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musings-of-a-college-dork · 1 year

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZTRwEC2cV/

You should do a fic based off this with Eddie Munson

OMG YES YES YES YES YES!

Me or D&D?

Eddie Munson x fem!Reader

Word count: roughly 1.2K

Eddie wants to work on his Hellfire Campaign…but his girlfriend has other plans…

Warnings: Slight NSFW (reader flashes Eddie), terms of endearment (sweetheart, baby), reader has boobs, use of Y/N, silly slight NSFW fluff!

Author’s note: Ok so I received an ask based on this tik tok for Eddie and it literally haunted my thoughts all day today so I knew I had to write it asap! It’s so very on-brand for him and anyway to the anonymous user who requested it THANK YOU SO MUCH and I hope this fits the vibe you were going for!

Y/N let out a sigh as she finally flipped off the shower. It had been a long day so the very first thing she wanted to do upon reaching Eddie’s was to take a shower, something he happily granted her. He had a new plot to work on for D&D something about the cultists.

“You see they need a motive,” he had been explaining on the car ride over, so animatedly she wondered if he was even looking at the road. “That’s been the issue! There hasn’t been a motive-”

“Eddie! Eyes on the road!” Y/N scolded as she clutched onto her seat.

“And before that was fine,” he rambled on, no change to his driving whatsoever, “But now we’re far enough down the line that they’re starting to question me and the one thing I won’t tolerate is being questioned!”

“The one thing?” she had teased with an eye roll. "The list I could come up with of things you don't tolerate. Basketball players, school in general, any music that you deem 'fake music'-"

“Oh come on!" Eddie exclaimed, driving a bit too close to the edge of the curb for Y/N's comfort before swerving back over, "Some music is just bad and you know it!” He shot her a little glance and a smile, “And I always let you question me! It’s just those idiots I don’t take it from!”

“Uh-huh,” she nodded with a little laugh.

And so needless to say as soon as the pair had entered the house Y/N had set down her things, heading for the shower and Eddie had thrown himself right back into his campaign. Hence that was exactly where she found him as she stepped out of the bathroom, wrapped in a towel and feeling remarkably refreshed.

Eddie, much to Y/N's amusement, was laying stomach down on the trailer floor surrounded by guidebooks, maps he had painstakingly sketched himself with intricate levels of detail, and pages upon pages of notes.

“Eddie, I’m gonna get dressed so we can watch a movie, ‘kay?” Y/N called as she watched him work, not even looking up from the page he was holding as he chewed his pencil in his mouth.

“Mhm,” he replied absence-mindly, obviously not hearing a word she said.

“I’m going to order from Enzo’s, do you want anything?” She said as she walked into his bedroom, searching for one of his shirts and her pants from earlier.

“Oh wow,” he replied from the other room causing her to let out a soft chuckle. I could say literally anything right now and he wouldn’t clock it.

“I’ve decided I’m going to go to school naked tomorrow,” she called, glad Wayne wasn’t home to hear her jests since he’d definitely have some questions.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” That got a genuine laugh out of her as she pulled on his shirt and her pants, using a mirror to make sure her hair wasn’t going to dry funny…but looking at herself in the mirror gave her an idea. A small smirk came to her face at the thought as her hand trailed down to mess with the hem of her shirt.

I wonder what will get his attention…?

With that, Y/N turned and headed toward the room. When she arrived, Eddie hadn’t moved an inch but his position had changed. Pencil still tapping against his lips, he was holding one of the maps now, seemingly muttering something to himself that was too low for her to hear.

“Eddie?” She asked as she slowly made her way over to him, double-checking all the blinds were closed.

“Mmm?” He hummed, still not looking at her as he scanned the man for some invisible linking detail to fully tie together his campaign. She shook her head with a smile as she came to kneel close enough to him that she knew she was in his visible but far enough away to not disrupt his current chaos. After having seen him fuss at the Hellfire members one too many times for exactly that, she knew it would only deter her plan and she didn't have time for that.

“Eddie, baby,” she cooed, “Before you get too deep into…all of this, would you just take one second to look at me?” She watched as her words this time did seem to register just a bit since she was now closer in proximity and she received her reward.

“Yea-” Eddie’s eyes went wide and his jaw dropped ever so slightly as he turned to see his girlfriend on her knees, in her jeans and one of his shirts…well sort of in one of his shirts. Because the second he turned to face her, Y/N lifted the hem to reveal her boobs, her boobs without a bra. His face instantly lit up into a large smile as he processed exactly what he was seeing, the pencil still in his grip as he grinned like an idiot.

He took a moment to look back at the map he had been examining but couldn’t help to look back at her as well, causing Y/N to beam as she continued to hold up the shirt.

“So…” she prompted in a sing-songy tone, “Would you rather do that right now,” she gestured with her free hand to the map, “Or, would you rather do this?” Eddie gasped at her question and fully turned to look at her with a look of mock hurt and disbelief written across his face.

“What kind of a choice is that?” He scoffed, making her giggle. “What kind of question is that?” He scrunched his nose making her laugh harder, drawing his eyes to the way her chest moved as she did. A smirk came to his face as he looked back into her eyes, holding onto the map as he had before she had effectively flashed him. “I’ve been waiting to work on this,” He held up the map to her but kept his gaze locked with hers, still smiling, “alllllll day,” his dramatics had her giggling again as he shook his head, eyes flickering between her and her boobs still on full display, “Damn Y/N, what kind of a question is that?” The girl had a little huff of her own and faked a pout as she looked at him, making her eyes especially wide and pitiful.

“So…” She began to lower her shirt down, keeping that same pouty look, “You picked-”

“No, no, no!” He said quickly as he threw down the map and pencil, effectively leaping to tackle his girlfriend into the carpet, sending them both sprawling to the ground. Y/N let out a little squeal which dissolved into giggles as he laid his head right on top of her chest. Eddie’s hands trailed up her sides as he pulled her close to him.

“You better be damn proud of yourself L/N,” he said with a teasing scold as he nestled right up into her as her body shook with laughter, “You’re the only person on the face of the entire Earth, in the whole frickin’ universe, that I’d set aside D&D for!”

“For me?” Y/N asked as she tapped her finger to her lips, pretending to think before looking down at him with a smirk, “Or for my boobs?”

“Hmmm…” He returned her smirk as he moved his hand and began to push up the shirt she was wearing once again, “Well L/N…you’ve got me there.”

“Eddie!!”

“You! Obviously you!”

Yay!!! Omg, my first request! Y’all, I can’t even tell you how excited I was when I got this! First off, the tik tok is absolutely adorable, and second off, I was so excited to write it because I could see exactly how it would play out with the two of them in my brain! Eek anyway, to whoever requested it, THANK YOU SO MUCH! It was so fun to write and I hope it’s what you hoped it would be! Anyway, requests are open anytime y’all!

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x y/n #stranger things 4 #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson smut #requests open #request #oneshot #x reader

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sensitiveheartless · 22 days

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...Somethin' please!

Hiya, thanks for the ask! :D This is the fic which I started writing a while back and then completely forgot about (the non-descriptive title I gave it did not help lol) — but basically it's a very silly college AU where Albatross comes up with a very stupid plan for Chuuya to get kissed for the first time at a dorm party. (Dazai has known Chuuya since they were both fifteen and is internally Seething over the entire situation)

Here's a rather long snippet to give the proper vibe:

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Chuuya sighed, and thumped his head back against the wall of the closet.

Worse than the indignity of it all was how boring it was. Time felt like it crawled by even slower when he couldn’t even check the time on his phone.

Like anyone was going to come in, anyway. What kind of weirdo would be desperate enough to kiss someone who was blindfolded? And to kiss Chuuya, no less. He wasn’t exactly known for his sunny disposition. They’d probably be too afraid of him kicking them.

Chuuya shifted restlessly. He could just leave, he knew. Ditch the entire party. It seemed pretty lame so far, and it wasn’t like Chuuya wanted to be kissed…

Much.

…Alright, maybe he was a little curious, just to see what all the fuss was about.

But only a little. It was just that he hadn't ever gotten a chance to fool around during his high school years, not with how quickly everything went to shit—and even after Adam found him and things began to look up, Chuuya had been far too busy trying to put his life back together to bother with dating.

Still, this seemed like a pretty stupid way to lose his first kiss. Why the hell had Albatross thought this was a good idea?

Ugh. Whatever. He would give it another couple of minutes, and then he’d leave. Yeah. No one was gonna come in, anyway.

Of course, at that exact moment, the closet door creaked open.

Chuuya stiffened, glowering even though the other person wouldn't be able to see it. Raucous sounds from the party outside filtered in with the mystery person, at least until the closet door latched shut once again with a gentle click.

…So there were people desperate and weird enough to do this?!

“Hey,” Chuuya said, just to break the silence. He could hear the other person breathing, hushed and a little fast. Were they nervous? “Come to take a shot at it? Honestly, I think this whole thing is stupid as hell, but I’m not gonna stop ya.”

The other person’s breathing did something funny, but they didn’t move. They had to be standing quite close to Chuuya, considering how small the closet was, but the two of them weren’t touching at all.

After a moment of expectant silence, Chuuya frowned. “Oi, are you really just gonna stand there?” he asked, blindly reaching forward. “Who are you, anyw—?”

Before he could get out the last word, Chuuya found himself pulled abruptly into the person’s arms. Contrary to his expectations, however, he was not kissed—instead, he was crushed against the other’s chest, his cheek squished against what he guessed to be their collar bone.

Chuuya blinked behind the darkness of his blindfold.

This person had snuck in here, just to…hug him?

If it could even be called a hug, because it certainly wasn’t like any embrace Chuuya had received before. Nothing like the brisk but warm hugs he got from Adam, or the awkward one-armed hugs from Shirase, or the enthusiastic bone-crushing squeezes from Albatross whenever his friend got overexcited.

If anything, this grip was possessive, and seemed almost desperate with the way the person’s fingers dug into the curve of Chuuya’s spine, keeping the two of them plastered together. They were quite a bit taller than Chuuya, and their embrace was so tight that he could barely keep his toes on the ground.

It was annoying, but also kind of…interesting.

Chuuya tried to focus on the feeling of the fabric pressed against his cheek. Knitted, slightly scratchy material—with cables? A wool sweater?

It was certainly warm. Chuuya felt like he was burning up.

…He had really never been held like this before. Like the other person couldn’t bear to let him go. For the life of him, Chuuya didn’t know what to make of it.

After a few stunned moments, Chuuya squirmed a little. The arms around him loosened at once, allowing him to move his own hands up between them and brace himself against the mystery person’s chest.

Chuuya raised his chin towards where the other person’s face must be, and cocked his head to the side challengingly. “What? Was this all you wanted?” he asked, tapping a finger against the person’s chest. “Maybe you misunderstood the game, hmm? I thought you were supposed to ki—”

#I have no explanation for this one — except that I sometimes have an intense urge to put Chuuya in silly romcom situations #a) because i think he'd be hilarious in them #and b) I think he should get to experience some goofy low stakes shenanigans on occasion — dude goes through a lot #also always love Dazai getting chances to be Weird About ChuuyaTM lol #Dazai is losing his mind in this one akasdjfkdsjf #senhart's writing #ask game #long post

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merakiui · 3 months

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LETS GO TMDG AND 11:11 FOR THE FANFIC BINGO ✨✨✨

AAAA YES YES. >:D very yummy fic choices!!!! Thank youuuuu!!! 💖 putting under the cut because it is a little long. orz

(ask game)

For tmdg:

There's no explaining the sheer chokehold tmdg had on me for the entirety of the ten months I spent working on it. It sounds mad, but every waking second was tmdg. When I was listening to music, I thought of songs that would suit tmdg and its vibes. When I was working, I was thinking of Jade and his banter with reader. When I was going to classes and doing coursework, tmdg. It became such a staple in my diet LOL. T_T Jade truly did possess me to write that story because omg. And it started as such a silly idea: Jade impersonates Floyd because you want to date Floyd and Jade wants to date you. I didn't think my silly concept would grow into 48k words....... ;;;; I had only intended for it to be short (under 15k words at most).

I did SO MUCH fact-checking and research for tmdg. I had fun working various moray eel facts into the story. <3 truthfully, I had no idea what mer to make reader. The grouper idea was something I happened upon while searching mutualistic relationships for moray eels and the relationship between the eel and grouper appeared!!! Immediately, I knew I had to add it in. :D the amount of times I ruined my sleep schedule to write more tmdg even though I was exhausted from my studies. orz not the best course of action, but it was worth it to happily type away!!

