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ralsbecket · 1 year
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"Your hand touching mine, this is how galaxies collide." - Sanober Khan
For my S3 - Touch-Starved square in the @winterfalconevents bingo!
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hlvstia · 10 months
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— too late :(
pairing : peter parker x reader | peter parker x f!reader | peter parker x female!reader | peter parker x fem!reader | peter parker x y/n | peter parker x you
prompt : peter’s laptop dies while you two were doing a very important project for a class. ( from https://perchance.org/otp--prompts ) safe link! /srs
word count : 393, very short!
a/n : can be any mcu peter, but i’ll be using tom’s 🤍. also, feel free to submit me a prompt with any character! i’d love to get back in writing and fulfilling your requests. love u all!
drabble below the read more cut, enjoy loves!
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as you two were doing a project for this class, it practically ended up with both of y’all arguing— only because peter wouldn’t listen to you and placed notes everywhere. they weren’t organized and it kind of ticked you off.
“no, idiot! that’s supposed to go here!” you exclaimed, pushing peter off of his seat as you took the laptop from his hands, moving the cursor to where you placed the text box to where it was supposed to be. “[y/n]!”
he scoffed, getting back up from his seat as he took his laptop back, scanning over the newly designed slides. “it looks the same as before… are you kidding me?” peter rolled his eyes, noticing how his cursor was lagging behind.
this only meant one thing.
it meant that his laptop was about to die and their slides weren’t going to backup any of the info they had worked hard on. “oh, shit!”
he began panicking, jumping off of his seat as he started to rummage through his bag, obviously worried that their process was going down the drain if he didn’t find the charger.
your face dropped into an expression as you ran to your room, going through your closet as you looked for a specific charger, throwing down some old boxes just to find the right plug.
“where is it?!” mumbling to yourself, you panicked as well, not wanting your hard work to fail only because peter forgot to charge his laptop AND turn on his backup savings.
finally, you found it! thank goodness.
“peter, i have it!” you exclaimed, having a large grin on your face as you rushed back to the area, only to see a defeated look on his face. it was too late to come to the rescue.
“no way…”
“yes way…” he sighed, shutting his laptop slowly as he placed his head down onto the cold counter. “well… you shared the slides with me, right?”
you had this burning hope that he had at least shared it with you. i mean, everyone does that when you end up in a project with your classmate, right?
peter still had a defeated look, shaking his head as he sighed out loud, even adding a groan.
it was over for you two.
“for fucks sake…” you sighed as well, throwing the charger onto the couch. “we’re totally fucked.”
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fang-and-feather · 9 months
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Sweet Meetings
Ikemen Vampire - Vlad x Reader, Coffee Shop/Flower Shop AU, pre-relationship
Prompt(s): strawberries
Genre: Fluff
Summary: You had just gotten some fresh strawberries when Vlad came to visit. You weren't expecting his reaction to it, or your reaction to him.
Thanks @violettduchess and @aquagirl1978 for hosting this
Also written for Year of the OTP July, prompt: coffee shop au, from @yearoftheotpevent
I thought I wouldn't be able to finish this one this month... Like most of my other AUs this is just a small scene of what I might make into a bigger fic later...
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You hummed happily as you cooked. It was a fine summer morning, the kind that easily put you in a good mood. Besides, you had been having the happiest mornings since you got this new job.
The bell at the front door rang, and you smiled to yourself. The shop was still closed and your coworker had a late shift, so it could only be the owner of the flower shop across the street.
Not long after you started working, you had brought some flowers from him to decorate the shop. His bouquets were so wonderful that you started visiting him every morning.
At some point, without reason or warning, you had switched to him delivering the flowers directly to your shop instead.
“I’m in the kitchen.” You informed.
You were busy putting the final touches on the cake you were baking, and he didn’t come to see you either. Footsteps could be heard moving from side to side in front of the shop, occasionally accompanied by the sound of someone searching through the cabinets. You didn’t worry, though. By now, you recognized the footsteps of anyone who frequented the shop.
You chose to look, though, and as you opened the door, Vlad was standing on the other side.
“Having a busy morning?” He smiled, and you stepped back to let him in. “It seems like every time I see you, you are hard at work. So I already set up the flowers. Hope you don’t mind.”
“Like you’re one to talk. Since you started making the deliveries, I can aways count on seeing you at the same time, and your shop is aways so busy afterward.”
“Flowers always make people so happy. I especially lie how you smile when I stop by.”
Vlad smiled at you. He had this friendly smile, with a mystical air. A smile that had lured you from the first moment you laid eyes on him. A smile that tempted you to unravel all the secrets behind.
But Vlad was so ethereal, so fleeting, like he wasn’t even human. Like he wasn’t even real.
Even if he wasn’t, you would want more time into that dream. More time with him. So, at each of those encounters, you tried to buy more time, to delay the inevitable parting.
At first he slipped right through your attempts to grasp just a little more of his attention, but, as time went by, he lingered more and you felt like you were growing closer. It still seemed like he would disappear if you fully reached out, though.
“Are you going to stay for a drink again? A friend brought some fresh strawberries this morning, so I was putting the finishing touches on some mini cakes.” Although you were hoping he’d say yes, you weren’t expecting the way his eyes lit up, like a child on Christmas morning. You chuckled and picked a strawberry from the basket behind you, coating it into the cream you had made for the cakes, and held it to him. “I tried a new cream recipe, too. Want to try it?”
You froze when he ate the strawberry right out of your fingers, lips brushing your skin.
“Sorry.” He said, when he noticed your reaction. His smile was the same as ever, though. He neither looked like he was sorry, nor like he’d done it on purpose. Then why was your heart beating so hard over an honest mistake? “It was delicious, though. I always love to try your cooking. Would you join me, though?”
“Sure. Take a seat while I make the drinks.”
Good thing you could dismiss him for a moment. It was difficult to recompose yourself with him right there. At least you would have time to calm down before facing him again.
He had invited you so smoothly and you were already in a fluster that you had hastily agreed. But, except for you preparing and serving the food, it sounded like you being invited on a date.
“Don’t read too much into it.” You whispered to yourself, trying to ground your overexcited brain. “Friends eat together all the time.”
Your brain still insisted that, even if this wasn’t a date, you had just found a way to his heart. But since when did you want that? You had never considered your interest in him in such a way. When had Vlad become more that the friendly neighbour shop owner to you?
