#people tell me they love my stories and characters all the time. i'm so lucky for that

[dk-ghostmachines]

I gotta talk about FourDogs (again)

It's barely about her, though. I think "he's so lucky his dad was brutally murdered" and "people with trauma need a second handicap because they're too motivated" are such absolute-the-fuck-ly bonkers takes, they're not even worth the time it took me to get mad about them, which was immediately. This time around, I have way more to say about audience reception. I'll try to keep it civil.

It feels like a lot of us are responding from increasingly personal places because these are characters with which a lot of us identify, or we see traits in them that remind us of people from our real lives. And hey! Another performance and storytelling slay on the part of one Brennan Lee Mulligan. Who else can invent 50+ characters every year and play them to the point where any one of them can evoke both an "omg that's literally me!" and an "omg that's literally Dani, the girl that bullied me all of freshmen year until I punched out her front tooth in the student parking lot and got in-school suspension for a month!". And whether Kipperlily reminds you of Dani, or reflects your own anxieties about potential, ability, and trauma, an important thing to remember is this: she is not real!

Brennan made her up! Brennan made her up to tell a story, and when he made her up, he made her annoying, petty, antagonistic, and he gave her not just opposing goals to the the protagonists we know and love, but the explicit goal of ruining The Bad Kids' lives, specifically.

Now, I'm not saying she's fictional to be a dick, or dismiss any deeper readings on her or any of the Rat Grinders. I'm bringing it up because the way I'm seeing people talk to each other about these characters is starting to get a little wild and it's in danger of waking up The Olde Gods™ (i.e. the special brand of Tumblr Self-Righteousness that lives inside us all).

It's important to remember Kipperlilly is a character in a fictive work so that different interpretations of her don't get treated as stone law. Each reading of her is personal and valid, but none are gospel. The "Kipperlilly is but a victim" take is not the only correct one, nor is radical empathy for her as a character the only correct reaction. Also, even if I consider her sympathetic that is not incompatible with an opinion like "Kipperlilly needs to get roundhouse'd in the head by a lesbian in a tracksuit and/or a wizard in a jean jacket, posthaste". Sure, you can say that anyone who doesn't feel a deep and eclipsing empathy for Kipperlilly above all other emotions is immature at best and sociopathic at worst, but then I can just say anyone who demands solely empathy for Kipperlilly and excuses her literal crimes and bass-ackwards world view because she's insecure and has anger issues, is probably also someone who has a history of weaponizing whatever minority status they may or may not occupy to talk over, silence, or harass people of color.

They're both just opinions. And also, like. Y'know. A bit much.

To engage in the long and rich tradition of measuring character trajectories against those in the Avatar: The Last Airbender cartoon, let's compare Kipperlilly to Azula. Azula had an incredibly sympathetic backstory and untreated mental health issues. Azula was also a danger to herself and others, as well as profoundly manipulative and abusive (although, it was a children's show so Azula never killed anybody for whatever that's worth). Do I wish that fourteen-year-old girl had an Iroh-type in her life? Literally one adult who loved her genuinely and advocated for her best interests? Of course I do. I saw the Ember Island episode, I watched that one video essay! Does that mean it was any less satisfying to watch Zuko and Katara kick her absolute ass? No! And it was non-lethal anyway, children's show, duh.

That brings me to my other thing; Kipperlilly is a character in a fictive work that is not finished. And I know that point will age poorly, but I'm thinking it won't be the only one (hey-o). Remember the people that were calling The Bad Kids bullies? And then we learned that Kipperlilly hated Riz because his fucking dad fucking died?? And that was a full academic year before getting reanimated by a rage god?? I'll do a tame one; remember when Gilear wasn't cursed?? He was "just a guy"?? The show is serialized, gang, the world is still building! Clerickiller is not done yet, y'all need to let her cook! I'm sure we'll tune in next week to see her graduate from "unhinged" to "unaffiliated with the door frame or any frame-like structure". Reprimanding people on Tumblr will not change the trajectory of this character who, by the way, has not expressed remorse or any desire for a path other than violence. You look me in my black face after your blorbo slits a kid's throat and say "help her"?? Kipperlilly doesn't want get better right now, she wants one thing and that's for Kristen Applebees to go fuck herself and die!! You were there, you heard it!! When the fictional behavior changes, as it often does in stories, so will my opinion. There is no fore-forgiveness. Without an actual redemption arc I will continue to see the villain as a villain.

Speaking of, I think what some people have an issue with is the level of hate Kipperlilly's getting and how aggressive it is. But like.... isn't that allowed?? Because of all the stuff I said but also because like, mama said that it was okay! And by "mama" I mean Siobhan Thompson who said Kipperlilly belongs under the jail. Sure, in the real world, adults don't tell kids they belong in the ground that's crazy fucked up, but all these kids are played by adults and Emily as Fig joked that she was gonna smite the sixteen-year-old girl played by the thirty-something man. You're telling me the antagonist antagonizes the protagonists, and the protagonists go "boo, hiss" and then I, the audience, go "boo, hiss as well" but I'm wrong? I'm wrong, somehow, cool checks out.

"They're XP Levelling*punches a locker*!!"

"That girl is worse than Kalvaxus."

"Littledoggy Girlcollar"

Am I not engaging with the narrative on it's own terms if I say "i'd tell Clerickiller to die mad, but she clearly already did, Jojo Siwa head-ass, in reference to that fuck-ass ponytail and your toxic yuri" Do I need to draw a little caitmay-style OC to say it for me, would that be better?

God-forbid, we have fun? Must we discourse, always? FourDogs is tragic, FourDogs is compelling, FourDogs is Dani from 9th grade. She is Azula from Avatar and Clare from Fleabag and Brennan Lee Mulligan from my dreams and that is something that can be so personal. But no one else has to participate in your parasocial relationship. What's crazy is, I actually like Kipperlilly! As a character. I mean, the "trauma is privilege" obviously hit a nerve with me because of real life stuff, but the image of her over the rogue teacher's grave?? With a backhoe and a "gotcha, bitch" expression??? Come on, that is fresh-off-the-vine Cunt™. Even more so than I imagined that moment to be when we first heard about it. Her ending up in a Ragh or Aelwyn place would be way more satisfying than a Goldenrod or Penelope Everpetal place, BUT IT WILL ALSO be satisfying to see whatever Kipperlilly's version of the locked-in-a-chokehold-and-being-gaslit-into-thinking-you-shit-the-coach's-pants-scene is. In addition to the non-lethal ass-kicking that proceeds it.

Y'all can chuck the insinuation that something so clearly subjective is actually objective and has moral implications that make me bad, directly in the garbage. What is this, religion, hey-o.

#lost some civility there at the end #but shit im not iroh #im a hater first #and an advocate for mental health third #and second i am an advocate for poc's getting their lick back against white people #especially if they were hurting your academic prospects #yes riz is a poc even though he's played by murph #me and demi adejuyigbe talked about it #fhjy spoilers #dimension 20 #d20 #kipperlilly copperkettle #brennan lee mulligan #fhjy #fantasy high junior year #the bad kids

[arcaneyouth]

started making a power point presentation about my ocs, made 2 slides, and then just stopped. i <3 creativity

#vent post #negative #mainly for the tags. heres your warning i got sad #to be fair. MOST of the problem is i want to make a power point presentation studying the themes of the story and every characters arc #which is a lot of fucking things! and i don't know how to organize it at all. and it of course has to touch on spoilers #but the other problem is overwhelming thoughts of 'nobody wants to see this' 😔 #which is so frustrating cause i have so much proof its not true #people tell me they love my stories and characters all the time. i'm so lucky for that #oh wait lol figured it out. i don't want to make a power point presentation actually #it just feels like the only way i'll ever be able to get across all the thoughts i have without being a bother #but i have a difficult time actually working with power points so it's not actually that fun to make #so i'm not even doing this for my sake i'm doing it for everyone else again god damn it #huh. i don't even really want to ramble about The Themes and the character arcs #i think i just want someone else to do it. to prove that i'm not the only one that sees it or something #to engage with my story and show me They Get It #it feels unreasonable to want but i do want someone to point at the themes and point at specific panels and give me their ideas on it #so we can bounce back and forth discussing the meaning and how the story functions which is my favorite thing ever #but i can't ask people to do that. that takes a lot of effort especially Right Now when everything is awful all the time #and i accept that cause jesus christ everything is awful all the time #but boy can i yearn #hyperfixating on my ocs is very cool. i do love it. i love caring so unbearably much about some guys i made #it does get lonely sometimes tho

[mncxbe]

First time meeting your parents₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ˚₊✩‧₊

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊, 𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂, 𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂, 𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒖𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒓'𝒔 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒆: some quick headcanons of what I think the bsd men would do when they meet your parents for the first time. it got a bit silly but I tried to keep it as in character as possible. enjoy♡

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑ ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊

he postpones meeting your parents for a looong time because he's scared they won't like him, but he eventually caves in. he knows he can't avoid the visit forever

he prefers meeting them at their place over dinner or brunch, in a more homey atmosphere

if he's anxious (trust me, he is) Dazai doesn't show it. he has no trouble charming your parents with his usual gentlemanly behaviour and jokes, although he has to physically refrain himself from making any comments and jokes about double suicide

