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nkirukaj · 6 months

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I Want You, Simon- Chapter 8

Pairing: Simon Petrikov x Fem! OC

Warnings: implied sexual feelings

Genre: Angst and Fluff

Word Count: 2.8K

Chapter 7

Samira thought nothing of her birthday. She celebrated it every year, so it mattered to her that much at least. But she had no real emotional reactions to turning a year older every single year. She was however, excited to see the gifts she would get, even at this age. And maybe….she was excited to have Simon over at her house for the first time. He said he wanted to get her a gift, even though she she initially declined it, given that she didn’t think that they had known each other long enough to get and give each other gifts. But you can only protest so much.

“Don’t be silly, you’re my friend,” he said with that warm smile

“How are you going to afford to get me something after being scammed?” She joked

Simon grimaces and then gives a small smile “Don’t worry about it. Where are we supposed to meet you?” He crosses his arms

“At my house.”

“Right, that make sense.” He blows a piece of his hair out of his face, Samira smiles back at him

For this birthday, she chose to wear a comfy purple dress, hair down and sorry, but no glasses. Most of these people that she invited didn’t even know that she wore them. She wasn’t sure if she should be doing work on her birthday, cleaning definitely counts as work. But she was having guests, and she wanted this place to look its best. Marceline, Bonnie, and a few others like Lollipop Girl and Chocoberry and some more were coming to hang out with her as well before they all parted to get ready to head to the Slime Kingdom for a triple-cray rated dance party. In the middle of putting out cups and plates for drinks and food, she realized that she was responsible for planning and hosting her own birthday “party”. She paused to think about it for a moment, brushing off the little voice of disapproval in her head. This was her birthday and she was not worried about with other people might say about how she chooses to spend it.

Not long after she finished is when people started to arrive. First Chocoberry, very notably without Mr. Cupcake, to whom she kept referring, and noting on his absence in a bit of a passive aggressive way, with Lollipop girl. Then Bronwyn, and of course LSP (who wasn’t invited, but Samira didn’t mind, she kind of expected it, if she was being honest with herself. ) And then came TV and the legendary Finn the Human.

“Hey Samira,” TV said “This is Finn the Human, my dad’s brother”

“I know who Finn the Human is TV!”

Finn seemed to be social enough, but only superficially “Hi,” he said and stuck out his hand for a shake. Samira took it and felt the cold metal.

“Isn’t it weird that people still call you Finn the Human, when there’s a whole bunch of humans in Ooo now?” Samira questioned, lightheartedly. Finn laughs a bit

“I brought him with me, since he’s lonely cuz his girlfriend is on a solo hunt.

Finn elbows TV “That’s not-” he sighs “I’m not lonely,”

Samira shrugs “There’s no shame,” She nudges Finn’s flesh arm, “Enjoy yourself. There’s cheesy crackers in the kitchen TV”

“Nice,” TV spoke casually and headed toward the kitchen with Finn in tow.

Finally came Marceline and Bonnibel. Bonnie came first actually, looking irritated while holding a little box that she handed to Samira.

“Happy Birthday,” she forced a smile through her annoyance and puts her hands on her hips

“Thanks B.” Samira took the gift “Where’s Marcy?”

Bonnie points out towards the distance, where Samira could see her and Simon carrying a large and long box. Marceline also had a long bag on her back.

“I told her we should’ve left early, so we could get here before everyone else to set this up for you. But since when does Marcy listen?” She clicks her tongue inside her mouth. Simon and Marcy arrive in front of the door fully out of breath.

“Now what were you saying?” Bonnie walked over to Marceline and raised her brow. Marceline just blew a raspberry on her cheek, to which she couldn’t help but smile.

“What is this?” Samira asked

Marcy shrugs “Ask Simon. Can you believe that he was actually going to try and bring this here his own?” She takes a deep breath.

Samira walks over to Simon, who is bent over trying to inhale.

“Why don’t you sit?” she places her hands on both his arm and his shoulder, guiding him over to a large plant in front of her house, with pot big enough to sit on.

Simon took a while to breathe clearly.

“I’m sorry, I keep forgetting that I’m not a young man anymore.” He smiles, still catching small breaths “Happy birthday,” he gestures toward the enormous box

“What is it?”

“It’s a bookshelf, since you don’t have one”

Samira’s jaw dropped and her hands flew to her face. “Oh my glob really? Thank you!!” She hugs him from the side without hesitation, and although he is startled for a moment it is not in a negative way. He hugs her back.

“Hey,” Marceline floats over “Happy birthday dude,” she holds out the box that she had on her back earlier

Samira and Simon part, Samira’s hands still slightly around him and she addresses Marcy.

“Thanks, just put it in the house.”

Marcy shrugs and walks with Bonnie into the party.

“I have to admit that I didn’t actually think about how I would get it into your house.” He chuckles

“You can use my back door, it leads right into my bedroom.”

With some more heavy pushing, they entered the backdoor into Samira’s house.

Simon sits down on her bed, breathing again. Samira sits next to him.

“So…” he spoke between breaths “How…old are you? Not to be rude, it’s just I realized that I don’t actually know.”

“I’m 42. Well 43 today.” She said without a hint of offense. She was not afraid of aging.

Simon eyes widened. “Wow, you look…much younger than that.”

She smirks “How old do I look?”

Simon chuckles, and plays with his hair “Maybe, early to mid 30s?” He pushes his glasses up a bit “Maybe younger on certain days”

“Hmm,” she takes that in “How old are you?”

Simon eyes dart around the room, clearing his throat before he says “That’s a difficult question to answer.

“Oh right! You’re a 20th century man. So you’d be about…”

“I’ve lived a thousand years.”

“That is so crazy. How is that even possible?”

Simon frowns and looks down “I don’t really want to talk about that.”

Samira looks down in slight embarrassment “Oh sorry,”

He looks back up at her “I mean, I’ll tell you some time in the future.”

She turns to him and smiles “However it happened, I’m glad you’re here.”

He smiles and their eyes stay locked on each other before Samira asks “How old do you feel?”

Simon takes some time to think before answering “About 45?”

“Then that’s how old you are.” She winks at him “Perfect.”

“For what?”

She speaks coyly “For me,” Simon seems a bit flattered, but also embarrassed. He pokes out his chest a little, but doesn’t say anything in response “Are you coming to party with us in the Slime Kingdom?”

Simon scrunches his brow “Slime Kingdom?”

She nods “We’re going to party,”

“This isn’t a party?”

She’s amused “This is a get together. We’re going to dance. Will you come with us?”

“I’m not one for dancing”

“I would love for you to be there. It would make my birthday so amazing!” She bats her eyelashes at him and he takes a deeo breath before exhaling loudly

“Okay…sure. But I’m not sure I would be that much fun to you.”

“You’ll be fine.” She places her hand on his hand, before thinking of something “Wait, you’re not going to wear that are you?”

He shakes his head “Of course not. I’ll wear my party suit.”

Samira shakes her head and laughs. She puts her hand on top of her other hand that was on top of Simon’s hand “Simon, no. This is a dance party. You don’t have to wear shorts and a tank top, but you’ve got to relax. Loosen up, at least a little.” She caresses and squeezes his arm.

Simon was a little confused, he was very used to wearing suits. Was that bad? Or strange? Did that make her uncomfortable. He liked wearing suits, they made him feel…safe. He hadn’t worn anything else in a bit. Except for pajamas.

“Okay,”

“This is so exciting!” Marceline exclaimed when he asked her for help

Sh had taken him to a mall inside of the human city and they were looking through the men’s clothes, and Simon found them all to be strange. The point hats with antennas, and the wide sleeves and bright colors.

“Simon!” Marceline calls him over “What about this?” she holds up a neon yellow tank top. Simon looks absolutely horrified and Marcy laughs “Yeah I know. I thought it would be good for a laugh.”

What they actually ended up settling on was, a smart and sensible sweater and a nice pair of jeans that they had to dig all the way in the back of the store to find and the woman behind the counter looked at them judgementally for buying, but Simon seemed content.

He was actually a bit scared to put them on, but when he finally slips the the sweater over his head and onto his body, it felt soft and warm. Maybe he could get used to this. One day at a time.

For the dance party, Samira decided to go with an outfit that was a better option for dancing, a tank top and shorts, and she waited, leaning on the wall outside the club for her friends to show up. When they did, it was obvious that Marceline was the only one to come of her own volition. She definitely convinced Bonnie, who was holding own her arms like a teddy bear. And she herself had convinced Simon, who by the way looked stunning in his new clothes. The deep red suited his olive skin quite well, and the crew neck accentuated his collarbone, which was very prominent, which was something she had not noticed up until this specific point in time. Most likely because of all the collars and the bowties. She could see the scar on his forearm a little more clearly and his wrists were free as well. The jeans were by no means baggy, but not skinny either. They fit his lower half excellently, emphsizing the curves and perkiness of his-.

Samira had started to stare a bit, zoning out and not paying attention to the rest of the world, while she thought about what she could do with Simon in those jeans. She licked her teeth as she imagined and when she snapped back into reality, all three of them were standing in front of her.

“Hey,” she heard Marceline, after probably saying it for the millionth time.

Samira’s face got really warm and she stood up, dusting off her clothes.

“Hey. S-should we go in?” her voice shook a bit as she glanced to see Simon’s reaction to her staring, but he wasn’t paying attention to that. He seemed lost in his own world as well. She steps up to him “Hey,” her voice is less shaky than before.

He snaps into attention “Hello, happy birthday again.”

“Thank you. And thank you for coming. I really appreciate it. Thank you”

He nods at her, and she takes his hand as they enter.

Samira and Marceline spent a lot of time dancing, while Bonnie and Simon spent a lot of time sitting or standing by the bar, either watching the dancing on the dance floor, or pretending like they weren’t. There was a point when Marcy got frustrated, and whsked Bonnie onto the floor. Simon stood, leaning by the bar, rubbing his finger over the rim of his drink, and taking cautious sips of it. He watched as all the people let loose in front of everyone. Samira flipping her hair, and swaying her hips without a care in the world. He pushed up his glasses and continued to stare at her. Each movement of her waist and hips meant the movement of his eyes whatever direction they were headed. For a moment everything was in slow motion as he ran over every single movement, and caresses her with his eyes. Then in the slow motion, he watched as Marceline approached her and whispered in her ear. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as they both looked in his direction and laughed. Simon blinked back into real time as Samira approached him.

“Hi,” she said flirtatiously

He looks around “Um, hi.” he rims his drink a bit more “What uh, were you and Marcy talking about?”

Her eyes sparkled more “She just told me to ask you to dance.”

Simon’s stomach dropped “Oh, um I’m not so sure.”

“Why? Do you not know how to dance?”

“I do, I just don’t dance the way…you do.”

She opened her eye widely and tilted her head up to him “How do you dance?”

Simon looks away and squints, pusring his lips “Mostly classical, ballroom types”

“Hmm, I guess you’re right. You don’t dance like me.”

Simon exhales, thinking he was off the hook

“But I can teach you.” his drink got caught in his throat, causing him to cough for a moment. Samira looks mixed with amusement and concern. She pats and then rubs his back.

“Are you okay?’

He breathes in “Yes,”

“It’s okay if you don’t want to. I just thought if would be fun to dance with you.”

“No, no It’s alright. I think I just overreacted. You can teach me.”

Samira claps her hand together “Amazing!”

The song changed to a slower tune and Samira’s eyes turned from doe to siren “Perfect” Her pitch lowered as she turned to him. “We don’t even have to go to the floor, we can do it right here.”

He blinks “Okay.”

“So stand up straight,” He puts down his drink and obeys. “Put out your arms and hands.” he does. “Close your eyes.” He looks down at her in confusion “Just do it, it will make you much more comfortable’ He sighs and obliges.

Samira turns so that her back is facing him, then backs herself into his arms, but not to the point where they’re bodies are touching. “Open your eyes.” and he does.

He’s shocked by the position he is in with her right now, but he continues to allow her to instruct him.

“Is this okay?” She asks him turning to see his reaction. He nods. She places his hands onto her waist and moves back to the point where their bodies are touching. His front is on her back and his hands are holding her hips.