Your time together would be short. There was little time left before you had to finally open the shop. But they would be some long minutes if you had to endure your new fixation. You only hoped that, next time you met, you had already sorted your feelings.
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its-chelisey-stuff · 4 months
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here's the extremely biased recap of my 2023 in dramaland:
also, happy holidays and merry christmas to all who celebrate!!
favorite drama: Because I can never pick just one and I know, it's a weird combination lol:
Moving (kdrama) Perfect, from beginning to end. Breaks your heart and heals it at the same time. Delivers on action, plot, family and romance. SO much romance.
Dr Romantic (kdrama) saw S2&S3 back to back. If you're in pain, you only need Teacher Kim and the Doldam team.
My School President (thai drama) still obsessed with the ost till now. A simple coming-of-age love story, executed perfectly. On par with Heartstopper. There, I said it.
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I spent my time rewatching instead of making posts about any of these lol
Favorite Male lead: Jang ShinYu (Destined with you, kdrama). Excuse you, that show had 99 problems, but Rowoon wasn't one of them.
Runner Up: Seo Woojin (Dr. Romantic, kdrama).
Favorite female lead: I'm gonna be honest, I think they did dirty most female leads, especially in Korea, but the women from Dr. Romantic were all exceptional. So they're my pick.
Favorite OTPs: DoHa&YoungHwa (Moon in the Day, kdrama). ALL the ships in Moving. TinnGun (My School President, thai drama). KiHo&MokHa (Castway Diva, kdrama).
Favorite period drama: Under the Queen's Umbrella, (kdrama).
Runner Up: The Forbidden Marriage(kdrama) Also, i have just realised I didn't see many period dramas this year, but many dramas had a past life, that has to count, right?
Best chaebol romance: The third finger offered to a King (jdrama). Shame on you Korea, you failed to deliver on your area of expertise.
Runner up: A boss and a babe (thai drama). My Demon (kdrama)
Best makjang to keep you at the edge of your seat: Perfect Revenge Marriage . Runner Up: Celebrity. I know it's not exactly a makjang, but idk how else to describe it.
Best Mother: The Queen (Under the Queen's Umbrella, kdrama). Half of her problems were created by her own children, poor woman.
best father: Adoptive dad, Castaway Diva (kdrama). The man was a saint.
Runner Up: Kim Sabu, Dr. Romantic. He has like 20 children among his medical staff lmao
Best Daddy: Joo In Sung, Moving. I don't have to explain lol
Most intense high school romance&story: The Eclipse (thai drama). Runner Up: Never let me go (thai drama)
Best Musical drama: My School President (thai drama).
Runner Up: Castway Diva. Park Eun Bin can do everything. What a Queen.
Best Cohesive storytelling imo: My Lovely Liar. Not the best, but pretty good overall. Runner Up: Sountrack No 2 (kdrama). Worst thing about this is that it was so short, I needed more!!!
Swetest down to earth love story: Hidden Love, cdrama.
Runner Up: HeartLiming in Moonlight Chicken (thai drama). And basically all the other couples in there. The Last twilight Series (thai drama).
Most tragic love story: Moon in the day, kdrama. The competition was strong, but I think falling in love with the man who killed your whole family and caused the downfall of your kingdom is hard to top. Plus, she had to kill him in the end. And it took 1500+ years to get their HEA.
best wtf did I just watch but why was it so fun: My man is cupid (kdrama). Runner Up: Fish Upon the Sky (thai drama)
Best Live Action: From me to you, jdrama. Cute coming of age story. I still prefer the 2010 movie though.
Dishonorable mentions:
Biggest what if: Justice in the Dark (cdrama). I can't talk about this without crying lol Runner Up: Till the end of the moon. I need cdramas to be 40+ eps again!
biggest disappointment: It is with a heavy heart that I must say the Legend of Anle (cdrama). Still, I had my fun with it. I will always be biased about GongJun lol Runner up: King The Land, i mean where was the plot??
messiest past lives story, the theme of the year in kdramas: See You in my 19th life. Runner Up: Destined with You.
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derelictheretic · 1 year
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Tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton, @clicheantagonist and @baldurrs (Thank you!!) to list 5-10 songs that describe or relate to my fav otp/personal ship(s) ! Stuck to my fc5 ones for this <3
Tagging: @viktor-sinclaire @trashcatsnark @bluemojave @ishwaris @unholymilf @roofgeese @sukoshimikan @detectivelokis @strangefable @necro-hamster @deputyash @rejected-beater @jollybone @eur0paa-2 @i-am-the-balancing-point
I just went with 5 songs for each ship, I've been obsessed with Sleep Token recently so they have snuck into a few playlists lmao
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Clueless by Ellie Williams
Do you think she has seen i'm captivated by her speech?
Or is she clueless?
The Only Exception by Paramore
And up until now I had sworn to myself
That I'm content with lonlieness
I Love you but you make me cry by Elthia
You try to protect yourself
So I have to rip through you
I Wish I never Met You by Babygirl
I wish I knew forever would end so soon
I wish I never kissed you in my living room
Enemies by Lauv
Oh tell me, why did we throw away the love we had?
And tell me why do, why do we love to make it hurt so bad?
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River by Bishop Riggs
Shut your mouth, baby, stand and deliver
Holy hands, will they make me a sinner?
Obsessed With You by The Orion Experience
Your love is better than cocaine
I need you more than oxeygyn
Room For Two by Will Knox
If there is a heaven
I hope I go to hell with you
John My Beloved by Sufjan Stevens
I am a man with a heart that offends
With its lonely and greedy demands
Granite by Sleep Token
I was more than just a body in your passenger seat
And you were more than somebody I was destined to meet
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I love you baby by Surf Mesa, Emilee
I love you baby, and if it's quite alright
I need you baby, to warm these lonely nights
Dance Alone by Talya Parx
Left hand up, right hand on the bible
You walked in, I was dead on arrival
Angel of small death and the Codeine scene by Hozier
Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh
I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet
My Attic by P!nk
I will give you all my secrets
If you promise you can brave my attic
Lovefool by The Cardigans
Say that you love me
Fool me, fool me
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It Will Come Back by Hozier
Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it
Honey, don't feed it, I will come back
Once Upon a Dream by Lana Del Ray
And I know it's true, vision are seldom what they seem
But if I know you, I know what you'll do
Alkaline by Sleep Token
And she's changing me
It's too late for me now, I am altered
Deity by Valeree
I'll be your deity, fall to your knees
Oh, honey, pray to me between the sheets
Religion by ZAND
My angel's most polite
When I am on my knees
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Hit Me With a Kiss by Solo
And when he hit me with his kiss
I tasted whiskey on my lips
Persia by Until The Ribbon Breaks
If I can't be your prince
Then I like to whisper, I'd like to leave you in my fingerprints
Love Is A Weapon by Letdown.
