#wattpad comments were the stuff of legends

[theoddest1]

i fear viv is like j*k*r -

there is evidence, proof, so so much of it. and even then, just her behavior alone, without the really bad stuff, is questionable to say the least. i dont know how to put it, but she and her fans act like 12 year olds on wattpad (i used to be one of those kids to some extent ik what im talking about here lmfao). it is a FACT she's horrible and disgusting (i could list a thousand other things here but the critical community already knows all this) and still people defend and dickride her. it is no lie that her fanbase is like a cult. i wonder if these people are actually completely oblivious or are just as horrid because the fact she's a horrible person is as clear as day. the fetish shit, her weird ass transphobia, her blatant disgregard to actual victims that aren't her fans, her drawing... that , her racism, her- should i go on? and i fear there is no consequences for BOTH these people- they will go on until they die without ever facing their actions and stuff. its disturbing.

its like j*k*r all over again. i sense a pattern here. not sure what kind, but its so fucking baffling how both are horrid and insufferable AS CLEAR AS DAY as people and HARM OTHERS and still get so much support. both need to be studied because what the fuck have they going on that protects them meanwhile some people on social media get cancelled for one sentence they said 17 years ago (not that that's not "valid" it's just baffling how some people get cancelled over the smallest shit meanwhile....) and these people get to enjoy their life without consequences while there's MOUNTAINS of proven evidence.

i feel like i discovered a goddamn alien baby the way im so fucking flabbergasted at all this.

anyways, sorry for the rant.

i hope you have a nice day/evening/morning/night!

Hey, no worries! Rant away! It's a very strange enigma for sure, and the fandon does indeed act like a cult! My guess for how Viv keeps getting away with all this stuff is that she has a parasocial relationship with her fanbase. The idea of landing a job or getting close with a creator with such a large following overrides any sense of reason or care for her actions, so people keep gassing her up because it could likely lead her to like or comment on their stuff. There's also the pseudo kind act she puts on, so people think she's the sweetest person ever when she has showcased the opposite. There's also a loooot of fandom bullying. Lots of the big dogs in the fandom bully people into silence or make em think they're in the wrong.

There's a WHOLE lot of control going on here, and thanks to her ass kissers logic is thrown out the window. Finally, there were the overblown posts highlighting things that, while weird or gross, aren't "cancelable" enough or downright exaggerations of the truth or lies. These threads on Twitter, especially back in 2019, did more harm than good and led many into believing there was a mob that simply wanted to cancel her for being popular. The threads consisted of her old cringe art (some are very questionable don't get me wrong) rather than the ones where she encouraged fandom bullying and made fun of a 15 year old fan for simply being critical of her work and called them nasty for it. No one did any research on her behavior or how she was an absolute bully to people like Starvader. Callouts need to consist of hard evidence so stuff like this doesn't happen, where your callout does more harm than good.

These factors led to many straight up turning off their brains and blatantly ignoring hard evidence. It's very, very stupid.

Also, who is the other person you mentioned? The only one that comes to mind is the guy who plays League of Legends and is famous for winning many championships.

#anon ask #vivziepop #vivienne medrano #viv get a grip #vivziepop critical #vivziepop criticism

[fanfiction-artist-prototype]

20 questions for writers, tagged by @aobawilliams

how many works do you have on ao3? 76!! If i hadn't purged a few a couple years ago (and they truly were ones that needed to be gone forever and i feel no guilt bc they all had like 3 views and i think they were all mine tbh.) it'd probably be nearly 200 by now.

what's your total ao3 word count? 1,126,631... hm. Maybe i have a problem? nah. I'm sure it's fine.

What fandoms do you write for? My Hero Acadamia; Trash of the Count's Family; Person 5; Batman; Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild; Danny Phantom; Justice League; Miraculous Ladybug; Fire Emblem: Three Houses; SK8 the Infinity; Megamind; Kiss the Abyss; White Collar; Dio Field; Scum Villain Self-saving System

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 1) The old bait and switch 2) Uncle John 3) #NewestWayne is trending 4) Blood Stains the skin red 5) Rooks and Bishops don't get to choose their moves

Do you respond to comments? why/why not? I do occasionally. I guess it depends on what kind of comment it is? If it's a 'More!' or 'Update?' comment i just ignore it. I also tend to leave like emoji comments on their own bc honestly like thank you for giving me an emoji but i am a bit lost as to what I'm exactly meant to respond with you know? Longer comments or compound sentence comments are the ones i tend to respond to purely because there tends to be something to respond to!

What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Oh god... uh. I had to have a quick glance and... i don't really know? There's a few options okay! You have 'Fine, I'll do it Myself' as a strong contender because of the whole 'the person you most love is trapped an entire universe away and you have to wait years to see him again' vibe going on. There's 'Blood Stains the Skin red' because it's literally about what if shit was even more fucked than canon and Midoriya had blood in his hands. Oh! Or "We Don't Remember a Boat in a Bottle" which damn... forget how angsty that one was ngl. I mean there's also 'Group hug' where the champions reunite post BOTW only for Link to die in their arms... (These are the especially angsty ones like the question asked bc honestly... most of my fics are angsty.. hehe.)

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Between 'well then...' and 'This is Love' both Trash of the count's family fics. Well Then is a strong contender because it's just a silly little 'identity reveal is so misconstrued everyone thinks there's *so* much angst and the protag is just vibing. like cale literally starts having a canon-typical spiral bc he thinks people are trying to intimidate him and it's kike a 17 year old being like 'im telling my adopted dad/adopted big brother about all the fun me and my younger siblings have had!' And 'This is Love' is still in progress but each chapter end is a comedy so ya know.

Do you get hate on fics? I used to. I don't really clean my fics up all that well since i tend to miss things so i just stopped and the only times i ever tried to get a beta i got blew off so.. Anyway. I used to get shit and told my work was so horrendous that I was lying about english being my first language. Even looking back at it now it's horseshit that it was 'that bad' bc it really wasn't. I also got this one guy who got really pressed because he didn't have the reading comp to see the tags 'canon divergence' and 'crack treated seriously' and then understand why the characters in the fic weren't acting canon compliant.

Do you write smut? if so, what kind? I do, kind of? Like I've written something that *I* would class as smut but it's not like *full on* explicit descriptions of stuff so it is smut but not in the way people would probably normally think? It's my fic 'pretty boy' and im not even going to lie it was my excuse to write a praise kink fic for Cloeph/Cale.

