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dinosaurtsukki · 3 years

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sports promoter!kuroo + taking care of his pregnant wife

anon: Hi ur farmer kita and atsumu x pregnant reader fics were so good and heartwarming is it alright to ask for a kuroo one 👉👈

i think i got this request right after releasing the atsumu one and i’m so glad you guys have been liking it so far! these have been super fun to write and i like having that mix of fluff and crack in these hc’s. SO YEAH I’M SUPER EXCITED FOR THIS KUROO ONE I HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT TOO !!

i feel like kuroo would be the type to fall for someone he’s known for quite some time because he likes that sense of familiarity with another person

the two of you had been good friends in high school and admittedly, you also had a crush on him because who didn’t

sadly, the two of you lost touch a bit when you entered different universities BUT you had a fateful run-in at the MSBY Jackals vs. Schweiden Adlers game

you were there as a journalist and you couldn’t mistake that familiar bedhead for anyone else so you just had to come over and say hi

meanwhile, kuroo couldn’t take his eyes off you, especially seeing how beautiful you look now

after you conducted your interviews, kuroo decided to straight-up ask if you were free later that evening and you were. he took you out to a nice restaurant and the two of you were able to catch up

from then on, the two of you meet quite often, most especially at work because you were a journalist for a sports news channel

kuroo isn’t the type to beat around the bush so he ended up asking you out on an official date to which you said yes

he is the SWEETEST boyfriend. be prepared for lots of text messages filled with every heart emoji you can think of and him just dropping in randomly while you’re at work to give you hug or a kiss

despite how busy he is, kuroo loves making time for dates with you, whether it’s eating dinner together or catching a movie

you love the fact that even though he’s grown up, kuroo is still pretty much the same science-loving dork you fell for in high school

some of your at-home dates involve the two of you eating popcorn and watching the newest science documentary series on national geographic and discovery channel

idk why but i feel like kuroo is super into River Monsters and Shark Week and you find it cute how you can hear his little squeals of excitement while sitting on his lap

i feel like kuroo isn’t really the type of guy who thinks that marriage is an absolute must. as long as you guys love each other he’s down with living with you forever

and then he finds out that marriage has tax benefits and he’s like ‘guess i gotta put a ring on it’

jk it’s also because he loves you

*whispers* but tax benefits tho

kuroo is gonna be SUPER EXTRA about proposing to you. i’m talking dinner at a fancy restaurant, a trip to the rooftop, then he’ll have a fireworks display with the words ‘will you marry me?’ written across the sky (actually idk if this is illegal but lets pretend it isn’t)

now y’all are engaged

kuroo is honestly the best at wedding planning. he probably likes it more than you and he already has a pinterest board of wedding inspo and everything

he loves sending and showing you wedding cake ideas and even napkin folds so you have to rein him in a bit because kuroo gets excited really easily

you guys have a classic wedding but for the reception kuroo probably begged for you to have a nerdy theme. eventually you went with space exploration and kuroo showed up wearing a spacesuit

he also had a special dance number specifically prepared for you and he even got bokuto, akaashi, lev and kenma into it and it was amazing

was the number ‘i want it that way’ by the backstreet boys? yes

immediately after getting married, kuroo brings up the subject of having kids because he’s always wanted to have a family of his own and kids to raise

plus he knows you’ll be a GREAT mom

expect his ‘wanna have sex ;)’ texts to turn into ‘are you ovulating rn?’ texts kuroo pls stop this is embarassing

also i personally feel that even though kuroo is a science geek he also got into astrology because that’s what the kids are doing these days

you try to surprise him with birthday sex but then he’s all ‘y/n, if you get pregnant this month our baby is going to be a cancer and i don’t want that’

i hate u cancers, myself included

after choosing a due date zodiac sign for your baby, kuroo is ready to have a baby with you

when you find out you’re pregnant kuroo was actually at work but he ditched whatever he was doing and took a bus all the way home to see you

one of his favorite things to do is talk to your baby and caress your little bump and kuroo will talk about ANYTHING: the weather, how his day was, how beautiful you look every day, the new River Monsters episode

you: kuroo, please that’s the fifth time you’ve told our baby that catfish swallowing a man whole story

kuroo: you’re right. should i tell them the piranha story instead?

i just know that kuroo would be the type to film a video of the two of you all throughout your nine months of pregnancy to show the baby

it’s honestly so cute how excited he gets whenever he’s filming himself

kuroo: hey baby! it’s your dad, talking to you from the past. by that time, there will be flying cars--

you, from the other room: THERE WON’T BE

kuroo: okay, hoverboards tho

he loves taking pictures of you and putting them in a little album for the memories. sometimes he’ll even show it to his friends or people at work (you have to tell him to stop tho because most of the pics are of you napping on the couch with junk food around you)

since he wants to be super prepared, kuroo would make sure that he takes time off work when your due date rolls around

when you feel your first contraction kuroo’s already there carrying you to the door and calling a taxi at the same time

he’s yelling out too many encouragements for you to focus on your breathing so you have to tell him to shut up for two minutes

i think kuroo would actually want to be in the delivery room to hold your hand and make sure everything’s okay and yell even more encouragements

except all his encouragements are related to volleyball

kuroo: give it one more good serve y/n!!

you: TETSUROU

kuroo’s the first one to hold your baby while you were still resting after the labor. he’s even there help the nurses give your child a bath

when a nurse comes up offering to put your child in the nursery kuroo’s all 🥺🥺but i wanna hold them 🥺🥺

when you wake up in the hospital room kuroo immediately rushes over to you with your child in his arms

kuroo: look y/n, it’s our child

you can tell that he’s very emotional

kuroo’s hugging the both of you real close and smiling at his little family

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ooo-babyboi · 3 years

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Kenma x G/N!Reader Oneshot: Ground Cake

a/n: dang, i really said ‘falling off the face of the earth ✌🏼 bai boo’

take this kenma fic i wrote in two hours as an apology :))

also can you tell i gave up on making titles

FIC ENTAILS: stress from school work, ghosting, online friends with kenma :>, minecraft being everyones coping mechanism, picnic date <3, lack of sleeps, idk what to say pls

one in the morning, that’s when you had felt most productive, unfortunately. the moon casted a misty glow through your blinds as you sat at your desk, computer on.

the assignments were always piling on each other, as if they were a globish monster ready to consume you. while you really did try to finish them, it was just getting to be too much. you prayed that there was an escape-

ding

watery eyes (from the blue light or overwhelming stress, who knows) gazed towards the top of your screen, in search for the notification.

applepi: >:( i know ur awake, ur sleep schedule is as shit as mine

u havent been on in a while, u okay?

you clicked over to discord, opening the message fully. you really hadn’t been on in a couple days. or maybe it was a week or two, who knows.

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: haha

im fine, dw :))

applepi: you use :)) when ur upset :/

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: ffs y can u read me like an open book

applepi: only thing im good at 😎

rlly tho, whats up?

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: idk, everything feels like garbage

a dumpster on fire

applepi: that sounds

✨shitty✨

minecraft = coping mechanism

wanna play?

ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: lol sure

a ring came from your computer, alerting you that he was voice calling you. you cleared your throat quickly before picking up, letting out a little hello.

“go on our usual server, ‘kay? i updated the base,” applepi murmured.

you hummed in agreement, “what did you do?”

the line was silent as you entered the world, only caves and dungeons visible till the land loaded.

“apple? what did you do to the base?” you asked again.

“oh sorry, i spaced out. you can call me ken, by the way. uh, i added an extra room, come look.”

your characters ran together through the base to an unfamiliar hallway, which lead outside to a pathway to a dark oak forest.

“im scared, are you gonna kill me again? bombard me with skellies? have me trip over a wire and fall in lava?” you questioned, though still running behind him.

“no, that got old after, like, the third time,” ken chuckled.

“i’m still upset about that, i was farming endermen and i lost all those ‘pearls,” you scoffed, although he could tell you were messing around.

“m’kay, farmer n/n, look.”

in an opening in the forest, red and white carpets were placed down with lanterns on the trees. you could feel the grin ken wore while his character crouched several times.

“wait, that’s not it,” he broke a carpet and placed a cake down, “bam, there we go. you like it?”

it was silent for a moment, then you let out a loud laugh. tears pricked in your eyes as you hunched over, the biggest smile on your face.

“i hope those are good laughs, it didn’t take me very long, but i just thought it might make you feel better,” ken huffed.

“very good laughs, ken. thank you, it’s very nice,” you wiped your eyes clear of tears.

“good, now come eat this cake with me before i eat the whole thing myself.”

“yum, ground cake, sounds very appetizing,” you teased.

“just get over here, you sap.”

you both had eaten the cake and sat in the picnic area for a while, talking about anything and everything. after some time, the both of you moved on to exploring, as well as mining in some of the caves you saw earlier.

before you knew it, an orange haze beamed through your window. stretching, you popped a few bones, “morning already?”

“what? no.”

“real life, ken, look out the window,” you snickered.

“oh, i guess it is- oh god.”

“wha-”

the mic didn’t pick it up very well, but you could hear a brief yell from ken’s side, along with, “suck my ass, kuro! i’m playing minecraft!”

“pftt-”

laughing ensued between you too, then it fell silent. Although, it was quite comfortable with a few giggles here and there.

“someday, if your not a 35 year old man, maybe we’ll meet in person and have a real picnic,” ken mused.

“thankfully i’m not a 35 year old man.” (if you are 👀 leave)

“hmmm, that sounds like something a 35 year old man would say-”

“oh shut up,” you interjected, smiling.

you agreed when ken asked if you would be on later, snorting when you said ‘just for you’. with that, you both logged off, putting your status to ‘invisible’.

sitting in your chair, you thought about what an actual picnic with ken would be like. then you drifted on thinking about what ken would be like. little did you know kenma was thinking about it too, well, till kuroo started yelling at him again.

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lazywonderlvnd · 4 years

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this is a tiny soft birthday piece for @l0vegl0wsinthedark -- you deserve way more than u think u do my angel and i hope this lifts ur spirits just enough to enjoy ur day like u should (and while i’m finishing a whole ass fic for you) happy birthday ilysm ❤️❤️❤️

includes: lots of weed smoking, kissing boys, and a room full of gryffindors and slytherins getting along

The chair is definitely made for one person, but that hasn’t stopped Draco from making himself comfortable on Harry’s lap in an entitled manner reminiscent of Crookshanks. In fact Crookshanks, in Harry’s opinion, looks a bit annoyed at the stolen bit of real estate. He’s contented himself with Ron’s lap but he’s watching Draco with an almost human expression of contempt.

