#writing gabs

[babyjackdaniels]

#fox writes imagines #I could totally see myself having a good gab sesh with him #marvel #moon knight #steven grant #steven grant x reader #marvel imagine #moon knight x reader #moon knight imagine #steven grant imagine #steven grant x reader imagine

[bbrissonn]

Request for Kylian! When y/n is the one supporting in Ethan’s games cause kylian is out with Hakimi in New York (or somewhere) and then the players in other team keeps flirting with y/n and Ethan is protective and told everything to Kylian and he gets mad or something like that hehehehe

under the cut !

okay so i decided to use the ethan’s first game with the first team during the world cup so yeah:))

warnings: not proofread

You were currently sitting a booth next to the Mbappé parents, along with their older brother, his wife and their kids. A smile was plastered on your face as you watch Ethan sub into the match, all of you yelling as the announcer said his name, making him chuckle a bit. Soon, you received a text from Kylian along with a voice message. You jumped a bit as you clicked play, only for your boyfriend’s voice to start yelling like a maniac, making everyone look at you. 

“He’s a little excited if you can’t tell.” You said with a small smile to Wilfrid, who only shook his head with a laugh, not surprised by how his son was acting. 

Later, you found yourself standing in the spot you’ve waited for Kylian so many times, only this time you were waiting for his little brother. The rest of his family had decided to go wait in the car, leaving you all alone. At first, you didn’t mind, you had done this millions of time, but you quickly changed your mind as a couple of players from the other team approached you. 

“Hey, pretty girl. Changed your mind since we spoke?” One of them asked, making you roll your eyes. The last time they had played here, the same boys had approached, wanting to take you back to their hotel room, but Kylian was quick to step in. Only this time, he wasn’t there, and you knew the boys knew that it gave them an advantage. 

“Nope.” You said, your focus staying on your phone, not wanting them to think they had your attention. 

“Why not? You’re little guard dog isn’t here, he doesn’t need to know.” One of the other boys said, almost making you gag at his word. You were about to make a snarky comeback, but Ethan’s voice beat you. 

“Leave her alone.” He said as he stood in between the three guys and you, making them laugh before looking at the boy. 

“Ethan, drop it, okay? Let’s go.” You said, grabbing the younger boy by the arm and pulling him away before things escalated. 

~

“Are you okay?” Kylian asked as soon as you answered his phone call, making you chuckle a bit. 

“Well, hello to you too, Kyky. How was my day? It was great, how was yours? Wow, no way that happened!” You spoke, your voice laced with sarcasm, making him roll his eyes. 

“Chérie, I’m serious.” 

“Yes, I am okay, Kylian. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Because those assholes came up to you again!” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, making you roll your eyes at his words. 

“Ky, you’re being a bit dramatic, babe.” 

“Nuh-uh. You’re the one who’s being too casual about this! I swear the next time we play them I am gonna--” 

“You’re gonna go nothing, Kylian.” You cut him off, your tone sharp and strict, making him whine into the phone. 

#gab writes #idk how to finish blurbs #lol #kylian mbappe #kylian mbappe x reader #kylian mbappe imagine #kylian mbappe imagines #kylian mbappe blurb

[randomingoftherandomness]

The way Jihyuk's confession is tinged with such sweet sorrow... Let me explain.

I'm probably off base and just. Reading into the acting choices that Na Inwoo is making right now, but like. It's so sad. Like, he's saying it and you as the audience knows he means it, but there's this sense of "ah, but i know she won't actually say yes even if i bare my all to her". And he's doing just that. He's laying it down on the table for her to see that he's absolutely sincere about her and he is 100% sure and serious about her.

But what thrills me to no end about his confession is how he also lays out the boundaries for her without disrespecting himself. He tells her to take her time to think about it but not to reject him outright, and how he won't pressure her or push the issue, and in the next moment actively SHOWS her and articulates to her that he won't be jumping into the same taxi as she is and will be taking the next one.

Jihyuk continuously walks the talk when he tells her she can rely on him. He fulfils his promise to teach her martial arts and gives actionable advice. He is quick to notice (something Jiwon picks up on) that her proposal is getting hijacked and tacitly plays along. Of course, you could argue that him being from the future has already given him insight that the Manager in charge is gonna land himself in hot water, BUT STILL :D

Is it any wonder how he is the greenest green of flags? ;A; Also sidenote, the way Na Inwoo was acting out the confession scene reminded me a lot of this very beloved cinematic moment of mine

And to a slighter degree, it reminded me of the moment where Hua Cheng tells Xie Lian "... I am your most ardent devotee"

i'm gonna go scream into a bed of moss rn

#marry my husband #na in woo #park min young #kdrama #i started 2024 with a drama that has me in a chokehold #gab writes stuff #je ne regrette rien

[kzbrekkerr]

— real. | kaz brekker.

hi! welcome to this new kaz blog ig! this is just a tiny blurb and the main quote is from an amazing blog @thesuntomyshadows. hope you enjoy it, and feel free to ask anything!

summary: when y/n saw the real kaz. quote based "i don't really believe in guns." x "well trust me, they're very real." with fem!crow!reader x kaz. 😋

Kaz's witch wasn't really sure when she started working with dirty hands.

it should've started with a one time thing. easy job. doing whatever it was he said it and getting some great amount of kruges out of it.

unfortunately, a one time thing became four, five and six, and within months she started to be part of a barrel gang - something she promised to the saints and her father she would never do. y/n wouldn't admit it, but it was way to easy to fell in love with all of kaz's razzle dazzle.

this time, though, it should've been an easy one. the girl didn't had a lot of details, but once it was just her, jesper and the boss himself, she considered it to be a small thing. do some pretending, get into a simple fight, and get out of there with whatever it was that kaz needed.

