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cambrinkownsme · 2 months

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✧.*Not Friends pt 5*.✧

Paige Bueckers x reader

summary- it was a huge relief to finally realize that you didn't hate Paige Bueckers

word count- 2.9k

themes:

-fluff

-slight angst if you an even call it that

-homophobia

A/N - I'm so so so sorry for the delay. I lost so much motivation for this series but this back now. I hope you guys like this part!!! I did not spell check btw...

there was only a hazy memory of looking at who I thought was Paige in the eye and feeling tears well up on my waterline. why did everything have to fall apart in this order. the entire time that I stared at Paige, my brain kept telling me that I was hallucinating and that I was really Abby but no. as soon as the blonde spoke I couldn't help but break down. the thought of almost fucking the one girl that I don't believe I'm good enough for had to be the most sickening thing to ever imagine. of course Paige just had to be a good person and wipe my tears from my eyes before they even fell. the mood switched quickly. I went from confusion to comfort. Paige's hand were set on each side of my waist but not In a way that made me feel like I was being topped. it felt like she was holding me. gently. I loved that. once I comprehended the fact that it was Paige who was holding me, even more tears fell. I felt her hands moved to my back as she helped me stand up from the edge of the bed. I walked straight to the mirror to make sure that all of this was real even though in the back of my head I knew it was.

every moment that had to do with Paige before this, I would see it as a bad thing to be so close to her. yet the feeling and sight of her holding my waist in the mirror felt so right. the feelings of her arms resting around my almost bare skin reminded me just how badly I wanted to be with her. even though a couple days ago a part of me felt like we had to be friends, I knew that I couldn't hide it for long. then the feeling of guilt rushed over my head. how could I have been so mean to her just because she showed me love?what if it had been ruining her since? I couldn't bare to know that if Paige was hurt, it was my fault. the tears that were once embarrassment now turned into guilt. "I'm..so so sorry Paige." my head dipped into the palms of my hands as I tried to cover my obvious tears. the blonde immediately played her hand against my back and rubbed her thumb back and forth for comfort. I spun around, shaking her hand off of my skin. no. there is no way shes comforting me after I hurt her. a small and sharp breath left her lips once her hand left my back. I paced around the room trying to find sense of what I was thinking. "hey hey its ok..." Paige didn't hesitate to pull me into her arms even if I was pulling away. I wanted nothing but to stay in her arms. no words exchanged just small breaths as I sobbed into her sweatshirt.

"Paige it is not ok. I- I fucking hurt you when all you did was love me. you don't deserve that." my voice was slightly muffled against the cotton that covered her chest.the last thing I wanted was to hurt her. all Paige did was hold me into her. arms wrapped around my waist, fingers resting against my tailbone. my sobs began to slow, silencing the moment between us. I felt Paige slowly swaying the both of us side to side. before I could speak again, she gently pulled my face away from her chest with a hand now placed against my jawline. she still stayed silent, just staring into my eyes. and of course I couldn't look away. "I don't care if you hurt me. I just-i just need you know that I love you." I did. still do actually. her voice soothed me so effortlessly. it slowed down the pacing doubts that went through my brain.

only now did all my other senses came back. before it was just thinking about how I treated Paige and the tears that followed those thoughts. now my eyes were open and I could see Paiges sharp features that seemed soft through my glossy eyes. her eyes still had a hint of gray in dark lighting. her lips were still pink as ever. her hair wasn't in her usual ponytail. it was falling down her shoulders perfectly. her natural waves peeking through. she was wearing a dark blue sweatshirt with plaid pajama bottoms. now I noticed that my hands had made their own way to Paige's hips. her body seemed less tense as mine. the sweatshirt was thin enough for me to feel the outline of her toned abs. this were the exact things I thought about when I didn't want to stay friends with Paige. "are you ok?" Paige's voice woke me up from my trance. I looked back up at her eyes and nodded softly. "mhm." all the previous doubts of her love for me and my love for her had disappeared into the abyss by now. the only thing I doubted is whether we were going to sleep in my room or hers.

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the next morning I woke up feeling Paige's hot breath against my ear. my head was peacefully resting on her chest. we ended up in her room. her hand was glued to the small of my back just like I had predicted it would be if this situation ever happened. when my eyes blinked open, the first thing they saw was Paige's hair tangled around her own head. my reflex was to just run my fingers through her blonde locks. and that I did. this almost immediately woke her up but there was still a smile on her lips when she realized that I was trying to comb her hair with my bare hands. I pulled my hands away and pushed myself up closer to her face and hesitated to place a kiss on her lips. so instead I kissed her cheek. Paige quickly pulling my lips into hers gave me the idea that didn't enjoy just a kiss on the cheek. the kiss was short but I still enjoyed every second of it. just as I was getting more into the kiss, Paige grabbed onto my hips and flipped me over on my back. I let out a loud squeal and attempted to flip back over but Paige kept me down as she kissed around my lips, moving down to my neck. a couple giggles slipped out the lower her lips got before I finally pushed her off and took my turn. after going back and forth a couple times, there was a knock on the door. Paige's hands were slowly slipping under my shirt when Azzi knocked on the door. it made sense since it was 9 in the morning and Paige still wasn't out ready for practice but it still startled the both of us.

Paige groaned before standing up and dragging her self to the door. she opened it to see Azzi's face giving her a 'get the fuck out here right now' look. she had her hand on her hip and everything. "why are you still in bed-" Azzi looked behind Paige's shoulder and locked eyes with me. my face froze and I slowly hid myself with the bed covers. "I don't even want to know." Azzi slowly backed away from the door frame and yelled out as she walked down the hallway " be ready in 30 minutes!" Paige turned around and shut the door before jumping right back into bed to give a couple more kisses on my lips. she then stood up and walked to her bathroom before brushing her hair and teeth. Paige was one who refused to take care of her skin unless someone reminds her. "wash your face Paige." I stayed in bed, scrolling on my bed while she rushed to get ready. "could you come hold my hair please." usually someone else would help Paige with her hair but waking up late changed that this morning. so I stood up and held her hair until both braids were finished. I spun her around and covered her eyes while spraying hairspray on her top of her head. before she had the chance to get up and get changed, I couldn't help but placing another kiss on her lips.

it was nerve racking how quickly we changed around each other. just two days ago I pushed her out of my room while she let me know her love was basically endless and now here I was initiating a kiss with her after helping with her hair. I was here imagining all the night and mornings after this. holding onto her waist after a game. making her breakfast when shes running late. braiding her hair for fun and for serious times. I could see it all right in front of my eyes just by looking into her eyes. I cannot believe I didn't feel all of this before. I cannot BELIEVE these thoughts weren't running through my head when I very obviously heard Paige tell me that she loved me.

Paige walked out of the bathroom in her t shirt and shorts and I held a pair of her shoes in my hands. I waved them in her face as she looked around for them. "right here baby." Paige's head practically snapped towards me. I could seriously here a bone crack. "what?" no other words left my mouth once I realized what I said. fuck. "what did you call me?" Paige's hands were now wrapped around my waist, slowly pulling me closer and closer to her. "nothing.." I said under my breath before Paige pulled me into a very aggressive kiss, forcing me to drop the shoes in my hands. "don't be shy." Paige whispered in my ear before pulling away and putting on her shoes. I was in a tank top and shorts while my hair was pulled into a messy bun. I looked like I just rolled out of bed, which I kind of did, but I still followed Paige out the door and to practice so that I could watch her. Azzi was sitting on a bench outside while waiting for Paige but she sprung up when me and the blonde finally walked out. my hand was interlocked with hers while the three of us walked to Paige's car.

the moment that all the girls saw me and Paige walking into the gym, holding hands, a bunch of 'aw's' and 'ooh's' were exchanged. as much as I tried to ignore them, I couldn't help but turn red at the sound. everything was going fine. Paige and the rest of her team had smiles plastered on her face the entire time I was there but my own smile dropped when I saw Abby walk through the doors. why would she be here? how was I going to explain shit to her? all she did was send a smile across the gym while she walked into the lockers. I looked down at my phone to see a text from her that I had got earlier this morning.

abby

hey are you going to be at the basketball practice today. I was wondering if we could talk.

i read the message then set my phone down silently. a rush of panic ran through my head and didn't budge for a while. when I looked back up, I saw Abby walking right towards me. she waved at me while walking up the stairs that led to her bleachers I was sitting on. she didn't hesitate to sit down right next to me along with my bag, and Paige's.

"hey did you get my text this morning?"

"oh I just saw it. what did you want to talk about?"

"well I know we've only known each other for a little while but you seem like a really sweet person and I was wondering if you would want to go-"

just like that, Abby was cut off by Paige yelling from across the gym.

"ice wants to know if we are together y/n!"

my eyes widened along with Abby's. I looked at Paige with a very forced smile on my lips. a let out a held back laugh and looked back at Abby then back down at Paige.

"what do you think?" I yelled back.

obviously I was with Paige and I loved her so much but it was still difficult to say that in front of Abby. the only other girl I've slightly caught feelings for since I transferred. I mean I fully stared at her jawline of all places. but here I was, planning out how I was going to reject her.

"oh. I see. its ok."

i look at Abby and felt nothing but guilt. as much as I love Paige, I didn't want to hurt Abby in any way possible. her voice was so dull after being so energetic coming up to talk to me. it practically ripped my heart out to hear that energy leaving her. of course I didn't let this get to me as deeply as I'm describing it because I mean, I'm dating the Paige Bueckers. who am I to ask for any more?

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as soon as practice was over, I had to get ready to go out with a couple of friends. I had met a couple girls through volleyball and we got close very quickly. the day that I kicked Paige out,I decided it was the right thing to make plans with friends so me, Ella, Brooklyn, Adeline, and Serenity made a plan to go out to the park every Saturday and we were going to stick to it. all the girls made a pact to bring one food item each time. for the first time, I brought things to make mini cucumber sandwiches. this time Ella brought watermelon, Brooklyn brought a box of cupcakes, Adeline brought stuff to make mini pizza, and Serenity brought all sorts of drinks. we all fought over who would bring a blanket but we ended up agreeing on taking turns each Saturday and this week Ella brought a pink and white plaid blanket. once everyone got to the park we set everything up and took pictures before giving life updates that went on forever.

