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riddle-me-ri · 4 months

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a/n: *gasp* a fanfic in 2024?? and it's not batman rogues?? Well..atleast it's...somewhat kinda sorta was DC comics?? I really wanna make this blog more..multi-verse based. So here's my shot at a "The Wolf Among Us" one-shot with Bigby Wolf and a female reader. This was a combination of re-reading the comics and watching way too many Tex Avery cartoons rip and despite all the other stuff I wanna work on I just had to get this story written and out there lmao who doesn't love the typical club singer openly flirting with the main character?? It's a classic right?

Content Warning: slightly suggestive heavy touching and flirting, but nothing explicit.

Word Count: 1.1 k

Bigby Wolf x F!Reader - Zeroing In

You push back the curtain just enough to see a tiny slit into the crowd beyond the stage.

You tried to focus your vision to pierce through the smoky haze that filtered the room and the figures in the audience.

You kept your eyes peeled for a certain gentleman in particular…

You've been trying to get Bigby Wolf to come to your shows for a while, but he declined. Always too busy or preoccupied somehow but he always mentioned “maybe some other time.”

You only managed to reel him in tonight because you mentioned how a possible suspect of his often frequented the club you performed at.

Knowing his persistence for answers, he couldn't deny the invitation…

And maybe…just maybe you could entice him to keep coming back for you.

You inhaled softly when you finally managed to make out his rich brown slicked back locks and warm brown eyes.

Some muffled giggles left your lips as you saw him look around with a look of indifference but also on alert for who could possibly be the suspect you informed him about.

“All right, you almost ready, girlie? You gotta full house tonight, looks like even the sheriff swung by…dunno what the hell he wants but I’ma need you to put the customers at ease…lighten them up the best way you know how ‘k gorgeous?”

“Yes ma'am!” You replied over your shoulder.

“Who are ya lookin’ out for anyway?” Your boss, Carol asked, her head tilted in a curious angle.

You giggled fondly to yourself as you stole one last glance at Bigby before you had to put on a straight sultry face.

“A lady has her secrets…” You teased as you backed away from behind the curtain and straightened out your dress.

Carol shook her head with a smile. “Eh, sure keep your secrets, girlie.”

You winked at your boss before taking your position in front of the curtain.

As the curtain slowly pulled back, you began your sexy saunter across the stage in time to the smooth jazz number that started playing.

Cheers, whistles, and soft applauds welcomed you as patrons took delight in the bits of skin your dress revealed as you began singing your seductive tune.

You tried not to immediately lock eyes with Bigby, even as tiny shocks of excitement coursed through you from feeling his eyes on you.

Mid-way into your song, you began to slowly make your way down the stage and into the audience.

You began teasing some of the audience members as you strutted around the floor. You'd let your hand glide across one man's shoulders, another you'd pat his cheek.

You couldn't help but notice Bigby shifting in his seat out of the corner of your eye.

You giggled inwardly, you weren't about to leave him out.

As you slowly approached the sheriff, you couldn't deny the stretch at the corners of your lips, slightly breaking your seductive aura to show genuine delight.

You quickly recompose yourself however, as you began softly singing the bridge of the song.

As the band played an instrumental portion, you wrapped your arm around Bigby's neck while your other arm brought your hand to cup the side of his face.

His eyebrows raised slightly as his eyes try not to look into yours.

You could feel him gasp under his breath as you graciously and freely sat side-saddle in his lap. Your proud smirk didn’t fade as he glanced at you with a surprised, hesitant expression.

You wished he would naturally react to the mood and wrap his arms around you, but he seems to have his hands deadlocked to the arms of his chair.

You almost jump out of your skin when he harshly whispers into your ear, his hot breath fanned your exposed shoulder.

“What the hell are you doing?”

“My job…like you.” You whispered softly back.

Bigby huffed, before grumbling, “Where is he?”

You comb back a bit of his hair as you slide off his lap. “I’ll show you…”

In an attempt to not be super obvious, you engage with other patrons before getting to the suspect.

When you finally got to the suspect, you teasingly caressed the underside of his chin with your index finger, before you made sure to make eye contact with Bigby.

He nodded as he looked down at the man who had such a lovestruck look on his face he didn’t even notice the sheriff taking inventory of him.

You head back to center stage and finish your performance with a glamorous flourish before the curtain falls as the club is filled with rampant applause and whistles.

You exhaled as if you had been holding your breath underwater throughout the whole performance.

You’ve been singing for as long as you can remember. You’ve performed for plenty of audiences all over…and somehow this performance seemed the most nerve-wracking and the longest one to you.

“So…the sheriff, huh?” Carol inquired with a smirk. “Can’t say I saw that one coming.” She handed you a cup of water.

“Oh, shush,” you take the cup from her hand. “...a girl can dream, right?”

“Hey, for Fables, the lives we live and where we come from…dreams are just the beginning.”

You offer a small half smile before making your way back to your dressing room.

Suddenly all the confidence you had going into the night started dissipating as you realized that perhaps, you should let go of this infatuation you have. He didn’t seem all to pleased or eager by your stunt…or maybe you just genuinely caught the sheriff off-guard…

You two get along fine. You’re able to converse with him casually, you were one of the few Fables outside of the Woodlands that weren’t either sour with him or scared of him. One of the few that you felt were genuinely in his corner.

At least…you hoped he felt that way, at the very least. He may not hold any romantic feelings for you, and you could live with that, but you wanted him to at least know he had someone who believed in him.

You began wiping off your make-up in your mirror when you noticed through the reflection of your room that something was slipped under your door.

When you turned around you half-expected nothing to be there and your eyes were playing tricks, but surely enough there was a tiny folded up piece of paper there.

As you tightened the belt around your robe, you walked over to pick up the note.

You unraveled the note to see some hastily drawn handwriting that you can barely make out.

Hey-

Thanks for the tip, I was able to get the guy and hopefully he’ll spill his guts soon enough.

Also, I enjoyed your performance tonight, despite the heart attack you gave me.

May come back to see you one of these nights.

Stay safe and see you around.

-Bigby

A tiny flutter filled your chest as a small slowly grows across your face. You cling the tiny note to your chest and let out a tiny excited squeal.

You couldn’t wait to head home and get some sleep to dream of what’s to come.

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ofstoriesandstardust · 11 months

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if i knew it all then, would i do it again? (b.r.b.)

a/n: this is simply an AU that i've been toying around with for a few months. s/o to @struggling-with-delia for letting me write a whole literary analysis for so that i could get my thoughts straight about this. i don't know if i'll write more to this AU but i would love to hear everyone's thoughts :)

summary: What would have happened if Rebel had left the Navy after her accident?

main masterlist | top gun: maverick masterlist | same mistakes-verse

warnings: angst, swearing, alcohol, surprisingly no MavDad? Ice lives because this is an AU and what i say goes

word count: 3.9k

“they called me weak, like i’m not just somebody’s daughter”

He hovers, listening in to a conversation he has no right to. It feels like an invasion of your privacy, listening in like this, in all the worst ways. How the hell is he ever supposed to build a friendship with you if he can’t even get himself to walk away?

“I can’t do this anymore Ice.” You say quietly, his ears straining to even hear the words.

“Kid-” The admiral is confused, but hidden under his confusion is concern. You don’t give him a chance to give life to that concern, cutting him off.

“I’m done, Ice. I’m out.”

The noise and laughter in the bar must be heard from miles away. The bar is buzzing with customers, all celebrating the miraculous survival of the pilots. Maverick’s planted at the bar, chatting with Penny, Ice keeping a firm hand on his friend’s back.

The pilots in question have stationed themselves at the pool table, chatting and playing and enjoying the hell out of themselves.

The drinks have been flowing, the conversation steady, and none of the Daggers can say they’ve felt this at ease in weeks.

With a month of leave awaiting them, how could they feel any less?

“C’mon, man. Don’t tell me you’ve never heard the rumors about her.” Payback says with a nudge of Omaha’s shoulder. “She was legendary.”

Omaha shakes his head, taking a sip from his beer bottle. “No, tell me.”

“The story goes, that there was this incredible pilot, who accomplished the likes of Maverick, by the callsign of Rebel.”

Coyote perks his head at Payback’s words.

“But then one day, her and her wingman went down in a highly classified accident over some ocean the Navy wasn’t even supposed to be in. By some miracle, her and her wingman walked away safe and sound. But no one ever saw her again, after that day. No one knows where she is or if she’s dead or alive.”

“She just… disappeared.” Fanboy finished with a shrug of his shoulders.

“I’ve never bought that story.” Phoenix says with a shake of her head as she passes the pool cue to Bob. “It’s gotta be bullshit.”

“I’m with Phoenix. It’s not possible.” Halo pipes up from her seat.

Payback nods, mulling over their words. “That’s always the part that gets me. How does a pilot of that caliber and legend just disappear?”

“Well, when your godfather is the Commander of the Pacific Fleet, pretty easily actually.”

All heads at the pool table turn to see a girl standing just over Fanboy and Payback’s shoulders. She’s adorned in jeans and a tight black top, a leather jacket covering her shoulders. The jacket has patches sewn into the material, not unlike something the group suspects Maverick wears around town on his bike. Her hands are shoved in her jacket, surveying the group.

“Ain’t no fucking way.” Hangman mutters.

The table is silent for a minute before the mustached-man clears his throat. “Rebel.”

Your eyes flicker over to him, looking him up and down.

“Rooster.”

Your tone is cool, gaze already moving away from him.

“There’s no way in hell.” The blond says, eyes swinging between you and your old friend. “No way.”

Lieutenant Seresin. Callsign Hangman. He brought your Dad home.

Your brain catalogs the pilots as you look around, picking up on clues and pieces on who is who from the stories and profiles Mav and Ice have told you about.

