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yume-yuurei · 7 months

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Smitten Ace × reader drabble

I recently came back from a ve~ery long trip, and I've got a few ideas to share... to be honest, I used to be pretty annoyed by Ace when I first got into twst, but the more content I find of him, the more attractive this prick seems >:/ I swear, liking him as a character feels embarrassing... but who cares? Basically, this post is all about what I imagine travelling with a smitten Ace might be like.

So, almost half of my trip was spent riding the train to get to a camp with a hundred or two of other kids from my region, so you can guess it was eventful. Imagine going on such a trip with the first-years team, having to take a train for three days straight - it's basically like becoming roommates for a short while.

To get at least a sliver of privacy, you call dibs on a top bunk from the very start; that way you can hide away in a space of your own when social interactions start getting exhausting. Hearing that, Ace rushes to claim the bed opposite of yours. It takes him some effort to convince Deuce, who was actually supposed to take that place, to trade, without blowing his cover. When you enter the train car, Ace is already unpacking his things, jumping down his bunk (almost landing on Sebek) to throw your luggage onto a shelf.

Settling down isn't easy, with how many passengers are in the train car and how little space there is, but eventually everyone takes their seat.

The road promises to be long, and what better entertainment is there if not playing card games? Obviously, Ace has brought a whole pack of them, a laminated limited-edition deck with am intricate design that he snagged from his brother. Passing cards out for everyone and starting a game. As expected from someone who's been basically holding cards since crib, he wins every single time, pulling kings and aces seemingly out of nowhere (or, perhaps, right from his sleeves...). When he exits the game, Ace leans closer to you, watching the way you use your deck and giving subtle hints on how to turn the situation in your favor, smirking proudly when you start picking up and winning more frequently.

Whenever your little squad sits down for a meal, Trappola takes a seat as close as possible - either in front of you or at your side. You two often trade or share, swapping food you don't like for something you have a liking for. Ace would never be caught dead admitting to it, but I feel like he might sometimes lie about hating some snack or desert, just to have a reason to share with you.

I don't even doubt that he'd be the one to initiate playing something like truth or dare later into the evening, having prepared a full list of embarrassing questions and wild dares specifically for this occasion. Expect him to bluescreen if, when dared to kiss the most handsome guy around, you pick anyone except him.

And eventually night rolls around. Clad in a complect of comfortable night clothes, you fluff up a pillow and a blanket, wrapping yourself up cozily and turning on one side. You face Ace, barely making out his features in the dark. His two crimson eyes stare into your face, and if at that moment all lights were on, you would've noticed a hint of fondness in his expression. Propping his head up on a hand, Ace whispers,"

Asleep yet?"

You two talk quietly for a few more hours into the night. School, family, plans for future - it's so easy to share with him, conversation flowing naturally. Contrary to the confident and boisterous voice he usually equips around others, right now he sounds gentle. No persona to upkeep (assuming that all others have fallen asleep long ago), nothing to hide or prove; and as you feel your eyelids grow closing and head sinking into the pillow, you succumb to heavy sleep of exhaustion.

The last thing you hear before dozing off is a far-away:

"Good night... dream of me, yeah?"

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #yuurei's fics #the way of a housewarden #ace trappola #ace trapolla x reader #another drabble I wrote during class #plss I'm reposting it for a third time hnnn

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marvelouslizzie · 7 months

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sooo, i read your fic "like someone i know" and it was absolutely hot AND amazing. i am obsessed with miscommunication of how they thought they hated/were against each other but not. 😭

if you do take requests, could you write a drabble or something of them finally dating and bucky still teasing the reader but obviously in love now? JBJDJSHS maybe make the entire class confused bc they're aware of their rivalry. i just LOVEEE the fluff after enemies/rivals to lovers plots. 🥹

if you don't take requests, it's okay!!! your fic was amazing and now i shall read more of your work to my heart's content!!!

Thank you so much for the kind words ❤️

Oh, I absolutely love this! I tried to write a cute drabble and I hope this works for you.

summary: Set after Like Someone I Know. You and your former academic rival, Bucky, begin a secret romantic relationship. What happens when you two have another exam?

pairing: College!Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

warnings: None actually. Pure bickering and a bit of fluff + no mention of y/n.

word count: 842

All work is mine, please do not repost or translate without my permission.

Another day, another test. You feel stressed by the number of lessons you had to study for this one. There were so many things, even though you went through all of them, you feel like you remember nothing. Nothing at all.

You open your bag and reach for your notes while your back rests against the cold wall. Maybe you will feel confident enough if you go through them one more time. Refreshing your memory does not hurt, right?

You start to read and repeat the most important info in your mind, trying to remember where and how you wrote them so you can use them during the exam, but it’s hard to concentrate. Especially, when Bucky’s voice is booming through the hallway. His laugh is so loud, and it annoys you because he isn’t laughing like that because of you. He’s just messing around with Steve, Sam, and Natasha, as usual. You are pretty sure Natasha is the one that made him laugh this loudly, and jealousy takes over you.

“For the love of god, just stop talking for a sec! Some of us are trying to study here.”

No one bats an eye. They are so used to you two bickering before and after exams, but Bucky immediately turns to you. You see the mischievous spark in his eyes. He’s so amused by the comment.

“Do you mean yourself, princess? Because I don’t see anyone else besides you studying right now.”

You make a sour face when you hear him calling you princess. That’s new. He usually calls you doll.

“Does it matter?”

“Matters to me.”

“Fine. I’m trying to study. Shut your mouth, kay? Bye.”

You try to turn back to your notes, but no, Bucky is not done bickering with you. Of course, he isn’t.

“Don’t worry, you will get a good grade. You always do.” It could’ve been such a sweet encouragement if his tone had been different. It just feels like he’s patronizing you.

“So what? I should stop studying?”

“Yeah. Give yourself a break, doll.” He stops for a second, then dramatically adds. “Live a little.”

“Studying first, living later.” That kinda sounds like a promise, but no one but Bucky gets that.

You think you can finally read again, but Sam doesn’t let go of the conversation for some reason. He always likes to interject.

“Are you worried Bucky will get the best grade?”

“Oh, come on, Sam!” Steve sounds tired already.

“I would like to see him try.” After years of being rivals, your answer comes automatically. You forget there’s no need for this anymore.

“I got the best score last time, remember?” Luckily he doesn’t sound offended. Maybe he just missed your usual bickering.

“And I will make sure that doesn’t happen again.” You give him a fake smile. You really want to get the best score, even if that means beating your boyfriend.

“You always say that, but…” Suddenly he stops talking, and you wanna know how that sentence ends.

“But what?”

“Doesn’t matter.”

“Come on!” You challenge him. He shouldn’t stop himself from voicing his thoughts just because you started to date a while ago. Your rivalry is still there. He should be free to say whatever he wants. “Say it.”

“Maybe later.” He resists.

"Come on, Barnes! Since when are you afraid to speak your mind?" Your taunting works like a charm.

“You always say that, but I never saw you upset because I beat you.”

You can’t help but smile. If someone is gonna get the better grade, it has to be Bucky. Any other option is simply not acceptable.

You feel the stares of Steve, Sam, and Natasha on you. They didn’t expect this turn of events. They have been holding their breaths to see your reaction. Are you gonna get mad? Snap back at him? Shove his flirtatious comment up his ass?

“If it's not me, then it has to be you, right?” You watch Bucky’s smile grow while others mumble with confusion.

“If not my girl, then who else?”

Oh, he really went there. He didn’t miss the opportunity to claim you, and even though you wanted to do that very differently, you can’t help but feel giddy about it.

You don’t say anything at first, slowly walking towards him. You stop right in front of him, staring into his pretty blue eyes. He doesn’t know what to expect, so you can see how puzzled he is. You stand on your tiptoes and gently place a kiss on his cheek.

“Good luck, baby,” you whisper into his ear, then you just turn on your heels, like nothing happened. “See you after the exam.” You don’t look back, but you hear others talk.

“What the fuck just happened?”

“Did she just-”

“I told you they would eventually fuck, Rogers! Pay up!”

“Language, Sam! We don’t even know…”

“Oh, they definitely did.” Natasha sounds rather amused.

“Fine!”

“Oh, come on! You betted on us?” Bucky’s charming voice is the last thing you hear before entering the classroom.

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yuzurins · 10 months

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# taken by surprise

in which nagi unintentionally knocks you off your feet during your first meeting. a meet ugly, as one might say.

warnings: not proofread, vv casual drabble i wrote on my way to class, a bit of cursing, and reader is a tease.

likes, reblogs and interactions are appreciated!

you scoff in disbelief, briefly scanning your surroundings to see the damage. your canvas was face down on the floor, the easel it was on lost a leg, and paint was splattered everywhere.

holding back the urge to curse out in frustration, you shifted your vision over to glare at the cause. about 2 feet away stood an antsy looking white haired boy who seemed to be around your age. he was probably in a rush to go somewhere, but that didn’t mean he couldn’t look where he was going.