There’s a layer of smoke sitting stagnant at about head height, like a potent cloud, that Harry had noticed five minutes ago and can’t unsee now. Had they really smoked that much?

He looks around the room: at Seamus, who is speaking rapidly and with extravagant hand gestures to Blaise in an Irish accent so thick Harry can make out only one in five words; at Hermione, with one of the two circulating joints in hand, laughing with tears in her eyes at something Ginny’s just said; at Luna, holding the other and staring peacefully off into space, completely unaware of Pansy sneaking glances at her. Yes, perhaps they had smoked that much. Goyle looks utterly blazed too, his eyes bloodshot and slitted, fingers positively caked with cheese dust from a bag of crisps.

Bringing his focus back round to Draco on his lap — who is, from his position, engaged in conversation with Dean — Harry gives a great yawn and shifts a bit, trying to relieve the slight tingling in his right leg. Draco readjusts himself without missing a beat, moving some of his weight around to Harry’s other thigh and continuing uninterrupted in his spiel about … well, Harry’s not sure, really. He thinks it’s something about some artist or another, Draco’s current obsession.

“Harry!”

He turns, blinking, to see Hermione holding the joint towards him and shaking it. The ash falls off and lands on the carpet.

“Oh — oops,” she giggles. “Sorry. I said your name a million times. Here, take it, it’s yours.”

He leans over the arm of the chair to reach out as far as he can while being weighed down with Draco, stretching towards her on the sofa, and just manages to snag it with his fingertips. She pulls out her wand and cleans the ash, then turns back to Ginny.

Harry drops his head back and takes a hit, pulling the smoke into his lungs, holding it there, and then blowing it out towards the ceiling. He watches with fascination as it joins seamlessly with the larger cloud. He’s become completely neutralised to the smell of the weed but he keeps getting whiffs of Draco’s shampoo, a brand new one he keeps raving about that’s supposed to work all kinds of wonders on his scalp and hair follicles. All Harry really gives a shit about, though, is that Draco’s smelled like coconut lately, which he very much likes.

He lifts his head and takes another hit, but this time he brings his mouth close to Draco’s ear and blows the smoke into it, causing him to cringe away, startled, while Dean starts laughing.

“You’re so fucking annoying when you’re high,” says Draco, trying for scolding except that his eyes are bright and he can’t quite keep a smile off his face. “Give me that.” He snatches the joint from Harry and brings it to his lips, letting the smoke drift out through his nose and looking like the world’s loveliest and smallest dragon. He must see the way Harry’s looking at him because after he takes his second hit he leans down with a coy grin and Harry meets him halfway in a kiss so Draco can breathe the smoke into his mouth. His tongue follows shortly after and Harry loves the way he can taste the weed on it, earthy and bittersweet.

He loses himself in it quickly, his hazy, sluggish brain happily forgetting the presence of eight or nine of their friends around them as he drinks his fill. All that’s real or matters is the warm, solid weight of Draco in his lap, the smell of weed and coconut, his soft lips and wet tongue and the gentle fingers on his jaw, stroking lightly. His own hand, the one not draped behind Draco’s back, finds his hip and snakes beneath his shirt, just enough to graze warm skin. Draco smiles against his mouth and hums into the kiss before pulling away and trailing his lips towards Harry’s ear.

“I’d settle down if I were you,” he says softly, his breath tickling Harry’s neck. It’s only then that Harry realises he’s got a semi that’s beginning to dig into Draco’s arse and he lets out a quiet laugh. Just to be cheeky, he brings his lips to Draco’s jaw and kisses down his neck, grinning when he feels Draco shiver.

“But I’m enjoying myself so much,” he whispers, hand sliding from Draco’s hip to his lap, where he squeezes over his half-hard cock, causing him to squirm and gasp in surprise. He grabs Harry’s hand and pulls it away with pink cheeks while Harry laughs against his neck.

“Oi, d’you two fucking mind!” comes Dean’s voice, and Harry looks up to see him watching them with raised eyebrows.

“You don’t have to watch,” Harry tells him, ripping his hand out of Draco’s grip to squeeze his thigh this time, delighted by the squawk of indignation.

“Draco’s still holding the joint, you pillock,” says Dean. “And he’s about to singe your arm with it.”

“I’m not about to singe anybody, you troglodyte,” Draco says, whipping round to glare at him. “Not all of us are bumbling Gryffindor barbarians born without a trace of elegance in our blood —”

“Ow!” Harry yells, snatching his arm from around Draco’s back when something scalding hot touches his skin. Dean descends into howls of laughter while Draco takes Harry’s arm and starts apologising profusely. He goes as far as chucking the joint at Dean, whose laughter subsides as it lands in his lap and he jumps out of his chair before it can burn him. Harry can see it beginning to burn a hole in the carpet.

This is not by any means the first time this carpet has seen a lit joint. Hermione has fixed most of the damage but here and there are obvious reminders, which Harry actually quite likes. There is, he thinks, such a thing as too much cleanliness and perfection. If a burn mark on his carpet is a memory of a good time, he can’t see what’s so bad about it.

“I’m so sorry, Harry,” Draco coos, lifting his arm and pressing a soft kiss to the tiny burn mark.

“You did that on purpose,” says Harry, affecting a deep, childish frown that makes Draco laugh. He cups Harry’s cheeks and kisses his lips once, twice, three times, then his cheek, before pulling away.

“Better?”

“Oh, I’ll need more than that if you wanna make up for burning me,” Harry tells him, cheeky grin back in place. Draco rolls his eyes and Harry hears both Dean and Ron making retching noises while Seamus wolf-whistles.

“Who has the other joint?” Dean asks as he drops the roach into an ashtray on the coffee table. “Someone needs to roll a new one.”

“Harry, you do it,” says Pansy. “Blaise did the last two and they were terrible.”

“What the fuck?” Blaise says, glaring at her. “They were fucking decent, what’re you on about?”

“Harry?” Pansy presses, ignoring him. “Will you? Yours are the best.”

“That’s because he’s good with his hands,” Draco says, bringing his lips to Harry’s cheek again where Harry can feel him grinning.

“You have to get off my lap then,” says Harry, prompting a heavy pout from Draco that makes him look twelve.

“Just do it on my lap, it’s not that hard.”

Harry huffs out a breath but agrees; he likes Draco’s warm weight and doesn’t really care if it’s a little more difficult to do, but mostly it’s because in spite of the burn he’s still half-hard and doesn’t necessarily need everyone seeing it. Dean brings over the flat tray with a mirrored base that Harry likes to use for this purpose and sets it down on Draco’s lap.

Draco makes a game of kissing his neck while he’s trying to roll the joints, causing him to fumble several times to the general chagrin of the room at large.

When he’s finished, Dean removes the tray and all the scattered, ground-up weed on its surface and takes the joints, lighting them both and handing one off to Seamus so the rounds can begin again. Harry wonders vaguely how long it would take for the whole room to fill with smoke and eventually suffocate them.

Draco’s nuzzling his cheek now and Harry slips his arm back around him.

“We should kick everyone out after they finish these ones,” he hums into Harry’s ear. “I’m very anxious to make up for burning your poor arm.”

Harry laughs and squeezes his hip playfully, but he also feels his cock twitch with interest. Their friends will come again, plenty of times; more important is the very baked, very randy Draco in his lap whose mouth looks more inviting by the minute.

“Yeah, all right,” he agrees.

“Good,” Draco says and kisses his cheek once again. His touchy-feeliness is one of Harry’s very favourite things about Draco when he smokes. It’s like he can’t help it. “I’m gonna get some lemonade actually, do you want anything, love?”

“I’m okay,” says Harry. “Don’t be long.”

With another kiss — on his mouth this time — Draco stands up and Harry takes the opportunity to swat his arse before he walks away. Draco yelps and blushes and smacks his arm but he’s smiling, and it makes Harry’s heart even lighter than the weed does.

#weed cw #ily have some fluffy domestic boys smoking weed and being soft when u wake up #happy birthday ❤️❤️❤️#anna writes #drabble

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jimlingss · 3 years

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coming off of anon because i’m just gonna regret it if i don’t tbh

anyways kina your writing is just, it’s so bubbly and warm and invigorating. i’m personally super big on aus like angels and devils, guardian angels, soulmates, and all of the sweet romantic things that you’ve written about. I’m just overwhelmed thinking about everything about you that i love and i hope everything has been treating you well these past few months. thank for you all of this. also thank you for putting magic of mysteries up so high because i remember someone reblogged it joking about your furry writer phase and i was ultimately hooked?? all of your stories are read at 2 am for me and god deli diaries made me cry, truth between us made me cry so hard, honestly so many of ur fics are just wow.

anyways i hope you’re having a wonderful day. my best wishes for your future and hope you have fun with muster!!! <33

nurseryy asked: also thank u for leaving ur fics up. i remember going through some writers whole masterlist and then they left (which i understand) and then i had nothing else to read but!! i want to read your whole masterlist, little by little, and as much as that means i would be able to gush about how cool this one line in your fic was, i can still enjoy your works!!

nurseryy asked: also i’m about to read the end rn before you leave tumblr so i’ll let you know how that goes....lol... (also!! can we ever get a discord drop 😩😩)

lol so guess what.... i finished the end.....

honestly, i think i related to this fic a lot. not saying that seokjin will ever see me when i’m thirty and tell me he’s my husband, but y/n in this story made me rlly happy. like content idk. i think when i first went into this i could understand how y/n felt, like i never really needed extravagant parties because it never felt special? like i don’t mind having a cake alone, as long as i’m okay with what i have.

i think i used to joke about how money can actually buy you happiness because materialistic things would contribute to less financial stress, blah blah blah. but in yoongi’s story y/n is like sad. she’s alone, and like despite having everything she needs to survive, it doesn’t feel good when yoongi can’t be with her. and it kind of struck a chord in me because yoongi kind of gives her these empty promises, and i’ve honestly done that too, and it was a reflection of how that treated others around me, so it was a slap in the face, but a good way!! helps me grow as a person lol

with hoseok her feeling of being lonely even when everyone was around her resonated too much with me- LMFAO but his story and the way y/n never felt like she could keep up is how i feel with my friends sometimes and it just feels nice to read about her situation whether or not it’s real

namjoond was where i began to tear up because the feeling of not being good enough is honestly prevalent and the way seokjin and y/n comment on the life that y/n was in with joon. like to an extent, youre happy, but it’s internal turmoil that makes you feel frustrated and like not enough

anyways with jimins story they seemed happy, like it felt like they were picking up the pieces as best as they could but at the end of the day, it didn’t work out, because ambition wasn’t enough. and dance is so competitive so honestly jimin still trying to pursue that dream is very commendable

taehyungs family felt sweet at first. everyone looked happy, they looked close and i honestly was thinking about how in some ways, it felt nice to be preoccupied. and ik that’s it’s not taehyungs fault and he just wants the best for the family, but the stroller was like a good way of showing that what you want doesn’t correlate with what someone else might want?? and at the end of the day, she just cried, because it was so overwhelming, and just so much, and i literaly could never-