Do you write crossovers? what's the craziest one? OH DO I. I don't publish nearly as many crossovers as I used to. When I had a wattpad that bitch was almost nothing BUT crossovers. I've written: Ass Class/OHSHC, Ass Class/BNHA, DC/MLB. Those are my tame ones. I have 2 in the works and i think they fit the 'craziest crossovers you've written.' They are: Scum Villain/Trash of the Counts family (aka woke up as a scum villain show down) and Persona 5/BNHA (aka i make Akechi's life so much worse)

have you ever had a fic stolen? Yeah, I had one of my Miraculous Ladybug fics stolen, but i contacted AO3 and it got taken down.

have you ever had a fic translated? No, not with my permission at least. I've had a few people as permission that I've given but they haven't been uploaded so. I have a rule that if it's translated i'd like it to stay on ao3 and unfortunately not a lot of the people interested in translating my fics want to translate them on the archive so i've said no a bunch of times.

have you ever co-written a fic? Yep. A friend-insert fic from when i was 12 with my friend cookie on wattpad. Alas, it is lost to time.

what's your all-time fave ship? There is not a singular answer to this so imma pass-

what's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you will? All of them. But probably my Persona 5/BNHA crossover. Like I really want to write it but every time i open the document i just sit there like 'eugh.'

what are your writing strengths? According to my creative writing class leader, it's my descriptions and suspense build ups.

writing weaknesses? Again, according to my class leader, it's my inability to resist telling rather than showing. Also I sometimes make my sentences too long, when i could cut them shorter.

thoughts on writing dialogue in another language? It depends? For example if it's something that *absolutely* must be there - for example if I was to write a Percy Jackson fanfic and some exchange in the book was in broken greek/english then YES, but if its not something like that then no i just slap the text in italics and make sure it's obvious somewhere in text a non-english language is being spoken.

first fandom you wrote for? Batman. Self insert fan fic.

fave fic you've ever written?

Ooh..mm.

So. Proper hard question here because like how am i supposed to choose ya know?

It comes down to though, when im pushed to answer, probably 'the old bait and switch'.

I wrote that bitch in the car to high school and between revising for exams so it holds a special place in my heart.

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Tagging...........

@gremlin-bot , @grubus (hope its okay to tag you), @salaapaoo and @vveirdnobdy

#ask game #20 questions

[hacked-by-jake]

i wished there were more supernatural fanfictions, i want to see jake with powers but i found only one and this one won't be continued. i don't understand why there are so less supernatural based fanfictions, i mean hello? they were talking in the game about a legend. just wanted to get rid of this. i would write one myself but i can't write and i couldn't enjoy it when reading it from someone else.

whining over 😂

Ohhh, I'm sorry, lovely Anon. We'll, tbh, I can't really relate because I'm not really into supernatural stuff. :/ And for the first few episodes, I was always afraid that duskwood would suddenly become supernatural, especially because of the legend. And I was so worried it might happen, it probably would have destroyed the game for me. I like this stuff only with exceptions... I'm glad duskwood never turned out supernatural. 😅 So I can't really recommend fanfiction to you. The only supernatural duskwood fanfiction I know about is from @julesthoughts on wattpad. Maybe check it out if you don't know it yet. The story already has two book. The first one is called 'Duskwood - Who are you'.

Of course, if you all know other fanfictions that deal with the supernatural topics I and surely also the Anon would probably be very grateful if you would write it in the comments. Ofc, you can also recommend your own stories if you wrote some. No shame. :D

But in general, I can definitely understand; if you’re looking for fanfics but can’t find what you want, that’s terrible. It’s so terribly unsatisfactory, I don’t know how many times I’ve searched the whole internet to find at least one fanfiction. xD So, I really hope you will be able to find some. And don't worry, you can vent about that as much as you want. 💚

#hope you will have a great day/evening/night. Take care of yourself and stay healthy 💚 #cute dw anon #hbj dw answers #duskwood fanfiction

[collisiondiscourse]

what if mangakas put in fucking. authors notes like we did in 2012 wattpad. like just. ur reading the latest manga chapter of bnha and in the middle of the final battle its just

"A/N: i literally screamed writing this line! >w<

me, da author: eep! im so scared for deku in this chapter!!

you guys: u literally wrote this -_-

me: XD shushhhh!!! i know heh

kacchan: HORI GET THE FUCK BACK HERE AND FINISH THE CHAPTER! ugh. baka!

me: aaaaaah kacchan dont hurt me!!! *runs away*"

#cant wait for s2 of the mandalorian! #if ur wondering why this us so accurate its bc i did this. i was this writer #i had an. ask the demigods book on wattpad #wattpad comments were the stuff of legends #imagine if any other fanfic site allowed u to add comments to each individual paragraph #fucking chaos #like 1k comments on the way you used to do when That Scene eith kaminari happens #anyway this was inspired by horikoshi deadass bein like after that disaster in the latest chap #screaming at 4 am #bnha #anime #codi.txt

[galileo-the-water-dog]

Please take some time to read this post.

My fellow Tumblr users in the Luca fandom, I need your help. I have a fanfiction author friend of mine who is going through some hard times.

And that Fanfiction author is this one right here:

Might seem boring at first glance, but trust me, her stories are AMAZING! And her Luca fic, A Sea Dog's Tale, has some pretty impressive rankings, but not very good in terms of comments.

She specifically asked me to request for ANYONE to take at least fifteen minutes of their day to comment and vote on her story. It would bring her much joy.

And for those of you who don't have access to Wattpad, I will post the first chapter under the cut. And I will ask you to note this post if you liked the chapter! It's called "The Ballad Of An Italian Street Dog."

Again, I would very much appreciate it if you'd take some time out of your day to read this. On here, or on Wattpad.

This story is also on Fanfiction.net and A03.

A Water Dog originating from Spain

Is in no way, shape, or form vain.

While exploring the country he resides in

He happily and politely takes what the town provides him.

Misunderstood for eating sea monsters his entire life

For him, befriending one gives him nothing but strife.

After living three years of living in solitude

He finally befriends not one, but two

And is given a new aptitude.

Italian-to-English translations are in parentheses.

.............

It's a quiet morning in Portorosso, Italy. Birds are singing, people chatting among themselves, waves crashing against the shore...

And... Dogs are singing?

Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro... Figaro...Figaro... Figaro!

Figaro! Son qua. Ehi, Figaro! Son qua.

Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro qua, Figaro la, Figaro su, Figaro giu, Figaro su, Figaro giu.

Pronto prontissimo son come il fumine: sono il factotum della citta. (della citta, della citta, della citta, della citta)

One building away, a large, gray, and now ornery Cane Corso rose to greet the morning sun. And it wouldn't be that way if not for whoever's uproarious singing was coming from.

Turning the corner, the large dog came across a trash can... With two black legs, hind legs by the looks of them, with white paws, sticking out. The lid was barely open. Whoever was singing in there, not only did the trash can amplify the noise, it woke him from the depths of sleep.

Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; Ah, bravo Figaro! Bravo, bravissimo; a te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.

la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la-la

A te fortuna a te fortuna, a te fortuna non manchera.

"I bet I know who it is." The dog said in its guttural voice. As the animal in the trash can continued singing, the dog materialized a stone, getting ready to throw it.

Sono il factotum della citta, Sono il factotum della citta,

Della citta,

Della citta,

Della citta~!!!

Negligent whether or not the animal finished its impressive but loud singing voice, the Cane Corso threw the glass bottle. It made a loud and startling noise upon contact. The hind paws disappeared. And a speaking voice rang out.

"Ah! Cos'è stato (What was that)?" Something popped out of the trash can. The animal in the trash can, he was mostly black in fur color, but his chest, paws, chin, and belly were white.

He is incredibly handsome... And also incredibly misunderstood. Like the American Pitbull.

You're probably wondering, how do I know so much about this dog?

I'll tell you why.