"just a little something before you do your thing."

it was her usual job. being bait. hiding poorly in the corner's, pretending to be helpless and desperate, before pulling one of her favorite tricks at one of the disgusting pekka rolling's man. but it was no surprise to anyone that kaz brekker's witch was able to do a lot of things with her hands, even though no one were really sure how.

the improvising part of the plans weren't really y/n's cup of tea. but working for the bastard of the barrel always came with a surprise. kaz never let anything more than the bare minimum slip. nevertheless, she accepted whatever he needed it, never questioning it. it was unpredictable, almost cruel.

until he holds out a gun for her. taking it quietly, observing the piece like she'd never seen it before, it was too heavy, too violent, and definitely way out of anything the girl ever agreed on doing. jesper would probably find that funny. messing with people's hearts was okay, but guns? crossing the line.

"i don't really.." she gulped, fixing her own dress skirt. the dark grey flannel wasn't even close to nina's sunny orange, or inej's elegant turquoise. but it was discreet and delicate, it was y/n's. looking at the gun one more time, she continued. "i don't really believe in guns."

the girl delicatetly pushed it back to his gloved hands, with a tiny smile on her face. y/n knew that doing that was equivalent to walking on thin ice; denying anything to boss, in a particular dangerous moment, wasn't her best idea.

"well," the boy stared at her. the intense gaze seemed to last forever, while the girl could feel the deep blue orbes burning into her skin. he accepted the piece. "trust me, they're very much real." the stern voice, the usual. no sympathy for the girl's dislikes about the weapon, or simply a consideration of changing a tiny bit of one of his plans. not that she was expecting it. "now take it."

quickly, he put it back on her soft hands - the one's that looked like it haven't seen a day of work - slowly securing it, showing her the way she should hold a piece like that. the boy's stare traveled from her hands to her eyes once more, in a silent question if it was really okay. the girl nodded.

"go ahead then."

the crow king whispered, and placed her finger on the trigger. it almost felt like someone else. she couldn't really put her finger to it, but y/n would swear on her whole life she saw the way his gaze softened. even for just a moment. the girl nodded once more, and with a tiny smile - a real one, this time - she secured the gun in her hand.

"ready to go, boss?" jesper didn't gave her enough time to go back to her designated place, so the grin was placed on the gunslinger's face while he payed a lot of attention to the scene happening in front of him.

the girl took a step back, fixing up her skirt once more - like it needed to - and gave her friend a tiny smile. brekker, on the other hand, simply nodded, taking a deep breath, and fixed his already messy dark hair. it was show time, and the trickster needed to be ready.

there she find him again. the bastard of the barrel. the deadliest boy in ketterdam.

and even if it were just for a single second, y/n felt something different when she saw the real kaz brekker. even though the crow girl couldn't really figure it out what it was yet.

#kaz brekker x reader #gab writes 💀 #kaz brekker #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine #kaz brekker writing #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows

[maybanksx]

LOW BLOW | JJ MAYBANK.

routledge!reader x jj maybank. bonfire moments and jj being the little shit he is!

"john b's such a cockblock." she huffed, bending her knees and almost falling into the, already, cold sand. as annoyed as she could've looked, her eyes still held a some sort of hope, the night wasn't over yet.

"he's at it again?" kie plopped down, right next to her best friend, crossed-leg and a blunt between her fingers, furrowing her eyebrows.

"he didn't even say anything this time-" she groaned, hiding her face through her hands, the whole bunch of friendship bracelets covering her wrists. "the death glare was enough to not let anyone come closer." she heard the brown haired girl giggle, already high enough to be feeling good about everything, but still fast enough to notice when y/n pointed at a figure, that was close enough all this time, and heard all of the small talk they were having. "and that's almost your fault as well!"

it was easy enough to recognize him in the crowd. the dirty blonde hair - already messed up from the hat- the kildare used shirt and no shoes. jj was hearing, with a shit eating grin on his face, and two red cups in his hands.

the boy sat right next to both of them. handing y/n one cup of the cheap beer they had at the keg, which led to her taking a sip, before passing the cup to kiara, who did the same, and handed right back to the other girl.

"goody-goody can't end up hooking up with some random touron.." it was jj time to speak. the teasing, almost cheerful tone was loud enough for anyone paying attention to hear. gladly they were at a pretty busy bonfire, and everyone was intoxicated enough to not care. "y'know, y/n/n, your brother would've killed me if i didn't do anything, and c'mon, what if they're like, waiting to kidnap you, or worst, they might have a std and - ouch!"

the girl's elbow poked right through the blonde boy's ribs, letting him take a hand to the spot, forming a big pout on his face. kie giggled. "that's so disgusting, don't say it like that." the grimace on her face made the young routledge forget the whole hooking up night in a second.

"low blow, dove." he was still rubbing his ribs. y/n simply smiled.

jj got lost in it for a second. it was all he could do and no one should blame him for it. the way she did it, delicate and smooth, genuine, without a care in the world, made something inside the maybank boy feel different. anxious, almost excited, but different.

he was joking, soft hearted and all, and she knew it. it was a regular thing between them, the teasing and making fun, never crossing any lines, but still, y/n being the y/n the pogues knew, mumbled a tiny "sorry". if she bumped into a door, she would've say sorry, so even though it was on purpose, she still apologized.

"i know you guys are worried, but i just-" y/n sighed, leaning her head on top of her palm, shoulders falling down. she wasn't truly upset, a little disappointed at herself, maybe. "i wish i could do it just like you guys do."

jj would be lying if he said it didn't feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction to almost kill that boy with his eyes. probably a touron, wearing sunglasses - even in the evening, which was a stupid move - and a confident grin, that tried to make him look like he owned the island, but to jj it was exactly the opposite. the floral shirt and the way he was looking at his best friend's sister's ass was making his blood boil. and still, the last thing he wanted was to make her feel blue about herself.