“oh shit,” he mutters, and you could see his eyes darting around in a panic, unsure of what to do. “uh, i—“

“watch where you’re going.” you interrupt, voice laced with hostility.

the boy bites his lip in response, opening his mouth to try and say something but nothing comes out. you’re still sitting on the floor, white uniform now covered with specks of red and blue all over.

wow, you think to yourself, this guy must have really low eq, because why hasn’t he helped you up yet?

“hey! nagi!” you hear someone call, most likely for the white haired boy in front of you. “hurry up or else you’re gonna get killed by reo!”

nagi hears another scoff come from you, snapping him back to reality, as he finally starts moving and picking up all the things he knocked onto the floor.

you stare at him with an unimpressed expression. “aren’t you supposed help me up first?” you tell him, just slightly feeling in the mood to tease.

like the dense guy he is, he shoots his right hand over to you as he continues to pick up your paint. no words spoken at all, and you start to think, this nagi dude seems a bit strange.

though obviously you were capable of helping yourself up, you just wanted to see him do something in return after disrupting your time relaxing in your own world. this sense of wanting to get back at him was natural, you think, because he was the one who knocked you over in the first place. right?

in the motion of him pulling you up, you gravitate closer and almost bump into him. he’s still squatting on the floor and you’re looking down at him, merely a few inches away. but from this position you finally get a good look at his face, and you realize that, oh, he’s kind of—no, actually—very handsome.

as you stand there dumbfounded, nagi finishes picking up all your stuff and stands up, turning over to look at you.

you furrow your brows in response, and for some reason, you feel like if you didn’t say what was really on your mind, you’d never get the opportunity to do it ever again.

“so, how are you going to compensate me for all this?” you point to the messed up canvas that had accumulated a bunch of rock from the floor.

it takes a few seconds for him to reply. “uh,” he starts, and he thinks back to what he sees all his football teammates say when they’re in a predicament with a girl. “wanna go for dinner?”

he says this with such an unfazed guise that you let out a laugh in surprise. was this careless lost little boy actually a playboy?

you don’t even give him the pleasure of replying with a yes or no, and instead fish his phone that was sticking out of his blazer pocket, opening a quick-note and typing your number in.

despite nagi not showing it on his face, he’s amazed by the fact that you snatched his most beloved possession from him so easily, and makes a mental note to himself to take more care of it next time.

you study the absentminded expression he has on his face as his eyes stay locked to his phone, and you wonder what you’ve gotten yourself into.

“here, you better not be joking.” you say, attempting to sound as harsh as possible, though you’re actually on the verge of breaking into laughter.

he looks down at his phone like it’s a foreign object, and looks back up at you blankly. his expression seems aloof, but you can make out the slightest red forming on his cheeks.

“NAGI! get your lazy ass here right now!” a purple haired boy is now calling for him from the football field, voice so loud that you can hear it even though he’s a whole building away.

nagi jumps at the sudden scold from his friend and he’s finally reminded of what he was doing originally. “see you later then, i guess.”

you flash a small smile, waving to him as he runs off. you’ve forgotten all about your painting now and your mind is plagued with the boy who had taken you by storm.

he destroyed your work that you spent hours on, but in the process, captivated you as well. compared to all the other snobby boys in your school, you swear it was his contrasting demeanour that piqued a bit of your interest.

and well, he’s actually pretty cute, isn’t he?

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ummmlife · 8 months

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Poor, sad, miserable teen!Nanami

Warnings!: post Haibara's death Nanami ; teen nanami ; angst (?) ; fluff (?) ; nanami×reader ; she / her pronouns reader ; reader is Nanami's (check on the translator) senior (aka Gojo's age) ; headcanon, drabble, idk, i wrote. if something doesn't makes sense, my sincerest apologies for not knowing how to speak english properly 🫠

We already know that teenage Nanami was a very pessimistic and unsociable person. While our adult Nanami is an exemplary person who knows social norms well and follows them perfectly, teenage Nanami was not like that. He was trained to be an adult from the young age of 15 (I assume because of Itadori's age).

But what events happened to turn Kento Nanami from an inexperienced (emo) teenager to an exemplary adult?

Tragedies, that's what happened.

In our modern society we know and understand that child labor is something inconceivable and even illegal in many countries, I mean, it is written in human rights. So we could assume that Jujutsu society operates the same way... Hahaha no. Good grief, if that were so there would be no such thing as manga/anime (Akutami you're cruel).

Why would we believe that in a society commanded by conservative and traditionalist elders, who (and this is my thought) surely rejoiced when Japan was a colonizing empire during WWII, would protect children? In this cruel world you learn to survive, and burdened with the curse of being a Jujutsu Sorcerer you have no escape.

So Nanami, against his will and coming from a family of non sorcerers, is forced to settle in this rotten society.

If being a sorcerer is a very low possibility, probably much lower than winning the lottery, it would not be difficult to expect that in a single class there would be one or at most three Jujutsu students. This was the case with Nanami and Haibara. Two kids with completely different personalities and motivations who, by the vagaries of the universe, ended up in the same situation together (and with the same fate awaiting them. Crying).

Nanami, yes, was a pessimistic, introverted, grumpy teenager, but at least he had Haibara with him who, even if he never said it out loud, gave him hope that maybe and just maybe being a sorcerer wasn't so bad.

Hell only knows the pain and despair the death of his only friend caused Nanami.

To be born into a faded world only to meet a rainbow and then have it snuffed out by a typhoon, yeah, it wasn't easy. Nanami could even understand why Suguru Geto, who by the way Haibara was a fan of, decided to become a Curse User. For Nanami himself the temptation was so much, so palpable and easy to choose. But he knew that: 1. Haibara wouldn't have liked it, 2. Following Geto's path would have mentally exhausted him more and 3. He couldn't afford to hurt more fellow Jujutsu Sorcerers.

That is why Nanami was only looking forward to his graduation day, but silently. He wished to simply disappear, not only from the Sorcerer profession but also from this world.

Nanami was lost, mired in depression and no one seemed to care. If everyone was so busy minding their own business then he had to mind his own life as well. Go on missions alone, study alone, fight alone, eat alone, live and wait to die alone.

— "Are you sleeping well? I notice you're more exhausted than before."

Maybe he wasn't as alone as he thought, maybe he mattered to someone: his senior.

Another sorceress a year above him, a classmate of Gojo and Ieiri. A sweet and caring girl for whom, at some point when Haibara was still alive, Nanami felt loving feelings for her begin to surface.

— "Yeah... I'm fine."

Lying is bad but worrying others is worse.

Nanami was eating lunch, alone as usual, a sandwich he made himself. Sitting on the stairs outside the school listening to the cicadas and the sound of the leaves on the trees moving in the soft autumn wind. His senior sat beside him, in complete silence, knowing full well that Nanami is not a big fan of social interactions.

— "I hear you've perfected your innate Cursed Technique..."

Still, she tries to dialogue with him. At least a little bit.

— "Yeah…"

Nanami might feel uncomfortable, but the closeness of his senior makes him feel calm, it makes him feel peace.

In a world where children are forced to live and think like adults in life and death situations, the company of someone who is at least a little more mature is comforting.

— "I miss him too, you know? Haibara."

It hurts, it hurts so much. Nanami stops eating as he feels his stomach twist with the memories of that fateful day when Haibara was killed because of a mistake by the adults, they sent them to their death and it was all because of a mistake. Nanami closes his eyes and breathes in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

This has happened before, indeed, it happens every night. Nanami hasn't been able to sleep well since the Haibara incident, having no one to comfort or hold him when he cries his soul out before trying to sleep.

That's why the moment he felt his senior's delicate hands bringing his head to her shoulder to comfort him it completely threw him off. It felt good, warm for the first time.

— "If you keep holding back you're going to end up hurting yourself even more."

That sentence alone was enough to make Nanami completely break down in tears. It was the first time in years feeling comfort from someone in such an intimate and satisfying way.

Nanami cried, hugged and clung to his senior as he had never done with anyone before, only maybe with his mother when he was a child. He couldn't contain himself when he felt her lips gently pressing against his crown of his head, it was like a dream.

— "Can I ask you not to leave?"

It was so embarrassing but so necessary for him to ask that. Her senior's soft and sweet smile was like a gift to his aching heart.

— "I don't plan to go anywhere."

*sobs* Emo Nanami, so cute ‹𝟹 must protect!!!!!

#jjk nanami #nanami headcanons #nanami kento #nanami x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu nanami #kento nanami #teen!nanami #nanami drabbles #nanami angst #nanami fluff #nanami headcanon #teen nanami #. bibi's writing

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emeritusemeritus · 2 months

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hii! hello!! how are you? may I request a little something from you? I love your friends to lovers stories with dear Freddie so anything involving him and mutual pinning would be amazing 🫶🏻

oh, if it's not too much to ask could reader be a ravenclaw?

thanks in advance! 💐

Hi Anon! I’m very good thank you, hope you are well too! So I have to admit that this request sent me spiralling, so much so that I wrote a little more than a drabble.