Dazai only has good things to say about you so that helps make a good first impression. + he's such a sweet talker

"Dear Y/N is such a wonderful woman. It's clear that you raised her well– no, really, I'm serious. She's the most lovely person I've ever met"

he's quite evasive when it comes to discussing his job and past. he brushes off all questions by saying that his work at the Agency is top secret and his childhood was a✨️dark time✨️ that he doesn't want to talk about

but besides that all convos go super well. Dazai's a very smart person and he just knows how to talk to people

overall he makes a good first impression, but your parents are a bit weary of him since he's so secretive

-1 point cuz he starts lightly squeezing your thighs and touching you under the table just to see you squirm (this man is shameless)

𝑪𝒉𝒖𝒖𝒚𝒂

takes your parents to the fanciest restaurant in the city– his treat of course, around half a year after the two of you start dating

he does show he's a bit nervous but it's super cute

Chuuya, just like Dazai, is willing to talk about anything except his occupation and childhood. he may twist some stories from his past and make it sound like he had a normal family growing up but he feels bad about it after

he keeps getting phone calls from his colleagues so he constantly gets up and leaves the table, which spoils the mood a bit but it's nothing major

Chuuya is the definition of a gentleman so your parents love him. he also doesn't refrain from telling them how amazing you are and how happy you make him

after hearing so much about your relationship your parents naturally want to know if you're going to take things a step further and oh he's so flustered

"Well um... we haven't thought that far yet but maybe in the future if things go well... yes I'd be happy to make her my fiancé"

if your parents do give him the blessing in advance his heart melts. and it's so obvious how grateful he is

at the end of the night he drives your parents home. yes, he rents a fancy car just for that purpose– and thanks them for agreeing to meet him

i feel like Chuuya would be very moved by the whole interaction. it's only been the first time meeting your parents and they already welcomed him in your family. he never had that growing up, didn't have the luxury of sitting around a table with his parents and just chatting and eating dinner like that and it truly makes him soft. he wants it again

he can barely sleep that night– just lays awake in bed and watches you sleep, thinking of how lucky he is to have you. he realizes that maybe your parents are right, maybe he should propose to you. after all, he does love you oh so dearly and knows that you're the only one for him

𝑨𝒌𝒖𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒂𝒘𝒂

protect this man at all costs he's so anxious when he meets your family for the first time

right off the bat he doesn't make the best first impression– he's too tense and lowkey a bit mean. he's in foreign territory and he gets defensive

considering that he's been on TV before your parents know that he's part of the Port Mafia so they're also a bit awkward

neither of you know what to say or talk about at the beginning so Akutagawa excuses himself to make a phone call just to gather his thoughts. naturally, you go after him to reassure him that everything is fine but it doesn't really help

"I can't just relax, Y/N. They hate me, literally hate me. This was such a bad idea we shouldn't have done this."

"No, no Ryuu it's alright. They don't hate you they're just... weary of you. You knew it'd be like that but you just have to show them who you truly are" you encourage him, giving his hand a light squeeze "I know you can do this."

once you return to the table he composes himself and actually tries to chat with your parents. he's respectuful enough and when your parents warm up to him he fully relaxes

sweet boy rambles on about antiques and mentions Dazai at least once. other than that he doesn't talk much about his private life

overall 7/10 experience. bonus points cuz he helps your mom do the dishes and clean up the table

he needs a few days to process everything. for a while, Akutagawa truly believes that he fucked up the whole meeting and you were going to break up with him. ofc that's not the case but he's still overly anxious

needless to say the next time the four of you hang out he's much more relaxed and plans different conversation topics in advance so he can be prepared for anything

𝑭𝒚𝒐𝒅𝒐𝒓

he comes over at your parents' place too. he brings flowers to your mom and some "homemade" cookies (he bought them from a bakery then put them in another box) so you can have a little snack over a cup of tea

he compliments your mom so the first impression is great

"My, my, madam, now I understand how your lovely daughter turned out to be so beautiful. She has your eyes"

man plays mind games with your parents and speaks in riddles so he comes across as a bit of a pompous ass😔 his menacing aura doesn't really help much either but besides that he's super respectful

he really impresses your parents with his knowledge but they still find him a bit shady since he doesn't share anything about his occupation and upbringing

if they really insist with questions Fyodor straight up lies– and it's scary how nonchalant he is about it

after you all drink a cup of tea and eat something he plays cards or chess with your dad so they can have a 'man to man' talk

at the end of the visit your parents like him. Fyodor manages to paint a nice picture for himself and gets their approval– but it's mostly half thruths which naturally upsets you

so once you're back to your place and you confront him he just says it's for the best they don't know the whole truth. ofc that starts a little argument

"Myshka, please understand that I cannot divulge important information about what I do"

"I know and I'm not asking you to. I just don't want you to lie to my parents. You put me in a very uncomfortable position and now I have to keep lying from now on. It's not fair."

"That may be the case... but don't worry your pretty head over it. I'll take care of everything."

"Okay but then how do I know you haven't been lying to me too?"

"No, no, my dear. I would never lie to you"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd fluff #dazai bsd #bsd dazai #dazai osamu #dazai x reader #bsd headcanons #chuuya bsd #chuuya x reader #bsd chuuya #fyodor bsd #bungo stray dogs fyodor #fyodor dostoyevsky bsd #bsd fyodor #fyodor x reader #akutagawa bsd #bsd akutagawa #bungo stray dogs akutagawa #akutagawa x reader #akutagawa ryuunosuke #bungou stray dogs dazai

[wilwheaton]

favorite goncharov character

Goncharov! Holy shit I haven't thought about Goncharov in YEARS!

I remember seeing it at the Vista theatre downtown in ... I want to say 1983? It was either 82 and I was 10, or 83 and I was 11. Now that I think about it, it must have been Spring of 83. I remember that Kimmy Mendini was my babysitter, and she drove my friend Ahmed and me all the way downtown to see Goncharov. She would have been at least 16, but I feel like she was a little older. I remember that she LOVED movies and just never stopped talking about European cinema.

Ha! I can still her her sort of roll "Cinema" out of her mouth. Movies were for the masses to watch, while sophisticated adults experienced Cinema. I'm just realizing now that she absolutely pronounced it with a capital C. She was like "you are so lucky to see a clean print of Goncharov!"

I had no idea what a clean print was, but I understood it was important and impressive.

She had read about this screening in the LA Weekly, which I didn't know at the time was TREMENDOUSLY subversive in our suburban part of Los Angeles County, and we were going to an old theatre in maybe not the greatest part of town, but Kimmy had been watching me since I was in second grade and was like my big sister. I knew we'd be safe with her.

That old theatre (which is now a fucking swap meet) was just so beautiful inside. 100 foot ceilings, box seats, gold paint and murals. It felt like a place you went to experience Cinema, but, like ... it had absolutely seen better days. I remember that I felt kind of bad for the place, a little embarrassed, like when I got a good grade and accidentally made eye contact with a friend who got a D.

Okay. This clearly hit a memory artery, and I appreciate you staying with me this far, when we finally get to the fireworks factory. We're walking up to the box office, and she tells Ahmed and me that we have to wait on the sidewalk, because *technically* it's rated R, and she's not our legal guardian, but what does this guy making two bucks an hour know about art anyway?

So we wait. She buys the tickets, and then we all walk in as casually as we can.

I remember how scared I was that we were going to get caught and they'd call the cops (that's how it worked in my anxiety-ridden brain), but literally nobody cared. The theatre wasn't even half full, and everyone there was a dude at least as old as my parents.

You know the story, so I don't have to recount all of it, but I can at this very moment remember how shocked I was when Bruno was shot. This was the first time, ever, I had felt an emotional connection to a character. I didn't cry when Bambi's mother was shot, I didn't cry when ET died, I didn't cry E V E R.

But when Bruno died? I didn't make a sound. I just silently wept. Tears just poured down my face and I wanted to roll back time, rewrite the movie, and get him out of that room.

I obviously understand now, all these years later why I connected to him and why his story meant and means so much to me, but at the time I had no idea. I just thought the actors were that good.

I can't believe that guy who played him died so young. I think he was like 40? I remember thinking that was old. Now I know different.

When the movie was over, Kimmy asked us how we liked it. Ahmed was obsessed with the photography (he grew up to be an illustrator), and I obviously had my Bruno Moment.

We got Thrifty ice cream on the way home and listened to Donna Summer in her Datsun.

I haven't thought about Goncharov or Cinema or Kimmy in FOREVER. Leave it to Tumblr to boost my nostalgia check to a natural 20.

tl;dr: Bruno. I know he's supposed to be that character we all hate, and there are so many valid reasons for that. But when I was 12 ... well, I was a different person.

Oh! And now that I know what a "clean print" is, having seen so many "dirty prints" in revival houses before they all turned into swap meets or churches (hey, two places where people sell you stuff and take your money!), I retroactively appreciate it in a way that would make Kimmy happy.

Thanks for the trip into the crumbling mall that is my childhood memories. I haven't been here in awhile and it was nice to visit.