As for 11:11:

I wrote most of 11:11 while on my breaks at work (not technically instead of homework or housework hehe). A nosy coworker of mine almost caught a glimpse of it while I was writing. I'll never forget the sheer panic I felt because I was writing the scene where Rook murders reader. I lied through my teeth and said it was a research paper. ^^;;;;

Even though it wasn't exactly written as a gift or request, it was the result of a poll!! I wanted to write something scary, but there were too many characters in my mind. Rook won and 11:11 is the result! I think it's very fascinating to explore psychological horror with Rook. He's already terrifying on his own. >_< in case you are curious, these were the ideas for the others from that poll (as you can see, pet play with Jade was still ever-present in my head LOL):

As for fan art~~ it was you!!!!!! o(≧∀≦)o hehe I love it so much. orz orz orz your art is always so amazing and scrumptious. I can't thank you enough for finding inspiration from 11:11 and drawing such a beautiful picture!!! T^T <3 I hope to return the favor someday for all of the wonderful arts you've made!!!! ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭ ੈ♡‧₊˚

#twisted chit chat #heyyy11

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safetycar-restart · 4 months

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Heyy. So I've had a brain rot recently and it's about charles specifically about redbull charles like it is in the d/s au and he was in Ferrari and was feeling like he failed at being a f1 driver ( but ofc its bc of the team and strategist not bc of our golden boy) and reader manages to convince him to leave Ferrari and that they can secure a seat for him in redbull (maybe the reader works for redbull or smth) and charles after being failed yet again by his team he accepts the readers offer and joins redbull and then he is so much happier (bc he doesn't have to stress that the team might sacrifice him or that the car is going to be shit) and at the end it's like happy soft vibes

It can be also a lestappen fic if u want and by the way your writing is literally amazing ❤

And if u don't to write it u can just ignore the ask ,thank u and have a good day/afternoon/night 😊💛

Okay so I love this and I kinda ended up starting a new AU with this somehow? We already have a poly!lestappen d/s au but um, I guess now we have two of them because I love this. I'm gonna use the tag of 'teammates lestappen d/s au' for this.

So my thoughts immediately went to you being the Red Bull team dominant? So obviously max is already your submissive.

I think max really feels for Charles, because he knows exactly what it's like to have so much pressure put on him and to feel not good enough and like he's failing. For pretty much his entire racing career, his dad ensured he had dominants who were extremely strict and for whom nothing is ever good enough.

And so when he sees Charles so clearly struggling and he sees how the entire of Ferrari just leaves Charles out to dry and how Charles's dom never takes him out of media days or tries to protect him, he really feels sorry for him because he knows exactly what that feels like.

He tells you about this, because now that max has you he honestly has no idea how he managed to function the way he was being treated before, and he knows Charles is being treated like that now.

He and Charles have always gotten along well, and so Max introduces you to Charles, because he knows you are exactly the type of dominant that Charles needs.

Charles gets along so extremely well with you from the moment he met you, especially because you just provide Charles with so much gentle guidance? He's desperate for any kind of genuine love and care from a dominant, so for him to go out for lunch with you and max and have you order for him and then instruct him to take a drink of his water and call him a good boy? It's everything. It's by far the highlight of his week and his poor heart aches when you leave with max and he knows he has to go back alone and later that day his dominant will come over and punish him for something he didnt even know of.

I think it would actually be max who first tells Charles to leave Ferrari and come to red bull. You had been thinking that of course, but you were trying to come up with a delicate way of suggesting it.

Max, meanwhile, just blurts it out one day. You were having dinner with them at your apartment, Charles and max kneeling and Charles is talking about how Ferrari weren't listening to the feedback he gave them from his hours in the simulator and max just goes 'Just fucking leave already, christian would love to give you a seat. come join us."

Charles is shocked. He kinds just stutters for a moment and then makes up some excuse and practically runs out the door.

You arent too happy with max of course, but he was absolutely correct in what he said.

You have to have a conversation with Charles about it, and in order to make Charles speak to you, you have to get his number from max and actually order him to meet you. You'd normally never do that, but you need him to listen to you.

You tell him that he deserves better than Ferrari, and that you would be so honoured if he joined you and max. Which naturally makes him start crying and he ends up coming home with you that night and scening for the first time with you and max.

(I am obsessed with this, we need to talk more about it)

#teammates lestappen d/s au #sub!charles #sub!max #mv #cl #gn!reader #d/s au

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ashes-writing · 1 year

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stranger things ● the new girl pt 6 ● g.emerson

warnings

angst / friends to lovers / idiots in love, bullying ( it's gross and I do not support it btw) and confrontations also high school drama and some mean girl shit here, mentions of alcohol/w**d and smoking, eventual filth, jealousy (a former friend of reader), rumors..

<- you/reader are the new girl in hawkins. you/reader are female and have female parts + a certain vibe (rich girl / 80's grunge rocker groupie ) as well as nicknames and a petname. this is a self indulgent baby. let me live lmaooo.

word count

3211 exactly. For missing context, see ( part 5 ). All previous parts are linked on their posts going backwards.

summary

-- you're the new girl in Hawkins. gareth is the boy who has caught your eye. but there are obstacles. can they be overcome?

(( ope. we have a cliffhanger maybe. ))

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here if you'd like to be added, please click the bolded. or tell me, i'll add you. if you're on my tags for Eddie/Steve or others, please disregard this lmk if you want me to not tag you in Gareth fics.

@tbmunson bestie.. babes.. babe.. hear me out.. neither of us were expecting this chapter to go down but.. drama? and gareth. I love you omg, you're my inspiration.

@nana90azevedo I'm so glad you liked this. I love his character, tbh. Thank you so much!

@littlestarfighter03

@allelitesmut

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@just-a-blue-nerd

@music4life42

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist ● gareth's masterlist ● about + rules

“ I saw him going into her house late Friday night. And then they left together Saturday morning. Pretty sure she fucked him because she’s been all about him since she started school here.”

Andy’s watching you and Gareth play fight over something across the parking lot. Gareth has you over his shoulder and he’s spinning you. You’re laughing and it’s loud. And when Molly says it, everything comes to a grinding halt. He turns to look at her. “You think they fucked?”

“Pretty sure of it, actually… I thought you’d.. Wanna know.” Molly’s shuffling her feet. Doing her best to look appealing to the stocky jock. Mirroring the way she’s seen you act around Gareth recently. Because she feels like if it worked for you… Maybe it’ll finally work for her. Maybe Andy will finally see her, standing in front of him. Hoping, praying and dying for a chance to be his girl.

“That all? You can go now, Moo.” Andy gives her an annoyed look and waves his hand away from him dismissively. “Go on. Go back to your little losers club.. Oh wait..” he feigns just a seconds worth of a sympathetic cringe, “They turned on you.”

“She caused it. I.. Andy, please?” she’s giving him a begging look and it’s one he finds pathetic. He chuckles. “You really want me, huh?”

“Yes.”

Andy steps closer. Staring down at the shorter girl. “I wouldn’t be with you if you were the last girl on Earth and I didn’t have a choice. You’re gross. Get lost.”

Molly’s shoulder slumps and the tears are stinging in her eyes. And as she rushes away somewhere, probably to cry, Andy turns his attention to you again. “She’d sleep with that, hm? She won’t want him anymore if I show her what a little bitch he is.”

Meanwhile, you’re trying to keep your bag of Doritos away from Gareth. And it was working, but then out of nowhere, he hauls you over his shoulder, in a show of strength that surprises you and turns you on, leaving you wet in seconds. Your breath hangs in your throat and Doritos fly from the open bag, scattering on the gravel. “You made me spill ‘em, Gareth.” you’re pouting as you try to look over his shoulder at him. Gareth is chuckling quietly. Face all red because he normally isn’t like this. But spending the weekend with you established these little… habits. And he knows that it’s Monday, that you’re at school now and maybe you don’t want him to keep at it with the playful way he started treating you, but he just can’t stop himself.

His fingers squeeze at your thighs and he bites back a groan. “You’re the one not sharin ‘em, bunny. You know I like Doritos. C’mon, just give me a few..”

“Fiiiiiine.” the word leaves your mouth in a whimper instead of normally and you want to melt right into the ground when it does. You slide down his body and hold out the bag to him, pretending to pout. “You know you probably left a handprint on my ass.”

Gareth nearly chokes on the chips he’s just reached into the bag to take because out of context.. His face burns even hotter. You step up into him and before you even stop to think that this is school and he might not want you doing it, you slip your arms into the warmth of the jacket he’s wearing over his plaid vest and Hellfire tshirt and you rest your forehead against his collarbone. Gareth’s breath hangs in his throat. And it’s about this time that Eddie, Jeff and Ethan finally see fit to arrive at school.

“It’s so chilly.” you pout up at Gareth when you’re finally not blushing too hard to look him in the eyes. “I didn’t wanna come today, y’know. We could’ve just blown it off and gone to my house.”

“Bunny, you gotta come. It’s school.”

“Unfortunately.” you’re still pouting and Gareth laughs, shaking his head. Eddie meets his gaze over your bent head and he’s rubbing his chin, amusement playing at doe eyes. “You two are cozy.”

“He’s warm. I’m not lettin go.” you answer without glancing back, your voice muffled by the front of Gareth’s plaid vest. Eddie snickers quietly. Looks at Gareth and mouths the question, “Are you really sure you want to die on the hill that she doesn’t like you, Emerson?” as he nods to you and the way you have your face resting against the side of his neck. Gareth gives Eddie a warning look and slips a handful of chips out of your bag, munching on them.

Jeff’s trying so hard to resist the urge to double over laughing because he has… Never seen Gareth this flustered. Nor has he ever seen Gareth attempt flirting in any way,shape or form except the rare stolen glance at his various hallway crushes over the years past. He clears his throat. “Are we interrupting something, man?”

Gareth flips Jeff off, gives him a warning look because he doesn’t want any of this to come to an abrupt end. You grumble about him constantly moving just when you get comfortable again and he laughs. “I told you to go to sleep before midnight.”

“You did.” you pout a little. “But I didn’t wanna.”

Gareth laughs, shaking his head. “Dunno what I’m gonna do with you, bunny.”

You shrug. You almost let it slip that you can think of more than a few things he could do with you but you manage to keep the thought safely in your head.

“What the fuck is he doing, staring over here?” you’ve lifted your head and caught Andy staring at the way you’re melted into Gareth to stay warm in the early morning chill. You scowl, stick out your tongue and raise your middle finger. “Take a picture, dipshit. It’ll last longer.”

But then you realize that it’s not just Andy staring. Because now Molly’s new little friends are all looking right at the two of you. And she gives you this hurt and angry look and you roll your eyes.

–

“She’s a slut, I’m telling you. When she’s done with Gareth, she’ll sleep with your boyfriends too. That’s totally why she moved here in the first place. I mean, she said it was just because she had to, but it was because everyone at her old school hated her.” Molly’s telling Anna, one of the popular girls who’s actually nice to her on occasion.

And it’s not true and Molly knows what she’s saying isn’t true.. But she doesn’t care. She’s just that jealous. That tired of everybody else getting everything she wants. Tired of being a target for endless teasing, everything from her weight to her sister dropping out at 16 because she got pregnant.

“Did she say she wanted to sleep with Chance?”

“She’s not gonna announce it, Anna, be smart.” Molly rolls her eyes. “She’ll just do it.”

Anna’s watching the two of you across the parking lot and she wrinkles her nose in disgust. “It’s just.. That’s gross? Who the fuck sleeps with Gareth Emerson, ew?”

“Poor guy is going to be crushed when she gets tired of him and leaves him. How do we know that she didn’t hook up with Andy when she first moved here, get tired of him and now she’s so mean to him..” Molly knows what she’s doing could backfire on her in a big way, but she’s got the attention of two of the three most popular girls in school.

Chrissy rolls her eyes. “How do we know it’s not just Andy being gross though? Because he is and we all know it.” and her gaze lingers on Molly thoughtfully. She’s sort of sensing what Molly is up to, after all, Molly’s exactly the kind of girl who will do anything to get what she wants. Including make up a lie.

,, she did this once already when we were kids.” the thought comes and as Molly’s saying more and more, Chrissy speaks up. “Why do any of us care about any of this again? I mean… if Chance sleeps with her, that’s on him.”

“But I don’t want him to sleep with her before I give it up.”