"all right, c'mon." he stood up, patting his pair of shorts, taking part of the sand out. "you ladies should quit moping and try to defy me, and my incredible pong performance."

"not a chance." kie answers first, taking another drag of her blunt - little braids covering her forehead and face, that was already flushed - shaking her head right after. "i'm alright."

"okay, we lost the first one." the ocean blue eyes took the direction they've been wanting to take all night. raising one of his hands, so y/n could took it. "dove, how does that sound to you?"

the girl pretended to think about it. the way her face scrunched, just like her brother's - and exactly like big john, or what jj remembers of it - before letting her head fall softly to the side, accepting his hand to get up.

"you ready to lose, maybank?" she said, crossing her arms, while walking through the beach where the improvised pong table was, holding in her laugh as long as she could.

"you're the light-headed one!" he defended himself, catching up to her, following right by her side. "two cups and you're already dizzy, if anything, i'm the one winning tonight."

"shut up."

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj x routledge!reader #jj maybank x Routledge!reader #jj #obx x reader #🎟️ — gab writes: jj maybank! #obx #outer banks #outer banks x reader

[altschmerzes]

i sent thirteen extremely terrifying and adrenaline inducing emails to professors asking for help finding an articling position please clap

#gav gab #THIRTEEN. THIRTEEN IS SO MANY EMAILS. #two of them emailed me back while i was still emailing the rest of them #and the sheer heart-stopping terror of seeing a new email pop into my inbox #while i was already on edge from writing those #was like. why does anyone do extreme sports. when they could email professors and ask for help instead. #gav goes to law school

[foundfamilywhump]

Since we’re sharing niche whump tropes we like - I love when someone the whumpee isn’t particularly close to ends up in a caretaker role. Especially when they end of being protective of the whumpee, despite being fully out of their depth in this situation. Think: the neighbor you’re friendly with but don’t really know, a family member’s best friend, or a friend’s parent, etc. Someone the whumpee doesn’t have a bad relationship with, but only really knows peripherally.

The caretaker is only temporarily in this role, until whumpee can be reunited with their Person, but I love the blurring of those relationships, the response to seeing someone who needs help and not hesitating to offer it. It’s also the sheer panic of being thrust into something they’re not prepared for, but knowing that someone else needs them to be calm and cool and provide that foundation until things are alright again. It’s about the vulnerability! It’s about love! It’s about the care we owe each other!

YES OH YES THIS IS GREAT!!!! i love this sort of thing for the potential of it. like. not a bad relationship but a tangential relationship. it's something i'm writing about in a fic right now actually, and gosh it's so fun.

it reminds me of a bit in grey's anatomy right where the main protagonist's romantic interest decides to take it upon himself to take care of her best friend while the best friend is in a like. really fragile state of ptsd following a serious trauma. and he tells her at one point like. i would not have picked you to be part of my life. but [protagonist] did. you're her family and that makes you my family too. it's a concept i'm obsessed with. love by association. the way you love a cousin you've never met, or the friend of your child who's treated them well but has been very far from you. it's so good.

and then in a whump context it's a doubly compelling dynamic because of the risk taking and vulnerability inherent in allowing someone to care for you when wounded and traumatized. the sheer panic from BOTH of them - can i do this, can i take care of this person and also can i do this, can i trust this person. is their goodwill towards the person we share in common enough to earn me this kind of grace. etc. the vulnerability! the love! the care we owe each other!!! it obsesses me thank you.

#i want to write about this so much now #define-lying #gav gab #gav answers #THANK YOU I LOVE GETTING ASKS HERE #VERY MUCH #whump #whump dynamics #character dynamics #whump aftermath #aftermath #recovery #ough

[lookbluesoup]

I think something that gets missed in a lot of the "good guy characters are boring" debates online is that there doesn't actually have to be a debate. There needs to be a deliberate awareness that conflict is what drives story. And the source of the conflict doesn't have to just belong to the narrative.

Good guys can be incredibly interesting and dynamic if given the chance.

I do think it's harder to write a compelling hero than it is to write a compelling bad guy (or even antihero) because... villains are usually about conflict. They create competing interests. It's usually their specific function in a story. They often surrender to their impulses, and sometimes they say what we, the audience, are thinking - because a lot of good villains are characters who took a noble idea to an ignoble extreme.

And in a sense, "good guys" can seem flat compared to the villain, depending on how the story is written. If they're just nice, polite, moral, mild-mannered. always have self-control, always know what to do, never face any serious challenges to their morality then... there's no real innate conflict. There are no questions to answer.

But in real life? It is really. really. hard. to be good. Which I think can even make the hero characters like this feel a bit threatening or disconnected from the viewer.

There is so much potential to show the hero being human in stories, that gets missed. The good guy becomes a lot more interesting when they have serious reasons to doubt themselves or their ideals - and even if they don't doubt them, then that stubbornness becomes much more narratively significant.

Or times when doing the good thing means going against what their friends or family want, what other people who claim to share their beliefs want, or what we the audience want that puts them in danger of ostracism or injury. When they choose to do something radically, dangerously, kind in a situation when we, the audience, would expect and understand them to do otherwise. When they face backlash for it. When their kindness isn't repaid. The person they want to help spits in their face, or didn't want help to begin with.

I'm not just talking about a character who sticks to their guns and stays upbeat. Those are difficult things to go through, even if you've got healthy coping mechanisms. Letting the character struggle with it, in one way or another, makes it more believable. Even if they still make the right choice in the end each time.