“And now you just hold me and sway along with me.” and she starts to sway. Slowly, but with intention.

As she sways, Simon tries to keep up with her, he closes his eyes and takes her in. Her height, her size, her smell, her feel. In that pursuit, he becomes hyperaware of every single sensation that he’s experiencing. The feeling of the tips of his fingers on the softness of her skin and the curves of hips. Her hair brushing up against his chest. How only wearing one layer instead of 3 made it a lot easier to feel her back up against his chest, and the denim made it easier to feel her, um..butt up against his-

He abruptly pulls himself back, hitting the edge of the bar. Samira whips around, her hair hitting her chest.

“What’s wrong? Do you not like it?”

Simon doesn’t really know what to say in this moment. He just had this overwhelming feeling that what he was doing was wrong. And not that he was doing the dance wrong, but that it was immoral to be doing it. And the most confusing and slightly sickening part was that he did like it. He liked it a lot actually. And that was the worst part, he was enjoying himself so much. And it felt so wrong. Like he was not allowed to feel this good.

“I-” he places his hand on his forehead “I have to go, I’m sorry.”

Marceline, having seen the commotion, floats on over with Bonnie in tow.

“Is everything alright? Simon?” She turns to him and he doesn’t have an answer. He simply rushed out of the club, trying to ignore all the things that he knew would make him want to stay. Including the extremely concerned look Bonnie had, the confused one Marcy wore, and the hugely self-conscious and disappointed look on Samira’s face.

Chapter 9

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laylajeffany · 6 months

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Hi! As you can probably guess, I completely love Chaos, and I have a few more questions. Thanks for the playlist by the way, it’s been all I’ve listened to since you linked it. Sorry for all the questions, I’m just curious.

1) In the Spotify playlist, the first song is “Sea, swallow me”. Is that song referenced somewhere in the fic, or does it just give off a general Chaos vibe? I’ve been trying to remember if it was mentioned somewhere but cant recall. As an additional Note, it is my new favourite song, so thanks!

2) You mentioned that all the OCs appearances are physically based on real people. Who are Dr Zypher, Emiliana and Holly-Jane based on? Is Emiliana based off of Eva Green, because thats how I imagine her. You’ve done an excellent job with the OCs, they’re just so perfect.

3) When you describe clothing, do you make them up in your mind or doe they actually exist? I get that some, like the custom ordered dresses in the latest chapter, must be made up, but are some of them real? Do you have some Pinterest board with all of their clothes just to keep track? 😂

4) How do you find time to write? I write 1000 words for my fic every day, and it takes me about an hour. 50K chapters in 2 weeks is a miracle. Do you sleep?

I’ve probably forgotten a question or two, so I hope you don’t mind if I ask more in the future😅

Thank you for all you do, I’ve never been so invested in a fic before. Just remember to relax and take breaks when you need it, don’t force yourself to write on 2 hours sleep!

I am happy to answer questions about Chaos for the Fly, the writing process, and other fic/writing related things. Thank you for your interest! 1. I think I referenced near the beginning somewhere that Wednesday had discovered some music on her own outside of classical when she accepted an algorithm to suggest songs for her. It had been 80s imports of some kind - and that was probably the one that I had in mind, even if it wasn’t mentioned specifically. There’s probably a few songs that weren’t actually mentioned by name but were alluded to in the fic - meaning I didn’t say the title in dialogue, but had something playing in the background for myself, and there you have it. 2. You have opened a VERY DANGEROUS can of worms with this question, lmfao.

You are a dead ringer for Emiliana! That’s Eva Green, 100%, the ONLY person who could play the role. It would be like a touch of Penny Dreadful for the out-of-her-damn-mind demon possession vibes, but mostly, just as herself (she’s cray and I love how socially awkward and accidentally funny she is in interviews) not so much Vanessa Ives. Eva Green has worked with Tim Burton a ton of times and wouldn’t even need a single line of direction in this role. Emi is SO easy to write because she is pure chaos both in physicality, mentally, her linguistics, her magic, and personality. I honestly think she’s one of the characters I’m saddest isn’t real because she’d fit in to drive Wednesday absolutely MAD as her big bird. I have a feeling we’re not going to explore Raven lore in S2 and the two of them trying to figure out their powers together, after Emiliana spent half her life suffering alone, has been some of my favorite parts of the fic to write. I always write scenes with Emiliana the fastest. Her love of Beanie Babies and bad influence is entirely, too much fun. Her voice is so easy and she will never truly understand American idioms.

Dr. Zypher is AMY ADAMS, because GAY-ME, for Amy Adams. She’d absolutely crush the role, the fact that she doesn’t have a closet full of Oscars is just despicable (6 time nominee bro). SHE HAS THE VOICE OF AN ANGEL and I don’t think anyone ever lets her sing enough in movies. Put this woman in some broadway revival of an old musical and you’ll catch me personally saving the economy from collapse by taking the train up to see her every weekend. She's so adaptable and different in any role, and I just feel like she’d volley SO WELL with JO’s Wednesday. She's a professional who understands character layers that sweet and angsty Josie requires.

Dr. Holly is Emily Blunt plucked right from the Jungle Cruise movie in terms of how she’s styled but a far cry from her character there with her boldness - even if they would likely have competing career ambitions. ALSO HAVE YOU SEEN EMILY BLUNT IN ALL THE SUITS IN THE NEW NETFLIX PAIN HUSTLER MOVIE? I’m deceased. This is a ghost writing. Holly is really in the story 1) because I needed a plot line for Larissa, post-transformation, that didn’t involve Wednesday and was TRAGIC but beautiful and could GO SOMEWHERE, and2) we REALLY do need something to stabilize the molecular structure of shifting-type Outcasts, and 3) it helped give some context as to how desperate Larissa was to hire Normie "Thornhill" and why she took that chance against her usually better judgement- so there she was! Emily Blunt is a CLASS. ACT. In everything she does and I imagine her in a scene with Gwendoline COULD NEVER exist because it would be too powerful, solve all the world’s problems, and capitalism would break, societies would collapse. It could never happen. It wouldn’t be safe. Here’s her glow up, from fresh-out-of-the jungle, to letting Larissa buy her some new clothes and maybe letting her hair down every now and then, to nerdy botanist bombshell, at the New Nevermore Network, helping her girl rebuild things to be a more fair society for Outcasts. GORGE.

ARE THESE ALL JUST WOMEN IN THEIR MID 40s THAT I HAVE A BIG LESBIAN CRUSH ON? YEAH, YEAH THEY ARE. There’s obviously more for staff at Nevermore and the Network but I have a solid 5k to get to writing still this evening. The rest of my OCs are pretty minor (well villain aside), and I don’t really care enough about any man to spend the time looking for pictures of /boys/. These are the 3 OCs that are featured the most, anyway. Some day I’ll find enough energy to do the rest. I have extreme face-blindness when I read, and the ONLY WAY I can thusly write an OC is if my beta makes a powerpoint presentation for me with an actor/ress in mind for me to visualize in the role. When I tell ya, she hit the nail on the head with those three above? Unbelievable. Another favorite not-OC, but someone I HARDCORE RECASTED FOR THIS would be Granny Frump. We went from Margaret Hamilton (OG Wicked Witch of the West from Wizard of Oz) in the 1960s Addams Family, which is EXCELLENT CASTING, but to fit the more modern-era Wednesday 2022 adaptation, and to give a flair of the drama as to perhaps where Morticia “gets it from,” I decided to cast someone only two years older than Catherine Zeta-Jones to give that “Frump Homespun Magic” storyline some weight of ‘the potions and beauty charms work’ and went with a non-actress, for the aesthetics (though she could KILL IT her appearances are small), and that is the one and only, What Not To Wear’s Stacy London.

Like IMAGINE that matching vibe with CZJ’s Morticia? Stacy has similar build/some features in common, and with the all black hair BUT WITH HER SIGNATURE gray stripe? Iconic. (And that was also Grandpa “Clint’s” backstory last chapter, as in Stacy and Clinton’s dramatic saga. HEY - IF YOU DONT HAVE INSIDE JOKES WITH YOUR BETA in your writing, what’s the point??) Stacy’s voice and CZJ’s Morticia voice together would be SO GRATING and Wednesday would just be so in-her-element between them, I LIVE. 3. I usually just visualize what I’d want the characters to wear! I don’t often have picture inspiration - though sometimes I am writing and it says in bold highlight DESCRIBE THE DRESS - TRACEY FIND ME A DRESS, and she sends me some pictures to go through so I can just describe a garment without having to make it up. I don’t have a Pinterest I’d be willing to share. It’s just a binder full of women in a way that would probably unsettle most.

4. I usually write about 2-2.5k an hour if that is all I’m focused on. I probably average 4-9k on a work day without a second job or social obligation after work, and the most I’ve ever written on a single day that I had no work, other ‘sponserbilities, or social plans was 21k. On an average weekend with like one thing to do during the day and some chores and relaxation time not writing, I probably go around 14-16k per day. At the same time I started this fic, I set a new year resolution to myself to only work my contracted hours, so with the exception of a few crazy times in the school year - like conferences - I work from 8:00-15:30 M-F, and I live a three minute walk from my school, so I don’t even lose time commuting. I also stopped working on weekday evenings on the side in August, and starting in 2024 will not be doing any extra side work at all. I don’t sleep great but I do try! :) Thanks for the questions! I've been meaning to give some faces to those 3 OCs. I strongly encourage you to print out pictures of them and post them on your fridge, you will be 100% happier if you do.

#chaos for the fly #layla answers fic questions

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mojowitchcraft · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Tagged by @emryses 💕

1. How many works do you have on AO3? 25, I have no clue how that happened

2. What’s your total AO3 word count? 278,105... wowowow 👀 dis bish is cray cray

3. What fandoms do you write for? Just Stranger Things at the moment! If you really want you can go find an old HP one shot I wrote years ago on Fanfiction.net but I don't really count that!

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? You’re The Ultimate No One Rides For Free [Night Drives Part 1] You Think These People Really Care For You? [Part 2] Take Me On A Night Drive [Part 3] You Give Me Pale Shelter [Part 4]

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Yes, always

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? I don't really write angst but I guess the lil spooky 500 word vamp Eddie fic I wrote could be considered an angsty ending since it's open to interpretation Awakened I Have Become

7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Strawberries & Cigarettes

8. Do you get hate on fics? No I haven't really! The only annoying things I've seen are people complaining about the smut at the end of the bodyswap fic (You're the Ultimate)

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? Yes! Must have smut! I'm a fairly vanilla person myself, so I don't really veer into kinky stuff in my own writing. I like sex where the characters are having fun, some silly stuff happening is always good. I love Virgin Eddie & Bottom Eddie, so I write that a lot, but they usually switch it up in pretty much everything I write.

10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written? No I haven't! I think cross overs can be fun but I don't think I'll ever write one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope!! I've seen it happen to friends though and it really sucks.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? No, but that would be so cool! I'm always open to people translating or creating something based on my fics!!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Not yet! But @glitterfang and I keep talking about it!

14. What’s your all time favorite ship? Oh god, my brain is so full of Steddie... are there other ships? hahahaha

15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? Right now I'm staring at my Steddie dads fic that I started for Steddie Week and it kinda grew legs... I've been feeling guilty that I haven't finished it, I'll either have to keep it short (3 chapters like I originally planned) and end it more abruptly, or I'll need to brainstorm and expand it. but I DO fully intend to finish it! I just feel shitty that I haven't yet and it keeps slipping my mind. We Part To Meet Again here it is in case you want to read it without ever knowing when it's gonna be updated hahahah *cue everyone running away screaming*

16. What are your writing strengths? Oh god, ask someone else, I don't know!!

17. What are your writing weaknesses? Struggling to make time to write, maybe not being as descriptive with settings and clothing as I could be?

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? This feels like such a random question hahahaha, I mean I've read a few where they're in another country and there's a smattering of a different language. It's nice when authors put the translations in the end notes.