“If you were going to lose him, Anna..” and Chrissy is not getting a good feeling at all. Because Anna’s the one who always overreacts when she panics and Molly’s using it to her advantage, if she wasn’t sure about it ten minutes ago when Molly started telling them all this for no reason and with little to no context behind it, she’s sure about that now because of the warning glare Molly gives her when she speaks up and attempts to assert a little reason and common sense into the situation.

“I don’t wanna risk it. I’m gonna talk to her.”

Anna starts to walk towards where you stand with Gareth and his friends, as well as the three girls you’re always with.

“___, I need to talk to you.”

You raise a brow but you step away from Gareth, following Anna over to the picnic tables.

“Molly told me about you. If you think I’m gonna let a little slut like you sleep with my boyfriend… My ticket out of Hawkins at the end of the year.. You’re wrong and stupid.” Anna’s words have you laughing. Until you happen to see that she’s dead serious and then you look over at where Molly’s standing and your stomach sinks.

You know what she’s up to.

You rub the bridge of your nose. “What’d she tell you, Anna?”

Anna tells you exactly what Molly said and your fist clenches. “The hell is her problem?” you shake your head. “I don’t want Chance. Or any of those idiots, okay? Molly told you that to start something. Because she’s pissed. Andy won’t give her a backwards glance unless he’s being insulting or a total dick.”

“So you didn’t sleep with Andy?”

You nearly choke. “Huh?”

“She said that she thinks you slept with Andy when you first moved to Hawkins. But then you got bored and now you’re being mean.”

“Absolutely not. I’d light myself on fire if I had to choose between Andy and death.” you shake your head. Your stomach is churning and with a threat of a repeat of your old school and the bullshit you went through there hanging over your head, you shake your head and laugh bitterly. “I should’ve known not to say anything about the damn rumors.”

“Just leave Chance alone.” “I don’t fucking want him. Are you fucking blind? Do you not see me attempting to be with somebody?”

Anna gapes at you. “You.. you actually want that freak?”

“He’s not a freak. And yes. Yes I do.” you admit, going quiet. “I want him. Like.. I think I might be in love with him.” and you’re feeling worse now because you just have a feeling.. Everything is gonna end up like it was at your old school. And by the time the rumor mill puts in it’s days work, Gareth’s not even going to be able to look at you without being totally disgusted, assuming every wild and crazy thing that gets said is true.

Because that’s how it always goes.

What you don’t realize is that Anna’s not the only one who heard your little confession.. Or any of the other things Anna asked you about. Or your answers.

–

Gareth is frozen, rooted in place. And he’s listening intently, getting angrier and angrier on your behalf with everything Anna seems to be accusing you of. But when she asks you if you really want him, he’s tempted to walk away. Because he feels like he’s better off not knowing the answer, he doesn’t want to hear you laugh.

But he can’t walk away.

When he hears you answer her question, it’s like everything going on around him disappears. His brain is frantically trying to process what he’s just heard you say out of your own mouth. And even hearing you say it doesn’t stop those pesky pessimistic little voices from taunting him that you have to be lying, maybe you don’t want to tell the truth because there’s the risk that he’ll find out.

This could be a long con, after all.

And he could’ve gone on believing it until you tell Anna totally unprompted that you think you might love him.

“Fuck.” the word slips out quietly and his hand settles against thick curls as he takes a very shaky next breath. Anna’s walking away now and you slip off the top of the picnic table, glaring at where Molly stands in anger.

Your fist clenches and unclenches.

Gareth is still making an attempt to process what he’s just heard you say so when you rush past him heading straight for Molly’s direction, he doesn’t try to stop you.

“Oh shit.”

“Okay, I think we need to get over there.”

“Or.. hear me out.. We could let ____ kick Molly’s ass. We could let her learn a lesson this once.”

“What lesson, Adi? That she can’t be an ugly person on the inside and the outside? She needs to pick a battle?” Edith asks.

“Edie, that was mean. And she’s not ugly, no one is. She just has a really nasty attitude.” Maria and Adeline say it in unison.

“She’s a bitch. Remember when she pulled this shit in second grade and got Chrissy in trouble? Because Chrissy was nice enough to invite her to her birthday party but then every time she tried to include her, Molly was just mean about it? Yeah, she deserves every single second of this.” Edith points out calmly.

Molly turns around and spots you, smirking. “Speak of the devil.”

You shove her back as soon as you’re within reach. “Go on, Molly. Tell everybody all at once. Right now. Let’s get this over with. Let’s settle your problem.” you’re shoving her again because you’re furious… and hurt. Because you told them about the rumors in the first place because you thought you finally had friends you could trust.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Lying bitch.” you’re going for your earrings. “Come on, Molly. Tell everybody else what you told Anna. Like you think it’ll fucking bother me.”

“Ladies! In my office, Right now.” Principal Coleman calls out as soon as he spots the brewing confrontation. Molly shoves you back and she’s glaring at you. “I hate you.”

“You’re a bitch.” you shove her back. She raises her hand to slap you and you catch her wrist in your hand.

“Now, ladies.” Principal Coleman’s patience is wearing thin, you can hear it in the man’s voice. You turn and walk away, shoving through everyone to walk into the building. And you’re at least eighty five percent sure that the second you’re done in his office, you’re going home.

Because you’re not going to sit around and let it happen again. And you’re really not interested in spending an entire day fighting, either.

–

“Gareth? You okay, dude? What the fuck happened?”

Gareth rubs his hand over his face. “Shit.”

“What?”

“We need context, man.” Jeff speaks up.

“She..I.. There’s no way. She told Anna she thinks she loves me. I need a fucking minute, guys..” Gareth finally grumbles.

You shove past everyone and disappear into the building and Gareth takes off after you because now that it’s all sinking in for him, he’s well aware that you’re probably already assuming the absolute worst outcome. Because you’re similar to him when it comes to that.

–

Class has already started by the time Principal Coleman finally gets to the bottom of what happened outside. And you’re just glad the hallways are empty and you don’t have to look anybody in the eye. You can just slip out quietly.

And you do. Fuming and wiping away tears as you make your way back to your parents house. Because you’re angry and hurt, all in one.

The thing that bothers you the most in all this is that you were finally starting to feel happy. You were working up the nerve to write Gareth a letter and slip it in his locker. You were this close to having friends..

“And now I know why I don’t trust anybody. It’s my own fault, I never should’ve told them anything in the first place.” you shake your head as you step into your parents house and toss your backpack at the floor, bending down to toe off your shoes.

–

Gareth hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what he overheard you tell Anna that morning for the whole day. And lunch rolls around. He’s waiting outside the classroom for you to come out because he’s slowly working up the nerve to bring it up. To tell you he heard what you said. To tell you he feels the same.

The door opens and Edith walks past. When she spots him leaned against the wall and waiting like usual, she doubles back. “Do you know where ___ went? I haven’t seen her since this morning..”

“Wait.. she wasn’t in class? Shit.” Gareth rubs his hand over his face and takes a deep breath or two. “She probably left.”

“Why? Molly’s a lying bitch and everybody knows it now because me and that cheerleader, Chrissy? Yeah, her.. We told everybody the whole story in homeroom. Because Molly needs to learn to keep her fucking mouth shut. The girls got so mean she left crying, dude..”

Gareth grimaces. “Yeah, but so did ___.”

Edith rubs her face. “Probably because she thinks we’re all gonna believe the bullshit, man. Because she pretends she’s tough and everything, she really isn’t.”

“I know.” Gareth answers, dragging a hand over the back of his head. “I’m going over there.”

“After school. Give her time to calm down a little.” Edith gives him a grateful look. “I’m gonna get Adeline and Maria, we’ll go call from the payphone. Because if she thinks for one second she’s going to ditch us to deal with the assholes in this place, she’s wrong. I’m going to give her a piece of my mind.”

Gareth laughs. “Yeah.. do that.”

“Hurt her, Emerson, I’m breaking your knee caps.” Edith calls out to him before walking away, rushing down the hall to catch up to Maria and Adeline, your other friends.

“Your girl left, man. She slipped out after she left Coleman’s office. I was gonna stop her but she looked pretty pissed.” Eddie speaks up from beside him. Gareth nods. “Don’t blame her.”

“You should probably go.”

“I’m going. I’m going after school though because I think she needs space… And I’m still wrapping my head around.. You know..”

“Don’t be a pussy, Emerson. Go.”

Gareth mulls it over. Eddie speaks up. “I’ll stall the meeting this afternoon,dude.”

“But we literally just told Wheeler and Henderson we weren’t postponing for that Sinclair kid.”

“And we’re not postponing. We’re just starting a little later.” Eddie shrugs. “Go already.”

“I’m going.” Gareth takes off for the doors at the end of the hall that lead out to the parking lot.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson imagines #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x fem!rich girl reader #gareth emerson x yn #my writing ● gareth emerson #<-warnings | bullying / confrontations and mean girl behavior ● friends to lovers / affectionate and heavy PDA ● see above #<-warning | female reader ( clothes/hair/outfits + personality #<- use of a nickname/petname ie.. bunny #fandom (stranger things) ● season ( 4 - total au ) ● character ( gareth emerson )#-- listen this chapter came out in a way i was not prepared for.#-- and it's a cliffhanger. because now i need to figure out what i wanna do next.

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oldfashionedmorphine · 10 months

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If you’re seeing this first and haven’t caught up with chapter 16 cause you follow me DON’T LOOK YET!! (there will be a link at the end of the chapter if you aren’t caught up yet, so don’t worry 😉)

And if you don’t currently read my byler fic I’m a Wreck (Without You Here) …why not start? Give it a try, I might just make you cry ;)

Below the cut is a small POV of Will talking to Dustin :D

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I’m kidding, I’m kidding!!

I just couldn’t help myself. I saw an opportunity and took it 🤣

Here you go! <3

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Will catches Dustin’s eye in the rearview mirror. They shared a similar silent reaction to Mike cutting off the music. And again less than a minute later when he practically jumped out the car, because Will barely had put it into park. And by the time they both step out of the car, Mike was almost halfway across the street. But they don’t race to catch up with him, they linger behind, taking off their suit jackets and placing them in the car.

Dustin tilts his head slightly, then glances at Will. “Does he seem a little off to you?”

Good question.

They both watch as Mike slips from their view when he enters the bar.

“A little...”

Should he be worried? Will was only just getting to know Mike again. Overall he mostly seemed like an older version of the guy he used to know once upon a time. But there were almost fifteen years of bitterness that had kept them apart, so Will would be kidding himself if he really thought he knew him well enough to know better. It actually made him mad—mad because it was his own damn fault for becoming such a stranger to Mike. And Dustin wasn’t exactly wrong, Mike was acting a little off today. He started to notice it right after the burial service at the reception, but he brushed it off because it also made total sense to him—his sister had died and they literally just buried her. How else is he supposed to act? If it had been Jonathan, Will imagines he wouldn’t be acting much different at all. What Mike needs is time—time to process the loss. He’s bound to act a little ‘off’. Right?

“‘Course I don’t exactly know what else to expect from him…I mean, I’d probably be a little off too if Jonathan had died—maybe even more than a little off, actually.”

They both finally start walking towards the bar.

“True...I suppose…it was just a weird vibe I got.”

“Weird vibe how?” Will asks.

“Not sure. He seemed…I don’t even know—I’m not exactly best friends with him anymore—”

“And I am?”

“Hey, from my perspective, you two seemed all patched up and act like you’ve been friends this whole damn time—also another vibe I’ve been getting, by the way—I only meant that you’ve spent way more time with him the past few days compared to me, so I was curious about your opinion.”

After crossing the street Will stops walking, then Dustin stops too. “Well, l don’t have much else to compare it to…he’s still Mike, he’s…I don’t know what I’m saying—what I mean to say is, it’s been a long time. And what I do know, I could fit in the palm of my hand compared to what he’s lived through without me for almost fifteen years. I’m sure he could say the same. And maybe what seems off to us is normal for him. Either way, if I were in his shoes—if it had been Jonathan—I’d probably be acting no different than him.”

Why did that sound like a bunch of excuses? Because it was the truth. Will didn’t know everything. Which again stirs up an unpleasant feeling in his chest.

“Right…you’re right,” he sighs, “but I’m glad you both are friends again.”

“Yeah, me too…I really missed him—way more than I wanted to ever admit,” Will laughs. “But don’t tell him that though—it’ll go straight to his head.”