From one Ravenclaw to another, please accept this insert from a fic I will be posting soon, inspired by your request 💙

George was perceptive by nature and had picked up on his brother's infatuation not long after it began, noticing that Fred's attention was often pulled away as soon as you'd walk into the great hall or class. Didn't matter that they were in the middle of a conversation or a tactful sale, in you'd walk and out would go Fred's sanity. George couldn't deny that you were pretty, you'd turned his head a few times, not that he'd ever admit that to his brother, but the affect you had on Fred was almost laughable. He was certain he'd seen his brother drool once over you, the hearts in his love-stricken puppy eyes almost making George want to laugh and vomit at the same time.

When he wasn't pining for you in ways George could hardly fathom, Fred was often touchy and sulky at the unrequited nature of his crush. If he saw another bloke talking to you or making you laugh, he'd be insufferable for the rest of the day, shooting daggers at the culprit and threatening under his breath to set off a dung bomb in the unsuspecting lad's dorm.

To make matters worse, you'd started attending Quidditch games regularly when Ron made Keeper in support of your friend and also as support for Hermione so that she wouldn't have to sit alone with her two best friends on the pitch, despite being a Ravenclaw. Many people went to support their friends and as long as they weren’t competing against your house you figured it was fair game to support them. You'd also infrequently started attending practice sessions with Hermione, sitting in the stands or on the side lines where you would spend most of the time studying or drawing. It was a double edged sword for the team if you showed up or not; if you didn't, Fred would mope about and keep checking that you hadn't arrived late during the entire time on the pitch. If you did show, he'd spend the time trying to impress you with comical dives on his broom, outlandish tricks and almost everything exactly fulfilling his actual role to get your attention.

#emeritusemeritus #emeritusemerituswrites #harry potter #fred weasley #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley imagine #fred weasley masterlist #requests

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steddieas-shegoes · 10 months

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Drabble prompt you say? I got three?

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

3. Steddie with ftm Steve and cis Eddie being big brothers/father figures to mtf Max

❤️🖤❤️🖤🦇🐼

Okay I know me and I know there is no actual way I could do the last one in 500 words or less so I may have to put a pin in that for another day. I'm putting the other two under the cut because this post will be longer with 2 ❤️

1. Eddie being so protective and doting for a pregnant Steve (fem Steve, mpreg, or omega Steve it's your pick)

"My ankles are swollen. This is the ugliest I've ever been. I'm hungry but the second I look at food, I want to puke, which was supposed to be done in the first trimester. And my hair is so frizzy even though I haven't done anything different!"

Steve was whining. He knew he was whining and he knew it was annoying, but he couldn't stop.

This was the worst pregnancy ever.

Their first two babies were great, almost picture perfect, even.

This one was going to be their last at the rate Steve was suffering.

"I know, sweetheart. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"Yeah, you can cut your dick off. I no longer need it."

It would be funny if Steve wasn't completely serious.

"Anything that won't kill me, maybe?" Eddie hesitated to ask.

Steve's moods had been all over the place. It's how he first figured out he was pregnant way before the morning sickness even kicked in.

"Foot rub." Then Steve sat up. "No, actually, don't touch my feet. I want strawberries and peanut butter and celery."

Eddie stood up to head to the kitchen, hoping like hell that they actually had all of those items in the kitchen.

"Wait. Scratch the celery. I can already taste how terrible it is. Maybe some carrot juice?"

Eddie nodded.

This was how it had been for almost a month. The doctor said it's actually normal, that he'd just been the lucky the first two times, but Eddie knew Steve didn't like being like this.

He searched the kitchen quickly, startling when Steve called his name from the couch.

"Yes, my love?"

"No on the peanut butter. It sounds greasy."

"Greasy?" Eddie whispered to himself. "Okay! Coming!" He said louder.

He scrambled to get everything together quickly, but paused when he saw the picture they'd hung on the fridge of the two of them, Jamie, and Melody at the doctor's visit that told them they were having a boy.

All this was annoying, but he knew Steve felt worse, and he knew it would be worth it very soon.

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2. Eddie sneaking cute notes into Steve's locker

Steve was never going to know it was him, he was so careful.

He'd been getting away with it for two years, always rushing to put the notes in his locker during classes that he knew Steve couldn't leave.

Wish you could hear the song I wrote for you. It's loud, you'd probably hate it. But I think you'd like that someone sees you. - E

It was his riskiest one yet, never having put an initial or something that could give him away like the fact that he'd written a song about him.

Steve would probably start narrowing it down pretty quickly, though he'd probably not assume it's a guy, at least.

Hopefully.

Third period was the best time to slip notes into his locker; He had Ms. Sanderson, who was known for never letting kids leave class, even for the bathroom.

Eddie ran to his locker, shoved the note inside, and turned to see Steve standing at the end of the row.

"You know, last year, Tommy was convinced it was Nancy fucking with me," he said, arms crossed across his chest as he leaned against the lockers. "And this year, I just kind of figured it was someone who was just shy. Maybe had a crush on who I was and didn't know how to stop once I wasn't that person anymore."

Eddie remained silent.

Steve started walking closer.

"But then, a good friend suggested that I may just have an unconventional secret admirer. Someone who would be scared to come forward for other reasons."

Steve stopped right in front of Eddie.

"And now I think I get it. But you know what?"

"What?" Eddie breathed out.

"There was no reason to be worried. I'm kind of into unconventional."

Steve's lips were on Eddie's before he could process the word.

He pulled away after a couple seconds, frantically looking around the halls to make sure no one saw.

"It's okay, I checked first. You alright?" Steve's concern was a lot.

"Bathroom. I wanna kiss you for real. Not out here."

Steve blushed and tugged on his hand to get him to follow him, both of them giggling as they made their way down the hall to the bathroom.

They spent the rest of the period there, and some of the next one.

And long after they both graduated, long after they survived things they shouldn't have, their initials were still carved on the back of the stall door in a heart.

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #headcanon #drabble #a/b/o in the first one

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inthewindandinthewater · 6 months

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Day Glow

A/n: Oops, I wrote this instead of another chapter of A Plain of Stars, I'm sorry but I'm having a bit of a block right now. Anyway, in the mean time have this Drabble with old boy James. I thought it was cute, definitely a good piece to hopefully rebuild some confidence in myself and get back to writing the real stuff. Hope you enjoy.

(I listened to 'Oh My Love' by John Lennon and 'Here Comes Your Man' by The Pixies while writing this)

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Day Glow

The stunning glow that bathes a room in the early morning.

That’s what it felt like, if anyone asked you that’s what you’d say. First light.

First light after a hot sticky night, one where your covers don’t lay right and you don’t find a comfortable place to set your arms. That soft morning glow accompanied by singing burns and long, languid stretches. The feeling of that first sip of water hitting your throat after not allowing yourself respite from the cottony feeling at the back of your pallet. Fresh clothes, a hot shower, a hairbrush.

That’s what it felt like to fall in love with James, a breath of fresh air and the feeling of sun on your skin. He was bright and bursting with it, and all too happy to bathe you in the same incandescence.

He never second guessed it, the pull he felt to you. He saw you that day; head hung low over a book, hair falling into your eyes as you fell deeper into the word on those ink soaked pages. Maybe it was the look in your eyes or the way the pale blue shirt you were wearing seemed to bring out all the right colors in you. It didn’t matter, he was taken with you and James was never one to let something go so easily.

He was capable of learning, and as such took a gentle approach to coaxing you out of your shell and into his awaiting arms. First a request for help on his homework, then sitting next to you in class, for academic reasons of course. He’d ask little questions about your books and your family, nodding in rapt interest, eyes glued to the captivating way your lips formed the words.

He could only be so subtle, it was never his specialty but he’s giving it his all. That’s what made give him the time of day, anyone could see how hard he was trying to be someone you might spend your time on.

During a particularly chilling trip to Hogsmeade you found yourself toe to toe with your biggest fan. Stumbling none too elegantly into one another with the grace of a baby elephant confronted with a large mouse. You stared up at him, making up for all his forced subtlety with a brasen gape. His nose and cheeks were tipped pink and his wild hair stuck up in that frustratingly sleep tousled way that had you longing to card your fingers through it. One corner of his rosie pink lips quirked up in boyish smirk, you knew you were a goner, but you hadn’t guessed it’d be this bad.

That was the beginning of a short road to a long honeymoon phase, one that faded into a comfortable relationship which continues to feel like the first peaks of the sun through your apartment windows. The very windows that made you and James choose this apartment over the one closer to London, they were french panes and you loved them almost as much as the boy sleeping next to.