"I have a girlfriend now..."

i said while stuffing watermelon in my mouth. everyone immediately started flooding me with questions, scooting close and closer towards me. I shooed them away while setting down my plate of watermelon and preparing myself to explain the complexity of meeting and getting with Paige. by the time I was done explaining, everyone's faces were in awe with looks of lust in their eyes. knowing that there were people in my life who actually cared about my love life felt nice. my old friends would've ignored the word "girlfriend"} every time it came out of my mouth. yet the second that a boy was brought up, everyone was invested. it was refreshing to surround myself around people who gave a shit.

after I answered around fifty questions about Paige, I couldn't stop myself from asking the girls about their own love lives. I adore listening to how head over heels people are for their own partners. I made sure to give everyone a chance to talk because I wouldn't want to leave anyone out. first, Brooklyn told me about her new talking stage and almost everyone congratulated her for finally joining the in a talking stage club. except for Serenity, she despised when her friends fall in love, but mainly because she cares so much. if anyone of her friends gets hurt in her peripheral vision, that person who hurt them would end up six feet under. then Ella went on about her girlfriend who shes been with for 2 years now but still treated the relationship like a middle school crush. I mean giggling and kicking her feet. obviously Serenity was single and did not plan on changing that anytime soon. Adeline was just asked out by a guy shes liked for three months now. we all hugged her and giggled a long with her while she talked about how dark his eyes are and how good he smells or whatever.

by the time everyone was done sharing about their lives, the blanket was scrunched up under us and there were plates scattered everywhere, a long with cups and utensils. we all began to clean up before walking to a sunny part of the grass and passed around a volleyball. this quite literally felt like the last day of 8th grade but it still felt so special to just enjoy what you enjoy with people that you feel comfortable around. so we played volleyball until the sun was about to set and then we got up and Adeline drove around the town, dropping the girls off one my one until we reached campus, where she dropped me off. I waved goodbye and walked up to my dorm. I didn't expect Paige to be sitting on my bed, working on a project while playing some random Drake song in the background. she continued to hum along to the lyrics until she looked up to see me leaning on the doorway. "why my room of all places?" Paige had a smug smile on her lips while shrugging her shoulders. "why not?"

#paige bueckers #lesbian #nika muhl #basketball #uconn wbb #uconhuskies #not friends #paige x reader #wbb

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ksnfangz · 9 months

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COOL WITH YOU ★ SIDE A !

★ ₊˚ paring: Cupid!Ni-ki x Human!Reader

★ ₊˚ Genre: Fluff , angst(?) , unrequited love

★ ₊˚ Warnings : None?

★ ₊˚ word count: 1.2k

★ ₊˚ A/n : my brain turned off for like a month but i randomly decided to write this! hope it isn’t to shitty lol. Enjoy <3 ( yes there will be a part two aka side B !! sorry for any spelling / grammar errors.

Couples. Ni-ki hates couples, which is pretty ironic since he’s the reason half of them currently exist. Thought it was not like he had a choice seeing as he was born as an angel a cupid at that.

At first, it was fun being able to make two people fall in love and watch how some relationships blossomed while others fell apart, but over time it grew repetitive The constant matchmaking and shadowing had taken a toll on the boy.

When he first told his mother how he felt she just brushed it off as the boy not liking the idea of love… which wasn’t surprisingly not that rare writhing cupids but what she got wrong was that Ni-ki does want love.

He’s just tired of helping everyone else with their love lives when he can’t even help himself. As he continued to trail behind his new match he couldn’t help but wonder when would cupid shoot him with an arrow if that were even possible.

“ Don’t you ever get bored?” Ni-ki questions looking away from the couple-filled streets “What do you mean?.” Jungwon asks looking over at the boy.

“ Of watching people fall in love, of being invisible, stuck in the shadows.” the younger explains, jungwon simply shakes his head.

“ Not I think it’s quite amazing actually…” Jungwon replies smiling as a couple walks past holding hands. Ni-ki scoffs. “You don’t get it.”

“ It’s okay to not like your job Ni-ki Lots of cupids hate their job.” Jungwon says

“But this is a job that I can’t quit I’m stuck doing this until… I don’t even know when.” Ni-ki whines slamming his head down onto the table. Jungwon softly patted the boy's head.

“ I mean you can quit…” a new voice spoke causing Ni-ki to sit back up. It was Jay another angel.

“But there’s consequences, have you heard about Heeseung?” Jay asks, Ni-ki shaking his head.

“Who is that?”

“ he was my friend, and once a cupid like us… a few years ago he gave up his wings to become human, all for some mortal he’d fallen in love with.”

“But isn’t falling in love with a mortal forbidden?” Jungwon says confusedly. There were a lot of things angels couldn’t do.

“Yes, which is why he’s no longer here It’s been said that he is still human… but his lover was taken away,” Jay replies causing the younger's eyes to widen. “They killed the mortal?” Ni-ki asks loudly.

“No of course not they just wiped heeseung from their memory, I heard they ended up falling for someone else.” Jay states the two boys letting out sighs. “ Heesueng tried to come back and beg for forgiveness but a fallen angel never regrows their wings.”

“So what was the point in telling me all that?” Ni-ki questions. “To show its better to be an angel and live in the shadows than be a mortal and have everything about your life out in the open.”

“But what if I’m tired of the shadows?”

“That's on you Ni-ki, since only you can stop yourself from stepping into the light.”

Walking along the busy streets Ni-ki mindlessly trailed behind the latest couple, who were making their way to an art museum.

Normally when Ni-ki grew tired of one couple he’d leave and find a new one but despite his boredom, he knew these two were a good match and wanted to make sure they’d succeed.

Their names were Eunjin and Daesoo and they’d been friends for years now silently crushing on one another. Well, that was until Ni-ki stepped and in used his magical powers to get the two idiots to confess. Now his job was to protect their relationship until it was stable enough for them to handle on their own.

Upon entering the art museum Ni-ki watched as the couple showed their tickets and joined the crowd of people waiting for their tour guide.

The crowd seemed like your average group of people couples here and there, a few college students and critics. However, one person stood out quite a bit. Or at least in Niki’s eyes, though he couldn’t see his face the girl seemed much brighter than everything surrounding her.

While everyone else seemed to wear more Dark attire the girl wore a bright blue cardigan hanging loosely on her shoulders, paired with a white skirt matching the headband on her head.

Ni-ki watched as she stared up at the painting as if she were in a trance her curious eyes shining under the museum lights.

Neither of them realized that the crowd had now moved on to the next piece. Ni-ki also eventually found himself staring at a piece of art but it wasn’t the painting on the wall.

“ Y/n.” called out a voice pulling the girl— y/n out of her trance.

“Come on before you get left behind.”

“Okay coming! Heeseung.” she replied voice bright and cheerful as she skipped off toward her … friend?

wait Heeseung? Lee Heeseung, the fallen angel.

Watching as the two walked off and joined their group, Ni-ki averted his eyes from the painting that the girl had been captivated by moments ago.

He could see why she stared for so long. Psyche and Cupid.

But Psyche can’t see Cupid.

So what’s the point?

It was now a few days later and it was safe to say he still didn’t get the point, even after days of following the pretty human around, The boy could probably tell you every detail of her face from how long he’d stared hoping she’d eventually look back at him. Though it never happens he still hopes.

Sometimes he finds himself thinking of what Jay said. “Only you can stop yourself from stepping into the light.” he repeats to himself as he watches the girl read next to her window, The soft taps of rain hitting the glass echoed over the soft sniffles coming from the girl.

“ If I give up my wings will you finally see me?” Ni-ki asks and of course, receives no answer. He sighs having an internal battle with himself.

“ I don’t wanna give up my wings if it means I can't have you.”

He thinks back to Jay's story about Heeseung, how his lover was taken away from him when he left. Was Ni-ki willing to risk it? Was he ready to risk losing something he didn’t even get the chance to have?

As he watched the girl climb into her bed and fall into a peaceful slumber looking effortlessly beautiful despite the dried tears on her cheeks, he realized he’d do anything to make sure he’d be there to wipe away her tears. Whether she loved him or not.

“ Jay! You idiot I told you not to tell them the story about heeseung!” Jake shouts shoving Jay's chest. Jay stumbled back confusedly shocked by Jake's aggressiveness.

“ What are you talking about? What’s going on?” Jay asks. “ The story about turning human to peruse love” Jake reminds. “ You told Ni-ki and jungwon about it right?” Jay nods

“ Well Jungwon found a letter from Ni-ki this morning and it says that he’s going to give up his wings for some girl from a museum,” Jake explains, all the color drains from Jay's face.

“ As long as the higher power doesn’t know why Ni-ki is giving them up he should be fine.” Jay states.

“ Yeah but what if they find out?”

“ Another cupid will be sent down to make her fall for someone else.”

“ and what about Ni-ki?”