“She’s real?” One of them says, mouth gaping open. He turns to the taller pilot standing next to him. “Man, I thought that story was made up!”

Lieutenant Garcia. Callsign Fanboy.

“Guess not.” The other pilot mutters.

Lieutenant Fitch. Callsign Payback.

“I thought that was just a rumor.” Another pilot says, glancing at the female next to him.��

Lieutenant Floyd. Callsign Bob.

“Well, the rumor seems to know Bradshaw.” The girl says with a sharp tone, cutting Bradley with a look that would make even the strongest man whimper.

Lieutenant Trace. Callsign Phoenix.

Bradley doesn’t even spare her a glance, unable to tear his gaze away from you.

“What’s your name?” Bob calls, standing up from his seat. He leans over the pool table, offering you his hand. You take it with a sigh, offering him a small smile as you introduce yourself.

“Callsign Rebel.” Coyote mutters, finally meeting your gaze.

“Now don’t tell me the two of you know each other.” Hangman says incredulously, placing his hands on his hips. You let out a little laugh, shaking your head as you let go of Bob’s hand. You step back, putting your hands back in your pockets.

“Please, don’t call me that. That part of me is dead and long gone.”

Hangman smacks Coyote’s shoulder, clearly looking for an answer. Coyote sighs.

“I’m the other part of the legend, her wingman who went down with her that day. The story’s true, what happened. Even more true, that no one ever saw or heard from her again. Even me.”

You swallow, shoulders heavy with the weight of it all. This is the closest you’d come to Navy personnel outside of your Dad and uncles in almost two years.

Everything suddenly felt terrifying and too much all at once.

“How you doing, Coyote?”

He eyes you. “Been better.”

You clear your throat, suddenly wishing you were back at the bar with Ice and your Dad. You desperately wished Slider’s plane had landed in time for him to have come over to the pool table with you. You wished you were at home, in bed and under the covers, away from the flashbacks and the reek of burning metal-

“I just wanted to-” You squeeze your eyes shut, shaking your head. “I just wanted to come meet the pilots that have captured my Dad’s attention so wholly.”

“You knew Cyclone’s daughter?” Hangman demands, eyes swinging back to Coyote.

You raise an eyebrow. “‘M wearing a leather jacket and you think I’m related to Cyclone? Try again.”

“Pops doesn’t have a kid.” The blond says with disbelief.

You nod. “He does. Just me though. You’re Lieutenant Seresin, right? You’re the reason my Dad is home. Thank you for that.”

“You know who I am?” He asks, disbelief still coloring his tone.

Of course, of course, you knew Jake. How could you not?

Lieutenant Seresin, who had an ego bigger than the Navy’s yearly budget.

Hangman, who’d egged Rooster into nearly giving him a black eye.

Jake, who’d brought them home.

“Of course I do. I know who all are. My godfather didn’t take picking you all for this mission lightly, you know.”

“Can’t believe you never said anything.” Coyote mutters.

“Why?” You challenge, reaching your arms out to lean on the pool table. “You and I were never that particularly close. In fact, I distinctly remember you telling me to shut the fuck up on my first day.”

Coyote lets out a breath through gritted teeth. “That’s not-”

“Fair? Yeah, neither was the way your old squadron treated me. Don’t talk to me about fair Machado.” You let out a breath, trying to calm your quickly rising anger. “I should get back to my Dad, make sure he’s not hiding any secret injuries. I just wanted to come meet you all, but maybe it would have been better if I hadn’t.”

You turn, slipping into the crowd before one of the pilots can say another word to you.

“Are we gonna ever see your daughter again, Pops?” Hangman asks, toying with one of the model planes.

He lets out a little laugh, shaking his head. “She came and said hi the other night?”

“Something like that.” Phoenix responds.

“Did you know?” Bradley asks. “That she was Coyote’s wingman?”

He sighs, sitting down on the couch in the hanger. “I did.” He says slowly. Coyote glances up at him. “But she wasn’t the one to tell me.” He rubs his hands together as he thinks over his words. “And she’s made it explicitly clear that her life and my career are to remain separate. And that includes any and all things to do with you kids. So to be honest with you Hangman, probably not.”

“What happened?” Jake says, still fiddling with the toy. “Why did she just leave? Why’d she make the comment about your old squadron?” He asks, turning to Coyote as the last question leaves his mouth.

Coyote scrunches his nose before tilting his head and looking at Hangman. “They weren’t very nice to her.”

“Sounded like you weren’t very nice to her.” Payback says, rejoining the group with another round of beers from the kitchen.

Coyote shrugs, remaining silent.

“Coyote?” Bradley asks, curiosity coloring his tone.

Coyote shakes his head, standing up from the arm of the chair he’d been sitting on next to Hangman. “I’ve regretted the way I treated her every day of my life. Can’t say the same about my old team.”

“Javy-” Hangman calls as Coyote disappears out the door Payback had just come through.

“I would really like to talk to you at some point.”

You jump up, spinning on your feet. “Jesus Christ.” You rush out, sinking on to your bed when you realize it’s just Coyote. “God, I thought you’d all still be in the hangar and I could sneak in here and get my house key. Uncle Slider has our spare.”

“Ron ‘Slider’ Kerner? Jesus, how many Navy legends do you know?”

You let out a laugh, shaking your head as you slip the key into your purse. “Not as many as you’re probably thinking.”

It’s quiet for a moment.

“You know, in another life we were probably really good friends.”

“In another life, you probably got called back here for this mission with me.” He says quietly.

“But I didn’t and we’re not.” You say, standing up from your bed. “I gotta go.”

“Rebel-”

“Don’t call me that.” You say firmly. “If you’ve got something you want to say, talk that shit out with a therapist. I’m not interested in listening to what you have to say.”

Coyote stands there for a minute, stunned.

The old you probably wouldn't have been so harsh. The old you probably would’ve begged for his apology. The old you would’ve given up everything to be his friend.

But you weren’t the old you anymore and you never would be again.

You walk past him before pausing in your doorway, turning. “I heard what you said out there. How you regretted the way you treated me everyday of your life. And if that’s how you feel, you did a really shit job of showing it.”

He huffs, eyebrows furrowed together. “Fuck, you want me to get down on my knees and grovel?”

“Yeah, actually that’d be nice.”

“Oh my God.” He groans, throwing his hands up in the air. “You’re fucking impossible. You sit here and say that I did a shit job of showing that I was sorry, but what the hell did you want me to do? You left.”

“You could’ve picked up the damn phone for starters. It’s not like you didn’t have my fucking phone number for Christ’s sake. You could have actually picked up the phone and said Hey, I’m sorry, how are you doing?”

He lets out a long breath, shaking his head. “You know what, you weren’t ready.”

You raise an eyebrow. “Excuse me?”

“You weren’t ready. You weren’t cut out for it. You weren’t ever going to be cut out for this life if that’s all it takes to push you out of the Navy. Good riddance.”

It’s silent for a moment as you stare him down, your chest suddenly falling rapidly as your anger wraps up into your chest, squeezing around your heart.

“How dare you.”

Your tone is deadly quiet, a tone you’d learned from Ice decades ago, gaze piercing as you watch Coyote flinch back.

“How dare you.” You say a bit louder this time. “How dare you stand here and say I wasn’t cut out for it. You have no idea what hell the Navy put me through, what I have suffered at the hands of men like you, pilots whose egos are so big that they refuse to let a girl get in their way.”

It seems like you can’t get enough breath in your lungs as you look at him, the anger overshadowing everything else.

“I always, always thought better of you Coyote, even up until the very bitter end. But as it turns out, you’re just like them. That’s all you’ll ever be.”

“Whoa, what did that waffle ever do to you?” Ice jokes at your angry stab of the bread, setting his plate down on the counter. “What’s going on, kid? Stop taking it out on your breakfast.”

“Nothing.” You snap, stabbing at the food again.

There’s a pause, before the anger that has been swirling in your chest since that day at the hangar pushes the words right out of you.

“I just don’t get what he sees in those fucking pilots.”

Despite the fact that you’d had rescheduled (rescheduled because last time Omaha’s car broke down and the time before that Fanboy had the flu and needed chicken noodle soup and the time before that Hangman wanted to go for a ride in the P-51) breakfast plans with your Dad before he had to go into work (because this was the only time he could fit you in), he’d canceled because Bob’s truck wasn’t starting and needed a ride to base.

Ice sighs, leaning back in his chair.

“How in the hell have they been here for five fucking minutes and I’m suddenly playing second fiddle? Oh, I know. It’s because Dad’s always loved to get his eyes and hands on a shiny new toy. He’s got his fancy new kids with their fancy new squadron and fancy new promotions. Who the hell needs a failure for a kid when you have twelve golden children?”

The words taste bitter on your tongue, spitting them out faster than you can stop yourself.

“Kid, they’ve been here for almost six months. The Dagger squadron isn’t going anywhere. Don’t you think it’s time to, you know, put all of this aside and at least try?”

“No!”

Ice sighs again, picking his fork back up. “I miss my goddaughter.” Ice mumbles and based on the subtle wince immediately following them, you suspect Ice hadn’t even meant to speak the words out loud.

“And what the hell is that supposed to mean?” You demand, cocking your head.

“It means that you haven’t been the same since you came home from the Green Vipers.” Ice snaps. “And sometimes I think it would’ve been better for everyone if I had just left you there.”

You gape at your godfather, tears stinging at your eyes. “You would’ve left me there?”

“Maybe it would’ve given you a chance to push yourself instead of taking the easy way out.”

It’s quiet for a minute until you scoff, shaking your head. “I can not believe you’d leave me in a place where they actively tried to have me killed.” You say as Ice’s head flies up from his breakfast. You stand up from your seat, chair scraping across the floor, Ice rising with you.