You roll over, taring your gaze away from the windows to face James’ sleeping face. Your hand moves of its own accord to make the very movement you longed to all those years ago in front of Honeydukes. His black curls only fluffed into a larger mess as you ran your finger through them, scratching lightly at his scalp as he leaned into your hand. He may be a stag at heart, but he always reminded you of a saint bernard. Pretty boy that he is.

You think you could lay here forever, basking in the morning dew of the life the two of you created for yourself. All the Love you poured into one another and all the twists and turns you’d put your hearts through now wrapped in a thick layer of soft amour, which consist of nothing but the thought of coming home to one another at the end of it all. The constant knowledge that no matter what, first light will break and day glow will cover your world once again.

#the maruaders #harry potter #james potter #james potter x reader #james potter x you #self insert #love him love Aaron Taylor Johnson #no beta we die like half the characters in this gd fandom

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altrie · 4 months

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my gjhm hcs/prompts/scenario/drabbles 5️⃣🎶💘

more personal hcs i have! also in continuation/addition to my utahime hcs post 👍 this is just a mix of gjhm, utahime and some sprinkle of utashoko, sugushoko hcs if you stare hard enough..

i stand by the idea that these two started out as hot and cold frenemies during their time as students. so not exactly fluffy/shippy material here but i digress, it's fun to speculate what gjhm were like as annoying students getting on everyone's nerves.. i think those two would have been adorable, funny, and annoying 😂

also, i wrote this in mind that gojo is the one that fell first and fell hard for utahime. so almost everything here is just a perspective of someone crushing on their senpai LMAO. in my head, utahime doesn't start noticing gojo until they're both in their twenties. i feel those two would be a slow burn like a very angsty slow burn 🫠🫠🫠

note: i had to research more of the tokyo tech school, calculate the years, ages to try and be accurate as possible to the canon timeline. this long list starts at around 2005/2006 pre-HI arc. if gege doesn't state something explicitly, i feel it's free real estate to interpret and develop headcanons 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

young gojo and utahime formally met around late spring to early summer of 2005 and immediately had a rocky start. they met through shoko one afternoon after class. however, gojo has already known about utahime prior to this. while not paying attention to yaga's lecture. he noticed the senior singing to herself as she tended the campus community garden with the other upperclassmens/sorcerers. her soothing voice is what he notices first

gojo was awe struck by utahime at first glance and it's been bad for him since then. his senior who is 2-almost 3 years older, short, calm and too easy of a target to pick on is very much adorable when angy

bc of the nature of shoko and utahime's CT, they're often at the main campus ground together. they'll hang out in the infirmary or chilling somewhere nearby. post missions, the boys tend to visit the infirmary just to annoy them and get treatments/checkups even if they don't have a visible scratch

the gang made it a tradition to have dinner every sunday, every week as possible. it started with utashoko going to a potluck/bbq restaurant frequently until the boys learned about it and crashed it >_>. since then, they have dinner at campus where they all cook together. everyone has to pitch in. utahime likes to incorporate in-season crops to the cooking. gojo doesn't usually eat veggies but somehow can have seconds of songstress's hotpot

when on missions, utahime keeps a journal and a camera to document memories. gojo makes fun of her for it, but ends up enjoying it and helping her with the camera work, finding spots to take pics. he sometimes helps take pics too bc of his tall stature

the tokyo tech high campus is LOUD when gjhm are bickering. and they're always bickering! it doesn't matter who started it (it's gojo always), so those two end up getting scolded by yaga often

on days when utahime is paired with another sorcerer for support, the campus is quiet and gojo is sad :(. when he gets sent to missions, he doesn't get the same support. he's aware he's a special grade and don't need it but it's so boring to do it alone!

when utahime comes back from missions, she always brings back treats and souvenirs for everyone. yes, that includes her annoying junior who in return starts doing the same thing at his missions. she ends up bringing him sweets, like tons of sweets she thinks he'll like (he does). gojo started doing the same gesture but he tends to lie that he didn't bring anything for utahime--which she'll say she doesn't care. but by the time she returns to her room, she'll find a gift bag and a note placed on her desk from the same junior who likes to be dramatic about everything

since utahime is the top student at their campus and aces every exam they have. it's become a thing for her to lead their study sessions. she does her best to tutor and simplify things for them. gojo tends to be a distraction at first but tends to help her out on these sessions. they end up pass out next to each other with his uniform jacket placed on her as a blanket. the others often wake up early before those two and notes how peaceful they are

sugushoko definitely picks up on gojo's crush on utahime before gojo is even aware himself. they been quiet about it the whole time, just watching the disaster unfold. shoko brings up the idea of mentioning it to one of them at one point but geto wants to see how much longer until one of them realizes it or something funny happens

geto one day asks gojo who's his type. gojo's answer makes it so obvious he's describing utahime but he doesn't even know. geto teases him that he just described their senior. gojo just gives him an annoyed look and changes the subject

shoko just drops the information about gojo's crush to utahime out of the blue and utahime just gives her a disgusted look. "gojo just likes to be a brat." utahime goes into a long tangent about gojo. shoko notes the songstress definitely does not look at gojo like that except as an annoying junior and laughs to herself about it. poor gojo 🤭

utahime gets asked out a lot by upperclassmen and non-sorcerers. it definitely doesn't bother gojo! nope, not at all! but he makes it a goal to disturb whoever he sees talking to his senior when utahime should be studying or tutoring. their courtship is distracting the flow of education! utahime ends up apologizing for her junior's bratty actions

december 2005: gojo turns 16 and the new years are near. the trio decides to celebrate over break. everyone except utahime are present during this month. due to the songstress graduating in a few months, she's been occupied in missions back to back. it doesn't bother gojo that she's not present during his bday or the gang's winter break or for new years celebration. but he is annoyed he doesn't even get a simple text or email from her! what kind of senior is she not to acknowledge her junior's bday or greet a simple new years? he definitely does not miss her or wait for her message on his phone 💢🙄

what he doesn't expect is to find himself walking to campus in the crisp january weather after new years. he sees utahime sitting on one the benches. she stands up after noticing him and waves at him. gojo quickens his steps towards her, already planned out what snarky comment to say. what he doesn't expect is for her to suddenly reach out a big giftbag to him. gojo pauses and looks at her. "happy belated birthday and a happy new year, gojo"

utahime's gifts to him were handful of sweets, varying from different prefectures. there are mochi, chocolate, pastries, etc. one that stood out to him was a stuffed white cat keychain wearing some dark glasses. she states she saw it and thought it resembled him. she got matching ones for sugushoko as well and can't wait to give it give to them. gojo doesn't have a joke or anything in return to say and thanked her for the gifts. he doesn't end up using the keychain but places it in his desk inside his campus room. displaying it neatly next to his lamp and a picture of their friend group

gjhm rarely fights. sure, they get into arguments, bickering contests, loud banter--but fights are very rare. when they do fight, it's usually something that started from stubbornness, pettiness, even miscommunication. but they're both willing to apologize soon right after the heat of the moment ends. they don't like giving each other the cold shoulder

since gjhm are pretty young and are still inexperienced, i think them apologizing won't be so direct. they're both equally stubborn when it comes to each other and stumble with getting their thoughts across but they'll make it up halfway towards other means (likes small gifts, tea, nonchalant convos about it, etc)

#gojohime #gojo x utahime #gouta #i ran out of characters so i have to continue number 18 on the next post LMAO IM SORRY #i might as well write a fanfic of them bc holy these hcs are heading towards fanfic prompts #my posts

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hughungrybear · 4 months

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15 people, 15 questions

I got tagged by @telomeke (the link to their post is here). Thanks for the tag! 😊

1. Are you named after anyone?

I came from a predominantly Catholic country so it is common to name babies after saints. Ironically, despite my saintly name, I was a real Tasmanian devil to my parents, teachers, and peers 😅

2. When was the last time you cried?

The last time that I sincerely cried was when my Dad passed away. I was eleven. After that, every event that made me "cry" barely wet my eyes 😅

3. Do you have kids?

No, and I don't plan to have any. I like kids - especially when I can hand them back to their respective mothers 😅 I don't have anything against motherhood, but I can barely support myself. Under the circumstances, it is not wise to bring another life into this world that I cannot support.

4. What sports do you play/have you played?

Oh boy. I used to do track and field, basketball, and soccer (football) when I was still in elementary (grade) school. However, my conservative home country deems these sports as too "manly" and therefore not appropriate for a growing 'lady'. So, they made me switch to cheer dance😤. Well, let's just say I have never danced again ever since lol.

5. Do you use sarcasm?

Let's just say that sometimes, using sarcasm is the only way to retain my sanity 😅

6. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

The tone and shift of voice when they talk. Not entirely sure why though 😅😅😅

7. What’s your eye color?

Hazel brown with hints of darkest grey.