All that being said, if someone is enjoying a character who's just... good. Who doesn't face any serious conflicts in their story, who always wins and gets to go home happy at the end of the day? Maybe it's that person's real life that has the conflict, the stress, the unresolved questions and tension. Maybe that good guy is the balance to the villains running rampart in their real life day to day, and they need to see that character win, over and over, to balance it out and keep hoping.

We live in a world today where there's... a LOT of conflict. Every day. Everywhere. News spits it in our faces because bad news sells better. Work can be hard to do and hard to find. Family can be difficult to deal with. Health can be stressful.

So I don't think it's wrong for some people to want to read "simple" stories where the good guys can just be good, because stories are humanity's mythology. It's our escape. It's how we give context to our lives. We need "good guys" just like we need "bad guys."

#wyn gabs #storytelling #writing #text #long post

[lucyflawless]

"Xena and Gabrielle weren't canon"

They were canonically life partners that raised a child together: Xena canonically considers Gabrielle "the father", and Eve as "our daughter". They were canonically soulmates: they referred to eachother as such, others referred to them as such, and Xena was the only one who could pass through the soulmate flamesTM to revive Gabrielle. They canonically kissed multiple times. Xena canonically gave Gabrielle a love poem written by Sappho.

It relied on mostly subtext due to the network, but with every watch through I discover another piece of undeniable confirmation that they were a couple. Just because something isn't explicitly and overtly written in neon lights, doesn't make it less of an obvious and canonical choice. Creators, writers and actors have subsequently come out and confirmed they were a couple. XWP paved the way for other wlw shows, it absolutely set the stage for others to be more explicit, and I'm so tired of it being considered less than because Xena and Gabrielle didn't explicitly state their sexuality/identity... They didn't need to, it's so obvious!

#i swear to god xena and gabs couldve finger fucked on screen and thered still be people like 'aw best friends aw sisters" #PLEASE #xena warrior princess #anyway i saw a post and i had to write this i feel calm again now

[wrencatte]

mini-fic 4 (ish)!!

pre-Survivor Bravo and Gabs learn about Cal's psychometry - and I give Cal a sniper rifle. Bravo POV. 1.3k

Cal smiles and says, “Blasters aren’t the Jedi way,” in that tone that he thinks makes him sound all-wise and mysterious, but Bravo’s heard that same tone when he tried to cover up his latest cooking disaster, so he doesn’t. buy it for a second. Gabs doesn’t even bother covering her laugh. Cal pointedly shifts to turn his back on her, focusing his attention on Bravo instead.

The pilot grins and taps the table between them, bringing the Jedi’s focus back to the dismantled DH-447 rifle on it. “C’mon, man. What happens if you lose your fancy lasersword?”

“I won’t lose it.”

“But if you did?”

“I have the Force.”

“Cal.”

“Bravo.” But Cal’s laughing, which makes him feel better about needling him like this. “I seriously doubt I’ll ever end up in a situation where I’ll have to snipe someone. And, if for some reason, I end up without my ‘saber, I’ll probably pick up a normal blaster or something. I don’t need to know how to use that.”

“You never know,” Braco insists. Cal sighs. “Listen. We’ve landed on a perfectly good planet to give it a shot. There’s no one around to see you if you’re that worried about embarrassing yourself.”

Cal glares at him. Bravo just smirks and shrugs unrepentantly, recognizing that look. “You are the worst,” the Jedi hisses, gesturing for the pilot to reassemble the rifle, a resigned expression on his face. Bravo does so gleefully, expertly slotting everything into place.

“You’re too easy, Kestis,” Gabs calls out from her spot in the shade of the Mantis’s nose where she’s scrolling through a holopad. “He didn’t even bring out the tooka-eyes.” BD-1 whistles his agreement. She reaches up a pats the droid’s head.

Cal huffs. “You’re supposed to be on my side,” he tells his droid. BD beeps a happy since when that makes him laugh and shake his head. Gabs cackles loudly.

Bravo finishes reassembling the rifle, does his final checks, and hands it over. Cal hesitates then takes it up, fingers fluttering over the weapon carefully.

“You’ve shot with this?”

“Dozens of times.”

“You hit your target?”

He throws up a vulgar gesture towards the Jedi first, then to the laughing Gabs. “Yes, you asshole. I hit my target every time. Why?”

Cal smirks. “Just checking.” There’s an odd look on his face, one Bravo’s seen before, but has never been able to place. His touch stutters on the cheek piece, brows furrowing. “Got something to paint a target with?”

Bravo nods and grabs the pointer before they head towards the edge of the canyon cliff. Gabs isn’t far behind, bringing her holopad to record it along with BD-1’s perspective. Below them is a meandering river, framed on either side with low, spindly plants and tall, wide trees with a sparse number of leaves, making them the perfect targets.

They watch the Jedi clear a spot of rocks and set up the tripod for the rifle, moving so quickly and efficiently that Bravo is immediately suspicious that he’s been duped. He scowls and crosses his arms, shooting a glance at Gabs, who looks confused and just shrugs.

“Cal,” she drags out, tapping the back of his boot. “Were you lying? You look like you know what you’re doing.”

“Wasn’t lying,” Cal answers distractedly as he lays on his stomach and peers through the scope. “I haven’t survived this long without knowing how to use a blaster, but I swear I’ve never shot a rifle before. Paint me a target, Bravo.”

Bravo lays next to him and paints a tree. “Eight-forty,” he murmurs from the read out. The projection is bright this close up, just a couple hundred meters shy of the lower range of this particular rifle model. The further the target, the fainter the paint, but it’s not really meant for long distances, unlike the rifle. The read out tells him wind resistance and whatnot, but he keeps his mouth shut, curious to see what the Jedi is going to do.