Dustin mimics the turning of an imaginary key over his mouth, then pretends to throw it over his shoulder.

Will uses the opportunity to change the subject as they start to inch closer to the door. “So…you ready to sing?” And then he reaches for the handle.

He groans. “Would saying ‘no’ would change my fate?”

“Nope…” Will opens the door, allowing Dustin to enter first before following him in. “It wouldn’t…you’re doomed.”

#another rare Will POV #sorry not even remotely sorry #iawwyh

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hiii monica!!! hope your day is going great :)) i have so many thoughts and feelings about lt and mohkday, i thought it'd be better to tell you than make a post of my own (i feel like most of these things have been said already, but just so i can get em off my mind) hope it's not too much :D - just so much of how the plot being what drives their relationship forward than tropes. we got the 'sharing a bed' and for what! in the end, it dint act as a catalyst in any way. rather, it's the casual intimacy, of day feeling what mohk is wearing, remembering his scent and being able to recognize his touch that invokes the flutters. all of which are basically essential considering day has to rely on his other senses to be able to single out mohk from a crowd. and yet. it's how the touches start to linger, as they gain new meanings. as they begin testing the waters. all while mohk has the most smitten smile (that day doesn't see). - it's their little spontaneous outings, and mohk only selecting the most perfect spots, so day can make the best out of them with his other senses, where his deteriorating vision only feels like a mild inconvenience. a flower market (touch and scent), a bridge with a prominent railing (day can feel his way along), rooftop (you can probably feel the breeze in your face, and it's totally empty, perfect to clear your mind after a rough night). - mohk planting jasmine in HIS house, and bringing the book home to practice??? how do you even come up with the second one? day's reactions when he found out!!! lmao he never stood a chance. (also giggling, kicking his feet, twirling hair day is asdajkdhjf, every expression is. i am.) - the goldfish slippers. if day's at home, he's cozy in them and it's simply the most endearing thing (day is, who am i kidding) - anywhere day has to be and he's pondering out loud, basically about to wave it off with some or the other excuse, 'it's a hassle anyway', mohk will catch on immediately. 'what are you waiting for? i'm here to take you' something about that is just. i know you want to do this and i'm not going to let petty things hold you back - their story develops from their natural day to day interactions. but it's so immersive. seeing mundane gestures gaining magnitude as feelings come to light. someone needs to write a 50k fic is all i'm saying. - the intimacy thing? god where do i even begin. to the bed scene with them covering each other's ears, i saw someone comment 'hope day's walls are thicker' and i haven't been fine since. and if you remember, one of your tags, i guess around the ep 3 dressing room mark, you said something like 'they're gonna touch one naked shoulder and have to go lie in the grass to calm down' and i know the vibe bw those two statements are wildly different but i haven't been able to get it out of my mind. you hit the nail, because it's exactly what's going to happen. it's just SO them. and that's SO. that extent of treasuring one another, the adoration, the pure raw emotion behind finding people in life, that you want to keep forever. it's the finding someone who sees you differently from everyone else, who never takes you for granted, who is elated to be in your company every single time. who above all, makes you feel safe. - everything about them is so. for lack of better words, natural. like second nature. like falling into place. you're so right. they invented romance. and i think no one could've captured it better than jimmysea, cause no one does gentle, comforting, homely like them. but that's just me. -Skate

HIII SKATE HIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!

first of all, im both very honored and very grateful that you wanted to share your last twilight thoughts with me!!!!! i do also want to encourage you to post about them if you're comfortable with it because i think fandoms need as many voices that can bring their own uniqueness to it as possible (what you want to say has already been said? maybe, but no one else can tell it quite in the same way that you would), but if you don't feel like it that's perfectly fine and im more than happy to (hopefully) provide a safe space for you and your thoughts!!!!!!

AND SPEAKING OF YOUR THOUGHTS!!!!!!!! i absolutely agree with you about tropes in last twilight not being used to further mork and day’s relationship. we still have a few of them (the 'there was only one bed' like you said, the 'trip and fall into you', the 'wipe the corner of your mouth') but they blend into the narrative almost seamlessly: they're not the focus of a scene and the flaw of the story doesn't stagnate around them by lingering on how the characters react to the trope. rather, they're used to either give the audience a subtle clue about what those characters are feeling or give more weight to a scene. the simple fact that mork and day are gonna sleep in the same bed carries in itself a certain kind of tension because the viewers recognize the trope and with that recognition come a whole series of expectations which p’aof then proceeds to subvert. if it were any other show, we would have probably had mork offering to sleep on the floor only for day to say it was okay for mork to sleep in the bed as long as he kept his hands for himself, and still they would have somehow ended up cuddling. but the trope is only a set up. p’aof refuses to use it as a plot device and lets his characters build intimacy in a different and much more genuine way: it’s mork giving day the thinner blanket so he won’t be hot and day recognizing mork’s scent on it, it’s mork having a bowl of water and jasmine flowers at the ready to help day relax, it’s day offering mork one of the flowers to smell and getting flustered at the feeling of mork’s breath brushing his fingers…….. it’s just so refreshing to have, on one hand, tropes being used as the framework rather than as the subject of a scene, and on the other, intimacy naturally developing from day to day interactions (again, like you said) without having to rely on said tropes

last twilight is also the proof that you don’t need an intricate plot to make a show interesting: even the most mundane acts like eating a meal or cleaning a fish tank or smelling a flower can gain magnitude and keep the viewers attached to the screen if the director knows what they’re trying to tell. and while i do want jimmysea to explore and be able to portray different genres, i do think this type of story is where they truly thrive. one of the major complaints i still see about vice versa is that the fantasy aspect of the story is put in the background to favor puen and talay making movies with friend credits instead, but to me that’s actually the strength of the show, because, to quote you, “no one does gentle, comforting, homely like them (jimmysea)”. AND GOD DO I AGREE WITH YOU ON THIS. the mundanity of everyday life is often seen as boring but it’s in that quietness that their chemistry shines, giving us one of the most natural and soft kind of intimacy i’ve ever seen portrayed in television. that’s why i would love to see an intimate scene between mork and day but i also pray that we never going to get it because YEAH I REMEMBER THOSE TAGS I WROTE AND I STAND BY THEM. the kind of intimacy jimmysea can bring to the table paired with the intensity that p’aof can put on screen and the depth of emotions that mork and day feel for each other (the vulnerability the understanding the acknowledgment the recognition the seeing the wanting the care the love)??????? I WOULD STRAIGHT UP DIE

ALSO I WOULD SPEND HOURS TALKING ABOUT HOW MORK FELL FIRST AND HARDER AND IS NOW SO LOST IN THE SAUCE HE’S BASICALLY DROWNING IN IT BUT I WOULD PROBABLY END UP GETTING INVOLUNTARY COMMITTED BY THE END OF IT SO IM JUST GONNA POST THIS

IT'S THE WAY MORK IS SO ATTENTIVE WHEN IT COMES TO DAY AND YEAH HIS LOVE LANGUAGE IN GENERAL IS ACTS OF SERVICE BUT BOY SURE TOOK IT TO A WHOLE OTHER LEVEL. from remembering what day said one time about people reading to him not feeling right and making sure to practice so it would feel more natural, to planting jasmine in his garden to make day feel at home if he ever visited, to finding ways to help day be more independent and places that day can still enjoy through his other senses, mork has already been saying i love you to day in everything he does for him AND I JUST. IM SIMPLY SO NORMAL ABOUT IT. TRULY

#im severely sleep deprived so gotta be honest. im not sure what came out ;;;;;;#but i really wanted to answer you before the new episode tomorrow!!!!#also i hope that first part doesn't make it sound like im not happy to get your thoughts because I AM I REALLY REALLY AM!!!!!!!!!!#i just want you to know that you write so beautifully and i agree with everything you said so much!!!!!#i would gladly like reblog and give all the notes to your posts!!!!!!#ANYWAY. thank you so so much for this!!!!! it was a wonderful read and i loved every second of it!!!!! 💜💜💜#last twilight the series #morkday #m: ask #(i will never get used to write 'mhok' im sorry ;;;;;;;;)

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canadiansummer · 1 year

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Pairing: Dmitri Antonov x Reader / Enzo x Reader Summary: What it says on the tin. Warnings: Mild angst for some questions and some really mild suggestiveness. It’s pretty chill for the most part. Note: Gender neutral reader, or at least gender’s not emphasized. I’m also trying out a new formatting style that I picked up on another blog of mine that I like, but anyway. I wanted to put something out since I’m swamped in coursework and I’ve been meaning to get back to my long-fic on here. I’m pretty sure these lists have been done before, but I have my own headcanons so why not. Of course, these are my opinions so your milage may vary. I also altered some questions since I didn’t like/vibe with them. This can also be taken as a reader-insert, though sometimes I use ‘you’ in a non-specific way. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! The spicer version will be up in a day or so!

18+ version (coming soon.)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

He’s more affectionate than his first impressions might make him seem. Early into knowing him, he might be a little distant physically, but eventually he might get more comfortable with showing affection. In a platonic sense, he tends to go for quick pats–a hand on a shoulder as he passes, throwing his arm around a shoulder if he’s feeling playful, a reassuring squeeze on your shoulder if he’s trying to be comforting. In a romantic sense, he can be pretty affectionate. Especially in private. Pulling you in for a kiss by a piece of clothing, hugs, lingering touches and caresses. Though, regardless, he’s a little awkward about PDA and is more reserved on that front.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

Loyal, a kind of ride-or-die type of person. Dmitri’s lost a lot of friends and family over the years for various reasons, and his parents both had hard upbringings and lost a lot of people. While he isn’t exactly icy about it, letting someone in close to him is hard for him at points. So, if you end up in a ‘best friend’ situation, Dmitri has definitely opened up to you and trusts you deeply. While he’s not prone to coddling or is the best shoulder to cry on at points, he’s a very solid friend and he’s there for you in ways that matter.

As for how that friendship would start, it would start kind of slow unless a situation makes that unlikely. He’s kind of charming, witty in a pretty dry sort of way, and can hold a conversation decently enough. Dmitri isn’t bad company, but he’d end up being the type of person you’d see and talk to every once and a while. That is, until you manage to catch him in a moment of free and stress-free time and once he realizes he likes your company too, he’d start to go out of his way to interact and things would progress from there.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

As much as he’d struggle to admit it, yeah. It kind of ties into how he is with affection, so he’d be more prone to do so in private. Having your weight at his side while sitting beside you or you leaning back into him can be comforting for him. He doesn’t really acknowledge it or even fully grasp the feeling for what it is, but solitude is something he’s become very numb to. So, it is often a nice reminder of how nice it can be to have someone he can actually be like that with.

As for how, it depends. If it’s upright, he’ll rest his arm over your shoulders or upper back and likes it when you lean your head on his shoulder. Dmitri’s got restless hands, though, so he might end up playing with bits of your clothing (strings, zippers, ect) or hair as he does so. Laying down/sleeping he tends to prefer to be the big spoon, starting out with an arm wrapped around your middle and legs tangled with your own so your back is pressed against his chest. Though, once he’s fallen asleep, he either ends up rolling onto his back or just kind of slings an arm over your middle.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? What would that look like?)

Yes, in the long run. Though, he wouldn’t fully know what that would look like. All he knows is that he’d like to be doing a different profession and be able to be more involved with his son, otherwise a lot of it would end up being compromises with you. While he certainly wants/needs money, it’s mostly so he can leave (be that the life he currently lives or his home country in general) but in the long run he just wants to live somewhere calm (and preferably where the government isn’t watching your every move, but y’know.)

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Face-to-face. If it comes to a point where things are unsalvageable, he’s definitely made that known beforehand and has tried to fix things. He’d end up hating himself if he broke things off over the phone or something, as painful the process would be in person.

F = Fights (What are arguments like with them? How do they resolve disagreements/fights? What are some things they would have a hard time forgiving?)

Dmitri’s temper is pretty slow-building–if anything, he seems pretty calm if not a little biting and it can be a surprise if he gets physical. He definitely has had his moments, though with loved ones he tries to avoid physical confrontations and has tried to break people apart if he senses that fists might be swung between family/friends. If you were to get into an argument with him, Dmitri kind of closes off. Tight expression and body language, clipped answers, bitter sarcasm before trying to distance himself or physically leave for a while if he’s able.