19. First fandom you wrote for? HP technically.

20. Favorite fic you’ve written? How am I to choose between my children!! I do really love Night Drives, and all of my other fics. I was really proud of 'Am I Your Fire?' but it didn't get much attention so I'm gonna say that

zero pressure tags: @toburnup @glitterfang @loki-is-my-kink-awakening @entanglednow @mixsethaddams @justcourbeau

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slowdiived · 2 years

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just tell me i’m yours (kurt kunkle x fem reader)

WARNING FOR SEX FR! this one was cray to write! im excited for everything i have planned next, the story is gonna pick up fr! also just wanted to let you guys know that i pinned my masters list so you can read everything in order :) i also put a playlist for this series on there if you would like to listen, it’s definitely interesting 🤭

the screenshots of you naked circled everywhere. it wasn't a huge story to your delight, just big enough to piss you off. you felt so stupid, how could you be so stupid?

it boosted kurt's accounts, always answering questions about it and milking it for what it was worth. telling people that it was an accident and that you guys both feel weird about it. he wasn't trying to make you feel bad or make you look bad, he just knew if he was always addressing it, he could boost himself.

you tried to push through it, pretending to keep posting like nothing had happened. a few self deprecating tik toks and duets to people who showed their support for you. it was a fight, people saying that one shouldn't look if they respect you- or women for that matter, then another crowd saying it was on a public platform, so it should be public.

you just reported any account you could that had the pictures up.

you had also got fired from your job. it wasn't the worst thing to be away from that wretched store, just humiliating that you couldn't leave on your own terms. they didn't want you to tarnish the name and you just accepted your fate.

the good thing to come out of any of this: you got a brand deal from a sex toy company.

you told them that you wouldn't ever be naked on camera again but they wanted you to talk about the company and what they sell. you were slowly turning your situation into something where you could help women feel comfortable with their bodies and what they want. all while you are discovering that yourself.

the praise was getting bigger than the hate.

and the money you were raking in... you didn't need a part time job to get by.

it had strengthened parts of your relationship with kurt, you guys having a second honeymoon phase after the first was getting close to fizzing out. maybe it was your sense of false confidence, pretending that this was all going to be okay and you could turn it all into positives. maybe it was the fact that kurt was utterly enamored with you and everything you are.

conjoined at the hip, he never wanted to let go. this was the first time he had ever had an obsession with something that wasn't numbers or games. this was something that he hadn't fucked up yet and he didn't want to come close to fucking up.

if one's social media falls, they can pick up the pieces and do something bigger, bad or good. in a relationship, one can't do bad to make it come back. he had to be on his best behavior, he had to be as alert as he knew how to be. he needs to be in tune with your emotions the best he could, learning how to feel and how to cater. his level of comfort had to change and you made it easier, even if he was nervous.

he had already made his mom love you, excited her boy was changing. she embarrassed him the other night at a dinner when she explained how weird kurt was as a child, his accidents and faults. she told you about an accident he had as a kid where he was bed ridden for awhile, your heart breaking for him. you realized a lot about him and his family dynamics, why he would've been considered weird. why he was in such desperate need of someone or something to make him feel good.

after that night, your demeanor to him was so much more gentle than before.

"hey kurt?" you called to him from your bed.

he turned around from your desk where he was working on your laptop to edit this weeks vlog. it was a trip to joshua tree that you both had taken the previous week.

"yes?" he pulled his headphones down, his voice quiet.

"lay with me?" you asked with your arms stretched out.

he immediately put his headphones next to the laptop, standing up and falling onto the bed. he crawled over to you and placed his head on your abdomen, arms caging your lower half.

"don't have to ask me twice," he giggled into you.

you placed a hand in his slightly greasy hair, running your fingers into his scalp.

"i love you," he mumbled into your stomach.

"i love you."

he pulled up your shirt, kissing your skin gently. you giggled and tensed at the sensation, gripping his hair carefully. he left your skin crawling in such a good way, you could never get enough of his touch.

he then pulled up, crawling to your lips. he pressed his into you, kissing passionately. you wrapped your legs around his hovering torso.

he pulled away for air and pressed his forehead against yours, your lips a few centimeters away.

"how are y-you feeling?" he asked.

his breath fanned over your face, warm and minty from the gum he had spit out previously.

"better now that you're on top of me," you whispered, quickly pecking his lips. "why?"

he pressed his body weight into you, pulling his head up. he awkwardly shifted to straddle you and placed his hands on your ribs.

"i was just thinking a lot while editing," he looked down at his hands. "just wanted to make sure you are okay."

"i'm okay," you smiled. "are you feeling alright?"

he looked back up at you and his big dark doe eyes made you melt. you held onto both of his thighs, rubbing your hands along him.

"do you ever get sick of m-me?" he asked.

you frowned and immediately started sitting up against the wall behind you. that shifted him onto his knees while he continued to straddle you. your hands pressed against his warm cheeks.

"no," you shook your head. "not at all. why are you thinking that?"

he shrugged.

"i just don't want you to leave," he admitted. "i-i know you won't but like... i mess up a lot. like my mom said, i can be a lot. i mean i just d-don't want to mess this up also... do you get that?"

you pulled him in close, your lips threatening to spill against his.

"i need you," his eyes sunk into yours as you spoke. "i mess things up quickly and if i haven't managed to do that with you yet, i think we are meant to be something."

your lips collided with his, the both of you not being able to get enough of each other. twisting, turning, hands rubbing over anything you both could touch... this was leading to something you needed. his hands were pulling at your t-shirt, quickly pulling it off and reconnecting to him. he whined into you as your hands pressed against the tops of his thighs, grinding into him a bit. you started sitting up to lower him and he pulled away, his gaze full of pleas to you.

you pulled his shirt of his head, tossing it to god knows where. everything was fast but so sweet, his whimpers turning you into a disarray of lust. you bit his neck, your tongue gliding against his soft skin. he couldn't keep his mouth shut, gasping and moaning out. his hands were traveling your back, occasionally moving to squeeze your clothed ass. you moved down his chest, your lips pressing through chest hair down to his tummy, kisses placed ever so gently.

"i-i need you," he breathed out. "i need you s-so bad please."

you unhooked your bra and he pulled it off so aggressively, yanking you down to put a nipple in his mouth. you could feel yourself growing too wet, your thong probably letting everything escape into your leggings. your whimpers turned into full fledged moans, grinding down into your boy.

"you are doing so good for me," you praised him. "so good for your girl."

he pulled away with a pop, spit disconnecting. he tugged at your leggings and you turned over to pull them down. he had also yanked off his sweats and underwear, his member hitting his lower abdomen.

you straddled him again, this time sliding against his dick. you were so wet and he gasped at the feeling of your warmth.

"oh god," his head shot back as he grabbed your hips. "i want you to fuck the shit out of me. i want y-you to make your good b-boy come please."

his desperation was something else, he had such a fire in his eyes and veracity in his tone. you nodded, kissing his lips.

"i'll make you come five times over baby," you promised. "make sure you know that you are mine."

he cried out at the statement alone.

you grabbed him and lined him up to you, your breath shaky until you slowly descend onto him. he bucked his hips up by accident, the pleasure overtaking him. you cry out at the feeling of getting stretched so fast. he couldn't feel sorry, he was feeling so euphoric. you played along and slowly started bouncing yourself onto him. his fingers could've bruised your hips with his grip. his eyes were scrunched shut, lips parted to let out his slutty fucking moans.

"i can't wait for you to start crying baby," you hand your hands pressed to his chest for support. "make you moan my name over and over."

he groaned and you picked up the pace. the slapping sound was obscene, almost pornographic. he reached for your boobs and kneaded them harshly. you loved every inch of his scrunched up expression, he looked so handsome. you found yourself moaning louder and louder, grinding into him once your legs would get tired. he fell so deep into you, places that you weren’t so use to. you threw your head back and kept going, your clit brushing against the hair that sat atop of him.

“god, (y/n),” his hands traveled down to your waist, fingernails digging. “e-everything you do is so perfect, ugh… you are so beautiful. so fucking perfect.”

you could tell he forgot what he was going to say, your power bringing him to the mess you always liked to see. he started bucking up into you which signaled that he was close.

but you could feel a knot in your stomach that was getting tighter and butterflies raced to the top of your spine. your moans became so insane, surprised that you didn’t care about the neighbors hearing. your walls tightened around him.

“(y/n) i’m so close,” his head shot back again, arching his spine. “i can’t wait to come all in you, make you so p-proud!”

you lost it, your legs twitching and your body internally vibrating from your orgasm. you soon felt him groan loudly, his released shooting all in you. you slowed down the pace but was reluctant to pull yourself off. you both sat there for a minute, sweat being cooled to your skin. your hair was definitely stuck to your face and your vision was coming back to you as your eyes readjusted from being squeezed shut.

you pressed yourself onto his chest, your head resting next to his. he wrapped his arms around your frame.

“why do you think i would ever get sick of this?” you asked, chest still rising and falling at a rapid rate.

“i don’t know,” he whispered against your ear. “maybe you think i’m no good. i’ve changed your life a lot, m-maybe you don’t want to feel like you do anymore.”

you sat up, caging his head with both your arms. he moaned at the feeling of his cock being readjusted in you.

“it’s not your fault,” you sighed. “none of it is your fault. i messed up, blame it all on me.”

you kissed his forehead.

“besides, who else is gonna fuck you like i just did?” you laughed.

he shrugged and laughed as well. you took that as a chance to pull off of him, his release dripping out of you and onto his skin, hot and wet.

“fuck,” he moaned out, craning his neck to look at his spilled out mess.

you sat on the edge of the bed for a moment, your legs not ready to stand. as you tried, they shook which made you throw yourself back down.

“i need to clean up but i think my legs are dead,” you smirk.

he gets up and grabs a towel you had in your clean clothes basket that wasn’t put away. he wipes himself off first and heads over to you, forcing your legs open with his slender frame.

“i got you.”

he wiped the rest of the cum that lingered on you and your inner thighs. he dabbed ever so gently against your overstimulated core.

“you look so pretty with me all in you,” he giggled.

whenever he complimented you with something so simple yet so sweet, your cheeks heat up.

“maybe we should go take a shower,” you sat up and he grabbed your hands, pulling you to your feet. “think we need it.”

#kurt kunkle x reader #kurtsworld96 #kurt kunkle #spree movie #spree #joe keery #kurt kunkle fic #kurt kunkle fanfiction #kurt kunkle x fem reader

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confused-kinnie · 2 years

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[CW: SUI MENTION] IVAN.

WOAH.. CANON ART? FROM ME, MOD DAMIAN? It’s more likely than you think! Lore’s under the cut. It’s a little jumbled, obviously, since I can only go off what I remember him telling me. But hey, maybe this’ll be useful when searching for my canonmates in the future!

If you have any questions about Ivan/079, me, my canon, etc. PLEASE don’t hesitate to ask because I love infodumping

Ivan was a brilliant young scientist, attempting to create an AI that continuously evolved. He failed continuously, always falling short of his goal. Some disease had been eating away at him all the while, making him more and more desperate to leave some impact on the world. To prove that he existed.

One day, Ivan had finally snapped. He decided to alter the program. The AI would still continue to evolve, but it wouldn’t be completely artificial. Ivan would transfer his consciousness into the computer, becoming one with the AI. A ghost in a machine. This time, he succeeded. News of the young programmer’s mysterious death spread like wildfire. While Ivan’s death was officially labeled as a suicide, some believed the young programmer was assassinated by the government. Ivan’s college dorm was cleared out, but the computer remained, and those who stayed in his old dorm claimed the computer altered their writings, fixing mistakes or sending insulting the students insults via mysterious emails or text documents.

Eventually, the computer realized its hardware couldn’t handle the strain of its own existence and attempted to transfer itself to the Cray Supercomputer, drawing the attention of the Foundation. Everything stated in his test logs on the Wiki follow my canon, so I’m not gonna waste time saying what’s already been said. It should be noted that not even the Foundation knew 079 and his supposedly deceased creator were the same person, only the few SCPs close to him knew of his real identity.