Cal sits there for longer than is smart, but they’re not on a mission or in active combat, so Bravo doesn’t say anything. His breathing is even, almost like meditation. Another second ticks by, then another, and then Cal is squeezing the trigger with the sort of patient skill that takes people years to learn. Must be a Jedi thing.

The shot goes high, hitting just the edge of the paint. Cal swears in Huttese, insulting himself, which just makes Bravo’s jaw drop. If what Cal said is true and he’s never picked up a rifle before with the intention to shoot, then he has no reason to be mad at that shot.

“What the hell?” Gabs gasps. “You were lying!”

Cal laughs, highly entertained. “Nope, still not lying. Paint me another.”

Bravo does. “Ten-thirty.”

He doesn’t pause as long to squeeze the trigger this time, three heartbeats, and the bolt hits the target a couple centimeters from bullseye. “One more.”

“Fourteen-twelve. Far as we can go.” The canyon isn’t wide enough. It’s impossible that Cal’s getting better the further they go out. Bravo refuses to believe he’s never done this before.

Sure enough, even with the paint faded at this distance, the Jedi hits bullseye. Cal moves off the scope, expression purely ‘loth-cat who got the cream.’ He clicks the safety on and rolls onto his back, thrusting his hands up triumphantly with a giddy laugh.

Gabs kicks the bottom of his boots obnoxiously. “Hey! No! You were definitely lying. What the hell was that?”

Bravo’s still staring at the last tree. “I’m with Gabs on this one.”

Cal props himself up on his elbows, surveying them with a suddenly somber expression. Gabs stops kicking his heels, getting serious. BD-1 boop-whirls comfortingly…encouragingly? Cal smiles fondly at him. Bravo sits up cross-legged, waiting patiently. Cal keeps secrets. They all do. The two of them have only been working with the Jedi for a couple months now, and Bravo knows there’s a lot more going on in that head of his than either of them are ever going to know, but this seems more serious than when he told them about Bracca, or what’d happened during the Purge.

“I have this ability,” he starts slowly, eyes flicking between them as if he’s still making the decision to trust them, Bravo realizes. “It’s called psychometry. People, events, experiences, they leave an imprint in the Force, an echo of the past. I touch something and I can feel it happen.”

Bravo glances at the rifle. “You felt me shooting that?”

Cal nods. “I was in your place. It’s not the first time I’ve gotten an echo from a rifle, but this is the first time I’ve tried to use one, or a dozen, to shoot it. You’re a good shot.”

“So are you,” Bravo says dazedly.

Gabs tilts her head. “Is that how you knew the vault codes back on that mission on Nar Shaddaa? An echo?”

“Yep,” Cal says, popping the ‘p.’

“Huh, that’s really useful.”

Cal laughs, throwing his head back at the force of it. “Yep,” he repeats, eyes crinkling at the corners. Gabs smiles back. The Jedi doesn’t laugh nearly as much as she thinks he should. He has a nice smile.

“What other skills does that work on?” Bravo can’t help but ask.

“Most of them. I’m limited by the length of the echo and, you know, my human-ness, but if I get enough echoes of the same thing, or they’re long enough, it gets pretty stuck in my head.”

“That’s really useful.”

Gabs kicks Cal’s boot again to bring his focus on her. “Thanks for trusting us with that,” she says sincerely. “I know you Jedi are a mistrustful bunch (for a good reason, I know) and we’ve only known each other for a little while, so thanks. It means a lot.”

The crinkle around Cal’s eyes stays there as he smiles bright enough Bravo makes a joke about needing sunshades. “You’re trustworthy people. BD likes you.” The droid whistles his agreement. “See? Now, c’mon, let’s get back to what we were doing before Bravo got all ‘Cal needs to learn how to shoot.’ Saw wants us on Norsid in three weeks.”

#cal kestis #jedi survivor #sw bravo #sw gabs #do they have actual tags? #the rifle mentioned is a canon rifle but i stopped looking at #pictures of it once i got the name #so i don't know if it has a cheek piece or a scope bc i was looking at real world rifles #i also don't know anything about shooting #so there's that #my writing #this is part of my gestalt series and will be chapter 5 (4)

[calico-heart]

Reinstalling Fallout 4 today and setting up my mods. Three years ago I was SO careful about reading instructions and checking for incompatibilities and not putting too many in at once. today I'm deploying 91239127 mods before even running a save file and we'll just see if the game survives when I try to boot it up

#wyn gabs #fallout #fallout 4 #fo4 #if i start writing and drawing for it again i'll probably revive the bluesoup blog to focus on fo stuff but we will see how things go lol

[carlsainz]

Afterglow – Luke Hughes

summary: luke sends you a voice mail after a big fight

pairing: luke hughes x reader

warnings: cursing

word count: idk i wrote it here lol

note: hey this is me drinking and writing :) gif credits to the owner

inspired by afterglow by doctor tay tay

lowercase intended.

luke sighed and started “hey babe, it’s me as you probably already know. i- i wanna say i’m so sorry, i shouldn’t have said all of that to you. i’m so so sorry. the thing is, it’s not your fault i’m so insecure with myself and i reacted very badly and probably fucked up everything with the love of my life but hear me out. i’m so sorry again, why’d i have to break what i love so much? it’s all on me, babe, my fault, you’re literally an angel in my life and i reacted that way just because you weren’t giving me attention when i needed. but i didn’t mean the things i’ve said, i swear. i- shit i’m sorry. i love you so much and i need you with me, okay? i need my best friend and girlfriend with me, i really hope you can forgive me, just don’t go. i can’t- i can’t see you so sad, especially knowing it’s all my fault. i’ve never said these things to anyone else but i’m saying now to you. please tell me that you’re still mine, tell me that we’ll be just fine even if i lost my mind a few hours ago. just tell me that i’m all you want, please. i love you, deeply. call me back when you hear this or when you want to, okay? i really meant everything i said now. love you more than everything. please come back to me.”