As for resolving issues, if it’s something he is solely at blame for, he’ll try to approach it and talk about things when tensions aren’t running so high. If it’s something you’re both at fault for, it can be a little more difficult to navigate but in the end he just wants it resolved because the stress will get to him after a while. If left alone for too long, it’ll shift into bitterness and/or resentment and he doesn’t want that.

In regards to what he finds unforgivable, that can be a bit of a gray area. He’s done his fair share of morally questionable/objectionable things in his life, and he would be way too aware how hypocritical it would be of him to get on a high horse about some things. Yet, he has lines he doesn’t want crossed. Harm to him or his family is pretty major, he won’t stay in a relationship with someone who’s cheated on him, etc. His forgiveness could be earned in some situations, but others he would struggle to let go of.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

This can be another sort of gray area, given his (former) profession but one-on-one he’s more gentle than you think. He won’t really treat anybody like they’re made of glass, but he has his moments of genuine tenderness both physically and emotionally. Yet, it can depend on the situation. If it’s clear you’re under some sort of emotional distress, he’s not going to go out of his way to make that worse and he’ll try to be as gentle as he can be. That can be echoed physically, too, unless the situation doesn’t allow him the time.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

(I’m going to sound like a broken record but–) It depends. Sudden hugs from strangers or aquaintances that he doesn’t know well, he wouldn’t be a huge fan of being hugged by them. Though, with people he’s close to, he actually doesn’t mind them and will usually return them. In a platonic sense, he doesn’t mind a quick one in greeting, but if you’re in a deeper relationship with him then him initiating them might be a little more common.

In general, his hugs are tight. Not rib crushing, but enough to not make you feel like he’s waiting for it to end. Gives your shoulder(s) a shake when he parts if it’s a particularly excited one. If you’re seeking comfort from him, he’ll hold you closer to him, a hand on the back of your head or just wrapped around your shoulders. If he’s seeking comfort from you, Dmitri acts more reluctant and almost embarrassed he’s putting you in that situation, but he’ll relax almost as soon as you return the embrace and hold you tight. Probably doesn’t say anything for a good while.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes him a while. Dmitri married quickly before he really understood if he actually loved his wife at the time or not, and he’s not too inclined to repeat that. So, once he ends up saying it, he means it and it’s probably after a good while into your relationship.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

His jealousy is a lot like his anger, though he’s not prone to jealousy too often. However, he definitely has his moments. It’s not to point where he’d lash out or try to ruin anything, but he gets quiet and closed off. He doesn’t say much if you interact with him and he can get pretty agitated when he can’t leave the situation. Eventually it fades and he’ll shake it off as him being childish, but from time to time he might get a little peeved or, if you’re in a private and more intimate relationship, he might make it hard for you to pay attention to anybody other than him for a bit…

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Firm, confident. He cups the sides of your face/head while he does so, especially if it’s just a quick one. Sensual ones are slower, more drawn out and he likes to pull/hold you close to him. He tends to go for your lips, naturally, but he enjoys kissing your neck and will kiss the back of your shoulders, shoulder blades, or along the spine if your back is to him. On him, Dmitri really likes to be kissed along the jaw, below his ear or down his neck. If you want his attention, that’s a good way to get it. Sometimes, he doesn’t mind being kissed on the chest, palm/hand, or shoulders.

L = Little ones (How are they around children? Would they want one(s) of their own?)

He’s pretty decent around children, and younger children he entertains pretty easily enough. Dmitri enjoys it in short-term interactions, but he wouldn’t exactly want to run a daycare out of his home. Given his experience with Mikhail, he’s at least somewhat familiar with being around a child and is more relaxed than he was in the first month or so after his son’s birth. Older children/teenagers is where he struggles, though, and feels intimidated from time to time (and would rather take that admission to his grave.)

As for wanting more of his own, Dmitri’s pretty happy with Mikhail. Given him having to leave him behind while he fled to America, he would be too focused on getting him to safety to really think about having another. When things are settled, though? Maybe!

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them? What is it like to wake up with them?)

Dmitri’s an early riser, it’s rare that you wake up and he’s not already awake or starting to wake up. If there’s nothing to do, he might stay in bed with you, even if he doesn’t fully fall back asleep. However, if there’s something to be done, he can get a little too restless to just lay around for too long. Catch him in the right moment, though, he’ll probably be open to cuddle in bed for a while before he has to shower and get up fully. Mornings can be particularly restless, so he can be a little hard to convince to lay around for a bit.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them? What is it like falling asleep with them?)

Usually it’s relaxed dinners (unless the situation says otherwise) and he’s more likely to spend more quality time with you at night. Unless he’s just exhausted, but even then he might hold out until he can pull you to bed with him. Pillow talk is pretty common and he takes the time to catch up with you or gets pulled into a prolonged conversation. As the night drags on, he gets more cuddly and kind of space-y, and loses his train of thought pretty often once he gets tired enough. At that point, he probably just pulls you into him and mutters his goodnight, leaving you to drift off or listen to his breathing even out.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

It takes a while for Dmitri to really open up about himself, and most of the time you get to know him in bits and pieces. He picked that up from his family, considering even as an adult he still doesn’t know a ton about his parents or his family line, even though I headcanon that both are still alive. However, it’s definitely a sign of trust if he starts talking about himself at length, especially if he dips into childhood, his time in the military, etc. He’s more prone to listen to other people’s stories than he is to share his own. So, it takes a while before you hear more personal details about him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

While he doesn’t exactly have the patience of a saint, he is not all that quick to anger. He’s learned how to act that way, but in reality it takes a genuine effort to actually piss him off. There are a few buttons he doesn’t like pushed, but it can be hard to move him from scoffs and sarcasm to his quiet anger.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Dmitri’s a details guy, but he’s not exactly a walking encyclopedia of knowledge on the people he knows in his life. He definitely remembers the important stuff, the deeper conversations, but sometimes he may forget something in passing or get a detail about it wrong. However, he does remember an impressive amount of details about certain people, memories, etc.

R = Romance (How romantic are they naturally? Is it part of their personality or do they have to try? Do they have any specific love languages?)

Dmitri’s not exactly a born romantic, but he’s certainly charismatic enough and he definitely puts some thought into any romantic gestures. He’s primarily a ‘physical touch’ person when it comes to love language, which does clash with both a sort of insecurity in him about that along with a bit of a cultural thing that he picked up from his mother and father. From time to time, you may know he’s actively trying to be romantic, but other times it might just happen as he goes.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s pretty protective, though not exactly overbearing. If it’s clear that you’ve got yourself in a situation that could turn sour or dangerous, he isn’t likely to just stand back and watch. More often than not, he’ll try to get between you and another person/group, but he’s also willing to back you up if you need him to. As for how he wants to be protected, he doesn’t really want to be in any specific way. He’s very appreciative of support and assistance if he needs it, but he’s a little too headstrong in a certain way to let himself hide behind you or anybody else.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Dmitri definitely tries to put effort into the things he does, especially if he’s doing them for you. His dates are usually thought out unless it’s just a casual night out, and he definitely carries over the same energy for anniversaries. Any gifts he gives tend to be more on the practical side over flashy/showy. Not only does he enjoy knowing that you’d get continued use out of a gift, he’s also used to those types of gifts from his upbringing and he’s found the value in them. If he gifts you something, it’s guaranteed he’s thought about it beforehand.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Well, his smoking is gonna catch up to him in his later years if it hasn’t already. If we’re talking personality or lifestyle habits, Dmitri can oversell his confidence in a situation and it can lead to poor judgment of character or missing red flags that he always kicks himself over in hindsight. He can be overly biting in his remarks if he’s angry and can be a little rough with his teasing/sarcasm, which is usually him not feeling the room or situation before speaking.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Not overly so? He does groom himself and takes care of his appearance to an extent, but there were plenty of points in his life where he couldn’t really afford to put much thought into his appearance. Plus, he’s worked mostly in places where he’s wearing a uniform, so he’s not really cared too much about clothing style and hasn’t explored much until he has the time and freedom to do so. However, he does maintain his facial hair and his hair in general.

W = Wedding (Would they pop the question first? How do they feel about marriage?)

Yes, possibly. Again, if he’s even thinking along those lines, he’s probably been in a relationship for a good while and is sure where he stands with his feelings. Though, you could take him off guard and ask first if you wanted, but with his experience in jumping too soon into a marriage he might be put on the spot. Dmitri is not bitter about the prospect of marriage, and while he’s lived for a while with the idea that he might not end up married again, it hasn’t left him cynical all that much. Of course, his previous relationship has complications, but if the feelings are there then he may be open to getting married again.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

All the books Dmitri got smuggled in that are in English are written all over by him–seemingly disjointed notes in Cyrillic in the margins, underlined and circled words in the text, etc. This is because he used them a lot when teaching himself English, as finding someone to speak it with was a challenge most of the time. It took him a lot of time and patience to get his fluency to where it is.

So, all of this to say, if you wanted to learn how to speak his native language, expect writing to feature pretty heavily. Though, he’d be a patient teacher.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Dmitri isn’t prone to staying in overly toxic relationships–if there’s more fighting than he can handle, he won’t stay and will break it off. He values confrontation and airing issues so they can be settled, but if nothing changes, he just figures he’s not a good match. Given the tension he’d experience in America during this time period, hostility and suspicion doesn’t get you far with him. Jealousy can be a hit or miss, as he can understand it to a degree, but it might eventually bleed into the first bit about fighting and incompatibility.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?)

If given the choice, Dmitri tends to settle into sleeping on his stomach, pillow over his head or his arm curled under it. If it’s comfortable for you, he doesn’t mind you using his back or shoulders as a pillow or you resting against him in that position. He can be a light sleeper sometimes, but the closeness can be comforting to him sometimes.

#dmitri antonov x reader #enzo x reader

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keylovesstuff · 3 months

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Hiii Everyone!!!

I've been around for years now and have never introduced myself. mainly cause I just choose to vibe and enjoy the posts people share, but first time for everything. You can just call me Key, I'm 24 and I go by she/her. I enjoy a variety of stuff from manwha, manga, anime, video game franchises, and just a bunch of other animated media you name its probably buried down in my blog somewhere. Every now and then I get motivation to create fanfiction. I have only written works the Dragonball and Super Mario fandom All my works are under the "Keep Reading". My DMs and askbox here is always open if you ever want to chat I apologize in advance if I come across as a bit awkward (socializing is not a strong suit of mine) or if it takes me a minute to reply (adulting and hobbies am I right?), otherwise I'm a pretty chill person. Thats about it!

One of these days I really want to change my Penname...But I've had it for years now and I'm way too attached to it lmao.

Super Mario Fics: So a lot of these are Princess Peach centric and I'm just crafting up an origin story and some other events following the 2023 film. The links take you to the tumblr post but I have included the AO3 and FFN (for reading preferences) links either in the original post itself or in the case of my earlier stuff in the reblogs.

Lost And Found

A Learning Opportunity (2 chapters on both AO3 and FFN. They are both on the same post here)

Thoughts Over Tea

Aftermath

Finding The Balance

Little Events (currently 3 chapters)

Chapter 1: The Dark

Chapter 2: A Decision

Chapter 3: The Coronation

Dragonball Fics: The first fandom I have ever written for (and by penname you could probably tell what I read mostly) I have only shared them on FFN and AO3 until now. I was just starting to write fanfiction with the first two so they might be kinda cringe I guess but that's 16 year old me for you haha. gonna embrace the cringe by sharing it on here anyways.

Tournament Day

The Prince Before The Day ( I am never gonna finish that one or go back to it lol)

Bulla's Easter Day

Even when I started making fics I'm still not sure what goes through my mind when it comes to the title or chapter titles its literally the first thing that comes to mind and nothing after that but we will get it one day for sure.

Here's Some WIPs (that's both written and not) you guys can look forward too from me. I'll remove them and add them under the appropriate fic tags once I post them:

Uncle Yamcha fic: It is currently three chapters. The first one is him and Trunks, second is Marron, and the third one is Bra/Bulla. I really want to think of one for him and Goten but nothing has come to my mind. I just think he's more close to Krillin and Bulma where he'd interact more with their kids and I can't think of a scenario for him and Goten or what they would even talk about but maybe something will come. (I've currently sent this off to my Beta for review but lemme know if you guys want to see the un-beta'd version I have on here cause I'm really forward to sharing it)

Untitled EOZ fic following after Goku leaves the Tournament grounds to train Uub. This one sits at about 8k words (not sure exactly cause I added a bunch of notes at the end for my beta to see where my thoughts were going with it all) anyways this one focuses mainly on Trunks, Goten, Marron, Pan, and Bra as really the older kids look forward to what may lie ahead. A lot of it is just me focusing on the dynamics they have with each other. When I saw that dlc for kakorat was going to be focused on that one that really makes me want to share this one. Again let me know if you want to see that.