“You know, I’m sorry trying to deal with the aftermath of surviving such a traumatic event has been such a burden.”

“Sir?

He groans, reaching up to rub his temple. His goddaughter’s words had left a bad taste in his mouth and the last thing he wanted to deal with was Maverick causing an incident.

“What is it Jamie?”

“This file was just dropped off by Captain Peters. You’re going to want to read it, sir.”

He holds out his hand as his secretary walks into the room, holding the file stamped CLASSIFIED on the front.

“It’s a harassment report and preliminary investigation from pilot Julie Connors, callsign Ruby.”

He quirks an eyebrow, taking the file from Jamie. “This feels a little bit below my jurisdiction, Jamie. A harassment report should all be handled by the responding committee.”

She nods, letting out a breath. “Yeah, Admiral Davis specifically requested that you read this.”

“Why?” He asks, flipping through the file.

“Your goddaughter is named several times.”

He freezes, looking back up at his secretary.

“Sir, they’re investigating Thompson and the Green Vipers for harassment.”

“-sir? Admiral Kazansky?”

His ears are ringing as he storms into the classroom, everyone turning to face him. His hand lands on the back of Machado��s chair, dangerously close to his neck.

“Admiral Simpson, I am very sorry to interrupt but there’s an urgent and pressing matter regarding Lieutenant Commander Machado’s previous assignment that I must speak with him about. Might I borrow him?”

It’s clear to everyone in the room that Ice isn’t really asking for permission.

“Uh…” Cyclone says, with a blink. “Sure.”

His hand falls to the back of Coyote’s service khakis. His grip is tight as the kids tumbles with him, desperately trying to keep pace as they walk down the hallway towards his office.

Once inside, Ice can only look at the kid, the anger rising in him faster than his ability to tamp it down and be professional.

“You have one chance, Machado, to set the story straight. If you care at all about your career, you will tell me the truth about what they did to my goddaughter.”

His voice is quiet, but no less deadly, allowing him to see the exact minute Coyote’s mask slips into place.

The boy’s posture is stiff, unable to meet his eye.

“I have no idea what you’re referring to, sir.”

“Is that so?”

“Yes sir.”

“So you have no idea what this harassment report from Lieutenant Connors is about?”

“Not a clue, sir.”

He lets out a fake laugh, picking the file up from his desk. “Well let’s see then.” He says, flipping through the file he’d spent all morning poring over, horror filling his gut at every word.

And he had told her he would’ve left her in this place?

“Ah, yes, here it is. This is a direct quote from Lieutenant Connors: The Andrews twins always spoke proudly of their greatest accomplishment: successfully breaking the pilot known by the callsign Rebel by almost having her and her wingman killed. They forced her out by putting someone else’s life on the line. They got no greater joy out of life than reminiscing on what they had done. That doesn’t ring a bell at all, Lieutenant Commander?”

Coyote swallows, shoulders stiffening as he talks.

“With all due respect sir, if your goddaughter couldn’t hang, that’s not really my problem.”

There’s a knock on the front door as you rifle through the box, sorting through the old books.

“It’s open.” You call, pulling the set of Harry Potter books out of the box. The front door opens and then shuts again, the visitor clearly entering the home.

When had your Dad come into possession of the Harry Potter series?

“Hey.”

You glance up at the voice, seeing Bradley standing there with his hands shoved in his jean pockets. You sigh, setting the box set down.

You hadn’t spoken much to Bradley over the last few months, even as much as he’d become part of your family once more. You tolerated him for your Dad but you’d made it explicitly clear where the two of you stood. He’d always respected and maintained that distance, seemingly reciprocating the need for it.

The two of you had somehow found yourself in no man’s land without ever really meaning to. No way forward, but no way back either.

“Dad’s not here at the moment, got caught up with something at work. Kinda sounds like your squadron is falling apart.”

He sighs, rocking back on his feet. “It is… which is why I’m here to talk to you. How’d you know about that?”

You side-step his question, going back to shuffling papers in the box. “What do you have to talk to me about?”

“Is it true?”

You don’t meet his eyes, gaze firmly planted on the copy of Catch-22 in the box.

“Is what true Bradshaw?”

“Is what she is alleging in that report true? What they did?”

“You’d have to ask Machado for the answer on that one, I’m afraid.”

“Is what she alleging they did to you true?”

You give a half shrug. “So what if it is? Doesn’t change the fact that they won.”

You hear him squat behind you. “It matters if you left them just for them to do the same thing to somebody else.”

You huff, standing up from where you’re seated on the floor. You can hear Bradley stand as well behind you. You turn, heading for the kitchen when Bradley speaks again.

“Ruby deserves better than that.”

“I deserved better than that!” You shout, turning on your heels. Bradley doesn't flinch, remaining firm.

It’s silent for a minute as Bradley just watches you.

“Are you going to tell them? Tell Davis and the committee what they did?”

You huff out a frustrated laugh. “No. Hell no.”

“Ruby-”

“Don’t sit here and lecture me about fucking Ruby, Bradshaw. I know all about her.”

He blinks. “You know Ruby?”

You sigh, glancing away from him. “I got in a fight with Ice this morning about them, you know? Because he said he would’ve left me there had he known this was going to be how I came back. An hour later, Ruby’s calling me to tell me she’s filed a report and she’s named me to the committee. Ruby’s calling me to compare stories, to see if the ones they told about me were true.”

You sigh, crossing your arms as tears sting your eyes. You blink them back, unwilling to let yourself cry over them.

“Ruby is who I would’ve become if I had stayed. And that terrifies me.” You whisper.

It’s silent for another minute as you continuously blink back the stinging tears.

“Are you going to talk to the committee?”

You shake your head. “Given what happened the last time I spoke to one of the Navy’s stupid investigation committees, absolutely not.”

Bradley quirks an eyebrow. “What happened last time?”

You shake your head. “Doesn’t matter. I told Ruby she never should’ve filed that report. The Navy’s never gonna fire them and all they’ll do is punish her for speaking up. I know that story all too well.”

“Coyote’s fate rests on what you tell that committee.” Bradley says, stepping closer.

“Oh fuck Machado.”

“Listen-”

“No, you listen, Bradshaw. I don’t give a shit about what happens to Coyote because he certainly didn’t give a shit about what happened to me.”

“The girl I knew would have stepped up for what was right.”

“Yeah, and in another life, you and I probably fell in love and got married. In another life, I’m probably fucking best friends with Coyote and have a happy family with Dad and he probably fucking marries Penny, I don’t know. But this is real life. This is our reality. Where I was almost killed by a squadron who believed I was better off dead, where I had a wingman who agreed with them. Where you disappeared for two decades and blamed me for everything that was never my fault. Where I can’t stand to be in the same room as the people who raised me anymore because they refuse to understand the reality we are living in, where the Navy broke me.”

You let out a bitter laugh, looking at Bradley as you think back over the past decade of your life. “This, this, is the reality we are living in. This isn’t the reality where we all got to become some big ol’ happy family and I’m not the girl you knew anymore. This is it. This is who I am. Wake up.”

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#bradley rooster bradshaw #bradley rooster bradshaw x reader #bradley bradshaw #bradley bradshaw x reader #bradley rooster bradshaw fic #bradley bradshaw fic #top gun: maverick #top gun: maverick fic #same mistakes

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placeinthisworld · 5 days

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ttpdta review part one 🤠

let me preface this by stating that i am a swiftie first and person second in this situation. i have grown up with taylor and feel as if shes my big sister- yes i can make fun of her but if i see anyone else do it i will get fiercely protective. i do understand her music is not only art but also her form of therapy. that being said, throughout these nonsense notes i am constantly mentioning that taylor should go to therapy. i am aware of what she has said about therapy (and why she doesn’t go) but i would beg to differ with her…especially after this album release lol.

taylor is an extraordinary storyteller and song writer. i believe this album is full of evidence of that, but it also has some faults that prevent from being as good as i felt like it could have been. overall the album feels rushed.

i also feel like it’s important to recognize the elephant in the room. i know we probably all expected this to be a joe breakup album, so the fact that it turned out to be a “fuck you matty healy” album shook us all a little bit. i know matty had a controversial history, im not gonna sit here and defend him. i don’t know much about him other than what is forced against my will. i do however know that he struggles with mental health issues/ substance abuse/ addiction. i’m not gonna comment much about his personal issues, i don’t feel like that’s right and taylor’s constant references to drugs throughout ttpd definitely rubs me the wrong way. i should also mention i grew up with an active addict and do view things from that perspective, so i feel slightly triggered by the topic and my feelings about that may just be personal but i do mention that in my notes when it’s relevant.

lastly, i am not a music production girlie idk shit lol. i only know i am a aaron dessner stan so any song with his name im already biased towards and i am aware, if u don’t like that idk what to tell u lol. i just know what i feel like is “good” or “bad” but music is subjective🫶🏻

1. Fortnight:

Hate the functional alcoholic part. Like the beat, the chorus is catchy. One thing i love about a taylor swift song is that theres always a story and its always visual. I like the metaphor of the “good neighbors” of like having this teasing/ longing feeling for someone that you could have had a life with. “Your wife waters flowers/ i want to kill her + my husbands cheating/ i want to kill him” feeling like you were robbed of her life, feeling “all my mornings are mondays stuck in an endless february” reminiscing about the short period of time where you were together and convinced it would last forever (only for it to end before it even started). I do not listen to much post malone but i enjoyed his verse!! So many florida references we get it everything bad happens in florida.