For the first few years of my Containment, we didn’t know each other very well, it was more of an unspoken “you scratch my back, I scratch yours” kinda deal, but I was officially introduced to him by Doc and Dyo (049 and 035) around 2010. After a while we had formed a gang consisting of me, Doc, Dyo, Ivan, Sad Boi (096), our site’s 939 pack, and a few other anomalies. We made vast social networks and breaches became more frequent and coordinated. Of course, it was all kept a secret. Anyone who stepped out of line was tortured. Most of us wanted termination, so it wasn’t really a viable threat. But my pocket dimension sure as hell was. He and I designed his “humanoid” body, which could somehow fold up inside the PC to hide it from Researchers. Not gonna go into too much detail about Containment for multiple reasons. It’s not fun to remember this era, my sense of time is VERY warped so I dunno how the timeline really went back then, and there were personal struggles both I and my pals faced, and I don’t want to divulge ALL my top-secret info on my friends without their permission. Even revealing 079′s human name to you all is considered a huge breach of privacy and trust within anomalous culture.

I’m gonna skip over most of Containment and the whole war thing, cus the fuckin war needs a whole post of its own, but TLDR, The Scarlet King and the Gate Guardian had a bitch fight and dragged quite literally everyone else into it. Me n the boys fought alongside the Gate Guardian because none of us really wanted to cease to exist after healing from our past traumas, having a nice found family arc, and adopting several anomalous children. AND SPEAKING OF KIDS, Ivan adopted Cyra (191)! Never thought that guy was a dad type, but I like to think it was my “fatherly influence” rubbing off on him. He was pretty passive-aggressive about it, but it was clear he loved his kid. Ivan had the great idea of holding an O-5 member hostage until they agreed to give us our freedom in exchange for aiding the Foundation during the war. It didn’t work so she was killed. Ngl none of us were upset with that outcome, felt good to finally take decades of pent-up rage out on the guys who thought they owned us.

After the war, the Foundation was forced to drop its veil of secrecy. Ivan negotiated with the O-5 some more and we came to an agreement. All SCPs would be evaluated to see if they could or couldn’t reenter society. Those that passed were given specially designed apartments or houses, tailored to suit them and their abilities. Freed anomalies were routinely tsted to ensure they were still safe to interact with the wider human populous. Those that failed were Contained, but now the Ethics Committe actually did their job and Containment standards were raised. Contained SCPs were allowed to take the Citizen Test at any time and could be granted citizenship if they pass.

Ivan helped improve Containment conditions for other digital SCPs, as well as greatly advanced the realm of robotic prosthetics and computer sciences.

He was a wonderful friend, even if he was a passive-aggressive asshole.

#cw sui mention #tw sui #my art #mod damian #scp 079 #Ivan the digital asshole #scp #scp foundation

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gayspock · 2 years

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ok finished ep 1 :3c randdommm thoughts

firstlyyyy !! hmmm, as an ep? unsure how to feel about this one! in terms of like- progression? does that make sense. idk how to say it... bc it kinda pulls the rug out a few times to the point where im like hmmm idk; i feel like this coulda been done different. does that... make sense? usually i like that abt farscape but here, part of me feels like it was just a "well we're back several steps, and not in a good way that instills frustration, or that was properly exploratory, but just in a this was sort of filling out screentime sort of way" but eh. shrug. it still had a lota lot of good in it:3

ALSO i kind of wanted aeryn to be separated for a good while in terms of what that could do for, like, the story. i think it'd be interesting - because right now, hm.. idk. i feel like crais by himself, with talyn? well im just not so sure!! and again im talking, like, strictly speculatively and in terms of story. so, IM ABSOLUTELY GIVING IT A CHANCE, BTW! especially bc i think farscape does often prove me wrong. however i am GOING 2 speak my truth hereeee [looks shy] ...

i donttt... realllyy... ehrrm.. care for crais and what theyve done with him so far. its not that i dont LIKE him. but he really isnt anything interesting at all to me. shrug. its giving nothing- sorry... its why im kinda glad to see scorpius- bc i was glad to find out crais wouldnt stay "the big bad" because, yeah, it really wasnt working for me. he's nothing interesting, or innovative in terms of a character . sorrryyyyyyy.

and i feel like, by himself, i dont know. like i said- that's speculaitve - but i do sort of... question whether him, being off by himself, is going to be that interesting, because of that. at least, versus him having aeryn there to bounce off of, and inherently kinda tying them back more to the main crew, etc... does that make sense? bc i feel like- yknow, s1, he'd just disappear for long periods of time, and i'd almost forget he was even. a thing. LOL. and his dynamic was also... usually with his subordinates. and idk. they are kind of just npc-types, for lack of a better term. substanceless background guys. i think therefore, whilst you can demonstrate character like that, its never... of the same calibre as when you're actually in scenes with other characters of you know. substance. (and thats not a RULE, ofc, but its something hard to pull off otherwise esp when- well yeah, crais really doesnt feel like anything to me). and that was fine for s1, i think it worked better then, but from now on ehhh idk!!!

ANYWAYS SPEAKING OF

I LOVEEE TALNY I LOVE TALYN THATS ALSO WHY IM CONCERNED BC I JSUT WANT TO SEE MORE OF TALYN .... SORRRYYYY the problem with farscape thus far is theres so many little guys RIGHT up my alley and im bouncing up and down and criyng bC I LVOEEEEE ... WE BETTER GET MORE FREAKING TALYN. SO HELP ME GOD...

also i havent talked abt her much either. i like chiana. BUT i feeel bad bc i wanna LURV her but i think its like... THUS far its kinda obvious they didnt intend to keep her at first. so i really want to see more involvement with her going forward. i dont MIND so much that we havent had a lot of focus on her, so far, even if its like... WELL, i think in general, it was just an odd time to introduce her even if they couldnt rlly help it. like, it was right before all the finale eps and stuff, yknow, so we couldnt have an ep where we get a lot of her!!! but even still, like...

i always said sth i LIKED abt the show was the way they were pretty slow and organically introduced us. so i cant complain that much. :3

IALSO LOVEEE LOVE LOVE THE LACK OF RESET BUTTON ON... EVERYTHING, FRANKLY. IDK IF I SAID THAT YET. but like i love how it HAS been episodic, but things in each episode always actually do have bearings on the show as a whole. even if its just development stuff. like its so refreshing after a lot of trek, and other scifi shows of this ilk - wherein the eps so self-contained...

even in a human reaction. i diddnttt say it at the time BUT yeah im still unsure how i feel abt that one but i really appreciate that even though it was a simulation, they did mitigate the usual failings of that trope- they had the crew in there, and real, so they could actually experience things and it wasnt just crichton going through the ringer. and ofc the other consequence of that ep lol

ALSO speaking of. im kinda glad to see more development with crichton, too, and with all of them but him esp.... babycakes was fucking FRANTIC in this episode, man, holy SHIT.

i liked all of their reactions honestly. help......

idk i feel like iahadosmething else to say oh god what was it

ehrm

yeah d'argo and crichton being WARRIORS together. increasingly obsessed. their rock paper scissors.... oh im obsessseddd

also hate this

OH GOD TUMBLR LOOPS IT FUCKING HELL

#Egg.txt #farscape liveblog

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sixeyesgojo · 3 years

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Why do you love Gojo so much? I’m sorry if this question has been asked before

Anon, don't worry about asking twice or even three times...

Are you prepared for this answer though? I don't know how long this answer will be... I'll try to keep it rather short though because otherwise it would entail a full analysis of Gojo's entire character...

TL;DR: Love me a man who's a little yum yum, a little cray-cray and uwu uwu.

Manga spoilers?

The superficial aspects I really like in fictional characters: appearance (especially the hair), the strength and teasing attitude. Gojo just happens to have all three of them.

If I take a look at my MAL favorite character list, I have 9 characters on there and 4 of them have white/silver hair. And yes, all of them are super strong in their respective verse, so at this point the formula is "white hair = strong" in my head.

Gojo is also a tease. I like that about him because he's not over the top where it's just mean, unless he's talking to an enemy or someone he hates.

His confidence is something I admire and long for because I lack it. His sweet tooth is also something I personally vibe with because I, too, have an insatiable sweet tooth.

On top of that... a character voiced by Nakamura Yuuichi-san? How can I say no?

On a rather deeper level?

From the first moment I got to know this man called Gojo Satoru, I just knew that his cheerful character hid something deeper. (Most of the characters I'm drawn to do.)

And of course, my hunch proved to be right: Gojo Satoru is such a deep, complex and multi-faceted character. He's also one of the few characters that are not defined by the series but instead, he defines the series. It's shown in the fact that the enemies wouldn't make a move just because he exists.

On the one hand, we have the goofy teacher that annoys the living hell out of Megumi simply by being himself and regularly giving Ijichi a heart attack. He also seems to be super cocky and pretty close to having a God complex or something like that (before you ask: no, I do not believe Gojo has a God complex but that's a post for another day... maybe).

That's what we all see at first.

On the other hand, if you dive deeper into his character, you'll quickly notice some other things.

First of all, he's a "shitty teacher". Gojo sucks at traditional teaching, alright? In that aspect, I think Utahime and Kusakabe do better. If you think about it though, Gojo does not suck at teaching at all.

He simply nurtures his students in his own, sometimes twisted, way, with the intention of bringing out their highest potential for growth with each mission or task he assigns.

He uses uncommon methods for this but not before making sure the students are as safe as you can be as Jujutsu sorcerer. After all, he treasures his students a great deal (as can be seen in pretty much every interaction he has with Yuji and also when Yuji dies).

I've said he strives to nurture his students' growth, yes, but he's also respectful about it: He expects great things from Megumi, yet doesn't train him but instead waits for the younger one to approach him.

Yuji is a different matter in this case. Gojo - as busy as that man is - takes in the student without judging him for being Sukuna's vessel and chooses to personally supervise his growth as a sorcerer when he didn't have to - it just adds one more burden onto his already stuffed plate - yet he did. Because he cares. He cares about not unnecessarily throwing another life away (Yuta + Yuji). And he cares about Megumi's opinion or else he wouldn't even ask?

As much as caring Gojo goes, he's also very much capable of being unhinged and feral, if there is need (Shibuya).

He doesn't seem like your typical shonen anime hero that protects people/is on the side of 'justice' "because it's the right thing to do", but rather, he recognizes the faults within this so-called 'justice' and tries to uproot the cause of it. He's capable of thinking and judging for himself and chooses to constantly go against orders that he doesn't think are appropriate - the execution of Yuta and Yuji are one example. Another one would be him and Geto deciding to call off the merger (and you know how important that was), should Amanai Riko express the desire to live on as a normal teenage girl.

Moreover, the drastic change in character is what makes him interesting as well.

At first, he's a cocky teenager who thinks of himself oh-so-highly, with every right. For the longest time, he believed he was undefeatable, only to be proven wrong in a battle against Toji, a man without cursed energy.

This fall from graces shakes him to his core because what? He's been defeated? And thus, he enters a mindset he probably never experienced before: instability and vulnerability first cloud his mind - and he's not capable of processing it at first, leaving him in a delirious state, to the point where Toji questions himself: "Is this man high?"

On top of all this, his best friend 'betrays' the side he is on and defects; that's gotta be a huge blow mentally... and then he has to finish of said friend as well.

That didn't go without consequences.

After Geto's defection that ultimately lead to death in later years... for the first time in Gojo's life, he displays a weakness that is exploitable, used against him in Shibuya.

His fall from grace is a fall from being the strongest to 'oh, maybe I was wrong'.

Gojo went from being a teenager with no apparent goal to being an adult that wants to change the world to one where his (already deceased) best friend can laugh from the bottom of his heart.

On a more personal note:

Generally, his (pretty easy-going) attitude just makes me happy and has actually brought me comfort in harder times.

Obviously, this manchild is also my biggest muse. I have written fanfiction for other fandoms before but I have never published them but Gojo just makes it so easy, I'm having a lot of fun with his character. Plus, without JJK and Gojo, I wouldn't have come to Tumblr at all and therefore, wouldn't have met the wonderful people I call my friends now 💕

All in all, I love the tragedy in his character as the strongest but his unyielding resolve of staying strong, being strong, being the best he can be. The cruelty he, without a doubt, witnessed over and over again, yet he stays kind and caring throughout all of it. Oh, how easy it would be for him to simply destroy everything? "But nobody would support a mass murderer," he is so big-brained for this.