Based on this Ask here you can already see that I've completed 2 out of my 5 ideas so that leaves the other ones and maybe more if I think of anything else. All of these will probably be added to my Little Events fic. a few little ideas not shared here but I've thought about and have some dialoge in mind but haven't fully created yet.

I want to do something where Mario and Haru interact I just think it'll be so neat.

Maybe something where I do my take on introducing Sarasland and Princess Daisy. Probably along the lines of Peach meeting Daisy for the first time.

I need to hop on the wholesome bros. content at some point and I know I wanna try my hand with Mia and Pio as a part of it.

I think thats it for now...I'll probably add more if I think of something as having somwhere to put it down no matter how small it is can be nice to look at and push me towards getting it done.

#Key Posting #Super Mario #Dragon ball #My official little hello to both the Mario and Dragonball community the people I've met by having these interests have been so amazing #Even though I mostly lurk I love everything about it all can do without some of the negative stuff but we move #anyway I'll see you all around in the tags as usual

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appalachianapologies · 2 months

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okay so I was tagged by @lailuhhh and @rosieblogstuff and I think one other person (i am so sorry i forgor) many days ago and i am finally doing the first sentence of ten works thing. I guess the general consensus is no one knows whether or not this is for WIPs or posted things so like many others I'll just do a combo of both :D

From a wip that is uhhhh 22k and counting long, titled in my google docs as simply "fuck it desi lore," starting off strong with a sentence that I don't think is actually grammatically correct but you know what sometimes the vibes matter more than grammar and you can quote me on that: Later, Desi will feel guilty for it.

From chapter one of Remittent Distress, we have a line that sounds like it's going to be macriley WHICH IT IS NOT- (PS she's just out on a little mini mission she's not dead or anything) During the three days that Riley has been gone, Mac's been coping poorly.

Another chapter one first sentence, we have the first line of what's shaping up to be my next book! Cue the school intercom noise... "Good morning Ravens, happy Tuesday, and happy first day of school!"

Next we have chapter one (not the prologue) of False Dawn, which is a WIP that keeps me up at night and makes me feel far too many emotions at once: Bozer has a strange affinity for sending physical letters.

We have a bit of a secret fic that's up next- set in Tender Mercies universe, except this is set approximately 10 years in the future from Aground, the most recent fic in the series. Mac makes it a single step into the visitation cell before freezing on the spot.

Next up we have the first line of one of my favorite fics of mine, where we get some Sam Cage! (sam my beloved). Get ready for the first sentence of Episteme! Samantha Cage, despite her evergrowing want to be out of the life she threw herself into, isn’t exactly sure how to stay out of it.

Okay so this is the first line at the moment, but might not be if/when I finally get around to writing the vast majority of this fic. After drafting out an entire fic on a plane ride about a year ago, I only actually fully wrote out a few paragraphs. Here's the beginning of it as of right now: “Arriving in forty-five minutes,” comes the eventual answer through Mac’s earpiece.

Now we have the first line from Past + Fire + Present, purely because I think it's a fabulous addition to the whole point of this post (and also this does happen to be a fic that i am quite happy about how it came out). The first sentence is a little bit lack-luster though... Hands.

Changing things up a bit, this next sentence is from my 95% finished The Martian fic that has been 95% finished for over a year at this point. I really just need to write two more paragraphs and post it at this point, but here's the start! Sneaking out of Beck's quarters as soon as he stepped out to talk to the rest of the crew was probably not the brightest of plans, but I can’t take it back now.

And to end things off, we're going to hop back to Remittent Distress, but this time in the form of the first sentence for chapter three! (Currently working on it, fear not) It’s to be expected.

I'm fairly certain that at this point everyone that I know has been tagged in this (and I'm also like a week or two late at this point), so if you see this, assume you're being tagged! (and also if you write your own please tag me somewhere in it so I can read your sentences :D)

#in which vi actually writes #macgyver #the martian #original fiction #in which vi thinks about writing #tag games #writing games #looking at how i start my pieces and going. ''damn girl you [write] like this?'' (derogatory)#idk man at some point i'll learn how to start pieces. that point is clearly not today though #''Hands.'' WHERE'S MY FUCKING PULITZER

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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Psycho Love. | Mark Lee (M) Part 4.

Prologue • “Darling you’ve got me obsessed with you.”

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synopsis • huang mei is a psychiatrist assigned to the most dangerous killer, but things start to go downhill from there.

warning • mafia x psychiatrist, mark lee mafia!, mei is Chinese and renjun’s twin sister, lots of action, thriller, fighting and mystery. dark romance!!! DARK DARK ROMANCE, mei is in a relationship with hyungsik, mark smut, kidnapping mentions. mark is 😃 slightly insane but yk what it’s fine 😭. THIS IS A MAFIA FIC OF MY SERIES!!

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The reeking sight of his sister hangover whilst in deep sleep set a minor disappointment and pity in Renjun. He sighs, nudging a hand on Mei’s shoulder. The girl waking up with a groan. The black medium length hair sticking up, giving her a bed hair vibe. Mei’s previous clothes sticking up and out, roughed with wrinkles.

Renjun shakes his head watching Mei sit up, rubbing the forehead. “You good?” Her brother asks on the side, cleaning the beer cans with the trash can picked up with the other hand. Mei hums half asleep. “What time is it?”

“Almost 9am, you’re late for work.” Renjun casually said, it really wasn’t his problem if she is late or not; he saw Mei gasp in shock as she crawls out of the sofa she slept in, pushing the blanket away as she then crawls to her bag, finding new clothes to wear and then heading to the bathroom. Renjun predicted this happened.

“I’m late fuck fuck fuck- fuckkkk. My boss will unalive me and then bring me back to life just to humiliate me!” Mei shouts loudly through the bathroom door, changing clothes. She quickly got ready by washing her face and brushing the teeth, then brushing the hair. Renjun hums across the apartment bringing out the canvas he’s going to work on.

“Have fun at work, Mei.” Renjun shouts, Mei pouting. “You’re a dick for not waking me up sooner!” He hears his sister complain, putting on the shoes. Renjun laughs a little, “don’t blame me for your decisions! Anyways stay safe, eat something on the way!” Renjun told, but Mei didn’t catch all of that as the door slammed.

They’re twins yet Mei gave little sister energy, whilst Renjun gave unbothered big brother energy; it was a shocking dynamic to some when they tell people they are twins. They don’t look identical either.

Johnny walks up to the doctors who huddle, he raises his head in curiosity. Yuta glances at the man, sighing. “You’re so nosey.” Yuta blurts out.

“I know, what’s with the huddles guys?” Johnny lifts his head up, grabbing the notepad. It’s so early in the morning, so what could be the commotion?

a nurse glances to Johnny with a sweet gaze but a worried lopsided mouth. “Mark beaten up another doctor when trying to inject him the prescribed drugs.”

Johnny sighs. Why is he not surprised? The doctors send the newbie male doctors in Mark’s cell to inject a syringe full of this unknown transparent colour liquid which is essentially going to help Mark be less control of his body. That way he might cooperate more.

But Mark always resorts to violence and injects the doctors with the syringe before that can happen. Then the doctor leaves and quits work on their first day.

It doesn’t help the fact that they sent in female doctors to, but they end up getting kicked out of the cell with Mark refusing to see any female doctor. Only female doctor he actually wished to see was Mei.

“He also requested to see Miss Huang.” The nurse mentions quickly, looking at the room where Mark was still chained.

Johnny hums. “He must like Mei. Isn’t that the second time he’s asked for her?”

The Japanese doctor shrugs. “I dunno, but he surely is impatient as he waits for her. Anyways where is Mei—”

“I’m here!” A voice shouts across with pants, running in the building so she won’t be anymore late than she already is. Exactly 25 minutes late now.

Yuta and Johnny greet Mei with quiet indoor voices, their eyes faltering at the heavily panting psychiatrists doctor before turning away to see Taeil walking up to them.

“Mei, arrived just on time.” Taeil said, turning his full attention to the woman. She looks up, wide eyes when he hands a list of Mark’s portfolio. “He asked for you again, I suggest you take this info with you and talk with him about it.”

Johnny clears his throat abruptly, caused everyone and specifically Mei to look at Johnny confused wondering what he was hinting. Taeil turns around when Yuta leads him away. “Oh yeah hyung! I need help with this, Come with me.” The younger man drags Taeil away, leaving Johnny and Mei alone.

The girl mouths out to the tall guy. “What?” he sighs, “What got you so late? And your fashion today is outta the window.” Johnny points out up and down, noticing two different colour socks on Mei’s feet with the low rise shoes. Mei looks down, completely feeling defeated already so mis match socks wouldn’t change it.

“Eh..new fashion trend ?” Mei jokes shrugging, the feeling of unbotheredness expressed in the tone. Johnny looks offended but he moves on with his work schedule soon. All she knows is that Johnny does not approve of her outfit today!

The door coldly shuts releasing a rough breeze to hit the mafia’s ears, he shudders in knowing that the doctor he wants to see is now going to be seated in front of him. And she was. The moment his head hung low we’re lifted, those dead lifeless eyes prickle with slight emotion now. Lately Mark has been showing excitement and curiosity whenever he sees Mei in the session.

The doctor glances back to him, low energy through the body and her face wasn’t as smiley as before. Mei masks it quickly with a short flashing smile at Mark. “Third times a charm ey? You asked for me again.” The doctor cheerfully tells. “I guess I’m lucky to see the infamous man himself again.”

Mei shifts down to the information on the pinned board, flicking fingers through he many papers, looking through with short skimming reading to mention or talk about. Taeil always has a point in everything he tells Mei to do.

“Aren’t you going to unlock my chains like you promised?” Mark would say forward with eyebrow raised at the doctor, Mei smirks as her head lifts. He sees the beautiful woman with the long white doctor’s coat stand up slowly approaching where he sat.

He smirks back as he checks Mei out from head to toe before pulling outwards his two wrists with the large metallic chain handle heavily resting on the wrists for days he cannot count nor comprehend anymore; it’s been that long since he felt free and light weight.

The way Mei’s soft hands touch his rough up dry prisoner hands, fiddling with the hem of the metallic chains with the small key she got out of her pocket earlier made his skin crawl with anticipation. He never knew Mei would have such a sparkling effect on his body.

Mei was calm and steady, not an ounce of fear or anxiousness in her body was projecting. Mark felt understood, equal and he found Mei extremely comforting it weirded him out almost.

Mei’s eyes look up when the chains finally drop on the ground, releasing Mark from the restraints. The moment her face is looking at him, she was with met with an appreciative smirk and expression haunting over hers. Mark squints forward, arching eyebrows in a confused and angry expression when he saw the small reddish scar marking on the doctor’s face.

He subconsciously brings his face upwards as his other hand pulls on Mei’s doctor’s collar lifting her down to face him closer so he could take a better look. Mark’s eyes looking at the injury as if it were something big and dangerous. Mei felt her heart skip a beat at the sudden movement, but she wasn’t scared surprisingly. The movements he created were made out of curiosity and almost checking out something, Mei wasn’t aware of what.

Till Mark spoke with a warning dark tone.

“What’s happened to your face, doc?” Mark hollers, facing Mei away from the scratch. Mei’s hands rub the scar covering it as she pulls away first, Mark sitting up noticing the camera beeping.

Johnny’s voice immediately heard through the voice recorder and mic above the ceilings. “Mei are you okay? Do you need security guards to chain him?”

“I’m fine, Johnny.” Mei looks to the camera forming an ‘Okay’ with her fingers, looking back at her seat where she sits down. Mark leans on the table, now he’s the one asking her questions like a professional.

Mark points out obviously. “You didn’t answer my question, what’s happened to your face?”

Mei clears the throat. “I…hit myself with a branch accidentally.” She looks down at the paper. “Let’s continue with the session, your childhood, do you want to share anything in particular—”

The man wasn’t stupid, he knows how to read people like an open book and Mei was more than an open book, she was an open world to Mark. The doctor shifts in the seat, she was lying and anxious— an indication of being a bad liar. Mei’s eyes tremble when Mark looks into her eyes as she spoke, usually Mei wouldn’t look away from his eyes but she is now looking away constantly. Mark knew there was more to the story than a simple ‘tree branch’ hitting Mei’s face. It wasn’t even believable, come on—.