“ he stays human but will not be able to have a lover unless a cupid uses their powers to form a connection”

“ Shit…”

as always likes and reblogs are appreciated but not required thank you for reading ily <33

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gffa · 7 months

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I finished Rise of the Red Blade this morning and I think I genuinely liked it, to the point that I started mentally composing essays about the main character's journey and the parallels she had with other Star Wars characters and how so much of this book supported everything I've been saying about the dark side and what it does to people, as well as unreliable narrators, and even things where I thought they might be swerving into unfair critical territory on the part of the narrative wound up ultimately being almost delivered to me on a silver platter for how I was fucking right. But I don't think I would recommend it and would even anti-rec it to fellow Jedi fans who have had their nerves scraped raw, unless you are into sharp-edged female characters as much as I am. This book is for all the fans who want a hot mess of a female character who is allowed to be cruel and mean and wrong and all up in her head and unreliable and have moments of absolute yearning that made my heart ache for her and moments of awesome and that she gets to fail and be consumed by the dark and her story is worth telling. If I can love Anakin Skywalker through his descent into the dark, I can love Iskat Akaris through her descent into the same place. This is a book about what it's like to choose the dark side, to believe she's right and that she's free and that she'll get everything she wants--except it's all just kind of nothing in the end. She believes so strongly that the Jedi wronged her, that they never cared about her, that their beliefs were empty, but she says this deep in the dark side and everything we can see outside of her perspective shows that they were trying to help her, she just isn't allowed to go around embracing anger and violence. And it's a book about how mental illness makes it hard to see things clearly. As someone who has struggled with it for my entire life, who only really began to make progress once I accepted that my brain lies to me when it tells me that my friends and family find me to be a burden and would hate me if they knew the real me--ohhhh, do I see a lot of myself in Iskat Akaris. And it's a book about how it doesn't half-ass that descent. She gets to be genuinely cruel. She gets to be genuinely whole-hearted about her beliefs in the dark side have set her free and is good. She gets to be genuinely a giant ball of uncontrolled emotional thorns that she uses to hurt herself as much as other people. This is a book that's not afraid of making its main character unlikeable and, through that, making her beloved to me. If you're not into a book with sharp edges and hissing lies about the Jedi, then skip this one, just don't even read this review, because it's not going to change your mind. But if you're like me and love drama and love when a narrative doesn't actually spell things out for you, but provides all the context you need if you actually watch what the Jedi say and do, not what Iskat says they say and do, it delivers a story that I think supports my view of the Jedi pretty well. This is a story about choosing the dark and all the darkness that comes with that. It's not nice, it's not gentle. I mean, it's still a Star Wars book, but if you like awful women getting to actually be awful in ways that you can sympathize with, the ways that male characters so often get to be, then I genuinely enjoyed this book for that.

#lumi.txt #star wars #novels #novels: rise of the red blade #<--blacklist that if you're not into this kind of book

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crystalyssa35 · 8 months

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A General Guide to Writing Well, Now, & Consistently

In all my years writing, I have struggled with keeping writing as a fun and healthy habit. It took me five years (and many instances of writer's block and giving up) to actually have a basic set of guidelines to keep my writing going...

And I would like to share these "rules" with you all today!

Now, a bit of a disclaimer: developing the quality of your writing skills comes with time, research, and thinking. It may sound frustrating to hear, and you may hear it often, but the only way to get better at writing is to write and read often. Many times, just by jotting a silly thought down or reading fanfiction, you can spawn ideas without realizing it.

Now, to the list of tips that (I hope) will help you on your writing endeavors!

If you are not having fun writing your story, your readers will not have fun reading it. It sounds silly, but it's true! If you're enjoying your writing, you're more likely to write more and input more ideas into it!

Even if you have people to check your works, reread them on your own anyway. This may be a little frustrating tip for some, but let me tell you: I used to HATE checking my own stuff. The worst way I learned that personally checking it is a necessity was when my aunt checked it and pointed out tens of mistakes within my grammar, storyline, and characters. Check yo work, it will save you a LOT of embarrassment in the future.

Write anything. Read everything. As ambiguous and obscure as it will sound, it makes sense with context. As I mentioned before, the only way to get better at writing is to write and read often. Write anything your mind desires, that's simple enough. But read EVERYTHING; not only books, blogs, and articles, but also games, texts with friends, billboards, pictures with text, and (sorry, students) even homework as well. You'll be surprised how much your vocabulary expands when you actually pay attention to anything that is written (for me, it was video games. Seven-year old me knew vocabulary that I was taught in seventh grade because of it). And on that note...

Research what you don't know. Please, this one is genuinely important (I'm biased because it's one of my pet peeves). This includes words you don't know the definition of, spelling, and even generic, real-life information you want to add into your stories (e.g. I actually spent four hours researching how gemstones are categorized for my sci-fi story: Eco-Adstrum). Unfortunately, sometimes researching and fact-checking your ideas before writing them down can prove to be unmotivating, especially when you're wrong. But, it's always good to stay optimistic and be creative enough to twist the actual fact to mold it to your stories. Unless you're writing non-fiction, then maybe don't do that last bit.

If you have no ideas, keep wiggling your pencil. To those that recognize that phrase, yes, it is not my own. This is a piece of writing from former Tumblr user "officialtheonite" (I was only able to find the post because it has been reblogged multiple times) and their fifth grade writing teacher. Essentially, even if you have no ideas, keep writing. Write ANYTHING, even if it doesn't make sense. You will always be able to double-check it later and you will save yourself a lot of wasted time sitting around trying to stir the soup in your brain.

Balance the usage of your names and pronouns. To this day, I still struggle with this. I tend to use an abundance of pronouns when I'm referring to a character, so much so that sometimes, it becomes unclear on if we are still talking about aforementioned character or if we're talking about a different character entirely. Use names when the focus or action of a character is on stage; use pronouns if we are still talking about said character (even if we are talking about the same character, make sure you at least reiterate their name when there's a new paragraph).

I'll be editing and reworking this list as time goes on. I hope these tips can be of use so some of you all. Feel free to ask me any questions if needed. Enjoy writing and keep at it! I believe in you all!

#writing #writers on tumblr #writing tips #writing thoughts #creative writing #personal experience #ask me questions #writing advice #writer things #writeblr #writerscommunity

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pacinglikeghosts · 3 months

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Happy belated Valentine’s Day, my loves! As Valentine’s Day is a fem holy holiday, I wanted to share the love. My take on one of my favorite rom-coms’ most iconic scenes, ronance-ified! I don’t have the energy to give you the song and dance of a moodboard, so imagine it’s pretty :) I’ll put one in when I’m up for it.

Frankly, Robin’s night couldn’t get worse. Not that it was bad to start—house parties are never her thing, especially ones that welcome the presence of Tommy H. and Steve Harrington—but babysitting Nancy Wheeler and being a couples counselor for her stupid younger brother made every part of the evening grow more and more insufferable.

And who knew that Nancy Wheeler, with her baby bird frail body, would be so damn heavy when drunk? Sure, alcohol added a bit of weight, but carrying Nancy’s concussed body away from the party was like carrying a ton of bricks.

“This is so patronizing,” Nancy insisted. “I’m fine.”

Robin rolled her eyes and adjusted her grip. “God, leave it to you to use SAT words when you’re drunk, Ms. Spelling Bee Champion, and clearly you’re not, since you whacked your head on an incredibly expensive chandelier and practically passed out in my arms—you’re welcome, by the way—only to nearly pass out again once we got outside.”

“I don’t think so,” Nancy sang, pushing Robin away from her and attempting to walk towards the car, only to stumble and fall onto the damp grass. “Fuck me,” she cursed, staring at the grass stains on her pastel pink pants.

“C’mon, up you go,” Robin encouraged, offering her hand to help Nancy up. “No use staying on the ground where you could also get hypothermia.”

Nancy, rather than get up, stared up at Robin, her big blue eyes narrowing ever so slightly. “Why are you doing this? I mean…helping me? Making sure I get home safe.”

“Like I said, you probably have a concussion. If not checked out I’m pretty sure it can have serious damage to the brain, not to mention the headaches, the nausea, the dizziness, and the light sensitivity…”

Nancy rolled her eyes. “Like you care what happens to me.”

“Of course I do, otherwise I’d have to find someone to go out with that actually cares about me, and god only knows no one’s banging down my door in order to spend more time with the school’s resident dyke,” Robin laughed, though there wasn’t an ounce of joy in her expression. She sighed, before joining Nancy on the cold grass. “So why do you let them get to you?”

Nancy leaned back, her elbows failing to brace her and instead landing flat on her back. “You mean Tommy and Carol?”

“And Steve, I guess.”

“I hate him. And them. I hate all of them.”

Robin coaxed Nancy up to a sitting position before crossing her legs and staring at the worn laces of her boots. “Well, coming here gave you the perfect chance to take part in your revenge by mainlining cheap vodka.”

Nancy’s face softened before she laughed, encouraging Robin to laugh alongside her. “Well, you know how it is…” she trailed off, closing her eyes.

“No, how is it?” Robin asked, looking over at Nancy. “Hey, Nancy, Nance, wake up…I told you not to go to sleep, your parents would have a warrant out for my arrest if they found out you died at a party because of me, c’mon..”

Nancy opened her eyes, exhaustion still lingering on her face. “Your eyes have a bit of gold in them,” she noted, before rolling over and vomiting.

Steve Harrington owed Robin more than just cash after this.

#oh FUCK yeah I had to do 10 things #this is like half a teaser half me wanting to write #but it does let you into the dynamics a little bit ;)#and it was so fun I wrote it in like 30 minutes #I wish I was back in the game #but alas. final semester slump #and yknow. the everything with st #stranger things #nancy wheeler #robin buckley #ronance #nancy x robin

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thedawningofthehour · 2 months

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I really hope you are doing well.

Maybe sealed is not the right word, more like bottled, I think Donnie could have awakened his mystical abilities if he really tried. I don't see ninpo as the source of his power if not as an enhancer, in the sense that turtles have their abilities and what ninpo does is enhance them, almost like super saiyan, but with extra benefits, like creating weapons. Donnie has his own powers, but I think it has been established that mystic is pretty much conected to the soul which still contains the connection to his family, which is what Draxum's spell is there to suppress, after the incident with the mercenaries I was under the impression that even if Donnie manages to tap into his mystic abilities these would end up damaging him like a pipe with too much pressure.

To be honest, before finishing book 2, you said book 3 would be the shortest, which led me and others to assume you meant it would be the shortest in the series, THEN you said it would be shorter than book 2, which didn't contradict our earlier idea, I'm trying to find the posts, but Tumblr post search will be danm. Not to mention that every time I mentioned it you said nothing!!! .... 30 chapters.... * Goes to cry in a corner *

I have a theory that a lot of people find that when a fic is going to be pretty angsty these wait until it's complete to read it, rip off the band-aid in one go and all that, at least that's what I usually do, and I would do it with this fic if it weren't for the fact that I wouldn't be able to log in to the blog afterwards to avoid spoilers!

And I like your posts.

