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Talay had never really wondered what “bliss” meant. He was usually too busy with work or drinking with his friends to bother with such a vague concept. But now, here, lying in Puen’s arms, holding him close--there was no other word for it. Puen’s face was buried against his chest, where he planted the occasional lazy kiss. Talay rested his own chin in his hair, taking in that soothing scent as he let his fingers brush through every now and then.
Yes, this was bliss; that feeling of pure, carefree fulfillment and satisfaction, where the very notion of responsibility couldn’t reach even Talay, not now. For once, there was no schedule to disturb their dream. They could stay in bed all day if they wanted. After all, this wasn’t their bed. This wasn’t their room. They were in a hotel by the European coast, far removed from their daily obligations. Their only task was to enjoy their honeymoon. Talay wondered if Puen could feel his heart’s joyful bouncing as he recalled last night’s events. Since then, the man tangled up against him was no longer his fiancé. Finally, they were newlyweds.
That thought was enough to keep Talay in the embrace for… actually, he had no idea how long. Behind the curtain, the sun had risen higher. He might’ve dozed off again. Puen hadn’t moved, but he was awake. Those lips were working overtime.
“Puen,” Talay muttered into his hair.
“Mm?”
“What do you want for breakfast?”
Puen’s grip on him tightened ever so slightly. “You.”
“C’mon, I’m serious.”
“So am I.”
Talay’s cheeks turned that colour he once loathed so much. God, this man’s libido. Although he had no room to talk; he couldn’t even recall how many times they’d made love last night. He remembered surprising even Puen with his enthusiasm. But it was a special occasion. It was fine. Puen definitely didn’t mind.
“There’s time for that later. I’m hungry.”
“I don’t mind if you eat, so long as I can keep holding you.”
“You need to eat too.”
“Then will you feed me?”
“Puen,” Talay chastised, but he grinned when those cheeky eyes met his own. Puen leaned in and Talay happily kissed him.
“Do you know how we used to count the time we were apart?” Puen asked after he pulled away.
Talay nodded. “Why? Do you still do that?”
“No.” Puen pushed him back so he could roll on top of him. His face was glowing. “I made a new counter. Now, I can count how long you’ve been my husband.”
Husband. Talay’s cheeks warmed again. He really and truly was this man’s husband. Talay felt like the luckiest man alive, but he knew Puen would argue the title belonged to him instead, like the lovable dork he was.
“And how many seconds have you counted so far?” he grinned. His hand had shifted from Puen’s hair to his neck.
“Not enough,” Puen simply said, and he threw the blanket over them both, blocking out that incessant sun as they locked lips once more.
IM DEAD IM DYING IVE NEVER BEEN MORE ALIVE I COULD KILL GOD I AM TRASCENDING THE MORTAL PLANE IM EMOTIONALLY SPIRITUALLY AND METAPHYSICALLY ON A WHOLE DIFFERENT LEVEL OF EXISTENCE THIS IS THE SINGLE MOST PEACEFUL BEAUTIFUL JOYFUL IN CHARACTER PIECE OF WRITING I'VE EVER READ
“I made a new counter. Now, I can count how long you’ve been my husband.” LITERALLY THE MOST INSANE PARALLEL IM GOING THROUGH EVERY SINGLE TYPE OF HUMAN EMOTIONS I NEED TO GO TOUCH SOME GRASS AND BECOME ONE WITH THE EARTH TO COME DOWN FROM THE SHEER EUPHORIC UNHINGED RABID ENERGIES THIS ONE LINE GOT ME GOING ON I NEED A MENTAL HEALTH INTERVENTION TEAM TO SEDATE ME RIGHT NOW IMMEDIATELY
#VERA JUST SINGLEHANDEDLY KEEPING MY VICE VERSA BRAINROT GOING#ALSO I LIED HAVING FICS ABOUT THEM IS DEFINITELY MAKING ME WORSE#and not to sound pathetic but i just had two of the shittiest most stressful days at work#yesterday i turned my phone off got home and cried myself to sleep#this was the first thing i saw after logging back in today and suddenly i was crying for a whole different reason#so like. literally don't even know where to begin to express how much i love you and how grateful i am for you#vice versa#vice versa the series#puentalay#vera9#m: ask
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AO3 Ship Stats: Year In Bad Data
You may have seen this AO3 Year In Review.
It hasn’t crossed my tumblr dash but it sure is circulating on twitter with 3.5M views, 10K likes, 17K retweets and counting. Normally this would be great! I love data and charts and comparisons!
Except this data is GARBAGE and belongs in the TRASH.
I first noticed something fishy when I realized that Steve/Bucky – the 5th largest ship on AO3 by total fic count – wasn’t on this Top 100 list anywhere. I know Marvel’s popularity has fallen in recent years, but not that much. Especially considering some of the other ships that made it on the list. You mean to tell me a femslash HP ship (Mary MacDonald/Lily Potter) in which one half of the pairing was so minor I had to look up her name because she was only mentioned once in a single flashback scene beat fandom juggernaut Stucky? I call bullshit.
Now obviously jumping to conclusions based on gut instinct alone is horrible practice... but it is a good place to start. So let’s look at the actual numbers and discover why this entire dataset sits on a throne of lies.
Here are the results of filtering the Steve/Bucky tag for all works created between Jan 1, 2023 and Dec 31, 2023:
Not only would that place Steve/Bucky at #23 on this list, if the other counts are correct (hint: they're not), it’s also well above the 1520-new-work cutoff of the #100 spot. So how the fuck is it not on the list? Let’s check out the author’s FAQ to see if there’s some important factor we’re missing.
The first thing you’ll probably notice in the FAQ is that the data is being scraped from publicly available works. That means anything privated and only accessible to logged-in users isn’t counted. This is Sin #1. Already the data is inaccurate because we’re not actually counting all of the published fics, but the bots needed to do data collection on this scale can't easily scrape privated fics so I kinda get it. We’ll roll with this for now and see if it at least makes the numbers make more sense:
Nope. Logging out only reduced the total by a couple hundred. Even if one were to choose the most restrictive possible definition of "new works" and filter out all crossovers and incomplete fics, Steve/Bucky would still have a yearly total of 2,305. Yet the list claims their total is somewhere below 1,500? What the fuck is going on here?
Let’s look at another ship for comparison. This time one that’s very recent and popular enough to make it on the list so we have an actual reference value for comparison: Nick/Charlie (Heartstopper). According to the list, this ship sits at #34 this year with a total of 2630 new works. But what’s AO3 say?
Off by a hundred or so but the values are much closer at least!
If we dig further into the FAQ though we discover Sin #2 (and the most egregious): the counting method. The yearly fic counts are NOT determined by filtering for a certain time period, they’re determined by simply taking a snapshot of the total number of fics in a ship tag at the end of the year and subtracting the previous end-of-year total. For example, if you check a ship tag on Jan 1, 2023 and it has 10,000 fics and check it again on Jan 1, 2024 and it now has 12,000 fics, the difference (2,000) would be the number of "new works" on this chart.
At first glance this subtraction method might seem like a perfectly valid way to count fics, and it’s certainly the easiest way, but it can and did have major consequences to the point of making the entire dataset functionally meaningless. Why? If any older works are deleted or privated, every single one of those will be subtracted from the current year fic count. And to make the problem even worse, beginning at the end of last year there was a big scare about AI scraping fics from AO3, which caused hundreds, if not thousands, of users to lock down their fics or delete them.
The magnitude of this fuck up may not be immediately obvious so let’s look at an example to see how this works in practice.
Say we have two ships. Ship A is more than a decade old with a large fanbase. Ship B is only a couple years old but gaining traction. On Jan 1, 2023, Ship A had a catalog of 50,000 fics and ship B had 5,000. Both ships have 3,000 new works published in 2023. However, 4% of the older works in each fandom were either privated or deleted during that same time (this percentage is was just chosen to make the math easy but it’s close to reality).
Ship A: 50,000 x 4% = 2,000 removed works
Ship B: 5,000 x 4% = 200 removed works
Ship A: 3,000 - 2,000 = 1,000 "new" works
Ship B: 3,000 - 200 = 2,800 "new" works
This gives Ship A a net gain of 1,000 and Ship B a net gain of 2,800 despite both fandoms producing the exact same number of new works that year. And neither one of these reported counts are the actual new works count (3,000). THIS explains the drastic difference in ranking between a ship like Steve/Bucky and Nick/Charlie.
How is this a useful measure of anything? You can't draw any conclusions about the current size and popularity of a fandom based on this data.
With this system, not only is the reported "new works" count incorrect, the older, larger fandom will always be punished and it’s count disproportionately reduced simply for the sin of being an older, larger fandom. This example doesn’t even take into account that people are going to be way more likely to delete an old fic they're no longer proud of in a fandom they no longer care about than a fic that was just written, so the deletion percentage for the older fandom should theoretically be even larger in comparison.
And if that wasn't bad enough, the author of this "study" KNEW the data was tainted and chose to present it as meaningful anyway. You will only find this if you click through to the FAQ and read about the author’s methodology, something 99.99% of people will NOT do (and even those who do may not understand the true significance of this problem):
The author may try to argue their post states that the tags "which had the greatest gain in total public fanworks” are shown on the chart, which makes it not a lie, but a error on the viewer’s part in not interpreting their data correctly. This is bullshit. Their chart CLEARLY titles the fic count column “New Works” which it explicitly is NOT, by their own admission! It should be titled “Net Gain in Works” or something similar.
Even if it were correctly titled though, the general public would not understand the difference, would interpret the numbers as new works anyway (because net gain is functionally meaningless as we've just discovered), and would base conclusions on their incorrect assumptions. There’s no getting around that… other than doing the counts correctly in the first place. This would be a much larger task but I strongly believe you shouldn’t take on a project like this if you can’t do it right.
To sum up, just because someone put a lot of work into gathering data and making a nice color-coded chart, doesn’t mean the data is GOOD or VALUABLE.
#ao3#ao3 stats#psa#my words#fandom#I doubt anyone is even going to read this but I needed to get it out of my system and at least try to stop this from spreading#if you know me#you know I get Big Mad about misinformation#don't take anything at face value#do your own research
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Kiss Me More | Ch 3 | { Eau D'bedroom Dancing}
Chapter Summary: 🔞A curious Robin perches on your windowsill.
AN: New to posting fics on Tumblr, feel free to read here or over on Ao3 under the username VenusCrytraps. Same bat time, same bat channel.
{Trigger warning/Themes Masterlist}
I'm in the sky when I'm on the floor
The world's a mess and you're my only cure
There's no time for me to act mature
The only words I know are "more", "more" and "more"
Your phone was still on its charger, and it was definitely not ringing.
You had hoped that the absurdity of your lie and subsequent exit would mean that they would drop their crusade. It would have been par for the course for your family. Despite the fact that you should mostly be out the other side of it, they were used to your teenage drama. While they still certainly cared about you, there was no denying that your troubles, secrets and even lies were likely far from the baseline of what they would consider concerning.
The tension in your shoulders rolls off of you with the sleeves of your robe. The silk pools around your feet, your fingers twitching for the hem of your shirt before you pause. With an annoyed groan, you face your fluttering curtains and the chill breeze that carried them. Your window hadn’t been open a second ago.