“I wasn’t born yesterday, Mei.” Mark crosses arms over the chest, blankly talking unimpressed by the doctor’s lies. “It has nothing to do with this so can we please keep on track, Mark.” Mei sternly snaps for the first time ever.

Johnny would audible gasp next to Taeil in the camera room where they can see everything and hear everything from the recording session above the camera. No one has came out of the room the way whenever they use force and demands with authority against Mark.

Mei as of so far was friendly and putting up a friends demure knowing Mark hates being constantly oppressed and dominated by egoistical doctors treating him this way.

But now Mei snapped a little. She was surprised herself, her voice trailing in stutters when noticing Mark’s sudden change of expression, maybe she should apologise? She was building such a good relationship with him, it would go down the drain if he suddenly feels cornered and has a fall out with her. Then Taeil would have to scold Mei for getting emotional.

“Okay, i won’t interrupt you anymore.”

Johnny and Taeil did more than audibly gasp now, they screamed in unison mouthing a ‘WHAT?’

Mei was shocked, nodding slowly at Mark. Did he just agree with her? For once? He sees the doctor in front stuttering on the voice when he leans forward, he sees Mei flicking through the questions on the pinned paper board, trying to find a suitable question. Mark instead, he grabs the board from her hands and he looks down on the paper.

Mei silently observing Mark, he looks back at Mei with a serious tone now.

“I was born in Canada.” Mark replies. “The only thing i remember on top of my head growing up was playing a guitar. Does this answer your first question, Doc?”

Mei murmurs in surprise. “You’re a foreigner and You know how to play guitar?” She earned a serious nod from the man, Mei looking at the pinned paper board that Mark returned neatly by throwing across the table to Mei in front.

“What about parents?” Mei said bringing up, Mark looks away uninterested now. “Pass.”

He tells Mei with crossed arms. He’s uninterested, not wanting to answer that immediately. Mei tilts her head, humming. “How did you become a mafia leader?”

“With determination, you can become anything.” Mark said almost poetically, his words were light to the ears but held heavy wisdom and youth knowledge. Mei hums nodding. “I agree, I agree.”

“So tell me why you have a scar on your face?” Mark brought back up suddenly, Mei shifting the gaze into a slight glare as she huffs. “I told you why already.”

“You’re lying Mei.” Mark hawks harshly. “Did your date not go well with your boyfriend?”

“That has nothing to do with you.” Mei tells, professionally keeping the situation on track. Mark leans back into the chair hearing those words. She sighs looking at the time, she doesn’t think she can handle the situation anymore.

“I’m going to leave the session here for today, i’ll see you at the next session.” Mei bids goodbye leaving the cell, Mark not saying anymore words as he simply watches the doctor leave in front as her back faces his sight.

He longs for more answers but he isn’t desperate to see her again.

Afterall he has something planned in motion.

The work was far more tiring today than before. Mei escaped with her early leave to the hospital, little did she know that her workplace was under ambush once she left.

Johnny and Taeil were met with a fire alarm, trying to evacuate everyone and every asylum patient. The doctors were limiting on staff due to early leave, it’s as if everything was planned in order to have as many less doctors and as many patients they could get.

And it was exactly that.

Yuta screeches as he was met with a strange darkly clothed men blocking the way to the other patients. He eyes then in confusion.

“New doctors..?” He murmurs. “No you’re not a doctor—“ he said again but felt a large pistol hit his head, knocking yuta unconscious. The boy sighs. “Look for him, every cell open it.”

They’re going to retrieve their leader even if it means getting caught and arrested.

Mei hums walking slowly and leisurely, with phone in hand scrolling through the phone missed calls. 70 missed calls from Hyungsik. Mei shakes her head blocking the number completely, when glancing back up she took out her car keys from the back but those eyes landed in the distance on a figure waiting by her car.

She mentally curses at the man standing next to the car like an imbecile. He was stalking her now.

Mei approaches without a care, if she can ignore him and get inside the car and then drive off, he won’t bother her right?

Wrong was she. Hyungsik saw Mei coming forward passed his body with silence, he grabs a hold of Mei’s wrist sighing. “Mei, let’s talk. We need to talk.” He almost said pleadingly in the sweetly voice disguised as manipulation.

Mei swings her wrist out of his hold, the woman sending him a deadly glare that screamed she will kill him if he touched her. Hyungsik purses the lips in blank angle. “Come on, don’t be like this. Let’s talk it out.”

“No, what’s there to talk about?” Mei chides to the man, Hyungsik scoffing out disbelief laughter. “Yah.” He calls out suddenly as his hands fell on his hips, eyeing Mei dangerously now.

Mei looks away pushing pushing the car keys button to unlock the car, a red beep and signal was given to the car being open. When Mei was to open the car door, Hyungsik quickly shut it with his hand pressed on the door, watching Mei intensely.

“Huang Mei, don’t be a bitch and listen to me. How dare you treat me like shit, in public as well!” He lashed out grabbing Mei forward throwing her on the side. He saw the woman stumble backwards and then flinch when seeing the hand raised in the air, Hyungsik moving to slap Mei’s face hard.

But the slap never came, instead a swooping hand gripped it and pulled Mei in his arms. A gun pointed with a click reloading, came in the view of the woman in a hold of a strange yet familiar touch.

Hyungsik screams forward with hands in the air. “Who the fuck are you!?” He exclaims.

Mei looks to the side and her eyes couldn’t believe it. Was this a lucid or fever dream? Or a nightmare, no this has to be a nightmare, Mei thought.

“Mark…Lee?” Mei mutters in shock covering her body from chest to toes. Mark skirmishing a smug look on his face before glaring at Hyungsik.

He swore it looks could kill, he was dead already. Hyungsik quivers in his boots mumbling. “Mark lee..?” He states shuddering in fear as he goes on his knees, pleasingly praying in front of Mark. The man scoffs uttering pathetic insults at Hyungsik as he kicks the man over his face.

“That’s for laying a hand on what’s mine.”

Hyungsik rolling on the car park ground with a bleeding nose. Mei shouts in surprise and Mark tightly holds her, glancing back with a smirk.

“We meet again, Doc.”

Mei looks at Mark as her lips stutter out words that made no sense, because this whole situation made no sense to her; how did he escape the asylum? How was he standing in front of her? And how did he get a darn freaking gun!?

Mark held Mei’s wrist when he notices police sirens in the distance by the sharp hear ringing in the ears. He was quick to run out of the asylum parking lot when a black van came in. He was quick to push Mei in the back of the van, Mei protesting.

“Wait! What are you doing? I- mark!” Mei only shouts louder banging on the locked van door, was she getting kidnapped? This was kidnapping surely.

Mark shifts to the front of the black van, hitting the door shut. “Drive Chenle!”’

The man drove quick out of the sight, out running the police sight quickly when the vehicle turns roughly to the left and then to the right. Everytime the vehicle made such harsh driving lines and out-shortcuts, Mei rolls around the van floor due to the bad unstableness.

She felt like a box falling across and across again. Mei shouts to the front driver and Mark hoping they hear, and they did but not a single response was given.

Cheeks sighs as his ears start to hurt at the woman’s protesting and shouting, by now it’s been a few minutes and he swore he won’t survive eight hours of driving to escape the police if this is how the woman Mark took with her surprisingly outta nowhere; it shocked him too.

“Yah, is this what you said you were bringing?” Chenle derives to the older, he earns a soft nod from Mark who glances back. He opens the small little talking hole.

Mei saw the small rectangular side shape hole open revealing a light in the darkness at the back. Mei stood up walking to the rectangle shape, heavily breathing with anxiety running in the veins.

“Yah Mark Lee get me out of here! Did you go crazy? You must be crazy.” Mei responded to her own question, slapping the van’s walls. Mark let’s out an amused chuckle. “Relax, didn’t i save you from your crazy abusive boyfriend just now?”

Mei hissed at his words now pulling back as she high kicks the van’s wall, sending a powerful wave where Chenle sat. He curses in Chinese and Mark gave a warning gaze. “Mei, I wouldn’t do that if i were you.”

Mei hearing the Chinese curses, she suddenly spoke in Chinese to the white haired man who drove. “Hey you speak Chinese?” Mei said. Mark turns to Chenle who clearly understood.

Mark rolls the eyes closing the rectangle shape, sighing. She can speak to Chenle but she cusses him out? Seriously he helped her!

“Yah shes chinese?” Chenle turns to Mark whispering, he nods. “Yeah she is.” He replies back, Chenle tilting his head as he whistles. “Seriously why’d you bring her, you kidnapped a doctor Mark.”

Mark didn’t reply. He doesn’t know why he brought her, but he knows he feels obliged to. Mark is interested in Mei, he won’t deny it. She feels familiar to him, almost like he met her before; maybe in his past life they met before.

That’s how it feels like to him. An old familiar presence. Mei on the other hand feels the complete opposite, she will literally strangle Mark Lee if he doesn’t return her back. He’s a runaway killer on loose now! He kidnapped his doctor too! Do you know how bad the headlines will be? Her brother will be worried sick.

If he checks the news for once. But he will find out eventually about her disappearance! Mark is unavoidable, he’s nationally worldwide known too.

“I just felt like it, Chenle.” Mark bluntly said. Chenle murmurs a short laughter with a few curses like ‘you’re an absolute nutcase.’ Or ‘you went crazy in the asylum or something to pull a stunt like this.’

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flieslikeamoron · 4 months

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Haven AU!!!

So Haven AU is the Steve Can’t Feel Anything But Eddie fic. I posted the beginning part of it here. It’s not really a Haven AU because that show was one of those mystery box shows where the box is so pretty and intriguing, and then when they finally open it you find out there’s a turd inside. But the idea of a person who can’t feel anything except this one other person’s touch is from Haven. And the idea of powers that are like afflictions. Haven had a monster of the week format, but the “monsters” were just people who for the most part couldn’t control their powers and were accidentally hurting themselves or their loved ones or the town. I liked that the show was a “we try to help these people if we can” show instead of a “we kill monsters” show. Anyway the fic is only slightly related to the show but the germ came from there.

I mostly have notes not writing on this one because the original idea was honestly just vibes. Like it was just Steve Can Only Feel Eddie's Touch - Eddie Doesn't Want to Touch Anyone Because He's a Touch Telepath. So it took a while to figure out what the actual arc could be after that first accidental touch. Like why does Eddie keep touching him? Where does it go from there? I think I have the shape of it now, but of course I never know for sure if it works until I start writing it. So I do have to get on that. I’m still not even sure if I’m going to do both POVs or just Steve's, but I’ve been writing some of Eddie’s just so I know what’s going on with him. And I’ll use the stuff or not depending on whether it's needed.

These aren't exactly snippets from an actual draft, but here are a couple bits of Eddie's POV. It’s two different versions of what it could be that I wrote when I was trying to work things out.

This one was more of a he hates his power from the jump type of thing.

Eddie doesn’t realize at first what’s happening. It feels like- Feeling. Like little bursts of feeling, and maybe sometimes they don’t seem to quite- Fit. Inside him. But hell, it’s not like his mind is normally a super organized place. It’s not like his feelings have ever been- There’s always been a lot of noise is the point. Inside his head. He’s always felt a lot of shit. So of course he didn’t really notice a few… Extras.

It gets worse, but that takes a while to notice too. More than just a feeling, it’s thoughts sometimes. Fully formed. Not fitting right. It’s a place. A moment. Like a memory of something that never happened to him. Is it that weird though? The part where it doesn’t fit is weird, but his head’s always been full of worlds and characters, anywhere but here stories. That’s partly why he loves D&D so much. A way to let those things overflow. So this is, it’s not that different. It doesn’t seem... Crazy.

And then it starts to feel like maybe it is. Maybe he is. Crazy. Fully off the tracks. Head full of jagged pieces that aren’t him. They can’t be him. Things he wouldn’t think. Things he couldn’t know. Things that aren’t real, probably anyway. Delusions. Voices inside his head. Lock you up type stuff. Because he’s lost it, completely lost it. Just like his mom.

And then this one is I think is more what I’m going with. It’s from a version where he thinks at first he can use his power to get dirt on the popular kids and the bullies. He thinks it’ll be kind of fun to have something over on them, but he quickly realizes he doesn’t actually want to drown in other people’s shit.