I checked my bank balance and it turns out I have more money than I thought so the urge to die isn't quite so immediate.

The reason the power spike hurt him so badly was because he overextended himself. He had no framework to put his ability into, no sense of how much he could control or even the presence of mind to know he needed to. In canon he knew roughly what was happening and had his brothers around to help him regulate, plus he knew he had to go rescue his dads afterwards and would need his energy. Here, he had no thought other than 'keep these creeps away.' The possibility of what he was feeling welling up being his own mystic powers didn't occur to him because Gale was pretty certain he didn't have any powers. And, you know, he'd been tased and shit.

But it is true that his powers are stronger when he's with his family, and even though he sees Cass as such it really is not the same. Under normal circumstances Draxum's expertise would actually be very helpful in developing his powers-but Draxum joined them in canon, so they had access to his help there too.

All that said, Draxum isn't too terribly bothered by this. He wanted Donnie for his brain, not for Hamato family magic or any potential mystical ability. He started training Gale is the mystics because he was legitimately curious what he could do, (plus it's deffo not healthy to suppress your powers if you do have them-one of the reasons Bella lived with her uncle on and off throughout her childhood) but he really has no plans to utilize his abilities. Galois is more useful to him in the lab than on the battlefield, and any potential combat use would have to be pretty fucking spectacular to justify the risk of that brain being damaged. (plus, you know, that's his son now)

I'm going to be honest, I hate it when people do that. And I don't get it. I'm disappointed when I come onto a fic that's already been completed; half the fun of fandom is interacting with creators and other readers and going absolutely mental for weeks at a time. You're missing out on the experience when you just hop on at the end.

And it just feels very entitled to me? Like, fanworks are made to be interacted with. There are exceptions, of course, but in general the people who wait until a fic is finished aren't interacting with the story as it was meant to, if at all. Like, if I hadn't gotten any interaction with doth, I would have dropped it. It took quite a while for it to pick up any meaningful interaction at all, and honestly the only reason I stuck it out that long was because I had a bunch of the story already written. If I had been writing one or two chapters at a time back then, I would have gotten discouraged and quit. If everyone waited until the end to bother reading, then they wouldn't have any completed longfics to read. Fanfiction isn't paid, we have no incentive to keep going if we're just screaming into the void.

Sorry, that came out really angry. I'm not saying people have to interaction with every fanwork they come across; god knows I don't comment on everything I read. (I am trying to be better about this though) I just had a bad experience with people not reading the tags/author's notes on doth and thinking it was completed and then bitching at me for 'tricking' them into reading an unfinished fic. Honestly, it's kind of degrading to work on something for months, (a year and a half at this point) and then have people want to consume it all at once and then leave. Like bro. You're gonna get indigestion.

#doth asks

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hi pidge! i was wondering if you knew of any canon era fics where davey and jack grow apart/jack goes to santa fe/separate/whatever and reunite sometime in the future?

... you know i could've SWORN i did, but i actually don't? which is a shame because jack leaving for santa fe, regretting it, and coming home in shame but knowing exactly what he wants and davey staying in new york, desperately wanting to welcome jack back but refusing because he knows how much jack can hurt him and won't risk it again, all set against that backdrop of period typical homophobia and keeping up appearances is a really cool idea. maybe davey actually did resign himself to living purely for his family and is close to settling down with a nice girl in a cushy job he hates, but has convinced himself its worth it for the sake of not letting his heart get broken again. what was he thinking, right? and it'd be so interesting to see how jack goes about rebuilding his friendships not only with davey but with everyone else he left behind. because i can understand people like race and crutchie feeling abandoned, but itd also be a great way to explore how jack was forced to grow up before he should've and how stressed he was acting as the leader to 100 boys at the age of 17.

that being said i feel kind of bad leaving this with just saying 'sorry no, whoopsies!!' so i'll recommend the two (technically three) fics that immediately came to mind when i was wracking my brain for anything that kind of fit this description. behold:

favorite crime by @we-are-inevitable (side bar this took me too many attempts to find again because i kept spelling 'favorite' the british way) - jack and davey engaged in a secret relationship which jack ended out of fear that due to his success with his political cartoons, they'd be under more scrutiny and thus more likely to be found out, leaving davey behind. they do TECHNICALLY reunite in the future but the story isnt meant to have a happy ending; instead you get a really achingly poignant story about love, fear and the consequences of both. the prose is gorgeous and the characterization is (in my opinion) the most solid in the fandom. jack's absence from daveys life is like a scar across the fic and you really feel how it affects davey to have such a permanent pain everpresent in him - but also having the memory of it nonetheless. its probably not the comforting fluff you're looking for but it IS a beautiful fic and if you're in a good enough place to read it, i recommend it!!

keepsakes (and trinkets) by @livesincerely - this is modern era, but it fits the bill almost perfectly. jack and davey were together but jack got a job offer in santa fe, causing a misunderstanding of davey wanting to support jacks dream while wishing he'd stay and jack not wanting to pressure him into uprooting his life while wishing he'd come with him. after finding davey while back in new york for a visit, they finally confront each other and all those old feelings come back to the surface. it's one of my favourite fics; i'm a big sentimentalist and i love the idea of keeping an object tied to a person for so long that you eventually dont even realize how much of that person is still in your life, still clinging on to the edges, not quite letting go. i love the idea of not even realizing how much a person is still clinging to the edges of your life until that person is THERE and suddenly oh, its unavoidable. all those little keepsakes and the memories attached are still there. you can try to get rid of them, but at a certain point that person has touched so much of your life that you dont even notice it. its just everywhere. i love that shit. im obsessed with that shit. it's one of my favourite go-to comfort fics when i need a little mental treat.

if anyone has any fics that DO fit this request in its entirety please let me know, because i would like to read them!

#fic recs part three! yay :D #i was brave and actually tagged people this time instead of doing the old @/ trick be proud of me #fic recs #fic hoard #newsies #javid #javey #ask #anon

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dynamic-power · 7 months

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Text Dirty To Me

More Kinktober :)

You can read it here on ao3

This is for sexting/writing, which means I have my second bingo!

Rated E

Words: 2.4k

CW: sexting; semy-public sex; masturbation; dirty talk; come eating

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Detective Milkovich is sitting at his desk in his office when the first text from his husband comes in.

[5:22] Are you at your desk, baby?

The words are properly spelled out, he’s used punctuation, and he’s called Mickey baby. Mickey knows what’s next. Ian is going to use the last few minutes of Mickey’s workday to blow his phone up with texts so filthy that they’d make a seasoned porn star blush.

[5:23] ya

He only has to wait a half-second for his phone to buzz with the reply.

[5:23] Good boy

Mickey can hear Ian whispering those words into his ear, as though he has actually done something worthy of the praise. Mickey shivers, rubs his eyebrow with a thumb, and stares at his phone screen. The three dots indicating Ian is typing pop up. He glances up at his office door. It’s closed, like he knew it was, but he feels a little better nonetheless.

His phone buzzes in his hand and demands his attention again.

[5:24] Don’t leave your desk. Do NOT touch yourself.

Mickey has to bite his lip to keep himself from making a noise. Despite his brain understanding how much of a bad idea this is, his body is already reacting to what he knows is coming. His heart speeds up and he feels warmth pooling in his belly.

[5:25] why should i listen 2 u

[5:25] Because I’ll make it worth your time.

[5:26] i hav work 2 do

[5:26] Then ignore me.

[5:27] my phone will keep buzzin if u keep textin

It’s a piss poor excuse, and Mickey knows it. He can’t just let himself immediately give in, though.

His half-hard dick would disagree.

[5:29] You know how to get me to stop.

Of course Mickey knows. Ian is a horny bastard, but he isn’t cruel. All Mickey needs to do is type out one simple word, three letters. Everything stops as soon as one of them says “red”. If Mickey calls red, Ian will stop, maybe ask about ordering in for dinner, and Mickey can get back to the incredibly tedious paperwork he should probably finish before he leaves.

Fuck it, he decides.

[5:32] fuck u

[5:33] Oh, no, baby, I plan on fucking YOU.

His paperwork isn’t getting finished tonight, and that’s okay; he’s almost never on time with it, anyway. He doesn’t close the file sitting in front of him, but he does set his phone down on top of it. He leans back in his chair, shifting to make himself more comfortable, as he watches those three little dots appear and disappear repeatedly.

There’s a knock on his door, reminding him why this is a very bad idea. “Come in.”

Officer Barnes doesn’t come into his office, just cracks the door open and sticks her head in. “I got that report in to Fernandez,” she says, “in case you wanted to take a look at it. All the evidence has been logged, too.”

“Thanks, Barnes.” He doesn’t bother to look up at her.

Barnes takes it as the dismissal that it is and Mickey lets out a breath when he hears the door click shut again. His phone buzzes and he wants to curse at Ian for the way his dick twitches in his slacks at the sound.

[5:35] Do you want to know what I’m going to do to you when you get home?

He does. Jesus fucking Christ, he does. Clutching his phone in his left hand, he looks down and considers his chubbing cock. He really wants to reach down and grip himself.

But two things are stopping him. First, there are still officers in the bullpen. His boss is still here, too. So there is a chance that his office door will swing open again and someone will catch him being a fucking horny perv at his own desk. And second, Ian had explicitly told him not to.

He finds the second reason much more compelling than the first and kind of hates himself for it.

[5:35] tell me

[5:35] I will, baby.

[5:35] I’m going to shove you up against the door as soon as you’re home.

[5:36] Kiss you, hard and sloppy the way you like.

Mickey does like that. He likes tasting Ian’s spit in his own mouth and mapping out his teeth with his tongue. He feels his face heat as he imagines the way Ian’s teeth would feel biting into his bottom lip.

[5:37] I’ll make sure I’m naked by the time you get here, so the only clothes we have to worry about are yours.

With his job, he often wears suits, and Ian’s favorite part of this new wardrobe - in particular, the button-up shirts - is taking it off of Mickey. He loves to do it slowly, pausing between each button to thoroughly explore the skin that has been revealed. Mickey has quickly learned to love it, too; Ian’s hands and mouth are often soft as he moves down Mickey’s torso.