“Damian, I swear to god-“
“Not quite.” Your eldest brother interjects, vaulting over the windowsill. With catlike balance, he perches on it with a stabilizing crouch. He’s wearing that smile again, the one that manages to convey a confidence that he was allowed to invade your personal space in such an insane way, while also boyish and sheepish enough to convince you not to be mad about his assumed welcome.
The wind rustles his slightly damp hair. His eyes glint with the usual mischief, and something else you’d rather not place. He doesn’t move. Just crouches there with his wrists resting on the caps of his knees, a knowing smile on his face.
You may not have the training he does, but you don’t need refined Robin instincts to know that your big brother clearly knows something and was trying to see if you were going to play along.
“So, do you want to talk about it, or are you going to keep acting suspicious?” His attitude is playful and teasing, but there’s something more serious underneath. Something that makes your senses tingle and your stomach flip.
It’s so fucking unfair, to have to witness his athleticism up close. You can see the way his muscles move under his skin as he steps off of the windowsill and into your room, moving from his crouch to lean back against the ledge. He watched you the way he did when you two were younger, with a casualness that was usually reserved between two siblings of the same gender. Like he was expecting you to keep undressing.
If things normal, maybe you would. You would slip off your frilly rich girl pajamas and pad over to your dresser for a department store bra and opaque tights. You could ask him which perfectly pressed skirt went with which blouse, and might even kneel before you and help you slip on a designer shoe with a modest heel. As if he were your own prince charming. But that was before. Before your mouth started going dry at the sight of him applying chapstick. Before the sight of him without a shirt literally made your mouth water. Before the awful ache in your core that refused to go away in the presence of a man you’d known for the majority of your life.
You stand there, your hands hover at the hem of your shirt as you quite visibly weighed the pros and cons of winning this particular game of chicken. Forcing yourself to relax, you casually saunter over him. You refuse to drop your guard, no matter how much worse this could get. Don’t give anything else away. Just because he knows something doesn’t mean that he knows about Jason, and even if he does, he might not be aware of just how far you two went. It’s fine. And probably nothing.
“Don’t you just look like the cat that got the canary.” Crossing your arms over your chest, you lean forward with a look on your face that is all business. “So. What’ll it be?”
Dick is leaning forward enough for you to reach out gently pinch his cheek without much effort. His gaze softens as it meets yours. His eyes are not searching yours, it feels more akin to…gazing, in a way you don’t think you’re ready to unpack. “What’ll what be?” He asks, leaning into your touch.
“The price of your silence.” You hum, flattening your palm against his warm cheek. One of his hands wraps around your wrist to keep it there. His skin is so soft and clear. You’re as jealous as you are charmed.
Laughter bubbles up from the back of his throat, and you do your best to beat back the warmth that wraps around your heart. “How nouveau-riche of you, baby bird,”
Leaning back up, he allows his fingers to slip, the pads of the warm digits brushing against the sensitive skin inside your wrist on his way to hold your hand. “This guy you’re hooking up with must’ve been pretty good, if you’re being this secretive about him.”
You try not to let the relief you feel manifest on your face. At this point, you’re so full of it, it might as well start coming out of your pores.
“You know what dad is like. We may not be blood related, but he still thinks of me as a little girl. If he finds out I’m hooking up at all, he’ll go on a rampage.”
Removing your hand from his, you run your nails along your scalp. You don’t think you can handle so much direct contact with Dick when he looked at you like this. You try to snuff the building tension by collapsing back onto your bed somewhat dramatically. You bounce.
“I don’t get why that matters to you,” Dick mused, pushing off of the ledge to stand a little taller, and he walks towards you, his toned arms bulging under the sleeves of his well fitting t-shirt as he crossed them. “You’re your own person. You don’t owe him an explanation about your sex life.”
While you’re focused on staring directly into the bulb of your bedroom chandelier, Dick approaches the edge of the bed. He leans forward, looming over you. As he blocks your light, you realize in horror that your attempt to burn out your own retinas is as unsuccessful as it is short lived. You can still make out his gorgeous features. You’re so fucking doomed. He looks at you pointedly and his lips curve into a sly smile. “Oh my God, are you in love?”
The fear that your over dramatic behavior might be communicating something way worse than the actual truth makes you bolt straight up in bed. “I’m not in love! I just…don’t think Bruce would exactly approve, you know?”
Rolling away, you continue your slow speed chase by sitting on the other side of the bed. You begin to unfurl your hair, desperate to focus on anything other than the scent of Dick’s body wash and the way the beads of water in his hair catch the light. “Come on, BB. You used to tell me everything. Who’s got you all twisted up into knots?”
His eyes soften as he watches you, the way your fingers twitched nervously as you unbraid your hair. You don’t give him an answer, and he sighs. The bed dips behind you with the weight of another person. Dick settles behind you and reaches out.
“You know, I could help you with that.” He offers.
His large, warm hands engulf yours and pull them from your tangled nest, and you allow yourself to relax as his fingers help unbraid your hair.
It’s a quiet moment, almost peaceful. You nearly forget why you were tense in the first place as he works at a leisurely speed behind you. It brings back memories of picture days, dance recitals and galas, when Dick would help take your meticulously styled hair down before bed. “You’re still really good at this,” You comment, lost in your head.
“I’m good at a lot of things,” Dick teases, and you cannot help but flush at the joke.
He plucks at your braid, dexterous hands gently teasing and working out the knots that have formed over time. His tone is warm and playful.
“You know,” Your eyes widen when you feel him lean in from behind, his lips brushing the shell of your ear. “We don’t always have to act so…” He pauses, either trying to find the words or savoring the anticipation that builds up within you as you wait for them. Knowing Dick, it’s probably the latter. “Sibling-y.”
He was notorious with flirting. Be it an investor, an interviewer, or you- it never mattered. He often did it to get smiles out of you when you were younger, bringing you trinkets and flowers. Not much has changed since then, as he had always been happy to play the role Bruce had assigned him to- your kind, attentive ‘older brother’. You were used to it. Or rather, you should be used to it. You didn’t know if it was something in the air, or your newfound proclivity for daydreaming of racy subjects- but there was something about this time that felt different. Charged.
It wasn’t like the usual adorable dynamic you’d cultivated over the years. Even as your childhood crush on him matured. Even as you matured. You wonder what had changed between then and now, unsure if the swell of your breasts and rounding of your hips could truly be so influential. You stare forward, not noticing the way he gently inhaled the scent of your shampoo.
“How should we act?” You ask, unable to let the silence grow any longer.
“Depends,” He hums, his tone turning from mischievous to almost gentle.
“…On what?” You ask quietly- and far too hopeful. You twiddle your thumbs as you await his answer, but it never comes.
“All done.” Dick says moments later, reluctantly drawing back his hands as he admired his work- your hair sufficiently unbraided and detangled.
The mood doesn’t shift, so you try to force it. Turning towards him, you conjure up a smile that you hope is bright and grateful. “Thanks.”
You don’t expect Dick to pull you into his lap, his hand cupping your jaw from behind. You pout as his fingers press into your cheeks, and he laughs at your expression.
“Dick,” You whine, and his heart fucking skips.
“After all the work I’ve done, a simple ‘thanks’ is all I get?” It’s not right. He knows that it isn’t, but you’re not the same girl he used to weave flower crowns for. You’re different. Softer. Older. It drives him mad.
“Oh my god. Fine,” You manage to say, though it’s hard with him squeezing your face like this. Dick likes the way you roll your eyes, but he’d much rather see them roll back.
You know what he wants. Or you think you do. Leaning your head back against his chest, you reach up to grab his face and press a kiss to his cheek. It’s hard to do this while sitting in his lap, with your back to his chest- and you somehow manage to catch the corner of his lips.
If you weren’t a total sicko, you might have just brushed off your terrible aim. But you’re you, and you’re young, and your body is telling your brain to do all sorts of things you might not agree with in hindsight. His hand falls from your face to rest gently on your collarbone, your skin warming under his palm. His free arm is wrapped around your waist, and it tightens imperceptibly.
Dick leans down, his eyes darkening as he brushes his lips against yours once. Then twice.
Even upside down, in this awkward, god awful position- your eyes are so gorgeous. They seem to almost sparkle with the same hope, confusion and desire that twists inside of him. You haven’t learned to keep your emotions in check. He thinks it’s what he likes most about you. It’s so easy to trust in you, to guess what you’re thinking and how you’re feeling. There’s no manipulating or schooling your expression, because you’re not a hero, an assassin, or a ‘girl-in-the-chair’. You’re just you. Perfect, civilian, you.
He expects you to recoil at his attention, but you don’t. There’s this wistful look in your eyes, as if you were trying to figure out if you were dreaming. And he can’t help but wonder.
Did you dream about him?
Your eyes slip shut as you lean back against him, dropping your chin. His fingers gently play with the ribbon at the neckline of your frilly pajama top. The blue silk end of the thin bow wraps around his index finger, and the fabric slides with the slightest amount of pressure. One twitch of his hand and the bow is undone, the neckline of your shirt falling open to the first pearlescent button.
And you’re sitting there, in silence. Letting him toy with the thought of undressing you.
Dick leans down, this time opting to press his lips against the junction of your neck and shoulder. He savors the way you shudder. How your knuckles turn white as they curl in the material of your shorts.
“Was it a good date, at least?” He mumbles after a long while, breaking the gentle silence.
“Dick,” You sigh. Half pleased, half annoyed. He chuckles against the side of your neck as he continues a trail of experimental kisses. Where at first they seemed feather light, each one began to grow more tangible than the last. You don’t know when the three uppermost buttons of your top came undone, but you know it must have, if you can already feel his lips against your bare shoulder.
“Did he make you come?”
The silence following his bold question rang louder than before.
“I saw you this morning. Bundling up your dirty sheets and trying to squirrel them away into the washer before Alfred got to them.” Dick explained, his lips moving against your shoulder. “Whoever he is. I know he fucked you.”
You don’t think you’ve ever heard him like this before. Vulgar. Possessive. Dark. “I’m gonna ask one more time, baby bird.” His voice dropped low as his touch settled over your clothed breast. “Did he make you come?”
Wetting your lips with your tongue, you could only nod, unable to join him in breaking the unspoken agreement that had been starting to form between the two of you.
“Hard?” Dick asks, his thumb gently brushing against one of your nipples. The attention makes it peak beneath your thin cotton night shirt.
“What does that even mean?” You ask, chuckling breathlessly at the absurdity of the question. Dick doesn’t join you in laughter as he tweaks your pebbled nipple between his forefinger and thumb.
“Did your toes curl? Did your eyes screw shut?” He nipped at your ear, shifting you in his lap. You don’t think that you’re sitting on his Escrima. “Did you chirp for him, baby bird?”
“I don’t chirp, Dick,” You mumble. The emphasis on his name is a cheap shot, but you’d do just about anything to bury the mixture of embarrassment and arousal that churns within you.
“Oh no?” You should have known better than to challenge him. He presses his nose into your hair as the hand secured around your waist descends over your stomach and downwards, into the waistband of your shorts.
You manage to slap a hand over your mouth, whining into your fingers as his own sample the wetness between your thighs. Even in this moment, you refuse to let him win. It brings a smile to his lips as he kisses your temple.
“So stubborn,” he tuts. “And yet? So wet.”
He sinks a finger into you, and he groans softly at the sensation. Another broken moan escapes you, but he doesn’t bother stopping to scold you as he begins to pump his soaked digit in and out of you.