8. Scary movies or happy endings?

Definitely happy endings. I will not subject myself to torture by watching horror films/series no matter how critically acclaimed it is. That's because I have a very vivid imagination and I really love a peaceful sleep 🥲

9. Any talents?

Does mixing chemicals and formulating new adhesive products count? 😅 I can play the keyboard, and write poems and short stories (although, it's been a long time since I wrote my last one). I also do embroidery during my spare time.

10. Where were you born?

Funny story. I was born on the eve of our town's patron saint's day. Before the feast day, the town's roads are closed in preparation for the upcoming festivities. Unfortunately, my mum's water broke during an intense cleaning session of our house on the eve of the feast. Since the roads were closed, my father and grandma (my mother's mum) were forced to call a midwife and perform a home birth. Curiously, I did not cry as my mum pushed my small baby form out of her womb. Fearing that I was a stillbirth, the midwife had put me near an electric stove to help warm me up. It was only then that poor baby me started to cry (to the relief of everyone around)😅

TLDR: I was born at home but only showed a definitive sign of life in our old family kitchen.

11. What are your hobbies?

Reading books, scrolling through various socmed (Nowadays, though, it's mostly Tumblr and Reddit), and listening to some brand new music.

12. Do you have any pets?

When I was still living in my home country, I used to have dogs. However, moving to Australia, I was forced to leave them behind with our trusted relatives. We still Facetime though, so there's that.

13. How tall are you?

Sadly, I'm five feet flat, I am still hoping for some (miracle) growth spurt even in my thirties lol

14. Favorite subject in school?

I love history. I love reading about the beginning of things. I also had high grades in literature simply because I am an advanced reader (that is, I have already read the books on my teacher's list even before they have released them to the class).

15. Dream job

Somewhere where deadlines are a mere suggestion lol

Onward tagging (I know some of you have already done this, but give this poor hungry bear a break, I'm running out of people to tag: @lost-my-sanity1, @sparklyeyedhimbo, @imlivingformyselfdontmindme, @waitmyturtles, @dimplesandfierceeyes, @plantsarepeopletoo, @actually-yikes, @dribs-and-drabbles, @ablazenqueen, @alan-apologist, @ellasaru12, @queersouthasian, @lamonnaie, @rei-the-head-shaker and anybody else who wants to play😊

#tag game #15 people 15 questions

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jingerhead · 2 years

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hiya! prompt idea??? i got a notification about the queer prom in my area and that immediately made me think of high school andreil. either them coming from different high schools meeting at the prom for the first time, established relationship going to escape their homophobic school, OR my favorite; loner andrew pining for jock neil who “must be straight,,,, right?” and then having an aneurysm when he sees him there. anyways, do with this what you will, i just think there is so much potential for my awkward murder babies :,)

OH anon that is just so wonderful that that exists in the first place, I'm so happy! I wish I could've gotten to go to a queer prom omg. I also think that idea is just perfect, I too am a sucker for the 'loner Andrew pining for jock Neil' trope. Literally perfect.

There is so much potential here, so I wrote a little thing :) I hope you enjoy the tiny drabble, thank you so much for the idea!! It's beautiful, and I REALLY want to go to a queer prom now hehe.

~*~

Andrew wasn’t sure what sufficed for a queer prom, but he definitely should’ve gone into it with less expectations. The event was taking place in a restaurant in the village that was equipped more for birthday parties than school dances, but the fact that it existed at all was “a win”, at least according to Nicky. There were streamers hung in waves on the ceiling, balloon arches and neon lights that flashed along with the music being played from speakers. In total there had to be at least forty kids in the place, all from different schools around the area.

Somehow, Andrew had been talked into coming along. Between Nicky’s nagging about how he never had a queer prom when he was in high-school (as if he was thirty or something) and Renee mentioning going once, Andrew ended up renting a suit and going. Most of the people there were couples, but some seemed to be friend groups having the time of their lives. Renee had gone off to dance with her girlfriend, leaving Andrew alone with the desserts he’d grabbed from the free snack table.

He wasn’t uncomfortable in crowds, but preferred to stick alone. The one person Andrew really hung around at school was his twin brother and Renee, uninterested in pursuing any friendships that wouldn’t last past the next two years. But this place was stuffy and loud, and Andrew had finished his last brownie, so he decided to head out one of the exits to take a smoke break in the empty alley next to the restaurant.

The music was still audible from where he was leaning against the brick wall, but it was muted and less irritating. Andrew felt himself calm the longer he was alone, slowly taking drags from his cigarette and letting the nicotine wash through him. He should really just leave after this, because Andrew wasn’t interested in trying to find a hookup tonight and Renee didn’t need him to drive her home. He should go back to the house, get the unopened rocky road ice cream in the freezer and spend the rest of his night watching shitty movies in his pajamas.

The door further down the alley opened suddenly, bringing Andrew out of his thoughts. He watched as a guy walked out and entered the alleyway, pausing when he noticed Andrew standing there as well. Andrew blinked in surprise when he noticed it was Neil Josten standing there, dressed in an all-black ensemble of dress pants, a button up and loosened tie.

Star striker Neil Josten. Exy junkie from the high-school varsity team. Practically the jock of all jocks that Andrew had snuck glances at in the hallways. And during lunch. And in shared classes. Especially gym class. Not that it mattered, because exy-junkie-ultimate-jock Neil Josten couldn’t be anything but straight.

Right?

“Hi,” Neil said, walking down the alley.

“Hm,” Andrew hummed, busying himself with taking another drag from his cigarette.

“Air?” Neil asked.

Andrew hummed again. Neil kept standing where he was, just a couple of steps away, leaning on one leg and staring. “Who made you come?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Why did someone have to make me?” Neil asked, falling against the wall. Andrew was very aware of the few inches of space between them.

“Here with a boyfriend, then?” he managed to get out, bringing his cigarette between his lips so that he wouldn’t say anything else.

“No,” Neil said through a soft snort. He held out a hand that Andrew placed a fresh cigarette in, handing over his lighter a moment later. Neil lit it and held it between his fingers, seeming far more interested in breathing than smoking.

“Why, then?” Andrew asked before he could stop himself.

“Last time I checked, being ace is a queer identity,” Neil said after blowing some smoke into the air. He had a challenging look in his eyes, like he was daring Andrew to say otherwise.

But there was nothing to argue with in the first place. “Yes,” Andrew agreed, unable to look away from Neil, studying the way his eyes matched the sky.

Neil seemed pleased with the answer, closing his eyes and tipping his head back against the brick of the wall. “You?”

“Hm?”

“Here with a boyfriend?”

“No,” Andrew answered. He focused on smoking the rest of the cigarette in his hand, finally stubbing it out on the brick near his hip and tossing the remains on the dirty floor. Neil did the same just seconds later, and the two breathed together as the sun slowly set, the sky getting darker with every minute.

“I’m bored,” Neil said, taking a step away. He shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at Andrew, who did anything but stare back. “Hungry?”

Honestly he wasn’t, but Andrew said, “Yes.”

“There’s a place not too far that has a midnight breakfast menu,” Neil explained. He started to lead the way out of the alley with Andrew right behind him, heading towards the parking lot. “They have great milkshakes, too.”

It sounded amazing. “I’ll drive.”

#aftg #aftg fanfic #tfc #tfc fanfic #all for the game #all for the game fanfic #the foxhole court #andreil #andreil fanfic #andriel #andriel fanfic #jinger's works #jinger answers

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marie-swriting · 11 months

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You Traitor - MCU!Peter Parker

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Summary : You're finally shooting your shot with your crush but of course, Peter, your big brother, has to find a way to annoy you about it.

Warnings : sister!reader, reader is 15 and Peter 17, reader's crush is gender neutral, reading someone's diary, fluff, maybe some grammatical mistakes as English is not my first language, tell me if you see some or if I missed any warnings.

Word count : 816

French version

Prompt : “That’s not what you wrote in your diary...” from this prompts list made by @creativepromptsforwriting

‘Dear diary,

I decided I’m going to muster up all my courage and ask Avery out tomorrow. I think they like me. At least, I like them a lot and they’re so beautiful !

A movie with their favourite actor, Margot Robbie, is coming out this week, it’s the perfect occasion to ask them on a date. I hope they’ll say yes. Maybe we’ll kiss during the movie ? Maybe we’ll even get together ! We’ll see. I have had a crush on Avery for two years now, it’s time to take it to the next level. Wish me luck.’

You close your diary with a silly smile. You hold your diary close to your chest, happy to have finally confessed to your greatest confidant what you’re about to do. You hid your diary in its usual place, under a pile of clothes you haven’t touched in years, before going to bed.

Just like you said in your diary, the day after, you look for Avery to ask them out. As you didn’t have any class together, you have to wait until the end of the day to talk to them. When you’re both finally alone, you start talking like you usually do, hoping it’ll help you calm down, even though your stress is still going up.

“By the way, I wanted to ask you.” You start anxiously. “I know you’re a big fan of Margot Robbie and her new movie coming out this friday.”