ANYWAYS jungkooks was fast paced. straight to the point. sweet in a way, cheesy, but sad. like you can see how jungkook tries to cheer her up and it’s sad to see how they pretend it’s fine, when in reality it’s not. like when he gets into the accident and tells her how he was supposed to go home with the money and make her proud, it’s just not what she wants, but jungkooks life in that story had always been built on chasing goals.

oh seokjin bestie eye cried so hard and honestly that feeling of seokjin thinking that he wish he would listen and he wish he could have done better hurts??? and the way he tries to make up for it by choosing someone else for her makes me so freaking sad and i was bawling at this point??? and when he wanted to get medicine for her and didn’t know what was wrong like god damn- feels. AND THE WAY HE REMEMBERS THE LITTLE THINGS OH MY GOD LIKE TULIPS AND HER MOMS NAME AND SHIT LIKE PLS I LOVE THAT MAN

anyways uh i agree the end was a fucking masterpiece and lord i’m so sorry if you got here and had to read through paragraphs of me sobbing and ranting but the story was just so good and i’m gonna simply think about this forever thank you kina!! anyways i loved the fic lol it was a BANGER

my goodness, thank you for sending in so many extensive messages hahah I really appreciate it. first of all, thank you for the kind words. I'm happy to hear you love my stories so much :') second of all, I am very ecstatic to hear that you enjoyed the end. and that you could relate to it!! It's always nice to see what readers think about each part/member's part. You definitely hit the nail on the head for a lot of them!! one thing I'll say is that it was important for me to show that the OC didn't really want anything extravagant. at the end of the day a small celebration + cake would've sufficed because what really mattered was the company she had - company which was all she really wanted. anyway, glad that you thought it was a banger :D :D

#Jimlings

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smellycinnamonthundahfudge · 6 years

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a year ago, i was tagged by @suplosers on two questionnaires and it is only now, a year later that i was able to answer em. i’m so sorry it took me this long but yah i’m just glad to get thru dis milestone, answering the first tumblr get to know ya post i was @ at... yaayyy ^^

rules: answer these 85 statements and tag 20 people.

I tag: tbd haha i still have to dig thru meh notifs to see which ones apparently took an interest in me so i’d like to take an interest in as well haha but oh @you-guys--are-losers, ur doing this whahaha hope it’s not too much of a bother, no presh watsoever ;3

the last

1. drink: ughh it's dis shitty stuff called hydrite w/c is basically salt water cus im sick rn and it's supposed to rehydrate ur shts or something hahaha

but dat was like a week ago... as of da moment i posted dis, it’s coffee from mini stop dat i drank at like 530 in da morn while i waited until i could enter the school cus i had to commute 3 hours w/ lil to none sleep

2. phone call: my father or one of my best friends

3. text message: the last one i texted was my sister and the last one i got a text from was dis org in school about the location for recruitment/auditions/interview

4. song you listened to: billy jean by michael jackson and i listened to it for meh tomdaya fic hahaha. But i also listened to halo by beyonce, untouchable and dress by taylor swift, and some other songs magmt mentions in her tomdaya fic hehe a week ago

rn, a metal cover of toxic by our last night

5. time you cried: haha i don't actually remember the context of it (i could find out tho haha cus i sent da pic to my best friend) but i took a pic of it while i did it which was on... july 16 hahaha. Oh but w8 oh sht i think i cried after that fudge w8 i don't remember the date (i think i can find this out too hahaha) but i wrote a sortof goodbye confessions letter to one of my dear friends and i wrote there that i externally cried (b4 i just said internally haha) so i'm not entirely sure i cried but i think im pretty sure i teared up hehe

6. dated someone twice: hahaha i haven't even had a legit love interest yet 😆😂 buuutt my best friend and i have "dated" as in spent entire days together w/ just the two of us, we even went to mcdonalds for valentine's day and got each other gifts hihihi aahhh gosh i miss her :'(

7. kissed someone and regretted it: haha im not even sure if dis happened and i have no plans on asking her about it but i remember when i was a kiddo, when my sis came home for some reason i kissed her on the lips hahaha dont remember if accidental or i just brain farted heck i aint even sure if it happened but das all i can answer cus well like i said, see #6 😆😂😆😂

8. been cheated on: hhmmm probs not, i have no idea if ive been cheated on in an unromantic way hahaha but in da romantic way, like i said, no love interest hahaha

Oh w8 does being someone's crush (i aint sure but it seemed like it) and crushing on dat dude but dat dude crushing on someone else too count as cheating? 😆😂😆😂

9. lost someone special: yes, all of my grandparents are dead. I've also lost pets, and i fear i may lose some of my friends due to the distance among us in this time of our lives

10. been depressed: i always wanna be careful over how to define depression. Like wat constitutes it... but yes, i think i have. Not sure, mind you, but yes, at the beginning of gr 7 i was really alone, i think i was bullied and i think i was depressed and going thru a really dark phase of my life back then. But then again, i have to say, i'm not sure.

11. gotten drunk and thrown up: hahaha nope. I'm looking forward to getting drunk tho. Im currently underage so im not allowed to drink dat much yet but yeah i wanna know my limits hehehe i hope im da kinda gurl who can handle her liquor but i have drank and i have to say it made me all loopy and weird and just like woke or high or something hahaha so yeah man im excited to get trashed on my 18th bday hahaha (hopefully i get to do this tho huhuhu)

3 favourite colours

12. Pink

13. Blue

14. Gray

in the last year have you

15. made new friends: yyeeesssss and i'm so glad i have hihi. I have made friends w/ a select group of my blockmates and they're awesome and weird, i hope to strengthen our bond in da future hehe. Ooohhh and i sure hope that you guys are losers is my friend cus she's been rlly great :')

16. fallen out of love: i guess the closest i've come to falling out of love in a romantic way is moving on from da heavy crushin on meh crush. But i dunno, i still think he's a unicorn n pretty special to me so i dunno hahaha.

But bro, i do think i have fallen out of love. With tv shows, with characters. Like i used to be so passionate about a few shows and characters but now all i have towards them is regret heck i cant even remember wat dey are but i know dat der was love lost. I know it.

17. laughed until you cried: hahaha yaasss i think so. It's either when i was with my best dearest friends or during the class of dis really cool and funny as heck joker teacher who makes us laugh in EVERY SINGLE CLASS hahaha ahhh das guy's so cool

18. found out someone was talking about you: oohh yah yah i think so. Either from my best friends or from a few of my old classmates i care about and had gotten close with. Da best friend ones was about something in my past/history (g7) and the classmates one i think was just dem talking about me and they told me about it ooohhh i think it was my crush hahahaha. They told me dat my crush actually admired me a lot hehe. There was one time my friend (the one who told me about dis) was putting make up on me for a school film, and my crush was da cam guy and he told my friend i looked pretty. Sooo im pretty lucky dat- oh sht w8 i dunno if it's dis year but oh w8 no, it was on my bday last year (dec 20) and da same friend said she was sorry cus apparently da bois make fun of me or something and she was sorry cus she laughed along too hahaha but i didnt mind cus i know im weird and i dont even know what dey say about me in da first place hahahaha. Ok das it im done, i think ive overshared now hahaha 😆😂😆😂

19. met someone who changed you: my best friends. Ive thought about it based on wat sup losers said about change for da better and i dont rlly think of change as something dat happens quick, i think it happens over time and u dont even notice it. So ok oh sht i think im wrong cus i met my best friends 4/6 years ago hahaha but for reals tho, i was in a dark place and if it werent for dem i think id still be lost lonely and sad. Uuhhmmm in regards to answering the question correctly, i guess my blockmates count since they inspire/challenge me to be better. OH SHT W8 i def think you guys are losers and dead end street and tomdaya receipts and tout de suite have changed me hehehe. Da first 2 in dat dey inspired me to write more hehe. Da 1st one inspired me to do this so i think this counts as change hehe. And da last 2 changed me in dat bcus i met dem, i became OBSESSED w/ tomdaya hahaha.

20. found out who your friends are: yes, i have actually. And it's all because i am now currently a college freshman as well as my friends.

21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: hahaha my fam i guess hahaha. But no one in a romantic context.

general

22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: hhmmm i guess id say about 200 since i know 4 sections of around 40 ppl and da rest is like fam and ppl ive met once/twice or have passed by haha

23. do you have any pets: yaaaassss 3 doggos: albie, juju, and biggie girl. Juju has a pupper named tchalla called dat cus he black hehehe and biggie has 2 biglets named mermer (meredith) and crissy (cristina) cus they're sisters 😍😊😊

My fam have also had a buncha dogs n puppers before but they were either given away or passed away. My bro also has dis cat named bob and i think he counts as a semi pet since my bro's home is a fam home.