THAT dog... Is me.

My name is Galileo. Like that astronomer Galileo Galilei back in the sixteen hundreds that discovered Earth's Orbit, the solar system, and how the planets don't revolve around Earth.

It's a pleasure to meet you. We don't usually get new people around these parts.

I am a Spanish Water Dog, a herding and waterfowl retriever. I take pride in being THE fastest swimmer, and fastest swimming dog, in Portorosso. Life's okay most of the time, as a homeless street dog. The food supply sucks sometimes, but the water supply is in the best condition.

You're probably wondering why I described myself as misunderstood, right? Admit it, you're asking yourself now. Why am I considered misunderstood?

Well, I am rumored to have eaten, get this, SEA MONSTERS, my whole life. Pretty weird, right? And just because, making friends with one... All the ones I tried to meet, they have REALLY BAD trust issues.

Portorosso prides itself in hunting and killing them. Honestly, I'm not sure why. They seem pretty decent to me.

Course, I'm not gonna tell you the story just yet. We've just met! First I gotta deal with the idioto that decided to wake me up.

Lifting the lid off my head, I saw an angry-looking gray Cane Corso. They're HUGE! This one looks like it eats twice its body weight every day, and looks as healthy as me.

And that's saying something, because coming from someone who either eats out of the garbage, or begs for food, I have the best diet in the world.

Anyway, enough about me for now.

"Can I help you?" I asked the large dog. "Yes, actually. Your singing woke me up!" He barked. "And I don't like being woken up!"

"Well, unlike you, I don't scare other dogs half to death by banging on something." I retorted, tilting the trash can so I could slip out. I regretted it. He's even bigger up close and on the ground...

"Heh. Typical medium dogs. Talks a big game, loses in a fight within the first minute."

"It's early in the morning. I'm not in the mood for a fight." I said, going to walk away. But the bigger dog decided to get in front of me. "Ah, but I am, cagnolino (puppy)."

"No. I'm in the mood for something to eat."

The Cane Corso smirked in the general direction of the harbor, just in front of the fountain. "How's about you do a little hunting with me? Surely I can find a nice sea monster for you."

"Uh, no thanks, Signor Corso. I'd rather—" I got cut off by the bigger dog. "Signor Corso?" Then he burst out laughing. "You don't know who I am, do you?"

"I can't say that I do."

The Cane Corso turned his head and stared down at me with a smirk. "Then allow this legend to introduce himself. I am Socrates, the most well-known canine in Portorosso. Named after the Greek philosopher, I take pride in having brute strength, only the best hunting and tracking skills, and above all, the best master of them all."

The last bit is up for debate, because I've run into people who threw glass bottles, stones, and even ceramics at me. And they all owned a dog with a better status than me.

"What is your name, cagnolino?"

"I'm Galileo. Like the astronomer."

"Ah, piacere di conoscerti (Nice to meet you), Galileo. It's a delight to meet a street dog with such little social status, unlike myself."

"Oh, grazie, Socrates... Wait, what?" I asked. Did he just nonchalantly insult me?

"I think you heard me." Socrates said, his friendly grin turning into an irritated frown. I shook my head with a confused grin. "Ugh, why am I even talking to you? I am a famous icon around here. I haven't the time to blab with scrubs like you."

I looked and felt disrespected. How dare he? "You know, for someone so big and so popular, you're kind of jerkish." I snapped. He turned around with a sharp glare.

He struck me down with one paw to my head, knocking me to the ground. "You got that right, I'm a jerk. Everyone in Portorosso knows it. So let me leave you here, injured without batting an eye, with a warning. First of all, this town here, belongs to my master. Second, he wouldn't want a wuss like you in it. And neither do I."

"I'm not a wuss. I'm a pacifist." I said, standing up. Irritated, Socrates barked loud enough to alert the rest of the block. Just getting a glimpse of his sharp front teeth made me back away with a yelp. Socrates chuckled, non-verbally saying 'that's what I thought.'

Growling at my show of weakness, I stood up. "Next time I see you here, you won't leave scot-free. You've been warned. And you will only be warned ONCE." Socrates said, before turning around to leave.

I kinda want to know who this guy's owner is. Just so I can tell him how much of a jerk he was to A SMALLER DOG.

I huffed with a roll of my eyes. I don't wanna run into THAT guy again. Well, looks like it's foraging.

Or... OR...

Maybe a little hunting in the ocean wouldn't hurt anyone.

I have to sneak to get to the water. Why? Because I get sick of children seeing me and urging to pet me, telling me I'm cute, or that I'm a good boy, and all that.

I don't always enjoy the compliments. Children younger than ten, in my anecdotes, are too energetic for me. I have preferences, even though I'm a street dog.

As I check my reflection in the water, I dunked my paw into it. It turned a bright teal. And the black fur on my leg turned yellow.

Why this happens when I get wet? I'll tell you now, I'm not (entirely) a sea monster. On that note, I don't even know why they're called 'monsters.' They look more like bipedal aquatic lizards to me.

Remember when I said I was misunderstood for eating sea monsters my entire life?

That rumor is a far cry from the truth.

I only resorted to eating a sea monster on ONE occasion. Two years ago. As a desperate survival instinct. I ate one single sea monster.

His name was Giovanni, and he was already fatally injured by a harpoon. He specifically told me to put him out of his... His misery and... and... I did so and consumed him.

I would have dropped dead in a couple of days or less without that nourishment. I was starving to death. Literally. Do you judge me for that?

A week later, my fur changed color when I was wet. The news of my kill then spread like wildfire. And so, when I swim off into the ocean, I can overhear people saying 'he's off to save us from those wretched sea monsters,' and stuff like that. It's getting old.

In conclusion, the rumor was born, and it has lasted up until this very day.

I've also gotten more webbing between my toes, much sharper teeth, and I'd say about 2.3% higher swimming speed.

So help me, Neptune, I better not have more changes in my physical appearance within the next few days. I just got the sharp teeth yesterday. Now I can leave a gigantic teeth mark on a rock.

I am a predator sea monster/dog.

I'm known as predatory down here, but, they don't bother me, so I don't bother them. And they rarely bother me. Because, they're scared of me. Like I want them to. *sigh*

But NOW I'm wondering; if I was born a regular dog and gained sea monster attributes, does that make me a sea monster or the same old dog?

Or I could just call myself a sea dog.

When I'm down here, I pretty much eat what I want. I have the guilty pleasure to steal someone's livestock, such as goatfish, when they're not looking, swim far enough away, then eat it. One could call me a lone wolf.

I don't do it as much anymore, but I can't eat kelp or seagrass every time I come down here. So, at rare occasions, I go to the deep for some of the best tasting meat I've tasted...

Whale carcass!

I know what you're thinking, but believe me, it tastes better than it sounds. It is PACKED with protein and nutritional value. If there's nothing else I feel like eating, I go there.

Hopefully without bumping into this giant anglerfish that creeps me out to high heaven. He never gave me his name... He's usually rambling on about how great life is down there. And I care more about my empty stomach than having a full-blown conversation with that guy, so when he does try to talk to me, I don't always pay attention.

Until he mentions whale carcass.