i have not seen the video yet oooopsies

2. Ttpd:

i thought this was the opening of Hey Stephen (the remix) or something at first. gotta say i absolutely love the way she sings “you left your typewriter at my apartment/ straight from the tortured poets department” i enjoyed the vibe of this song, and lyrics up until the “you smoked then ate seven bars of chocolate (OKAY SOOOOOOO ME CODED NGL I LAUGHED at this point i could let this lyric slide- bit then she had to mention the charlie puth and golden retriever thing and ngl it almost ruins the song entirely for me. Tbh when i first listened to the leak i thought this was a fake AI song and that i was sending around a fake leak bc these lyrics started to get a little weird to me. ‘Sometimes i wonder if youre gonna screw this up with me/ but you told lucy you’d kill yourself if i ever leave” …………girl i am begging you to see a therapist (side note did anyone else have a friend in hs whos bf would say that shit a lot?? I remember straight up fighting with a friend who refused to break up w her bf bc he would threaten to end his own life is she did and he was like 16? If an adult is saying that same shit i would be Very concerned not gossiping about it???) “i chose this cyclone with you” my first reaction was: ride the cyclone the musical? Overall i liked the first half but you lost me at charlie puth (hes the one with eyebrow right? I think i get him and miles teller mixed up) (i dont know who either of these men are)

3. My boy only breaks his favorite things:

Okay tbh i thought this was gonna be one of my least favorites, but the total opposite happened. I think this is one of my top 5 favorites on this album. I do think that there is a difference between a poem and a song and that they are not always interchangeable. I feel like if this was edited into a poem it would be KILLER. The visuals, the the story, the vocabulary, the sadness in it. “Im queen of sandcastles he destroys/ There was danger in the heat of my touch/ once i fix me/ hes gonna miss me/ i felt more when we played pretend then with all the kens / cause he took me out of my box” i feel like ever since folklore, taylors been trying to push these big fancy words and sometimes it feels awkward and forced, but this is one of the rare songs that doesn't suffer from that.

4. Down bad:

meh. Chorus is catchy. I dont love the narrative “fuck it if i cant have him/ i might just it would make no difference” but i also have never once experienced that over a person before lmao……….taylor go to therapy. Nothing really stands out about this to me otherwise. No offense, but it sounds like a generic jack antonoff song lol. Like maybe if another artist released this, i would enjoy it more but idk i wouldnt expect it from taylor i guess. Just kinda feels boring to me sorry if u enjoy it <3

5. So long, london:

oh man were done with british men now for real for real. “ two graves one gun. I'll find someone” its over for joe and matty (but thats fine if all she has to say about joe is what i think she said on this album i am happy i think We Get It…) Aaron dessner i love u (remember when he reposted me on his ig ahh).”i kept calm and carried the weight of the rift/ pulled him in tighter each time he was drifting away” + “I stopped trying to make him laugh/ stopped trying to drill the safe/ i didnt opt in to be our odd man out/ im pissed off you let me give you all of that youth for free” oof i FELT that one a LITTLE too hard. I think this is both a song about matty and joe- i think she had a life and an attachment to london just in general through both relationships, “im just mad as hell because i loved this place” and so reflecting back on how both are over and how all those plans with either are done. “You sacrificed us to the gods of your bluest days” OKAY kinda hate this phrase bc it feels like shes placing blame on whomever’s mental health/ depression, like as if they made the conscious decision to sacrifice the relationship solely. This very much feels like “how much sadness did you think i could take before i got bored???” overall top favorite songs bc it doesnt have too many cringey or odd lyrics and the production is 10/10 thank u aaron dessner ilysm king

6. But daddy i love him:

tbh when i got the leak this was the first song i listened to bc i thought it was gonna be the worst one and i wanted to get it over with (i was RIGHT until she dropped that second half……..) and i DIDNT have the lyrics obviously so i couldnt for the life of me figure out if she really said “im having his baby…..NO IM NOT!” until the VERY end of the song and bro…….the cringe. The cringe. The cringe. This is also when i started to question if this was real or if i was passing out a fake leak, lol. I dont understand how she could be saying this shit about matty. And like we all know it lol. “Sometimes growing up precocious sometimes means not growing up at all” …….but like does it??? I feel like thats kinda an oxymoron or something like i understand what shes trying to say and MOST of the time her metaphors and comparisons make sense to me but like this one doesnt. Growing up precocious means to grow up more advanced in maturity, how would that also mean not growing up at all? Is it just me getting stoned and overthinking things? “Ill tell you something about my good name/ its mine alone to disgrace” true that bestie ur doin a great job by being so politically quiet over the past couple of yeats after making a whole asss documentary about wanting to be on the right side of history. But I digress i am just one of those bitches performing soliloquies you'll never see. Overall this song is very weird and cringey imo and i wish it stayed in whatever vault it was sitting in lol.

7.Fresh out of the slammer: “In the shade of how he was feeling” -_- dont like this narrative already. I could honestly go on a rant about why i dont like this song but im going to spare for the sake of my sanity in this review of thirty one fucking songs but its along these lines “to the one who says im the girl of his american dreams” oh brother. otherwise i dont care for many of the lyrics, the chorus/ melody/vibe is mid i guess. It sounds like another jack song (i was right)

8. Florida!!!: “all my friends smell like weed or little babies” okay i know what she was trying to say but im SORRY you cant tell me she couldnt think of ANY other way to say her friends are either parents partiers lmao. Deserves jail for that but luckily the vibe and the chorus of the song are really catchy and florence’s voice is beautiful in it. “Well me and my ghost we had a hell of a time/ yes im haunted but im feeling just fine” CHILLS i loved it. I didnt think i would like this song but (maybe as much as i like no body, no crime which is meh) but no i lowkey love this song and think its really fun. Once again the drug references start to get heavy here in the album and like i mentioned i do get slightly triggered by drug mentions.

9. Guilty as sin?:

okay taylor we get it you masterbate. Another strong jack song and it’s pretty similar to others on the album so nothing besides the sexual lyrics stand out.

10. Whos afraid of little old me?:

“if you wanted me dead you should have just said/ nothing makes me feel more alive” ooooooooooh i love that. I feel like a live or an acoustic version of this song would give me CHILLS. “Is it a wonder i broke / lets hear one more joke/ then we can all laugh until i cry” honestly so relatable, “i was tame, i was gentle til the circus life made me mean” oh :( that hurt bc it just reminds me of the vibe shift during midnights era/ eras tour where it *feels* like she started to pull back from being taylor swift and started to become Taylor Swift (™) and the way her fans/ media has treated her made her mean or cold or something and that just makes me feel sad. “Whos afraid of little old me? You caged me and then you called me crazy! I am what i am cause you trained me! SO. WHOS. AFRAID. OF ME? Again the narcotics line kinda makes me feel icky but thats bc i have that thing about drugs and just dont LOVE all the references to them. Like i know its not that serious but theres a reason why i dont seek out artists that typically talk or write about that stuff ya know so its weird. Overall i think the production is one of the most unique ones on this part of the album.

11. I can fix him (no really i can):

i hate it all around i think. I hate the narrative of “i can fix him!! I can handle a dangerous man!!! No really i can!!!” there is a reason why this song is barely 3 mins long lol it should have been cut but i think taylor wanted to Be Edgy. i dont care for the productions or the lyrics, its very forgetful imo.

12. Loml:

okay i really thought this was gonna be a joe song (rip) so i was thinking it was gonna be really deep and sad and like it IS but with the context of it being the pt 2 fling with matty it doesnt seem like it now. Anyone who thinks this is not about matty please look at the lyrics and be so serious “whos gonna stop us from waltzing back into reklndled flames/ if we know the steps anyway” I think matty just said too much shit to taylor during their fling and taylor WAS truly convinced this her invisible string and he promised her a lot that he couldnt upkeep and ghosted her and she took it SUPER hard, i mean two breakups in one year is a lot (me, whos never been through a single breakup once). I just dont understand how she feels like matty is the greatest loss of her life. One of my favorite tracks on the album, “our field of dreams engulfed in fire/ your arsons match your somber eyes” a LOT of these lyrics are actually really good imo. I think im the only one that didnt find the “mr. steal your girl and make her cry” line idk i thought it was actually kinda neat, the phrasing of it, kinda contradicts the title “love of my life” because he was never that serious or respectful of her and only use her from the beginning. This is another song that i think would make KILLER poem over song. Overall i think the piano is haunting and a live version of this will make me die, thank u again aaron dessner 10/10

13. I can do it with a broken heart:

ngl i thought this was the opening to mastermind for a hot second- also gave me a scare on whether or not this was a fake leak lol. Catchy ass chorus but very YOYOK. “Breaking down i hit the floor/ All the pieces of me shattered/ as the crowd was shouting “more!” ooffffffff seeeeee that is exactly WHAT i was afraid she was feeling durning the eras tour after the joe breakup/ matty situation and all these stupid twitter and tik tok swiffers were out here overanalyzing EVERYTHING and demanding rep tv like every other day. “Im so depressed i act like its my birthday” …….okay taylor. Like a lot of people have said, i think she interchanges “depressed” for “sad” a lot and the two are not the same. I think taylor wrote this song (but specifically the “i cry a lot time but i am so productive” and was like “yup this part is gonna go viral on tik tok,” initially i wrote “feels like taylor saw that depression barbie commercial in barbie 2023 and wrote a song based on that” lol which i still agree with. Overall the production of this screams midnights reject lol, very jack antonoff. Over time this song has grown on me a lot. Originally i didnt care for it but now its kind of a bop but i think its bc its so similar to YOYOK. “Try and come for my job” @taylorswift deadass you couldn’t think of anything else to say instead. cmon. I was mostly on board until that very last part, just seemed very cheesy lol like its not a big deal but i thought it delivered well without it.