24. do you want to change your name: uuhhh i wish i had an alliterative name like superheroes. Buutt im pretty happy w/ my name :')

25. what did you do for your last birthday: oohhhh i think i was at my section's christmas party it was pretty nice n emotional and i spent da rest of da day w/ 2 of meh best friends who bought me cake n food when my own fam didn't 😆😂😆😂

26. what time did you wake up: 4 am to shit cus im sick, but fell asleep again and officially got up around 730 or 8ish

27. what were you doing at midnight last night: haha tryna stay awake cus i had to drink meh meds and failed oh so much and i think i was asleep by midnight hahaha

28. name something you can’t wait for: tomdaya content, chatting/being w/ my best friends, watching da stuff i wanna watch, tumblring, reading sht i wanna read, vacation, writing fanfics, learning how to do a buncha stuff (write screenplays, make films n gifs, draw better), my bday when i hopefully get to do wat i want haha, avengers 4 and smffh, and captain marvel and antman and the wasp too i guess haha oh and the incredibles 2 and httyd 3 😍😍😍 oohhh and crazy rich asians

29. when was the last time you saw your mom: on monday which was when i was at home and not at my dad's n sis' n i's apartment in manila for school/work

31. what are you listening to right now: commercials on da tv as i answer this long ass questionnaire hahaha

32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: hahaha i had to think about dis one but yah i have actually haha he was my gr 8 class mate n i like to think semi friend back den at least haha. Oh w8 but he doesn't go by tom tho, it's just thomas haha

33. something that is getting on your nerves: myself hahaha my shitty lazy ass procrastinating self hahaha 😅🙍

34. most visited website: fb specifically messenger, youtube, and tumblr

35. hair colour: hmmm black w/ a bit of brown i guess (ASIAN, YO! 😆😂😆😂)

36. long or short hair: neither, medium i guess haha. I like how long hair looks but it's such a bother n hassle haha. So i def would prefer short hair on a practical standpoint hahaha (im actually thinking of shaving the hair above my nape, yknow on da back of my head hehe)

37. do you have a crush on someone: well i dont have dat much of a crush on da crush i mentioned before, like i said haha. I have a crush on tomdaya, does dat count? 😆😂

38. what do you like about yourself: hahahaha nothing 😆😂😆😂🙍

Naahh uhhh i guess i like how much i love tv shows, i love meh fangirl self, and i like how diff n unique n weird i am, how i stand out, n dat i think my dreams are noble n worth tryin out. N i like how supportive n nice i am n im just chill on da outside haha. N sometimes i like meh face hehe. And i think dat im hilarious n weird n ppl should appreciate me more hahaha das y i crave for more validation dan consulting researchers hahaha (no one laughs at dat jokes and it's like im da only one who finds it funny and come on, man, i managed to make a research joke. Cant ya give a girl a break?)

n i guess sometimes it's good how much i care but sometimes i wish my feels could just chill for just like a minute pls

Thanks, man. I usually just focus on meh bad qualities so thanks for dis question, man :')

oh and i like dat i can swim hehe

39. piercings: i have holes on my ears for earrings but i don't really wear dem

40. blood type: a, i think?

41. nickname: sam, sab, and i rlly want to be called smells cus it's like a more me version of mels from melody hahaha

42. relationship status: single, yo. Oh w8 but i am married to my bed and fandoms so dey always come first. Plus i love my friends 😍😊

43. zodiac: sagittarius i think but i dont rlly know/care about zodiac sht. Tho it's nice if it does match up hehe

44. pronouns: uhhh i dont know wat to put here but i assume dis refers to wat i wish to be referred by ssoooo she, her, and a genderless pronoun in my language siya

45. favourite tv show: ughh i cant choose. Friends, grey's anatomy, phineas and ferb, avatar: the last airbender, black mirror, doctor who, and all of michael schur's stuff, and modern family, grimm, person of interest, pushing daisies, scrubs, happy endings, forever, how i met your mother, gravity falls, sherlock, and yknow wat? Yah, supernatural too and the httyd shows and suits :') oooohhh w8 and how to get away w/ murder and i guess big bang theory as well 😃 the end of the fucking world, legends of tomorrow, crazy ex-girlfriend, the good place, timeless but it’s kinda depressing so speaking of w/c game of thrones and west world and a series of unfortunate events and stranger things and scorpion and lost in space and for anime, let’s go with yakitate japan and boku no hero academia

46. tattoos: none, but i rlly want one and even have a list of tattoos i want (pretty minimalist), i just have to think of da perf place tho (both where to put it and where to get it) and find out if i can still donate meh bod if i have tattoos, but one of da ones i rlly want is smileys on meh fingers hehe

47. right or left handed: right, but my ma says im kinda ambidextrous n i kinda wish i could develop it hehe

48. surgery: haha nope, never. But in terms of an interest, i love grey's anatomy 😆😂

50. sport: ooohh my main sport is swimming cus my siblings are all swimmers so i am too. But i have played other sports for school like badminton, table tennis, volleyball, some water game i dont remember haha, and a combat sport in my country called arnis

51. vacation: christmas vacay and i cant wait huhu

52. pair of trainers: uhhh are trainers rubber shoes? I have a couple, i guess.

GENERAL

53. eating: my dad (who cooked our meal), sis, and i ate afritada (chicken dat's tomatoey basically) for dinner

54. drinking: just water, but ugh i have to drink da hydrite sht again 😑😒

55. I’m about to: finish dis questionnaire n fall asleep haha

56. waiting for: sleep n happiness

57. want: to sleep n write n tumblr n watch n read n for all my problems to disappear

58. get married: yeahhh... but i think it's highly unlikely, man. So i aint counting on it but i do want it to happen, it seems nice having someone to spend da rest of your life with :')

59. career: hahaha i'm still just a college student, just a newly minted freshman actually. But i like to consider myself a fulltime fangirl hahaha

WHICH IS BETTER

60. hugs or kisses: well, i havent rlly made out with anyone yet so im gonna have to say hugs i guess w/c ofc i love haha but i wish someone bigger than me could cuddle me for once in my life 😢

61. lips or eyes: lips cus they just seem so soft and sensual hehe. Plus i dunno man, eyes are kinda gross with muta (da sht in da corner of ur eyes when you wake up, it's a filipino word) and sht. And ya have to wear glasses/contacts if dey weak so it's just such a hassle. Tho i do recognize their importance n stuff 😊

62. shorter or taller: ugh TALLER. im a pretty tall gal so for once id like to be da lil spoon for once, for someone to be able to carry me and ya know all dat jazz. But i wouldnt give up my height for anything, makes me feel confident and better than everyone else mwuehehehehehehe

63. older or younger: uuuhhh for now i think it's a bit weird to date someone younger dan me, but for me personally, wat age i'd like to be, YOUNGER ALL DA WAY. it was just way less stressful and innocent back den, id give anything to go back 🙍

64. nice arms or nice stomach: haha nice arms if it means i can swing around them and they can carry me whahaha. But i do like em abs, i wanna feel wat abs feel like just once in my life hahaha

65. hookup or relationship: ooohhh i guess i fancy myself having a relationship for now hehe. Havent even had one yet haha.

66. troublemaker or hesitant: i am a hesitant troublemaker whahahahaha. Like i have all these ideas of thangs to do n sometimes i do dem but sometimes da situation n context scares me into not doing it like a wuss hahaha

HAVE YOU EVER:

67. kissed a stranger: haha nope.

68. drank hard liquor: haha nope but am looking forward to it hehe

69. lost glasses/contact lenses: thankfully i havent needed any yet whew

70. turned someone down: uhhh i guess the closest i came to "turning someone down" was being awkward around my crush haha but to be fair i think he was awkward too hahaha. And in an unromantic sense, i turned down a blockmate who offered to be my partner in an assignment becus i already had a partner hahahaha 😅

71. sex on the first date: haha havent experienced it if das wat ur askin. Maybe imma be dat kinda person after ive had a couple of relationships but for now i'll settle for someone actually being interested in me hahaha

73. had your heart broken: yes, by tv shows, and by da crappiness of life in general 🙇

74. been arrested: hahahaha nope but dat would be CRAZY hahaha

75. cried when someone died: yes, whether in real life or in tv shows, i have cried bcus of death 😢

76. fallen for a friend: look, man, my best friend's probably the most important person in my life who i couldnt bear to lose. I love her more dan anything in da world so i dunno if our friendship is something more dan da "typical" best friends i just know dat i love her n dat i dont wanna lose her n dat our bond's nothing like any other relationship ive ever had

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:

77. yourself: hahahaha not rlly 😅 im pretty unreliable tbh and i make tons of mistakes and ill never be enough ever and just in general hate myself and have 0 self esteem hahaha 😅😅😅😓

But there's a chance i could improve tho, a very very VERY small tiny chance... but i guess i'll take wat i can get :/

78. miracles: hhmmm not in da way most ppl think about miracles in dat, it's da impossible event. I like to think it's a miracle that i have the family dat i have, da friends dat i have, and da life dat i have cus honestly i think i'd be dead w/o em. It's a fucking miracle i have things im passionate about and things that i love and im surrounded by ppl who i love and who love me as well. So yeah, i guess i believe in those kinds of miracles :')

79. love at first sight: hahaha not rlly. Look, man, im a fat girl who doesnt rlly care dat much about looks so unless a person manages to fall for someone while dat someone was doing something dat was a huge indicator of their personality and thus it's not only da appearance dat da person "fell in love w/", den i rlly dont believe in love at first sight. It's just infatuation, bruh. Love at first sight is cheap and u dont rlly know any thing about dat person other than the fact that they're pretty (why they caught ur eye in da 1st place imo) and nothin, zilch. Unless, like i said, they were doing something important to dem n indicative of deir personality. But even then, it wouldnt be love. Like i said, it'd be infatuation cus imo love is deep and takes time and cant just HAPPEN just cus u looked at someone and thought he/she was pretty 😒. True love would mean knowing dat person to deir bone but wanting to know more about dem. So to conclude a ted talk from a bitter person w/ a non existent love life 😆😂😂😂, love at first sight doesnt exist, is cheap, and is discriminatory to "ugly" ppl.

80. santa claus: hahaha i know he probs doesnt exist and is u know basically just capitalism n marketing hahaha. But i dunno, man, i kinda wanna believe he exists just cus it's more fun n childlike n innocent 😍

81. kiss on the first date: hahaha yeah i guess so but i think i probs would have had to known dat person for a while before we decided to date. I havent had a first kiss yet sooo i aint just willin to give dat out to someone i just met/knew for like a day or something hahaha (i have no idea how dating works) 😆😂😆😂😆😂

82. angels: huh... i like to think guardian angels exist cus dat means there are like angels of pure light sent down from heaven to protect us from any harm w/c is just nice to think about, yknow? Hehe. But angels in da catholic sense... i dont think i do, bruh. Sorry :/ *shrugs*

OTHER:

84. eye colour: uuhhhh brown, i guess? Like i said, i dont rlly care much for eyes hahaha 😅 ooohh but da purple eyes thang ive seen on da internet sounds cool hahaha

85. favourite movie: aaaahhhhh there's just so many good movies thoo

But agghh fine. Ive come to notice dat my genre's pretty lighthearted w/c is nice actually hehe

Spider-Man: Homecoming, Rogue One, 10 Things I Hate About You, Moana, Coco, Mulan, Avengers: Infinity War, White Chicks cus it's just so goddamn funny and iconic 😆😂😆😂😍, i'm not- ok you know wat, da Pixar movies in general ok? I mean, how can ya not? Oh which reminds me, Tangled, and The Princess and The Frog, oohh The Avengers is also a pretty solid movie, ooohhh Love, Simon, godhs dat was just such a wholesome sweet n nice movie :'), oh and den i freaking love the Scream franchise, man. It's so good :'), oooohhh w8 maybe The Dark Knight cus heath ledger was just da fuking bomb in dat movie, oohh and About Time's da sweetest time travel movie :') w/c reminds me dat the Back to the Future franchise was just such a classic, man :') oh and yknow wat? Unbreakable's actually pretty fucking cool, man. I get shyamalan know haha. Oh and yknow wat? 100 Tula Para Kay Stella is da 1st filipino film i actually liked so it has a special place in meh heart :')

ooohhh and Black Panther, man, gods how can one not bring up Da King™? WAKANDA FOREVER :') 😄