“You can take another, can’t you?” Dick asks softly, now using the same gentle tone from when he was braiding your hair. He whispers praise into your ear as you nod again, and a second finger soon joins the first, sliding into your slippery cunt.
“So good for me, gorgeous.” You were an absolute sight to him, flushed and panting through your fingers as you tried to keep yourself quiet- perhaps holding onto some juvenile sense of plausible deniability, that this would be so much easier to process if you kept it inside. He just knows you’re aching for it. Why else would you be rocking yourself into the palm of his hand?
Dick wished he could get a good look at you, but your mirror is positioned all wrong and is much too far away. He figures he’ll have to make do with the feeling of your greedy cunt sucking on his warm digits, and the soft wet sounds that fill the room as he fucks you with his fingers a little faster.
“God, you’re so worked up…” The heel of his palm brushes against your throbbing clit, and you chase the friction as much as he’ll let you. Every time you try to jerk towards his hand, he hooks his fingers into a spot that makes you cry out. You barely register the satisfied chuckle that leaves him at his discovery, but you manage to force your ass back against him in retaliation.
The groan that leaves him is one of pure suffering. He’s just dying to be inside you, but he can’t make himself cross that line just yet.
The sounds you make are downright evil, but he savors them for the cold shower he’s going to have to take after this. He kisses along your flushed shoulders as you begin to shake in his arms, your hands clutching at his working forearm. “D…Dick. Dick, I…Don’t stop. Please. Please-“
“It’s alright, pretty bird. I have you.” He promises, bucking his fingers faster into you. Before long, you’re crying out his name, your lips quivering with the strength of the climax that rolls through you.
“Fuck. There it is. Good girl.” Dick offers a string of lusty praises against your neck, not daring to remove his fingers until your twitching thighs (mostly) stop. Your eyes are screwed shut as you attempt to catch your breath. Dick draws his fingers to his mouth and sucks on them as if they were covered in honey.
They might as well have been.
“That was amazing, baby bird. I knew you’d sound good for me.” He coos at you some more, telling you how lovely you were for him. How soft and beautiful and tight. You’re just beginning to relax against him when your eyes snap open, another whine escaping you as he dips his fingers back into your soaked core.
“I could listen to you chirp all day.”
There's no fear when I'm in my room
It's so clear and I know just what I want to do
Eau d'bedroom dancing
To you, I wanna say you're my thing...
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Escapism.
𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨
Summary: A break up mess between Trent and Y/n.
Angst
Warnings! : This fic contains cursing, mentions of alcohol and light drugs*
Note: This is a mini series, not sure how many parts there will be but I hope you enjoy it <3
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“I don’t wanna feel how I did last night”
Fuck. Why does these things always happen to me? I can’t believe I ended up here again, laying in my ex boyfriend’s bed. It feels like my head is gonna fucking explode, worst headache in a long time…
You woke up, dizzy, exhausted and disappointed in yourself. You had to get up at least, you can’t lay here all day waiting for things to get better. When you stand up your headache is even worse, you walked to his bathroom finding an old makeup remover you must’ve forgotten taken with you when you moved out of his house. You also went to his closet, it haven’t changed much since you last were there but you searched for your old sweatpants, you found them exactly where you left them a few months ago, not that you knew you would come back here, let’s say you “forgot” them too.
You didn’t care if Trent was home or if he was at training, you did not want to talk to him. Despite yesterday’s mess and the past, you couldn’t let him live rent free in your heart again. But there he was, in the kitchen probably waiting for you but you didn’t expect him to start talking to you.
“Feeling better?” He asked.
You didn’t know what to say, the whole situation felt weird.
“Mhm” You lied, you were definitely not feeling better and not in the mood for a conversation.
“Y/n, can I ask you something?” Trent said.
“Go ahead” You mumbled.
“Since when did you start doin’ all of this drug shit?”
“Have you had time to fuck every single girl in Liverpool yet?” You snapped back at him, not knowing where that came from.
“Y/n I’m serious” He put forth.
“After we broke up.” You answered and you didn’t want to admit it but he really hurt you. That’s not one of the main reasons you started doing drugs but it kept you occupied from your feelings.
“I’m sorry” He revealed.
“It’s not your fault Trent, yesterday was the first time in a long time so don’t worry” You said.
“But you really hurt me.” You implied, feeling more sad than angry now.
You wanted to get out of his house as soon as possible, you was surrounded by so many memories good and bad. You ordered an Uber from your phone, grabbed your things and left.
When you came home you broke down and cried again.
You promised yourself to never talk to him ever again but here you are, you let him take you home to his house, you even slept beside him.
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Later that day you and Zoe had lunch together at her place you told her everything that happened.
“Hi girl, you look miserable!” Zoe said as she opened the door for you.
“I am, trust me” You explained.
“Tell me everything, what really happened last night? I saw Trent drag you out of the club” She stated.
“He came up to me, saw that I was way too drunk, I told him I was having fun and then I don’t remember much more than I slept with him in his bed” You told her, knowing she was going to freak out.
“You slept with him!?” She shrieked.
“Nono not like that, I just slept beside him, nothing more” You explained to her, you could never let yourself have sex with him again, that would make your life so much complicated and you knew that he would come crawling back to you like a baby every week.
“Right… but are you okay?” Zoe questioned, no actually you weren’t okay the past few months have been like hell to you.
“I just really miss him Zoe” You started sobbing and she gave you a long hug.
After you ate lunch with Zoe you drove home, you opened up to her about how you were feeling about the whole situation. You thought that you were just going to move on and forget everything that happened between you and Trent but you just couldn’t, you’ve spent years loving him your love for him couldn’t just vanish even if you wanted to. That’s when you got a message.
Trent: My friend is throwing a party this weekend, I’ll pick you up at 8
You screamed into your pillow in frustration not knowing what to do with yourself, the nightmare continues. Why? Why would he want to go there with you, the guy who literally broke up with you, doesn’t he have a hundreds of other girls around him?
You: Why are you asking me? I’m not interested.
Trent: Still picking you up at 8
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You worked from home all week, you felt that was the best thing do to, isolate yourself from everything and everyone due all that’s had happened to you recently. The weekend came closer and you panicked about the upcoming party, you were not sure if you should take that extra step going to that party with him and also it felt weird going with your ex, he is your ex but you could now refer him as a friend? Probably the best thing to do.
The day finally came, you decided to go to the party. You went through your whole wardrobe to find the perfect dress for this specific night. You ended up with a dress Trent gave you for your birthday last year, it was brand new so you ripped of the price tag and hoped that he wouldn’t see that it was the dress he bought for you.
The clock started to near 8pm and you started to get more nervous but why, he is your friend right? You tried to think about him as a friend and not your ex, did that help? No, but you had to trick your mind in someway.
8pm
Trent: I’m outside.
Your heart was beating fast as you walked out the door, you were surprised he knew where you lived after you moved out of his house, you saw a familiar car, it was him.
“Hello, you good?” Trent said as he greeted you with a hug and you could already see his eyes wandering, looking you up and down.
“I’m fine, how about you?” You spoke and he started driving.
“I’m all good, have you had time to calm down from last week?” He asked, you were annoyed by his question.
“Can we not talk about that.” You simply answered, not wanting to remember anything from that night.
The drive to his friend’s place was about 30 minutes long so you and Trent had a lot to catch up on and talked about everything that’s happened since you two broke up. The topic football came up and you knew Trent has struggled this season, the whole team as well hadn’t been on form.
“Sloppy defence I see” You said not thinking before the words left your mouth, Trent grabbed you thigh and spoke up
“Say that again”
“You have had a sloppy defence, right Trent?” You mocked and he tightened his grip, you gasped at his touch. He hadn’t touched you like that in months.
“Trent stop” You snapped and he took his hand away placing it back on the steering wheel.
The rest of the drive was silent, you didn’t want to speak with him after he touched you, but one thing that you noticed was that you got butterflies in your stomach while he touched you.
You are supposed to hate him, he broke up with you! You said inside your head.
You made a promise before the night to not drink a single drop of alcohol knowing that it would probably just end up like last time, Trent on the other hand couldn’t stop drinking those shots. Back when you two were together he used the alcohol on the weekends as a “medicine” to cope with your arguments and if things weren’t going well in games.
You walked up to Trent and sat down beside him.
“That bad, huh?” You stated.
“Shut up Y/n” He said and chuckled. You looked into his brown eyes, they weren’t that easy as they usually look, they looked worried.
“Trent, you’re drunk” You sighed.
“You too” He claimed, this was the sign for you to drive him home.
“T I’m sober, I’ll drive you home okay?” You advised, helping him to get up from the bar and dragging his arm whilst you two were going back to his car.
“Give me the keys” You simply said, he was too tired to give you a proper answer, he just handed you his keys carelessly.
The drive to his house was as long as the drive to the party, which bored out the two of you, Trent falling asleep and you kept your eyes on the road.
You finally came closer to where he lived, memories flooding back as you drove through the familiar roads you were used to come home to everyday before. Trent was still asleep in the passenger seat, he looked so innocent and calm, you didn’t want to wake him up.
“Wake up T” You whispered whilst you pushed him lightly on his arm.
“Hmm” He groaned as he let out a big yawn.
You followed after him while he was was going to lock up his door.
“You’re not coming?” He questioned as you stood by his doorstep, not knowing if you should stay or go home.
“I can’t Trent” You murmured.
“Can you stay the night please” Trent asked.
“I don’t want to be alone Y/n” Tears staring to water up his eyes.
I’m gonna hate myself for doing this, I can’t leave him like this…
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What do you guys want to happen with Y/n and Trent? Should she go back to him..?
Part 3 coming soon❤️🔥
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heyy, can I request sub! gp! beefy nat x dom! reader - nat telling everyone that shes the dom and then reader punishing her by edging her with a fleshlight and then after letting nat cum inside r
I love ur fics btw
Punishment
Pairings: g!p Natasha Romanoff x reader
Summary: After Nat lied to the team on who was the top you quickly put her back in her place
Word count: 1,649
Warnings: smut, kinda public humiliation, mommy kink, edging, use of toys, degrading, praising, Nat has a penis
No one is permitted to steal, copy, or reblog my work as their own!!
As the party started to die down you were left sitting next to your girlfriend and the team. Stark was throwing a party because of Clint’s birthday, you all celebrated and danced and are now left relaxing on the couch making jokes.
“So I got a question for you two,” Tony said pointing at you and Nat, clearly drunk. “Who is the dominant one huh?” He almost fell over as he finished speaking but shooed Rhoedy off when he tried to help, saying he didn’t have that many drinks. The two of you let out awkward chuckles and you were about to respond when Nat butted in.
“Well I think it’s pretty obvious that I am.” Everyone agreed as you looked over at her in slight shock. She pleaded you with her eyes to not to say anything, not wanting to be embarrassed in front of her friends.
You obviously didn’t care and continued to speak. “Oh really?” They all turned to look at you as Nat looked down, clearly mortified that her friends had to hear that coming from you. “Ooohhh, so who will it be, Y/N or Nat?” Clint said as everyone bet on who they thought it would be. Many of them were saying Nat was, only a few said you were.
“Well let me ask you this, would someone who’s the ‘obvious top in bed’ call me mommy?” Everyone was shook, especially Nat. She hid her face as you smiled in victory, taking a sip of your beer as you watched their faces. Some of them laughed while the others just sat with an almost confused look on their faces.