It's just a masochistic love
I've got the push under your shove
I Go Hungry by Mother Mother
When I go hungry I go nail and tooth
When I go hungry, I go hungry, I go hungry
Puppy Pound by Jazmin Bean
Normally i'm no stray, you won't find me in the lost and found
So why'd you make me feel like I am in the goddamn puppy pound?
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Power by Isak Danielson
When you move, you make my oceans move too
If I hear my name I will run your way
I'll Keep You Safe by Sleeping At Last
Our mistakes, they were bound to be made
But I promise you I'll keep you safe
Hallelujah by Jeff Buckley
And Love is not a victory march
It's a cold and it's a broken Hallelujah
The Summoning by Sleep Token
Oh, and my love
Did I mistake you as a sign from God
His Hands by Blegh
But you know I was still down on my knees
Like it was a religion
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readersandtmnt · 1 year
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Date me, kinda? Part 1???
Okay here is my Year of the OTP fic for January. Part one at least. I am a Raph fangirl sorry everyone else.
total words: 2,050
"Raphael!" The clanging of metal hits your ears as you rush into the weight room. Raph was already on his feet, his weights abandoned where he dropped them by the bench. His eyes were furrowed in confusion, hands coming to rest on your shoulders.
"You okay? What's wrong?" The last time you used his full name was when he came home with a gash running from his shoulder to his elbow. The time before that, he had eaten the last of your ice cream. Careful eyes checked you over, no sign of external trauma, no soot marks, no gun powder, your eyes weren't red so you hadn't been crying. His brows furrowed in confusion as to what would be so important, he missed how you relaxed under his hold.
"I need you to be my boyfriend." You looked up at him with those eyes and all thought just decided to clip out of his head as if he were a Bethesda game, before crashing down into his stomach all at once. He backed away from you, brows furrowing and you had to bite back the frown as his hands left you. His voice finally came back as he gazed at you incredulously.
"Run that by me again, Princess." You bit your lip, nails absentmindedly picking at the calluses on your fingers. You shot him a quick glance before beginning your pacing, he moved to the wall, leaning against it, not minding the way your eyes lingered on his arms as he got comfortable.
"not my name." You quietly grumbled before returning to the topic at hand. "Look, I just need you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Nothing crazy, a few calls to my great aunt with you next to me, maybe some flirty text messages, and your name JUST your name, no pictures, no video, just a name with red hearts on my online profile." You sigh, taking a seat on the weight bench as Raph continues to watch you.
"Okay, but why do you need a fake boyfriend anyway?" You swallowed down the real reason, covering for time by taking a few sips from his water bottle that he kept near the bench. He didn't need to know that you wanted to ask him out for real. Didn't need to know that you heard him and Leo talking in the kitchen late one night about how 'humans and mutants' just shouldn't be together.
"I need a fake boyfriend so I can continue to hang out with you guys without my great aunt thinking I'm doing drugs." He snorted, and you flashed him a grin. "She doesn't think I'm capable of making friends."
"Can't imagine why." He threw those words out, ignoring the indignant 'hey' that you countered with.
"You guys are my friends, right?" He deflated under the single question, pushing himself from the wall and casually meandering towards you.
"Yeah, course we are. Who else would be stupid enough to befriend yuh?" The bite to his words were almost tender. You stuck your tongue out at him in response.
"Anyway, there's more to it." He shrugs letting you continue, "there's this kid in my algebra class that I've turned down three times, he's just not getting it so I would like to be able to have like a few flirty texts or at least your permission to change your contact name to 'babe' or something in my phone so I have 'proof' that I 'belong' to someone." He scoffed at the air quotes. "And that way I can simply call our hang outs date nights and get out of going to parties. Because the other girls make fun of me for not inviting my friends to the parties they invite me to, but if I tell them 'sorry can't make it to your den of bad decisions because I have a date' then suddenly it's acceptable? And before you ask why I don't go to the parties alone, it's because I know that there will be underage drinking, smoking, and unprotected sex, and I wan't no part in hanging out with people I don't really know drinking lukewarm shitty beer and having some strangers try to grind on me to CBAT." You sigh looking up at Raph as he stands before you.
He takes the water bottle from you, taking a long drink and you decide to continue talking, because your brain to mouth filter just decided to shut off I guess.
"I mean most people that talk to me already know of you and Mikey, only as names on my phone screen mind you. Mikey is ‘shitty meme guy’ and you're ‘asshole with a heart of gold’. I would like for my great aunt to have a voice to go with the name, so just calling her while we're in the lair, or having you text me while I'm in school or something, maybe a phone call? They just have to know that you're not an alarm or something, they do not need to know that you're an attractive mutant turtle. " He choked on the water, the sound causing you to flinch.
"I'm what now?" Those words came out as a croak as soon as he was able to speak again. You could only scoff at his surprise.
"Oh please. You're hot Raph, besides we both know I've been checking you out for months already." His brothers would often tease him about how he 'showed off' for you when you sat in on training, and he did overhear you talking to April about how you couldn't train with the turtles because of how distracting you found him. Still you never said it so bluntly before. Not directly to him anyway.
He mulled over everything in his head before sighing.
"Fine. I'll do it." He noticed how your face lit up, "But first a few ground rules." He internally groaned as your head did the cute little tilt as you listened to his conditions. "No telling any of my brothers about this. No PDA bullshit: hand holding, cuddling, cheek kisses, none of that." You bit back a frown before nodding for him to continue. "And I don't care if you use the relationship to get out of doing dumb shit you don't want to do, but don't expect me to put off my plans jus' because you're bored." You really did frown at that, the retort withering away on your tongue at the look he gave you. "I know you would never, but still."
"Anything else?"