14. The smallest man who ever lived:

(aaron thank u for saving me and this entire album) “they just ghosted you/ now you know what it feels like” OUCH. “i dont even want you back i just want you to know/ if rusting my sparkling was the goal/ and i dont miss what we had but can someone give/ a message to the smallest man who ever lived” oh this was somber af. I am obsessed with the phrasing of the chorus. I also LOVE taylors deeper voice its def giving me the same feelings MTR gave me from folklore, that made me CRY and this was very similar. This is another classic taylor song that i could EASILY write like a ten page essay about if someone put a gun to my head. I know that its about a *romantic* relationship, but it feels general enough to be able to relate to anyone who is close to someone with an addiction or struggles with substances. A lot of addicts dont understand the impact of their addiction or their behaviors that they display while struggling. To meeeeee, this feels very much like “you were self centered and betrayed my trust, was any of this true? Real? Am i paranoid or is this that deep?” “it wasnt sexy once it wasnt forbidden” has me thinking lots of things. I think that describes taylors “type”if that makes sense? Like i said i would need to literally break this song down line by line like its ridiculous i have too many thoughts about this song i have listened to it on repeat six times by the time im typing this. “In public showed me off/ then sank in stoned oblivion” FUCK. “you treat her like an also-ran” honestly i have never heard of that phrase/word thank u dr. swift. “Were you sent by someone who wanted me DEAD/ did you sleep with a GUN underneath OUR BED/ were you writing a BOOK?/ were you a sleeper cell SPY? IN 5O YEARS WILL THIS BE ALL DECLASSIFIED?/ AND YOU’LL CONFESS WHY YOU DID IT!/ AND ILL SAY GOOD RIDDANCE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!” tears were formed besties. Also love the gracie abrams reference. “And you deserve prison but you wont get time” i feel like is very metaphorical like you DESERVE to be punished for what you did to me but you won’t admit to the guilt, you wont admit your wrongdoings, you wont admit that i would have done anything for you and you have no problem replacing me. “You said normal girls were boring/ but you were gone by the morning” first of all red flag girlie, nonetheless heartbreaking. “And in plain sight you hid/ but you are what you did” i say this with all the love in my heart, someone take taylor swift to a really good really private therapist. I could say more but i think i need to move on because i am now on my eighth cyle of listening to this song.

15. The alchemy:

already kinda hate it. “What if i told you im back/ the hospital was a drag/ worst sleep i ever had” do you think taylor swift has ever been admitted to a real hospital in this context. Feels very out of place and like i said earlier i dont love the psych ward visuals/ references she keeps inserting in this album. “He jokes its heroin but this time with an e” thanks! I fucking hate that line so much. Feels very icky, not funny. I get what shes going for but it falls so flat for me. The football references (yall know my opinion on meathead!!!!!!!! I will not engage!!!) are fucking dumb. Production is kinda lame and uninterested. Will only listen to this song if by force and will not repeat it ive head enough lets move on.

i have Lots Of Thoughts. i don’t think anyone cares about what i have to say though so i don’t think i’ll bother posting the rest lol but i did do a lot of work so ill post just a bit to make myself feel better.

#personal #ts ttpd #ttpd #the tortured poets department

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theconstantsidekick · 10 months

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Tony Stark Is Like A Painting

Pairings: Tony Stark x Stark!Reader (siblings)

Genre: I literally have no idea what genre this qualifies as and I personally have a wide range of what I consider genre

Summary: Tony's being rejected from the Avengers Initiative. FUN!

(These scenes incorporate y/n, codename—Static, into the pre-existing story as a character without making drastic changes to the plot or mythos. All the major plot points from the MCU remain in place with the addition of the reader as Static, who is not only a Stark but also enhanced. Whatever events from the canon aren’t mentioned, take place without much change.)

Warnings: Very little Swearing (idk how that happened)

a/n: read Age Of Ultron for more information on Y/n's backstory

sidenote: if ya'll know about the rabbit in a snowstorm, HIT ME UP.

“I don’t think I want you looking at that,” Fury says in a scolding tone as he enters the room and takes a seat opposite Tony. There are guards surrounding them and behind their table are holographic screens lit up showcasing footage of the… let’s call it recent peculiar events. “I’m not sure it pertains to you anymore.” Fury pulls the file titled, “Avengers Initiative” out of Tony’s hands.

Ooof, she thinks. That’s gotta hurt.

“Now this, on the other hand, is Agent Romanoff’s assessment of you.” Fury hands Tony another file. “Read it,” He urges him.

Tony does as he’s told. “Aaaah—‘Personality overview—Mr. Stark displays compulsive behavior.’” Tony looks straight at Fury, “In my own defense, that was last week.” When Fury does nothing but stares at him unimpressed, he realizes his joke has not landed. Moving on, he adds, “‘Prone to self-destructive tendencies.’ I was dying. I mean, please. Aren’t we all? ‘Textbook narcissism’?” He seems a little shocked at the observation. There is a pause. He even looks at Fury… who remains unmoving. So Tony says, “Agreed. Okay, here it is… aaaaah—‘Recruitment assessment for Avenger Initiative. Iron Man? Yes.’” He closes the file. “I gotta think about it.”

Fury commands, as unimpressed as ever, “Read on.”

So once again, Tony does as he’s asked, he opens the file and reads, “‘Tony Stark not—? Not recommended’? That doesn’t make any sense. How can you approve—me but not approve me? I got a new ticker.” Fury gets off his seat. “I’m trying to—uh—do right by—uh—Pepper. I—I’m in uh—a stable-ish relationship.”

Fury walks around and rests against the table by Tony’s chair, “Which leads us to believe at this juncture we’d only like to use you as a consultant.”

And you have to know, a man does not dress up in a flashing red suit of armor if he isn’t at least a little bit of an egomaniac. If S.H.I.E.L.D. does not want him, he doesn’t need to pretend to need them. He’s a little petty that way.

Tony stands and offers his hand. Both men shake hands.

Clasping his other hand on top of Fury’s, “You can’t afford me.” He smiles.

He goes to leave, but then he turns around again. “Then again, I will waive my customary retainer in exchange for a small favor.” Fury looks a little skeptical, so he continues, “Rhodey and I are being honored in Washington and we need a presenter.”

Yeah… see? Real fucking petty that way.

“I’ll see what I can do,” Fury answers.

Tony smiles, triumphant in his upcoming revenge.

Then he whistles, “You coming?”

Y/n steps out of the shadow where she had been leaning on the wall, “You head out, I’ll be right behind you. The Director and I have a few things to square out.”

Tony rushes over, drops a kiss on her cheek, and heads out.

Both she and Fury take a seat.

“So?” Fury begins. “What is your assessment of Tony Stark?”

Y/n pushes her chair back so it’s balancing only on the hind legs. “My assessment is that whether you like it or not, he is going to be an Avenger.”

Fury raises an eyebrow, “Is that so?”

His tone is so apprehensive that it makes Y/n smile. “There’s this painting I like. It’s called ‘Rabbit In A Snowstorm’. You heard of it?”

“That all white piece of canvas that you fancy folk like to call art? Yes. I’ve heard of it,” Fury replies, clearly interested.

Y/n smile some more. “You don’t like it, I take it…”

Fury looks at her like it’s the most obvious thing in the world to dislike it. “It is literally all white. Now, I might not be the artsiest fucker out there, but come on, calling that blank canvas a painting is a stretch.”

Nodding in mild assent, Y/n shoves her hands in her pocket and throws her head back. “See, the thing about that ‘blank canvas’ is that it takes time. The more time you spend looking at the painting, the more of yourself that you invest into it, the more you see. You spend a couple minutes you see the texture, a more and you see the different shades of white and a couple hours in you can even see the brush strokes.”

“So, you’re saying Tony is like that painting?” Fury asks, mildly annoyed.

Y/n sits up. “I’m saying all the people around him have stuck around for a reason. And no matter how—unstable you think he might be, you have to admit the people around him are beyond trustworthy.”

“I cannot pick him to be on my team because I like his friends. This is not a game of charades in a shitty little house party,” Fury argues.

Shrugging, Y/n says. “Look, this isn’t me trying to convince you. I don’t really care if you put him on the roster. I just know he’ll find his way there.” Fury looks at her with a challenge in his eye. “What? You think the council will let you call in these so-called ‘Avengers’—” she picks up the file titles, ‘Avengers Initiative’, “—unless the world is on fire?” She scoffs. “No, right? So here’s my follow-up question; if the world is on fire do you think my brother, Tony ‘I am Iron Man’ Stark will just sit on his ass and watch it happen?”

“So you’re saying it’s inevitable?” Fury questions, brow raised in discontent.

Standing up, Y/n replies in indispensable nonchalance, “No, come on! I’m saying neither of us knows what’s gonna happen in the future.”

“Except for the part where Tony will be on the team,” Fury counters.

“Yeah, except for that,” Y/n answers, fixing her suit.

“How do you know that the rest of them will accept him?”

“I know because of the ‘Rabbit In The Snowstorm’,” she tells him and begins walking out. “It’ll happen sooner than you think. You’ll wake up one day and realize Natasha Romanoff and Tony Stark are the best of friends.” She shakes her head, “It’ll be hilarious.”

“You’ve got yourself a bet, Agent Stark,” Fury challenges with a small smile in his voice.

“It’s Ms. Stark.” She puts on her sunglasses. “And you’re on, Nick.” With that she steps out, rushing over to her brother, who’s waiting patiently in his car.

“I’m craving donuts, you want some donuts? I think we should get some donuts,” Tony says as she gets in the car.

“I think Randy’s is open.”

With that, they drive off.

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petermlx · 8 months

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Peter as a dad

Going off of canon (movie wise) and off of personal headcanons that I’ve seen, I’d say that Peter would be a really good dad.

He grew up with a younger sister (as seen in DoFP. Whether that’s Wanda or Lorna or a completely different kid is up to you) and in the same movie, we’ve seen that his mother drinks alcohol. So there’s a high chance pointing to the fact that Peter’s mother might’ve been too drunk to raise either of her kids.