There's not a ton of oxygen that deep down, anyway, so I'm quick to eat until I'm satisfied, then leave before I start suffocating.

And here I am rambling about my ocean life, when I just found a nice sea cucumber!

No, wait, two! Three! Just sitting there on the rock! Four upon closer inspection!

Oh, Galileo, this is the best part of your cruddy morning!

Licking my chops, I made a beeline for the sea cucumber infested rock and started eating. Oh my... I lied before. Sea cucumbers taste great. They supply me with enough energy to take on the day.

I haven't had these in so long...

.............

You know what I sometimes do at night when everyone's finally asleep?

I check on some of the sea monsters, making sure they're okay, even though I overhear comments like 'the ferocious Galileo is stalking his prey.'

I ignore those comments. They're merely the wind beneath my wings. They only lift me higher!

When I'm patrolling in the ocean at night, not much goes on... But what was about to happen tonight is gonna be big, I can feel it in my fur!

Anyway, it started when I saw a boat, with two fishermen conversing. Something about sea monsters being stories, I wasn't paying attention.

After hearing operatic music, I started lulling me to sleep, but before my eyes involuntarily closed, I saw a hand grab a few things from the boat. All I saw was a wrench, a cup, and I think a playing card. I was only a few feet away from the boat, so I couldn't really tell.

My newly gained night vision is at its best underwater. I decided to go under and get a closer look. I heard one of the fishermen shout, then I saw what I wasn't expecting.

A sea monster.

My eyesight, now enhanced, but still blurry, I could only see slit green eyes within a black silhouette. A black silhouette, that got caught in a net. I gasped. It grunted as it tried to escape, but it only got more tangled. Whether it's scared of me or not, I'm helping him! And I know exactly how.

I paddled towards the animal in the net. "Don't move. I'll make this quick." I told him, then I bit at the net, cutting it off with one bite. Then, getting to the holes, a small prick from my teeth cuts it, and within seconds the sea monster is freed. It jumped in the air, then back in the water. I went to follow him, but I stopped when a harpoon sailed through the water and slashed its arm. I winced as it let out a small pained cry.

I have ZERO good experiences with harpoons. Oftentimes even I am mistaken for a sea monster, the humans unaware of what I am. I've been hit with harpoons enough times. How many? I lost count. A lot. But I'm lucky.

The only place I haven't been struck by a harpoon is my chest. And my neck. Clearly my neck. I'd be dead if I got struck in the neck. Humans can have impeccable aim with those things.

Also, and I'm only gonna tell you once: I have an immense fear of harpoons. Always have. Or just sharp objects in general. Hate 'em, hate 'em, stay away from 'em. That's my motto. Don't get me started on knives.

Again, regardless on whether it's afraid of me or not...

"Are you okay?" I asked it. He didn't answer at first. He just held his arm in pain. I'll take that as a no. "Okay, let's get you on land, and I can fix that for you."

The sea monster, finally, spoke a word. "Okay."

Side by side, we swam to the shore of the island. "Okay, let me see it." I told him, reaching for his arm. "Don't touch it!" His voice was in the baritone vocal range.

"I'm not gonna touch it, I just wanna look." I gently took his arm and inspected the cut. He sucked in air through his teeth. The wound was bleeding a bit, but it wasn't deep, so fixing it up won't be a problem.

"Okay, I know what to do, but you're gonna have to trust me." I told him. "Do you trust me?"

I didn't expect him to answer straight away (he didn't), since we just met and don't even know each other's names. He answered me with a nod. "Okay, stay right there, I'll be back in a flash."

I went back down underwater and searched for the closest patch of seaweed I could find. It doesn't have to be very long... Perfect. I found a foot long piece of kelp, pulled it off from the root, then surfaced back to the island.

"Okay, I'm gonna try to clean that wound out. You can hold my paw if you need to. Kay?"

He nodded.

I sucked in water into my mouth, then held it in until I got to his arm again. He took a hold of my paw if it hurt. I squirted the water out on the wound. He only squeezed my paw a bit, moaning in pain. Once my mouth was emptied of water, I wrapped the piece of kelp around the cut and tied a knot.

I made sure it was tight, but not too tight. I don't have any real bandages on me, so this is gonna have to do.

"Alright, that should do it. Leave that on overnight and see if it's still bleeding in the morning." I told him. This was my attempt at first aid, despite never performing it before.

"Okay." He said.

"Do you need me to stay with you for tonight?"

"No, I'll be okay."

"Alright, then." I turned to the water, ready to call it a night. "Hey, wait!" I turned to the sea monster one more time. He smiled at me, "Thank you." I smiled back. "You're welcome."

That felt good. He trusted me... Which is weird, because I don't remember seeing him ONCE. Could I have non-verbally made my first sea monster friend?

Perhaps...

But, its late, I better get to sleep. The thing is, I'm a little too tired to swim back to town. Last time I tried swimming while tired, I drifted into the ocean, and it took me an hour to find the town again.

Why not... Sleep in the ocean for a change? When I come here to vent, the tranquillity usually helps. Actually, I've slept in the ocean before. It was AMAZING. The seagrass fields are the most comfortable. Best part is, they hide you from predators.

So that's what I did. I decided to sleep on the ocean floor. I walked in a circle before laying down. I was instantly feeling more tired. I laid my head down and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Awaiting what tomorrow has to offer.

So... That's the end of this chapter. What do you think of Galileo? What do you think of Socrates?

I felt like putting the "Alberto getting hit in the arm by the harpoons in the beginning" concept in here, and having Galileo help the guy out. Whether he wanted his help or not...

I think we can all agree that he's a very good boy.

Next chapter, Galileo meets our other protagonist.

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Can I request Chris Evans dancing with the reader and it turns into a proposal. I like to listen to 'conversation in the dark' by John legend. it such a beautiful song.

request an imagine

Conversations in the Dark by John Legend

Pairing: Chris Evans x Reader

A/N: I’m so happy you showed me this song, I can’t stop listening to this song now! It truly is beautiful. I hope you enjoy!

Warning(s): None

Word Count: 509

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“That movie is such a classic,” you comment as Chris shuts the television off. You sink deeper into Chris’s arm that was gently encircled around you. “what do you want for dinner?”

Chris gingerly trailed his fingers through your hair, twisting your lips into a smile. Chris rose up to his feet and lowered his hand toward you, implying that you take it. You didn’t question a thing and slide your hand into his. An amused grin curves upon his lips as he leads you to the kitchen, where two speakers were set up on the dinner table.

Chris departed from you for a little bit. You cross your arms over your chest as you watch your lover take out his phone and plug it into the speakers. A tender tune resonates through the room, an unfamiliar melody you might add. Chris made his way back to you and laces his fingertips with yours.

“Dance with me [Y/N].”

Chris softly pulls you close, your chests pressing softly together. The soothing song plays through the air, moving your eyelids to gradually shut while you rest your head upon his chest. Each step was delicate and the lyrics to the song was making your heart melt.

“I want you to listen to every single word to this song [Y/N],” you hear chris request. Your eyes remaining shut, you nod while your lips curl into a smile. “I love you.”