“Yes, I know ! I want to see it so badly.”

“Maybe we could go together.”

“Are you asking me out on a date ?” They ask you with a smile.

“What would you say if I said I am ?”

“I’d say yes without hesitation.”

“Then, yes, it’s a date.”

Avery is about to add something when you hear your brother, Peter, calling you so you both can go home. You sigh, frustrated before screaming at him you’re coming. You bid goodbye to Avery before running to your brother.

When you’re home, you go to your room, grab your diary and start writing. You describe your interaction with Avery but also your expectations and the outfit you think you’ll be wearing. You’ve never been into that much detail before. Obviously, your diary saw your feelings growing bigger and bigger but that day, you’re on cloud nine so you tell your notebook every information. You keep writing until Aunt May comes home.

Without waiting another second, you put your diary away before finding her in the entrance as she takes off her shoes. Just by seeing your smile, May understand that you're excited about something.

“What got you so worked up ? What happened at school that can make you that happy ?” She genuinely asks.

“I wanted to ask you if I could go to the cinema with Avery this Friday after school.”

“If it’s not too late, sure you can. But who is this Avery ? Do I know them ?”

“We have a few classes together. They’re very nice.” You assure her, trying to hide your huge smile.

“Oh, so it’s just a friend then ?”

“Yes, what else ?”

“That’s not what you wrote in your diary.” Peter intervenes with a mischievous smile. “If I remember correctly, you’ve been crushing on Avery for two years. You even think ‘they’re so beautiful’ and that you just ‘want to hold them in your arms every minute’”, he says, quoting several of your diary entries. “You even think you’ll kiss them during the movie.”

“That’s bullshit !” You defend yourself before realising what that means. “Wait, did you just say you read my diary ?”

“To be fair, you should find a better hiding spot than a pile of clothes.”

“I’m gonna destroy your legos, Peter.” You say calmly and Peter understands it’s over for him.

He doesn’t take the time to add something before running towards his bedroom. You run after him without waiting.

“Come back, you traitor ! I’m gonna kill you !”

“May, help me !” Peter begs, in panic while May sighs, desperate.

“Peter, Y/N, stop it ! I don’t have the time to handle your fight.” May says without really trying to ease the tension.

You frantically knock on Peter's bedroom door while you insult and threaten him. Peter uses his superhuman strength to be sure you won’t enter his room. After a few moments, he realises there’s no way he’s making out of it alive so he takes his bag with his suits in it before letting go of the door and leaving through the window. When you finally enter and you don’t find him, you scream of frustration. Though, your eyes find Peter’s last lego he built with Ned. You know it took them hours to do it. You have a devious smile on your face as you take the lego before going back into your room, waiting impatiently for the moment your brother will come back to make him pay.

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{This is my side blog so I'll be answering comments under the username @marie-sworld}

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bookishjules · 5 months

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thank you for tag @amchara !! <3 i loved reading through your answers :)

How many works do you have on ao3?

13, but most of them are drabbles

What’s your total ao3 word count?

32,369

What fandoms do you write for?

Percy Jackson/Heroes of Olympus, The Shadowhunter Chronicles

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Percy to the Rescue

Here Without You

Napkins and Notebooks

A Different Kind of Adventure

Your Lyrics have Arrived

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

It may take awhile, but if a comment is worthy of or necessitates a response, I will absolutely respond to it, yes <3

What is a fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Definitely Acceptance, but really it's so short that the whole thing is just an angsty ending for malec

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably A Different Kind of Adventure. Percabeth figuring out life together brings me a special kind of joy.

Do you get hate on fics?

I haven't yet

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

I hadn't, but one of my wips may or may not include smut... like I'm writing it, but we'll see if I have the confidence to publish it, you know? I honestly could not tell you what kind, though, given that I am quite new at this.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

Not currently?? but I have in the past. I wrote one in high school that was simultaneously next gen Percy Jackson and Harry Potter, where percabeth's kid gets into Hogwarts in the same year as Albus and Scorpius and Rose.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

I don't think I'm really prolific or known enough for that to have happened yet lol

Have you ever had a fic translated?

No, sir

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I haven't, but it seems like it would be fun! Honestly, it's probably just a matter of time lbr (@221bornottobe i'm looking at you)

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Percabeth <3 ( but also sizzy)

What’s a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

IVY!!! my beloved accursed fic that pulled me deep into my fairondale obsession despite originating as a ghostwriter endgame fic. If I ever do finish it, it will be as a very different fic than the one i began two years ago, which means that this story I had in my head will itself never be finished.

What are your writing strengths?

Can I crowd source this answer? Honestly, I'm not sure (this feels like a cop-out answer, but honestly I just have a hard time knowing what I'm good at)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Endings!!!! As you may be able to tell by the fact that my longest finished fic is under 2k.. I have been told by writing professors that I have weak endings, and now they scare me to write. Also.. spilling too much of what's in the pov character's head, I think. They work through things internally that may be better as a show-don't-tell thing, but my instinct is always to explain. There are other things, I'm sure..

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I think it can really help a fic when some dialogue or words are in another language, when it fits, obviously. Other than that, I don't really have any thoughts!

First fandom you wrote for?

Honestly, I think it might have been Ella Enchanted. Either that or Percy Jackson. I would have been 14. Before that, any writing was pretty much original, I think.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

Here Without You, hands down. It's not finished yet, but it's been my entire heart this whole year. It's made me feel more confident with writing fics that are a bit more long form (which I needed), it's helped me process things for myself and for Leo, and it's really everything I needed for his storyline. .. Though, I will say, runner up has to go to The Chronicles of Lena and Jules, the PJO self-insert fanfic that I wrote during chemistry class in 10th grade about my best friend and I, and that I would hand her installments of every day as we passed in the hall.. not because of the quality or the storyline, but for the mems <3

Tagging: @potato-jem @captain-jackson @berylgrace @timelesslords and whoever else wants to join in! (also @iminlovewithpercyjackson and @221bornottobe ik you both only have one fic up on ao3, so I didn't initially tag you, but feel free to go for it anyway :))

#tag game #writing

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heronchildlove · 1 year

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Soulmate AU? With words maybe?? Or shared dreams?? Writers choice. :-)

I keep joking I only get angst prompts, but this one was definitely not meant to be angsty, and I went and made it angsty anyway, I’m sorry nonnie. (It’s me, I’m the problem) Also, the concept I came up with for this was way too expansive to fit in a drabble, so take this more like a prologue, and I promise I’ll revisit this concept another day, possibly after I finish the current long fic project I’m working on.

Hope you like it anyway, nonnie!

~~//~~

James knew the moment it happened.

No one knew exactly how it happened, but you weren't born with a soulmate. The universe would assign you one when you were ready, whatever that meant. Someone that would challenge you, make you grow, be your best friend and partner for life.

James wanted one badly, so he was constantly writing on his hand. When the universe deemed you ready, you and your soulmate would be connected, and you'd be able to start communicating through writing on your skin. Whatever you wrote on yourself, would disappear and appear on the other person on the same spot, and vice versa.

He had spent the last couple of years since he had become a teenager writing greetings on the back of his hand and watching with growing disappointment as the words stubbornly stuck around until he cleaned them with water. So when he had sat down for his first lesson at the Academy, picking up the pen and writing the word on himself had been more habit than anything else.

When the words actually disappeared, he was so startled he almost fell off his chair.

Luckily, only a few people noticed and snickered. After his disastrous first day, and being late to class that morning, he hardly needed to give others any more reason to laugh at him.

But that was mostly unimportant at the moment. He turned his hand around a few times, trying to see if the words hadn't just somehow slid off to the other side, but no, they really weren't there anymore! He really had a soulmate!

His heart racing madly, he looked around, trying to see if anyone in his class showed any reactions, but everyone was engrossed in their notes. He gave a sigh of relief. He didn’t know how he would feel about his soulmate being among his Academy classmates when they all so clearly detested him. He would hate to have someone feel forced to be nice to him just because they had found out they were soulmates, after all, that was never what he wanted.

A crazy thought ensnared him. No, it couldn’t be, could it? He picked up his pen again and wrote on the back of his hand:

Grace?

…

No

His breath caught again and his heart beat madly. So maybe it wasn’t Grace, but his soulmate was real, they existed. He picked up his pen again and wrote in a different place in his hand.

I’m James. And you?

There was no answer. He never got an answer, even if he kept asking other questions throughout the class. In the end, he just gave up and put his head in his arms, pretending to be sleeping in class to hide the fact he was crying.

He knew it. Who would ever want to be his soulmate anyway?

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Matthew knew the moment it happened, and, in the end, that was the problem.

He hadn’t been able to take his eyes off James Herondale ever since their parents had first introduced them, all those years ago. It was hard, as James detested attention and tended to disappear during the enclave’s parties and all family functions, while Matthew was loathe to leave the centre of attention. Every time he managed to find a break and set out to locate James, the other had already disappeared.