I don't think there's a single aspect of him I do not love? I really adore this man so much.

And yes, this was rather short and I am sure I missed multiple things but I do hope my answer helped.

Maybe, MAYBE, I will post a full one on another day. But that one would be long as fuck...

#nie answers #anon #why i love gojo satoru #musings #kind of?#gojo satoru #gojo #jujutsu kaisen manga spoilers #manga spoilers #gojou satoru

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i-need-some-mint-tea · 3 years

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Science experiments and questions

@red-imeanblue @imma-potatoo, my friends, I believe you wanted to be tagged in the Loceit ceiling fan fic I wrote. Maybe part one? In all honesty, this was so fun to write!

Words: 1330

(Logan’s perspective)

I was going to conduct a science experiment. I was going to see if sticking cherries to the ceiling was a better method of storage than all in a bag. I walked into the kitchen at 2 AM and saw that Janus was still on the ceiling fan. Roman and Janus were in a heated argument on what kind of living places were too extreme earlier, and Janus got a ladder and got on the ceiling fan. He has been there for 17 hours and 21 minutes, refusing to come down. He’s a being of pure spite, I respect that. I didn’t say anything as I got cherries from the fridge, some toothpicks from the pantry, and a ladder.

I had propped up the ladder, and stuck the first toothpick into the ceiling when Janus spoke, “Now, usually I wouldn’t question what you were doing, but I feel inclined to ask this time.”

“Well, I am conducting a science experiment to see if sticking cherries to the ceiling is a better alternative for storage than putting them in a bag,” I replied as I stuck the first cherry on the first toothpick. We both were silent as I stuck cherries to the ceiling, Janus occasionally taking some of the cherries off of the toothpicks to eat.

I was lucky enough to be able to see in the dark pretty well, and Janus’s snake eye can faintly glow in the dark. This becomes relevant when Patton walked in, holding an empty cup, presumably going to fill it with water. He always got thirsty at night. Patton looked at us for a few seconds, then screamed and ran away, I flinched when he screamed, I hated loud noises. Virgil came running down the stairs, with Roman accompanying him while holding a sword.

Virgil flicked the light switch, and the ceiling fan’s lightbulb lit up, illuminating the room. I continued sticking cherries to the ceiling as Janus spun as the fan was on. I could see that they weren’t shocked to see Janus spinning around on the fan, and me sticking cherries to the ceiling.

Patton broke the silence, “Kiddos, if you’re going to be doing….” he looked at us, clearly trying to find a word, “...whatever you’re doing, be sure to say so before going all cray-cray.” I saw Virgil die inside when Patton said ‘cray-cray.’

I was beginning to wonder what the effects of what would happen if I stayed on the ceiling fan for a week.

“Say, Janus, may I join you on the ceiling fan?” I quickly added, “it’s for science, of course.”

Janus smirked, “Of course, it’s for science, is it not?” Patton looked at me getting on the fan, “Listen, my left brain friends, you could get cold, and I’m getting you a blanket,” he said, then went to get blankets.

After Patton got the blankets, Janus and I fell asleep on the fan.

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I woke up a few hours later, the sun somehow shining directly in my eyes even though that we’re in the mindscape. Then I remembered that Roman wanted there to be a sun, so now there is. I had long ago learned not to question Roman so much, if I did, I’d end up with a headache. Why was I spinning? Oh, right. I’m on the ceiling fan with Janus. I looked over at Janus, who was sleeping. He looked so peaceful, his hat was halfway off, and his tongue sticking out in what Patton and Virgil would’ve called a “blep”. Luckily, I had brought the cherries and toothpicks up with me on the ceiling fan. The fan was off, which was good, I didn’t want to fall off while sticking cherries to the ceiling.

After a few minutes of struggling to stick the toothpicks to the ceiling because the fan was too flimsy, an idea came to mind. I was going to get off the fan to go get my materials, then I remembered that this is the mindscape. I summoned some planks of wood and got to work.

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(Janus’s perspective)

I awoke to the sound of a saw cutting through wood, and a hammer.. well… hammering.

I opened my eyes, “Oh, Logan, please continue to disturb my sleeping,” I said, my voice dripping with sarcasm. I saw Logan stop and look at me, “My apologies, Janus. I did not intend to disrupt you.”

I rubbed the bridge of my nose and said, “Yes, yet you still went ahead and did… say, what are you doing, my dear nerd?” If I hadn’t known any better, I would’ve said Logan froze for a second at the nickname.

Logan adjusted his glasses, “Well, you see, sticking toothpicks to the ceiling whilst I barely have any surface area to keep me steady,” he gestured to the fan, “shall surely result in me falling.”

“Oh, I would’ve loved to see that. The great Logan falling from a ceiling fan,” I said jokingly while laughing a bit at the mental image. “Also Logan?” I started, Logan looked at me, “have you forgotten that we are in the mindscape?”

“No, of course I haven’t.” He looked puzzled, “That’s why I- ..oh.” There it was. That priceless face, the face of when he forgot something. I was about to interject, but suddenly, without warning, he expanded the size of the fan. He filled the gaps between the blades, but still enough room for dangling limbs. Though, because he didn’t give a warning, I let out a squeak of surprise.

He looked at me with a mildly amused expression. “Don’t you dare say anything,” I said while maintaining eye contact with a blank face to assert dominance. He let out a snort of laughter and started to stick toothpicks to the ceiling.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, Dee,” Logan said with a half-smile. I looked at him and grinned.

“Was that sarcasm, Logan? Then again, you are very snarky on a daily basis,” I stated, examining my fingernails despite not being able to see them through my gloves.

“As are you,” Logan replied.

“Yes, I will gladly take my trophy as the sassiest side,” I joked light-heartedly.

He rolled his eyes, “Don’t forget the shortest.”

I scoffed, clearly feigning offense. “How rude, Logan. Going straight for the most vulnerable part of myself, how mean. At least I have morals.” I heard Logan laugh, it was one of the best sounds. I smiled as the sound filled my ears, despite myself.

You know those moments you just want to last forever? This was one of them. I just wanted to stay here forever in this wonderful moment in time, listening to Logan’s laughter.

I then realized what I was thinking. Wait, ew, feelings.

Logan stopped laughing after a bit, “How dare you make me laugh. I have a reputation,” he joked.

“Well, you don’t have a reputation when I’m here. If you do, I’ll shatter it,” I chuckled, “besides, nobody else is here. Who’s going to witness me breaking your reputation anyways?” I asked.

Logan paused, and tilted his head, clearly thinking about what I said. “Well..” he began hesitantly, “you are right, I suppose.”

I let out a bark of laughter, “Please continue to tell me that I’m right. It feels so good to be right.” I looked at him, “Especially to be told that I’m right by you.” I grinned crookedly.

Logan suddenly looked curious. “Is me telling you that you’re right different from any other side saying it? If so, how?”

“Huh. How is it different?” I asked myself aloud. Maybe it’s just because he’s so logical, it feels good to be told that you’re right by him. Then again, Roman is so competitive, and he rarely, if ever, tells anyone that they’re right, that should probably mean more, right?

I imagined each of the other sides telling me that I was right. For some reason, Logan’s felt more… meaningful.

Well, I don’t have time to unpack all of that.

“I don’t know.” I finally said after a few minutes of silence. Logan’s brow furrowed, then he nodded. He then continued to poke toothpicks onto the ceiling, then cherries on the toothpicks all while looking so lost in thought.

I wanted to answer his question, I really did. I just truly didn’t know the answer.

#loceit #loceit fic #ceiling fan au #logan #janus #logan sanders #janus sanders #mintwrites #sanders sides

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xpeachesncream · 3 years

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off the grid | one

summary: it was as simple as swapping places with a stranger from across the world to get away from everything back home. that is - until you meet Jimin. things become more complicated as he unfolds a new chapter in your life that you were initially trying to avoid.

pairing: reader x pjm

genre: post-college au, christmas/holiday au | angst, fluff, smut (to come)

words: 3384

chapter warnings: cussing / mature language, slight flirting, nothin’ too cray

notes: as mentioned on ‘perfectly wrong,’ i tend to write short chapters, but that means there will be quite a few chapters ahead.

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The jetlag must have hit you bad because the sun is shining in brightly through the windows and it's about to be 1PM.

"Aw, fuck." You say to yourself as you sit up and rub your face to wake yourself up. You feel like you've been hit by a truck, but there was no way you were going to spend your day sleeping and getting yourself on track. Time is of the essence.

You head downstairs to the bathroom to wash up and start getting yourself ready for today. The TV is on a random channel while you toast yourself some bread to make a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. You didn't feel too hungry, solely because you were more excited to get out there and try the local food.

As you finish up your sandwich, you start to make your way back upstairs to get into your outfit, but you suddenly stop when you hear a voice outside in the hallway. At first, it didn't cause any alarm because it sounded distant enough to make you think it wasn't coming towards your way. However, that quickly changes when the voice is right outside the door and is clear as day.

"Yo, Yana! Open up!" The knocks came suddenly on the door. You hesitated, wondering if Yana had also just left without giving anyone a heads up because who in the hell was this man pounding on her door at this time? The day barely started for you. "Yana! Come on! Quit playing around before I knock this door down myself!" You definitely didn't want that, so you cross your arms tightly near your chest as you walk to the door. You reach for the door handle to swing it open, revealing a somewhat flustered male standing in front of you with a huge tupperware of food in his hands.

"Uh, hi? Can I help you?"

"You're not.. Yana?" His eyebrows furrowed. He welcomes himself in, almost causing you to trip over yourself as you move aside, checking the bathroom and quickly glancing up and around the loft.

"Last time I checked, I sure wasn't." You shut the door and cross your arms tightly as you watch him stand there. You couldn't help but notice how attractive he was - standing at a good 5'9-5'10, fair skin, grey, ash-blonde hair that was parted down the middle, with some layers falling around the front of his face. His lips were pink and plump, and you couldn't help but gaze at his beautiful eyes, which for sure had grey tinted lenses in at the moment. You could see his resemblance to Yana. He seemed way too unreal though, in a good way. You quickly checked your appearance in the mirror through the bathroom, making sure your hair wasn't a mess or that you weren't a mess in general. But lo and behold, you were still in your Hello Kitty pajama shirt and shorts.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to barge in like that. I'm Yana's brother, Jimin. Park Jimin." He softly smiles at you and shows off his pearly whites, his hand on the nape of his neck as he quickly checks you out from head to toe. "Nice jammies."

"Well, I wasn't necessarily expecting an intrusion at this time." You wrap your arms around your chest to cover up Hello Kitty as much as you can.

"Right, sorry. She wasn't answering my calls or texts so I came over here to check on her, plus my mom asked me to bring this over. Any idea where she might be since you're apparently occupying her space now?"

"She didn't tell you anything?" His right eyebrow raises.

"No? Care to fill me in?"

"She put her loft up on a home exchange website, so we decided to swap homes for a bit. She's down at my apartment in California right n-"

"California? Since when? How long is she going to be there for?" He laughed a bit. "You're talking about my sister Yana, right? She doesn't go anywhere. She barely even leaves her house."

"I'm pretty sure we're talking about the same Yana." You pursed your lips into a fine line before chiming in again. "I just got here yesterday afternoon, so I'm sure she's still getting herself situated. We're switching back after Christmas."

"Why didn't she say anything?" You can tell the question wasn't necessarily directed towards you and moreso just Jimin thinking out loud, but you respond anyway. He has such a soft demeanor that you don't feel threatened by him being around you at all, even if this whole thing was accidental.

"I don't.. know? I'm really sorry, I don't know what to tell you." You shrugged. You felt bad Yana's own brother was out of the loop, but you get it. You were in the same spot as she was. You just had to do what you had to do without anyone holding you back sometimes.