You mumble those three little words back to him as you focus on the words of the song. A little vibration releases from Chris chest as you listen to him hum along to the song. He must have listened to this song before. You feel his arms embrace you tighter as the song was unfortunately coming to an end. You didn’t want to let go either.

Your eyes flutter open once the song comes to an end and Chris released himself from your arms. Out of all the slow dances, that was by far your favorite. The calming music finally faded out and Chris still had his hands interlaced with yours.

“You’re the best thing to ever happen to me [Y/N],” chris admired, his ocean blue eyes piercing into yours. “I promise to be forever faithful to you until the day I die,” chris acknowledged, now dropping down onto one knee. It felt as if your knees have turned into jello. Chris kept his gorgeous eyes on your figure as he reached into his pocket to retrieve a ring box. You choke back a sob as he opens the tiny treasure, revealing the shiniest of ring. “[Y/N] [Y/M/N] [Y/L/N]. Will you marry me?”

No words but only facial expressions and vigorous nods. A small peep of a “yes” was heard, and that sent Chris to engulf you in his muscular arms. He lifted you straight off the ground and swung you around. You bury your face into his neck, tears sliding down your cheek. You couldn’t believe it. Chris was yours. Now, and forever.

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Author Self-Interview

tagged by: @pencilofawesomeness

Name: BlossomingRosebud

Fandoms: Where do I even start...I have written and published stuff before for Genshin Impact, My Hero Academia, Tower of God, Attack on Titan, Voltron: Legendary Defender, the Sonic the Hedgehog series (mostly in the era of yesteryear)...and yes, I’m listing off my AO3 list right now; I’ve also used the world of RWBY, the Warriors series (the books with the cats), and this one Vocaloid song (I really like doing crossovers like that). So yeah, those are some of the things I consider myself in the fandom for, either now or in the past. I’ve also written but not published things for Seven Deadly Sins, Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood, and Fairy Tail, among others. Oh yes, and Umbrella Academy is here too. Other fandoms would include the Heroic Legend of Arslan, The Promised Neverland, SpyxFamily, etc. Just some of the top things, there’s definitely more where that came from. 

Where do you post: AO3. I have been in other places before that, like fanfiction.net and Wattpad....but that is an era come and gone and AO3′s a clear winner for me. Plus whatever I posted back then is probably pretty bad XD

Most popular multi-chapter fic: Angeli Quaeritus, if I’m ranking this by the AO3 kudos.

Most popular oneshot: We Promised We Would Be Together...which funny enough, has exactly the same amount of kudos as Angeli Quaeritus at the time of me writing this. I found it amusing that ol’ Angeli is also my longest continuous fic and this one’s about to surpass it at 4.8% of its size XD

Favorite story you’ve written so far: You...you ask me to pick my favorite child? Hard to say, but honestly, I might have to go with Vision Like a Faded Memory, which also happens to be my one true multi-chapter completed work (59k words). It was just...one of those things I got super into writing in the process of doing so, you know? Plus, completion makes the heart grow fonder lol. Besides that, A Day in the Life of Why Did I Take This Job was also a lot of fun to write and probably takes the place as my favorite short-story/two-shot, and Everything Good and Bright might have to be my favorite one-shot. That one just made me happy.

Fic you were nervous to post: Heh, if anything, probably also Vision like a Faded Memory, just because it was a mystery plot with sci-fi elements that weren’t immediately apparent. Doing a mystery, you have to make an ending that lives up to whatever expectations you build in the reader, and I guess I was afraid it would just...flop? Seem weird or just not that good? But, I’m still happy with it, I think. Didn’t receive many comments on the ending, but the ones I did get seemed to be happy with it, so...there’s that? Maybe some people thought it weird, but hey, as long as I can make a few people happy with my writing, I’m happy. 

How do you choose your titles: Huh...that depends. Some titles, like the ones for one-shots, are of the more wack and oddly-descriptive-of-some-particular-thing-as-well-as-oddly-long variety, like A Day in the Life or How Not to Expel the Restless Spirit Plaguing Your School as a Result of Your Biology Teacher, which I just find fun. For other fics, I guess my goal is to have it be something meaningful if I could come up with anything like that, something relevant to the theme and/or some motif from the fic. Like how Everything Good and Bright is a Snow Queen parody focusing on the “looking at the good things in life” aspect of the story, or how Not By Blood was meant to be found-family-oriented. My favorite approach would be the double meaning, though...like how Angeli Quaeritus (Latin for “Looking for Angels”, for reasons) is this human experimentation story about people in a way making their own “angels,” but it also features all these sad teenagers kind of lost in the world and thus in need of an “angel”, so to speak. Plus it’s a song reference. I make quotes to the song.

Do you outline: Oh yeah. At least, for the big stuff, anyways. A lot of my shorter stories have no outline, and also, I’m not much of a detailed play-by-play kind of outliner. I just like to get an idea of what’s going on, what I want to happen, what the character’s stories and histories are, what’s the big picture. The more convoluted the plot, the bigger the “outline” (or is it more of a planning document?). Plot points and chapters are a thing, but I also got factions and timelines and random but important details to keep up with. There’s also research to keep up with, too. So yeah, my first story to really outline like that was Angeli Quaeritus, but I’m happy to say that more over-complicated plot bunnies have bounced around in my brain since then...

Complete: Not that many, if I’m just looking at AO3. Again, Vision Like a Faded Memory is the main one. I have several one-shots out there too, but if I were just to count the fics that are over 10k words, the others would be... How Not to Expel the Restless Spirit Plaguing Your School as a Result of Your Biology Teacher,  A Day in the Life of Why Did I Take This Job, and Tower to Celestia.

Do you accept prompts: Yeah, sure thing! I haven’t ever done that before or anything, but I’d be open. I might not accept every prompt necessarily, but I’d consider them.

Upcoming story you’re most excited to write about: That’ll definitely have to be the next installments to my Haven’t Seen the Best of Me series, where A Day in the Life and How to Expel the Restless Spirit come from. I have so many notes on that one XD I’d so love to see it really come to fruition

Stories you’re most excited to read: Ooh, yes, well, just looking at my AO3 subscriptions I’m most excited about, that’d have to be Fairy Dance of Death by Catsy, the Poisoned Dreams Continuity by StrangeDiamond, Homuncular Nature by otaku553, Coagulated Chalk by SleepDeprivedFemale, Our Hearts Are Made of Stars by Ruinous, Your Crush is My Love Rival by cathelerein and InkuEko and...The Harbinger’s Apprentice by Cosmoddino (accidentally fell behind but I’m reading it right now). There’s other good works on the list too, but these are probably my nearest and dearest at the moment

tagging @resident-normal-person! If ya wanna...

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[n3onguts]

won’t you stay the night? | timothée chalamet x oc

this is my shameless plug for my original fanfiction series, called “Won’t You Stay The Night?” (click the underlined title!), available on wattpad! it’s my attempt at a more serious piece analyzing love in the modern age, but, let me be clear, it is not a love story.

although i’m super inspired by timothée’s actual persona in writing this story, i still make use of my creative freedom to depict him and other characters as i wish.

i’m uploading the first chapter on tumblr, as a sample for all of you. 

i hope you take a chance on my writing and end up enjoying it. if you do, please send some love my way by checking out the full story on wattpad and voting/commenting on the story or following my profile there for updates on chapters. constructive criticism is also appreciated! thank you all & have a good day <3

CHAPTER 1

I want to admit something.