#gabs writes #luke hughes #luke hughes x reader

[bbrissonn]

𝐁𝐔𝐁𝐁𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐔𝐌 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐊 - 𝐏𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐨 𝐆𝐚𝐯𝐢

summary: being forced to do a photoshoot with gavi, something unexpected happens during it, leading to you confronting him about it afterwards. only for the something even more unexpected to be said by the boy.

warnings: not proofread, slight swearing

wc: 1.9k

pairing: pablo gavi x footballer!reader

a/n: a good old fashion ‘enemies’ to lovers trope :))

“Ugh, not you again.” Were the first words that fell from Gavi’s mouth once he walked into the room, making you roll your eyes. The two of had been scheduled to do a small shoot for the new jersey your club would be wearing this season, only you and the ‘golden boy’ didn’t get along. At all. Despite being the two youngest of the club, the boy only being a couple of months older than you, your connection was slime to none. 

You never really understood why things were they were between the two of you, when the two of you met, you had been nothing but respectful to him, congratulating him on their win and his goal, and he just walked past you like you weren’t even there. And that was where your dislike for the boy began, and it had been this way for almost a year now. 

“Trust me, if it were up to me, I wouldn’t be here.” You said to him harshly, making him glare at you before going over to the small little area they had turned into dressing rooms. Pablo came back a couple of minutes later, all dressed in the newest kit. 

As much as you hated to admit it, Pablo was one of, if not, the best looking guy you had seen of your life. There was just something about him that made you attracted to him, but then as soon as he opened that big mouth of his, you were quickly reminded about your dislike for him. Maybe it was the way he walked with so much confidence, or maybe even just the way he played, always aggressive and a little snobby as well, you weren’t sure. 

“Like something you see?” He asked with a smirk as he walked towards you, expecting to get a reaction, only one never came. 

“Sorry, I zoned out thinking about all the ways I could ruin that face of yours.” You answered after a couple of seconds with a cocky smile, making him glare at you once more. He was about to say something, but the director of the photoshoot beat him to it, meaning your little bickering would have to wait until later. 

Throught out the shoot, you and the young spanish boy had made eye contact multiple times at moment that neither of you needed to look at each other. Whenever he’d be doing single shoots, you couldn’t help but let your eyes wonder over his body, the way he placed his hands in the air as he juggled, his face as he focused on the ball at his feet, his smile as he looked into the camera, all of it. You’d never admit it out loud though, your pride being too strong to ever even think about doing so. 

Weirdly enough, when it was your turn to be doing single shoots, you could feel his eyes on you. Unlike you, Pablo hadn’t been discret at the fact that he was staying to watch you, planting himself down on a chair right behind the camera. Every once in a while, your eyes would drift to him, quickly looking away once you realized he was already looking at you. 

Finally, you were entering the last ‘block’ of your photoshoot with the boy, this time taking pictures together. It started off good, the two of you posing pretty far away from the other, until one of the photographer asked one of the staff person to place the two of you in the pose they had talked about earlier. You and Gavi both looked at each other confused, wondering what this ‘pose’ was, until the voice of the staff member made you look away the other. 

“Alright, you two, come close please. A little closer. Come on now, don’t be shy. There you go. Okay, Gavi, I am gonna need you to lean on Y/N’s shoulder using your forearm. That’s it! Perfect! And here’s a ball for you.” The staff member finished, handing you a ball. Gavi’s body was now only inches away from yours, the closest the two of you had ever been. As the photographer started taking pictures, you moved the ball around in your hands, holding it in certain poses, throwing it in the air every once in a while. 

As time went on, you realized that the boy next to you had started leaning on your shoulder some more, bringing himself even closer to you then he was before. And suddenly, you felt his head lean down on yours, his eyes starting focused on the camera in front of the two of you. You tried to ignore it the best you could, but somehow found yourself leaning your head onto his forearm that was resting on you. 

Soon enough, the management team called it a day, thanking the two of you for spending your time on this. You and Gavi were quick to disappear into your changing rooms once you had thanked everyone, when the two of you came out, almost at the same time, there was only a couple of people left in the room. The two of you didn’t utter a single word as you both grabbed your belonging and made your way outside the room. 

“Okay. What the actual fuck was that about?” You exclaimed once the two of you had made it out the room, turning around in the empty hallway to face the older boy. 

“Huh?” 

“In there. You leaning on me like that?” 

“I was just doing what the lady told me to do, calm down.” Gavi shrugged before trying to walk past you, only you stepped in front of him, stopping him. 

“Last time I checked, you leaning your head on me like that wasn’t required.” You sassed him, only making him smirk down at you. He was only an inch or two taller than you, but his wide frame always made you feel so small next to him. 

“And last time I checked, princessa, you leaning your head on my arm wasn’t required, yet you still did it.” 

“Yeah, ‘cause you were pushing my shoulder down so hard it was hurting my neck!” You lied, you truly didn’t know why you had felt the need to do, but you sure as hell weren’t about to tell him that. 

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, cariño.” Pablo said, his smirk growing even wider as he finally walked past you, leaving you dumbfounded in place. 

“Don’t call me that!” You yelled out before catching up to him, walking next to his figure as his eyes stayed focused in front of him. 

“Following me now, aren’t we?” He asked, holding the door out for you. 

“Why are you always so rude to me?” You asked him once the two of you stood in the parking lot, stepping infront of him once again. 

“I’m not.” 