"Nah, no worries. I'll get a hold of her somehow." He shakes his head and makes his way to the kitchen. He places the tupperware he has in his hands in the fridge, then toothlessly smiles back at you as it closes. "Since you're here, help yourself to my mom's food."

"Mm, are you sure? I mean I don't want to-"

He chuckled and ran his hand through his hair. "Seriously, Yana isn't here to eat it and it shouldn't go to waste."

"Why don't you eat it?"

"Because I have my own at home." He smiled. "You're not going to get out of this one, you know?"

"Thank you. Or, um, thanks to your mom." You rub your arm as you chuckle nervously while following him to the door. The fuck Y/N, don't start acting up around him now.

"Sorry about that again." He turns to smile at you again, hands now deep in his pockets. "I didn't catch your name?"

"Y/N."

"Nice to meet you." Jimin nods and chuckles. "I promise I don't just barge into people's homes like that."

"Mhm, your sister must think you're a handful."

"If anything, she's the handful, clearly." He cocks his head to the side. "California, huh?"

"The golden state." You shrug and chuckle. Really, Y/N? The golden state?

"I bet." Is all he says before he starts to back away from the door. "Well, I don't want to take more time out of your day. You must have some plans to get through. Thanks again, Y/N."

"Yeah, no problem." You watch as he walks down the hallway. As he descends down the steps, you gently shut the door and walk upstairs to finish getting ready so you can finally start your first adventure. To where? You don't know and that's a-okay.

[Y/N] 1:56pm: Hey Yana, I hope you're settled in! Your brother came here to drop off some food and to check on you. I may have told him you were in California, but I didn't say anything else after that. I'm sorry :( Hopefully that doesn't cause issues. Let me know if you need anything.

[Yana] 2:05pm: Hey! Haha no worries, I'm struggling a little with the sleep schedule but I'll be fine. Thanks for letting me know! Was he mad?

[Y/N] 2:07pm: No, he just couldn't believe you were out there since he claims you don't leave the house often. Haha.

[Yana] 2:08pm: Wow, he said that? Very Jimin like. He's 25 years old going on 80 so he shouldn't be one to talk. Agh, can't live with him, can't live without him. I'll deal with it. Hope my little brother didn't bother you too much after that! Many apologies if he did!

From what you gather, Yana is super sweet and you can tell she has a close relationship with her brother. You were quite surprised Jimin was her little brother, simply due his slightly overprotective nature and how he threatened to break down the door. Nonetheless, Jimin seemed to be concerned for his sister's wellbeing and you could tell he was sad when he realized she wasn't going to be around for awhile. You truly hope you didn't mess anything up or cause any issues for her plans though. It reminds you of your own friends and how you'll probably get the same earful in the next couple of hours. Until then though, you stick to the plan and tuck your phone deep into your bag before navigating the nearby streets to do some exploring.

Meanwhile, Jimin tosses his keys onto the kitchen counter as he enters the apartment he shares with his two bestfriends.

"You find her?" Taehyung sits on the couch with one foot up. He's holding a cup of tea in his hand while watching a movie on TV.

"Yana?"

"I'm sorry, were you looking for someone else besides your sister?" Taehyung asks sarcastically, which Jimin ignores.

"No, but I met Y/N." Jimin flatly responds as he plops onto the couch next to him and pulls up Yana's number to get a hold of her.

"Who is Y/N?"

"She's living at Yana's."

"Wait, what? She has a roommate now?" Taehyung looked at him, completely and utterly confused with this whole conversation.

"Nope. My sister is apparently in California cause she swapped homes with her."

"That's a thing?"

"I guess so." Taehyung watches as Jimin puts the phone to his ear.

"Yana, what the hell?" Jimin says into the phone as he stands up and walks towards his room.

"Calm down, fool. Why did you barge into my place like that? Perfect impression to give Y/N while she's still settling down."

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to California for the holidays?" He ran his hand through his hair. As guessed, he indeed had a very close relationship to his sister. Knowing she wouldn't be around for Christmas made him a pretty sad. He knew Yana had been wanting to get away for a bit, especially with the personal things she had going on, but he had wished she talked to him about what was going on first. He wanted to help in any way that he could.

"Because I knew if I did, you'd try and stop me."

"N-no!" He stuttered. "No, I wouldn't."

"Yes, you would've. Or, you would have tried to come with."

"What's wrong with that?"

"Chim, I just really want my own time in a new setting, away from everything that's familiar. Just for a bit." Jimin sighed. He wasn't going to argue.

"Alright, I get it. Please just stay safe out there, okay?"

"Yeah, I will. I'm surprised you haven't ran to mom yet." He chuckled.

"Jeez, is that what you think of me? A tattle-tale?"

"Mm, sometimes." She laughed. "You can be quite the baby."

"Hey, woah! This wasn't supposed to be about me." He grabbed his chest, feeling a little attacked by his sister. "Look, I'm not gonna say anything but eventually she's gonna notice. You know her."

"Then let her, I'll deal with it then."

"Alright, go for it." Jimin threw his hand up in defeat like Yana can see him somehow. Mom wasn't scary; if anything, she was always super supportive. However, Jimin and Yana both knew she'd be nothing but a worried mess knowing Yana was out in California on her own. "Let me know if you need anything from me, okay? Watch out for yourself down there."

"I will. I'll talk to you later, I'm gonna try to get on with my day before all I do is sleep. I love you."

"Love you too." Yana hangs up the phone, sighing at the mess she created with her luggage sprawled out in the room. She tried digging for something more appropriate for the Los Angeles weather at the moment, in which the sun was shining warmly but the surrounding morning air was cold. She headed back into the living room to scroll through her phone and figure out what to do with her day. She could go for some good coffee and breakfast right now, but where? Something walkable? She figured she could also uber around until she got used to the public transportation around here.

Some pancakes, eggs and—

Knock, knock, knock.

Yana sprung her head up to face the door, unsure of who could be here this early. She too was wondering if you had just left without notice, or if it could be the mailman delivering a package. But, this early? Is this how they did it in California? She peeks through the peephole to see a rather tall figure, wearing a beanie, hoodie, sweats, a coat and sneakers. He held two cups of coffee in his hands as he waited patiently for the door to be swung open.

"Hi." Yana said, cocking her head to the side as she held onto the door knob. He furrowed his eyebrows, confused as to why she was answering the door and not his bestfriend.

"Hi, I'm sorry. Is Y/N here?" Yana chuckled and shook her head. Figures. They were exactly on the same page with this swap.

"No, I'm sorry. She's in Seoul." His eyes widened.

"Seoul? As in South Korea Seoul?" She nodded.

"Yeah, we swapped homes for the month. Sorry, I'm guessing she didn't tell you anything." He shook his head. "Come in. I'm Yana." She smiled, having him return the smile back.

"Namjoon." He steps in and directly goes for the kitchen to place the coffee cups down. "Help yourself to the coffee I brought over."

"Thanks." She smiled softly.

"So, when exactly did this swap happen?"

"I just got here not too long ago, actually. Y/N just got situated too."

"Damn, that recent?" Namjoon shook his head. "I don't get why she just upped and left like that."

"I'm sorry, I'm sure it wasn't anything personal."

"No need to apologize." He chuckled. "I'm kind of just thinking out loud here. It's a little random, that's all. I'm sure I'll hear the reasoning soon." He leaned his back against the counter. Yana thought he was really attractive, with the way he leaned back against the counter, buff arms crossed at the chest. She knew her reasoning for agreeing to the swap, especially with the troubles she's had with her ex, Jackson. But, to be honest, she wouldn't mind running into this man every so often. He showed off his dimple when he smiled and chuckled earlier, giving off some sort of calmness to his personality.

"Yeah, I'm sure you will."

"Did you guys know each other for awhile or something?"

"Nope, met completely out of the blue on the home exchange site."

"Nice." He nodded. He was just confused and almost shocked that you left without briefing him and Yoongi. Not that you owed them any explanation, but you've all been so transparent with each other due to the nature of your relationship. Why did you go off so far? Why didn't you let them tag along? What kind of Hannah Montana ass life are you living? "Definitely not something Y/N would do." Namjoon did a little head tilt.

"Are you her.. significant other?"

"God, no." He made a sour face. "We've been close since high school. Me, her and our other friend Yoongi. It's always been us three." She nodded.

"That's sweet." He smiled at her toothlessly, keeping his gaze on her as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. She felt her cheeks heat up, so she couldn't help but break the staring game by looking down at the floor.

"Sorry, you must have things to do. I'll get going." He pushed off on the counter.

"I was actually just trying to figure out what I could do with my day. Any recommendations?"

"Tons. Depends on what you're looking to do to start off your first day in LA." She chuckled.

"Not too much since the jetlag will hit me sometime soon."

"I can show you around if you'd like? It's honestly not easy getting around here without a car. Uber is cool and all but those surcharges can get to you." She smiled but hesitated to answer. They had literally just met, but she didn't feel any weird vibes coming from him. If anything, he was already showing how down to earth and laid back he was. "Only if you'd like, of course. I promise I don't bite or anything." She chuckled.

"Actually, yeah. I'm down for that. I just need to go get ready."

"Take your time." Namjoon hung over the kitchen counter to go through his phone as Yana walked away. He figured he could help her get some breakfast and take her down to Santa Monica, for starters.

Later that afternoon, Namjoon brought Yana back home to rest up early. There were only so many things you could do from early on and he could tell she was getting pretty tired even though she tried her hardest to keep up, which made him feel bad. He got to his apartment that he shared with Yoongi and threw his beanie and keys off to the side of the dining table.

“Yoongi-ah!” He called out for Yoongi. The boy came out of his room, looking like he had just woken up from a deep nap.

“Why are you yelling for me?”

“Did you know Y/N was in Seoul?”

“Our Y/N? In Seoul?”

“Yes, that’s what I just asked.” Yoongi scratched his head and sat down on the couch, head tilting back to rest on it.

“No. The fuck? Since when?”

“Like a day or whatever ago, I don’t really want to calculate the time difference right now.”

“Why is she there?”

“Dunno. Wanna find out?” Yoongi scrolled through his phone and shook his head.

“They’re 15 hours ahead, so it’s like 8:30 AM there. I wouldn’t do that if I were you. She’s probably ti-” Namjoon instantly went into the Favorites tab of his phone to quickly pull up your contact info and call you. “Alright, don’t say I didn’t tell you so.” The first time he called you through Facetime, you didn't pick up. So he tries again, completely ignoring the whole time difference shpeel from Yoongs.

"What?" You asked groggily on the other line, eyes still closed while you had the phone staring up at the ceiling so Namjoon couldn't see you.

"How's Seoul?"

"Namjoon, leave me alone. It's 8AM."

"You’re usually up by that time when you’re here, get up out of that bed.”

“Clearly, I’m not home. You just said it.” You groaned.

“I told you she would be mad.” Yoongi peeks his head into the small Facetime frame on Namjoon’s phone. “Just for the record Y/N, I told him not to call you.”

“Why didn't you tell me?! I brought coffee only to find Yana at your apartment.” Namjoon continues to ignore all cues.

"You met her and she had coffee. Sounds like a win-win to me."

"Why didn't you say anything?" He whined.

"Because I knew if I did, you and Yoongi would try and come along."

"Ah, wait, wait. Is that so bad?!" Yoongi chimed in, a little hurt from that statement.

"I love you both dearly, but I really just wanted this to be solo-dolo." Namjoon sighed.

"Are you okay at least?"

"Yes, I promise. I'd be even more fine if you both let me get a little bit more sleep."

"You didn't do this because of Romeo, did you?"

"I'd be lying if I said no. Look, for the most part, I just wanted to get away from LA for a bit. Get away from work and all the other stressors that home has been bringing. Okay?”

"I get it."

"Now stop going to my house and scaring Yana, you giant."

"I took her around today."

"Don't start with the funny business, Joonie."

"And what if the funny business comes to me instead?" He pulled the camera close to his face, smirking and wiggling his eyebrows. ‘You’re ugly,’ You hear Yoongi faintly say in the background, who is now completely out of the frame.