I couldn't stop thinking about you after the first time we met.

Let's not get it twisted — I am not an obsessive, you know that. I'm quite the opposite, actually. But there was something about you that stuck with me, something about you that turned me into the fawning schoolgirl type.

No, I didn't doodle our combined names over and over in my notebook or meticulously study your class schedule so that I could 'coincidentally' bump into you, but I felt just as crazy.

The night we met — I hope you remember, this was in the winter of 2017 — you had this easy-does-it charisma going for you, a kind of warmth that attracted others, something impossible to replicate. And I knew, from the first second we made contact, that you were the stuff legends were made of.

You came late to Eli's housewarming thing, rose-tinged on your nose and cheeks after rushing through New York's cold to get to her place. This was back when she and Harry were still together, back when she still felt alive. Crazy what heartbreak can do to you, huh?

I spotted you, from the corner of my eye, run in through the door and slam it shut, trying to escape the harshness of late November's blizzards. Snow fell from the sleeves of your coat and melted on the floor. You caused a small puddle to form in Eli's entryway, but she didn't care, she went to hug you anyway.

This was before everything hit. Before you were being mobbed by paparazzi, before you were a regular with the A-lister crowd, before your rapid, organic transformation from 20-something, indie-movie nobody to the Next Big Thing™ — back when we had a semblance of normal and you and I could walk in the humdrum of it all.

There was never any stopping the inevitable prospect of your success. I felt it boiling the first time I saw you on-screen, a weekend before we met, as Kyle in Ladybird, and for every subsequent role after that.

There has always been something about you. And I'd make a list, if I could — your eyes, your manic energy, the way you make every single person you came across feel as though they are the most interesting person in the world: all of the above and so much more.

When you were introduced to me, I'll be honest, I played it cavalier on account of me thinking you were cute. We said our customary "nice to meet you's" and you asked about what I did. I told you I was a film major at Columbia, that I had recently seen your movie. You looked sheepish, I remember, and said, "Ladybird? Ladybird's not my movie. It's all Greta. She masterminded it all." I praised your performance anyway and you laughed, something soft and warm that made my insides flutter like birds, and got even redder (if that was possible), waving away my compliment like you weren't used to admiration.

We talked only a little bit more over the course of the night, and after, I remember hitting myself for not making a better impression on you. Three days later, however, and I got a message from an unknown number. Yours.

It read, "hey nat, it's timothée! not sure if u remember me but we met at your sister's dinner the other night. i hope it's okay that i got your number from her. this is me shooting my shot and wondering if you'd like to get a coffee sometime and get to know each other a bit more? hope to hear from u soon :)"

And just like that, you somehow turned me into a lovesick middle-schooler, squealing over a text.

You've always had the rare ability to do that — make me go from bared teeth and sharpened claws to wanting to be easy, simple, all the opposites of electric and extreme.

And I'll tell you my secret now, the one I always used to refuse to admit — out of pride, I suppose, and fear that once I did, everything else I felt about you would follow out — but here it is, finally, after all this time: I feel so goddamned lucky to have met you, to have known you and loved you.

Too little, too late, is what I've learned. I held back all this love like it was vomit, and now, with nowhere to go, it's stuck as the lump in my throat, emptiness in my chest, water in my eyes.

We were both so fucking bad at this, weren't we?

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author interview tag

tagged by @penguinsledder <3

name: peaches | itsmoonpeaches on AO3

fandoms: Currently, I only write for ATLA/LOK. But, I have also written for Fullmetal Alchemist and Naruto in the past. (I am inactive in the FMA fandom, and I have left the Naruto fandom.) These works are only on my old and dead ff.net account.

where you post: AO3! I also post excerpts on tumblr! I did originally have an ff.net account. It is still up, but it’s very old. As in, I started writing in middle school and the writing is awful. It’s under a different pseud and overall, I’m pretty embarrassed about most of the stories there...oops. If you’re interested in seeing those, more power to you, but I won’t be posting that link publicly LOL. If you want it, message me! (I promise you they are all horrible though...) I also have original short stories posted on Wattpad!

most popular one-shot: In hits and stats, it’s definitely Through Lifetimes. In terms of what I actually think is the most popular, it’s What Was, What Is. Why do I think it’s the most popular? It has more comments and feedback than Through Lifetimes, and for some reason it’s the one-shot that gets the most consistently recommended, so thank you guys for that! :)

most popular multi-chapter fic: Easily The Ghosts That We Knew. But to be fair, I don’t have many multi-chapter fics to choose from!

favorite story you’ve written so far: I’ve said this so many times hahaha! It’s again, The Ghosts That We Knew. This story is very close to my heart <3 I combined a story from my childhood and ATLA/LOK lore to make something different, and I had so much fun doing it. Though, Society in the Legacy series comes as a close second!

fic you were nervous to post: This might be a weird one, but it was (oddly enough), Making Faces. This was because it’s a spiritual-like fic? It’s very different from my usual stuff. It doesn’t have a tangible story like most of my writing does, and instead explores snippets of romantic relationships of different Avatars and how they related to the Japanese legend of having the face of someone you loved most in a past life. You know, that TikTok that was going around the ATLA/LOK fandom a while back. (can’t find the TikTok, but I have a picture)

how you choose your titles: It really depends. I don’t think I have a process at all...they just kind of happen. It does depend on the kind of story I’m writing though. If the mood of the story calls for it, I might do a longer title or something based off a song title. For some reason, the song title ones tend to be a little more based on emotion, especially depending on what the song is about. From the top of my head, Turning Page, The Ghosts That We Knew, and The Lights That Guide You, all have some sort of emotional vibe to them and are based off song titles. But things written as part of a series usually have titles that relate to each other like the Legacy series which are all one word, the Ten Thousand Things series all have to do with books, Lost My Heart In Republic City are all based off the Kataang Week 2020 prompts, and Identity Theft are all titles that are question. 

Ok I basically just pasted half my fics here 😅

do you outline: Yes and no. I’m a weird writer. I’m a plantser. I plan and I pants. Meaning I also kind of make it up as I go. BUT again this depends on what I’m writing. If I’m writing a fic or an original short story my “outline” is really just a paragraph of notes on the document that I loosely use as a guideline until I finish writing the thing. If it’s an original story, as in a book (I’m on my second one), I have an entire handwritten journal that I call my “Story Bible” where I sketch characters and scenes, outline chapters, have character bios etc. that I look back on as I write. 

complete: Most are complete! I’ve learned from my early fic days and I tend to focus on one story at a time.

in progress: Ten Thousand Things is in progress, but it only has 1 part left. You could also say Identity Theft is in progress, but these one-shots are not as interwoven with each other, and really could just be read without the others. It’s also kind of the series that I see as my fallback if I want to get off the angst train and have a horrible attempt at comedy. (I’m really bad at comedy.)

coming soon/not yet started: Coming soon is another one-shot. I write a lot of one-shots and I am very aware of this HAH. It’s me taking a break from the emotional rollercoaster of Ten Thousand Things, and instead writing a fluff fic of a toddler Aang and Gyatso getting to know each other. I’m also almost done with the final part of Ten Thousand Things, which will be coming first.