He doesn’t want to know sweet, pretty Chrissy Cunningham hears her mom’s voice in her head when she makes herself throw up. He doesn’t want to know Billy Hargrove’s dad hits him. Fuck, what a bottomless pit that guy’s head was. A thick black sludge of barely held back hatred, rage closing over Eddie, dragging him down. But even worse, somehow, was the soft focus light at the bottom of that bottomless pit, the glowing memory of his mom. Maybe a little too much like what Eddie thinks the picture of his own mom might look like if somebody could see into him like that. He doesn’t want to know he and Tommy Hagan have had some similar thoughts about Steve Harrington’s mouth. Mostly what it might feel like, look like wrapped around a dick. That, at least, is proper blackmail material. But he hates the familiarity of the shape of those thoughts. The useless want and the slimy coil of shame and the sickening, pathetic need for attention. Any scrap of attention. He hates seeing any echo of himself in these people. Hates the way all the ugly shit clings inside his own head long after he’s stopped touching someone. Oily streaks of pain and fear and anger.

No, fuck all of that. He doesn’t want any of it.

#thanks for playing!#even though you didn't get a real fic bit #wip game #ask game #my fic #my fic: haven au #steddie au

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monstersinthecosmos · 4 months

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KACY SO

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

7. How do you choose which POV to write from?

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you

(writing asks!)

13. what’s a common writing tip that you almost always follow?

write what you want to read 😂 it's like, the backbone of everything I do

7. How do you choose which POV to write from? OMG!!!!!!!!!! It depends!!!!!!!!!!!! Because sometimes the POV is like baked into the idea itself, so I don't have to decide. But sometimes I think of the idea first and then I have to like, start dissecting elements of the story and try to figure out what exactly I'm trying to write.

Like using Gallows Bird as an example bc it's my most recent fic; I struggled getting the ball rolling on that one because I was going to try to write Armand's POV and it wasn't really speaking to me. BECAUSE LIKE, IF YOU RECALL, I WROTE THAT FIC FOR THE PERVERT ZERO GAME ON DISCORD LOL where the concept was "how did Armand learn about the voyeurism thing in Devil's Minion?" so it makes sense to write it from his POV to like carry it forward into the 1980s, I guess.

But for me I'm also wondering like, as a porn fic, what's the appeal here? Sometimes there's directionality to kinks, so for example with voyeurism, you can ask "Is this about watching or about being watched?" And like, without getting into a side essay about writing porn as an asexual LMFAO sometimes when I'm making creative decisions I do fall into "I'd rather watch" mindset and then it becomes sort of meta, imo. Like, you're reading porn, and the thrust of the kink in the text is about watching. I find that kinda fun!!!!!!! And basically when I thought maybe I should write it from Marius's POV it all kinda came together.

I think it's important to ask like, what is the story you're trying to tell, and figure out the advantage to the different POVs to see what it adds or removes from the story, right? Like Gallows Bird from Armand's POV would be "I'm so hot for the monster daddy I live with and I want him to murder my rapists" which like IS THERE in the fic, but it puts the burden on like, the daddy kink and the feeling of being protected and being watched. (We also already have that POV in greater detail in canon, vs Marius kinda skims over it.) From Marius POV it's a story about trying to do right by your little pet that you desperately want to murder. They're just two very different vibes. And like for VC fics these questions are always gonna be "Do I want to be preyed upon?" or "Do I want to prey on someone?" and it can make the same concept feel completely different. So I like thinking about what that adds to what I'm trying to say, and decide which is more fun to engage with or which I have more to say about or which just feels right for that exact moment in time.

Personally I enjoy writing third person limited so like, I always sorta pick one POV and stick to it, but VC is fun because as long as one of them has the Mind Gift you can also include the other POV. Like in Gallows Bird there's plenty of Armand POV because Marius knows what he's thinking---OR IS THERE? IS IT RELIABLE? IS IT MARIUS'S INTERPRETATION OF WHAT HE THINKS ARMAND IS FEELING? hmm.

(also insert similar conversation about my Sheith gangbang fic Galactic Runway LMFAO where I knew I wanted to write an elaborate gangbang but when I was trying to make it click in my mind I decided that watching is more fun for me than doing, so I had it Shiro's POV of Keith getting gangbanged. :D )

24. Worst writing advice anyone ever gave you

OMG I feel like, I can ignore bad advice so easily I can't even remember. Like I think I'm an experienced enough writer that I know immediately if something isn't going to work for me and I don't even let it sink in. I remember recently reading about Chuck Palaniuk's feeling words or something and I disagreed so hard I just didn't let it stay LOL. But I think like, no writing advice is for everybody and like part of growing as a writer is learning what fits your style and process the best, so like at a certain point I think you can sort of immediately know whether or not something is worth attempting.

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its-tea-time-darling · 10 months

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🍉 Thomesa, Thominewt, Newtmas, Thominho, Nalby, Minally, Sonyariett, Minho/Alby (don't know the ship name), Thomaris, Minewby (Minho/Newt/Alby) for honest ship opinion? 🍉

Send me a ship and I’ll give you my (brutally) honest opinion on it

thank you for this anon:DD

to crest and saph who got a tag for this post: it's bc i recced your fics :D

Thomesa

Literal perfection, main character + his narrative foil, deontology vs. utilitarianism depicted in the most empathetic of ways, finally culminating and coming full circle in forgiveness and understanding of the complexitiy of the situation at "I tried."--"I know." Without Thomas and Teresa the story would not exist, and the arc they span over the series is by far the most powerful to me. OTP <3

All my Thomesa Fics on AO3, all my Thomesa Edits.

Thominewt

Fun! There's some really sweet fic for them out there, and I think they would have a wonderful dynamic!

Newtmas

I loved it when I first joined the fandom and then burned out of it a little. Difficult at times that it's so predominant in the fandom; if they're not one of your top ships you have to make a conscious effort to filter Newtmas content out for your own piece of mind. Also I seem to like different things about them than many of the other shippers so I don't vibe with all Newtmas content out there. Which is fair and valid, the reasons people like certain ships are manifold and varied, which is exactly what makes fandom as wonderful as it is. <3

Thominho

A bit of the same as Newtmas, when I discovered it I loved it a lot, but I think I've since written and read about them plenty and I'm more or less saturated on them. Mostly I wrote As Long as I Watch Over You as a canon compliant fic, and to me that's exactly the way they could get together.

Nalby

It took me a long time to see them (mainly due to how Alby commits suicide in the books which is just not something I cope with well), but now I like them a lot! However I do find it a tedious ship to fix since Alby dies so early on in the series. weaving golden threads of fate was the first (and so far only) nalby fic i've written. (This one is canonverse though.)

Minally

Cool! They're definitely interesting characters to smash together bc they're both so stubborn and full of themselves (while at the same time probably harboring deep insecurities). I love Marathon Man by @crestfallercanyon

Sonyarriet

Love! I have a started Glade fic for them (Run, Baby, Run) that I really hope to finish one day. It's going to start out as them butting heads often and have a.. repressed feelings to lovers arc. :P

What I can say though is that many people seem to love a fluffy and wholesome arc for them in mostly sfw fics, so as an angst, tragedy, darkfic and smut lover there's not as much for me out there. (There seems to be a general trend for wlw content being much more wholesome and fluffy than mlm content, the reasons for which are varied and complex.)

Minalby

LOVE!!!!!!!!!! Especially at the glade I think they could have amazing dynamics!!! The way Minho comes back from running the maze in the first book and flops down onto the ground and commands Alby to get him water laksdjfalkjsfdsdajklf. (Also a nice ship: Minewby!! (Minho x Newt x Alby))

Thomaris

Cute! I have them in a depressing bookverse post canon fic that's Thomeris (Thomas x Teresa x Aris) where Aris is completely distraught about Rachel's death: Where did you go

Minewby

Ah lol there you go! I think they could be wonderful! @onceuponabluemoon has one of the few fics on ao3 about them: the Icarus to your certainty

#ask game #tea answers #suicide mention #thomesa #thominho #nalby #thomaris #minewby #minalby #minally #soniet #sonyarriet #anon ask #anon #maze runner #the maze runner #tmr

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procrastinatorproject · 20 days

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Bed Rest (Seven) for the WIP ask game, please. Also, if you want to talk about the other Bed Rest fics, too.

Seven's installment literally consist of only this handful of sentences so far:

“I understand that your xB physiology renders you much more resilient than humans, and I’m willing to give you a lot of leeway, but I draw the line at exposure to hard vacuum. You’re coming to sickbay with me right now.” Seven arched her eyebrow and drew a rasping breath. “Deactivate —” “No,” Emil said calmly. “You’re on medical lockout from all computer systems and will remain so until I give you a clean bill of health. Now, will you come downstairs voluntarily? Or will I have to ask Ms Musiker to drag you?”

I do like it quite a bit :D But haven't managed to do all the writing that needs to go around it yet.

As for the other Bed Rest fics... When I started writing them, it was just Soji, then I had an idea for Raffi, then Ian, Rios... and eventually, it settled in my brain as "one day, this series will have a story of Emil telling people to lie the fuck down already for every major and a whole lot of minor characters from Star Trek: La Sirena" 😅

We'll see how far I get. The one I wrote for Picard doesn't actually fit the description as well as I'd like it to, and I should probably just post it as a short slice of life standalone (it's basically done and I find it pretty funny, if I say so myself).

And the Agnes WIP that is still technically labelled "bed rest" also veered into a different direction (much more emotional angst and post-Borg-trauma, less the sickfic vibe I'm going for with the rest of the series). So I might turn that into a standalone at some point, though it would involve having to acknowledge season 2 happenings, even in a strongly altered form...

BUT! A while ago, @regionalpancake pointed out that probably a bunch of OC stories in my "never to be pulished" folder would only need very minor rewrites to work for Agnes (and for readers who haven't spent the last four years in my brain and thus don't know the reams and reams of intricate worldbuilding that underly the Private Stories). And I think that assessment is very accurate for the fic currently titled "Check up", which also has some holo bits in it that I just... adore so much! And want to share with the world! Like...

Emil nodded. “Your fever has gone up in the last few hours.” Her eyes went wide. “I thought the meds would help with that?” The EMH tilted his head and his expression turned slightly admonishing. “They are helping. They’re supporting your body’s immune system in fighting off the virus. Which inevitably involves a certain level of fever.” He lowered his scanner and frowned. “Honestly, you’re nearly as bad as the captain with his impatience. Healing takes time. The human body isn’t a machine where you can replace a broken part and everything just runs smoothly again straight away.” “Well now.” Over at the table, Ian leaned back in his chair and tucked his hands under his arms. “A repair is rarely done with a simple replacement. There’s always adjustments that need to happen afterwards and usually a lot of recalibration to —” “Yes, thank you Ian,” Emil said curtly without turning around, “I was speaking metaphorically.” “I’m just saying that if you want the repair done properly, you can’t just shove a new part in place and call it a day. There are a lot of protocols and follow-ups that need to happen.” “Actually, that makes the metaphor better, don’t you think?” Enoch mused. “Even with a machine, repairs take time and don’t lead to instantaneous improvement.” Ian leaned towards the ENH. “Yes, but he said the human body wasn’t like a machine, so he got the metaphor exactly backwards.” Emil rolled his eyes as the two holograms at the table started to argue over whether an accidentally good metaphor was still good if it was deployed incorrectly. Behind them, Emmet was leisurely swapping cards from his hand for better ones from the discard pile.

So that one is probably gonna be Agnes's installment (eventually).

Beyond that, who knows? There are still a few crew members (organic, cybernetic, and holographic) that need to have a moment with their snarky ship's physician! And one of these days, I will finally get over myself and edit the two paragraphs that have thus far kept me from posting Rios's part of the series 😅

I really enjoy the bed rest stories, though. I will never get enough of Emil being an exasperated, snarky, but ultimately really kind and competent doctor! And since there aren't as many stories of that out there in the wild as I'd like, I guess I'll just have to keep writing them myself XD

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(I'm still very happy to answer questions or post snippets of the many things in my WIP folder :D Here's the original list of titles if you want to see what's available!

#thank you for the ask!#i love looking through my wips and talking about them #and this series in particular has a bunch of really nice bits of writing #(and nearly finished too 😅 though the seven one is gonna take a lot more work before I know where exactly it's supposed to go...)#star trek la sirena #star trek picard #seven of nine #emil (emh)#agnes jurati #enoch (enh)#ian (eeh)#lili's writing adventures #bed rest #@curator-on-ao3 #wip ask game #wips

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