[5:38] That’s what got me so horny. Thinking of you in your suit and me completely naked and hard for you.

[5:38] Getting on my knees in front of you.

And fuck, that drives Mickey crazy, too. He can see it now, his gorgeous husband slowly sinking to his knees as he undoes Mickey’s shirt, ignoring his own aching cock in favor of getting to the skin beneath Mickey’s clothes.

Mickey can’t help but let out a groan. He shifts in his seat again, pushing his hips up and swallowing hard as the movement causes his erection to rub against the fabric of his boxers. He’s hard now, and his hands are itching to do something, so he types out a message before Ian can continue.

[5:39] suck me off

Ian stops typing for a moment. Only a moment, though.

[5:39] Whatever you want, baby.

[5:39] I’ll get your pants undone, pull them down, get out your dick.

[5:40] You’ll be hard already from thinking about me on your drive home. Fucking slut.

[5:40] fuck yes i am

He is fucking hard and he can no longer think straight enough to be ashamed about it. He moves again, seeking out that little bit of friction. It’s not enough, but it’s the best he can do while he still can’t touch himself.

[5:41] I’ll suck you down as deep as I can. Won’t go slow, I know how badly you’ll need to come.

[5:41] Think you can come more than once for me tonight?

Mickey knows he can. And more than that, he wants to. They don’t do it very often, but occasionally, Mickey enjoys the overstimulation that Ian can force into a second, or sometimes even a third, orgasm. There’s something about giving up that control to Ian that makes Mickey feral.

[5:42] fuck yes pls want that

[5:42] I want that too, baby. I’ll suck you off until you’re coming in my mouth. I know it won’t take long.

Mickey can imagine Ian looking up at him through teary eyes, spit and precum dripping down his chin and making a mess of him. He wants to hear Ian gag on his cock, wants to feel him moaning around the mouthful. He rubs his length against his boxers again; he knows he’s leaking and leaving a wet spot in the fabric.

[5:43] I love the way you taste. I’ll want to share.

[5:43] I’ll kiss you again, feed you some of your own cum.

{5:43] Watch as you swallow it.

“Jesus, Gallagher,” Mickey mutters as his dick throbs again. The arousal in his core gets stronger. He can’t remember the last time he was this hard while he was still clothed.

[5:44] I’ll take you to bed then. Spread you out on your back and shove your knees to your ears.

[5:44] Do you want me to go slow when I finger you open?

[5:45] fuck no just get in me already

[5:45] need u ian

Mickey doesn’t think there will ever be a moment in which he doesn’t need his husband, but that’s the sort of romantic shit that can wait.

[5:45] I’ve got you, baby.

It can wait because at the moment, Mickey is starting to consider the possibility that he may come in his fucking pants.

[5:45] I’ll do it as quick as I can. Might hurt a bit.

[5:46] u no i like the stretch

[5:47] I know. Which is why I know you’ll be begging me once I have the tip of my cock against your pretty pink hole.

[5:47] yeah pls

[5:48] I’ll push in, nice and slow. Fill you up the way you need.

[5:49] Make you feel so full and right that you’ll forget what it’s like to not have me buried in your perfect ass.

Mickey’s cock is begging to be touched as he starts a rhythmic push of his hips. The friction this provides is still not anywhere near enough, but Mickey is beginning to feel a little desperate. His asshole clenches as his body reminds him that he’s horny and empty. He makes a quick glance at the door. There would be nothing worse than someone walking in right now and seeing him behind his desk, humping the air and groaning like a bitch in heat.

There’s a part of him that finds the idea of that ridiculously hot, but Mickey doesn’t want to think about that too hard.

[5:49] Then I’m going to absolutely rail you. Fuck you so hard you can feel me in your throat.

[5:50] Remind you who you belong to. No one can fuck you like me.

[5:50] Your prostate is so fucking sensitive. I’ll make sure to nail it every time, stroke your cock to make you hard again.

[5:51] I know it’ll be uncomfortable, you just came, but I won’t stop. You’ll love it, won’t you? The pain in your ass and your cock.

[5:52] I’m going to fuck you like that until you’re on the edge again.

Mickey’s teeth are digging into his bottom lip as he tries his hardest not to whine. He knows Ian will make good on this; he is going to end the night on his back with his husband fucking him like their lives depend on it.

[5:53] make me come

[5:53] Not until you’re home, baby. Drive safe, I’ll see you soon. I love you.

Mickey stares down at the phone with disbelief. That can’t be it, he thinks. His breathing is coming in ragged pants as he waits for the three little dots to appear again.

They don’t.

Fuck him, Mickey thinks. He doesn’t deserve Mickey’s first orgasm tonight, not if he’s going to leave Mickey high and dry like that.

Glancing at the door one more time, Mickey sets his phone on his desk and reaches for his belt. He’s about to get it undone when he has an idea. One that might make up for the fact that he is definitely going to come before he gets home to Ian.

Instead of undoing his belt and pulling his cock out beneath his desk, he palms it over his pants. He thrusts up into his hand, groaning in relief as his desperate humping finally starts to feel good. He knows it won’t take long; he’s too worked up, too close to the edge from just a few dirty texts. He works his palm over his erection, finding the perfect angle, fucking up as he presses down.

The pleasure finally crests and he comes with a moan, toes curling in his shoes and head tipping back against his chair. It feels a little gross, shooting off in his boxers. He can feel his cum soaking the fabric, leaving behind a wet spot that will make it obvious to Ian what Mickey had just done in his fucking office, beneath his fucking desk.

Once his breathing calms down and Mickey is sure that his dark slacks properly hide any evidence of his wrong-doings, he makes a quick escape from the precinct. He’s never appreciated the short drive more; his cum is beginning to cool in his pants.

When he gets home, Ian is waiting by the door, naked and hard, just like he said he’d be. Ian shoves him against the door the moment it’s shut behind him. Instead of letting Ian kiss him, Mickey winds his fingers into Ian’s curls and pulls down until Ian gets the message and sinks to his knees.

“You aren’t hard,” Ian notes. His hand comes up and cups Mickey’s cock and he pauses. Mickey is sure that the crotch of his pants is still a little damp and that Ian can feel it. Their eyes meet for a moment as Ian grins up at him like a kid who’s just learned Christmas is coming early. “Jesus, Mick.”

Mickey helps him with his belt and fly, letting his head thump back against the door when Ian finally drags his slacks down. Ian groans and shoves his face into Mickey’s groin, pawing at his waistband and sucking what cum he can from the fabric of Mickey’s boxers.

“You didn’t listen,” Ian growls at him, but he doesn’t actually sound mad.

“I brought you a gift to apologize.”

Ian groans again. He pulls Mickey’s soft cock out and begins to lick it clean. Mickey’s sensitive still and his hips buck away from the sensation. He can’t go far, though, with his ass still pressed against the door.

When Ian apparently decides he’s tortured Mickey enough for the moment, he rises gracefully to his feet. “There wasn’t enough to share,” he says, leaning in to give Mickey a filthy kiss that definitely tastes like his own cum. “I’ll just have to share the next one with you.” Ian turns and saunters towards their bedroom, leaving Mickey to struggle with his pants on his own before he can follow his husband.

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Thanks as always to @gallavichthings!

#gallavich #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #kinktober 2023 #bingo!#dyno writes

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forever-rogue · 2 years

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Your fics make my day, thank you 🥲 can I ask a request?

stuck in the small space with Din 👀 very small space

Orrrr shaving kink w/ Xavi 🥵

AN | I went with Din because…the tension. Just imagine it 🥰

Warnings | Language, Mild spice

Pairing | Din x Fem!Reader

Word Count | 1.1k

Masterlist | Din, Main

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Being stuck in hyperspace on a days long journey was bad enough. Being stuck in a small cabin with the large and brooding beskar-clad Mandalorian was even worse. The air in the small, warm space was so thick and heavy you could feel it all around you, almost suffocating. This was just fantastic. Maybe you’d get lucky and you’d either get there early, fall asleep until you were at your destination, or you’d somehow become rendered unconscious.

It wasn’t that the Mandalorian - Din as you recently learned - was horrible. He was tolerable; an impenetrable wall of armor both literal and metaphorical that was silent more than anything. You didn’t hate him and he didn’t hate you. You worked together - very well together actually - but that was the extent of your relationship. If you let it go any further, you were afraid you’d never stop and you’d become addicted to him. You already half were but you’d never admit that. Having crushes was for children or fools that didn’t know any better. Definitely not for you. You didn’t have a crush on Din Djarin. That would just be absurd.

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“What?” his voice cut through the tension and caused you to whip your head in his direction. It had been silent for most of the day besides the exchanging of a few words in the morning. Your eyes narrowed as you shot him a glare, but opted to remain silent. He sighed, that heavy trademark sigh you’d come to know as distinctly him, “nothing to say?”

“I’m tired, bored, and want to stretch my legs. And I’m stuck here alone with you,” you flailed your hands around as if that was going to prove your point, “not sure what you’d want me to say considering there is nothing to say.”

“Hmm,” he mused quietly, so much so that you really wanted to smack him and wipe the smile that you just knew was on his face off. Maybe if you hit his helmet hard it would rattle his brain just enough…nah. The momentary satisfaction wasn’t worth the fight. You rolled your eyes dramatically before leaning back against the cool metal of the wall from where you were currently sitting on the floor.

“Hmm,” you mocked lightly, half hoping he didn’t hear you, “you want to talk and that’s all you’ve got to say.”

“Do you ever get tired of running your mouth?” he cocked his head to the side as you stared right back into the black T of his visor, “you could put it to better use you know.”

“Oh really?” you stood up and walked over to him, plopping down in the seat next to his, leaving little distance between your bodies. Every part of you was practically humming with nervous anticipation. Something has shifted and you were hyper aware of every little thing that was happening. You leaned back and tried to look as calm and collected as possible, “and just how do you propose I do that, Din?”

“I think you know how,” he leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees as he studied you intently. You were positive he could hear the way your heartbeat was picking up as you tried to keep your composure, “or do you need me to spell it out, mesh’la?”