#Goncharov (1973) #goncharov #bruno #yes bruno #unreality

[neil-gaiman]

Hi Neil,

I guess I've been working up to this letter for the last 4 years. I would just like you to know how much I appreciate everything you've done with Good Omens, and I mean that from my heart.

When season one aired, one of my best friends had just moved away, so I had a lot of feelings about Crowley and Aziraphale's friendship and the threat of its loss. And then of course the pandemic hit, and I was home with small children, missing everyone.

It was around this time that I listened to David Tennant's interview with Michael Sheen, where Michael talks about how life is hard, and when you find these things that make you happy you have to hold onto them. "These fragments I have shored against my ruins", etc. And those were such important words for me and allowed me to lean into Good Omens and let it shore me up.

Which it did. I found such a home in the character of Crowley, and I also was lucky enough to find my voice as a writer and enter an amazing creative community of kind and brilliant people. It re-affirmed my own queerness and gave me a framework to better understand it. I now have friends unlike I've ever had in my life and they really have have shored me up in the darkest of times.

A month ago my mom died, and it has been so incredibly hard. But again I found refuge in the story, which insists that the world is worth loving, despite everything. And I feel held by the experiences of you and the other creators, because I know you have been there, I know we are all missing people who are gone.

And in a very basic way the lead up to season two has been a happy place to put my mind, away from my grief,

All the little puzzles and tidbits we've been getting have been a fun game, I have so enjoyed reading the books and watching and listening to things referenced. It has been very soothing to play in a created world, where things have meaning and intentionality, and a message about love.

So thank you and Terry and everyone for creating and insisting on telling this story and being so generous with the fan community. I hope you and yours are well and you are finding joy and love yourself.

Cheers, Elizabeth

That makes me so happy. Thank you. I'm glad it helps.

[yumeka-sxf]

I can't believe we've reached the season finale! 😭 First off, the key visual for this episode is too adorable and is only reminding me how much I'm going to miss my favorite (fake) family! ❤️

While the early season episode where Bond and Twilight go on a mission together hints at how much compassion Twilight has for Bond, this episode really highlights what a softie he can be when he's around someone with whom he doesn't have to put on any acts.

Not only does he risk his life to go after Bond in the fire, but when he finds out that Bond went into the burning building to save another dog, he gives that soft, sincere smile that's only reserved for when one of his family members does something that truly touches him.

Rather than be annoyed with Bond for putting both their lives in danger, he's happy that he would risk his life to protect others...because that's what he does all the time! Plus, when he thinks Bond is acting out by "attacking" random people, instead of getting mad, he puts it upon himself to try and understand Bond better, the same as he does with Anya.

It's also really adorable how much Bond wants to please Loid. Is he learning from Anya?

This guy has to be one of the dumbest arsonist to stick around the building he just burned down with a hat that says "Fire" 😂

And of course, wet Bond and "trying not to laugh" Twilight are finally animated! Twilight is lucky that Yor and Anya weren't there to catch him snickering like that...the embarrassment may have killed him.

Then we get the pinnacle of how much Twilight cares for Bond when he tells him that he should think of himself as a family member first and guard dog second, plus how heartbroken "someone" would be if anything happened to him. And that sentiment is really a driving theme in the series, not just in this case with Bond, but for Twilight and Yor too. They're always putting the happiness of others before their own, without either knowing that the other is doing it.

I didn't think they would use this story as the season finale, since it only featured Twilight and Bond, and Franky a bit in the beginning. But they made it feel more like a finale by adding new scenes of the other characters! The scenes with Anya and Yor doing origami was cute - I love how Yor went too hard with the scissors 😅

And the ending where Anya gives both Twilight and Bond stellas was a great addition (though maybe a bit canon-altering since Anya in the manga hasn't seen soaked Bond up to this point).

The montage of all the other characters at the end was nice as well.

I laughed at Fiona's target practice 🤣

And the final scene with the Forgers having dinner was the perfect last shot~

No announcement for season 3 yet, but the episode does hint that there will be more! There's a SxF event in Japan in June 2024 where they could make such an announcement. I'm hoping season 3 won't start until 2025 in order to give the manga time for new content - as of the end of season 2, 67% of the manga has been adapted into the anime (according to my story guide spreadsheet), which is a lot. We'll see! But there will definitely be more SxF anime in the future, perhaps even another movie! So for now, only SxF Sundays twice a month will have to tide us over 😄

#spy x family #spy family #sxf #spyxfamily #loid forger #yor forger #anya forger #bond forger #sxf anime

[gazs-blue-hat]

*ahem!* may I offer a humble prompt for Gaz as tribute?🙋🏻‍♀️

something along the lines of everyone around you and Gaz always saying that you're dating or asking you "are you sure you're not dating?" and you/him always denying it. but at the back of your mind, it leaves a lingering thought of what it would be like to date him and looking over at Gaz and catch him looking at you👀 with the same thought running through his mind.

but you can't really blame everybody else because you're always seen together and you act like a couple so WHAT TF DO YOU MEAN YOU'RE NOT DATING?

(I may not may not be speaking from experience😂)

I FIGURED OUT ASKS EVERYBODY! I'm so so sorry @groguspicklejar for the insane about of time it took me to figure the ask system out. Without further procrastination, here is the story!

Paperwork Shmaperwork

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick X Reader (gn)

WC: 1,265

TW: Miscommunication (In a funny way I swear), Mutual pining, Canon typical language (LMK if I missed any)

Everybody knows you and Kyle are a 'thing'. It's so abundantly clear to everybody who looks at the two of you any time you are together. Kyle and you are practically attached at the hip.

And it pisses Simon Riley the hell off.

He's all for his buddy getting some affection and care but every single time he mentions things to Kyle, he gets a flabbergasted look and a chuckled 'they're just my friend!'.

He's absolutely had it. He knows there's a connection between you two, hell he was it in Tommy and Beth before they got married! In true Riley fashion, he decided to take things into his own hands.

That's how you and Kyle ended up in a swivel chair in Simon's office with a file placed before him. The file in question had his name on it followed by a series of angry scribbles.

"Tell me again what this is about?" He raised his eyebrow, looking at his LT. You nod your head, sitting next to Kyle with your hands in your lap.

"Since you two so 'clearly' are "just friends" I've decided to compile evidence that proves otherwise." Simon leans back in his chair, crossing his arms across his chest. Kyle scoffs while you make a confused expression. Kyle opened the folder, shifting it so you could read it too, and began glancing over the tactical writing on the pages.

"Johnny put you up to this?" You have to ask, it's so out of character for Simon to stick his nose in people's business.

"No, I don't need him to tell me what right before of my eyes." The response is cold, but Simon's at his limit.

Kyle rolled his eyes at the first entry. It was dated a few months back and a description of the incident was written down.

-----five months previous----

"Hey, Gaz! Wait up!" You were jogging across the tarmac, a blue cap in your hand. Kyle had been so worked up about this next mission that he had forgotten it at the breakfast table. You were lucky enough to have caught him before the helo took off. 

Kyle turned, smiling at your form rushing him with his hat. He had felt that something was missing but he couldn't tell what it had been. He checked his whole kit about seven times before you arrived with his token headpiece.

"Oh thank you love! Almost forgot it!" He reached out to grab the article of clothing but you simply hopped into the helo and placed it on his head, making sure it was straight.

"Can't have you going off without this! How else would Price be able to identify you out in the field?" 

He chuckled at your statement, patting you on the shoulder and ushering you out of the chopper before Price had another episode about 'authorization' and 'keeping things tactical. 

You stood on the tarmac as the helo took off, waving fondly as your best friend was carried through the air to some unknown destination for some unknown amount of time.

-------

"That doesn't count! Johnny did the same fuckin' thing to him last week!" You sat back in your chair, a blush starting to creep up your neck. The way Simon had worded the report made it seem so clear that you and Kyle were in a relationship.

What you had said was true. Johnny had rushed to give Kyle his hat back but that was after he had stolen it and Kyle was on a war path to retrieve it. When Johnny had gotten the hat back to Kyle, it was a slam on his head and a cackling sprint instead of a soft handover and a pat on the shoulder.

Fuckin' MacTavish...

Simon grunted and just pointed at the next entry, a smug smile on his face under the mask.

---Three months ago---

"And then I said-" The man next to you continued chatting away even after you had told him no less than five times that you were not interested. One person can only say "That's crazy" so many times before they themselves go crazy.

"Pardon me, sir, I need to steal my friend here for a moment." You felt a warm hand at the small of your back, palm just barely touching your shirt.

Kyle

Kyle gently led you back to the part of the bar where he was sitting, along with a few of his old buddies from the CTSFO team he had been working with before he met Price.

"Oh my God, thank you so much, Kyle. You're a literal lifesaver. If I had to listen to one more story about some random topic, I was going to go insane." Kyle laughed softly, the sound buzzing pleasantly in your mind. 

"Don't worry about it. I could practically smell the boredom from here. Can't say we will be much better conversation but at least we won't pester you for your phone number or anything!" Kyle's remark got laughs from everybody at the booth, including you.

His hand never left your back.

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"Any good friend would have done the same! It is not okay to leave someone stranded in a situation like that!" Kyle was starting to blush as well. He had never romantically thought of you but he couldn't deny the feelings that were bubbling in his mind now.