Not yet started? A short multi-chapter Kataang fic with more Spirit World shenanigans. I technically have notes on it already, but just need to be in the right headspace for it, if that makes sense. I already love Spirit World stuff, and I had such a good time adding Filipino folklore elements into The Ghosts That We Knew, that I wanted to do it again. So, expect that kind of thing again!

do you accept prompts: I’m open to it! I always like a challenge, but I do also have my own ideas. I’ll be honest though, I’ve never been asked to write a prompt before!

upcoming story you are most excited to write: The Kataang Spirit World fic, of course! I think I have some fun ideas that will be fun! It’ll be a more contained story than my previous one, but since Sokka is more involved I am getting excited for it!

This was fun! A lot of the people I would want to tag have already been tagged, so I’ll keep it short and sweet. Tagging @koala-otter and @wildonionhats! You can do this if you want, and if anyone else wants to do this, please go ahead! :)

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[despressolattes]

AFTERMATH | CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE | LEGACIES

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on that note, Side Character (book one to this) is at 136k reads on wattpad! ahhh

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I ran into the room to see Alaric and Hope together again, this time with Rafael.

"Sorry, I came as soon as I can," I said when all of the eyes shifted to me.

I walked behind Rafael, placing my hands on his shoulders and squeezing them supportively, eying the massive mark on his arm that I was sure was hurting him.

"This happened to you in a nightmare? Are you sure?" Alaric asked him, examining it.

"Look, I know that it sounds crazy, but I was studying and then I fell asleep, and then I just started dreaming about..." he trailed off, looking up at me.

I rubbed my thumb up and down on his upper arm in an attempt to be endearing.

"About what?" Hope asked softly.

"Um... um... one of my old, uh, foster dads," he finally said, looking down. "He was in the library, and he had this old belt that he used to use on me."

At that moment, I wanted the bastards address. I swear, I just wanted to talk. With my fists. Lots of talking with my fists.

"Do you remember anything else?" asked Hope

"Yeah," he said, and I couldn't tell if his distracted demeanor was because of how traumatizing the dream was, or because of something else. He couldn't look me straight in the face, even if he was tilting his head up in my direction. "There was, there was this woman there, too. She was wearing an... and old, black dress, and... and a veil."

"So creepy, dead, wedding lady," I said sarcastically, hoping to be some sort of comic relief.

Totally ignoring my comment, Rafael continued with his description as I massages his shoulders. He put a hand on one of mine, keeping it there. "She told you, 'You know what I want.'"

"The urn," Hope said, giving us a knowing look.

I shook my head, sighing as Alaric let out a deep breath.

"Sounds like our next monster showed up," he said, walking towards his book shelf. "You know, every culture on Earth has legends about creatures that only appear in dreams. But a woman in a black dress and a veil is pretty specific."

"So, does that mean she can, like, control what we see in our dreams?" Rafael asked. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, at how panicked he seemed. "That she can put stuff in our, in our heads, right?"

"It's possible," I said, going back to trying to soothe him by rubbing his back. He wasn't relaxing, just nodding.

"Does this look familiar?"Alaric asked him, showing him a page from the book he was flipping through.

He nodded again.

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"Our latest monster is a Night Hag," Alaric said, beginning to give the students a run down on what she is, and what she can do.

He told them again that if they wanted to evacuate, they were permitted to do so. The only thing those who stayed at the school could possibly do, was to try to stay awake. While many people groaned at the thought of it and many got out as soon as they could, a handful of people remained.

I sat in my dorm, looking through the old journals finally. I thought maybe there was something I had seen, or Elijah, or my mom, that could help with Malivore. But how could they? When Malivore was meant to be hidden from everyone's memory in the first place and the monsters connected to it.

My phone beeped, and I looked down.

Mi amore

I sighed, picking it up. I clicked on his contact before even reading his text, finally changing what I couldn't bring myself to change.

Roman Sienna

Hey, heard about the newest monster. MG called him Freddy Kruegar? Stay safe, Lilah Rae. Take care of our friends, too. I wish I could be there. I probably won't sleep at all tonight either, thinking about the troubles you're all in.

I smiled at the text, thinking it was sweet that he checked in like that despite us being broken up. I missed him so much, but I was pushing it to the side with the dilemmas at hand, like I do with all my problems. The people that are meant to love me the most: Roman, my mom, I sent them all away.

I always keep those I love most at a distance, don't I?

Hope walked inside, looking overwhelmed.

"Landon keeps trying to ask me all these questions," she sighed, sitting down next to me.

I moved the journals as she plopped down, shutting them to give my cousin my full attention. In these past few months, she really changed from the angry vengeful Mikaelson daughter she was.

"That's what having a boyfriend is like, cousin," I laughed. "It's called healthy communication."

"He wants to know about the amnesia trip," she sighed.

"Which is also normal, Hope."

"I just want him to evacuate!" she grumbled.

"He's not going anywhere as long as you're here, he loves you."

"Roman left?"

"Should I be offended?" I asked.

She sighed, rubbing her temples. "No, no. That... I didn't meant it like that. I just mean... how did you and Roman get through it?"

"You and Landon are definitely perfect for each other," I chuckled, recalling how he asked me the same exact question. "I'm going to tell you the same thing I told him: Communication is key, and us Mikaelsons, we suck at it. The whole world knows that. Maybe Roman and I just understood to let our relationship run its course because of how long we've been alive, maybe the way I was was too much for him to handle. Let's remember, he's not here right now, is he? I put Roman though a lot of tests, things that I can't believe we made it through. It wasn't healthy for the most part, I know that. But we grew together, because we communicated... eventually. Don't compare you and Landon to me and Roman, though, Hope. We're no you and Landon."

She sighed, leaning her head on my shoulder.

"I liked it better when I was antisocial."

"I didn't," I laughed. "Now, no sleeping."

"Yes, mom," she said sarcastically, getting up. "I'm going to go study."

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"The senior witch faculty has mixed together a batch of energy herbs to help you stay awake. So, for those of you who are not  getting on the evacuation bus, for lack of the better term, please dose yourselves responsibly," Alaric said over the P.A system.

"Hey, wolf boy," I said, walking over to him where he sat by the turret. I looked at the welt on his hand, sighing. "All the research I've been doing says this bitch shouldn't have even been able to affect our reality."

"Woah, language, advanced original," he laughed, closing his book.

"It's updated original, thank you very much," I said. "Don't stop studying just because I'm here."

He handed me it, and said, "Maybe you can vamp read it and tell me what it says."

"Nuh-uh. Put in the work, wolfie," I shook my head, laughing as I handed it back.

"C'monnn, tell me a story," he said, trying to hand it back. "Specifically this one."

"Bedtime stories when we're not supposed to be sleeping? Bad call, Raf."

"This hag knows I ain't know where the urn is," he shrugged. "I can go get me some beauty sleep."

"I would advise against that, my good sir."

"Fine, fine," he shrugged. "I'm real tired though."