Oh and hey yknow wat? I have a sweet spot for the Sorcerer's Apprentice. It's kinda a guilty pleasure of mine hehe 😅

Whiicchh reminds me... the HOW TO TRAIN YOUR DRAGON FRANCHISE HAS GOT MY HART WHIPPED 😭😭😭

Oh and i also rlly like when harry met sally hihi :') and i guess the OG Star Wars trilogy's got a special place in my heart even if it is da way dat it is now 😢 :')

oh and i can't forget meh guardians :') Guardians of The Galaxy is such a solid film, bro. I loved it :') ooohhh and yknow wat? I actually rlly like Ready Player One, Baby Driver, and The Mummy (the brendan frasier one, who ya kiddin 😑)

oh and yknow wat? The Wedding Singer, 50 First Dates, and Music & Lyrics has got a special place in my heart, man. Gotta admit it :')

aawww and amelie, and begin again, and flipped and hercules, and room, and spotlight, and shape of water, and ladybird, and the princess bride, and the iron giant, and the lobster, and we're the millers, and what if and man up and shrek and kimi no na wa and a quiet place and inception and the lion king and to all the boys I’ve loved before and oooh tim burton movies are pretty cool, the animated ones, and I did spend a good amount of time obsessed w/ dis one so I guess cap civil war, and then big hero 6 and wreck it ralph, and the martian and inside out, and gone girl, and the lion king and forrest gump and spider-man 1 and 2, and les miserables and the devil wears prada and the book of life and the intern and the princess diaries and miss congeniality and aladdin and confessions of a shopaholic

And ok, ok, i think im done. Hahaha das it das my list of meh all time fav movies and i feel like rewatching all of em now hahaha 😍

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Cam’s Voltron Fic Rec 3/∞

VLD Rec Lists: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms. ( ** = favorites )

**Recoil/Release by Cheshyr

Word count: 22,387 (13/13)

Summary: When Keith is bitten by an alien creature with venom that causes your dominant emotions to be amplified, the team is ready for a day of dealing with an incredibly angry paladin.

Which means they’re not ready at all for what actually happens.

Comments: The almost stream-of-consciousness writing of Keith’s parts are really gut-wrenching because it’s as if you are experiencing it with him. (Warning for panic attacks- if you are triggered at all by that sort of thing you may want to sit this one out, it gets pretty graphic). A couple good song pairings for this fic to set the tone are Broken Crown and World Gone Mad.

**Synergy by Kokochan & Spanch

Word count: 74,064 (10/10)

Summary: The vines were large, stiff, gnarly, and thick-stemmed, with blue leaves as big and round as dinner plates, but Shiro’s battle-arm was able to sever several long straggles with ease. The vines draped easily enough over the shuttle and hid it quite handily from view. “Good enough, I suppose,” Shiro said, glaring at the empty greenish-blue sky. “Come on, let’s… Hunk? What’s the matter?”

Hunk was staring at something behind him. “Shiro, don’t make any sudden moves just now, but there’s a really big lizard thing standing right behind you. Um. Two of them.”

Surprised, Shiro turned, albeit carefully. He’d never even heard them approach. That was rather impressive, considering the size of the beasts. It was as though someone had taken a pair of Arizonan horned lizards and rebuilt them more on the lines of a tiger without leaving out any of the spikes, then expanded them to about the size of an Indian elephant and added six large, intelligent blue eyes. Understandably, Shiro froze in place.

Comments: OH. MY. GOSH. OK. SO. This bad boy is Part 1 of 3, so far, with a total series word count of 241,404 at the moment. This beautiful titan of a series is named Of The Pack, and it updates with great speed, considering it has two top tier authors working on it. The several OCs in this story are so lifelike and realistic and fit so well into the universe that I forget that they aren’t actually canon and I kind of miss them when I’m reading other Voltron fics. My favorite part is the world-building it does. Everything about this fic is so dynamic and multi-dimensional, from it’s characters to the epic plot - this is the exact opposite of lazy writing. I am so here for badass Pidge, and the matriarchal Galra culture and the dragons. I👏LOVE👏THIS👏FIC👏

Also there’s magic! (with a scientific explanation, of course)

A cool song that I think goes nice with this fic is Heroes by Måns Zelmerlöw.

The Kids Are Alright by pugglemuggle

Word count: 10,430 (3/3)

Summary: Three Garrison Cadets Missing After Freak Satellite Crash

By Mara Garrett, News Editor | The Guardian | Monday, June 13, 2103 7:40 A.M. ET

Two seventeen-year-olds and a fifteen-year-old went missing Friday night after a rogue satellite crashed into the desert a few miles away from the Galaxy Garrison Training Facility, reports say. Garrison officials were quick to cordon off the area, claiming many of the remaining satellite fragments were dangerous and unstable. Government search parties have been sent out into the surrounding desert areas. Details are forthcoming.

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Her brother is missing. Lance’s sister isn’t about to sit quietly while the Garrison keeps lying to the press. No—she’s going to get to the bottom of this.

(Or: The paladins’ families team up to find their kids and overthrow the corrupt Garrison regime. Told through news articles, prose, the internet, and art.)

Comments: The format of this is very intriguing and fresh. We get to see scenes of our favorite paladins through the eyes of their friends and families, from before they disappeared and the aftermath. The open ending is still satisfying and leaves you with a sense of determination and hope for these characters that you just couldn’t help but get attached to. If you’re big on government conspiracies then this is the fic for you!

**Patty Cake by Froldgapp

Word count: 7,829 (6/6)

Summary: Quiet, aloof, and alone, Keith is distant from the rest of the team. Hunk begins to suspect why, and it’s only when the red paladin pushes himself too far, the Voltron gang realise he’s just as vulnerable as the rest of them.

Comments: Aaaaahhh this fic. Something about this one has me coming back to reread it all the time even though I always cry. It is just so angsty but in a more poignant, sharp, breathless kind of way. Some of the things the characters say send painful stinging jolts into your chest and you can feel your heart cracking and then you get angry because how dare (I mean ch4 tho holy sh*t). I just want to hug Keith so much ugh. Hunk’s protectiveness of Keith gives me the strength to finish this masterpiece every time. Also, this can kind of be Sheith if you squint (or not, if you don’t).

The Message by Shipstiel

Word count: 132,787 (45/45)

Summary: (4:07) okay, but considr this, and hear me out here (4:08) so like, a photobooth u can do with ur pets like there’ll be lil costumes that u can dress them up in, and u can do liek, period costumes and shit with them (4:09) omg, can u imagine, u and ur cat/dog, and theyre in a lil 1800s dress and one of those lace umbrella things omg so cute

(4:15) Why the FUCK are you texting me at four in the morning with this

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Keith is texted by accident by some idiot one day, and honestly he’s not even sure why he responds. Or why he keeps responding. Yet somehow he finds himself drawn in, and okay, so maybe this fool is mildly entertaining after all. Who would’ve thought.

Comments: Slowburn Klance Wrong Number AU. These two are so cute I just can’t. This is the perfect story if you are looking for something effortless and relaxing to read. Even though this contains some softcore Langst, it is still a very cute and heartwarming story about two dorks slowly falling in love. It features Lance’s mother who I fell in love with here, and the kind of supportive nosy best friends that everyone wants in real life (i.e. Hunk, Pidge, and Allura).

**The Quiet by MilkTeaMiku

Word count: 66,700 (32/32)

Summary: Does he not realize he’s dead?

Keith can see ghosts. As a part of his Garrison training, he’s sent to a hospital to do one year of medical clerkship - it’s there that he meets a charmingly irritating chose who definitely needs to learn what boundaries are.

Comments: Modern Ghost AU with eventual Klance. This fic is the most suspenseful story I have ever read in my life. Idk if it’s just me, but I just have this feeling building up paragraph by paragraph of an impending… something. And it has my heart racing which is crazy because it isn’t even particularly fast-paced. There’s just a heaviness to the words that have the hairs on the back of your neck prickling. I literally have to take a breather from reading sometimes to calm down.

A couple cool songs I think set the mood for this fic is Smother and Mirror.

Finding Home by spacegaykogane

Word count: 26,966 (6/6)

Summary: After the wormhole collapses, Keith finds himself stranded on a strange planet. Alone. Until Lance comes along. With their lions dead and resources limited, Keith and Lance need to put aside their differences and work together to get home. Wherever that may be, now.

Comments: Klance. I love Stranded fics where they have to work together to survive and bond over that. So yeah this one has some whump obviously, bc you know, crash landings aren’t very fun. This one is angsty but its balanced out by the fluffiness in the end.

Cuddle Puddle by nothingwrongwiththerain

Word count: 46,782 (6/6)

Summary: Unexpectedly, Shiro’s hand landed on the top of his head. Apparently with Lance and Hunk taking up all the shoulder real estate, Shiro would settle for ruffling Keith’s hair.

Keith was fairly certain his soul was about to detach and abandon his shaking body on the couch. He was surrounded, in the complete and total sense of the word, by other people. Not once before, not in his whole life, had he dealt with a situation like this one.

Or, five times Keith found himself too close for comfort and one time he couldn't get close enough.

Comments: Klance featuring ace!Keith. Don’t be fooled by the fluffy summary, this is a very angsty fic with lots of Keith whump. Basically, as stated by the author, this story is about ‘Keith struggling with physical contact and learning to accept people care about him’. I love touch-starved Keith stories, like this one. I love the scenes with Kidge bros, featuring a super supportive Pidge.

At the Beginning by Sakuraiai

Word count: 64,203 (12/12)

Summary: Inspired by Anastasia

King Zarkon of the Galra empire lost his only way in to the Kingdom of Altea. In his anger, he put a curse on the royal family. The young, adopted half Galran prince Keith disappeared when the palace was overrun, never to be seen again -- or so it seemed. The only surviving princess, Allura, grieving for her child, offers a reward for Keith's safe return.

Con artists, Lance and his best friend, Hunk plan to pawn off a phony to the princess, hoping to reap the rewards. They hold auditions and choose an orphan man who has a remarkable resemblance to the missing prince -- all the way down to his fluffy Galran ears.