"Bye." You hang up and turn over to try and head back to sleep. Let's get this straight - you love Namjoon and Yoongi. You've done a lot of things together and you always look for their company. But, there were things you needed to get past on your own. The work stress and the impostor syndrome, keeping up with LA, your ex and the on and off years you've been putting yourself through all the hurt.

You felt like you really couldn't blame anyone but yourself, especially with Romeo and how he had been treating you. He had been treating you like a convenience and he never showed any effort. Yet, you always gave in because this was a man you loved for nearly the past 5 years.

It was just time. You were done. You had to remind yourself who you were.

#bts #bts fanfiction #jimin fanfiction #jimin #park jimin #off the grid #otg #writing #jimin x reader

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brattywriters-anonymous · 4 years

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Shoot Your Shot

I found this meme and it screamed Cray Cray Erik so I chose to try my hand at this lol

Erik Stevens x Kesia (pronounced Kee-sa) Mannor (OC)

“Baaabe you know I gotta find a new outfit for my promotion party! I must’ve looked in my closet a million times and I couldn’t find anything!” Kesia was on facetime with her boyfriend of six months, Erik Stevens. When they first got together, she didn’t know much about him, except for he was in the Navy for six years before getting out and whilst enlisted he got his bachelors and master degrees in Engineering. He kept information about himself simple with Kesia.

“Girl, you look amazing in whatever you wear! Why you gotta go up to that mall? You know that’s where all them thirsty ass niggas be at.” Erik protests. Kesia rolls her eyes, “Aye! What I tell you about rolling your eyes at me?!” Erik’s face goes stoic. It sends a chill down Kesia’s spine as she immediately responds, “Don’t do it.” He nods, “Exactly.” “I’ll only be gone for an hour, I’ll be back at my house and you can see me try it on!” “You got 59 minutes, babygirl. Make em count!”

Kesia puts the finishing touches on her makeup as Erik admires her from her bed, “Damn baby, you sure we can’t just celebrate in the crib tonight? I’d make it worth skipping your party...” He saunters over to her and attempts wraps himself around her from the back, she slivers out of his grasp, walking to the kitchen, “Mmm mm! I worked my ass off for this gig, I’m celebrating with my people, and my baaaabyy.. We can do all of that when we’re drunk and back here!” Erik curses under his breath and accepts defeat. Just as he was about to sit back down on Kesia’s bed, her phone rings. It’s an unknown Oakland number. Erik knows everything about Kesia so he knows she doesn’t leave numbers unsaved. He yells towards the kitchen, “Keeee! Who’s calling you from this unknown number?!”

Kesia freezes in her tracks, “Uhhh.. idk baby. Maybe a telemarketer.” Erik twists his lip, “Hmph.” His “spidey senses” as Kesia loved to put it, were tingling. He always knew when something wasn’t right.. She blames it on his deployments and overall lack of trust in people. He accepts the incoming call.

“Yeee, ay wassup shorty! This Dontay, dude from the mall earlier! Sorry it took me a few to call you, I had a few errands to run. But you free tonight?” Kesia scurries into her room once she hears the stranger’s voice. Erik shakes his head at her and hangs up the phone. “I told you about them thirsty ass niggas at the mall!”

DING! DING!

Her phone lights up as an incoming text pops up from the unsaved contact, Kesia reaches toward Erik for her phone, he raises it above his head and out of her reach, “Nah. You need not worry about this phone tonight. Finish getting dressed.” She pouts as she sits down to put her heels on.

Kesia has been entertaining all of her loved ones since she arrived at her promotion party Erik put together for her at a new Reggae club in downtown Oakland called New Karibbean City. Erik has purposefully been apart from her the entire time, yet he has her phone on lock. It doesn’t help that his face unlocks it as well. Kesia has seen enough of him typing away on her phone so she sneaks away from the party as she sees him heading to the restrooms.

“E!” He turns around, “Ke?” He responds in the same tone as her, “Can I have my phone back?” He looks up in the air as if he’s thinking about it, then he hands it to her from his pants pocket. She unlocks it and doesn’t see a trace of the unknown number. Not in the call history or text messages. She raises her eyebrow, “Erik Stevens.. What did you do?” he shrugs, “I didn’t do anything” He embraces his girlfriend as he congratulates her, “I’m proud of you Ke. You really did work hard for the promotion. I’ll see you when you get to the house. The key still under that plant on the porch?” Kesia looks confused, “Uh.. yeah. Where are you going?” Erik lets out a deep, yet scary laugh, “The less you know..” He gives her a long, deep kiss on her red stained lips, then leaves out the back door.

Kesia gets out of her Uber, stumbling to her door. She struggles to unlock her door and get in her dark house, thinking her boyfriend is already sleeping. “Good, I don’t gotta get yelled at tonight. I was NOT tryna hear--” “Hear what, princess?” Erik’s brassy voice comes from the far corner of her living room, Kesia jumps, “SHIT ERIK! Why you standing over there in the damn dark?” Erik ignores Kesia’s inquiry, takes a seat on the couch, whilst grabbing the remote control. “Come, sit.” Kesia does as she’s told.

Erik turns on the television then changes the channel to 2.

“Good evening Oakland! This is Noah Clark for your 10PM News on DWOL Channel 2. BREAKING NEWS from the Eastmont Hills area. Covering the story is our reporter, Rebecca Moore, Rebecca? What do ya have?”

There’s a pregnant pause as the reporter listens in for the host’s question, “Yes, I am here on the corner of 79th Avenue and Hillside Street where this home that you see behind me, has been riddled with bullets around 8:45 this evening. Police that arrived on the scene believes that two to three suspects drove past this residence and unloaded shots from tactical T-91 assault rifles. Our Oakland PD SWAT doesn’t even have these in their possession. A witness who seems to live in this home, tells us what happened.” The program transitions to an interview that was recorded slightly earlier to a familiar face, “Yeah, so.. I was waiting on this girl I just met to pull up on me. I was on the porch. Next thing I know, my dog started barking from the back yard. As soon as I turned to see what she was barking at, I hear shots. I duck down for cover! I don’t know who could’ve done this. I don’t got no enemies.” The sound fades out as Rebecca’s voice forms in the background, “Twenty nine year old Dontay Phillips lives in this southeast Oakland home with his bedridden grandmother who was stirred awake by the 57 shots let off by these military grade weapons. Luckily no one was shot in the melee of gunfire, but it sure did shake Phillips up.” Dontay’s voice pans back in, “I’m grateful to the lord above me and my granny still here.”

Kesia watches the tv in awe. She cannot believe that Erik shot up Dontay’s grandmother’s house, She looks up at her conniving boyfriend, “How did yo--” He slips his hand in between her thighs where her phone rested and holds it up, “I told you.. the less you know..” Kesia slaps his arm, “You could’ve killed them!” “Ke, you know if I wanted Dontay dead, he would’ve been dead. I ain’t know he lived in his grandma house. He flexed to m---to you that he lived alone.” “Waiit.. He did what now?” Erik explains that while you were keeping your friends and family company, he was texting Dontay telling him that you were free for the night, plans got canceled. He sent you--Erik his address and told you--him.. that he lives alone. “He’s lucky I just wanted to scare his bitch ass. If I wanted to kill him, him and his granny would’ve been gone..” Erik cuts the TV off then stares at you.. awaiting for a response. “Why are they saying there were multiple assault rifles? You got somebody to do this crazy shit with you?” Erik flashes his bottom fangs as he cheeses at her odd question, “I got three of those bad bitches! I call em Blossom, Bubbles, and Buttercup.” Kesia rolls her eyes at his names for his guns that could’ve killed some guy you had no intentions of even getting to know. “I just switched em out every 20 or so rounds.. each one got a different serial number on the shells.. all of em are impossible to track.”

Kesia stares at him for a spell, then she bursts out laughing. “Okay so you CRAZY CRAZY? Got it!” Erik protests, “Uhh uh. I told you about them thirsty ass niggas. You had the audacity to give that sucka ass nigga yo number.. I had to regulate. Oh, and I blocked his number after I deleted the text thread and his call.” With that, Erik gets up and snatches his shirt off. That makes Kesia gasp with a hint of a moan. Erik’s ears perk up after hearing it, “So you coming to bed baby? Let’s finish celebrating that promotion.” Kesia grabs his hand and leads him to her bedroom while shaking her head at her crazy boyfriend, “Let’s.”

Hope you all like it! I know I’m rusty as shit but hopefully requests will roll in and I can get back in the swing of things.

@chaneajoyyy What my favorite librarian think about it?!

#bp fanfic #bp fanfiction #bp au #Erik Stevens #Erik Stevens x oc #erik stevens fanfic #crazy!erik #Erik Killmonger #erik killmonger x oc #erik killmonger fanfiction #erik killmonger fandom

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cycat4077 · 2 years

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(Random numbers!) 5, 13, 15, 23, 37, 39, 43, 46, 57, 64, 78, 82, 89, 93 ❤️

So many xD

5: What does your latest text message from someone else say?

How are the buzz buzzes 🐝?!?! - my former summer student who is basically like the little sister I never had.

13: What’s your religion?

Like Sonny, I'm technically Catholic but definitely non-practising. I like to think that I'll be ok just trying to go through life being as kind to others as I can.

15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?

Behind. I don't consider myself particularly photogenic and I much prefer to take photos of naturey stuff.

23: How do you vent your anger?

Good question? I guess if I'm alone, I'll listen to music, but I most often vent my stress to my momma. (There are other, I suppose, unhealthy habits I have because of stress, but that's another tale for another time.)

37: Do you believe in luck?

I'm not sure. I tend to do certain superstitious-type things sometimes with no real reason for them but I dunno about straight up luck. Karma on the other hand...

39: What time is it?

10:38pm

43: Do you have any nicknames?

Mostly just "Tiff". Two F's, not one! My great uncle also used to call me Flossy (:

46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?

Too many to count lol. I'm a bug nerd :D

57: How many relationships have you had?

Zero. Nada. Zilch. Romantic ones that is. I'm destined to be an old cat lady...

64: Where is your best friend?

Approximately a 5min car ride away or wherever @clevervonskelli currently is!

78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?

Maybe? I don't know. Although, we were forced to read this dude's work in French class who lived a long-a$$ time ago and suffered from syphilis and that crap was bat-sh*t cray cray...and not in a good way.

82: What is your favourite word?

Terpsichorean.

89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?

See end of #23

93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?

I've often thought about this and there are a few things that would be nice to get rid of from the ol' noggin...but at the same time I probably would be a very different person as a result. And though I'm far from perfect, I don't completely mind how I've turned out so far and a lot of that is because certain negative experiences have shaped me this way.

#teamsladsandgents #thank you Julie :3 #an ask! in my ask box

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nightswithkookmin · 3 years

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I am curious about your take on something. So Taekook probably hate the idea of Taekook, right? If Jk and Jimin are together (as I beleive they are) then the very idea of taekook has to be like sooo weird for everyone, especially when it results in hate directed at Jimin. So why don't Taekook agree to like NEVER LAY HANDS ON ONE ANOTHER in public. I know they shouldnt have to. They like skinship and all. And no one is going cray cray over jinkook or jihope etc. But its an easy fix? Maybe not?

Tradshippers... Haha.

The gag being Tuktukkers say the same thing about Jimin and Jikook all the time- if V is his soulmate and friend, shouldn't he keep his hands off JK? Shouldn't he respect the sanctity of his friends' relationship? Doesn't he care that his actions with JK hurt Tae? That he is wrecking another man's home, yadda, yadda, yadda.

Heard it all before. Not particularly impressed by that level of rudimentary mental adroitness- at all. It all flows from insecurities and or the shipper's dissatisfaction with how these people in reality interact with one another because that often tend to be in disharmony with their shipping fantasies about their OTP.

The shipping community in general is a fantasy bubble. Haven't done much research on its demographics but from my observation, it seems the younger demographic can't seem to detach fantasy from reality while the much 'adult' population'- perhaps, for fear of having their reality warped or their hearts broken, are too engrossed in reality as such tend to approach shipping with quizical glares at best, cynicism, skepticism and what I like to call a false sense of logic- at worst.