You were in a similar situation with your own feelings. Having everything written out like this before you made things so much clearer. You had been tossing the idea of Kyle around in your mind for a few months now. He made you laugh and smile. He made you feel safe in a way that nobody else ever had before.

Perhaps Simon was onto something...

Simon grabbed the folder from Kyle and shook his head, pulling two more files out from the drawer of his desk.

"I already got the paperwork for you two. The documents are all in there so there's no need to go bother Price about it. The deadline for those documents is in three days so I suggest you both get your shit sorted out quick." Simon folded his arms and started working on a different piece of paperwork, leaving you and Kyle gaping at him like fish. 

Simon looked up at you both, rolling his eyes and making a dismissal gesture with his hand. Neither of you had to be told twice as you stood and exited the room, closing the door behind yourselves. 

You both stood outside of the office for a long while, not knowing what to say or how to act. Kyle opened his mouth to say something at the same time you did.

"Do you thi-"

"Want to g-" 

You snickered and gestured for him to go first. He smiled and rubbed the folder between his fingers.

"I was gonna ask if you wanted to talk about this...paperwork over a pint?" he was blushing a bit and he couldn't quite meet your eyes.

You nodded, smiling as you looked down at the documents in your own folder.

"Only if you bring that good pen that everybody is always trying to steal." You couldn't help but gently nudge him with your elbow

"It's a date then. Say 6:00?" He was already pulling his phone out to mark the time in his calendar.

"How about now?" You turned your head and smiled. Kyle did the same, placing his hand on your lower back to lead you to his quarters on base.

"I like that plan."

He never removed his hand from your back.

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[ponett]

with the fallout of bandai namco's idiotic "it's up to interpretation" bs, do you think that it's possible to enjoy queer media made in a corporate environment in addition to independent works? is it even worthwhile to attempt making queer media in a corporate environment? i find it special how well the g-witch production team managed to tell the story they wanted even with the challenges and pressures they faced, but i have to admit that independent works like slarpg are always going to more completely tell queer stories. as someone who has resonated with both slarpg and g-witch, i was curious to know your perspective.

i'm probably less cynical about this than a lot of my peers are - not that i can blame anyone for feeling cynical about queer rep from corporate-owned media. (we've been through so many First Ever Gay Disney Characters at this point, and lord knows blizzard loves to tease that another overwatch character might be gay every year or so as a PR move.) unfortunately it's just extremely hard to get something like a full season of an animated series funded and produced independently, so the artists looking to enter these fields and pour their hearts and souls into meaningful queer stories as a full-time job don't have many options

going indie gives you theoretically endless creative freedom to tell your stories without corporate censorship, but it's also a massive gamble. only an extreme minority of indie creatives in any medium are actually able to make a living. the fact that i came out the other side of slarpg's development with enough money that i can keep being a full-time indie instead of being in massive debt makes me one of the lucky ones. and even with my modest success, i sure as hell don't have the money to hire a whole team, which limits the scope of what i can make. so i can't turn my nose up at the queer people writing disney channel cartoons where they can't say the word "gay" out loud. they have health insurance, i don't. for most people, what i do is simply not an option

with the corporate-produced Queer Stories i enjoy, i'm often able to squint and see what the creatives were trying to do, wishing that they could have done more while understanding that they probably had to fight tooth and nail for what's there

in the realm of children's animation in particular, i'm thankful that the people working at these studios ARE fighting for more, because it means that kids today have so many more positive queer stories to relate with. i didn't have a single gay character i felt i could relate to until i read scott pilgrim at age 16 and saw wallace wells. before that, i felt so alone in the world. i denied who i was for years because it felt like there would be no place for me. i didn't know anyone openly gay in real life, growing up in the south, and in fiction gay people either existed as the butt of a joke or not at all. the fact that queer kids are now able to see people like themselves in so many shows means something, even if we still have a long way to go and the big studios continue to be a major obstacle

on the subject of g-witch, i'm honestly unfazed by the statement from bandai-namco. i guess i wish they could've let suletta and miorine kiss, but like... the text of the show is extremely blunt about them being a couple by the end. it's not up for debate. and it's not like a gundam series having a meaningful story in spite of the wishes of the toy-producing overlords is anything new, this is just our latest example

all that being said, i do think people should branch out more and explore more weird indie shit if they want more wholeheartedly, openly queer stories. people gotta suck it up and embrace more outsider art instead of only valuing things with studio-level production values. start looking at ren'py visual novels, rpg maker games, obscure webcomics, zines drawn in sharpie, artists on bandcamp who aren't signed to a label, all that jazz. maybe part of the reason why i'm not more fazed by the state of affairs with corporate-funded fiction is that i'm constantly surrounded by furry artists who are telling their own little gay stories

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[thisismeracing]

HI! 🤍

Mick + (loving) Fan + fluff

I know you said just one Word but i was thinking about how would be if Mick Falls in love with a Fan 🥺

Fan | MS47

⸺ the one where it's her birthday and besides the paddock passes, she got a date. ✓ mentions of throwing up and anxiety, but nothing graphic or major.

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When Yn's best friend told her their friends came together to get her a birthday gift she had been waiting for her whole life, she did NOT expect it to be paddock passes. Vip and all.

It took her the whole trip to Austin; she was still in awe even then. Still trying to gather how loved she was, even though a little nagging voice would try to tell her otherwise. Her friends knew she loved Formula 1, knew she wanted to go to a race for a long time, and knew how this would be the best birthday she ever had.

That's how Yn found herself wrapped in her favorite coat, wearing her favorite pair of jeans and beat-up Converse, trying to keep her body from jumping excitedly like a little kid who's about to meet their famous Disney character.

In reality, she was just a young adult about to meet her favorite driver if the circumstances helped her.

"Tell everyone how you're feeling, Yn!" her friend, Debra, who volunteered to come to Texas with her, was recording everything to their friend group chat.

"I'm actually feeling sick, I- what if I throw up on Lewis' shoes??? Omg- and what if-" Her mind started to go places and Debra chuckled with the camera in her hands, holding Yn's shoulders with her free one.

"Yn, calm down! It's gonna be alright, you'll see," Debra reassured.

And off they went. They were able to meet Russell and Carmen who was a sweetheart with the pair of friends, they thought it was cute how nervous Yn was, so nervous she called George by Carmen and started rambling about how much she loved Mundt's Instagram account. Then it came Charles Leclerc and even Debra was a bit thrown off by how handsome and friendly he was. They met a bunch of other drivers and members of their crews, everyone but Yn's favorite duo: Lewis and Mick.

Luckily for her, Debra was on a mission, and she practically dragged Yn to the Mercedes garage before it was impossible to get a glimpse of anything. And as it happens, it only took twenty minutes after Lewis was spotted for the small garage to start gathering some people in its front. He was extremely attentive, wished Yn happy birthday, and went as far as to tell her he would try and get her a birthday podium to which she almost burst into happiness.

"Are you ok?" Debra asked right after the exchange with the eight-time world champion.

Yn nodded, but her friend saw the way her chest puffed in a deep breath, "I'm just- a bit anxious... too many people around now," Yn explained, pointing behind her back, "I'm gonna run to the bathroom real quick, wait for me in here. I'll be back in a sec."

Off she went, but instead of running to the restrooms, Yn made a beeline in the direction of the motorhome. Behind it to be more precise. Where no one was around, and all the noise seemed to lessen a bit.

She sat on the ground, back propped against the wall of the motorhome. The hum helped to calm her nerves. Yn took off her shoes, feeling the cold ground under her feet, and taking small breaths.

"This is real. It's really real, and I deserve this nice reality," she whispered to herself, thinking back about how lucky she was in that sea of fans.

"Huh- hi?"

"Ok, now that's not real, total creation of your anxious mind," she mumbled to herself, staring up and down the blond guy in front of her.

Mick snickered.

"What's with the shoes?" he asked, and Yn moved her hands to the ground now.

"I'm just trying to ground myself, to make my body believe what's happening is real. My fingers are pretty cold now, but for some reason, I still can't wrap my head around this minute right here.' She ranted nervously, and Mick removed his signature black Puma shoes, sitting right beside her.

He carefully bumped their shoulders, "It does feel nice, I have to give you that."

Yn nods, bracing her knees in front of her body and staring ahead.

"Were you anxious?"

"A bit. I don't know why, I'm usually good with too many people." She explains.

"I get exactly what you're saying."

"Is this really happening or am I hallucinating? Can you pinch me?"

Mick chuckled and pinched Yn's arm.

"Do things like this usually happen with VIP people?" Yn asks after a beat. She wanted to question Mick about a bunch of things outside racing, she wanted to know his favorite color for real, his favorite food, and something he liked to cook, and if he collected something from his travels, she wanted to hear something random about him that people probably did not bother to ask or didn't care enough to pay attention to, yet that was all she could manage: is it common? those interactions?

And his answer surprised her. Not only his spoken words but his roaming curious eyes, "nah, the passes usually just grant you a picture and a quick 'how are you' if you're lucky."

"What am I then? Since we're exchanging more than the small talk.."

Mick's pink lips curled in a smile, "I can think of a few things I wanted you to be." He glances down at her, eyes scanning her face, before adding, "My date to watch today's race, for example."