“If you’ll excuse me, Nat and I will be heading to our room. Happy birthday Clint and goodnight to everyone else.” Clint yelled out a thank you as you dragged Nat to your shared bedroom.
“So you want to act like you’re in charge in front of your friends huh?” “I’m sorry-“ You cut her off with a small slap to her thigh, making her jump slightly.
“I don’t want to hear it. When I walk into that room I want to see you naked and kneeling on the bed. Do you understand me?” Her nod made you continue “Good, now go before your punishment gets even worse.” She quickly ran off, the thought of you punishing her turned her on yet scared her at the same time. You were often harsh, it’s what Nat liked and you’d do anything for your baby’s pleasure. Walking to the kitchen you grabbed a small bowl with ice cubes and a water bottle. You wanted to make sure Nat was hydrated after every session so you always brought a cold water with you, and for the ice cubes, that was also for her. Back in the room Nat rushed to take her pants off, the suit she wore definitely wasn’t helping her go any faster. When she heard your footsteps she quickly sat on the bed like you requested.
Walking into the room you didn’t make eye contact with the woman but instead started to take off your clothes at a slow pace to tease her.
“Mommy?” You sighed, faking annoyance and turning to look at her. “Did I say you could speak?” She shook her head and you went towards her, grabbing her chin in your hands and making her look at you.
“Do you know why I’m punishing you sweetheart?” She nodded and you hummed, waiting for her response.
“I was bad.” “And what exactly did you do that was so bad.” You teased further, wanting to hear her say the exact words.
“I tried to act cool in front of my friends and lied to them. I didn’t want them to make fun of me so I said I was the top and embarrassed you.” You gave a peck to her forehead, being satisfied with her answer.
“That’s right Natty, and you know what I have to do now, don’t you?” She slowly nodded once again, accepting the fact that she would have to be punished. You made her lie down on the bed and went to the bottom drawer, grabbing the toys you planned on using tonight. When Nat caught a glimpse of the objects she whimpered at the thought of what you’d do with them. In hand was a blindfold, a fleshlight and a small bullet vibrator. The ice was still on the bedside table but she knew that was a part of it.
When you sat on the bed next to her you placed the blindfold around her eyes, adjusting it to a right spot that wouldn’t hurt.
“Is that okay baby?” Even if you were to teach her a lesson you still wanted to make sure she was alright with what you were doing and that you weren’t forcing it on her. Only giving a nod she quickly realized her mistake, “Yes mommy, it’s good.” You gave a smile even though she couldn’t see it, lightly stroking her face with love as well.
You grabbed her length and slowly stroked it, watching as it grew in size the harder she got. She tossed and turned a bit from the feeling making you hold her down with your other hand.
“Don’t move, unless you want me to get the handcuffs.” She quickly tried to stop herself, not wanting to be chained to the bed again. The last time she was you left her there for an hour, only returning when you finished half of the movie everyone wanted to see. You removed your hand from her and she chased after it, wanting you to continue with your previous actions. You grabbed the fleshlight and the vibrator, putting the first object around her cock as you laid the other down for later. She whined when feeling the warm fake walls of the toy, she pictured it was your pussy that she was fucking instead, the thought getting her close to her orgasm already. You went at a fast pace, sliding the toy up and down her cock and listening to all the noises she made. She held onto your arm, silently begging you to stop. You slowed down the pace a little bit, making her think you’re finally giving her a break until she felt vibrations. You used the vibrator all along her pink tip and continued moving the fleshlight up and down.
“Mommy! Too much!” You only chuckled and shook your head, “Oh no, can my baby not take it?” When she nodded you only responded with a ‘too bad’ and continued your activities.
You remembered the bowl of ice left on the bedside table and thought of exactly what to do. “Natty, how about you control the speed alright?” She agreed happily and grabbed the toy, slowly jerking herself off with it. You kept one hand on the vibrator and used the other to grab a cold cube, placing it on her skin. She jumped at the contact as you slowly trailed it down to her tits, drawing circles around her nipples with it.
“Mommy, gonna cum!” She whispered out, barely being able to speak with how good she felt.
“Hold it for me, do you think you can do that? Can you be a good girl for mommy and hold it?” She cried out but eventually nodded, she knew she couldn’t but she wanted to please you. You removed the vibe off of her, making Nat let out a content sigh. You dragged the ice cube lower down her body, using it on her inner thighs until you reached her balls. Whimpers could be heard from a mile away, it all felt too much for her, she couldn’t take it. You could tell she was going to cum so you placed your hand over hers, letting her stop the motions on her cock. Replacing the fake pussy with your own made Nat let out a loud moan, the feeling of your warm wet walls wrapped around her was better than any toy. You started to ride her, bouncing up and down slightly as you finally removed Nat’s blindfold. She used her hands to quickly grab onto your breasts, watching them as they bounce in rhythm.
“Cum for me Natty, fill me up with your cum.” You felt hot liquid spurt inside of you as she cried into your chest, finally getting the release she’s been chasing. You let her ride out her high as she finally relaxed for the first time tonight. Her whines slowed down as you stroked her hair, feeling the soft red locks in your hands.
When you got off of her you both watched as her cum slowly dripped out of you, “Look at that baby, you did such a good job filling mommy up with your cum.” She smiled at your praise and held you close to her, wanting to fall asleep with you right then and there.
“Come on Natty, I gotta clean you up.” She pouted but gave in, letting you carry her into the bathroom. You sat her down on the counter as you used a cloth to clean her, handing her the bottle you brought earlier for her to drink.
“I’m sorry for embarrassing you earlier.” She muttered under her breath, still clearly feeling sorry.
“Oh honey, don’t worry about it. I’m not embarrassed, I just don’t want you lying again alright?” She nodded and you pecked her on the lips, smiling at the way she chased after you for more. You brought her into your walk-in closet and let her choose whatever pajamas she’d like to wear, which ended up with the two of you matching. You both lied down in bed and Nat made sure you were the big spoon. ‘I love you’s’ were shared as you two finally fell asleep, Nat in your arms while she slept contently.
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Hello !! I love your headcanons c: Would you mind if I'd use some? Also to have a request too if it hasn't been done: how would the bachelors/bachelorettes react if farmer had depression/anxiety/other?
Bachelor/ettes with an Anxious S/O
Hi anon! Did you mean use my HCs like in a fic? Like say for example something random from my general Elliott HCs. I'm fine with them being referenced in fiction works and such. Just leave your references!
ANYWAYS, thank you for the ask! I saw your other response and it's okay lol. General stuff like this is all good. I went with anxiety for this since I'm personally familiar with it but can do a depression one in the future.
Also, please tell me if I messed something up. I'm not a professional.
Bachelors:
Sam
He's actually pretty good at recognising the signs of anxiety. His mother deals with it a lot, what with Kent and running the household on her own and all. So, he can see the telltale signs that something's up.
He spends a lot of time trying to figure out whether to approach you or not. In the end, he just decides to sort of hint that he knows something's up.
"Hey Y/N. You know you can always talk to me if something's up, right?"
Once you tell him what's actually bothering you, he's actually really responsive to it. I stated in one of my other HCs (I think it was my Sam: Falling in Love one) that he writes in a journal. You best believe he's writing that shit down at the speed of your psychiatrist. I'll be honest, he probably lets it slip to Jodi. But he makes her promise not to tell anyone - not even Caroline. It came about because Sam wanted to know whether to ask you about your triggers or not, to which Jodi said to not.
So, he starts becoming a lot more observant of you. It may seem like he wouldn't, since he's pretty easily distracted. But when it comes to you, he does pay a lot of attention. He always keeps sticky notes on him to write down anything he notices might be a trigger for you.
Elliott
Elliott is the most observant person in town (well, on par with Penny), so he's definitely going to catch on to your anxiety. He sees you trying to cover up your nervousness and put two and two together pretty quick.
He doesn't approach you about it. Instead, he just watches out for any triggers you might have. Once he works them out, if he's there when something comes up, he'll quietly excuse you from the situation and take you to a place where you can calm down.
If you do decide to tell him about your anxiety, he'll be sure to politely tell you he was suspicious of it. He wants to be honest with you and fears you finding out he lied may make your anxiety worse. Of course, he hasn't told anyone else about his suspicions. He respects your privacy and knows it's not his business.
Every month or week or whatever segment of time you want, he writes you a letter. It's just him asking how you are, where you're at (if you want to share that information), etc., etc.
"Dear Y/N, how are you? I hope you are holding up well. I bought some crab cakes from the saloon last night. If you're comfortable, you're welcome to come and share them with me. -Elliott."
Sebastian
I feel like despite dealing with anxiety himself, he wouldn't be able to recognise it to save his life. He'll be able to pick up on basic triggers, of course, but he just thinks it's some weird quirk of yours.
So yeah, you're gonna have to be the one to tell him. Once you do, he's obviously supportive of you. Man gets it. He's quiet about it, but he'll tell you he's not going to judge.
"Right. Um, yeah, I get that. It sucks, doesn't it?"
He doesn't do much about it. After all, he doesn't want to pry into your personal information. All he really does it tell others (Lewis) to shut up when they say something obviously rude. He'll try and comfort you when he can, but he's not the best at it. His instinct is to go straight to jokes to try and distract you. But if it works, it works.
Harvey
Harvey's a doctor guys, he knows what it is right away. Because of his job of keeping track of everyone, he's learned to pick up on and remember all the little details of someone. This, of course, includes you. It's very easy for him to put two and two together and work it out.
His first course of action is to call you to the clinic for a private consultation. He frames it as just a checkup, which in some sense it is. He waits for you to get comfortable before trying to gently mention the subject.
"Hello Y/N. How are you? I noticed you seemed a bit more nervous lately, is everything okay?"
Not only is he a doctor, but he's also a friend. So, he's listening to everything you say. While he himself is not a licensed therapist and doesn't know enough on that specific subject to provide enough help for you, he does have a few tricks up his sleeve.
Like Elliott, he'll do check-ins with you to see how you're going, though he will up the number of them if he sees things going south. These checkups are confidential and involve nobody else but the two of you, so you don't have to worry about things getting out.
He also tries to set you up with a therapist. While he knows it's your choice, he does push it just a teensy bit. He really cares about you and doesn't want you to have to deal with this anxiety.
Shane
Shane may not be experiencing exactly what you're going through - nobody will - but he relates to having issues with anxiety. He sort of picks up on it at first. He notices some odd behaviours you have, but it takes him a good while to actually realise what's going on. It's just that in the back of his mind he's trying to push out that possibility. He just doesn't want to acknowledge that you might be struggling.
But eventually he has to come to terms with it, whether it be by you telling him or not. He realises that he doesn't just get to decide whether you have anxiety or not, and, really, neither do you.
Shane will plan a specific time and outing to ask you about it, but as things go with him it goes way off the rails and he doesn't get the chance. So, he just approaches you about it sometime when you seem relaxed and don't have any prying eyes on you two.
"Hey, so, I don't want to pry, but do you... Y'know, have a bit of anxiety? Once again, sorry if this is rude, I was just wondering."
He was really nervous to ask you because he didn't want to risk offending you or making you uncomfortable. And if you are offended or uncomfortable, he's sure to apologise tenfold. But if you're okay with it, he'd love to hear just a bit more, so he knows what to do to accommodate for you.