So Peter, with both of his parents absent in his childhood, would swear to himself that he’d raise his sister better than their mother ever could.

And he’d get good at it. He’d probably even steal a book on parenting just to make sure he was going about things the right way, one of the few things he’s ever done by the book.

And as he and his sister gets older (she looks to be around 7 or 8 in DoFP and Peter’s probably in his late teens at the same time) he’d do other things too. Like go with her for parent-teacher conferences and back to school nights. Peter would go trick-or-treating with her on Halloween and would play dress up with her.

So I’d imagine that even after she’s all grown up and in high school or college and Peter’s moved into the mansion after Apocalypse, all of those parental instincts would just stick. He’s spent practically his entire life being his sister’s ‘dad’, he wouldn’t just forget all of that.

In the beginning, Peter definitely wouldn’t realize that he was even doing it. Like, he’d read bedtime stories to the students that wouldn’t be able to sleep or he’d make snacks for some of the students. He’d help the students with their classwork (even if he didn’t understand half of it) and would watch them whenever they went outside to play or practice with their mutations.

And then Peter would realize what he was doing and would double-down on it. His parental instincts weren’t something he was ashamed of and he sure as hell wasn’t ashamed to admit that he cares for the little rascals of Charles’s school.

And then those instincts would bleed into his friendships with the older mutants. At first it would be simple stuff like making snacks for them when they said they were hungry in between meals. Or he would help patch them up after training or missions even though they had Hank to do that. And then it would evolve into little comments like-

“Hank, you gotta sleep more, man. How are you expected to be our great engineer if you can’t even see straight?”

Or,

“C’mon, Charles, we were all teenagers once. Let them go to the mall. If it makes you feel better, I’ll be sure to watch over them.”

And then it would evolve into different, more serious comments such as-

“Scott! Don’t do that, you’re gonna bust your head open!

And,

“Kurt, buddy, I know your tail is strong but you can’t just go around picking everything slightly heavy up with it. You might drop it and I don’t think our good doctor here is well-versed in the ways of literal tail bones.”

Or,

“Jubs, I understand that you want a ‘hot summer bod’, your words not mine, but you really have to eat more than that. It isn’t healthy to cut back on food just because you want to get skinny. Here, have some more food and I’ll teach you later how to get a hot bod like mine.”

At first, the X-Men definitely don’t realize what’s going on, they just think that Peter is being protective over them because of Apocalypse (though that wouldn’t explain the things he’s said to the older mutants who are more than capable of taking care of themselves). But then, for whatever reason, Peter’s little sister comes to the mansion.

And all of a sudden the others are watching from an entirely different perspective on how Peter acts with others. He’s questioning his sister about her school while he’s making her a snack and how she’s doing and if anybody is giving her any trouble. And she kinda laughs while rolling her eyes and answers with a “No, Dad. Nobody’s giving me trouble,” and it’s not exactly said sarcastically as most little siblings would be with their older siblings.

And the others would analyze Peter’s behaviour with them and then would have that collective thought of ‘Oh. Peter acts like a dad to us’.

After that realization, the others would start to be more welcoming towards Peter’s words of advice and caution, even though it felt like he was babying them from time to time.

I’m just saying that with his family, biological or not, Peter would act like a total dad.

(I feel very strongly about this, if you couldn’t tell.)

#peter maximoff #quickson #quickdad???#sgg-Sept23

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soldwreckedmoved · 10 months

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ROLF “RIFF LORTON” LAUTMANN

womb to tomb wasn’t never a joke for me.

NAME: rolf “riff lorton” lautmann

D.O.B: november 6, 1939

AGE: eighteen

SEX: male

ORIENTATION: closeted bisexual

OCCUPATION: former mechanic, current gang leader

FAMILY: born to wilhelm and helene lautmann, no siblings. partners and children are verse dependent.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE: short brown hair. blue eyes. skin is somewhat tanned but still on the pale side. there is a crescent scar under his left eye and other assorted scars scattered across his body. he has three tattoos, one of a woman on his right forearm, one of a skunk on his right shoulder and the word happy on his left shoulder.

EDUCATION: high school dropout

RELIGION: raised catholic, doesn’t practice

ALIGNMENT: chaotic neutral/evil

ZODIAC: scorpio

PERSONALITY:

can’t you shut up for a single goddamn second?

nihilistic. stubborn. quick to anger. overprotective. reckless. fast talker (both figuratively and literally).

HISTORY:

Rolf Lautmann was born to Wilhelm and Helene Lautmann on November 6, 1939. The birth was a difficult one and the doctors said that it was a miracle Helene didn’t die. After Rolf was born, both of his parents decided that they wanted as little to do with him as possible. His mother was out all night, often with different men, and his father wasn’t much better. His father’s temper was the worst thing about his early life; he’d often take his anger out on his son, leaving him bloody and bruised on the kitchen floor.

When Rolf was twelve, he ran away. The police brought him home within the hour, so he waited until the house was empty and ran away again. This time, he hid in the dumpster in an alley. He was planning to wait until morning and use what money he had to buy a train ticket, but he was discovered before he could put his plan into action. Luckily for Rolf, he was found by Anton Wyzek. It was the beginning of a life-long friendship and a bond that everyone said was closer than the bond between brothers.

When the boys were fourteen, they started the Jets. They knew of other gangs and had decided to make one of their own to protect the West Side. Rolf had, somewhere in the time of him turning thirteen, started going by Riff Lorton. This was partly because he’d always hated his name and partly because it’d be harder for his parents to find him with a different name. Tony went by Tony, like he always had. The Jets grew quickly and soon encompassed the whole of the West Side. They were the greatest, as Riff liked to say, and nothing could tear them down.

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it feels so scary getting old//verse - pre movie. (1939 - 1956). riff is born to wilhelm and hélène lautmann. his life is a living hell, so he runs away at twelve with the intent of catching a train away from new york. he hides in a dumpster overnight and is found by tony wyzek. the two quickly become inseparable and create the jets together at fourteen. the jets grow in size and tony and riff are on top of the world. nothing and no one will tear them down.

born to die young//verse - canon events of the movie. tony comes home and riff negotiates the rumble. everything goes to hell in a handbasket when tony dances with bernardo’s little sister. nothing good comes of these two days and morning dawns with three dead bodies and three grieving women.

one step ahead of the wrecking ball//verse - post movie. riff lives but tony is killed in the crossfire. riff is forced to deal with his guilt and the consequences of his actions.

when are you gonna grow up//verse - modern au. riff is your stereotypical bad boy. he doesn’t go to school much and generally runs around causing trouble. he still has the jets, but they’re more of a nuisance than an actual threat.

pretty girls wanting to dance//verse - 20’s au. riff runs a speakeasy and is constantly dodging the local authorities. he lives life on the edge because, really, is there any other way to live it?

you gotta get your story straight//verse - any and all interactions with muses that do not exist in the wss universe. this includes fandomless ocs. it does not include wss ocs.

ships

your beauty never ever scared me//otp: riff/grazi

stick to your own kind//otp: riff/maria

you are west side legendary//otp: riff/tony

i’ve held my breath since i saw her//otp: riff/johanna

i’m so in love that i might stop breathing//otp: riff/lucy

held hostage by my feelings//otp: riff/rosalia

come and dance yeah?//otp: riff/olivia

relax it’s a social mixer//otp: riff/susan

dynamics

womb to tomb//dyn: riff/tony

little man you’re a king//dyn: riff/the jets

we can powwow friendly like//dyn: riff/bernardo

i’m a paying customer//dyn: riff/valentina

miscellaneous

there’s dust on everything//aesthetic

hand to heart//headcanon

who cares who i am//faceclaim

#tw: abuse #tw: parental abuse #tw: child abuse #tw: abuse mention #char: riff lorton #it feels so scary getting old//verse #born to die young//verse #one step ahead of the wrecking ball//verse #when are you gonna grow up//verse #pretty girls wanting to dance//verse #you gotta get your story straight//verse #your beauty never ever scared me//otp: riff/grazi #stick to your own kind//otp: riff/maria #you are west side legendary//otp: riff/tony #i’ve held my breath since i saw her//otp: riff/johanna #i’m so in love that i might stop breathing//otp: riff/lucy #held hostage by my feelings//otp: riff/rosalia #come and dance yeah?//otp: riff/olivia #relax it’s a social mixer//otp: riff/susan #womb to tomb//dyn: riff/tony #little man you’re a king//dyn: riff/the jets #we can powwow friendly like//dyn: riff/bernardo #i’m a paying customer//dyn: riff/valentina #there’s dust on everything//aesthetic #hand to heart//headcanon #who cares who i am//faceclaim

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whenjet · 2 months

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RIFF IS PRETTY SURE THIS IS HIS THIRD CIGARETTE OF THE DAY. HE NORMALLY DOESN’T SMOKE THIS MUCH, but he’s had nothing to do for the past two days and the boredom has caught up with him. He tosses the cigarette away from him and squishes it into the ground so that he doesn’t get arrested for arson. “Don’t you think that it’s boring how people talk?” he asks the other. “Making smart with their words again, well, I’m bored.”

#ooc — open starter #you gotta get your story straight — verse

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zepskies · 2 months

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Writer Tag

Thank you so much for tagging me @venus-haze! As always, your responses on this were really interesting and got me thinking about my answers. (Here's the original post.)

So these first questions are geared toward Ao3 stories.

How many works do you have on AO3? 48 and counting.

What's your total AO3 word count? Aw geez. According to the statistics page, 1,022,400.

(But I have more fics listed in Tumblr thanks to headcanons and things not yet posted in Ao3.)

