being sad just to listen to it. mmm yeah, good point :( i feel like ive just gotten used to overthinking so much so that it doesnt matter what mood im in, ill do it anyway, so might as well just do what i feel like doing anyway.

yeah i think ur right! it is quite comforting knowing that all the tracks will get the love they deserve. i feel like also people assume kpop is just one genre which is utter bs. there are so many different vibes and feels and songs, i couldnt get into kpop (of which i thought only the bright cheerful present day bts stuff existed smh) until i heard gods menu so... idk where i was going with this but yeah. :)

YES FUCK YG, theyre literally on the brink of being kicked out of the big three and they are holding their salvation hostage without letting them do ANYTHING. idek what thought process goes thru their minds but arghhh its so infuriating. yess lisa's cb will be awesome but ot4 is the gold standard here.

hehe, glad u could get to this point. no no! u dont sound like a cult member at all lol yeah, i loooove some of their songs but the whole 23 members thing is getting to me. thats prob a common problem with nctzens but what can i say? im a simple girl with a limit to how many korean boys i can give my money to. atm im just trying to get into ateez and finish memorising enhypen's faces. also kard is kinda sucking me into their fandom atm, as well as eric name lol. ah what can you do? ooh thats good!

hehe i love it too! its exactly like online penpals, that was rlly well put. aww ty! hmm im okay, recovering from a bad case of rsv so thats fun. im doing okay mentally, starting therapy soon (after having to convince my mother that its not just smth i can brush off). physically i wont go into, basically i should be doing stretches to help but they dont completely fix it so my lazy ass doesnt do them, plus i got told recently im going to be stuck with this condition for the rest of my life so thats fun! ah, before you type smth dw abt me ill be fine. the weather atm is cloudy but warm, its been raining on and off today which is good for the garden. uhh i just finished reading sunburnt veils and im in the middle of prom theory which is rlly good. ummm ive got a concert tonight? that i may or may not be able to sing in (bc of the whole rsv thingo) and uhhhh idk. my dog is cute? im drinking tea rn? ive got a school dance coming up?

wbu? hows ur day going, how are you? whats the weather like on ur end? done anything interesting lately? found smth that makes you rlly happy? just any random thing youve been dying to tell someone?

no no! dont apologise, i love these exchanges. i think im happy to continue them for a long time :) on the other hand, if you get tired of them, feel free to just not answer at any time. goodness gracious this was a long ask haha hope it isnt too annoying

<3 w.a. 🐺

sorry it took me a bit to reply, i was fixing my theme ;n;

yeah, i figured it was because of the roles too. my friends and i still get taken aback when 3rd gen idols are the same age as 4th gen ones. in my head it doesn't add up sometimes. PLS THE RANT AT QUORA SKJDK tbh tho it's just going to be normalized as the years pass? esp that the boys are growing older and the amount of explicit fics will just increase. i might have to start blocking tags.

i had to look up the previous ask to remember what we were talking about xd i hope the events in champagne problems never happens to anyone. realistically, it probably happens a lot. damn i really won't wish that pain on anyone. dragging your brother into being a stay i whEEZED JFKSA additional noeasy music enthusiast o.o and ALL I CAN SAY WITH YOU GUSHING ABT FELIX IS AHA WHIPPEEEED OML can't blame you tho, i also want to hear felix sing more in other shades (if that makes sense HAHA) i really hope they'll do the role exchange in the next comeback :( or like in the near future bc i know they can do it :( the day i hear seungmin rapping it i will respectfully pass away. minho was given more lines this comeback thank fUCK i could rmb my irl being vocal abt her frustration. i don't get why minho barely has center time/lines in title tracks??? like the line distribution in the past eras just made me ???? if seventeen can balance lines with 13 members why cant a group of 8 do the same? moving on. i haven't watched the stray kids show simply bc i don't want to cry HAJS but i've seen clips. imagine if skz debuted without minho and felix?!?!? i rmb another irl catching bias feels towards changbin bc of the masked singer only to find out that the man's a rapper. i love how skz's vocals were highlighted this comeback :c there were a lot of mellow tracks! i find it cute when chan sings/raps bc it gets kinda obvious that he's a foreigner? the accent (im not even sure if it's the accent) it just shows. "putting off skz stuff bc of not having time to cry IS the kpop stan life summarised." CORRECT.

abt the twisted au o.O i'll inquire my irl if she wants to write it or not. if she doesn't want to, i'll do it. i miss writing twisted aus <3___<3 and i also miss going to the beach with my friends :' ) but it's starting to get cold here and i don't think i'll be able to enjoy the beach as much as i would if i went beaching in the summer. so maybe next summer? gone away really has an sm-ballad vibe. the thing about skz being a self-producing group, their songs don't sound like typical jype songs? and i just appreciate that bc in all honesty im not a fan of jyp groups at all. PLS the overthinking. i wish i could mute overthinking.