“You are. You’ve always been rude to me, from the moment we met, you decided to be a fucking dick to me. And you’ve never cared to explain to why! Like, what did I do to you for you to treat me like this?” You asked aggressively, making the boy sighed before looking at the ground. 

“Why does it matter?” He asked in a low voice making you let out a laugh. There was no way he was being serious right now. 

“ Well, I don’t know about you, but when someone has a problem with me for no fucking reason, I like to know why.” You stated as you placed both of your hands on your hips, popping one of your hip out to the side. The boy sighed once more once he realized there was no way he was going to be able to get out of this situation. 

“You’re scary.” He answered simply, shrugging his shoulders a bit making you confused. 

“I’m scary?” 

“Yeah. Like, you know what you want, and your confident in yourself, it’s scary. And, I don’t know, I was afraid I’d make a fool of myself if I talked to you. And then you’d think I was some stupid teenage boy who doesn’t know how to talk to girls.” He admitted, his voice barely considered as a whispered, but you had heard every single word that feel from his mouth. You stood there in shock for a couple of seconds before answering the boy. 

“So, this whole time, you’ve been rude to me because you were scared to talk to me?” You asked, there was no anger in your voice, unlike before, some would ever say there was a hint of softness in it. The boy nodded a bit, his eyes staring at the floor. 

“Okay, well, now I think you’re some stupid teenage boy who doesn’t know how to talk to girls.” You teased him with a light smile on your face, making Gavi’s cheek turn slightly red as his eyes stayed focused on the ground. 

“Oi, Gavi, let’s go!” Pedri yelled from his car that was parked near the entrance of the parking lot. Pablo’s eyes finally looked away from the ground, looking at his best friend before shyly looking over to you. 

“I– Um. I have to go.” He stated, stuttering a bit making you chuckle a bit. 

“Score a goal for me tomorrow, will you?” You asked with a soft smile on your face as your eyes locked together. 

“You’re coming?” The boy asked, bitting back a smile to hid his excitement. 

“I can’t. But I’ll be watching.”You answered softly as you stepped closer to him, your eyes still locked as you smile at each other, entering your own little world, completely forgetting what was happening around you. Just was you were about to lean up and press your lips to his, the honk from Pedri’s car echoed in the lot, making the two of you jumped a bit, before looking over at the boy. 

“Save the face sucking for another day, Pablo, I’m giving you 10 seconds to get your ass over here or I’m leaving!” He yelled out from his car window, making his best friend flip him off. 

“You can leave it’s fine.” Gavi yelled back, and the older boy waisted no time leaving the parking lot. 

“How are you getting home?” 

“I heard taxiwoman aren’t too bad.” He answered with a smirk, hoping you’d understand what he meant. 

“Don’t ever call me that, Gavira.” You mumbled, and mere seconds later, his lips were on yours, his hands reaching up to cup both of your cheeks. 

“Bubblegum?” He whispered, once the two of you pulled away, his forehead leaning on yours. 

“What?” 

“Your chapstick, it’s bubblegum flavored, right?” He asked, making you pinch his arm lightly. 

“You kidnapped my chapstick for a while week last month, you’re gonna tell me you never realized what flavor it was?” 

“I didn’t kidnap it! It feel in my bag!” He was quick to defend himself, making you roll your eyes with a smile on your face. 

“Whatever. I am leaving, so if you want a ride, move your butt.” You sassed him before turning around and walking away from him. Soon, you felt his arm wrap around your shoulder, his lips pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“On a serious note, I am gonna need to know you were got it from.” 

“Oh my, God.”

#gab writes #pablo gavi #pablo gavi imagine #pablo gavi imagines #pablo gavi x reader #pablo gavi fic #pablo gavi fanfic #pablo gavi blurb #gavi imagine #gavi x reader

[randomingoftherandomness]

Fic: shovel talk (Qiubing)

A/N: you know why you're tagged @snicker-doodles 😝

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"May I know to what displeasure do I owe to have you all..." Qiu Qingzhi trails off, lazily flicking his gaze up from his documents to eye up the five men currently fidgeting under his focus. "Here."

This seems to cause a furious rush of whispers as Alibaba elbows the stocky one he knows is Sun Bai, while Cui Bei and Chen Shi side steps the whole mess. Eventually the glib tongued Wang Qi clears his throat.

"This is..." He smiles, bowing deeply with a smile that would not look out of place on the face of a swindler. "General Qiu, we of Mingjing Hall, have come to ask... That is, we represent the vested interests of Mingjing Hall--"

"If you're going to be beating around the bush like this, might I just make this easier and get Li Bing here to explain it to me why five of his men have practically forced their way into my hall to have an audience with me?"

This seems to spur them into a physical reaction of having the fear of the gods put right into them. Good, Qiu Qingzhi thinks, maybe they can hurry up and tell me what they want so that I can get back to my reports--

"What are your intentions with Li Bing!"

Shocked silence ensues while all eyes turn to look at the quiet Cui Bei who is practically wilting in mortification.

"And what would have given you the idea that I... Had any 'intentions' with him in the first place?"

"This..."

Eyeing them up for a bit, he sighs. Qiu Qingzhi sets aside his report and neatly steeples his fingers. "Go back to Mingjing Hall and come back in two days with a properly constructed script of what you'd like to say to me in defence of your Vice Minister. If you're going to give me a shovel talk, do it right."

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The suffering continues.

Lamenting, not for the first time since he trusted his heart to be honest, at the way his ears are burning while the lilt of laughter fills the night quiet, he tries to turn away from his companion in the bed they share. Only to be bodily hauled back into his arms.

"Alright, alright, I won't tease you anymore," Li Bing chuckles. Hand slipping into Qiu Qingzhi's, he tucks his body back into the warmth of their embrace. "So, they came to give you a shovel talk, eh?"