"Yeah, you owe me a 'no questions'. Tha' means I tell you 'no questions, do x' and you do it, no asking me why no asking how, none of it. Got it?" You nod not really understanding but you knew he would never ask you to do anything that wasn't for your safety or benefit. Maybe he would just use it on a day when he wanted you out of the lair.
"Got it, you tell me to jump and I jump, won't even ask how high." He gives you a short nod, glad that you understood. "And I know it's not a requirement but I could be your designated gofer when you want something top side? Like yarn or wool from Alice's Knit shop (no idea if it's a real place), picking up pizza or groceries, though I might need your help getting it to the lair. I mean it, just say the word and I’m yours. It’s yours, it’s yours." He sighs as he takes a seat next to you, and you let the buzz of the lights fill the air for a moment before speaking again. "I know I'm asking a lot of you Raph, and I just want to give as good as I get. You know? I enjoy helping you guys out."
"Don't worry about us too much, Princess. Jus don't put anything too flowery as my contact name, got it?" His shoulder carefully bumps into yours and you smile, leaning into his arm.
"Since you seem so insistent on calling me Princess, I might have to start calling you my Prince Charming." He groans as you nudge his arm. "Relax I was thinking something simple, like Babe," you lean over placing a hand on his shoulder, "or My Hero." He stiffened as your breath hit his cheek and he hastily bumped you away.
"Whateva’. You sure you don’t want to ask Mikey to do this?” You watch as his hands tighten to fists in his lap. You swing your leg over the bench, putting your back against his arm.
“There’s a famous saying here in these sewers, that you gotta get the best turtle for the job.” He snorts, letting your body fall against his side as he moves his arms behind him.
“Is tha’ right?”
“Mhmmm, yup, and you,” you turn your head to look at his face, “you are the best turtle I know. So…” You trail off nudging him with your shoulder. “It’s you or bust babe.” You ignore the fake growl with a grin as Raph pushes you off the bench with ease, your laughter growing as he pounces on you, leading to an impromptu wrestling match.
Later that night as Raph lay in his bed, his online social page pulled up on his phone (all the brothers had one though Mikey was the most active, shortly followed by Donnie.) he quickly accepted the little prompt that was sent to him, linking the two profiles together. His name quickly appeared in your bio surrounded by two simple red hearts. He tried not to think about how he was smiling or how the little voice in the back of his head wanted it to be real. The little voice was quickly silenced with Mickey's not so little shouting.
“GUYS! RAPH FINALLY HAS A GIRLFRIEND! BETTER PAY UP DONNIE!” Well shit, so much for not letting his brothers know.
It was too much effort to tell his brothers the truth and Master Splinter had already given his blessing for the union; besides you wouldn’t mind him changing the rules too much. Would you? He buried his face in his hands and groaned, why did he let you drag him into this?
Raph had texted you about his brothers finding out, you responded by calling him and hearing Mikey tease Raph in the background was almost worth the guilt you felt.
“I am so sorry, I completely forgot about it.”
“Don’t worry about it sweetheart. Mikey I will beat the green off of you if you don’t stop! I forgot about ‘em too.” The name was new, the threatening Mikey was not.
“S-sweetheart? Did you not tell your family that you’re doing me a favor?” You could hear Raph’s fist hit something hard, and something, presumably Mikey, hit the floor.
“Told you to leave him alone Mikey.” Leo’s voice sounded in the background.
“He didn’t have to hit me so hard!” Mikey’s whining grew fainter as you presumed Raph walked away.
“Nah, it would take too much effort, ‘sides they all seem to think you got a crush on me or somethin’,” he paused imagining the way you look when you’re flustered, letting the grin creep into his voice, “jus’ no over the top pda and nothing else has to change, right?” You found yourself nodding even though he couldn't see you.
“Right, are you sure it’s okay?”
“Course I am. Not your fault my family’s a pain in the ass. Anyway,” you could hear the TV getting louder in the background, “you should get ready for school, I know you got all those test things comin up, so jus’ focus on studying. An’ don’t worry I won’t beat Mikey up too much, if he keeps his mouth shut.”
“Okay, okay. I’ll see you when the tests are over then?”
“Sounds good to me, doll.” You were almost afraid that the heat from your face would melt the phone.
“I’ll talk to you later, my valiant defender.” He sighed happily as he hung up the phone, tucking it safely into his pocket before sharply turning to give Mikey a proper beat down. You stare down at your phone briefly wondering what would happen if you told Raph you wanted the relationship to be real.
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smoothdogsgirl · 1 year
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January - First Kiss
Pairing: Olivia Benson x Rafael Barba
Warnings: Friendship
Words: 1500
Summary: This is an alternate ending to the episode "The Undiscovered Country."
The opening dialogue is paraphrased from the episode.
In a Discord group I belong to, there was a post for a "Year of the OTP" challenge for 2023.
Disclaimer: This is fanfic work; no money is being made from this story. All recognizable characters belong to their respective creative authors, studios or producers.
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Olivia walks up to Rafael across the street from the courthouse, “I’m so sorry.”
Rafael looks at her perplexed, “why, what did you do?”
“I called you about the case. I brought you into this.”
Rafael turns and looks at the courthouse, “ You know, when we first started working together, what was it five years ago?”
Olivia chuckles a little bit, “try six years.”
Rafael inhales deeply and lets his breath out slowly. “The world was an old movie. It was all black and white. And it was high noon. I was Gary Cooper.”
A smile breaks out on Olivia’s face at his words.
“I was absolutely sure, absolutely… on who were the good guys… who were the bad guys. And then you… you came into my life. You started to weasel your way into my world, and the black and white became different shades of gray. Don’t say it.” Rafael pauses and looks at Olivia sheepishly. “Before I knew it, there were blues and greens and yellows and reds. I’m you now, Liv. You opened my heart. And I thank you for it.”
“And?” Olivia asks cautiously, unsure what he is trying to tell her.
“I’ve got to move on.” He tells her.
A small sob escapes Olivia, her lips tremble, and tears form in the corner of her eyes.
Rafael leans into Olivia he places a kiss on her lips. When he tries to pull back, Olivia wraps her arms over his shoulders and kisses him back. Several minutes later, they pull apart, and he rests his forehead against hers, both of their breaths coming in fast and unsteady. 
“Don’t leave Rafa,” Olivia quietly begs.
“Liv…” Rafael starts.
“Rafa, I understand you cannot stay at the DA’s office. But please don’t leave Noah and me. We need you.”