anyone who assumes kpop is just one genre obv hasn't listened to a single track. if kpop was just one genre why do i like some tracks more than the others??? oh you've only recently become a kpop stan? tbh im not a fan of the bright songs of bts either. i liked their older ones *chefs kiss* really matched high school vibes. yg has good artists and they're just wasting the talent ~.~ that strategy they have will get tiring eventually. people will stop waiting on blackpink and move on to newer more active groups ://

HAHAHAH yeah the 23 members is pretty overwhelming! it was the reason i didn't bother stanning before quarantine started. i don't regret stanning tho, met my ult bias in that group <3___<3 i don't really purchase albums unless i like the tracks xd ohhh getting into ateez just in time for the comeback! let me know what you think about them! i was fond of them at some point but grew out of it. good luck with memorizing enhypen! it took me a while to distinguish to people there XD i haven't checked out kard yet but chan plays their songs during lives and they're sexc hype music me likey *u*

i had to look up rsv im sorry. i'm glad you're recovering! please rest more and don't stress yourself out. bro i wish i could go to therapy too bc i have weird issues i can't justify and i need a professional to tell me what's the reason behind it. stuck with what condition btw? what happened? i'm sorry in case i just forgot. yesterday was a bit rainy for me too :(( it's not the type of rainy that makes me anxious so B) oh concert! good luck and i hope you'll be able to sing but i also don't think it's best for you rn :c what's your dog's breed? and yes i just finished drinking tea too. AAAAA i miss school dances :(( the last one i was supposed to have was cancelled bc of covid.

i was less productive today and i'm teetering between being mentally stable and becoming a hermit again. i'm anxious with a lot of things atm so like : D not the best state. today it was a bit sunny but not hot hot which was nice. i changed my theme today bc i couldn't wait for sept. 1st. and no i haven't found anything that makes me happy HAHAHA shit like that's hard to identify. don't have anything to say too, i'm just thinking about why i'm procrastinating too much atm T_T and i'm listening to this rap song atm and one of the rappers sounded like han.

it isn't annoying! i enjoy the long exchanges but i do admit it takes me awhile to type down a reply. so if i get more busy, it'll prolly take a bit longer for me to reply.

#toff.asks #wild anon 🐺

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it took me a while to think of something but how about a dialogue prompt? "I don't know what you want from me." for buddie!! fluff or angst, you get to decide :)

COMBINED WITH BUDDIEWEEK2020 PROMPT

July 10th - Day 5: “It’s okay, you can cry.” + comfort

living that two birds one stone lyfestyle bc I am what? a lazy pos.

anyway here's some fun Buckley siblings feat Buddie xoxoxo

There were several things that Eddie knew to be true about Buck.

One, was that he loved Buck, with every piece of his heart.

Two, that Buck loved him with his whole entire soul.

Three, that no matter what happened, no matter who came into their lives, long after Eddie was dead and gone, Buck had Maddie, and Maddie had Buck.

The Buckley siblings were both bound by trauma, so to speak—they had survived natural disasters, complete miracles, their parents, and they were more or less connected at the hip. It was good, a camaraderie that Eddie wished he had with his sisters; who were nice enough when they wanted to be, but who's teasing remarks cut a bit too deep when they weren’t careful.

Buck and Maddie had a built in support system with one another, and that much was obvious.

What was slightly less obvious was how fiercely, painfully competitive the Buckley siblings were with one another; a fact that was typically forgotten until it was too late.

It started out harmlessly enough.

Hen had invited everyone and their kids to Dave and Busters for Denny’s birthday. It was a nice enough gesture in a fun, neutral location—a huge building filled with games, prizes, and that kind of greasy food that looks amazing in the moment and leaves you feeling sluggish for days. Buck and Chris were stuck together like glue—Eddie had learned long ago that simple acts of fun were as good for Buck as they were for Chris, and it was easy for Eddie to cheer them on in whatever shenanigans they took on; he wasn’t about to allow anyone to call it out and risk Buck feeling an ounce of unnecessary shame.

Besides, he really couldn’t find anything in him but delight as he watched Buck scoop Christopher up in his arms and promptly launch them both into a ball pit, the bright peal of Chris’s laughter ringing above the low din in the building.

Chim, as usual, was the one to ruin everything.

(Okay, not ‘as usual’, but still.)

He and Maddie had arrived a little later on in the evening, their arrival perfectly timed between the stampede of children and cake cutting, their gift bag nestled securely on the present table that Denny kept eyeing with growing excitement.

Chim was the one who let out a whistle when he walked into the building, taking in everything around him.

Chim was the one who bent down to greet Chris, letting Buck’s attention stray from Eddie’s kid, going over to hug his sister.