He had been so happy to bump into him at the Academy’s gardens, and to find out he was also a fan of Oscar Wilde. It was finally his chance to befriend James, but then stupid Alastair Carstairs had gotten in the way… No, even before that, it seemed like him and James were somehow not seeing eye to eye, and in the end James had gotten completely mad at him. So mad he had run away from their room before Matthew even had a chance to set things right and had been ignoring him ever since.

It was completely disheartening. It was the first time he had ever fumbled so badly on a first meeting that he had driven the person away from him instead of drawing them closer; and, of course, it had to be exactly with the person he had been wanting to befriend for years now. He was completely at a loss of what to do.

If he hadn’t been studying James with such intensity, trying to figure out how to approach him that day to apologise, he would have missed it, and he might have made a completely different decision. But the way it was, he could see clearly from the row just behind him as James wrote a greeting on his hand, and as the words disappeared from James’ skin and reappeared on his own.

Matthew’s world stopped for a moment and then started turning again in stark clarity, the pieces of a puzzle falling into place. So that was the reason he had always felt so drawn to James, even with barely knowing aside from his parents’ stories. Because they were soulmates. They were – and always had been – meant to be together.

A smile started appearing on his face, and he looked back at James expectantly, waiting to see if he would notice him too and that’s when he saw it:

James taking a look around the classroom, and then promptly sighing in relief when it seemed like none of his classmates were the ones that shared his bond.

It made Matthew’s world crack under his feet and he was reminded, suddenly and starkingly, that James absolutely hated him.

He couldn’t do this, he couldn’t come out as James’ soulmate and watch him stare at him with disappointment and disgust. Watch him go against his own real feelings to try to treat him well just out of duty due to them being soulmates, that wasn’t how he wanted to do this. That was never what he wanted.

And then, the final nail in the coffin, the next word his soulmate wrote for him was a name, and not his own:

Grace?

He didn’t know who Grace was, but did it even matter? James was clearly hoping his soulmate was her, he was clearly already in love with someone else. What kind of monster would he have to be to announce himself and demand feelings from someone that didn’t reciprocate them and wouldn’t want to reciprocate them either way?

The kind he would never want to be.

Still, it felt even more cruel to give James false hope. So he scribbled back a quick “no”, making sure no one saw him – the first and last word he would ever write to his soulmate. It was somehow rather fitting.

He put his gloves back on so no one could see the words on his skin until he had a chance to go and wash them, feeling sick the more he watched James write on himself over and over again and wait for an answer that would never come.

It was for the best. People could be – and were – happy with people that weren’t their soulmates all the time. James would finish the Academy and go back to this Grace girl and be happily ever after and forget this day had ever happened, and Matthew… he would find a way, as well. He would go quietly into darkness to not even risk ruining James’ happiness in any way.

After all, what was he even expecting? Who would even want to be his soulmate anyway?

#heronchild #james herondale #matthew fairchild #tlh #the last hours #nothing but shadows #nbs #tsc #the shadowhunter chronicles #soulmate au #fanfiction #nandawrites #original #mine #angst

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Hey!!! I’m here to contribute my theory on who the killer is but I’ll remain on anon so another person can have the chance to win the Drabble topic. I know whatever you write will be phenomenal and I’ll defs be reading.

I wrote a comment a while ago on chapter 9 saying I thought it was Pomfrey or McGonagall. Mainly I think that Ginny asking for birth control is a major clue that something was up. Given that Hinny was the most talked about couple the previous year and Ginny being so quick to say it was Neville makes it obvious imo.

However, you wrote a post maybe a week ago saying you don’t think that Mcgonagall knew what was going on and it completely threw me. You replied to the comment on the fanfic saying that one of our guesses was right so for about an hour I assumed it was Draco (mainly because I don’t think Hannah would kill anyone).

Now I think you wrote that post just to confuse us and I’m right back on the Mcgonagall train. There are sooo many clues. So here are my main arguments;

- Ginny said Mcgonagall was watching her like a hawk (knew she was getting more detentions than the rest of the school).

- McGonagall publicly threatened to kill Snape after Ginny was tortured in front of the school (need I say more?).

- Can’t remember much of this but didn’t McGonagall direct a student to take Amycus to the dungeons? (Knew where he was during the battle)

- Hermione mentioned that Ginny was failing all her classes (why hasn’t she been pulled out of school? Why hasn’t she notified her parents?)

- Also worth mentioning Ginny’s bad publicity in the media. (Wouldn’t that effect the schools reputation?)

Anyway that’s my main points. There’s probably more but I can’t think right now. if you hadn’t of said one of us was right, my other guesses would’ve been Snape, or Alectro for the drama.

I just want this post as evidence if I’m right and I can gloat to myself. Can’t wait for the next chapter!!! I’m assuming we find out?

oh anon! i'm so sorry you were wrong! this was a great theory!

spoilers for chapter 13 of castles under the cut

now, re:mcgonagall, this will be partially addressed in the next chapters (either 14 or 15 - i'm probably going to split 14 in half cause it's also a million words *sigh*) but i did tell the truth when i said i don't think she knows. or, more like, she knew without knowing, if that makes sense:

she knew that ginny was being targeted and in detention more than anyone else

she knew about pansy

she's an intelligent woman who knows that sexual abuse is a thing

yet, she didn't know. i think - as i said before - it's one of those situations where you know something, deep down, but the voice in your brain says: "no, that can't be." so, you try to find every excuse under the sun to rationalise it, because it's too horrible to comprehend. and, i think she rationalised by telling herself the situation with pansy was different. she's 1) not a minor and 2) in the death eater circles. i think mcgonagall thought: this is awful and disgusting and abusive, but pansy was willing, if that makes sense. and, she heard rumours, and saw the way amycus was looking at girls, but she just didn't want to believe it/see it. i think if she had known about ginny, she would have drawn the line there and told molly, sent ginny home. but i think she had some doubts and just... dismissed them. because it was too horrid to believe. sometimes, you just don't see what's right in front of your eyes.

(as a side note: this is particularly real in my head cause like - the sexual abuse of ginny in some form or other was always So Obvious to me. Because, i've said it a thousand times before but i'll say it louder: sex is a weapon of war. and i always believed something had happened. like, yes, the whole specific plot in castles is *a* version of it, of course, and i wanted to write it like that specifically for Reasons but generally - it's always been So Obvious to me that she would have been targeted somehow. she was harry's girlfriend! of course, they would have gone for that in some way, shape or form. we can have debates about whether or not she was raped or just humiliated, and who did it or whatever but god, i remember being 13 and reading dh for the first time and thinking about it. i remember being 17 and thinking about it. it's always been in the back of my mind, even though it didn't always take the specific form it took in castles.

and yet, i get so many comments, all the time to this day, telling me i'm crazy for even thinking it. it's crazy. it's horrible. it would never have happened. and, i get it. it's horrible. sure. and so... mcgonagall thinks so too, lol. mcgonagall is a bit of a vessel for everyone in my comment section who aren't... as bitter about the state of the world as i am, lol)

the reason i went with this version of events in castles is that in canon, you already have to reckon with the fact that first year students were being tortured in hogwarts and mcgonagall did nothing. or, at least, she let it happen. and, i've heard people say it was sloppy writing on jkr's part (which it could have been) but as i said in my previous post, the way i reconcile that is by thinking of war ethics and how your priorities change in wartime. i think you see that in castles at the beginning of chap 8 when mcgonagall locks all the gryffindors in the tower for a weekend after ginny gets tortured (which is obviously her first instinct), then slowly realises this can't be the solution forever. she can't just lock everyone in and keep them safe. then, she allows them to restart the DA for defence purposes. then, it slowly slips out of her control because she can't single-handedly control everyone. these are not normal conditions where she can just be stern and impose detentions and students will obey. here, her students won't obey. even during the battle, she can't get all the underage kids out - it's chaos. and, part of her is proud of they for not obeying. so, i think there's a lot of internal conflict there that sort of culminates in her deciding that she will do anything she can to keep them alive. she can't keep them safe but she can keep them alive, so i think that's where her priorities shift.

and, don't get me wrong, i think there's a lot of reckoning she has to do with the choices she made - after the war ends. i think that's where the "letting ginny party" issue comes from. at the beginning of the year, kingsley persuades her to allow 7th years to get out at weekends. i think she agrees because he's the minister, but also because she feels guilty that these children have had to fight in a war, and they're not really "children" anymore, and that was her fault. or at least she perceives it as such. and, she wants them to have a life, to get better, to be kids again, so she's less strict with them than she used to be. i think she sees the damage the war has done to these children, which she very much perceives as her children, and she couldn't/didn't protect them last year. and, she's sort of like: okay, have fun, please. at the end of chapter 13, there's a line in ginny's letter where she says she doesn't want to be in the castle cause it feels like she's drowning. i think mcgonagall sees that - knows that. and so, what do you do? do you force your kids to stay inside the castle where they can see ghosts and traumatic memories everywhere they turn, or do you let them go out and party, even if it affects their grades? it's an impossible dilemma, especially when you're reckoning with your own guilt and responsibility in their trauma.