There was silence for a beat and then Yn's booming laughter embraced them, "Ain't no way Mick Schumacher is flirting with me. I really must be hallucinating. Oh- what if I threw up on Lewis shoes and passed out and now I'm dreaming to make myself feel better while Debra tries to wake me up?"

It was Schumacher's turn to laugh.

"You have a beautiful laugh," she pointed.

"You too," the blonde shot back.

This time when their eyes met neither of them tried to shy away, instead their lips curled in a smile. Something passed between that stare, and Mick and Yn knew with certainty that was the start of something new and beautiful.

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[partyanimal167]

Hey i saw your post about wanting to do some law fics and i had an idea how about a law x fem or gn reader that is a excellent sworddswomen and can take out someone even with their sheth still on! ( like kagra from fairy tail the anime) but the catch is that when not fight shes super awkward and shy and flustered with him (because he saved her and she attracted to him and his character)Also could the fic being about their first meeting like asking her to join his crew and after time becoming a thing and going to dressrosa together, it could start with law telling the straw hats how they met

(Sorry i know thats a lot but i’ve had this idea for while now and would really appreciate it you can do it but its too much please let me know i dont want pressure you❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️)

Hi!!! Thank you so much for requesting. I'm super nervous to write about Law, but this is a really nice prompt to use. Plus, I'm so stoked that you referenced Kagura! I love Fairy Tail; that was the first fandom I wrote about when I was younger lol. I'm going to try to incorporate everything you wrote. I hope you enjoy it~

She's Just Shy, ok...- Law x F!Reader

CW: Fluff, canon au, nongraphic action, awkward reader (mood)

In hindsight, Law should have realized he wasn't lucky enough to have a normal person on his crew...but she was special to say the least...not that he would say it.

Law was trying his hardest to not break his mug as he watched you going at it with the Strawhat's swordsman. It was his fault though. He had been too deep into his studies and planning, so after continuously rejecting Zoro for a sparring match, it made sense that he would go after you. You were more of a challenge really. Law flexed that strength of his sword at any hint of danger, but you, oh, you weren't bothered by any threats at all. Few could tell the story of seeing your blade at all. A swordman's that used only her sheath, yeah Zoro would be all over that.

"TRA!!!"

Law nearly jumped out his skin when Luffy appeared hanging upside down from a rail. He grumbled into his mug. "What!"

He only laughed. "Y/n is so cool~ I bet Zoro is happy to have a strong person to fight with." he grinned. Law only grunted. "Hmm, maybe she could join my crew. OI! Zoro! Ask Y/n to-," Luffy groaned after being hit upside his head. "Nami! What was that for?"

The navigator rolled her eyes. "You can't go trying to steal people's crew members. What if someone tried to recruit Zoro?"

Luffy understood her point but still whined. "But she's so strong~ Zoro would like it!"

"She's not a pet!" Law argued back.

Luffy laughed. "Ooo, what about a competition! Y/N, would you join my crew if I beat Toroa at a game?"

You skidded across the floor and smiled at the goofy captain. "Sorry Lu-chan, I can't leave my captain yet." she beamed even as she blocked an attack from Zoro without looking. "I owe him too much." she grinned before turning her attention back to her opponent while Sanji threatened to starve Zoro if he so much as got a cut on your skin.

Luffy pouted. "Boo, I want her..."

"Be nice captain." Robin lightly chided. She turned to the doctor. "I am curious though. How did you two meet, Tra-guy?"

Your ears picked up the question. "Cap-captain, no! Don't tell them!" you nervously stammered and waved your hands.

Zoro raised a brow. "Why not? Couldn't be that bad." he grabbed a towel and tossed it to you. You wiped your face, neck, and bosom. He gulped down some water.

Seeing that your attention was back on him, Law relaxed a little. "It's nothing dramatic." he grumbled. "More embarrassing for me really..." he muttered.

"Huh???" everyone asked. For the doctor to admit that and not hold back was certainly something.

Law reclined back and spread his arms out. "I needed some assistance..."

~~~

You were finally able to relax and enjoy the warm weather after spending the morning training. Sitting and meditating was a great way for you to recenter before continuing about your day. You found a nice tree and were wrapping up when a heard some loud commotion nearby.

You opened your eyes to see a group of shady-looking men running away. A few moments later, an anxious looking polar bear was running around searching while tears seemed to be flowing from his eyes. You cocked your head to the side curiously. The polar bear cried out. "Captain is going to kill me!!!"

His uniform seemed to be unique enough from the townspeople, but not quite individualistic. You stood up and stretched. You weren't sure what to do about what you saw and decided to head back to your solitary home in the woods.

You left the busier town and continued walking casually in the woods. You knew this path well seeing as this was your childhood area filled with palm trees and secret waterfalls. You neared the summit of a hill and tensed as you felt an odd, distinct air. You dodged a knife thrown at your head and rested your hand on your sword.

A few of those men from before jumped out of the bushes. "Hehe, seems the rumors were true. What is a woman like you doing with that on your hip?"

"Looks expensive too." another added.

You met their greedy gaze with little interest. So they're robbers. You took a couple steps forward dismissively before they jumped to attack. You quickly reacted and swung your body around to dodge. You shifted on one foot before swinging the other to land in one guy's face. It would have been an easy conflict except more men appeared.

You grumbled before tying up your hair and pulling your sword from your waist.

"You got some moves, missy. But now we really know you don't need that sword. Those work better when they're out of their sheaths." he commented rudely.

You took an offensive stance and dashed to quickly to slice the shocked robbers. It only took a couple slashes or two before each man fell to the ground with serious wounds. You rolled your shoulders before sighing. You just saw them not so long ago, so their stolen goods were probably still on them. You peaked in a couple bushes before pulling out a long sword. It was heavy in your hand. You wondered how hard it would be to find its owner. Oh maybe, that polar bear would know. You continued to admire the blade when you felt the air shift once more. You turned around to see a man bring up a large hammer to swing at you. You tensed to move, but-

"Room."

An odd light feeling surrounded you for a second before you were in the grasp of a stranger. You looked up confusingly as someone could just hold you with one arm then watched as the man froze. "You're- you're-, you're the Surgeon of Death!" the man only tch-ed at the accusation before rotating his hands and muttered. "Shambles."

You watched in shocked as the various men's body parts were dismembered before shuffling around and mixing with each other. Most of them were still knocked out though and wouldn't realize the uncanny circumstance until they woke up.

The man gently placed you down and you clenched onto the sword while bowing. "Oh my gosh, thank you so much! I should have totally seen that coming. How embarrassing!" the words blurted from your mouth.

The man's gold eyes looked at you with uncertainty. "Don't mention it..." he paused before reaching his hand out, "my sword, please."

You looked at his hand then clenched tighter on the sword. "Oh, huh, is this your sword?" you laughed awkwardly. "Oh jeez, heh, sorry here-,"

"Captain!!!" a high-pitched voice echoed up the hill before the polar bear from before appeared with tears still flowing.

You brightened! "Oh bear-chan!"

The bear stopped and looked at you. He immediately took a defensive karate pose in front of the man. "Did you take my captain's sword! You- you-, woman! I'll"

"Bepo," the man interjected annoyed. "This woman just defeated these robbers. Show her a little respect." The other immediately dropped his pose before bowing.

"Oh, I'm so sorry. Thank you for recovering, Kikuko!"

You scratched your cheek awkwardly and waved your hand. "Ah no problem at all. He saved my life!" you then turned and finally handed back the sword. "Thank you, again." you bowed. You straightened up. "I'm y/n."

The man seemed to relax more with the sword at his side finally. "Trafalgar Law. I'm sorry if we caused you trouble." he looked at his subordinate. "My sword was taken away while he was on watch."

"I'm sorry, Captain."

"Tch, this is why I don't take naps..." Law muttered. "We'll leave now. I don't want to bother you more."

"Wait!" you called out. "I have to repay you! That guy nearly took off your head."

Law shook his head. "If anything, we're even. I saw how you fought; you would have been fine."

Your face warmed at the compliment. "No, I insist!" Law seemed to see your stubbornness despite the flustered appearance.

"Fine."

....

Law should have known better than to get his hopes up at your seemingly normal appearance. After meeting you a couple times while at your island, you proved to have a formidable reputation that had the Marines constantly trying to recruit you though you continued to reject them. As you two got along, you were amazed by Law and his crew's tales of travels and adventure. You recalled all the commotion that happened when the Worst Generation was at Sabody as well as the Marineford War. You never planned on being a pirate necessarily, but you had your own goals that meant you needed to leave home.

Law didn't know why you were so nervous to speak to him all the time, so he was shocked when you were able to as him to join his crew without a stutter. He wasn't sure what to think. You were strong and smart. And as much as he thought that another mouth to feed would be a bother, he couldn't deny that you would be a good addition. He'd hope that you at least learn to hold a conversation with him without playing with your hands.

~~~

"Law!!! You're so mean!" you wailed as you pushed your chest against the back of his head. He immediately blushed and tried to push you off. "I'm so embarrassed!" you clung onto him.

"Oh my god, I don't know why!" Law argued. You continued to fuss and Law shyly babied you in his arms.