Comments: Can anyone say Anastasia AU?! I waited with baited breath for each chapter to come out and I was not once disappointed. I love the integration of the different alien races in this timeless story, it all works out so well. Keith just wants to find his mommy and I just want to cry. Also Kidge bros are still my fav as always.

out of orbit by rbillustration

Word count: 78,135 (19/19)

Summary: Dragged apart by Haggar’s attack on the wormhole, the paladins and Alteans struggle to survive and find one another again. Luck has placed them all within the same galaxy… but their fortune ends there. Lance is stranded with a badly-injured Shiro and his relief at finding their leader still accompanying him soon turns to terror. Keith may be the only who can rectify the situation - but the Galra have him in their grasp, and they don’t want to kill him. They want him as one of their own.

Comments: ANGST. SO MUCH ANGST. A brainwashed Galra!Keith plus a Possessed!Shiro. This is the perfect recipe for disaster if I ever saw one. If lots of blood bothers you proceed with caution. I love stranded fics.

A good song rec for this one is Darkside.

VLD Rec Lists: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] [7] Here’s a Fic Masterlist for my other fandoms.

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bughead-fic-request · 7 years

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if you take fic requests could you maybe do a bughead one with betty getting hurt and jug being super cute and protective of her idk love ur blog tho

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Summary: After Betty’s dog dies Jughead throws a get together to make her feel better.

Words: 1,256

Warning: Mention of cruelty to animals, hurt, comfort, fluff.

A/N: I’m not a fan of traditional hurt/comfort fics in the vain of someone is physically hurt or attacked and the other takes care of them. So this is my take on the hurt fic. This is also some therapy considering I just lost a dog, at least I can make something cute out of it. The story of how Betty finds her dog is a real story based on how my mom found her childhood dog.

I edited this myself so there is most likely errors.

Betty Cooper looked at herself in the mirror and frowned at her appearance. Her eyes were swollen and bleary and her nose red and raw. She had been crying non-stop for nearly a week and she wondered if it was ever going to stop.

The door opened and she looked up in the mirror. She tried to smile when her boyfriend, Jughead Jones, came in. He was dressed in a suit that he borrowed from Archie Andrews and didn’t quiet fit. He wasn’t wearing his signature beanie that day, he had brushed his hair back to match his current attire.

“You look nice.” He walked towards her and placed a lingering kiss at her hairline.

Betty smoothed out her black dress. It was pleated, fell just above the knee, had long sleeves and a high neckline. “Yeah, I’m sure I look gorgeous.” She rolled her eyes and sighed, grabbing a kleenex from her bedside table and blowing her nose for what felt like the millionth time that week.

“Everything’s ready downstairs.” Jughead told her pulling her in for a hug, softly rubbing her back.

“You don’t think its stupid we’re doing this?” Betty asked trying to fight back tears. She didn’t know she would have this many to shed. “I mean a wake for my dog?”

“Absolutely not, we all need to have closure and if this is how you get yours then this is exactly what you should be doing.” Jughead reassured stepping away and grabbing her hand. “Let’s go.”

Betty followed Jughead downstairs and she stopped at the bottom in shock. It was only supposed to be a small get together but there was easily fifty people in her house. In addition to all the people there was about twenty-five dogs running around and hovering around the tables filled with food.

“Jug?” Betty said, bring her hand to her lips and tears filling her eyes. “What is this?” She asked.

“You said you wanted a way to celebrate Coco’s life and lay her to rest so I made that happen.” Jughead smiled and showed her the front room which had a large photo of her beloved golden retriever on an easel next to her urn.

He led her to the other room to where the food was. There was delicious looking finger food and desserts laid out and on a smaller table there were plates of bone shaped cookies and smaller cakes. People were feeding them to very happy dogs.

“What are these?” Betty asked picking one of the cookies up, smelling it.

“I had Veronica go pick up treats for the dogs. There is a bakery in Boston that specialize in baked goods for dogs.” Jughead placed his hand on the small of her back.

“Oh my god, Jug!” She said with a little bit of a laugh.

“The dogs were her friend too. It seemed unfair to exclude them. I also like dogs more than most people.” He added with a chuckle.

“Why are there so many people here?” Betty asked spotting Cheryl, Reggie and Veronica talking in a corner drinking from cups with bones on them. “Did you force them to come?”

“You weren’t the only one who loved Coco.” He smiled and went to greet Josie, Melody and Valerie who had just entered.

Archie came around the corner with red eyes and pulled her into a hug. “I’m so sorry to hear about Coco, she was the best dog.” He tightened his arms around her.

“Thank you for coming, Arch.” She said as he let her go.

“Do you remember how she would play hide and go seek with us in the woods when we were kids?” He smiled fondly.

“Yeah and she would smother you with kisses when she found you.” She smiled and sighed. “There will never be another one like her.”

“No there won’t.” Archie sniffled. “If you need anything just let me know.” He squeezed her shoulder and disappeared into the crowd.

Betty started greeting her guests, thanking everyone for coming and introducing herself to every dog at the party. Betty found herself laughing for the first time in days and being with her friends and loved ones lifted her spirits.

Her eyes kept finding Jughead’s. She didn’t know what she did to deserve such a wonderful boyfriend. He hated socializing, he hated being at parties and he had done just that for her.

He excused himself from Betty’s other neighbour, Mrs. Fava, and walked over to her. “How are you doing?” He asked.

Betty smiled. “Really well, I’m feeling a lot better.”

“Do you want to say anything? You don’t have to, I just know people would love to hear you talk about Coco.” She smiled supportively.

Betty looked away from him and nodded. “Yeah, I probably should.” She walked over to stand by the picture of Coco and Jughead started clinking the side of a glass. Everyone quieted down and looked at Betty.

“Hi everyone, thanks for coming.” She started, wringing her hands together, suddenly nervous. “Coco was the best dog. I found her when I was four. Some mean older kids were trying to drown her and I saved her. After a bath and a lot of convincing, my parents let us keep her. She was there to play, for every laugh and for every tear and I loved her so much.” One tear ran down her cheek. “I was so sad because I had lost a friend that loved me unconditionally and it’s so comforting and heartwarming to see you all here.” Her voice quivered. “Even though I lost one friend I know I have so many other amazing ones who are still here to support me. So, please eat some food, have a good time and pet a dog cause it’s the best.”

Everyone clapped and went back to socializing.

Jughead had a cupcake for her when he approached him. “That was great Bets. Short and sweet just like you.”

“Thanks Jug.” She blushed, wiping under her eyes before taking the cupcake. “I can’t believe you pulled this off.” Betty said taking a bite.

“What can I say, arranging dog funerals is my calling.” Jughead smiled pulling Betty to him. “But keeping you happy,” he said, wiping frosting from her nose, “is the only thing I care about.”

Betty smiled warmly and looked into his striking green eyes. “I love you so much.” She angled her face upward to kiss him.

Jughead leaned down and placed a soft tender kiss on her lips. “I love you too.” He smiled. “And maybe, in the fall, when we go away to school we can get a dog of our own.” He shrugged like he had put no thought into it.

“Really, you would want to do that?” She asked with surprise.

“Yeah we could get a dachshund and name it General Von Long Body.” He suggested.

“Or a Scottish Terrier named Max.” She countered.

“Or a puggle and name it Casanova Frankenstein.”

Betty grinned and narrowed her eyes at him. “You don’t get to name our kids, okay?”

Jughead laughed. “At least let me have the middle name. John Hieronymus Jones has a nice ring to it.”

Betty took what was left of her cupcake and offered it to him. He took a bite. “No.” She replied with a sweet smile and went to speak to her guests.

Jughead chewed, watching her go, taking comfort in knowing that he was going to spend the rest of his life with his soulmate.

#Bughead #bughead fanfiction #betty cooper #jughead jones #riverdale #malmo722

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cutekookie · 7 years

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oh hecking heck it's been a while

an actual angel @kookminau has tagged me in a tag game thing. thank u bby 😇❤️

THE LAST:   1. drink: ribena my baby my smollest child 2. phone call: my mum bc she was tryna work out how to use facetime lmao  3. text message: “i just woke up” classic  4. song you listened to: look here - bangtan 5. time you cried: yesterday after i saw jm and jk in the bon voyage episode hahaha kill me  6. dated someone twice: no thank god 7. kissed someone and regretted it: ye o boi 8. been cheated on: nah 9. lost someone special: who hasn’t 10. been depressed: ye 11. gotten drunk and thrown up: every time cries

LIST 3 FAVOURITE COLOURS:   12-14. gold, red and pink!!!!!!

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU:   15. made new friends: yeye❤️❤️❤️ 16. fallen out of love: on reflection p sure it was just infatuation but maybe?? 17. laughed until you cried: yeah omg  18. found out someone was talking about you: lmao yes always 19. met someone who changed you: yes!  20. found out who your friends are: hahaha oh boy yes!!! 21. kissed someone on your Facebook list: a few actually Y I K E S

GENERAL:  22. how many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: most of them!! like 97% hahah  23. do you have any pets: 3 annoying as heck but adorable doggos! 24. do you want to change your name: last name hell yeah 25. what did you do for your last birthday: i got drunk w some cool cats n had ice cream cake quality 26. what time did you wake up: 10am oops 27. what were you doing at midnight last night: i was asleep LMAO but the night before i was reading this rly angsty drarry fic bless 28. name something you can’t wait for: bts to return to aus pls and thank u.. also jikook coming out video lol i h8 myself 29. when was the last time you saw your mom: like 20 mins ago ahah  30. what is one thing you wish you could change in your life: my height :((( and my head to stop being so hecked up lmao 31. what are you listening to right now: nothing actually haha  32. have you ever talked to a person named tom: unfortunately  33. something that is getting on your nerves: a teacher at my school who thinks ive ‘skipped’ school the past few days (side note: NOT MY CHOICE! I HAVE HECKING GASTRO!!!!!)  34. most visited website: tumblr.com/search/jikook (and fb n shit i guess)  35. mole/s:one on my neck and one on my cheek ?? i think??but they tiny so not sure if the class as moles lmao 36. mark/s: some faint scars on my knees and face from operations and also a birthmark on my toe!  37. childhood dream: to be a palleingtologist .. fuck i cant even spell it now. the one where you dig up dinosaurs and shit.  38. hair colour: black kms school wont let me have bright red.. the second ive graduated tho ill be a firetruck again 39. long or short hair: rn its short as but im tryna grow it out  40. do you have a crush on someone: yes ❤️ 41. what do you like about yourself: my lips/teeth?? sounds strange but idk i have kinda nice lips n my teeth are p bright n straight so?? 42. piercings: oh god okay bear w me: four on each earlobe, rook, cartlidge, lip. had a second cartilidge, but it fell out. had a second lip piercing, but it fell out. had a septum but then i didnt like it anymore lmao  43. blood type: no clue tbh  44. nickname: bumblebee/bee  45. relationship status: i have a gf kinda not officially  but p much?? 46. zodiac: capricorn  47. pronouns: she/her   48. favourite tv show: ooo theres a lot. i rly like Shadowhunters and trashy reality stuff tho ;;  49. tattoos: not yet!!!!!!!!!!!!!!  50. right or left handed: right handed  51. surgery: knee, tonsils removed, and lip bc i managed to split it open when i was 2 lmao,, wild 52. piercing: im like at least 99.9% sure this was already a q 53. sport: swimming and dancing are the only ones i like participating in, but tennis is cool to watch!! 55. vacation: just went to the usa which was amazing, but have been to fiji, bali, italy, and usa (2 times now)  56. pair of trainers: i mean the pair of shoes ive owned the longest is a pair of high top red converse lmao come at me joon