i think she goes back and forth on it all year, especially in the second term where things get a bit out of hand. and, i think it's not just ginny - they all struggle in different ways. i mean - neville and luna are at grimmauld half the time as well. hell, hermione is always asking to be in london for reasons x, y, z. ron's birthday, wedding dress shopping... and, i think mcgonagall has this problem where it's like: where do you draw the line? regarding ginny, i think she tries to discipline, but ginny just doesn't care. doesn't show up. and, so what do you do? exclude her? that's even worse, cause then she's just out in the wild. call her parents? they know and clearly have no grip either. you can't discipline kids who've fought in a war the same way you discipline kids who haven't. i mean, they were tortured as a form of discipline - what do you do with them afterwards? especially when these kids aren't minors anymore, when you sort of let it happen, and when the war happened in your own "home". and, so yeah, i think in 98/99 hogwarts is still a bit out of control. mcgonagall is just doing her best with what she has, while living with her own guilt at the same time.

so, yeah, in short: mcgonagall didn't kill amycus. she didn't know about ginny but she probably should have known, and didn't want to know. mcgonagall's not a saint, and i think there's a lot of hints in canon that she could have done better, that year, and i wanted to keep that in castles. she just... is human. and tries her best. and, yeah, there's a lot of guilt and imperfections in that, but it is what it is.

#asked and answered #castles

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aloeboba · 1 year

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A/N: I posted this somewhere else and then I realized I could have posted it here, too (link at the bottom). I'm a sucker for domestic fluff and soft dates and I thought of this little drabble and wrote it down 👌 idk why I wrote Hitoshi like that if there even a way to describe it (vvv Soft) but it felt right. This also was written in like 20 or so minutes and only proofread for grammar errors

I hope you like it!

Synopsis: Hitoshi teaches Mina how to paint one afternoon

University/College AU/Aged Up Characters/No Quirks/Domestic/Fluff

For the past hour, Mina had been sitting in Hitoshi lap while he guided her hand with a paint brush applying gentle strokes to the small canvas in front of them. His arm was wrapped around her waist and his head was placed comfortably on her shoulder as he watched the progress of the art and taught her and waited patiently.

Minas hand had been holding the hand that was around her middle and giving it a gentle squeeze every now and than when Hitoshi had given her a little bit of praise when a stroke was particularly soft and almost perfect (which was often).

Hitoshi had been in one of the empty art studios when Mina had called him after practice to hang out and he ended up asking her if she wanted to paint something and with a little bit of persuasion, she agreed. It was the weekend so there were few classes being taught and mostly everyone was out doing there own thing so no one to bother them during the creative process.

She dabbed a pale yellow onto her brush and quickly added it to the canvas in delicate little lines in layers for added texture to which Hitoshi responded with a gentle squeeze to her waist and smiled lightly. "Oh, very nice." He said softly and affectionately rubbed his nose into her shoulder.

All these compliments and he was doing most of the work. She was merely a vessel to his artistry despite being a little restricted if anything but he still continued to silently guide and teach her.

Mina nibbled her bottom lip in concentration trying her best not to somehow screw up even though Hitoshi was mostly in control of this piece but she still wanted it to look good and it had really been starting to pull together the more little details he added. "You're so good at this stuff." She thinks aloud as she tilts her head to the side and gets a better look at the picture. "I still don't know why you wanted me to try-"

Her voice was cut off by Hitoshi shushing her and dabbing a bit more yellow onto the paint brush. "Less talking, more art." Is all he says with a grin and leading her hand clutching the brush back to the canvas.

She stops talking immediately and follows his hand. Mina was good with her body. Controlling it, moving, expression through dance, the whole thing but she had never been so artistically inclined like her boyfriend. In fact, she was pretty sure she hadn't painted since 3rd grade yet she was still willing to try for him.

With one last stroke, they set the brush down and stared at the canvas to absorb the picture they were seeing. "Oh my, would you look at that?" Hitoshi says wrapping his other hand around her waist and grinning more. "You're becoming quite the artist and at such a good start, too." He ended off by pressing a kiss to her cheek.

With awestruck eyes and a surprised look on her face, Mina stared in shock at the painting. She had somehow helped Hitoshi paint an almost realistic water lily in the span of just over an hour and it didn't look too bad either; she was really quite amazed.

Heat began to rise to her cheeks and she leaned her back against his chest a little more. "You're such an amazing artist." She blinked a few times then smiled. "I could never, Ever do something like this on my own."

"But didn't you?" He raises an eyebrow and gives another squeeze to her waist. "I just helped. I'm pretty sure this was all you."

Mina laughs a little and shakes her head. Obviously, he did most of the work but he was happy he could teach her something he loved and got to spend time with her in his element. Hitoshi brought his hand up to her face to brush a few strands of her hair behind her ear. "You know, you're also very talented at this. This painting has a very certain Mina Charm to it, don't you think?" He continued to gaze back and forth between her and the canvas. "It wouldn't look as good without you."

Mina pats his face affectionately and shakes her head one more time. "Fine." She starts to poke his cheeks now. "I'll take the credit."

They both smile and sit in silence for a little longer before he speaks up again. "You know what? I'm going to frame this and hang it up in my apartment." He nuzzles his face into her hair making her laugh quietly. "Just to remind me of this."

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savannahsdeath · 8 months

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i can just imagine ellie writing ‘boobs’ on a calculator and then showing the reader all proud like she accomplished something amazing

'*•.¸♡ math ♡¸.•*'

i cant stop giggling like omgdhshsbwgx this is so ellie coded!! also i was supposed to just react to this ask but i have no self control and wrote a full drabble based on it💔

❥︎studying with ellie never seemed like a smart idea. it's even worse when you had to do an assignment in duos and you were, of course, grouped with her. she was your girlfriend, you should be happy, but you knew you'll end up doing everything for her, and you wished that she would at least try to be useful for once.

she wasn't.

❥︎you sat together at the back of the class. you were solving difficult equations on a piece of paper with your names on it. you had to fight the urge to draw an x on the top of it, where 'ellie williams' was written, and add a note like 'i did it all alone!!'. then you noticed her intensively staring at you, and as soon as you shot her a confused look she explained herself with; "you're pretty when you're focused. and so smart." and the look of pure admiration on her doe eyes... let's just say you let her name stay.

➺

"can you help me?" you asked rhetorically, only to prepare her for the simplest task you could think of for her. you passed her your calculator, and started dictating. "one thousand four hundred and seventy five."

she hestitated and frowned. "can you say it in like... numbers?"

your jaw dropped and you also frowned, so now both of you looked confused. "what do you mean 'in numbers'? i just told you..."

the realization hit you.

"god, ellie, are you really that stu-"

"shut up!" she cut you off, embarrased. "you just said it quickly, i didn't understand..."

"suuuure." you sarcastically rolled your eyes. "just type it in already. it's one, four, seven, five - in numbers. plus three, seven, seven, two. multiply that by eleven, and..." as the command went on, you made sure to read the oh so huge numbers digit by digit. just before the last one, ellie nudged your elbow and showed you the calculator. when she turned it upside down, the numbers 58008 created her favourite word. this wasn't the number it should be, though ellie's proud expression made you realize she thinks your order ended already and she had every right to do... that.

"ellie..." you mumbled. "what is this?"

she laughed and pointed at the small screen. "isn't that cool?!"

you waited a moment in silence, before slowly nodding your head. "i get you didn't do what i asked you to?"

"i typed one, four, seven five..." she explained defensively.

"but you didn't do the whole equation?" you dropped the paper and turned in her direction. she only gave you another confused look, the one she always has during math, when she tries to understand anything. "why would i ask you to write a number without meaning to solve something containing it? did you really think i told you to do it, just for you to look at it for a while?"

her eyes shined and she seemed to realize something. "oh, so you needed me to count something? ahhh, makes sense. i was wondering what's so special about this number that you wanted to show me it. hey, can you write this one down, tho? i'm scared i'll forget it, and i want to show it to jesse."

she pointed at the '58008' again, and you wrote it down. she turned the paper upside down, visibly disappointed that it doesn't work the same with your handwriting, which makes 8 looks like... 8, not a B, or the straight top of the '5' making it way different than S.

she looked up at you, wanting to ask you to write it in the 'calculator's font', but instantly changed her mind after seeing your expression. "are you mad at me?"

she just made you lose a few minutes and be the last group to end your assignment. but her pouty face, looking at you so hopefully, like a lost puppy begging you to take it to your home...

"no, of course not!" you shook your head and smiled. "just try to focus on... or, you know what? just sit still and let me do this."

she excitedly nodded but, just as you expected, she didn't really understand the 'sit still' part.

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