Alex
Alex has no clue you're anxious. He just thinks any signs of anxiety are fun little quirks you have! But seriously, he's bad at it. He can understand basic and common phobias, but that's about it. Rarer phobias or triggers that he doesn't know about will take some explaining. He's not trying to judge; he just takes a bit more time to understand.
When you do approach him, he'll likely give you a hug or some other form of physical affection. He (or at least I HC him to) struggles with self-esteem and a bit of anxiety himself, so he really hates to see someone he cares for so much in the same/a similar boat.
He'll try to spend more time with you. You definitely gotta tell him if that's something you're not comfortable with, because to him that just looks like the perfect solution. You're nervous, so you can be with him, and he'll make you feel better. Simple, right?
"Hey Y/N! Wanna come to my house tonight? Granny's making salmon dinner. You can stay the night if you want."
He really tries his best to learn your triggers, but he still might mess up sometimes. If he does, he really does truly feel bad about it and tries to apologise. Alex is someone to never give up (or at least that's what he tells himself), so he's going to always better himself at those things.
Bachelorettes:
Penny
Penny can truly relate to having anxiety. I (project) HC she has a bit of anxiety over her welfare and safety on top of social anxiety. So, she's never going to judge if you tell her about it.
Penny works with kids, and she's already naturally in tune with people's emotions, so it's not too hard for her to pick up on things. But she doesn't tell anyone about it. She respects that it's your business and you're the one who gets to decide who knows and who doesn't. She's perfectly fine keeping that secret forever.
If you do tell her though, she's actually a little... Happy? Honored, maybe, that you felt comfortable sharing this information with her. It makes her glad to know that you trust her, is all. If you're okay with it, she gives you a quick (or long) hug of reassurance along with some kind words.
"Thank you for telling me, Y/N. That means a lot to me. I hope I can help you with whatever you need."
Like Elliott, she writes you letters. They're less of checkups and more so her just telling you what's going on with her in the hopes that it might provide an - albeit brief - distraction from whatever's bothering you. She also includes some recipes and activities to keep you going when it gets tough. With them are even some little quotes she came up with to encourage you.
Leah
Leah, I feel, doesn't really pick up on it. She's more of a 'well, I'll just accept their behaviours as part of who they are!' person. She brushes it off as you being you, rather than signs of a larger issue. She doesn't judge you for your behaviours and treats you just like everybody else. But she does get a little confused when you react to a trigger (but she never tells anybody).
When (or if) you do tell her, she sort of has an 'oh' moment followed by an 'oh' moment. Suddenly things are starting to make sense. Leah has a good memory, so she can remember you reacting to triggers and what those triggers were, but if there's any more you want to tell her she encourages you to write it in a letter (or really whatever makes you most comfortable).
Still, her treatment of you doesn't change. Just because you have anxiety/are anxious doesn't mean you're suddenly this whole new person who she needs to redo the friendship process with. No. She just goes along like normal while avoiding any bumps along the way.
"Hey Y/N! I was wondering, did you want to hang out sometime? I'd love to show you this sculpture I've been working on."
Abigail
Abigail sort of has a hunch about what's going on, but she can never quite place her finger on it. She knows something's up, just not what. So, being Abigail, she asks you! Downside is she may just ask you, wherever that place is and however many people are there. It could be in a private spot with just the two of you in hushed voices, or it could be in the saloon on a Friday night, her yelling really loudly so you can hear her from across the bar.
Yeah, so I'd just hope it's the former scenario.
"Hey Y/N, you alright? You've been a bit odd lately."
Tell her what's up though, and she brings it down to a private level. She knows enough about anxiety to know that most people don't like to just talk about it. After all, she's friends with Sebastian and he's the living embodiment of not wanting to talk about it.
She's still pretty forward with it though. She is the one to just ask if [thing] is a trigger for you. She doesn't mean to trigger you on accident, and if she does, she is really sorry, she just wants to know so she can avoid it.
Maru
Maru is a nurse and is all-round who I'd say to be the second smartest person in town (first place goes to her father), so it's very easy for her to realise what's up with you. When she does, she spends a good while weighing the pros and cons of confronting you about it.
While she's doing that, she's checking up on you each day to see how you're doing. She's naturally a very kind person, so it's not suspicious of her to do so, but she does so anyway. She always makes a mental note of the days where you're just not feeling it and is sure to try just that little bit harder to make the day alright for you.
In the end, it comes down to her just waiting. She makes a sort of graph of how you're going, and if you're going well, she leaves you alone. If you're going a bit south, she takes you to a quiet place like Cindersap forest at night (or wherever and whenever you're most comfortable) and waits for you to relax. Once you're relax, she explains her concerns for you and asks for permission to know what is up.
"Hey, so, I need to ask you something. I've noticed you've been showing some signs of anxiety. If you're comfortable, could you please tell me what's up?"
If she's denied permission, she absolutely respects your boundaries and doesn't ask anything else. She explains how she's been keeping track of how you're going, too, just for the sake of honesty and transparency.
If she is allowed permission to know more about the subject at hand, she inquires about your interest in therapy. If you accept, she'll immediately nonchalantly hit Harvey up for some phone numbers. If it's a no, she respects your decision, but encourages you to think about it.
Emily
Emily, at first, is a lot like Leah. She brushes it off as you being you. But as the behaviour continues and becomes more apparent, she does start to wonder if there's something more going on. By that point, she asks Harvey for some symptoms of anxiety and compares them to you. If they line up, she gets a little more concerned.
She goes to Harvey a lot for advice. She always covers your name up with 'my friend' or 'this person I know,' and thankfully it works. She's there to get advice on helping and accommodating for you, not spreading your personal information with your name attached. And even then, she can just use the excuse that she was wanting information in case something comes up in the future.
When she's got her information, she puts it to good use. She tries to very nonchalantly ask you if you have any triggers she should know of, without pushing your boundaries.
"Hey, I was up all night last night thinking about how strange it was that we all have triggers. Isn't it weird? I was wondering if there was anything I should know about you."
Haley
Haley genuinely does not understand anxiety. She simply does not have the brain required to comprehend it. That doesn't mean she's judge-y, she just will never understand. And because she doesn't understand, she doesn't pick up on it.
So, you have to tell her. Because if you don't, she can and will casually mention your behaviours to other people. It sucks, but that's what's gonna happen. She doesn't mean to be rude; she honestly just doesn't know.
When you do tell her, she's all 'wait, what?' She had zero idea that's what was going on. But when she does realise that's what's happening, she ceases any and all conversation about it. She respects your privacy enough to not share that.
"Wait, that's what's up? Oh, I had no idea!"
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I attempted to write some terusai in my free time. Can be a one-shot? A fic? Who knows.
Basically a terusai date.
Ever since I switched from being somewhat of an omniscient narrator to a first-person narrator, there's one thing that makes me feel uneasy–not having the ability to read minds when I need it the most. You know, those moments when you wish you could just tap into someone's thoughts and understand what they're thinking? My power would come in handy now. Although I've managed to avoid getting scared every time they approach me, the fact that I can't save myself keeps the world from pairing me with one of the people who cause me the most trouble.
Teruhashi Kokomi.
When it comes to Teruhashi, there's no denying that she's got some serious beauty going on. Now that I can see people as they are, it's hard to look past that flawless exterior, objectively speaking. But let me tell you something, behind that mask of perfection lies a whole different story.
We can't ignore the fact that there's a manipulative and egocentric side to her personality, but let me also mention something positive about Teruhashi. This girl is seriously hardworking and dedicated, you've got to give credit where credit is due. Yeah, There are definitely some not-so-great traits lurking beneath that stunning exterior of hers. But I acknowledge her work ethic and determination to reach the expectations of the other people they put on her, without having to sound like a proud father she has come a long way that I can’t hardly see in her, the old Teruhashi.
Definitely, because I can't read her mind anymore.
I have to say, Kokomi Teruhashi is quite an eye-catching person. She has a certain energy that draws the attention of everyone around her. However, the unwanted attention that comes with her presence can be bothersome. As someone who prefers a more peaceful and uninterrupted life, it can be difficult to handle. To make matters worse, she always seems to end up working with me on school projects, managing to hangout with me and the group, even finding me alone when I try to avoid her.
which only increases the spotlight on us. It's not that I don't like her, but the constant scrutiny can be overwhelming at times.
Getting back to the problem at hand, I can't be in a place where all the men seem to be planning my death, again.
Believe me, I don't want this either. I must insist that I would give them my position without any hesitation?
As I sat across from Teruhashi in the café, my unease mounted. It was evident in my demeanor, and she picked up on it immediately. She kindly suggested that we can go to her house, which was a thoughtful gesture on her part. I was grateful for her offer, as I had grown weary of the envious and hostile stares from my classmates well, people in general. Her kindness was a welcome respite from the tension that had been building up all day.
She reassured me that her brother is working today until late, to avoid any potential complications that may arise from being spotted at Teruhashi's residence with her less-than-reputable brother present, the latter making in his head a whole ass drama on how I am stealing his innocent little sister. Although some may perceive her as innocent, I cannot help but feel a sense of irony in this description, given her exceptional ability to portray a certain facade.
#kokomi teruhashi#saiteru#saiki k#terusai#saiki kusuo#basically saiki struggling trying being a normal teenager#i need more of this content#so i did it myself#🩷💙#no beta read#we die like my will to live#saiki x teruhashi
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hello koku!!!
i saw you were wanting some requests!
may i pls request lee tanjiro with ler giyuu and rengoku? personal hc, they argue over who tanjiro likes best and playfully tickle him to get him to tell them who he likes but he never admits who he prefers since he sees both of them as his older brothers
feel free to decline if you don’t feel inspired. have a great day!🫶🏼💚
Hello! Ofc! And I love your hc! I'm definitely gonna use it for this fic! Also I've never even thought about Giyuu being a ler so this will be interesting :3
Note: freaking LOVE lee Tanjiro
He had just come back from yet another mission when he heard voices off in the distance. He thought that it was probably the other hashira and turned to leave, but as he did, he heard shouts and had to investigate. Upon arriving at the cause of the noise, Tanjiro found Rengoku and Giyuu, who appeared to be having an argument. Tanjiro crouched down behind a bush to see what they were talking about.
'He spends more time with me.'
'that doesn't mean anything..'
'Yes, it does. Come on, you know he likes me more!'
'No he doesn't.' Giyuu responded before then going on to say
'I've known him longer.'
'Are they talking about me?' Tanjiro thought to himself as he continued to watch them he realised that yes, yes they were talking about him. Well fighting over him it seemed like.. Tanjiro wasn't one to have favourites, ofc he liked some people more than others but that doesn't really count. He got up and was about to leave when a voice behind him made him jump.
'Tanjiro'
It was Giyuu's voice. He spun around to look at the two men and said
'Do you need something..?'
'Yes young kamado! We'd like to know who you like better, me or Tomioka?'
'I already told you that I don't know, I like you both the same..' This was true. He really had no idea. He viewed both men equally. However, the others did not think so..
'He denies it every time'
'Well, that won't do, will it now? I guess we'll have to teach him a lesson~'
At first, Tanjiro didn't understand, but when Rengoku wiggled his fingers, a bright smile on his face, Tanjiro took off running. He was fast, but the others were faster, and he was easily captured by Giyuu, who wrapped an arm around his waist as he easily, but gently, pushed Tanjiro to the floor and sat on his arms to prevent him from escaping. Rengoku soon caught up and loomed over Tanjiro with a smirk on his face.