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Every Loyalty - (Jon Snow x OC)

And So It Goes - (Butcher x OC)

Never Say Goodbye - (Dean Winchester x Reader)

Break Me Down - (OC Version | Soldier Boy x OC)

Checkerboard - (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes! Always. I love getting feedback and engaging with the people who take the time to read my work. 💜

What's the fic you've written with the angstiest ending? Ooh, it's gotta be this imagine in SPN fandom: "Sam crosses the line." In which he's in love with Dean's girlfriend.

(Sequel to "You are Dean's one exception.")

What the fic you've written with the happiest ending? Well, most of my stories have happy endings. But probably Never Say Goodbye (Dean W. x Reader). It's a soulmate AU, so very rom-com and fluffy, despite all the drama they went through.

Though I could also say the same of the last story in the Midnight Espresso-verse: In Bad Weather.

Do you write crossovers? No, I don't. I've enjoyed reading a few though.

Have you ever received hate on a fic? Yes, unfortunately lol. It's inevitable for as long as I've been writing though.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Oh yes lol. I'm a romantic though, so it's often a mix of fluff, straight up romance, occasionally dashed with angst and/or hurt/comfort.

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Not to my knowledge. (I hope not!)

Have you ever had a fic translated? Nope, but I've received solicitations lol.

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yeah, when I was a teenager just starting out writing, I used to write with one of my best friends growing up. (We're still good friends to this day.)

What's your all-time favorite ship? That's pretty much impossible. 🤣 It depends on the fandom! Nowadays I tend to write for OCs or reader inserts though.

What's a WIP that you want to finish but don't think you ever will? Ooof, nothing recent. But I finally finished And So It Goes, which took me 3 years for some reason. 🙃

Though I do have both a Jason Teague x OC series and a Smallville Clark Kent x OC series outlined that realistically, I probably won't get to. 💔

What are your writing strengths? I've been told I'm good at dialogue and keeping canon characters in character, which is always amazing to hear! I try my best.

What are your writing weaknesses? Action scenes and smut scenes are my biggest writing challenges, though I've been told I do a decent job at them. I know I tend to use adverbs a lot lol (I'm trying to curb that).

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic? So I try to minimize use of this, but, I've gotten critiqued (putting it mildly) on this before for two reasons. Admittedly, I've had to revise myself in certain use cases, but also, there are slang words and phrases in certain Spanish cultures that wouldn't make sense to another Hispanic/Latino culture that doesn't use the word/phrase. So sometimes, it's not that it's wrong grammatically, but that it's slang.

What was the first fandom you wrote for? Oh jeezus, probably Chronicles of Narnia fandom when I was like, 10 and brand new to writing. 😂

What's a fandom/ship you haven't written for yet but want to? Ooh a tough one. I feel like there are so many! I do have a story I had outline years ago now for Steve Rogers/Captain America back in the MCU fandom (which I've written in before). But that fandom is a bit intimidating. 😂

What's your favorite fic you've written? Also really tough for me. I think it's a tie between two series:

Break Me Down (Soldier Boy x Reader)

Midnight Espresso (Dean W. x Plus-Sized Latina!Reader)

One totally took me by surprise by how much I enjoyed writing the series and the characters (and figuring out how to write Soldier Boy/Ben 😂).

While the other allowed me to be a little more indulgent with myself, writing from my personal experience and my culture.

The responses on both stories have been amazing and incredibly heartwarming. 💗

No pressure tags:

@thatonewriter15 @waywardxwords @impala-dreamer @dean-winchester-is-a-warrior @deanwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @kaleldobrev -- and whoever else wants to join! 💜

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soldwrecked · 7 months

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@warriours said "i can't take my eyes off of you."

RIFF STARED AT HIM. THAT WAS A THING COUPLES SAID TO EACH OTHER. IT WAS A THING PEOPLE SAID WHEN THEY WERE IN LOVE. AS FAR AS HE KNEW, he and Ajax were neither of those things. They were just two guys that met up to fuck and then not talk about it until the next time they met up. He did happen to be wearing his dancing clothes and while he didn’t think Ajax had ever seen him wear them before, he didn’t think they warranted a statement like that. “Right,” he said. There was an uncomfortable edge to his voice. “Good to know.” He knew that that probably wasn’t the best thing to say, but he didn’t know what else to say.

#warriours #char : riff lorton #you gotta get your story straight ; verse #queue gotta get over that

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luvinhobiee · 10 months

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## FEEL ON YA’ !!

hobie b. x black! spider-person! reader

synopsis; when out on a mission with miguel , you are met with a extremely difficult monster. while you struggle to contain it the spiderman from this universe swings in to help. the only problem is.. he has your heart shuddering.

a/n: this is a two part story!

warnings; foul language ( mild )

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“ y/n. you have to stay alert. stop playing so much. ” miguel advised you once again. you were still new to all of this spider-verse, kicking butt in different worlds stuff so when miguel asked you to come on this mission with him, you were estatic. miguel knew you had the potential of being one of , if not the best spider-woman in the multi-verse if you weren’t so big on fun & kept your head on the job.

“ miguel, i head you the first time.. but listen. ” you paused , while swinging and flipping in the air. “ you said it yourself , everything happens for a reason. that damn spider bit me for a reason, why would i made fate from the universe boring and lame? ” you turned your head to him, “ you need to have a little fun every now & then. ” you smirked at him. you never wanted to pry into miguel’s backstory. but you looked out for him when he would let you.. because he had always been there for you.

the moment was interrupted due to the loud , screeching sound of commotion. you shot your webs up to a higher building to look further out and you’re almost horrified. “ miguel! we have to hurry, this thing has a building full of people in his hands and he’s about to throw it. we gotta move! ” miguel nodded and caught up to your speed. the adrenaline flooding your senses as you balanced your breath while swinging.

“ i’m going straight in. follow my lead. ” miguel shot like lightning towards the criminal and you followed behind going just as fast. miguel’s eyes told you everything you needed to know as you shot out webs, catching the monster by his ankles and pulling as hard as you could. miguel’s webs caught the building and landed it smoothly on the ground. you made sure to keep the monsters legs tight in your grip, careful not to let go. all of a sudden the thing started to grow in size and it was getting very hard even for you to keep him at bay.

“ miguel! this thing is budging.. i won’t be able to hold it much longer.. ” you yelled at the top of your lungs. you were holding on so tight , sweat was pooling into your forehead. “ give me one minute, y/n. ” miguel told you still trying to pull the building’s weight up right. minutes felt like hours.. you were slipping. you were going to let go soon. “ miguel! ” you screamed once again as your hands were starting to ache really badly. this was one of the biggest opponents you’ve ever faced.

“ fuck.. i can’t. ” your hand started to slip. you were whispering to yourself reminding yourself not to let go. “ oi!~ ” you heard from behind you, “ let me help ya’ with dat, yeah? ” a unfamiliar voice crept up beside you and shot webs next to yours, taking off some of the weight and pulling just as hard. you turned your head and seen a spiderman who you were guessing was from this demension. miguel finally webbed up the monster’s upperhalf. “ you can let go. head down this way, we have to evacuate the civilians down here. ”

you let go with a groan almost instantly falling down to the ground landing on your feet. the spider that met you when you were in the sky followed behind you and looked at you. “ ya alrigh’ there, luv? “ he asked giving you his hand to help you up , which you took it as he lifted you up. “ i’m fine, thanks for asking. ” he nodded and you two ran off in search for miguel.

once you found him, you glared at him. “ hobie. want to tell me why we had to come down here to deal with this when you live here and you’re supposed to handle it? ” miguel , glared at hobie. you looked at the both of them- they knew each other? hobie laughed at shrugged. “ i was comin’ to handle it, bruv. ya came down here too fast. ” hobie shook his head, looking at you. for some reason, looking at him made your whole body .. hot. you snapped out of it once you realized you were staring.

“ miguel.. you’re forgetting to introduce us. ” you said in a stern voice. miguel looked at you and rolled his eyes. “ you guys can become aquainted on the way back to HQ. let’s move. ” he opened a portal and the 3 of you walked through it , landing in a “ elevator ” going upside down. it was too hot, you took your mask off and looked to your right. you were met with hobie’s identity as well. your locs fell downward hanging freely. the two of you were locked in the pools of each others eyes for a good 10 seconds. “ you’re so.. cool.. ” you stammered out without realizing, saying your thoughts outloud. hobie smirked, ” i was this cool the whole time, luv. ” you instantly looked away, the heat that was growing throught your body getting worse.

by the time you had got to the “dungeon”, you were sweating. you were so focused on the way his shining lip piercing caressed his full bottom lip. he was so.. intoxicating & pleasing to your eyes. you couldn’t stop staring. ever since he was in your space, it had been hard to breathe or even look anywhere else other than his face or his body. you were so far gone that you didn’t even hear miguel calling your name.

“ y/n. ” your head shot up once he called your name once more. “ oh- miguel. i’m sorry. ” you fixed your posture. “ what happened? ” you asked and miguel rolled his eyes. “ i was saying you preformed well today. expect to be set out for more missions, that’s all. ” you nodded. “ hobie. never let that happen again. ” he glared at him once again. “ the both of you are dismissed. ” you turned quickly and walked out , trying to catch some fresh air.

“ luv, you gonna leave me? ” he asked. he was closer to you then you thought because his longer legs helped him move faster and catch up to you. “ no- i just.. i don’t- you don’t feel that?! “ you asked pulling your suit a bit trying to get some air. you rushed to your room , opening the door. “ luv, can i come in? ” he asked sweetly, his voice doing nothing but making your heat worse. “ sure. ” you answered quickly. “ i know what ya feelin’ , darlin’. i feel it too. “

you and hobie were sitting on your bed, getting to know each other. he was telling you about how he didn’t like labels, and how he was a role model at one time. “ ya know, that feelin’ ya getting. it happens when ya meet somebody ya like. ” he explains. “ so , your telling me.. i like you? ” you ask him. “ no, i already know ya do. you been starin’ at me like i’ve grown two heads ever since ya laid those pretty eyes on me, yeah? “ he chuckled.