Rafael hugs her, unsure of how to respond to her statement. Olivia looks him in the eye and notes his uncertainty. “Come home with me. Noah will be happy to see you, and after he’s gone to bed, we can talk.”
“I can do that.”
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The sounds of laughter greet them as Olivia opens the door to her apartment. Noah is curled in a ball on the couch, and Lucy, his nanny, is tickling him. Rafael gently closes the apartment door behind him to avoid disturbing the scene. As he stands behind Olivia, she leans into him. 
Suddenly Noah looks up and lets out a yell. He scrambles off the couch and runs toward them. Olivia steps out of the way as Noah’s body collides with Rafaels. “Uncle Rafa, you’re here! It’s been forever! I’ve missed you so much! Are you staying for dinner?” Noah fires the questions off in quick succession. 
Rafael can’t help the laugh that escapes him, “Breathe, mijo, and I will answer your questions.” 
“How about before you interrogate Rafa, you let him come into the apartment, let him take off his coat, and get comfortable. and while he is doing that, you clean up your stuff.” Olivia suggests.
Noah sighs but turns to follow her request. 
“Hi, Liv,” Lucy states as she finishes shrugging on her jacket, “he hasn't had dinner, he wanted to wait for you. He finished all of his homework, and I’ve checked it all.”
“Do you want to join us for dinner?” Olivia asks Lucy.
“Not tonight; there’s a study group at the library tonight that I want to go to,” Lucy states as she shoulders her backpack. Lucy then heads out, waving a quick goodbye to Noah.
Rafael sits on the couch, relaxing as he settles into the seat; soon enough, Noah joins him. He is surprised when Noah leans against his side, snuggling in. So that both can be comfortable, he raises his arm, allowing Noah to slide in closer. “So, to answer your earlier comments. It has been a while, and I’m sorry for that….”
“Mom said that it was adult things,” Noah grumbled.
“She’s right, but I will talk to you about that eventually.” Rafael decided that he would need to talk to Olivia about how to approach this. “I’ve missed you as well, mijo.” He states, giving his arm a gentle squeeze. “Yes, I’ll be staying for dinner… Now it’s your turn. How are you? How’s school? And how do you like ballet?”
“I’m good, uncle Rafa, even better now that you’re here. School is ok. I really like the art class; we’re using clay now. It’s kinda messy but lots o fun. Mom told you I’m taking ballet classes? And you don't think that's weird?” Noah asked hesitantly.
“She did…Of course not. As long as you are enjoying the class and having fun, that is all that matters….” Rafael pauses for a moment, “has someone said something?
“There is this kid Mark in my class, and he’s been calling me names and making fun of me. He says ballet is for girls.” Noah tells him. 
Rafael turns in his seat a little to look Noah in the eye. Ballet is not just for girls. Anyone who thinks that is ignorant. As for the bullying, and yes, name calling and making fun of you, is that. Have you told a teacher, Lucy, or your mom?”
“No…I don’t want to make it worse.” Noah mumbled quietly, looking away from Rafael.
“Noah…Mijo.” Rafael states, pausing until Noah looks at him. You have done nothing wrong. Asking for help is not a sign of weakness. Just like, liking and taking dance doesn't make you weak. So I really think you should tell your mom. Ok?”
“Ok, uncle Rafa I’ll tell mom.” Noah acquiesces and hugs Rafael tightly around the waist. 
“Everything alright in here?” Olivia asks as she enters the room, “I’ve order pizza for dinner.”
“All good,” Rafael answered. 
Olivia then turned to Noah, “go take a shower and put on your pj’s. Pizza will be here by then.”
“But mom…” Noah started to argue.
“Noah, please do as your mom asked. I will still be here when you are finished.” Rafael interrupted, wanting to prevent an argument. 
“Fine,” Noah sighed, getting up from the couch and trudging to his bedroom. Olivia ruffles his hair as he passes, suppressing a chuckle.
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Later that evening, as Olivia is tucking Noah into his bed, he grabs her hand. She pauses what she is doing, “is everything, ok sweet boy.”
Noah lets go of her hand, snatches Eddie, the elephant, and hugs him tightly.
“Noah, you can tell me anything. I love you, sweet boy.” She says, trying to reassure him.
“I know, uncle Rafa…” he stopped, not wanting to get the man in trouble.
“Did uncle Rafa tell you to talk to me?” Olivia asked gently. At Noah’s corresponding nod, she squeezed his hand. “Neither one of you is in trouble. I’m glad you felt comfortable talking to uncle Rafa about what is bothering you. And when you are ready to tell me I’m here, just remember, no matter what, I will always love you, my sweet boy.”
Noah thought about her words for a few minutes before he began to speak in a low, muffled voice, Eddie still partially obstructing his face. “There is this boy Mark in my class. He’s been calling me names and making fun of me for taking ballet classes.”
Olivia takes a calming breath to quieten her inner mama bear, “honey Mark is wrong; there is absolutely nothing wrong with you taking ballet classes….”
“That’s what uncle Rafa said!” Noah exclaims.
“And uncle Rafa is right. As long as you are having fun and it makes you happy, that is all that matters. Do you want me to speak with Mark’s parents about this?” She asks Noah how he would like to proceed before he steps in.”
“Can you, mama?” Noah asks.
“I will speak with your teacher tomorrow and contact Mark's parents.”
“Thank you, mama,” Noah says as he sits up and hugs her. 
Once he’s settled back in the bed, Olivia hugs him back as she readjusts his blankets, tucking him back in and placing a gentle kiss on his forehead. “Love you, sweet boy.”
“Love you, mama,” he mumbles as his eyes droop shut. 
Olivia rises from his bed and walks across the room, flipping the switch to turn off the bedside lamp. She leaves the door slightly ajar and returns to the living room. 
There she notes that Rafael cleaned up the remnants from dinner while she was gone. He is sitting on the couch with the sleeves of his dress shirt rolled past the elbow as he scrolls through her Netflix account for something to watch. An open bottle of red wine and two poured glasses are on the table. She joins him on the couch, snuggling into him and pulling the throw blanket from the back of the couch, wrapping it around them both. “Thank you for loving us, Rafa.”
Rafael pulls her close and kisses the top of her head, “te amo mi amor.”
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Had the busiest month of my life...Whew....but I'm back!
Hi Sass! Hope you're doing well.