MORE GENERAL:  57. eating: chips lmao  58. drinking: nothing  59. i’m about to: probably read smth idk  61. waiting for: bedtime im so tired rip 62. want: be happy and also get a photo with jeon jeongguk before i die 63. get married: well @ government make it legal for gays to marry then maybe i can lmao 64. career: maybe a teacher?? idk 65. hugs or kisses: both !!!! i love affection in all forms 66. lips or eyes: usually eyes  67. shorter or taller: usually taller but my current gf-not-gf is TINY and shes the cutest omg  68. older or younger: doesnt matter just not a big gap lmao  70. nice arms or nice stomach: ???? nice heart  71. sensitive or loud: i mean loud bc same but sensitive bc thats cool too idk?? 72. hook up or relationship: relationship for sure  73. troublemaker or hesitant: hesitant lmao

HAVE YOU EVER:   74. kissed a stranger: yeah, back when i was tryna prove i was a Heterosexual  75. drank hard liquor: every time a massive mistake 76. lost glasses/contact lenses: yes :((( but they always turn up eventually 77. turned someone down: yeah 78. sex on the first date: idk depends on the person?? 79. broken someone’s heart:  yeah 80. had your heart broken: yeppo  81. been arrested: nah im a cry baby and terrified of getting in trouble lol  82. cried when someone died: of course  83. fallen for a friend: certainly crushed on a friend idk bout fallen tho

DO YOU BELIEVE IN:   84. yourself: eh *vague hand gestures*  85. miracles: maybe,,,, idk 86. love at first sight: nah. i believe in infatuation at first site, and great affection or attraction at first site, but not love. 87. santa claus: i want to in my child heart but nah hhaha. believed until i was 12 tho lmao  88. kiss on the first date: if ur both down yeah sure why not 89. angels: park jimin exists, so... but yeah maybe?? idk

OTHER:  90. current best friend’s name: roman n jay god bless 91. eye colour: hazel leaning more on the brown side 92. favourite movie: oh gosh um???? a lot???? few faves are train to busan (killed me), moana, aladdin, mulan, ummmm idk disney and superhero movies and sometimes horrors haha

I TAG: @mindyourfuckinglanguage & @satansgaypornblog p certain jay doesnt even use this any more but fuck it lmao. also @inbts bc u were in my activity also i dont know how else to say hi but by tagging u in a post... so hi!❤️

thank u goodnight as usual feel free to do it if i didnt tag u live ur dreams have fun bye jikook is real

#me #thank u sonia #❤️❤️❤️#personal #i dont remember any of the tags i used to use lmao

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zmediaoutlet · 7 years

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i love ur complicated thoughts on fic bc they border mine where on some level i know it's just fun but on another i will die with "characters are more important than plot" written across my gravestone. i can deal with a shitty plot if the characters are fun or interesting but a good plot with bad characters??? hardly

oh anon, hon–you are speaking my fucking language.

This will be a perhaps unnecessarily philosophical little diatribe, but–whatever, it’s my tumblr, I do what I want, and I’m just dicking around until I can pick up my friend for dinner. So. Here’s the thing: I’m basically a nihilist. Realized pretty early that nothing has an essential meaning beyond the meaning that we give it. (You could argue that this actually existentialism, except that I also understand that just because we give something meaning, does not mean that the meaning is real or inherent–the thing still has no meaning, it’s just that we have decided to say it does. A semantic difference, but an important one.) Some people–read: assholes–decided that nihilism means that you smash up everything and kill and whatnot, because nothing matters anyway. That’s an absurd direction to take the philosophy. (Lookin’ at you, SPN Lucifer!) If nothing matters, then necessarily all that matters is to enjoy yourself. You could logically extend that to mean that you can enjoy yourself through hurting others, but I reject the idea that logic necessarily precludes compassion–there’s no reason nihilism has to be solipsistic. A happy, positive nihilist understands that joy is the goal, as long as you’re not hurting anyone else.

Okay, so, why tf did I just go on that little detour? Because, once you say that nothing matters–then, hell, what does it matter what people do with their fic? Surely it’s all just another fun little way to waste time until we die, right? Well, sure. That’s a totally valid way to think about it, and my personal philosophies say that I shouldn’t get all up in arms about people doing it badly, because–who cares? Well, the answer is that I do. I care, because this is one of those things that brings me pleasure, but only when it’s done well. Reading bad writing is such a thorough disappointment. (Of course, it’s also very tricky philosophical ground to start going on about what “good” and “bad” writing are, because then you get into this sort of stupid essentialist place where you start to find yourself asserting that there are objective qualities to art, and then you’re just lost, logically, and your arguments start to sound pretty asinine. Still. We in the writing community have trained ourselves to agree to a sort of canon of traits that = good writing. Are we correct? That’s up to the individual to decide. But it’s similar to how we generally agree in music that dissonance and ‘wrong’ notes are bad because that’s how our ears have been trained to understand music, not because there’s some One True Scale by which all music is measured. You get the gist.)

So. With all perhaps-unnecessary background said. One of the clearest and strongest ways that I believe you can measure whether a piece of writing is “bad” relates to the scale between character and plot. This is something which is particularly egregious in fanfiction, and significantly more noticeable there than it is in ‘original’ fiction. When you’re writing an ‘original’ work (note the scare quotes, please, and just decipher for yourself why they’re there), you have the luxury of creating a character and a plot simultaneously. Let’s say you want to write a murder mystery. You come up with your murder plot and your murderer in concert with only yourself–the murder is one that the murderer would do, because you have designed him or her to do that particular deed. Assuming you haven’t left plot holes, you’re all set. With fanfiction, though, no matter what plot you come up with--the character already exists. There is a set canon, a text, which you should refer to as you’re writing, because that’s who that person already is. In some ways, this makes the fanfic writer’s task easier--no need to introduce the reader to who Dean Winchester is, because presumably the reader has watched the show (read: is familiar with the text) and don’t need much of an explanation.

However, I could also argue (and will!) that writing fanfiction is in this particular way much harder, because there is a characterization for Dean Winchester that exists in the text, and if you stray from writing him as he is in the text--well, you’re not writing him, are you? If (to give an innocuous example) you confidently assert through narrative that Dean Winchester’s favorite food is cake--well, no. It’s not. Dean loves pie, not cake. So when you change that detail--either through carelessness or unconcern--then I stop thinking of the character you’re writing as Dean Winchester, and start to think that this is just some guy who’s shaped like Jensen Ackles. To give a less innocuous example: perhaps you assert through narrative that Dean Winchester sees his brother die, and grieves, but then moves on. Would that be healthy? Certainly. But it is not in any way how Dean would operate, and so I’m thrown out of the story.

What I’m narrowing in on here is that when you’re writing a character, you have to keep who the character is in mind. This doesn’t mean picking and choosing random traits from random episodes that are your favorite. A character is a whole, complete with good traits and bad. Dean is kind, but sometimes callous and even cruel; he is strong, but easily emotionally wounded; he’s a bit of a horndog, but he also is tender and yielding with many of his partners; and so on, and so on. Let’s say you want to write a story where Dean adopts a dog. Okay, fine, but look to the text. Dean doesn’t like dogs. This is repeated in various episodes. Why, then, is Dean deciding to adopt a dog? Here’s the thing: I truly believe there’s no such thing as a bad premise. A plot is a plot, no matter how small. But if you’re doing to use an already-established character to explore a plot, then you need to come up with a logical reason for them to do so. So: Dean adopts a dog. Why? Because the dog is so cute and his heart just melts!! No. Because after the experience with his hallucinations in s7, in an AU where Dean doesn’t go to Purgatory, Sam’s still a little shaky and tender and needs something soft in his life, so Dean sucks it up and gets the dog as a sort-of-therapy for his little brother. Not great, but better.

What we’ve done with the second scenario is brought the plot to the character, not forced the character to meet the plot. This is crucial to making the perhaps-more-sophisticated reader actually buy what you’re selling. If you just can’t come up with a logical reason for the character to interact with the plot you’ve come up with, perhaps you should think about why you want that character to be involved at all. I believe that fiction writing relies as much on supporting logical evidence and arguments as a persuasive essay does--because what are we doing, after all, but persuading the reader to come along with us on the story we’re trying to tell? When the arguments are shaky, or when the logic is full of holes, then the persuasion fails, and the story collapses, and then, basically, I’m sad. I don’t like being sad. So we try harder.

**all of this is predicated on the idea that: a) you care about writing as a discipline, and b) that you’re not writing an AU. I would point out, though, that at the point that an AU become so alternate that the character is unrecognizable from their canon self--again, why bother to claim you’re working with the canon self? Make it a J2 AU. You can do anything there.

#Anonymous #writing #my writing #here's a long-ass essay anon #this is what happens when i'm bored #kisses though #i can talk for literal boring-ass hours about writing

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wlwidow · 7 years

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Shamsi (Ch. 3 & 4)

A Pharmercy fic with bonus Mercymaker, Gabe Angst, and the Talon Trio

Summary: Captured by Talon, Mercy reluctantly cooperates and shares her knowledge with them to keep Pharah safe. But there’s more than one familiar face hidden in the shadows, and old loyalties collide with new motives as they try to figure out who they can trust, and how they can get out alive.

Or, Angela tries to save Fareeha, Gabe, and Amélie but forgets to save herself.