The Strawhats were shocked by the softer scene in front of them. "He's surprisingly soft..." Robin noted.

Luffy groaned. "Oh boo, Tra is so lucky. No way she'll join us now." For some reason, he understood now.

~~~

*sprinkles in some slight jealousy because we like that here.* Thanks for reading! I hope you liked it @dancingnewcat Please let me know how it is. I'm so happy to finally get a request~

Until next time~

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[word-wytch]

tldr: extremely sappy and vulnerable post ahead

My baby, Don't Stand So Close To Me, turns one year old today.

After a lifelong history of abandoning creative projects, my love for the story I wanted to tell and my newly found passion for the art of writing finally surpassed my fear of rejection, and so I stepped out of the Shire and onto this very long road.

Listen, I know I'm talking about a fanfiction and being very dramatic, but in my opinion every creative endeavor holds the same amount of weight no matter if you're writing books for money, or writing songs for the radio, or songs played only in your bedroom. It all requires you to dig deep and face yourself.

This is the longest and hardest I have ever worked on a creative project in my life.

Over the course of the past year I have come to know myself in a way that I think only writing a novel chapter by chapter for an online community could accomplish. There have been some very dark times, but facing your shadow is always illuminating. Through it, I have grown exponentially both as a writer and as a person.

If I could offer one piece of writing (and life) advice it would be this: Let yourself be where you are. Love yourself here, now. You have been good enough, are good enough, and will be good enough, always. You have nothing to prove to anyone. Your only responsibility is to keep the flame of your joy for creating alive. And that's it. The rest will take care of itself.

I know this is easier said than done. I know this from the painful experience of having believed the opposite about myself at one point.

All artists want to be seen on some level, we need to be. But ultimately, no amount of external validation can supplement the intrinsic love you have for creating. It's even better shared with others, but it comes first from within. I would argue that even if all you had was an idea that made you so giddy that you had to run laps around the room, then you have it all. Your only job is to keep that love alive. It's what I'm chasing every day. More than followers, or notes, or any superficial measure of success. That feeling is everything. The love that I have for my art and this character is everything. The love that I have for myself is, ultimately, everything.

It is a natural part of the journey for all creatives to encounter blocks and adversities, so when it feels like you've lost that joy or you're dragging your forehead against your keyboard in the thick of it, please do not fret. The real secret is that you can never really lose the spark, because you are the spark. You'll feel it again. You're not broken. You haven't failed. Just love yourself anyway and let yourself be where you are, even if that's crying into your ice cream.

Because the gap between how you feel and how you want to feel is not something that once closed, will stay closed forever. It's something you love yourself back to again, and again, and again, and again. And maybe, after your muscles build and your blisters heal, you'll come to enjoy the journey.

For the first time in my creative life I truly feel seen. Thank you all for seeing me, for coming on this journey with me. Thank you to every reader who's left a kind word, every friend that I've made as a result of pursuing this. There are too many to name. I have never been a part of a fan community in this capacity and I feel so unspeakably lucky to have found such a home in this one.

I want to thank, most especially, the people who have both figuratively and literally held my hand throughout the last year behind the scenes. Thank you for sending me coffee, letting me bounce ideas, send massive emails, text feverish voice messages back and forth, keysmash spoilers at you, cry on your shoulder, and fangirl over our boy (and his teacher) @toxicjayhoo @storiesbyrhi @the-unforgivenn @munson-blurbs @jo-harrington @rip-quizilla

I love you.

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[nekoannie-chan]

Love or curse?

Title: Love or curse?

Fandom: Marvel, Captain America.

Ship: Steve Rogers X Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.!Mutant!Reader.

Word count: 579 words.

Rating: Teen.

Summary: You and Steve hate each other, or not?

Major Tags: Love bug, curse.

Additional tags: This is my entry to @sweetspicybingo, Sweetheart Bingo Card & square 4:

"Love bug.”

You can read it on Wattpad and Ao3.

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You ran as fast as you could to escape; although you had failed to obtain the Darkhold, you had obtained another important element. You mentally cursed Steve, telling him that you were not the right one for the mission, but he insisted, and of course, everyone listened to him.

But you couldn't stand it, simply because you owed Fury a favor by agreeing to be on the team, not to mention the fact that it seemed Tony had deliberately put you on the missions as a pair.

"Did you bring it?" Steve asked as soon as he saw you.

"Obviously no; I told you we needed a telepath or someone who could open portals; Morgan almost got me; I'm lucky I got out unharmed, but I brought the rest of the stuff," you said, completely annoyed. The only thing he had done all this time was to stay outside on "guard duty."

"We need..."

"Then go and get it," you spat, already tired of Steve's attitude towards you.

"Natasha would have brought it no matter what."

"Then go get her and make her bring it."

"You have powers..."

"And you're a super soldier; I'm only helping them because Fury asked me to; you're unbearable." You started to walk.

None of you realized that Morgan had seen everything; she knew what you had come for; she had even allowed you to take some things; she smiled when she saw you arguing and then recited some words. You never realized that she had bewitched you.

You couldn't stop thinking about Steve that night in the shower, but this time it was different.

On the other hand, Steve couldn't stop thinking about you either. The next morning, he got up very early to go for a run, but as soon as he saw the bakery with some cupcakes decorated with hearts, he didn't hesitate and went in to buy them, remembering that he had seen you eating those kinds of cupcakes several times.

"I brought you this," Steve said, offering you the box of muffins, which you took.

"Do you have any plans for Friday night?" You asked.

"Only if you have plans."

"Then I'll see you at eight."

"I'll be on time."

You closed the door. Lorna was looking at you confusedly from the other side of the screen. Steve had interrupted the video call they were having.

"Have you asked someone out? That doesn't sound like you," Lorna commented in surprise. "Who was it?"

"Steve," you replied without paying much attention.

"Steve Rogers?" Lorna was beginning to suspect that something strange was going on, probably as a result of the mission you had told her about, but before she did anything, she wanted to talk to someone who knew a lot about it.

"What do you know about this mission?" Nico asked.

"Not much; they were going for a book, and that it was a place where I think there was a sorceress or something like that," Lorna replied.

"Maybe it's Morgan... I think they have a curse; I'll have to find out how."

"Wait, no, maybe we should just leave it at that."

"But... " 

"Y/N deserves to be happy; there's a chance that deep down they actually liked each other."

All week long, you and Steve had been flirting; even the rest of the team was starting to get suspicious.

"Well, they say there is only one step from hate to love," Natasha commented to Clint.

#sweetheart bingo #valentine's day #valentine's special #steve rogers x reader

[sofasoap]

Story time.

Summary : Din loves to read, but it's been a difficult life for him to keep up with his hobbies. Pairing : Din Djarin x GN!Reader + Grogu. Warning: T to M rating? mention of violence. Might have make up bits and pieces of lores. I try to keep it Gender neutral as much as possible for the reader. If any of you spots a mistake , please let me know :) Not beta'ed or proof read. wrote it in a hurry during work break. oop. note : This is dedicated to @deakyjoe for the inspiration! Also for allowing me to use the idea. All stemmed from her answer to my ask " Din likes to read but struggles to see the words properly through his helmet and has difficulty turning pages because of his gloves " This is my first ever Din/The Mandalorian fic. I'm very lucky to be surrounded by amazing writers that really pushes me to write. Thank you. MASTERLIST

Din loves to read and listen to stories.

Din's first contact with book was growing up on Aq Vetina. His parents, although not well off, often borrow books and holopads of all sorts from the local library and read it to him before sleep. Stories of legend, history of the planet, adventures of old. His father was the best story teller that makes the action and characters came alive when he convey the story on.

When he joined the children of the watch, his favourite time of the day was in the evening, siting around the fire and clan elders telling them stories of struggle and purge of the Mandalorian people, legends of the Darksaber, The teaching of the creed. After becoming a full time bounty hunter, having a hobby or idea of relaxation became a luxury, a dream. Lack of space on Razor crest is also a big factor. Who uses physical books nowadays in the galaxy apart from the old documentation and backward planets? What he read the most nowadays are instruction manuals of how to fix the ship or news for any new bounties. Along came you and the little green munchikin. He often hear you telling stories and singing songs from your home planet, or even fabricating your own stories when you ran out of any to tell. One day he saw you eyeing a stall in the market, stall selling second hand physical books and old looking holopads.

" Please Mando, can we buy some? I promise to use my own credit, plus it won't take up too much room on the ship. We can always trade in the old ones later to buy more..."

How can he say no to you. Nodding his head, you letting up a whoop and happily shuffle through the stall for any new stories you haven't read or heard before. That night, Din sat down on the crate with the baby in his lap, with a story book in hand, trying to read to him. Damn the helmet,he cursed silently . The dim light inside the ship doesn't help either with trying to read the prints, and he struggles with flipping through the pages with his thick gloves. Fragile the books are, little sharp claws of baby isn't the greatest either to help him. " Would you two like some help??" Din look up, you smiling down at him. Letting out a huff, he mumbles a reply to you. " Cool, I haven't heard of this story either. Shuffle over Mando." Asking Din to make space beside him so you can sit down with both of them He shook his head, you look at him with with perplex expression. He pick up the baby from his lap spread his leg a bit and nodding to you to sit down in between. Your face heated up, hesitating a bit. Din nod his head again once more, encourage you.