Question: I know you write fic as a hobby and have been writing since forever, so I wanted to know, was there ever a time where you were demotivated to write a fic? Not like stopping a WIP and eventually going back to it but something like the story wasn't clicking so badly you dropped it?
Also, what would you tell someone who wants to start writing fic? Some advice?
Hi!! I hope you're doing well too!
Have I ever been demotivated to write a fic...yeah, a few times. Sometimes I get this really cool idea and I'm like "oh this'll be great!" but then the more I work on it I'm like...no, this isn't reading how I want it to read and then I'll try and fix it and somehow it makes it worse and I'm just like...fuck this. I do have like an entire folder on my laptop of just prompts that I never got around to answering and some fics that will probably never see the light of day, just because of how complicated they'll be to either rework/rewrite or just because I don't like them. And normally I like my work, so the idea/writing has to be just so bad that I don't even want to touch it anymore.
As for someone who wants to start writing fic...first pick a fandom that you want to write for. That's always a good start and then pick your favorite pairing. Could be your otp, could be a crack ship, could be whatever. If you have an idea in mind that you think this pairing/characters would look good in, try outlining first. Like, bulletpoint your fic (which is what I do). Just write your entire fic in bulletpoints, scenes and dialogue and all of that, and then you can go back and actually flesh out the fic. It makes things easier than just flying by the seat of your pants (unless you're just so moved by the idea that you're working on that your fingers just start moving by themselves, which has happened to me a few times).
Remember, this fic is for you first. Think of yourself as the reader and be like "what kind of fic would I like to read?" and then write that. Fill it up with everything that you like (if it works for the story you're trying to tell) and just go fucking ham. Because at the end of the day, you gotta like your writing first. Other people may not like it (or they might) but we're not caring about what other people think (though validation and comments are nice). What matters is that we enjoy what we're working on and that we're happy with it.
Does that kind of answer your question? I hope it does!
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Personal Favourite - Part 2: Favourite Part(s)
Author's note: Another gift for @missameliep​ because reasons (I may or may not be planning flood your notes with the OTP meme fics in the next few days. I don’t know for sure... 😅). Happy birthday, dear! This is also a late submission to @choicesjuly2022challenge​ (I hope it’s okay...)[Original characters are creations of this author. The others are owned by Pixelberry Studios]
Book: Desire & Decorum (modern day AU) Characters: MC (Daphne), F!OC (Veronica), Prince Hamid, Annabelle Parsons, Briar Daly, Edmund Marlcaster, Yusuf Konevi, Bartholomew Chambers. Pairings: Prince Hamid x MC (Daphne), Annabelle Parsons x F!OC (Veronica) Rating: T Word count: 980 Reading time: ~3min Summary: A volleyball match will bring so many emotions to the surface. Based on the prompts: Choices July Chellenge 2022 - day ten: beach / OTP ask meme #6: What is their favourite feature of their partner’s?
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A salty breeze blew against Daphne's face as she lay on an outdoor chaise, watching her friends play volleyball by the calm waters of the Aegean sea. She was well aware some of them were too competitive to handle having someone not so good at sports on their team, so why bother joining? It was so much more entertaining to watch the game anyway.
Whilst Hamid and Annabelle high-fived after another successful block and point against Briar and Edmund, her childhood friend complained about sand on her eyes.
"Oh, quit whining! You barely moved! Edmund took the dive!" Annabelle shouted.
"But the sand is going straight to my eye!" Briar cried out hoping Bart and Yusuf (a.k.a the match referees) would take pity on her, but both of them simply shook their heads.
“I can see you talking, but all I hear is wah, wah, wah!" Annabelle taunted.
Briar replied sticking her tongue out to Annabelle.
As everyone laughed, Hamid took his place just outside the end of the court and waited for Bart's signal to serve.
Daphne sat up and nibbled her bottom lip expectantly. She couldn't remember the last time she has paid such close attention to any part of a volleyball match. But watching Hamid play was a rare event she just couldn't miss.
Sensing his partner's attentive eyes on him, he smiled at her, winked and prepared himself to serve. His skin glowed under the sunlight, accentuating the taut muscles of his arms as he jumped and hit the ball to the other side of the court. As expected, he scored another point. From time to time, he dumped some of the water in his bottle over his head and, much to her delight, it cascaded over his bare torso, mixing with pearls of sweat running down his body. He moved such grace alongside Annabelle as they attacked and defended their side of the court it looked like they've been playing together for years.
Daphne sighed contently at the scene before her and lay down again, resting her chin on one hand. Staying on the sidelines to watch him play was, so far, the best decision of the day.
"Here you go, sweetie."
Veronica offered Daphne a tall glass of Blue Lagoon and took a seat on the nearby chaise.
"Thank you," she replied and took a long sip of the drink.
"Take this too." Veronica handed Daphne a napkin.
"What for?"
"So you can wipe the drool dripping down your chin as you gawk at Hamid."
Daphne instinctively lifted a hand to her chin and then pursed her lips as Veronica doubled over.
"Ha ha."
"Hey, no judgments here. The entire beach staring at him, Daph. But you are  the only one with access granted to all of that." Veronica pointed to Hamid and moved her finger as though she could touch his frame from afar.
"Aren't you gay?" Daphne narrowed her eyes playfully.
"Very! I'd never trade Ann with all her gorgeous curves for a guy, no matter how hot he is. But I do like to appreciate all kinds of beauty." Veronica smiled slyly. "I mean, look at that back. I can count every single muscle from here."
"Don't I know it..."
"The crazy number of the paintings and sketches you have of him speaks for itself, Daph."
The two friends giggled.
"But you know what's my favourite part of him?"
"No. What is it?"
"His arms."
"Really?"
"Yeah. Obviously they look good because they're big and powerful. But I like his arms because of how he hugs people, you know."
Veronica was so right. But Hamid's hugging skills go beyond welcoming hugs. He has a protective hug, one that he often uses to shield Daphne from the cold and unwanted attention from people neither of them liked. The comforting one, the kind of hug he offers when she's sad, tired, overwhelmed or when she didn't even realise she needed a hug.
He also has a tackle-hug. A more playful kind of hug he saved for whenever they were alone, preferably when they're in the mood for fewer clothes. And there was the "I miss you" hug. Though it has a hint of the comforting and tackle-hug, his arms grew tighter around her and followed by a relieved sigh and a “it’s so good to be home” comment.