He’d called you that before, but you never really gave it much thought. You knew it was Mando’a, but for all you knew it could have been him calling you a fool. But something about the way he was watching you suggested it was very much the opposite.

Swallowing the lump that had welled up in your throat, you shrugged before turning your attention to the stars outside. Din wasn’t having it, reaching forward and gripping your chin in his hand, turning your attention back to him. You made a small sound that you were positive he heard judging from his small laugh.

“What’re you doing-”

“Eyes on me,” the deep bass of his voice went straight between your legs as you felt your brain start to go haywire, “tell me what you want. Then I’ll tell you what I want.”

“You,” it slipped out of your mouth before you could process what was going on. Speaking with your cunt instead of your brain. Oh well. At least it was out in the open now and there could be no more hiding.

He recoiled his hand from your face before leaning back in his seat, spreading his long, well muscled legs. When he remained silent for a few moments, you panicked, sure you had overstepped any remaining boundaries you had left. You were scrambling for excuses to cover up what you had said when he interrupted you, “good. We’re on the same page then.”

“Din - I, ugh…what?” your eyes widened in surprise as your mouth opened to form a small o, “did…what do you mean?”

“I want you too,” he said as though it was the most casual and obvious thing ever. Then again…wait. Had it been that obvious? Were just blind…or worse - were you one of those fools with a crush? He chuckled when you remained silent in awe, “you didn’t know?”

“Of course I didn’t know…” you huffed before looking away as your entire body flushed with warmth, “oh. Well.”

“You want to put that mouth to better use?”

“Y-yes…?” your voice was small and timid and you hated yourself for it. Hated how effortlessly he had this effect on you.

“Get on your knees,” he motioned to the space between his legs as you suddenly realized what he was trying to convey. Oh. Oh. You were more than ready to comply and give yourself over to him, “and suck my cock.”

“Din…” you hesitated for a moment, making sure you heard him correctly. But when he watched for a moment before holding out his hand to you, you realized he had said that.

“Do you want this?” he paused for a moment before you nodded eagerly, “only if you do.”

“I do. I really do.”

“I’ll make it worth your while,” he promised, a wicked little lilt to his voice, “now - on your knees.”

#din djarin #din djarin x you #din djarin x reader #din djarin x fem!reader #pedro pascal #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x you

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justaz · 2 years

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something i always thought about when it came to amnesia is how different people would act. like the whole nature vs nurture thing, your experiences in life shape how you act, think, and behave. if you’re uplifted throughout your life, more often than not you’re going to be a pretty confident person. if you’re put down and belittled throughout your life, you’re not gonna have the best self image or self esteem. in a lot of writings, when a character has amnesia, they seem to behave the same as before they lose their memories, while they’ve lost their memories, and after they gain them back. it’s always been something in the back of my mind but nothing that like totally bothered me.

something i think is cool though is that even though it’s not explicit i think i can see evidence of this in percy jackson. i cant make a case for jason as we never knew him before he lost his memories, but we were literally inside percy’s head for five books (and some side stories).

again under the cut bc it’s a long one teehee

first things first though lemme just say: percy is not dumb! he’s actually really smart and is emotionally intelligent and observant. we’ve seen this throughout literally the entire series, not just a specific book or a singular series. i’m talking about every instance he appears in the riordanverse.

lemme also say that percy was abused. this isn’t a headcanon or whatever, it’s literally canon. there’s and instance of it happened in the third chapter of the lightning thief when percy goes home after ditching grover and interrupts gabe’s poker game and as he stomps into his room gabe brings up his report card and calls him “brain boy” which insinuates that gabe constantly belittles percy’s intelligence (as he also calls him that when percy and sally are leaving for montauk) and it’s safe to assume that he didn’t just stop there (“guy secret” (physical abuse) and “he’d find a way to blame me” (gabe went out of his way to cause conflict with percy)).

so percy grew up in a home where he was consistently put down and went to schools where he was bullied no matter what (“sarcastic teachers - every jerk who’d called me stupid in school or laughed at me when I’d gotten expelled.”). being put down in this way your entire life would not lead to high self esteem and confidence. so while percy was emotionally intelligent and observant enough to pick up on luke’s bitterness to the gods, annabeths crush on luke, grover being thalias protector, chiron telling that half truth about the oracle in the attic, medusa hating annabeth by tensing up for a split second, etc., etc., he did not have the self esteem to pick up on annabeth, rachel, calypso, and nico being into him unless they spelled it out for him.

even then, when calypso told him that she had feelings for him he couldn’t understand bc “i’m just me” and it took rachel asking him what it would take for him to kiss her and annabeth literally kissed him under mt st. helens and it took another year for them to get together (i think there’s another reason there but that’s for another day), and nico had to tell him straight up that he had a crush on him for percy to realize (which tbf,, nico was so angry towards him that i don’t blame percy for not picking up on it).

the point is, percy is extremely emotionally intelligent and observant as long as he’s not part of the equation. when you bring him into it and consider other peoples feelings towards him, his own insecurities get in the way of him picking up on extremely obvious signs (calypsos treatment of him, actually just the entire battle of the labyrinth book).

(i would also add that he down plays his powers/strength a lot because of these insecurities but that doesn’t pan out with what i’m talking about bc when his memories were stolen, he didn’t know the true extent of his powers so he didn’t change much in that department as he still underestimated his own strength as with the water canons during war games.)

anyways, after he arrives at new rome and is y’know an amnesiac, he seems a little off from how he was in pjo (which i think would’ve been really interesting to see if he went by perseus instead of percy but that’s a whole other thing) and i think it’s bc of the amnesia. since his memories were gone, he didn’t remember gabe or his school bullies or sarcastic teachers so his self image kinda boosted a bit and he owned his intelligence and looks and what he had with him bc it was all he had.

he noticed that reyna had recognized him and wanted to kill him (or was angry, i can’t remember exactly) when he first arrived at camp and he also noticed she was the leader quickly and knew that he shouldn’t question her in front of the other campers and remained silent. he picked up on octavian blackmailing hazel, hazel and franks romantic tension, the fact that nico recognized him, etc., etc. further more, he owned his intelligence and didn’t shy away from it. he noticed that while octavian was saying one thing, he was simultaneously saying something else, he picked up on the manipulation (? is that the right word? idk, silver tongued-ness of octavian). he knew that octavian would be a powerful political enemy and since a lot of decisions in new rome are made in a political way (? does that make sense?) that octavian would be a powerful enemy in general.

in his meeting with reyna afterwords, he had apparently counted the lines on her arm and picked up on the fact that they stood for the years that she was part of the legion and the ring and the spa, blah, blah, blah, basically just reread their whole meeting in son of neptune. reyna even says that he’s smarter than he appears (which, yeah, might be a dig at him, is also a compliment bc she did just call him smart so-). he also almost immediately picked up on the fact that reyna was insinuating that they could be…something and he could choose what that something was. without the memories of his past and the subsequent self esteem issues, he immediately picked up on the signals reyna was sending him. so now that he doesn’t have his memories, when he’s part of the equation he can still reach the right answer without his insecurities clouding his judgement.

then when he got his memories back and we moved onto moa, we kinda got pjo percy back. the scene that sticks out to me the most is percy and annabeths date in rome. annabeth tells percy that she knows him and percy wants to respond with “and you like me anyways?” but doesn’t, showing that with his memories coming back, so did his insecurities and shitty self esteem.

so while it’s not explicit and attention isn’t called to it, it’s nice to find proof (i guess) in pjo/hoo that the amnesia actually affected the character is a realistic way (i guess).

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So yeah, here we go again! I just watched 3rd n 4th eps of hazbin hotel so, again, my thoghts abt it. Idk if i really need to put spoilers warning anymore, but ig ill do it just in case. As with previous post there will be some screenshots.

HAZBIN HOTEL EP 3-4 SPOILERS WARNING!

So tbh i dont have much to say about 3rd ep. Overall it was a really cute ep where everyone kinda got along. Also we met alot of new overlords (that one giant wolf girl was cool as hell) n got a few bop songs. I really like all new voices we got here. Also Velvette was killin in this ep, like slay queen!! Also i didnt know this girl (idk her name srry) was Carmillas (idk if spelled the name correctly--) daughter, that really suprised me.

Ok 4th ep... I have alot to say about it. First of all when that Angels moive started i was like: WTH S GOIN ON WHAT????? Then i thoght that its Angels dream (or nightmare-) n that wolf guy was representation of Valentino. N then when its all started i was like: Oh. I get it.

Speaking about Val, when all that fire started n he opened his wings, that was FUCKING BEAUTIFUL N I REALLY DIDNT EXPECT HIM TO HAVE ACTUAL WINGS, I WAS LIKE: :O I FOR REAL ALWAYS THOUGHT THAT WAS JUST A FUR COAT--- ok n thats literally the only good i can say about Val by now.

That one awful scene with Val n Angel was literally so scary... Ive never been in SA, ive never had such "experience" (and thank GOD for that), but i know that feeling of fear when you just in trap and you cant do anything, i know how that feels to be abused, when you just hiding in corner feeling so fucking scared that you gonna get beated up n yelled again, you KNOW that will happen and you just wait for it in terrify, you literally feel yourself like a little child who cant do anything, you want to share your problems to someone, just wanna cry to someone, but you cant and you need to pretend that everything is okay. I was so scared for Angel in that scene and i really felt it. And the way Angel tried to make Charlie leave before that all happened.. Yes, he definetly knew whats gonna happen n thats so scary...

Anyway OMG VOX HIIII!!!!!! :DDDD

BTW THE FACT THAT HES HOLDING VALS HAND LIKE HE WAS ABOUT TO KISS IT----- THIS SHIP IS TAKING OVER MY BRAIN PLS SEND HELP

Yeah, yknow what really strange thing about all that? Is the fact that Val s obviously a horrible person consindering all the things he done to Angel, but he is still an ENJOYABLE CHARACTER. Like- ofc that awful abusive scene was not enjoyable at all, but for some reason i just cant hate him!! I TRY BUT I JUST CANT N THATS SO WEIRD. probably its because i know its not a real person, its just a character but still-

Also (someone pls count how many times i used this word-) i really didnt expect to see an ACTUAL SEX SCENES IN THE SONG. Ig i shouldve expect it n i kinda did, but i still didnt-

Also this little scene made me fucking cry, for real. But not the fact that Angel crying made me cry, but his line: "If i end up broken, I wont be his favourite toy anymore. And maybe he'll let me go.."