And it was Chim, who opened his fat mouth, when Maddie and Buck were less than an arms length from one another, as he ruffled Chris’ hair and looked over to the far wall of the building.

“Who the hell thought a Mario Party tournament would be a good idea?”

Eddie could feel a cold chill run down his spine, his stomach dropping in despair as he caught the matching glints in Buck and Maddie’s eyes.

“Mads, do you wanna…?”

No, no, no, Eddie could literally feel his sanity sliding away as Maddie pretended to think it over.

“I mean, if you’re in the mood to lose…”

Eddie shot a nasty look at Chim, who was blissfully unaware of what hell he had just served up on what was supposed to be a child’s birthday. A fun night. A night where the kids got to be kids, and the adults were supposed to know how to act.

Correction—the adults knew how to act. The adults were just choosing to act like kids.

Because that’s what they regressed to; Buck and Maddie were both two professional adults, who worked with high stake situations for a living. They were both mature adults. And when they got into it, they literally regressed into teenagers, shoving one another, bickering at a rapid fire pace, hell, Eddie was surprised Maddie hadn’t gone for a noogie or a wet willy yet, anything to assure her victory.

If Eddie had to be honest, he was pretty impressed with Buck’s focus, and Maddie’s state of mind (it didn’t feel right to say he was ‘proud’, so impressed would have to do). Most of the time, when the Buckley’s got into it, the rest of the world was a blur, but they were more than a half hour into a game and there was not a single fuck word dropped so far.

That wasn’t to say that the tensions weren’t high—and somehow, the mini games made it so much worse for everyone involved. As amusing as it was to watch Maddie self-sabotage when she was paired up with Buck to ensure he wouldn’t get any points, Buck’s stress levels when he was paired up with one of the CPU’s were nearly apocalyptic.

At the very least, Eddie seemed to be far from alone in thinking that the competition between the two was at least a little bit funny—by the time the Buckley’s had entered their final turn, they had a small crowd of children gathered around them. Eddie wasn’t sure if they were watching the game or just laughing at the antics of the two overgrown children, but honestly, he couldn’t blame them either way.

“Nooo! I don’t know what you want from me, Luigi!” Buck wailed—literally wailed—as he sunk down to his knees, looking more dejected than Eddie had ever seen him before, just moments after his CPU partner had pushed him into an oncoming bomb.

That moment seemed to be enough to turn the tide of the game—Maddie was able to pull ahead in coins to secure her spot in the lead, and when the last mini game started, Eddie couldn’t help it. He was actually holding his breath, secretly rooting for Buck to absolutely trash her. But in a supportive, future-sibling-in-law kind of way.

He felt himself groan as the game swung the other way—something about Maddie literally cackling when she got the final, tie-breaking bonus star sending a shiver down his spine. That woman was vicious, and part of him wanted to warn Chim to watch his back—but then again, Chim was the one who got them into all of this in the first place. The group that had gathered around them started to disperse as Maddie started her victory dance, and Eddie had to sigh as he waded through the sea of children.

For now, he had a man to attend to. A man who was literally laying down on the floor of a glorified Chuck-E-Cheese’s, but that was his man none the less, damn it.

“C’mere Buck, come on.”

“Eddie, it’s not fair.”

“I know, baby.”

“I was so close!”

“It’s okay, you can cry.” Eddie said, sighing as he easily scooped his overly-dramatic boyfriend into a bridal carry, kissing his temple. It was almost amusing—at the very least, Eddie was biting his lip, doing his best not to laugh as Buck made a sound that actually sounded like he was on the brink of tears as Eddie deposited his dead weight back into his side of the booth. He knew better than to suggest that it was just a game, because it was never just a game, not when the Buckley’s were concerned.

Maddie was beaming as she slid into the booth across from Buck, her eyes lighting up with another win beneath her belt, and Eddie could appreciate that; hopefully, it meant that they would cut it out, and Eddie could actually enjoy some time off with Buck, and—

“Buck, they have an air hockey table open.”

“Oh, you’re on.”

—and nope, Buck was already on his feet, previous trauma forgotten as he bolted to the ATM to get another stack of quarters.

Eddie wanted to be annoyed, he really did—but he couldn’t seem to get the dopey smile off of his face as Buck started to cackle. All he could do was order another beer on Maddie’s tab, clinking bottles with Chim as he cracked it open.

“Damn, you got it bad.” He really did.

“Shut up, Chim.”

He really, really did.

#buddie #911 #eddie diaz #evan buckley #maddie buckley #madney #if you squint #911week2020 #the sibling rivalry is a very real thing #my siblings and I used to settle everything in a very fair and diplomatic way #and by that I mean we would have bottle rocket fights #I have SO MANY burns on my legs #mutually assured devotion

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