"I agree. But his hugs aren't simply made of his arms. It’s so much more," Daphne commented as she gazed back at Hamid as he made the final point to win the match.
"Of course not." Veronica looked in the same direction. "There's also the chest..."
“That wasn’t what I meant, but yeah.”
“There are also the broad shoulders.”
"And the six-pack."
"With that V pointing towards the..."
"Uh-huh..."
They laughed again.
As Hamid left the court and sauntered over to them, Veronica stood up. "That's my cue to step in."
"Okay. Have fun at the game!"
"I have a feeling you’ll have so much more fun than I will, but thanks!"
Veronica briefly hugged Hamid and rushed to the sand to join Annabelle's team.
Once he was close enough, Daphne knelt on the chaise and greeted him with a smile. "Hi there."
"Hi..." He closed the distance between them and captured her lips in a searing kiss.
As her fingers toyed with the waistband of his swim trunks, he whispered. "We're lucky this beach is nearly desert this week. We'd cause quite the scandal with a kiss like that."
“Would we?”
"Mmhmm..."
"That would be so bad..." She purred.
“So, so bad…” He murmured between kisses.
"I think we should go back to our room then."
Hamid pulled away and gazed at her with a curious look. "Now?!"
Daphne nodded with a mischievous grin.
"I have no idea what caused this, but who am I to object?" He replied with a smile nearly as sinful as hers.
Hand in hand, the two of them left the shore and disappeared into the hotel lobby.
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So happy you are taking Quinntana requests. They are my otp. Can you do a cute one with them in the honeymoon phrase or beginnings of a relationship ?
I went with the early stages of their relationship here! 😁
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Quinn never would have thought that Santana could be this soft.
Santana had a reputation for being a cold-hearted bitch with no genuine feelings, who had a famously large repertoire of insults and a mouth that was more than happy to pour these insults over everyone. She even proudly claimed that she simply had no patience for anyone in her life, and overly emotional, syrupy romances were absolutely not her thing.
Clearly, that was a lie. Santana may have had a hard shell, but she was mushy inside. Nothing proved that more clearly than the way she had been acting around Quinn lately. They've only just made things official between them: everything was still so new, sometimes a bit awkward, but most of all, everything was sweet.
They were currently seated on the couch, watching some silly TV show to which none of them paid attention. Santana had her arms around Quinn, holding her close to her chest. She was warm and soft, a perfect little pillow Quinn could snuggle into.
"Your hair smells so good," Santana said, nuzzling Quinn's golden strands. She kissed the top of her head, making Quinn smile.
"It's that shampoo you got me," she replied. She gently squeezed Santana's thigh, enjoying the way she moved closer to her on instinct. "That really expensive one that I told you not to buy, because you don't have that much money."
"Are you calling me broke?" Santana scoffed, gently poking Quinn in the ribs. "I did save up for it. Besides, I like spoiling you."
Indeed, showering her partner in attention and gifts was clearly Santana's love language: if she she saw any sign of Quinn being in a slightly bad mood, she immediately leapt into action. Take-out, massages, comfort movies and flowers, there was no limit. Quinn had never felt so utterly spoiled and loved before.
In return, she lavished Santana. It was obvious that Santana was used to being the caretaker, the one who did the spoiling. Quinn still remembered that beautiful blush on her face when Quinn surprised her with a bouquet of roses for the first time.
"You're sweet," Quinn smiled. She leaned up and pecked Santana on the lips. The brunette tightened her arms around her, holding her impossibly closer, like she never wanted to let go.
"You're sweeter," Santana replied. She kissed Quinn's forehead, then her nose, each of her cheeks, before settling on her lips, giving her a long, soft kiss that had Quinn's heart fluttering.
"If I told anyone that we could be this ridiculously sappy together, they wouldn't believe me," Quinn laughed. She took Santana's hand and lifted it to her lips, kissing each of her knuckles. "I think everyone believes we're having horrible arguments all the time."
Santana shrugged, a fond smile on her lips. "Let them think what they want. Who gives a shit?"
Quinn laughed. Truly, who cared? They may have been more explosive when they were teenagers, but they have both grown a lot since then. They could now have a stable relationship, where spoiling each other with gifts and cuddling for hours on the couch didn't sound ridiculous anymore.
One hand still holding Santana's, Quinn reached for the bowl of strawberries on the coffee table. They almost forgot about them completely, too lost in snuggling each other.
"Here," Quinn held a ripe strawberry up to Santana's lips. She couldn't help but feel utterly proud of herself when Santana blushed softly. The brunette took the fruit, her lips grazing Quinn's hand.
"Want more?"
"You can't feed me all of them."
"Watch me."
Santana rolled her eyes, but she gave in to her girlfriend happily. Girlfriends... that was what they were, weren't they? They haven't given a name to this new state of relationship yet. They only knew that they loved each other, and wouldn't want to be apart ever again.
So, yeah. They may have been girlfriends. The thought caused those now familiar butterflies in Quinn's stomach to start flapping around wildly.
She kept popping the sweet strawberries into Santana's mouth, who took all of them obediently. Sometimes she playfully nipped at Quinn's fingers, or licked the juice off them with a suggestive wink. Whatever she did, Quinn's heart grew several sizes as she looked at her.
"I'm gonna take you out to dinner on the weekend," Santana promised. She kissed Quinn's wrist gently. "We're gonna have lots of fun."
"Sometimes it feels like I'm dreaming when I'm with you," Quinn admitted softly. She brushed a strand of hair out of Santana's face, tucking it behind her ear. "Is this real?"
"I hope so," Santana chuckled softly. She leaned into Quinn's touch, resting her cheek against her hand like a cat demanding to be petted. Quinn smiled at the thought as she traced Santana's cheekbone with her thumb, caressing and mapping out the lines of her face.
"God, we're so sappy, it's gross."
"I know you love it," Quinn grinned. Santana rolled her eyes, but her smile matched Quinn's.
"Yeah, you know what? I do."
And I love you, Quinn added mentally. Maybe their relationship was too new, too fragile to already feel that way, but screw it. That was how she felt, that was why her heart nearly burst around Santana. But, it was true, even if Quinn didn't want to say it out loud just yet, as she didn't want to scare Santana away.