These chapters features~ Pharah and Gabe + the first taste of Mercymaker

[Ch. 1] [Ch. 2] [Read on AO3]

CH. 3

(they were short so I’m posting them together ur welcome)

Fareeha hadn’t been lucky enough to be knocked out. She’d had to let herself be herded onto the helicopter, watching helplessly as Angela was picked up and carried on as well. At least they were being relatively careful with her, though she had to protest when they jostled her injured arm and bumped her head.

Then they took her armor. They left her barely clothed and shivering and battered, threw her in a cell, and there was nothing she could do about it. They had Angela.

She sat in a corner, head in her hands. She tried to think logically. Go through what had happened to try to figure out what was going to happen. Think logically and rationally so she wouldn’t be overwhelmed. She and Angela had been captured by Talon. They had used Angela to get to her. But they treated Angela gingerly; even the knockout blow had been carefully placed, next to no way it could actually injure her. Fareeha didn’t think Angela was in a cell like this right now, which meant she had to be the leverage here. But so few people knew that they were in love; they had been so careful and discreet, for this very reason, so no one would try to take advantage of it.

She exhaled and ran her hands through her hair. That was as much as she was going to be able to figure out right now: Talon was using her to get to Angela. For what or why, she didn’t know. She wouldn’t know. All trying to figure it out would do was make her worry more.

And she was tired. Not the kind of tired she was used to, but a bone-deep exhaustion. Given that and, well, the fact there was nothing else to do in this dark, tiny room, she let herself fall asleep.

xXx

Fareeha wasn’t sure if it was a dream or a memory. She’d woken up blearily in the middle of the night at the sensation of someone watching her. Before her eyes or mind had fully cleared, she’d seen a tall black figure. For the few minutes she was in that hazy, half-asleep state, the figure had remained, standing over and looking down at her. Watching her.

When her eyes opened, she saw what may have been smoke, may have been her mind playing tricks on her in the lonely darkness, then nothing. Then Fareeha had fallen back asleep, or maybe she’d fallen back into another fitful dream. She also thought she’d seen Angela in barely-there bedroom version of her Valkyrie suit lifting her into the sky so they could cuddle on the moon, which also happened to be Winston’s house, but he didn’t mind them crashing. So. She couldn’t exactly trust her nighttime mind.

But she was awake now. The cold concrete pressed into her bare skin, and where she’d slept it was caked with spots of dried blood. That had to be real. Also real? The foam tray slid under her door. Fareeha jumped to her feet as quickly as her injured, weary body could manage and banged on the door with her fist. “Hey! Where is Mercy? If you touch her, I will rain justice all over your ass!”

Silence. What had she expected? Maybe she’d scared whatever junior Talon agent had been tasked with bringing her food; that would be good enough for her right now. She sat down in front of the tray and looked at it disinterestedly. A slice of bread, some kind of Spam-looking meat-product, a foam cup of water. No utensils, no plastic or metal, nothing that could be turned into a weapon.

Fareeha pushed the tray away, then sighed, and pulled it back. She was loathe to eat anything Talon offered her, but she could just hear Angela’s voice scolding her and demanding she keep her strength up. So she put the meat on the bread and ate her makeshift sandwich with only a little bit of a grimace. The first bite was reluctant, but she finished the rest in a heartbeat. She was hungrier than she’d realized. The water she took her time with, only allowing herself a small sip for now.

Like he had been waiting for her to finish, the door to her cell opened and in stepped Reaper, arms crossed. “You ate. Good.”

“What does it matter to you?” Fareeha rose so she was looking him in the eyes, though it was hard to call those narrow slits in his mask eyes. She wanted to throttle him.

“We can’t have you starving yourself.”

“I had no idea you cared.” Her voice was biting.

“I don’t. Angela does.”

She flinched. Then she was angry. Her anger was low, smoldering; Angela’s was hot and rash, when it so rarely came out. But Fareeha’s anger was less rare. “What have you done to her.”

“We healed her.”

“What else did you do to her? Where is she?”

He ignored her questions. “You’re going to stay here. You’re going to eat what we give you. You’re not going to be difficult.”

“And if I don’t?”

“The woman you love will suffer.”

Fareeha bit her lip, then jerked her chin up defiantly. “You will not hurt her.”

“We will. So I suggest you cooperate.”

He slammed the door shut behind him and she rocked back on her heels, her fear finally having space to rise up in her and make her tremble. Cooperate? It wasn’t in her nature. But neither was putting Angela in danger.

CH. 4

Fixing her staff was easy, even with one hand. The snow had saved it, just like it had saved them, and all it took was some rewiring and a few basic repairs to get it functional again.

Replicating her staff was the hard part. Drawing out the diagrams and writing down the formulas sloppily with her left hand, explaining the concepts that made it work to people who had no right to understand or use this kind of technology...it pained Angela, every second. She hadn’t built them a new one today, but she had given them everything necessary to do it themselves. She’d been upset when Ana and Torbjorn had used the nanite technology in ways she didn’t agree with; this was ten times worse. At least they had good intentions. Talon did not.

“There. That’s everything. That’s years of hard work boiled down to a few hours. Can I go now?” Her voice was hollow and tired. Just this morning she’d laughed with Lena, made fun of Genji, encouraged Winston as he led them...kissed Fareeha. Though Talon had given her food and short breaks, they couldn’t give her the energy, the passion she got just by being around the people she loved and doing something good for the world. She’d done nothing good today.

You saved Fareeha, she reminded herself, but all that did was remind her that Fareeha wasn’t really safe at all. She was lonely and scared. Just like Angela.

One of the guards, some low-level Talon agent tasked with watching her, nodded. “I’ll take you to your room.”

Angela rose, still unsteady, not used to the unbalanced weight of her torso. “I need to use the washroom.”

He nodded again. That was all he seemed to do.

Angela went into the washroom, sat awkwardly on a toilet and locked the stall door, and started to sob into the hand she had left. Her breathing was hitched, panic rising, her slow tears falling more and more rapidly. She’d held it together this far only because she’d had to, because she hadn’t been alone, she hadn’t had time to let herself fall apart.

How she felt like she was falling apart. Her arm...she was a doctor, a scientist. She used her hands. She needed her hands. She needed her arms, both arms, to hold her staff. To hold Fareeha. Fareeha was trapped here, because of her, because Angela loved her, and she wasn’t, she wouldn’t be safe. How long would Talon keep her? Keep either of them? How long before they hurt her? How long before Fareeha was dead and Angela might as well be? Before...before she helped Talon hurt people. Before they used what she showed them to do the thing she never wanted, cause violence and pain and suffering.

The door opened and she heard the click of heels, and she tried to muffle her sobs, or quiet them, stopping them completely was too much to ask. The other woman in the washroom didn’t say anything. Angela was suddenly aware of how loud she was, how wet and warm her face was. No matter what Fareeha said, she knew she was an ugly crier, all blotchy cheeks and puffy eyes as soon as she let the tears flow.

How long had it been? Five minutes? Ten? It was hard to keep track when she felt like she was collapsing in on herself. But it was long enough that she knew she needed to leave. And she wasn’t going to face anyone looking like this. She had to stay strong. Or appear strong. Show them they couldn’t get to her, even if they had.

She rose, flushed the toilet as if she’d even used it, and went to the sink. It was as bad as she’d expected. Angela turned on the cold water and bent over, splashing it over her face. When she stood back up, she thought it was the water in her eyes, but, no. Her face was a mask of shock as she saw the woman washing her hands next to her. It was Widowmaker, but...it was someone else, too.

“Amélie?” Angela breathed.

She turned and looked at Angela blankly. Her voice was just the way Angela remembered, but twisted, without the warmth and lilt she loved. “It is Widowmaker now.”

Angela swallowed, fighting back the tears that she had worked so hard to push away. Her voice was a whisper. “What did they do to you?”

“Talon? They made me strong.”

“Amélie, what does that even mean...do you even remember me?

Widow’s eyes flicked up and down Angela’s body. “Of course I remember you, Dr. Ziegler. Why would I forget?”

Angela’s hand tightened into a fist. Her first thought was that Talon must’ve wiped her memories somehow, reprogrammed her; that would explain Gérard and everything since. “You remember everything?”

“Yes.”

“Then why?” Desperation snuck into her whisper. “You were never a killer, Amie.”

She’d hoped using that pet name, the one she’d whispered in Amélie’s ear while they hugged after the ballet, kissed behind corners, and made love in the med supply closet, a Paris hotel room, her husband’s bed maybe that would stir something in her. That Talon hadn’t truly made the woman she’d loved a cold, heartless assassin.

Widow shrugged. “Why not?”

She turned to leave, but Angela lurched forward and grabbed her slender wrist, almost letting go when she felt how cold Amélie’s skin was. “No. Amélie, what did they do to you?”

Widow blinked but did not respond.

Angela raised Widow’s arm. “You’re blue. You’re cold. Explain that, at least.”

“My heart rate has been lowered.”

“Why.” She could think of several reasons off the top of her head, but she wanted Amélie to explain.

“I feel nothing. It makes me more effective.”

“Oh,” Angela exhaled. So that was what they had done to her. Taken away her emotions, so even if she remembered...she didn’t care. Somehow, that was almost worse than if she’d forgotten everything. Knowing that Amélie looked at her, remembered everything they’d shared, and still had this blank expression and uncaring words, that was worse than Amélie not knowing her at all.

She let go of Widow’s wrist, but she couldn’t let go of the hope that maybe, somehow, Amélie could come back to her. It was stupid and she knew she should be focusing on surviving and getting out of here with Fareeha, but she’d thought Amélie dead, and now she was standing right here and there was this chance, no matter how slim, of saving her. That was always her downfall, wanting to save people.

“Are we finished?” Widow asked, bored.

Angela swallowed. “For now. I’m not giving up on you, Amie. I know you’re in there. I know I can save you.”

“There is nothing to save me from. I am strong now, nothing like the pathetic girl you knew.” The slightest, barest hint of a smile touched her lips, but it didn’t make her look any friendlier. “If you are still smart, Angela, you will let Talon make you strong too.”

Angela watched, frozen in place, as Amélie left. That was a threat mingled with faux-friendly advice. Let them make her strong. Join them? Never. Though, a small voice said, the fact that Amélie was even trying to give her that advice, terrible as it was…it hinted that she might still care. Somewhere in there she cared enough to want Angela to do the easiest thing for herself and submit.

She wouldn’t, of course. She’d keep fighting in whatever small ways she could. But they could do what they did to Amélie...but they hadn’t. Though that would be easier for Talon than this. Maybe it wouldn’t. If they hadn’t yet, there was a reason. Amélie was alive. Amélie was Widowmaker. Amélie remembered. Those thoughts were stronger than any speculations; those were facts. Both terrifying and wonderful at the same time.

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