Slowly, you move yourself to sit down in the space between his leg. He lift the baby over your head, gently place him in your lap and pull you into his chest. Lifting the book up once more, he whispers into your ear, " Would you do the honour to do the reading and turning of pages for us, Cyare. " There's that word again, the nickname he's been calling you a lot lately. You don't know what it means ( you are pretty sure it's Mando'a ) but every time he says the word, he says it softly, lovingly. The baby cooed and you smiled and patted his head. " Yes Little pea....I'll read. " After that, it became a evening ritual for the three of you before baby's bed time.

#din djarin #din djarin fanfiction #baby grogu #din djarin x reader #din djarin x you #the mandarlorian

[foolforharrry]

Nails And Croissants

Word Count: 2.5k words

Summary: Harry and Willow go to get their nails done

This is just a short little thing to get the feel of how I wanna write the characters in a book that I'm planning. I an really excited about this and I hope that when I get to posting the actual chapters, you guys are going to like them and love them too.

This blurb is obviously way down the line from where the story is going to start but I wanted to give you guys a small taste of them.

This is also not that carefully written and is probably messy af, but I hope you still enjoy reading it.

if you wanna read more of my work, I have it all linked on my masterlist.

Any feedback would be greatly appreciated and if you have any requests please feel free to give them to me and I will do my absolute best to do it.

Harry Styles Butterflies erupt in my stomach when I catch her eyes across the room.

The sunlight beaming in through the windows of the small nail salon makes the lighter strands of her brown hair look golden.

"What are you getting?", I ask her once she's sat down at the table right next to mine.

Her cheeks tint an adorable shade of pink when Willow's nail tech for today, Aspen, sets the bottles of nail polish Willow's chosen for today. "I swear it wasn't on purpose," she hurries out, her eyes flicking between the colours next to my own hands.

"Damn. And here I was getting excited thinking you wanted to match with me," I say with a playful roll of my eyes.

The laugh she lets slip is like music to my ears, and all I want to do is lay a kiss on her pretty, pink lips. But Mona coating my nails with a clear layer of base polish prevents me from doing so.

Instead, I settle on storing the image of Willow's face scrunched up with joy and laughter to memory. Her freckled, sun-kissed skin and the smile that doesn't just light up the room but my whole entire life.

"You're an idiot," Willow giggles, letting Aspen arrange her hands the way she needs them.

"I'm your idiot, though.", I remind her. To my delight, my words have another heartbreakingly beautiful break out on her face as she mouths 'I love you'.

Out of my peripheral vision, I can see Mona and Aspen exchange a look as I mouth 'I love you' back.

And God do I love her.

I never thought that I would ever be the kind of man who happily takes his girlfriend to get a manicure on my day off feeling like my heart is about to fucking burst from the love that's flooding it. The part of my heart I had tried so hard to keep under lock and key to protect it from being burnt again. But instead, Willow came along and took it in her soft hands. The calm of the sea in her eyes is all I needed to see before I let her.

"You ok, baby?" Willow asks, a crease of concern between her eyebrows.

Clearing my throat, I offer her a genuine smile, "Yeah, Blue. I'm ok." I can tell that she isn't entirely convinced, so I add; "Was just thinking about how lucky I am to have you."

The blush returns to her cheeks as Mona asks me to remove my hands from the UV-light machine. Which means that she's ready to give my nails some colour.

For the rest of the appointment, we make small talk with Aspen and Mona with the comfortable hum of the radio in the background. When a song by Taylor Swift I still haven't learnt the name of, Willow was out of her chair to turn up the volume with the permission of Aspen with a childish glee that she rarely lets show with anyone other than her closest people.

I swear I fell more in love with Willow when I watched her dance her way back to her chair.

Hand in hand, Willow and I walk out of the nail salon, freshly painted nails and bright smiles on our faces as we wave goodbye to Mona and Aspen. Our names are already on their calendar for next time.

I can't help myself from glancing down at our cojoined hands every couple of seconds, my heart fluttering at the way hers match mine.

Baby blue and pastel pink.

"H?" I don't even have to look at her face to know that Willow has her bottom lip tucked under her teeth and round eyes that'll have me giving into whatever comes out of her pouty lips.

"Blue?" I mimic her tone, tugging her closer to me so she doesn't bump into the man walking past us.

Willow lets go of my hand and before I can reach for it again, a pout on my lips, she snakes her arm around my back, my own going around her shoulders. "Are you hungry?"

I'm not. But knowing that she is and doesn't want to just ask directly, I don't say that. "What do you want, baby?"

It's like her shoulder deflates in relief the second the words leave my mouth and it has me turning my head and planting a kiss in her hair as I let her take her time settling on what she wants. Almost like she'd read my mind, she perks up, pointing across the street to what looks to be a small bakery.

"How about some croissants?", Willow suggests as I meet her eye.

"Croissants sound lovely," I agree, pouting my lips for a kiss.

Willow drops her gaze to my mouth at the action. Standing on her tiptoes, her hands gently cup my face as mine drop to her hips and peck. Her lips are soft as she presses them against mine in a way that has my heart doing somersaults in my chest. I can smell the coconut from her favourite lip gloss when she pulls away with a dopey smile, swiping away the product she left just below my bottom lip.

Blush heats my cheeks as I kiss the pad of her thumb, "Thank you, baby."

Thankfully the crosswalk is just down the street, the lights turning green for us after only a few seconds so we can make our way across the road safely and efficiently with my arm back around Willow's shoulders and her hand on my hip.

The bakery Willow picked out for us has a homey vibe to it. Flowers stationed on every single table with warm pinks and soft yellows everywhere you look. The smell of baked goods strong even from outside the shop. For a Thursday afternoon, it's rather busy.

Willow and I stood in silence as we waited for it to be our turn to order, content just watching the different people come in and out of the bakery every time the bell above the door rang.

The display of all the different options of baked goods is god damn mouth-watering and I make a mental note to bring Evelyn and Willow back sometime during the weekend. Knowing Evelyn, she would be over the moon over a cupcake that looks like a rainbow.

When it becomes our turn, I order us two croissants, thanking the lady behind the counter with a smile as she hands us the paper bag. And then we're on our way again.

"I was thinking that we should take Evie there," I speak as I take her hand in mine, resuming our walk back to the car with my eyes switching from the path in front of us to her face.

Meeting my eye, Willow nods with a hum, "When were you thinking?" "Maybe Sunday?"

Before she can ask, I add, "They're open."

"She's gonna have a hard time picking, poor thing," Willow laughs light-heartedly.

"Mhm," I hum in agreement, the smile that rarely ever seems to fade whenever I'm around her. If we're being completely honest, Willow and I both know that I would buy Evelyn every single one she wanted just to keep a smile on her face.

"I miss her," I say with a pout as we round the last building, my eyes landing on my car.

Willow rolls her bottom lip into her mouth before she opens it and says something I never in a million years thought I'd hear from her; "I don't know how you're gonna survive when she's off to college, babe."

Dropping her hand, I clutch the material of my t-shirt over my heart as if I was in pain. "Don't hurt an old man like that, Blue. I'm fragile."

"Oh shut up, H. You're not that old," Willow giggles with a hand on her stomach. Her nails match her pretty sundress and it has another swarm of butterflies flapping around in my tummy.

"It was still mean," I grumble with a pout, the thought of my little girl leaving one day isn't exactly one I enjoy.

Willow shakes her head at my attitude. "I'm sorry, love," she says with a pinch of my hip.

"You're lucky I love you," I say as I take her hand again, loving the warmth of her soft skin against mine. She grins at me, "The luckiest."

The soft curls of her hair dance in the light breeze blowing past us. Her golden skin glows so prettily in the sunshine she doesn't even look real. The light reflects in her baby blue eyes makes them twinkle as if the sun was hung in the sky at this very moment just for her.

I'm convinced that Willow is an angel sent down to this plane from the heavens above. Her calm, beauty and grace is simply too delicate to be meant for the harsh, painful world that we live in. But somehow, with all that she's been through, she still leaves a trail of light in her wake. She has lit up my life the way the sun lights up the sky after a dark night with only specks of light so far away you almost don't believe that they're real.

"No Blue. I'm the lucky one."

I'm sure she can hear the emotion that has started to clog up my throat, but she doesn't comment on it. Instead, she guides my hand to press a gentle kiss to my knuckle just as we reach the car.

I reach into my pocket for my keys, pressing the button to unlock the black range rover as I walk around to the passenger side with Willow in tow to open the door for her, quickly pecking her temple as she slips past me and gets settled in her seat with the bag of croissants in her lap.

By the time I'm sat in my own seat, she's opened the bag and is munching happily on her croissant. Eyes closed, head tilted back against the headrest and humming in the way she something is particularly delicious. She's got her hand underneath the pastry to catch any crumbs that may fall when she takes a bite out of it.

Just as I get out on the road, Willow's phone connects to the Bluetooth system in the car, the song switches to 'Right where you left me' by Taylor Swift.

It's almost comical how fast Willow's jaw drops along with her hand just as she was about to take another bite of her croissant. Her eyes go from the screen where the title is written in clear letters to my face. Accusing frown on her face as Taylor's voice and the gentle guitar fill the silence.