I dont know why this exact line made me cry, but it did and i think this is awesome, because they really made me care for Angel, even tho, again, ive never experienced such feelings so i cant relate to that, but i still feel so bad for him.

Ok can we talk about that Husk was AN OVERLORD??? I WAS LIKE: WHAAAAATT????

And OF COURSE that one Husk n Angels song. You already know how i feel about it so im not even gonna talk bout it! SIKE‼️I WILL!!!!! THIS SONG IS SO FRICKIN CUTE, THE FACT THAT HUSK STARTED TO JOKINGLY (or maybe not jokingly-) SAYING THAT ANGEL IS A LOSER TO BRIGHT HIM UP IS ACTUALLY SO SMART! THEYRE BOTH SO CUTE TOGETHER SINGING AND HOLDING HANDS FOR A LITTLE TOO MUCH!!! AND THIS SONG IS MUSICALLY ALSO SO AMAZING, ITS LITERALLY MY STYLE OF SONGS, MAYBE MY NEW FAV SONG I CANT REALLY TELL RN! And the meaning of this song is really good too. Whatever is happening to you, unless youre not alone, everything is better!

Andddd everything is ended quite good and wholesome! They came to the hotel, Charlie apoligized and everything is good!!

soooo yeah! Thats it i guess! Im pretty sure im gonna edit it if i remember something else i wanted to say, but thats it by now!

My review/thoughts on eps 1-2

My review/thoughts on eps 5-6

My review/thoughts on eps 7-8

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel spoilers #hazbin angel dust #hazbin husk #hazbin charlie #hazbin alastor #Spoilers warning #my post #tw sex abuse

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My final thoughts on Penacony Part 1:

I think they did really well conveying the resort aspect of it at the very beginning, it literally reminded me of the terrible tourist culture where I live. I think I would’ve appreciated more love given to the lobby instead of… a really long hallway…

In the Golden Hour, I like how gilded age it looks! Morally dubious stuff everywhere: Dreamphones, billboards that chase you, SoulGlad at every corner, everything. Really sells how consumerist Penacony is, how corrupt.

But I also wish the billboards didn’t chase you every time you walked by. It raises my anxiety by 21%.

The notes I’m finding around the map are super disturbing, and this kind of worldbuilding really suits Penacony. Everything is so bright and perfect that you pay no mind to the danger in plain sight.

The enemies are really well done, it’s all so toy-like, so theoretically non threatening. And the battle theme fucking SLAPS, I love it. The TV enemy scares me shitless though. Too human-like in an uncanny valley way, but really too monkey-like. Don’t ask me. I don’t know. My primitive brain keeps screaming “MONKEY! RUN! DANGER!”

They did a really good job with not making any one person seem entirely on our side, everyone seems to have their own motivations without them being overwritten by someone they just met. They have some secrets and I like that. I also like that they interact with each other. Makes it feel so much more real and like things are happening outside of the protagonist, and we’re a faction of our own. Not some impossibly perfect neutral entity that NEVER has allegiances no siree (Cough cough Genshin Impact)

I like how things are mostly left to the player to think about. There’s no “I knew you weren’t Robin because your singing voice was weird!” to spell out earlier foreshadowing. God I hate when stories spell out foreshadowing. No one is telling me to be weirded out by things aside from the game’s INSISTENCE that Sampo is EVIL and NOT TO BE TRUSTED.

Some things I don’t like?

Black Swan.

I really dislike how she’s written overall. She just shows up and starts dommy-mommying the story and has a little “betrayal” moment that happens too fast for any importance to be attached. She’s like. Budget Kafka. I’m annoyed by how often she talks down to the player without ever actually feeling like a person who’d do that, like Sparkle or Aventurine, so it just sounds… Forced. Out of place. Obligatory. Her entire character is being a sexy plot device. Maybe she’ll get a personality, but as it stands, she doesn’t have one. Fight me.

This mission also has a problem with assuming you care deeply about characters you’ve strolled around with for 30 minutes. Now I’m not saying it’s bad to treat the characters like they have emotional weight regardless, that’s a good thing, but when your big plot beats rely on that weight to throw punches, it falls flat.

You run around with Firefly for a little bit. Cute. But very surface level.

You have a beautiful moment with her talking about her chronic illness. That’s great, if you saw my previous posts you know I got very introspective over it.

You go into the dream world and ALMOST die.

You go into the dream world again two minutes later and she ACTUALLY dies, and you immediately move onto the plot and another death that fully overshadows any plot or emotional significance of Firefly.

But NO my friends, she isn’t ACTUALLY dead, she’s something something Sam?

It just feels cheap. If they’re using Black Swan as the catch-all mysterious plot device, they’re using Firefly like tears in a can. Legitimately what would change if Firefly just… didn’t die there? If we just saw Sam and the shadows of Firefly, but couldn’t find her after? Is the point to make it seem like she isn’t Sam? Cause that’s a super cheap and unnecessary trick.

Back to the ending though. I really like the reveal of Robin’s death, it feels super weighty for the plot and the setup and payoff of Sparkle is excellent. I have no idea what’s going on with Misha. Probably some kind of descendant of the Watchmaker, maybe he’s split in two. One in the real world one in the dream. Misha and Mikhail perhaps?

Overall, really interested in this story. Good job Hoyoverse.

#penacony’s worst hero #honkai star rail #hsr penacony

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Ello! :D your post intrigued me and I’ve had this hc rattling around in my brain since Witchcraft smp started and I’ve wanted to share but I’ve never had the opportunity.

Ok here it goes. When Scott did the magic thing to try to bring the person he want to back back from the dead it summoned Lady Death (which is Mumza cause she is literally death and I hold her in a vice grip). This ruffles her feathers quite a lot and she starts going oof at him, saying how foolish he is for trying to bring someone back from the dead and such. He then explains to her is his reason to why he did it and beg her to bring his love back. Though it is still a foolish endeavor, her heart is softened by his pleas due to her understanding his pain but can’t just bring people back to life; however she does give him the ability to perform the magic needed to back his love back from the dead. In exchange however, Scott has to give a piece of his soul to her and when he dies his soul is forfeit. He accepts and after a very painful handshake she give him the power of necromancy. This left him with stark white hair also she straight up took a piece of his soul and dipped. He later dyed it black cause it gave him a bad feeling but when he does really powerful magic it will turn a lock of his hair white. I have a n e e d to give every single one of my Scott designs a lock of white. Idk why I just think it looks cool :3

Sorry for the block of text, I am quite excited

Scott wasn’t sure how he’d messed up the spell. It was supposed to bring him back—not whoever this woman with the black hair and the fancy hat and the long dress was. He kind of wished he could send her back now—she’d started ranting at him the instant she appeared, and she hadn’t stopped since.

It wasn’t like it was anything new. It was the same thing he’d heard from the townsfolk in his old village, and the same thing he’d heard from everyone else who knew what he was trying to do. “You can’t bring some one back from the dead, Scott! That’s wrong! You’re upsetting the balance, Scott! You’re so selfish, Scott, dragging them back! That’s weird. You’re creepy. Everyone else who did that suffered worse. What, do you think you’re better than them, Scott?”

And you know what? Scott didn’t care. He didn’t care anymore! None of it mattered!

He just wanted him back.

At least he’d done something right to summon this… woman? She had wings, actually, now that he noticed. Perhaps she was an avian?

Oh well. He flipped through his book, trying to find out how to send her away. Her stature left him feeling dwarfed, and he hated feeling small. He also hated being scolded like he was a child.

If only his stupid book would tell him how to get rid of her!

“You’re not listening to a word I’m saying, are you?” The woman’s voice was clipped, clearly annoyed. Scott glanced up at her once before turning back to his book. He needed to send her away now—

“I said—“ a cold presence strayed his throat, stealing his breath. His eyes darted to the woman—she was clearly more than an avian, more powerful than him even. He—he wasn’t sure if he could send her away. “Are you listening?”

“I am now.” Scott snapped, though it sounded more whiny than he’d meant it to, as if he were a little child being scolded by his mother again.

“What are you doing? You’ve got a circle and everything, do you know how dangerous those are? You could bring back something a whole lot worse than me—” She ranted, waving her arms as if to illustrate her point.

“I’m trying to bring someone back, obviously.” Scott answered her, annoyed. Clearly she already knew what he was doing, so why waste her words? He didn’t regret it. Not at all. Not when it could bring him back.

“You shouldn’t. Life and death is something to be taken very seriously, not with this callous sort of carelessness you’re giving it. Those who die do so in their time, and those who live do so in their time.” She sighed, her eyes piercing into his soul. “People can be brought back,” She admitted guardedly. “At great cost—with the disruption of the balance. It’s not smart, though—you’re still young, you still have life left. When you die, you’ll be reunited. But isn’t it worth it to live, even without him? To have your time above the surface?” She beseeched him.

“I know that. I know—I do! I’ve heard it all before. But I can’t—I have to bring him back! I have to. I can’t… I can’t live without him.” Scott’s calm voice was quickly falling apart, his vulnerabilities laid more plain than he’d ever cared to have them be before—more than he’d ever even let him see.

“If you know, then why are you asking?” Her face looked hard as stone before she sighed, and the sharp lines of her face softening. “No, I know why. I can’t, though. Well, I could—but I won’t. There is more at work than you understand, little mortal.” Her tone was soft, but the hard truth in it hurt. He couldn’t give him up. Not yet! He’d barely even tried yet!

“Please. You’re clearly affiliated with death—couldn’t you help me?” He pleaded, all his dignity left to rot in the wake of this one chance, this one person who could bring him back when Scott couldn’t.