'Young kamado, you do know what happens to liars right?'
'I'm not a liar..'
'So you deny that too, huh? Tomioka you know what to do'
A shriek erupted from tanjiro along with a few giggles as Tomioka pressed down on his upper ribs. He didn't even press down very hard, but it was enough to get Tanjiro giggling. Remgoku then also decided to join in by spidering his fingers up and down his sides, which caused Tanjiro to let out a whine, followed by another stream of giggles while Tanjiro shook his head.
'Tanjiro, you shouldn't have lied to us.' Giyuu wasn't one to tease, but when it came to Tanjiro, he made an exception. Deciding to give up on his ribs, Giyuu gently fluttered his fingers against Tanjiro's neck, causing the latter to scrunch his neck in a way of trying to protect himself.
'Ahahahahaha! Gihihihihihiyu!' 'Rengohohohoku!'
'What's up, Young kamado? Is something funny? You're giggling an awful lot.'
'i- I'm Nahahahahat!' He replied, squealing as Rengoku found a sweet spot on his side.
'Still lying, I see?'
'There's no point in lying now. It will only make your punishment worse,' Giyuu said as he started digging into Tanjiro's hips, smirking slightly as his laughter increased in volume.
'So are you going to tell us what we want, or would you prefer to keep lying?'
Tanjiro couldn't respond, his laughter was almost starting to go silent, and he just begged them with his eyes to stop. For the next 3 minutes, he shrieked, squealed, screamed, and laughed until finally they let him go, and as soon as Giyuu got off of him he curled up into a ball, face slightly red as he sucked in much needed oxygen. (Idkkk what happened to the text here- I'm sorry 😭)
'So?' Rengoku asked, turning his head to a now recovered Tanjiro.
'I still can't decide. I view both of you equally. I like and dislike things about both of you and making a decision is just something that hasn't crossed my mind. So I'd say I like both of you, your like brothers to me I guess..'
I wanted to write more but my motivation has left me..
Hope this was good-
#demon slayer#sfw#sfw tickle#lee Tanjiro#ler Giyuu#ler Rengoku#Myst<3#koku answers#SOMEONE BRING BACK MY MOTIVATION-
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heyyyy if ur still doing songs: Reliable Narrator by Chase Petra is so Tim i just-
all of it. so. so tim. i need someone else to sob with me
OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO okay I like this one, its fun. To me it kinda feels like if Jay kinda lost it and spiralled out of control about Tim, like, if Tim did something even slightly wrong Jay can't cope with it because his head's just full of Alex, so he goes off on Tim about him being an "unreliable narrator" or lying about things to him, both lies about general marble hornets stuff, but also lies about their relationship and Tim's intentions etc.
Anyway, read more thingymabob because this is a bit longer than it was meant to be
It kinda feels to me like a song for the end of the series, like, before the entry 80 fic i have planned where Jay dies and all that stuff. Like, when they have their argument and Jay shows up to Tim's house with the knife and all that. Like, he's accusing Tim of all sorts of things and Tim's questioning himself and realising that their relationship is basically over and he's trying to convince himself that that's okay and he doesn't need the "roses" (aka, like, a functional relationship and all the nice things that are meant to come with that) he spent so long trying to make it work, hoping it would work and they'd both make it out of Marble Hornets alive to see it work out.
The ignorance is bliss line works for that too. When Tim didn't know the extent of Jay's issues, and Jay didn't know the extent of Tim's, they could work fairly well together. The ignorance was bliss. But once they get to know who each other actually are ("actually are" a lot of it comes down to the operator fucking with them, like that voice message that got deleted and would probably have fixed a whole lot of things)
The less skin in the game like too. Tim was too far in already to just leave and stop fighting and go on living his life, and he'd probably also feel really guilty for leaving Jay even if he did decide to try and go back to living normally. Jay's already been abandoned and in his fear of it happening again, im not gonna like Jay could probably end up getting pretty manipulative about trying to get Tim to stay. Not maliciously, just in the way that he's terrified of being alone again and abandoned by someone he loves, so he'll say anything to make them stay, even if its hurtful or cruel.
The hit me where it hurts would probable be about exactly that, Jay would know exactly the things to say to hurt Tim the most. I get the feeling that accidentally Jay would say similar things to Tim as Alex said to him, but, like, twisted so that instead of being intended to drive Tim away (like alexs words were designed to) they'd be designed to try and make Tim not feel secure enough to leave. Because Jay isn't innocent in all this. With Alex he was definitely the one worse off and the victim in it (victim is the wrong word, but I cannot think of the right one, so i'm going with that for now, it's too harsh of a word i think? idk, anyway) but once Jay's in a healthy relationship, everything that kept his feelings safe when he was with Alex becomes kinda hurtful with Tim?
Idk if im explaining that well at all? I'm just putting my fears about relationships onto him, it doesn't need to make sense
ANYWAY
Idk what you thought of specifically, but I'd love to know cos damn it's a good song.
#I have no idea what I'm on about in this lmao. I usually don't when it comes to sorry its locked#I know what i want to get across in my head. but turning it into words is basically impossible lmao#marble hornets#jay merrick#tim wright#mh jam#alex kralie#jaylex#marble hornets fanfic#MH sorry its locked
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y/n’s best friend’s reactions and the messages from Lando are the perfect dichotomy of how I would be tempted to talk to her….. two v different tactics of calling homegirl out on being so .. idk the best way to phrase it.. pre-defensive??? The triple message to Lando at the end of their convo really said more about how she feels about max than anything else she’s said about him in the last like five chapters. When she lied about why she was “only going” on this date he breezed past the comment to ask for fucking chorizo I KNOW she was FUMING!!!!!! Like I could feel it in my bones that she wanted him to do or say something. Now though I’m worried that something inside her kinda snapped and she’s either gonna keep seeing metaphor and pushing the envelope until she gets a reaction from max OR she’s gonna go out of her way to pretend extra hard (harder than she usually does) that she doesn’t give a shit what max thinks of her and her love life. I have a lot of faith in you and where you’ll eventually take this plot I’m just gonna go ahead and beg you in advance that if there ends up being some kind of major miscommunication in the plot it has to be realistic !! Nothing grinds my gears worse than adults ruining their entire lives because of a miscommunication that even a 12 year old could solve on their own. Like I understand miscommunication tropes but sometimes they go so far that they defy very basic logic and I can’t watch y/n and max turn into complete idiots.. sorry that was definitely a personal preference rant - do what u gotta do it’s your story Lmao I’ve just been burned one too many times by fics that claim they’re about whole ass adults then have them act like 6 year olds for the sake of a plot point and I can’t see max doing that. I can kiiiiinda see y/n doing that but not unconsciously. She’d know what she was doing for sure.
No I 100000% get you. Nothing drives me crazier than people making whole life decisions based on the outcome of a conversation they never even had. Like, Y/N decides Max is in love with GP and takes a job in NYC and leaves without telling Max who then decides that the last 6 years meant nothing to her for no reason and they don’t talk until Lando locks them in a disused shopping container. Like, you two have shared everything for all these years be serious you’re not throwing that away over not even talking. I definitely see Max and Y/N being people that even if they’re dancing around the real conversation that they need to have, they’ll always be communicating with each other. I think that’s so much more true to the relationship they have and the people they are than freaking out and not talking to each other.
I think the thing with what Lando and her other friend were saying was their needling was fair but also to her it felt a little bit like a taunt. Because she has everyone in her life acting like she’s doing something a bit sideways by dating someone other than Max, acting like she owes him sensitivity around the issue, kind of hyping her up that there’s a big “caution” label on this situation and then she goes out of her way to be cautious and it turns out it wasn’t needed. I think it made her feel a bit stupid, almost like they’d hyped her that her love life was SO important to Max and it just wasn’t. So she’s like, please stop making me feel like this is a thing because it’s clearly not. And then similarly with Max, she was a bit like, I went out of my way to diminish this date/situation for your comfort, and it turns out you never cared in the first place. I think the whole thing just stung her ego a bit.
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Hey :). I was hoping that maybe you would have some nuggets of wisdom regarding story pacing and plot. Everything you published on ao3 is so well paced and worded in such a way that the reader can vividly picture every scene. Sooo.. question: how do you plan out the plot of a story? And when you don't necessarily have a plot, how do you make sure that the scenes you want to write are well-connected/paced within the bigger narrative?
Anyways, I hope you have a great day. And answer or not, I will keep enjoying your work just the same.
hey mate! thanks for thinking of me but you have actually come to a terrible place for pacing advice bc that is definitely the part of writing that i struggle with most lol . but i shall tell you how I cope and hopefully some of that helps you (?)
basically I cannot plan to save my life. fic or original writing --- if I set out to outline, I come up with bad ideas and stress myself out of even starting. all the stories I plan are MUCH worse than the ones I don't. for some writers planning works great and if that's you that's awesome!!! but I am doomed to walk another path
what I do instead of planning a story is think about what I (me, personally, bc I write fic from a place of indulgence) WANT out of it. like, what's the stuff I wanna see? to me, the essential aspect of pacing is making that stuff feel important and worth it and earned. it has to have emotional weight or it won't be what I'm after .
that's also how I try to make scenes are connected; they're all focused around a general Vibe or Feeling I want to construct.
for example, in Do A Flip, what I wanted was all of them getting to become a family. and so I worked backwards from that --- what are the steps within steps within steps that lead them there? what little aspects can we put together to create that kind of image?
for pacing it's also handy sometimes to ask what the best bit about NOT being where you're aiming for yet is. like, what is worth lingering on and enjoying that isn't the end goal? what fun thing can you only have at THIS moment of the story, rather than later? it makes each part more fun to write .
I started with a much shorter version of the fic (14k) where I wrote a shoddy draft of the whole thing from Diego's pov, and then I went back and added a ton more pieces.
that's also something I use to help myself out (and because personally I love to write this way) --- I write in pieces.
this improves my pacing, because then I'm not having to constantly consider the whole structure. instead, I'm thinking about what the point of an individual fragment is --- what am I showing in this scene, and what does it mean? often it's just something small (like I want to show that Beatrice is comfortable with Ava holding her hand, or that Lilith tries to be friendly to Diego) but I function much better with a hundred bite sized pieces than a massive whole.
in these piece-style stories, I rely on the reader drawing connections between different parts and inferring rather than a smooth flow. it's just something I enjoy as a narrative form --- I like gaps and spaces where you figure bits out yourself.
I also rearrange a ton. scenes get cut and pasted to be in a new spot all the time bc I realise as I go that they could be tweaked and fit better somewhere else. when I'm writing, I also often just leave a break and write SCENE, and then jump on to the next one --- like I don't know how I'm going to fill it in yet, but I know I need something to separate out two more similar bits, or a different POV, or to slow down before X Event happens. half the time I have no idea where a chapter is going until the first version is almost done.
the other thing about pacing for me is that devastatingly I rely heavily on rewriting, editing, and cutting beloved scenes that don't super gel. chapters take SO long to come out bc I rewrite them 2-4 times. a lot of better (and less highly strung) writers don't need to do that much so please don't feel like it's necessary but it's definitely necessary for me bc without it my work would be a total shambles lmao. I also find the promise of rewriting means I'm less likely to freeze up or stare at a blank page because I will go back and improve/tidy up later.