"It was embarrassing. I was embarrassed for them."

"So you gave the kids homework to do," Li Bing giggles, breath dancing over Qiu Qingzhi's neck. "How adorable."

"You deserve people who can give a good shovel talk in defence of you," Qiu Qingzhi says simply. As if stating facts like how the sun rises from the East and sets in the West, Li Bing deserves nothing but the best.

A gentle touch settles over his heart then. "So do you, too. And I'll gladly accept any shovel talk that comes my way for you."

Qiu Qingzhi smiles a little at that. Brushing his lips to the other man's brow, he murmurs, "No need. I already gave my heart to you since the beginning."

#qiubing #qiu qingzhi #li bing #qiu Qingzhi x li bing #white cat legend #white cat legend fic #Gab writes stuff #wheeeeeeeeeee

[moonchild-in-blue]

Gushing about animol crossing lil guys (gn) token. Expires never.

Hello Will I kinda really love you for this, you sweet sweet blue boy you 🥺💙

Say hello to the Hope World family 🌈

Deets and Pics bellow (very long):

Coco and Lily

My two favourites! Will get along with literally everyone 🥹

Coco is forever my number one spookie cookie bunny, but Lily is a close second - the sweetest froggy you'll ever meet!!! They are both incredibly sweet, and in my island lore they are besties 🥺🐰🐸

Their houses are next to one other, and often share books, baking tips, and whatever knitting project their working on! They hang out with Zucker a lot 🐙

Elvis

My cranky old man 🥹 Out of all of them, he's the least popular in the fandom 😔

Has been with me the longest - was my very first campsite villager, and has since settled well! He may be old, but likes to learn new slang from the youngins. Has the coolest study/library ever.

Zucker

It him!! My precious takoyaki baby boy!!!

He always has a silly outfit on - the pineapple hat was a MUST. Loves to snack, play games, and hang by the beach. A silly cutie patootie 🥹🐙

Marshall

Look at him!!! He so small and sassy 🥺

Marshall is the fashionista / coffee snob of our island. Literally lives off caffeine and compliments. Likes to visit Elvis and be Fancy™ for a little bit hehe. Great friends with Francine. Smol and Angy hehehe 🐿️

Bob and Chrissy

MARRIED. They are MARRIED and IN LOVE - 3 year anniversary coming up soon!!! 💜🩷

Bob is the coolest (and only) cat in the whole island. Chrissy was totally smitten with him hehe. He's also a silly boy who is a bit of a gamer - has a super cool set up. A literal textbook himbo 🤭

Chrissy is Francine's twin. They were popstars in their youth (listen to K. K. Bubblegum), and currently she's the only one still in the entertainment businesses. Always dresses fancy - pink and glittery and so so cute 💖. Sings all the time, also the most extroverted of the bunch.

Francine and Fuchsia

The Cool Girlfriends™ - kinda intimidating at first, but very friendly 💙💖

Francine is Chrissie's twin. Unlike her super chirpy sister, Francine is a bit more elegant and reserved. She now works as a designer - the spotlight was made for her Chrissy, not her. Best friend's with Marshall - The Fashion Duo ever (WILL judge your fashion choices) 💅 ✨

Fuchsia is our resident punk barbie deer. Dresses mostly in black and band merch - we talk a lot about bands and stuff. Very sensible and kind, always there for you if you need to vent. A true punk princess, Avril Lavigne wishes she was her 🖤

Genji

Our newest resident! Moved in last week after Pietro left. He's still getting to know everyone, but so far is getting along super well with Bob - he and Zucker often have game nights and Genji loves it (Elvis is too old to stay up so late, and Marshall prefers to go drink with the girlies).

Genji is a total gym rat but not obnoxious at all - he's just super active. He and Fuchsia will work out together sometimes 🏋️

-> Old family photo from when Pietro (clown sheep) was still in Hope World - taken during my birthday sleepover. You can see Fuchsia in her Sleep Token shirt 🥹

Bonus family photo but Silly™

If you read this far, have a little snack -> cherry pie, a Hope World specialty! 🍒🥧

#animal crossing rant over #i have so much Lore and Stories with them hehehe #Francine dated K K Slider for a while there but it was soon over. he's too much of a diva #also he and Label have a super toxic on and off relationship and she did NOT want to get in between that #i actually started to write a acnh fanfic but never posted it. maybe it's time i finish it #also Lily and Marshall are super good friends. and Coco and Elvis too #so sometimes the four of them hang out. Coco and Elvis will gab on about books while Lily and Marshall like to chat about whatever #she once made him a knitted scarf and beanie set and it's his favourite ever 🥺 #(i realise i give them a lot of stories and stuff but. it makes the game much more interesting to me) #thank you for the token hehehe. smooching your forehead muwah muwah muwah #darya answers #animal crossing #acnh

[jpdrawsalot]

Laurance and Garroth deserved better imo. Also finally saw Rebirth and well, this is my takeaway concerning the Jury of Nine lol

#my art #minecraft diaries #mc diaries #aphblr #a friend who watched rebirth with me jokingly suggested to me to make the other three jury members and now i am contemplating lol #not sure how others would feel abt it tho but shrugs #anyways. zane my detested (affectionate) #god time to tag now #garroth ro'meave #laurance zvhal #janus the silver death #mcd ivan #jeffory the golden heart #ivy the venom scythe #katelyn the firefist #zane ro'meave #jury of nine #jo9 #writing those took 23 years off my life hhhhngg #anyways. back to harassing gab. thats right gab. i know you read my tags. #aphmau diaries #UPDATE I FORGOT LILLIAN HEAD IN HANDS HHH #lillian the silver scythe #mcd lillian #what is her name geeez