"You seriously want to sleep after that?" I asked, pointing at his wrist.

"Kinda," he said.

I pursed my lips together, thinking up just the right thing we could do to get around the Night Hag hurting us some more.

"Come with me," I said, putting my hand out for him as I stood up.

"To where?" he asked, grabbing on to it and letting me pull him up.

"Do you trust me?"

"More than most people here," he shrugged.

"Then, c'mon," I beamed, happy with his answer.

CHAPTER TWENTY TWO

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"Grip is my ultimate...If I was forced, gun-to-the head, to make one book boyfriend real to be mine, it would be him. No questions asked."

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“Mmmmm, that looks good.” The comment grabs my attention, and I find myself smiling for the first time since I left Bristol. As she walks toward me, the approaching sunset paints the roof in shadows, but I see her clearly. Dark hair, burnished in places, falls around her shoulders. She has already discarded the dress she wore at lunch today in favor of a T-shirt and nothing else; it’s the one I just tossed into the hamper. She tugs at my HABITUAL LINE STEPPER T-shirt, the hem landing at the top of her thighs. Where the T-shirt stops, my eyes keep going, past the lean muscles of her legs and the cut of her calves, the delicate bones of her ankles and to her bare feet. I love this girl, head to toe. Beyond this gorgeous packaging, it’s everything beneath that makes me beyond grateful she’s mine. The loyalty, the bottomless pit that is her heart, her sense of humor. The toughest girl I know is also the most tender, and I’m so honored I get to see both sides, all her sides. “You out of clean clothes?” I nod to my T-shirt. “You gotta wear my dirty stuff now?” An impish smile tugs at her bare lips. She’s washed away her makeup, and with it, all the sophistication she wraps around herself for her job. Up on this roof in my T-shirt, she’s just my girl. I love her in every iteration, but this is the one only I get to see, so it’s probably my favorite. “I have clean clothes.” She steps close enough for me to smell her scent and mine mingling in the fabric. “I like the way this shirt smells.” I drop a look over her, my eyes resting on the curves of her breasts in the soft cotton, where her nipples have gone taut under my stare. “How does the shirt smell?” I ask, my voice as smoky as the steaks I should be paying attention to. “Like you.” She leans forward until her breasts press into my chest. “It smells like you.” My hands are twitching to touch her, and I finally surrender, slipping under the shirt to grasp her waist, pulling her up the few inches until our lips meet. I’ve been thinking about these steaks all day, and before Bristol arrived, I thought I was starving—but this, what I feel having her in my arms after hours apart, this is starving. It starts in my balls and tunnels up through my chest, infiltrates my heart, and presses its way to my mouth, which is open and devouring in a lips-searching, tongues-dueling kiss. I grip her by the ass, grinding our bodies together until the texture of her skin and mine, the scents of her skin and mine meld into this one panting, voracious thing that never seems to get enough. “You better not burn my steak,” Bristol pants in between kisses. I angle my head to send my tongue deeper into her mouth, holding her still, teasing her until she’s straining up, open and begging when I pull back. “Grip.” My name is a whimpering complaint. She cups my neck and tugs my head back down. “Oh, no.” I resist, laugh, and turn to the grill. “You were so concerned about me burning these steaks, Ms. Medium Rare.” “I am.” She slides her arms around me from behind and I feel a sweet sting, her teeth gently biting my shoulder through my T-shirt. I love it when she bites me, but I’m not giving her that satisfaction yet. “But that doesn’t mean you get to stop kissing me. You have to multitask.” One slim hand slides over my abs and past my belt to cup me through my jeans. Damn. Not sure how long I can keep up this charade that I don’t want to screw her into the wall on the roof where anyone with half a telescope could see. “Wow,” I say, keeping my tone unaffected, though she’s gotta feel me getting longer and harder in her hand. “Somebody’s horny as hell.” She makes a sound that’s half outraged laughter, half indignant grunt before stepping around to stand in front of me by the grill. “I will not be slut-shamed by my own boyfriend.” Amusement lights her eyes, turning them to quicksilver. “Shamed?” I put down the grilling fork I’m using for the steaks and reach for her again. “No shame in being horny for me, baby. I wanna give you a gold star.” Her eyes slide down to the erection poking her in the stomach. “Is that what we’re calling it now? Should we name it?” “Guys who have to name their dicks probably aren’t using ’em right.” “So I ask again . . . should we name it?” I cock a brow and press our hips together. “Are you implying that I don’t know how to use mine? Because that’s not the impression I got this morning when you came so hard you were singing like a bird.” She tilts her head, her eyes wide and considering. “Did you say like a bird?” A small smile plays around her lips. “What made you say that?” “I don’t know.” I give a careless shrug. “Why?” “It’s silly,” she says, rolling her eyes in self-derision. “I was thinking today when I laughed it sounded like . . .” Bristol blushes about once every Halley’s Comet, so the color washing across her cheeks makes me wonder. “What?” I probe. “Your laugh sounded like what?” “Like a happy bird,” she mumbles, peering up at me like I’m going to laugh in her face. Which I do. “Stop laughing at me.” She narrows her eyes in mock warning. “Right.” I dip my head to catch her eyes and tease her. “Because when you tell me you laugh like a happy bird I’m just supposed let you get away with that.” “I’m not telling you things anymore.” She narrows her eyes and folds her arms over her chest. “Yeah, right. I’m your best friend.” I pull her back into me. “You’ll tell me everything like you always do.” “You are, you know.” Her voice softens. “My best friend, I mean.” When she looks at me like this, her eyes stripped of every defense, no guard in sight, completely honest and open and vulnerable, I feel slightly invincible. It’s a trick of the heart, I know, but I can’t help but think that as long as she looks at me like this, there isn’t anything I couldn’t survive, that our love is the stuff of legends, rolled in Teflon, disaster-proof. I’m as fanciful as Bristol, my laughing bird. “You’re mine, too,” I echo her sentiment. “My best friend.” “I won’t tell Rhyson,” she promises with a grin. “I’m pretty sure he spits the same line to Kai.” I keep a straight face. “We have to say that shit to get laid.” “I hate you.” “Orrrrrrrrr do you love me and want to blow me after dinner?” I shrug and lift my hands, my palms up. “Just saying. Listen to your heart, Bristol. Listen to your heart.” “I’m listening to my belly right now, smartass, and it’s growling. Feed me.” “Like my mama used to say, ain’t no freeloaders in this house. What’ll you give me for feeding you?” “Um . . .” “I do have a suggestion, if you’re searching.” “Let me guess—you have a ‘Will fuck for food’ sign up here somewhere?” “I used bubble letters.” I laugh and give her ass a light smack. “You can barter that booty.” It’s so damn easy with Bristol—our banter, the chemistry, the perfect rhythm of our conversation. It was one of the first things I noticed when we met all those years ago. We didn’t read each other’s minds or finish each other’s sentences. It wasn’t cosmic, but it was a connection that seized me by the brain and grabbed me by the balls. She was as smart as she was sexy, as curious as she was forthcoming. There were years in between when we made things complicated, when things were strained, but now with our hearts settled on each other for good, it’s simple. This. Her. Us.

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