I also think paying attention when you feel pretty meh about something is helpful for pacing. for example, I wrote a 6k version of chapter 3 of Favourable Conditions where a lot more happened, but I didn't like it. I got my girlfriend to read it and she said "the whole first part feels like you're racing to get to the second part, and then it all settles down". and she was totally right --- I had a scene I was excited to get to so I gunned it, but the overall feeling of the chapter suffered as a result. I split the chapter in half and then rewrote the whole first half as a chapter in its own right, and decided to focus on what fun stuff I could do there, rather than just skipping through to get to the rest. I ended up adding scenes that were the ones people in the comments liked most. I also ultimately decided to change the next few plot beats afterwards, based on how that went.
I would also say that generally speaking, not a lot happens in my stories. like, I go for smaller stakes and smaller actions that slowly add up --- mostly bc I'm writing very chilled out stuff. but if you're trying to build a character to the point of doing something drastic, it's a different ballgame to escalating them to some minor change. both are super doable, you've just got to keep in mind what you're aiming for. I like minor stakes because I enjoy trying to make small things like washing dishes or going to the park matter. it's also just the vibe of where I'm at right now --- previously I've written things that were a LOT more dramatic.
if you're really struggling, I would also suggest starting with writing something short. your blog is blank so I couldn't tell what kind of writing you might be interested in, but it's much easier to tweak and change and judge these things if you're working in a smaller area --- like a 2-4k oneshot --- than if you sit down to write 80k. I literally never sit down to write 80k of fic I just accidentally end up doing it lmao.
I hope some of that is vaguely useful? I don't have a lot of wisdom to dispense bc as you can see most of my process is crutches for getting around having no natural sense of pacing. if you have any more specific questions about pacing a particular scene or idea I might be able to help more?
but good luck! 💛
#thanks for the ask!#hopefully some of this helps#hit me up if you have any other questions and i will do my best :D but yeah i struggle a bit with the broader questions
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Hey Ryu! I loved the Shroudcest fic u made! I loved it alot! (≧▽≦) Tho it got me thinking abt the relationship between Idia and Azul. What if Azul and Robo/Human Ortho weren't on good terms with eachother? Would Ortho try everything in his power to make Azul flee? Would Azul just not budge or bck down, not even for a moment? What would Jade and Floyd do abt it? Would Idia find out abt Ortho's mischief and wrong doing or will he take Ortho's side and believe his lies? I sort of made it up I'm my head a bit. I feel like Ortho would be kind with Azul at first but slowly start to show signs of his unhealthy obsession with Idia, surrounding Azul with his envious and outrageously corrupted aura. But the minute Idia walks in he's all normal and adorable and Azul is just left with a shocked face. That's how I played part of it in my mind but idk what u will make out of it. Also what Abt other relationships Idia has? For example Lilia, Sebek, and probably Floyd? (Srry if I'm saying alot but I'm just rlly interested in what u think of it (ㆁωㆁ)) Take ur time with this ask and have a great day/night! (｡･ω･｡)ﾉ♡
Thank you so much, Anon! I am very happy you liked that post.
It is so fun to think about jealous and obsessively possessive Ortho, so I can see why you ended up coming up with a scenario about him and Idia with Azul. Even though Ortho and Azul are friendly with each other, and Ortho really appreciates Azul for being Idia’s first friend, the scenario in which Ortho starts to develop jealousy and has doubts about AzuIde’s relationship could be interesting.
Because of his own jealousy and protectiveness, and maybe because he can’t always join Idia in the board game club’s meetings anymore, Ortho could start thinking about whether Azul is a good “candidate” or not. If you want to take it to the extreme degree, Ortho really could become openly (secretly from Idia) antagonistic with Azul, but I think Azul needs to actually do some harm to Idia for that to happen. Or something that Ortho would consider to be harmful. In that case, anyone would become Ortho’s enemy.
The problem with Azul is that he is very cautious and cunning, so he really wouldn’t want Ortho to be his enemy: not only it would be dangerous, it would also be quite unprofitable. It’s much better to be on good terms with Ortho, and Azul would try really hard to be his friend and make Ortho feel like he isn’t stealing his precious Idia away. He knows which buttons to push, and depending on Ortho’s attitude and state, it could either mitigate the situation a little or make matters worse lol
Jade and Floyd would just laugh at Azul, I think. They might help him if they find the entire situation amusing enough, like they could try to distract Ortho while Azul takes Idia somewhere, but the idea of Ortho going berserk is just too fun for them to do it properly. As long as Azul isn’t dead by the end of it, it’s all good.
I’m not sure how Idia would react to the whole situation, but he would definitely notice that something has changed in Ortho’s attitude towards Azul. The fact that Azul isn’t a good person isn’t a secret to Idia though, and (if the two are dating) he isn’t under the illusion that Azul isn’t doing it for money, a least partially. So his instinct would probably be to try to calm Ortho down and to say that he is using Azul just as much as Azul is using him, so it’s all good. Ortho wouldn’t buy it though, but he’ll pretend that he did for a while.
With Sebek, Ortho probably wouldn’t get as aggressive because Sebek isn’t actively trying to steal Idia away: they aren’t dating, they’re just being annoying to each other. So the only thing that I can think of is Ortho warning Sebek about the way he speaks about Idia. Which would still be very shocking to his fellow first years, because it feels like it came out of nowhere, but suddenly Ortho got very strict and kinda angry.
It’s a bit difficult to think about a scenario with Lilia, because I think Lilia is quite a respectable person in Ortho’s eyes. But the way Idia speaks about him and adores him makes Ortho really jealous. Like, at least Idia makes fun of Azul and speaks about how cartoonishly evil he is. But with Lilia/Crimson Muscle, Idia’s crush is so obvious, it’s like Idia isn’t looking at Ortho at all anymore. So, first of all, Ortho definitely reads all the chats Idia has with Lilia in-game, he doesn’t care about his privacy lol Second of all, I can see him surprising Lilia by showing up and telling him to treat his precious Idia better. With a very angry and serious face… Lilia would give him his general Vanrouge smug smile in return and say something about Ortho being very brave.
Ironically, I can’t picture Ortho not liking Floyd at all lol so I guess he would be upset because of his jealousy, but not aggressively angry. That’s just Floyd for you, maybe it’s because of his fickle nature, but even if Floyd kinda dates Idia, it doesn’t feel like he’s being taken away from Ortho. Floyd wouldn’t mind fighting a robot though…
So yeah. These aren’t as aggressive that you might have wanted, but this is just how I can see these scenarios. Maybe I just don’t want Ortho to be too upset with these boys lol
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tagged by the lovely @frozenmemories1987 💜💜
Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.
so I’ve only actually published one fic this year and my 2022 fics were very scattered so the term “recent” is a stretch here lol and I’m also cheating on a few of them since some first lines are just a little too short for any sort of idk. excitement about it?
1. Think About It
Greg hasn't seen Nick this riled up since the day Warrick died.
He tries not to even think about that day, or the day after, or the day after that, and especially not the funeral itself—but he can’t shake off the eerie sense, not of deja vu because this anger that he’s seen bubbling since he stormed into the lab after nearly getting brown up at his own house, rather it’s the apathy. The disregard for his own life, or maybe it’s instead born out of some sort of pride that he’s invincible, or something. He’s no longer the easy-to-scare, naïve, somewhat ignorant man that he met about eleven years ago.
2. The Stokes Family Christmas Chronicles, Chapter 6
It’s her first Christmas without a Santa Claus, and she’s never been more terrified in her life.
And she knows he’s not going to be around because she now knows who Santa really is.
It makes sense, really. Because who else would know what she really wants for Christmas, who would know if she really deserved it, besides her own father?
3. Sleepsong
He’s thought himself to be humble in his tenure as the man in the high chair, the power of the gavel nothing more than an extension of Lady Justice’s arm that holds the scale in balance. A power that’s never to be used and abused for personal gain.
4. Agony, Chapter 28
He had gotten used to darkness. So much so to the point where he would spend most of his time at home “unplugged.”
He even thought that maybe he finally got emotionally unplugged too, when he found himself relieved to see the dead body of a grown woman wrapped up in a carpet, though perhaps it was because what both he and Sara had thought they would find, would be a whole lot worse.
5. Remind Me
It doesn’t crash down on him all at once. The day doesn’t even dawn, not until the end. It starts in the hospital, as a spectator watching an invisible struggle for survival, monitored and documented not unlike a case file.
6. The Stash
“Hey, Greggo, you got my results for the—”
Bursting into the DNA lab through a door that is normally open to all and especially Nick on the graveyard shift, he’s faced with a shock that the lab is empty at the busiest peak of their shift.
7. The Morning After
It’s as if every shed tear from every tantrum, every cry for his mother or father since his birth had finally caught up to him.
8. If Only (I cheated here because the opening of this fic is just straight dialogue from the show so I skipped to one of the first original lines I wrote)
That was the easiest decision, and the only decision he could make at the time. He could catch the stalker, or lose Nick.
But Nick sure as hell wouldn’t agree. The stubborn, thick-headed Texan is bound to whine the second he wakes up about it.
9. all we ever knew
“Gordon, you got a visitor.”
She feels stupid for the split second of hope that she was lied to, that the CSIs used her father’s death just as some sort of leverage into getting more information on that…Nick guy’s kidnapping. Maybe they managed to get the bomb off of her father, maybe there was no bomb at all.
10. I’m Yours
It’s been a year. Maybe more than that. Jack’s kept him so busy that he can see why the elder vampire has said that he’s lost track of time and doesn’t even know how old he really is—though he most definitely does.
He’s found that most vampires don’t seem to be too worried about their age, casually keeping track for bragging rights when rubbing it in the face of the “young ones” and also to express dominance in council meetings—but they find it within themselves to cherish the passing of time for an event that comes twice a year.
#mk.op#mk.fic#i do have a lot of other fics i have been working on and i'm hoping to get at least one fic done this month but#idk it's been hard and i've just been super discouraged which is my own fault#and i know i was a little greedy here sharing more than just one line...i'm sorry
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Ooooh what are your story ideas and meta in the works?
ahh !! i have a good handful,, most of them are merlin related so forgive me spn mutuals ;-; but i'm just going to list them off bc i fear if i give an in depth response this post would be one of those long ones that make your app glitch and phone burn to a crisp in your hands
bbc merlin:
meta:
- gwaine being more observant than he's given credit for pulling a classic "oh i just drink and make jokes" silly guy move as a cover
- arthur, merlin, and mordred and their roles in the prophecy/ties to the old religion and triple goddess
- destiny in bbc merlin being a living breathing entity that lives through feeding off of tragedy
- gwen and her flower motif !!