Instead, she spelled it out with her lips as she pulled Santana into a kiss. She tasted faintly of strawberries, and Quinn couldn't get enough. She cupped Santana's face with her hands as her tongue slipped past her lips, teasing its way inside.
Santana sighed happily, all but melting against Quinn. They must have been kissing like that for hours, slowly, languidly, getting to know each nook and cranny of the other's mouth, their hands caressing the other's body. There was nothing sexual about it, but it still had Quinn shiver with anticipation.
If the beginning of their relationship was so sweet and perfect already, then, the rest of their lives together was going to be the most wonderful thing.
Quinn couldn't wait to experience it, and judging by the way Santana clung onto her, she couldn't wait either.
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line-of-fire · 6 months
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SHIPPING INFO — ♥ answer the following for your muses so people know how shipping works on your blog !!
WHAT IS YOUR OTP FOR YOUR CHARACTER(S)?
I honestly don't know if I can properly answer this considering I write ocs here? As far as my personal writing goes, because even counting rp that's the only thing that I can really go off of, I've started to love Pixie x Sommer, specifically in the 'standard' verse as well as their Omega variants in their Val verse. I'm huge on multi-shipping, even with my own characters, so truthfully an 'all time fav' is difficult to name.
HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?
It kind of just depends? Anything more than 8 years will have me looking at things a little more closely, but it's muse + situation dependent, and my 'tolerable age gap range' varies depending on the age of the younger muse. General rule of thumb? 4-5 years for muses between the ages of 18-25; then the 8 year rule for muses older. But I also acknowledge experience and maturity is a critical factor in these sorts of things so... case by case basis at the end of the day.
HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY ARE CONSIDERED NSFW?
i think a combination of ' the bikini rule ' and intent should be considered . ' the bikini rule ' covers , metaphorically , touches anywhere a bikini covers , so once touches start to be focused in those areas with sexual intent , i ' d start considering that nsfw . touching someone ' s butt as flirtation is nsfw , while jokingly patting someone ' s butt is more friendly , but still suggestive ? goodness knows i ' ve reached over and bopped a friend in the tit as a joke , with no sexual intent behind the move .
ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?
I'd like to think not? When it comes down to it, I tend to let my muses take the wheel with shipping, and I'm typically open to it provided there's chemistry and past interactions to go off of. Heavy emphasis on established chemistry prior to bringing up shipping because in all honesty, I'm a little paranoid about accidentally forcing ships/writing my own characters ooc for the sake of one
WHO ARE OTHER CHARACTERS YOU SHIP YOUR CHARACTER WITH?
As far as ocxoc ships go... Like I said earlier, Pixie/Sommer has got me in a chokehold lately... And as far as other, 'non-official' ships go with Pix and other ocs; gotta love going for Brook,
DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?
Hard yes, without a doubt, both for my own personal comfort and for the sake of future interactions and the like. Very few of the muses I write here are 'easy to ship' for varying reasons, the most common being severe trust issues + emotional self isolation due to trauma and other factors. Some, like Wolf, Sommer and Phoenix, are violent and abrasive as a primary response. To put it simply; most don't play nice.
ARE YOU SHIP-OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?
I kind of just go with the flow? With writing and rp, I have the philosophy of thinking of threads and stories as a vehicle out on the freeway, and while technically we're the ones in the drivers seat at first, these characters we breath life into have free rein to take control of the wheel at any time on a whim, and sometimes you get kicked out of the car entirely and lose control. I love ships, don't get me wrong, but if it happens, sweet; and if it doesn't, I can live with that, sometimes ships aren't meant to happen .
WHAT IS YOUR FAVOURITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?
None I'll admit to I'm a secret fan of König/Stiletto in cod and spitfire in animated young justice.
FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?
Just have a thread or two with me then shoot me a dm if you think there's potential for something! I promise I'm chill, I'm just awful about reaching out first (yay for communication related nerves), but trust me, if you think there's Something There, more often than not I'll be all for it. I'm usually good about checking my tumblr ims, but I've got discord too I'll share if you want- I'm usually lurking there anyways and sometimes you can catch what I'm listening to there as well
tagged by stolen from : @toxichem tagging : just steal it lmfao
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dance-is-life27 · 1 year
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I posted 19,803 times in 2022
That's 1,757 more posts than 2021!
6 posts created (0%)
19,797 posts reblogged (100%)
Blogs I reblogged the most:
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I tagged 2,345 of my posts in 2022
#drew reads fics - 971 posts
#otp: can you move you're seat up - 514 posts
#otp: because i care about you alex - 50 posts
#fic rec - 33 posts
#otp: luthor and super - 32 posts
#otp: on your left - 32 posts
#fic recs - 25 posts
#otp: thunder jock and science nerd - 15 posts
#otp: in the space between - 15 posts
#ot3: freedom trio - 13 posts
Longest Tag: 139 characters
#in these past couple of months its been like whoever my favorite character is at the moment and a matching aesthetic homescreen that i make
My Top Posts in 2022:
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The pure serotonin I got from someone commenting on my fic, yeah nothing else beats that
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Hey uhh did anyone else's tumblr update to where their dashboard and notifications and search home screen are all tumblrs default color scheme, even if in the settings the color palette is changed?
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Rules: write the last line from a WIP and tag as many people as there are words in the line. Make a new post!
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This is the last full sentence in a wip fic about witch Evie from the Descendants movies. Lol this doesn't give you any hints about the fic itself.
"Her Isle one on the other hand isn’t."
I don't know who to tag for this so anyone who's a writer who follows and wants to do this can. :)
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🍓 bc u seem cool also she/they 🤝he/they solidarity
Omg definitely!! Let's be friends!!! Also yesss she/they 🤝 he/they solidarity
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My #1 post of 2022
They should invent a friends to lovers polycule for me
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Your blue eyes, 
they hypnotize me
↳ @alinastarkrovs​ asked lokius or sambucky
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capn-james-t-spirk · 3 years
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I can’t believe Sam and Bucky are canonically going to marriage counseling. Amazing.
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himbohargreeves · 7 years
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Sambucky fic where Bucky is shit scared by horror movies and he thinks Sam is fucking with him purposefully by constantly choosing horrors for the Weekly Avengers Movie Night but in reality he chooses them because Bucky always cuddles up to him to hide
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ruxian · 5 years
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hi i posted a sambucky fic it’s just them flirting pls give it a read lmao
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