There isn't even a point in trying to contain my smile at the way it takes her around 5 seconds before she is turning up the volume and singing along to the song. Dramatic hand gestures and facial expressions that I catch out of my peripheral vision.

When she twists her upper body so she is fully facing me and sings; "I could feel the mascara run. You told me that you met someone," I can't help but take her hand and join her.

Who would have thought singing a heart-wrenching song about being left and unable to move on with the love of your life while driving down the streets of Los Angeles would have images of her in a white dress flash through my mind and a certainty settle in my stomach like I have only felt once before in my life?

When the song ends, Willow turns the volume back down, her face flushed from her intense performance and a shy smile curling on her lips.

If there wasn't a chance that doing so would potentially end in both of our deaths, I would've kissed her until we were both dizzy.

"You want your croissant?" Willow pulls the untouched one out of the bag, holding it out to me with her eyebrows raised in question.

Instead of saying anything, I open my mouth expectantly, waiting for her to get the hint. And when she does, she rolls her eyes playfully, still obliges and holds the pastry right in front of my face. She waits for me to take a bite out of the soft, crunchy slice of buttery heaven.

"Fuck me, that's good," I practically moan through a mouthful of croissant. This is possibly the best croissant I have ever had in my life.

Chewing it slowly, savouring the heavenly taste, I catch Willow with her phone out, pointed in my direction and a sly smile on her face. "What are doing, Blue?"

"You look really hot, is all," she shrugs, stuffing her phone underneath her thigh.

Willing the blush I feel heating up my face at the compliment go away, I point out the obvious; "That doesn't answer my question." Only Willow can have me blushing like a schoolboy and biting the inside of my cheek at a simple compliment.

"I got myself a new wallpaper for my phone," she tells me matter-of-factly as she squeezes my hand.

I rub the skin of her knuckle as the corners of my mouth tug up into a smirk, "If that's the case, then you can take as many pictures as you want."

When she stays quiet, taking bites of her croissant before letting me do the same, her left leg bouncing under beneath our cojoined hands, I can't help but laugh as the realisation dawns on me. "How many pictures do you actually have of me?"

She says something, but it's so quiet I can't make out the words. "I can't hear you, baby."

"I said that I've lost count," she repeats herself with a sheepish look on her face. "You don't exactly make it hard, baby."

"You ever gonna let me see these photos?" Knowing her, it's probably half pictures where I look decent and half pictures that could be turned into memes.

Willow takes a minute before she answers, seeming to mull over the answer in her head. "No."

"Then I'm not letting you see the wonderful collection I've gathered of you, Blue." It may be childish, but it does exactly what I wanted it to. Willow's grip on my hand tightens ever so lightly and I can feel her practically burning a hole into the side of my face with the intensity of her stare.

But she is stubborn, so she keeps her lips pressed tightly together. She keeps her view directed out the window at the cars, buildings and people we pass by.

"Am I sleeping in any of them?" she eventually breaks the silence. Her fingers drum along with the rhythm of 'Sweater Weather' against the back of my hand, something that I've noticed that she always does when she listens to music.

"A couple," I confess, holding in the urge to laugh at the way her cheeks turn crimson.

Clearing her throat, Willow tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear. "If they ever see the light of day, you're losing your dick."

Slightly taken aback by how casually such crude words flew out of her mouth, I swallow hard with wide eyes, "I will remember that."

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#harry #harry styles one shot #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles blurb #harry styles fluff #harry styles masterlist #harry styles imagine #harry styles x reader #harry styles smut #harry styles #one direction #fanfiction #masterlist #fluff #original character #dadrry #dad harry styles

[merakiui]

Me and the neige community are STARVING and ur psot abt Neige was just so???SCRUMPTIOUS.I WILL GO ON MY KNEES FOR MORE GROSS PERVENT NEIGE THOUGHTS PLEASE (I asked very nicely)

I'm so happy you like it!! Neige is so beloved. orz

I like to think he's so eerily good at taking sly, candid photos. He's the best at getting panty shots (although admittedly he might get some help from the woodland creatures when they distract you with their mischievous antics). He has an entire scrapbook filled with photos of you, some more innocent than others and some downright lewd. He snips out anyone else who might be in the photo (all he really wants is you; everyone else is a mere background character in his love story). Neige's delusion and obsession becomes so bad that sometimes it feels like he doesn't see anyone else—like they're all faceless nobodies. He often peers through people rather than at them, but he's just so sweet and carefree, so you'll never suspect anything's amiss. He's the type to catalogue everything about your habits and mannerisms, and he might even adopt some just to feel more like you (to be closer to you).

He most definitely has an onahole with your name scribbled on it. I like to think Neige was never very interested in sex (he just wants sugary romance—the fluffy type seen in all the best stories and fairytales!), but after he falls for you he is almost always horny. T_T everything you do has his pulse quickening; he is down so bad. He pastes his favorite pictures of you to a wall in his closet and he'll spend so long in there rutting into the onahole to images of you in a cute outfit, to your smile, to that time the birds were teasing you and it caused you to fall in a very suggestive position...

He might occasionally scroll through your NRC friends' Magicams just to collect more photos of you. It's so unfortunate that you aren't attending RSA. Oh, how he wishes he could see you every single day. The others are so lucky to spend time with you so often; he's actually a teensy bit envious. :( he wants to eat lunch with you, attend classes with you, stand near you so closely that he can smell you. Thankfully, he can always spend time with you when the both of you meet up in town! Although meeting up for a day of fun isn't the same as day after day after day of fun.

I like to think he also vividly daydreams of how your first time will go. He's really excited. Neige hopes you're a virgin like he is, but if you aren't that's also okay! It doesn't make him love you any less. And it's actually a little attractive if you have some experience. So long as he gets to sleep with you, he can ignore details like whether or not it's your first time. He'll always be honest with you, so he's very pleased to tell you it's his first time. But you don't have to be gentle because he's a virgin! In fact, he'd prefer it if you were rough, if you tore his shoulders to shreds, if you marked him with bruises and bites... Neige likes the idea of being marked by you (of course he'll have to cover them up so his fans won't suspect anything, but having this little secret makes it all the more alluring). Also breeding kink. I wholeheartedly believe he is in the top few of the twst cast with a huge breeding kink.

I also feel like he would be really into role-play. He probably has the filthiest of fantasies he'd love to act out with you omg. <3 OOOO AND PHONE SEX. Neige is absolutely fucking into his fist or his onahole when he talks to you over the phone. Whether you're explaining how your day went or excitedly going on about a movie you saw recently, he's always listening (while also busy imagining some not-so-innocent things). :)

#twisted chit chat #yandere twst #n/sfw #he's the type to gently and sweetly non-con you #aaaaaaa neige orz i have so many thoughts for him

[smoooothoperator]

Save Your Tears

Mick Schumacher x opera singer! OC (Ophelia Becker)

Strangers to friends to lovers, love at first sight, long plane flight, personal drama, opera references

a/n: I'M BACK BITCHES!!!!! This month has been full of work and it's finally coming to an end! I'm so happy to make a character that definitely has my own job and it makes me so excited to show you guys how this world can be.

⚠️This story is based on the movie Love at First Sight. If you watched that movie, please understand that this is fictional and that I won't make the same story.⚠️

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Four minutes.

Four minutes can make the difference between being lucky and being unfortunate. A song can last four minutes. An advertisement pause on the TV can last four minutes. The time to cook instant noodles can be four minutes.

But being late for a plane for four minutes seems like a nightmare. Watching how the gates close in front of your eyes while you stand there breathless after running all the way to the gate feels humiliating.

Maybe it is a canon event, just how Spiderman could explain it. Maybe being late to the plane means something. Maybe she shouldn't go, maybe it's her punishment.

"Excuse me, miss" the flight attendant smiled at her. "There's a flight that goes to Zurich in four hours. There is a seat available, but it's on business"

"Oh, okay yeah. I'll buy it" she said without thinking twice.

Maybe the flight attendant offering her the next flight was part of the canon event. But… she doesn't want to go. She needs some excuse to leave and miss the plane.

He was early. He knows his plane leaves in four hours, but the four walls of the hotel room he was staying in made him feel claustrophobic.

His leg can't stop bouncing, ignoring the gazes of everyone around him. Maybe they recognized him or maybe they are annoyed because of the way he makes the chairs vibrate with his anxious movement.

He needs something to happen to make him miss the flight. He needs a perfect excuse to not get in that plane.

Maybe if he calls his friend telling him that he lost the suit… no, that would be a stupid excuse, he could buy another one once he arrives. Maybe he can tell him that he's sick…

"Oh, excuse me"

He turned his head around, frowning. That voice made him get out of his thoughts.

"Hi, yeah. Do you casually have a charger for an iPhone? I just forgot mine and the ones of those stores there.are so expensive and I already wasted a lot of money buying a business seat…"

Her voice was soft, it made the anxious clouds around his mind disappear for a moment.

A hundred flights. Tons of people.

But only them were important for each other.

01: Lose It All

02: Talk To Me

03: Stuck With U

04: Thinking Out Loud

05: Falling

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