- morgana and merlin being two sides of the same coin
- the different sects of the old religion and those that believe in the once and future king vs those who don't
- magic and its relation to gender throughout the entire series and how it is often a punishment for the women in the series
- gwen and lancelot being foils for each other
- gwen and elyan's sibling relationship (this one is mostly head canons based off the scraps we get throughout the series)
- more in-depth exploration of the main 4's character thesis
- difference between merlin and emrys and where the line blurs
- druids and their expectations of merlin
fic ideas:
- key trials: merlin and arthur have to enter the kingdom of the sidhe and stop the ever growing plague that has begun destroying all the crops and causing an abundance of monsters in albion,, this one investigates the double standard merlin holds for arthur vs himself, the lies they've told themselves and arthur internal bias from being raised anti-magic, as well as merlin being a liar
(i've stated writing a few chapters but lost motivation n school n work once again took over my life)
- dragon's ire: heavy political intrigue, prince merlin au, focuses heavily on the reality of merlin and morgana's ill-fated friendship and how merlin telling morgana about his magic could've definitely made things worse in the long run, kingdoms at war and gives more background to the knights as well as blacksmith!gwen who i hold close to my heart
- fae circle fic: really just guilty pleasure of seeing genderbent morgana and gwen if i'm being honest,, silly fun :3
- elwaine fic idea: moments where traveling blacksmith elyan meets gwaine multiple times but working with him as a knight gets a bit more difficult from there prolly just smth short n fun :)
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spn:
meta:
- sam and dean and hoodoo/voodoo in spn and how many times they should've died after using it... i do not know how to stress that not only are these practices closed off to non-black folk but then also like,, even black people that do not have practitioners in their bloodlines do not fuck with these practices because the repercussions are just that !! bad !! 😭😭 (ofc ik the 'god favor' and more realistically this is bc there were probably no black writers in the room but DAMN,, it's just insane)
- probably low hanging fruit but,, song genres relating to each member of tfw and their arc in the story
- i'm sure someone has done this before too but bela/dean parallels and similarities
fic idea:
- jock!castiel... that's all i got 😭😭 i've only recently gotten into spn and castiel is very close to my heart,, but i keep seeing fics where he is a gardner/knitter and while i think he'd be interested i think he'd also drop them very quickly bc he strikes me as a person(?) that likes the idea of taking things slow but when it comes down to it much rather would prefer things get done immediately or at least he can move his body and feel like something is getting accomplished,, he's also incredibly charismatic and i would love to see him leading a team in something without feeling like it could become a cult
it's kind of just a guilty pleasure lol not too much backing
anyways thanks for the ask hope any of this is interesting 😭🫡
#some guy talking#bbc merlin#spn posting#bbc merlin meta#spn meta#bbc merlin fic ideas#spn fic ideas
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@lelephantsnail responding to your reply on the WIP game. I think you were part of the group that instigated the VegasPete theatre AU?
basically what I have is what I posted here but I also decided Pete is the new kid in school and Vegas’ usual haunt is the catwalk because Kinn uses a wheelchair and so he never goes up there. I find that I like making some of the characters disabled, if they aren’t in canon. Vegas will be able bodied and incredibly jealous of Kinn in every way; Kinn is the top student, the best actor in the department, now he’s moving into directing and he’s brilliant at that also, he has a magnetic personality, everyone thinks he’s sexy and Vegas HATES him and is absolutely passively trying to get Kinn hurt or killed. One time a fellow student asks Vegas why he’s jealous of Kinn, “cause isn’t that guy, you know...” and Vegas is like, “I will murder you for implying that I’m jealous of my cousin and also wtf are you talking about. Never speak to me again on pain of death.” Sigh. Yeah, that feeds something in my soul.
Okay, this is getting long, but I guess we all know by now that you ask about a WIP and you get a long ass answer.
The himbo!Porsche magic AU is basically KP set in the Deadly Education universe. Porsche and Pete were roommates at a magic school together and both emerged under a pile of debt. Pete goes to work for Kinn’s family to pay off the debt (Pete specializes in illusion magic. He’s not very strong, but he has the precision of a razor blade and is really good at what he does).
Porsche goes to work at Hum Bar, where he will never make enough money to pay off his debts because he specializes in death magic (it’s not a choice - you’re born with you specialty) and he’s wildly powerful. To make matters worse there’s a family prophecy about him that he’s going to turn into the most powerful dark sorcerer of his generation. Yeah, great. He definitely can’t let anyone know about this or go to work for the mafia or a government because powerful organizations would either want to control him and turn him into living weapon or kill him.
Now, here’s the key factor: there are two sources of magic, mana and malia. Mana is generated through hard work (e.g. jogging) but has to be stored somewhere if you want to use it. Storage devices are hard to make and expensive, so obviously Porsche doesn’t have any. Malia is life-force, taken from the spell caster or from some living thing near the spell caster. It doesn’t need to be stored, but if Porsche uses malia he’s GUARANTEED to turn into an evil dark sorcerer because he’s already a destruction machine.
SO! Porsche is an overpowered sorcerer who can cast destructive spells under specific circumstances and is also not very clever.
The opening scene of this fic is Porsche trying to rescue Pete. Porsche and Pete have magic key chains that let them know if one of their friends is in trouble and act as a compass, pointing them in the direction of the friend in trouble.
Porsche wakes up one day and sees that Pete is in trouble. He takes his motorcycle and follows the key chain out into the countryside. Eventually, he has to ditch his bike and bush whack cross country. He find find Pete and Kinn in the middle of woods, lost and injured. At first Kinn is like, Pete! Your friend came to rescue us, this great!
Pete: Porsche, does your phone work?
Porsche: No signal.
Pete: Do you know your way out of here?
Porsche, glancing around: Uh, I think I came from that direction? Or, no, maybe...that way?
Pete, deadpan: Right. Does anyone know you’re out here?
Porsche: ...I told Chay I was going out for a bike ride... But I found you guys!
Pete: Good for you?! What where you planning on doing about it?! Porsche, you idiot, we’re being hunted by a dark sorceress. All you’ve done is add one more warm body I have to protect while we starve in the wilderness. [Because he works for a rich family, normally Pete has access to mana storage devices, but right now he’s using malia to cast, which limits him, unless he wants to go full dark sorcerer].
Porsche: Huh, I guess I didn’t think my rescue plan through.
Pete, almost in tears: No, you didn’t think it through.
Kinn lies and says he’s Petes’ coworker, not his boss. Obviously, he immediately falls in love with chaotic, bratty Porsche.
Chay teams up with some of Porsche’s old school pals to rescue them. The old school pals are 0% surprised when they learn about Porsche’s “rescue plan”.
But back in the city, the dark sorceress is now after Porsche because he seems to be associated with Kinn. Pete and Porsche hatch a hair-brained scheme to keep Porsche away from the sorceress and of course a baffled Kinn accidentally stumbles into the middle of their plans while awkwardly trying to court Porsche...
(Kinn has no magic; Vegas specializes in healing and normally that would mean he’d become a medical professional, but Vegas being Vegas he uses his specialty to torture and kill people. It’s amazing how much damage a misapplied healing spell can do...)
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Hello my dear! I think we need a part 2 of the bring sick, but it's Scarecrow who gets sick after taking of us.
Reader definitely says "oh how the tables have turned" while he's coughing his life away 😂
Hellooo darling! ♥️ Oml yesss that's a fun request! I swear I read your request and pictured the whole scene 😂😂 I'm definitely using that line in the HC and the fic!
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Gotham!Sick!Jonathan Crane x Fem!Reader | Taking Care Of Him Includes...Headcanons + Short Fic
You were recovering after being sick. When you heard Jonathan sneeze, you thought to yourself: "Oh no."
You released your maternal insticts and scolded him for getting sick because of you. After all, he was by your side the whole time you were sick, wasn't he?
When he sneezed, he disguised it saying that something made him sneeze. Or when he coughed he excuses himself saying he just choked on something stupid. THOSE ARE ALL LIES!
Knowing that you might've made him sick, you prepared yourself for what was about to come. You already had a big stock of meds, food, and everything you might need to take care of him.
It wasn't long until he became more sick and you had to force him to lay in bed because of his uncontrollable coughs and sneezes.
You can't help but roll your eyes at the sight of him looking like he's a second away from dying. You had a worse moment than him and didn't complain as much as he was doing in that moment.
As exaggerated as he is, you still obviously worried about him. You were as caring as he was to you when you were sick.
You'll wake up earlier than him and prepare breakfast for him and then take it to bed. He just thanks you, because he gets flustered if he has to admit to you that he actually loves it and want that to happen more frequently😅
Now, yo had to tell the member who was in charge of the Legion while you were sick that he or she will have to take care of things for another week, since Scarecrow was sick too.
He'll probably look you with puppy eyes so he can lurk you to bed with him, and you scold him, but eventually fall into his trap and lay on bed with him.
You petting his hair and offering him water when he coughs like an old man near death.
"How the tables have turned." You said as you soothed his back. "sHUT UP AND PASS ME WATER" he said as he kept violently coughing. "Fine, stop but don't say I didn't warn you when I told you I was going to make you sick too."
You prepare camomille tea for him with some lemon cookies as if he were a small child. He obviously loves it when you do that.
24/7 asking him if he's alright and making sure he's warm enough to not get any more sick.
He gets more lovey-dovey while being sick. He generally is like that with you, but it's like that state intensifies to 100%
He's so honoured when you prepare steamy baths and cook dinner for him like he did with you. He gets kind of flustered at the thought of you returning the favour.
When you have to leave to do the groceries or to the pharmacy to get more meds for him, he asks you to stay a little bit more with him.
"I'm not going anywhere! The pharmacy is half a block away, Jon. Come on, if I don't buy it the meds you've been taking won't work and you'll feel worse." You tried to convince your boyfriend so you could leave and buy some things for you, but you just couldn't escape from his claws.
"Pleeease, just a few more minutes with you...?" His grip tightened around your waist as he looked at you with puppy eyes. "Fine. Maybe I can call the pharmacy and ask them if they can bring it home." "YESSS"
He LOVES having you babying him. When he's recovering, he'll pretend to feel a little bit worse than how he really is feeling just so you can soothe him and pet his hair while sweet talking to him. That's his favourite moment while being sick.
You also stay with him on bed all day long, but you take proper care of yourself so you don't get sick and it becomes an infinite loop of sickness.
Generally, he'll be more whiny and more intense with you. ESPECIALLY intense. He overexaggerates his feelings and it literally looks like you're going to have to prepare a funeral for him, but it's not as bad as he feels it is.
But, your job is to take care of him. Even if you won't admit it, you secretly love being there for him and cuddling so he can feel better.
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Previously, you were sick and he had to take care of you, laying next to you on bed 24/7. You had warned him that if he didn't take the same meds as you were, and if he stayed next to you all day long, he was going to get sick.
Rubbing his back, you were now trying to soothe your boyfriends intense coughing. He had gotten sick as well. You rolled your eyes as he acted so dramatically with his coughing and sneezing, but you still held a gentle smile.
"Oh, how the tables have been turned." You teasingly said as he kept coughing. In the middle of his coughs, he tried to defend himself, which was absolutely funny to you even if you were concerned for him. "s-SHUT UP A-AND PASS ME SOME WATER, PLEASE?" He tried to give you the death glare, but you just snorted at how ridiculous the situation was.
"I'm sorry, whiny baby. Here's your water." You handed him the cup of water that was in your nightstand, you bought it for him knowing he was obviously going to need it to soothe the cough. "But, I did warn you, didn't I? I told you that if you didn't take care of yourself you were going to fall sick, too. And look at us now." He drank the water you gave him and rolled his eyes at your comment. "I don't care, I took care of you and that's what matters." He crossed his arms, pretending to be molested by the situation.
He was so adorable when he pretended to be angry. You giggled and wrapped your arms around him, giving his cheek a big smooch. "You want me to make you a soup? It'll make you feel better." Knowing that was going to make his mood improve, he looked at you with big eyes and a loving smile towards you. "Yes I do! Please!"
You gave him another kiss and hugged him once more before leaving to the kitchen. He was like a little spoiled kid, but you loved him when he behaved like that, you found him adorable.
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