“ hobie.. uhm. let’s hang out more. if that’s okay with you.. ” you stepped out of your comfort zone & asked him. he smirked at you. “ of course , luv. we can go to the pub & have some fun, yeah? i’ll come get ya tonight. ”

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part 2 will be out some time tmr! thx for readinggg lob u!🖤

#hobie brown #hobie brown smut #hobie spiderverse #atsv hobie #hobie headcanons #hobie x y/n #hobie x black!reader

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fazgoo-connoiseur-1987 · 4 months

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Okay cus I can here's little explanations for why each song in the Bill playlist is in the Bill playlist as of today (i change it a lot).

Razzle Dazzle- song about tricking people via showbiz. Specifically making them trust you. That's all he does.

Birdhouse in Your Soul- 'ahaha you can trust me ahahha :] or can you >:]'

Hip to Be Square- Patrick Bateman. Also it's about how cool it is to conform.

Dancing Queen- The ABBA songs are on here cus I think he'd like them. Dancing Queen is his favourite.

Winner Takes it All- Also an ABBA song but it's got some Bill themeing to it like you kinda gotta play dirty to get what you want cus the world is unfair.

Can't Decide- I remember.... 2014.....

I'm Gonna Win- Spiritual successor to Can't Decide in my head. All about how this guy's never gonna give up ever. Bill literally refuses to die out of spite multiple times.

Talking in Your Sleep- Movie song. It also goes hard.

My Way- Asshole anthem and another song he'd probably like irl.

Lifetime Achievement Award- This one is more Vanny singing AT him but yeh, get revived by an obsessive fan, idiot.

Run, Rabbit, Run- Bnunny :]

Science Fiction/Double Feature- He's a freaky sci-fi guy (this is kinda a compromise for Sweet Transvestite cus I don't have the BALLS to put that in the William Afton playlist sadly).

Feed My Ego- About relationships being for his benifit only. Wonderful.

Icicles- Mostly here cus Henry is the song that leads into this one on the album. It's got the whole motif of taking people out with you though which Bill totally does.

As Your Father I Expressly Forbid It- He's a suburban dad.

Do It All The Time- Mostly here cus of the robotic beep boops and general aura of world domination.

Ruler of Everything- DO YOU LIKE HOW I-

Kiss Me, Son of God- Bill has weird religious themeing and also he SUCKS.

dancing around in circles until my little feet fall off- CLOWN MUSIC.

We'll Meet Again- He... he always comes back....

Waterloo- About loving losing a fight. Brilliant.

It's Only A Paper Moon- Another song he'd like IRL but it's also about believing something so hard it becomes true. It's also an important part of A Streetcar Named Desire which is a play I think he enjoys.

The Snake- Literally that one Candy Cadet story in song form and it goes hard.

Variations On a Cloud- WHY DON'T WE KEEP IT COMING BACK AND COMING BACK AND

Make of This What You Will- Mostly just the vibes are correct with this one I think.

AD INFINITUM- He's not beating the Spampton allegations. It was either this or I straight up just put Big Shot in here.

Under My Skin- Makes me think of remnant and loss of identity.

well, better than the alternative...- He's a suburban mum. Next to Razzle Dazzle this is the most Bill song. There's even a rabbit reference in the first verse.

VIRUS- aaoaugh the bunny is malware in myyy commpurter..

Mx.Sinister- He's a little obsessive maybe a little.

2econd 2ight 2eer (that was fun, goodbye.)- Lots of lines in this one just scream Bill at me till I start dancing soz.

Noel's Lament- Bill would fantasise about being a 20s French sex-worker I think that's in character.

Something Something Lake- This is how I conseptualise UCN.

Fairytale of New York- His ex-wife calls him a fag.

Murder on the Dancefloor- Goes hard. Also he kills people.

I/Me/Myself- Fucking.... transgender.

#GOD DAMN this is long #long post #uuh yeh :] yay :] music :]#william afton #yelling about the bear #ahe

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uhuraisgay · 3 months

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fic writer meme

ty lore @megafaunatic for tagging meee :3c

How many works do you have on Ao3?

fifty three as of today. tomorrow? who knows.... (probably still fifty three)

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

518,435 words .... wrow.....

3. What fandoms do you write for?

historically its been all over the place but theres so much stuff rotting and dying in my gdrive that has never been posted so i feel like i have a broader actual ouvre than is represented on ao3. which is mdzs heavy at least in the past couple years

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

5. beyond all limit (wangxian i wrote for lore right after i first read the book) 4. if the story's over (moshang post-divorce get-together fic) 3. someone as good for me as you (written in 2016 for holster and ransom when i was reading check, please. LMAO) 2. at least as deep as the pacific ocean (written in 2015 in the clearest example of 'person distraught by the tragic ending of a tragedy misses the fucking point and writes a coffee shop au of achilles and patroclus after she read tsoa' ever, even bigger LMAO) 1. your name safe in their mouth (lsz gets his dad back, and other emotional adventures)

5. Do you respond to comments?

i used to try to reply to every comment i got but i stopped doing that around the same time i went to college and got more depressed. but i love reading comments and i sometimes reply if someone says something that moves me or like. asks me a question about the fic that i want to elaborate on? because i love to yap

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

i'm not really good at writing straight angst i feel like it's normally like. angst with catharsis. but i wrote some explorations on grief in the past couple years that i feel like have the angst factor (what i have of you about nhs after nmj dies, and then when your beard fell out about my sweetie pie kageyama tobio in middle school after his grandpa dies)

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

i have a lot of silly fluffy fics... idk i try to toe the line mostly of like. the joys and sadnesses of human experience but sometimes you just gotta fluff it up. i'll set the table, you can make the fire, which is book verse aziraphale/crowley living in a cottage and being in love, comes to mind....i love that one

8. Do you get hate on fics?

i don't think i've ever really gotten hate on a fic? i have been extremely lucky in that regard. especially since my whole ouvre from like 2014 onward is on that damn site and much of it is very cringeworthy.

9. Do you write smut?

not well!

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you have written?

i often will do like kind of a quasi-crossover kind of thing rather than a True Crossover wherein i take characters i like from one medium and plop them into the roles and places of characters i like from another medium. i did a dragon age wangxian fic where lwj was the inquisitor from da:i called we held together the fragile sky that kind of exemplifies this dynamic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

not that i know of or that anyone has ever notified me of, but i also don't look that hard. if this has ever happened, it would hurt my feelings, so please don't do it ? lol

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

yes!!!! and i was honored

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

not as such but i have one not-intended-for-posting fic which is basically just a transcription of jokes i have with my roommate about haikyuu characters LOL which i think counts as co-writing. she's my co-writer in spirit even if i'm the one at the keyboard

14. What's your all time favorite ship?

my answer to this changes with every new fixation i have. like right now it's kagehina. if you asked me four years ago i would have said wangxian. You Know?

15. What is a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

SO MANY...i think probably my fullmetal alchemist nie brothers au....i try not to post things until they are done and fully edited now, but that one was a whim-based fic that i lost all strength for as soon as i started thinking too hard about kagehina. i also had a fem nielan sci fi au that was vaguely based off beauty and the beast but nmj was like stuck in a ship and she thought she was its computer and that she was a program but she was actually a person....which i never posted any of except snippets on twitter and i think it was just too sprawling for my current skill level...i just was never able to wrangle it. but i am fond of it nonetheless

16. What are your writing strengths?

based on what other people have told me i would say the way i write sibling / family relationships, and while my prose is not always pretty i do think it can be pretty at times ...

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

i feel like it's often too self-indulgent even if that's what fic is for lol, and i tend to look back on fics and think, i wrote that because i had feelings about it and wanted to say it, but i'm not necessarily sure that This Character would say/do that at this point in time....idk like i fear that when i don't think about it hard enough my characterization can be weak or guided by what eye personally would do vs. what The Character would do. but some of that is because the majority of my fics on ao3 are from years and years ago and i (hopefully) have continued to improve

18. Thoughts of writing dialogue in another language in fics?

i'm picky about it but when it's done well i think it's really fun and builds so much of the world/character. i think when it's bad it's really bad. when i go about it i try to think about like, a) do i know this language myself/do i know someone who does. if the answer is no i try to keep it really minimal. b) how do people who know multiple languages approach speaking those multiple languages naturally in real life. like (IN MY EXPERIENCE) ppl don't tend to switch languages for random words mid-sentence unless those words are like, mom, dad, uncle, aunt, ect...maybe swearing if they're less familiar with one of the languages and don't know slang/swearing in it...but again when it's done well it's really good and i'm not an expert. i just can kinda tell when it feels off when i read it, if that makes sense...(it's the same way i feel about grammar lol. sometimes i can just tell it's a little Off)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

probably either fma or soul eater or the sister's grimm book series when i was in middle school. or maybe doctor who? idk i had a lot of fanfic notebooks that i have since destroyed and then regretted destroying

20. Favorite fic you have written?

at the present moment it's in these coming years my kagehina love letter but again i feel like it changes constantly. like the more i write the better i get and the more the newest/most polished thing i've written sort of Becomes my favorite just by default of my satisfaction level with it. sorry if that's a bad answer

tagging @yuebings @dcyiyou @burins @cairoscene @cafecliche @perilously sorry if you've been tagged already also if you want to do this and i didn't tag you just say i did. I'll shut up now

#look at me. president of yap city #anyway here's my Distinguished Writing Thoughts.

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