“I’d love to help you—I would—it’s not like I’ve never done it before—but that’s not how life is supposed to work. It throws off the balance, and doing it once was quite enough. I can’t risk any more.”

His eyes are wide and pleading, the absence of anything but desperation—a human brought to their last reserves, and, if she was reading his trembling correctly, to his knees also. Pity bloomed in her heart for the small, sniveling creature before her. She’d always been too soft on the mortals.

“…I suppose I could do something. But—no—don’t look at me like that. I can’t do it. That would destroy the balance. But… you could. For a price.”

She tilted her head, eyes scanning the human. This wasn’t smart—giving power over death to a mortal? It was unheard of, and decidedly stupid.

But it could work.

And wasn’t she willing? He’d keep trying even if she said no, anyway, and it’s not like she could (or would) take him before his time.

“I don’t give power freely, and I give favours even less so. Had you not managed to summon me, I never would have done this. Nevertheless—I can give you the power to bring things back from the dead, and to kill them again. It will take practice. Control. Effort. It will take more from you than it gives, and every spell will come at a price. But, one day—one day it can bring him back. If it does depends on you, and how far you’re willing to go. Would you risk that—for him? Would you accept that?” She extended the offer cautiously, eyes searching his expression for any sort of greed. She found none.

The human straightened. He still looked shaky—still looked afraid—still looked hopeless. But he was trying, bless his little heart, to look brave. His expression was determined, resolute; his mind already made up. “Yes,” He agreed, his voice clearly shivering but strong enough to be sure.

“Good, because there’s more. I don’t only have to worry about the balance—the other gods would have a fit if they found out, and I can’t have that, not after… Well, you don’t need to know. I have to make this look like I need you—and for that, I need your soul.”

“You need… my soul.” The mortal spoke slowly, as if he couldn’t quite comprehend the words.

“Yes. Just a piece—though it’ll all be mine when you die—relax, I’m not a bad goddess. You’ll be fine. You don’t have to take the deal, though—only if you want the power. Only if you want him back that much.” He seemed to take her words as a challenge, as if she were accusing him of not caring enough. Whatever reservation he had left vanished, and his face set into hard lines.

“Yes. Yes, whatever it takes. Whatever it takes.” His voice was made of the same steel, his decision set. He would not be changing his mind anytime soon. And if he did—when he did—it would be too late.

“Then take my hand.” She stretched it out almost nonchalantly, her fingers hanging daintily in the air, dangling as if moved by an invisible wind. After all—some of the most dangerous things could be the most beautiful, the most inviting.

The mortal reached his hand out, and took it—a mistake, but one she could forgive. Wouldn’t she have done the same thing?

She saw the moment it hit him, the dark power racing up his hand, into his bloodstream, towards his head. Always towards the head, and then the heart. It was a gift, not a curse, though you might call it one. Curses went for the heart first.

She watched him fall, the power all too much for his small, sensitive little body, and unable to cope with that little something extra—his debt.

That little piece of soul.

She was sure, as she watched him shiver and convulse, that she’d take good care of it. He wouldn’t have to worry about that.

Scott heaved himself up off the floor, clutching his hand to his chest. Not that it mattered—the pain was in his whole body, equally miserable everywhere. He staggered around the room before his fingers hit the wall, which he gratefully leaned on for balance.

He glanced around, perplexed to see that the Death Goddess was no longer here. Though, he couldn’t be too surprised—deities go as they please, and she’d already gotten what she wanted.

But he had also gotten what he wanted. Or, almost. He had to learn how to, but… he could bring him back. He could! He just had to…

He stormed out of the room in a fury, ignoring the raging pain that caused. He had to get started, had to start studying—he wanted him back as soon as possible. He’d figure out how to do it, and nothing, nothing would stop him.

He nearly walked right past the mirror before he noticed it. Just a flash in his peripheral vision—something white?

He turned, looking at the mirror with a perplexed expression. His reflection looked back at him with the same expression, the same pale-set face and long robes, the same green eyes and… black…

Why was part of his hair white?

He hurried to the mirror, his hand already reaching up and tugging at it. Why was his hair white? His hair was black, and he was still young. None of it should be white!

Had he spilled something on it? Maybe cast a wrong spell? Perhaps—

A wrong spell.

Scott gasped a little, his hand falling to his mouth.

She’d done this. She’d left him a little mark, just enough to remind him of this deal and what he’d agreed to.

Just enough to haunt him.

He stood there staring for a long time until he moved.

He didn’t have time for this. He finally had the power to bring him back and he wasn’t going to waste it on something this silly.

He shot his reflection a dark look as he walked away. He’d just have to dye his hair back later.

The color didn’t match at all.

And if he was honest… it unnerved him. He hated owing people things; it made him feel vulnerable.

And he owed Death herself his soul.

Perhaps he hadn’t thought this through.

No matter—it would all be worth it when Scott got him back.

#wcsmp #scott smajor #wcsmp scott #i am so sorry this is so late #but it's done!!!#now all the other requests!

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SteveTony Weekly - March 26th

Hello and welcome to this week’s reads. I was on a bit of a superfamily kick this week, so there’s a fair bit of kids in the mix. Enjoy and be sure to give your fic authors a kudos/comment!

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A Partial Dictionary Of The 21st Century By Captain Steve Rogers, US Army by copperbadge

Steve is adapting well to the new millennium, and he has the dictionary to prove it.

***we survived the great war by meidui

When the dust settles and the blood dries, they reach for each other.

***Unbearably Adorable by iam93percentstardust

Steve's boyfriend gets stuck in his animal form by one of Loki's spells. Somehow, this is not the hardest part of Steve's day (that would be the Avengers' Instagram account).

***I Watch Your Fingers Working Overtime by royal_chandler

“Who knew that a heatwave could make Steve Rogers so petulant?” There’s a brightness to Tony’s eyes, like his brain is whirring behind them and hurriedly filing away this brand new piece of information.

Stuck in Chicago during a heatwave, Steve and Tony find a way to cool off.

winged by meidui

Steve temporarily grows a pair of wings on the sides of his head. Tony uses this to his advantage.

I don't care (go on and tear me apart) by AvengersNewB for Kiyaar

Tony finds himself tied up in an unknown place. Steve is there but not to help Tony; he has a whole other agenda.

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“No Tony, that’s not how it works. I don’t wanna ask you. I wanna make you. I wanna hurt you, fuck you, and then hurt you some more, and I don’t need your permission for it.”

Tony holds Steve’s gaze breathing hard, terrified that he can’t find the earnest, sweet stars that always shine in Steve’s eyes.

“That is what I want. The fact that you’re so fucking into it is a bonus.” He reaches down to palms his own cock from over the fabric. “You’re so good for me, Tony, even when you don’t want to be.”

Christmas, My Child, Is Love In Action by royal_chandler

It doesn't take too long for Peter to make a decision. After his dad leaves to go finish his last minute gift-wrapping, Peter heads to the living room. It's dim, shadowed by the twinkling holiday lights. His pop is staring into the Christmas tree, startles when Peter says by way of greeting, "According to Google, you’re nesting."

More Than the Average Good by royal_chandler for

Tony hadn't taken flight in nearly five months before Steve Rogers—plunged into the Potomac—finally gave him a reason to.

I'm Here, Sweetheart by DaftPunk_DeLorean

When Tony gets grievously injured at a press conference, Steve just about loses his mind with worry. And not only because they are best friends, or teammates, or colleagues. No one could blame Steve for his reaction, knowing that he and Tony were married. The problem was, no one knew.

Caffeine, Otherwise Known as the Key to Tony Stark's Heart by sol-nox (parasoling)

A new coffee shop opens across the street from Stark Tower. Steve is the hot, sweet and predictably clueless owner. Tony tries to do what he does best.

Steve Rogers' Life Is Not A Romance Movie (He Wouldn't Get The References, Anyway) by someonelsesheart

Steve hasn't always had this ridiculous crush on Tony Stark.

(Or, the one where Steve is his polite old self and doesn't really hate Tony Stark (unfortunately), Tony is a child progidy and apparently a cab driver now, too, and high school is still high school, even when you are the son of a billionaire.)

Looking After America by copperbadge

Steve tries to shake off a bullet, but Tony takes charge.

finding steve rogers by jacobby

Steve sighs. “Sorry. I wasn’t a very good tour guide. Ma always told me about the town, but she never got into specifics.”

Tony takes Steve’s hand in his and places it close to his lips. “It’s your first time here too. We understand.”

AKA

After a botched mission with SHIELD, Steve takes a vacation with his family to a town in Ireland.

Sit on the floor wearing your clothes by Raw_Ramen_Noodles

If Tony was being honest, he just wanted to go home. Actually, if Tony was honest, he would probably still be at home. Unfortunately he’s trapped in another universe with its own set of problems, and he’s going to need help to get back. Double unfortunately, he’s not quite sure who to trust.

Parent/Teacher Night by CapnShellhead (orphan_account)

When Steve's best friend James Barnes died overseas, his son James was given to Steve to raise. Steve did the best he could, throwing himself into being a parent with the same focus he did everything else. So, when he showed up to Parent/Teacher night, he was determined to make a good impression on James' favorite teacher.

Of course, like everything else in Steve's life, things didn't go according to plan.

From The Past by sara_holmes

"When Steve turns up at the tower late one night in December, looking gaunt and exhausted and like he could fall down right there in the lobby, Tony doesn’t say a word about how long it’s taken."

every dong has its day by orphan_account

it’s not the size of the boat, it’s the motion of the ocean.

-ancient chinese proverb

(aka that time z wrote 8k worth of dick jokes.)

I'll Picture You by royal_chandler

Even with having no idea where he'll land, Steve jumps.

Parentheses by royal_chandler

The only thing that could maybe redeem this entirely unfair situation is the Tom Ford that Steve’s immaculately dressed in.

#stevetony weekly #stevetony #stony #stony fic #stevetony fic #stony fic recs #stevetony fic recs #stteve rogers #tony stark #captain ameriqueue #iron man #fic rec #rec list #fanfiction rec list

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