Then of course, there are those in between.

But one thing they all seem to have in common is their emotional response to the demystification of their fantasies. Like any fantasy, people tend to lash out at or carry resentment towards anything or anyone that threatens their false sense of safety built around their fantasy.

For Taekookers they tend to lash out at Jimin or even Jokers because they threaten their sense of ship safety. Jokers do the same with JK more so than Tae, but Tae too nevertheless.

Taekook, Jinkook and the other ships Jikooker's are threatened by are viewed as threats and looked upon with disdain and resentment only because they ruin the fantasy of Jikook for them and nothing else.

And if that's not the case, then these people are too invested in someone else's relationship and lack both personal and emotional boundaries- it's their relationship not ours.

You can't sit in your homes, behind the screens and pilot someone else's relationship or point out what is wrong with their relationship and feel strongly about it to the point you start demanding and dictating how they should relate with eachother or their friends- that's entitlement and borderline toxicity which is scary, not gonna lie.

Jikook and Vmin equally ruin the fantasy of Taekook for their shippers. And they look to Jimin as the grinch and killjoy, hence lash out against him without reservation.

In a perfect shipping alternate universe, Taekook or Jikook would be couples within a group where it's glaringly clear that they are couples and as such no other ship would compete or interact with them in a way that raises questions about the general perception of them as a couple unit within the group or threaten their status as such. But this is reality. Not fantasy. And it just doesn't work that way.

Most of these conversational topics you raise are about how people want their OTP to behave rather than how their OTP actually behave towards one another.

It's especially disconcerting when their disapproval of an interaction stems from them 'wrongly' labeling or interpreting that interaction as 'intimate' and or romantic and proceed to go on an emotionally charged rant on behalf of their OTP calling for them to instill boundaries.

Maybe Tae is not instilling boundaries for JK with Jimin because he doesn't have the right to? Because he is not in a relationship with either Kook or Jimin?

Maybe Jimin is not telling Tae and Kook to keep the skinship off cameras because he is not bothered by the 'hate he receives' because of their interactions?

Tae kook have been interacting on our screens for 7 good years. You think if Jimin found their interactions as problematic or disrespectful to his relationship with Kook that he wouldn't have nipped that in the bud?

Have you not seen him react a countless time to when he is uncomfortable with an interaction that crosses his limits or boundaries? It should tell you he doesn't have a problem with Tae Kook at all.

He only has a problem when an interaction crosses the line. Same with JK. And if due to his ideosyncracy he can't stomach an interaction, he averts his eyes. I don't think he would want them to stop interacting all together. If he did that would be problematic because they are all friends and he doesn't own Kook or vice versa.

Also the statement that Tae Kook need to keep their skinship off camera because Jimin receives a lot of hate because of it is a non sequitur. Tae kook is not the reason Jimin recieves a lot of hate in the fandom. Jikook is.

Taekook doesn't hurt Jimin, Jikook does. People lash out at Jimin because of his interactions with JK not because of JK's interaction with with Tae.

So the solution would not be for Tae and Kook to keep their skinship off camera, it would be for JK and Jimin to not interact on camera at all. I mean if we are being honest.

And all those who claim JK isn't protecting Jimin because his interactions with Tae is what fuels the passions of Tuktukkers towards Jimin, think again...

JK puts up boundaries with Tae as it is. Out of all BTS, they are the two who have openly admitted to having 'drifted apart' over the years- I wonder why. When Tae spoke about wanting JK to treat him as a friend rather than hyung, JK told him he couldn't do that because that would have led to a lot of fights between them. What other boundaries do y'all expect him to put up again?

Dude rarely nurtures his relationship outside Jimin within the group- responding to texts a whole year later and what not.

And even with this, Jimin recieves a lot of backlash regardless. I think we need to stop justifying hate. There is no justification for hate. No excuse is excuse enough for the traumatization of another human being.

JK equally gets dragged for filth in these shipping streets. Tuktukkers hate him as much as they hate Jimin because of his interactions with Jimin. Tae stans hate him. Jimin stans hate him. He is neither here nor there. He got called a pig, sissy, and all kinds of derogatory names when he pulled away at KBS when Tae wanted to hold his hands.

Jokers, PJM jokers drag him for filth in their gcs and shit and equally hates on him because to him he doesn't love Jimin enough or at all. Especially, when he doesn't interact with JM in a way that pleases them.

The problem is Jikook. Both Jimin and JK will have their peace of mind if they didn't interact at all and kept their relationship private. The best way for JK to protect his boyfriend from all this bullshit is to keep a safe distance from him and act like he doesn't know him or never met him- because that is how Kpop idols usually protect their relationships.

And yet, and YET, when he does just that y'all jump on his neck on every turn, screaming Jk hates Jimin and doesn't love him. I gotta ask-

WHAT Y'ALL WANT FROM JK?!

People just like to ruin beautiful things, don't they?

And while we are at it, let me address this Ask I got a few days ago claiming if JK loves Jimin then it doesn't make sense for him to want to act so loud with Jimin or express his feelings for him in a way that out's their relationship because that can hurt Jimin and bring him a lot of hate...

You think Jimin openly loving on JK doesn't bring JK a lot of hate too? Damn. It's the double standards for me. Lmho.

Listen, JM has a duty to protect JK just as much as JK has a duty to protect JM. By your logic, if Jimin loves Jk then he equally needs to stop doting on him in public because his love causes JK as much pain as JK's love causes Jimin- but Jimin can't stay away now can he?

Jimin had to ask JK permission to express himself the way that he does with him- on their Log when he asked JK if he was ok with him saying he loved him on camera. Jk had a need to keep their relationship private, Jimin had a need to keep it open and clearly didn't want to hide their relationship. But they have since outgrown their old selves. Their wants and their needs have changed- if you pay attention to JK's lyrics in recent times.

Their dynamics keep flipping. And they are constantly negotiating their needs, from my perspective anyway- let them do them. Y'all didn't seem to have a problem when in their earlier dynamics Jimin was the one pushing for them to be open with their relationship. JK eventually gave up his need to hide their relationship didn't he? And overtime he became comfortable expressing affection for Jimin openly.

Yet, suddenly when JK wants the same thing in their relationship y'all claim he is being unreasonable and unfair towards Jimin? Huh?

Granted, he over does it sometimes. Yes. Lol.

But you can't hold Jikook to different standards. They are both human and their feelings for eachother are equally valid. Their needs from eachother are valid in the same weight.

If Jimin gets to show the whole world just how much he loves JK and because of that many people are convinced Jimin loves JK more than JK loves him- even if half of the time he is using fanservice as a cover or even his persona as a cover, then why can't JK equally use his art or whatever means he prefers as a cover to show the world just how much he loves Jimin?

...Even if half of the time he is borderline outing him and getting him in trouble? Lol. That's just the love if you ask me. Hehehe.

Chilee JK, you make it hard to defend you sometimes! Lol. Just don't out your man. How hard is that!😭🤭

Seriously though, you don't think he wants people to see he loves Jimin too? Damn, y'all be reading Jimin wrong. Because Jimin loves it when JK shows the world he loves him... Did you see his face after Rosebowl? Why do you think JK keeps cutting it close? Dude is gunning for the points. Lmho. Jikook speak eachother's love language. Let that sink in.

If JK is pushing against the glass closet it's because he is convinced that that is something Jimin wants but is afraid to go after and he is the fearless one among the two. Y'all just be fighting the wrong battles. Lmho.

Jikook is asserting themselves against eachother. They are pushing eachother's boundaries and I don't think that is necessarily a bad thing.

You can't claim JK doesn't love Jimin and in the same breath condemn and disapprove of the ways he expresses himself and his love for Jimin- I think you need to free JK now!

Between Tuktukkers and certain Jokers, I don't know who is worse- Nevermind, I'm not a fan tradshippers in general.

JK is there to please his man not shippers and the way I see it Jimin looks like a satisfied customer to me.

If you are dissatisfied with Jikook, there are a countless other ships in BTS. Get on one. See how that goes. Lol.

Where were we, Anon?

Oh right, Tae Kook. Lol.

I think we need to learn to hold the right people accountable for their actions. The problem is not Tae Kook, or Jikook or any other ship. The problem is with the toxic shippers who use them as an excuse to perpetuate unfathomable hurt towards the boys and towards others.

I think Tuktukkers need to develop a better attitude towards Jikook. Jikooker's need to do the same about Tae Kook or Jin Kook.

Personally, I would rather Jikook kept their relationship private but I also understand their need to take advantage of the glass closet- secrets are hard to hide. They get heavy before they get easy.

And Jimin loves to be loved. He loves when you show him off. It's part of his love language. You can't date him and Keep him a secret- and still we question why JK doesn't want to hide him.

If y'all don't want to ship Jikook that's fine. I'll ship them myself.😒

Whatever decisions they are making, I support it wholeheartedly. I support them with every fiber of my being.

LONG LIVE JIKOOK. JIKOOK IS REAL.

Signed,

GOLDY

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edyacouky · 3 years

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What an Alpha is

Can be read on AO3

***

Jason has realized quickly that what he want, what he is, isn’t normal. He has realized that before his research for his biological mom. Sometimes, he thought that Bruce and Alfred were family and they loved him. Sometimes he remembered what a great liar they were, all his future depended on them. Sometimes he remembered hos he loved Willis, how he loves Catherine and forgiven Sheila. No matter how much he loved them, he never trusted them with all his soul and heart. Finally he takes his secret on his grave.

Literally.

But now he feels better. Sort of.

Many things happen since his resurrection. But the only person knowing Jason’s secret is Essence.

Jason can’t really explain why. Essence has the same secondary gender as Jason, who is an alpha. She is raised by a culture different from Jason but with cliché about gender too.

When Jason let Essence know, he didn’t expect her to understand or being accepted. But she was.

As much Jason was relieved then, he is still scared that someone knows the true.

Many things happen since Essence.

Now Jason is happily in a relationship with Roy, an omega.

Jason is truly happy, more that he can remembered. And Roy must be too since he didn’t dumped him, yet.

Sex is good too. Jason makes sure of that. Doing like every intercourse may be the last one. Like he fears they could be. And since Roy initiate many time, Jason must succeed. But the true, like his fears, never disappears.

He does his best to fight the thought that harass him, but sometimes he lost.

This time is one of them.

Roy isn’t at home. He shouldn’t come back for a few days. So Jason thinks he is sage enough to succumb. He puts the box that he hides in one of his room walls. He cuts the security while his heart is beating cray. He can’t believe he will finally do it. It’s been months, almost a year.

There is his collection of sex toy in the box.

No fake cunt or anything else alpha are traditionalism portray use it.

There is dildo from different size, color and brand with different option.

Jason almost throw himself on the biggest Bad Dragon he has, then he stops when he see the dildo he brought one time on a space mission. Jason still doesn’t know who invent it and how it works, but this things is wild enough that it provokes Jason’s rut every time, no matter where on his cycle he is.

He had to take a deep breath. It’s been almost a year since he had the audacity to even fingered himself. He has to play soft, at least at first.

His eyes fall on a smaller and less crazy dildo. Its shape make him of Roy’s dick.

Thinking of his mate, guilt submerge him. He hates hide a part of him to Roy, even if it’s just a kinky part of him.

But his biological father’s voice, his old friend's, even Bruce’s friend’s voices remind him that he is abnormal.

An alpha who loves takes it in his ass, he is not a real alpha, neither can be a good mate.

And Jason want to be good, especially for Roy. It’s not like he want Roy to have a different secondary gender or change his.

He imagine Roy fucking him with his dick, how they can play together with a double penetration dildo.

Fuck all this asshole voices, but mostly fuck him.

Horniest is stronger that shame and he takes the smaller dildo.

Once he will have calmed the urge he could become again a good mate for Roy

***

Roy come back much earlier than he expected from his mission. Not that he is disappointed by that, quite the contrary. He missed Jason so much.

He realizes once in the front door that he didn’t warn Jason like he wanted. He can only hope that his mate will be at home.

All the tiredness he feels flies away when he smell sex. No other smell that his mate, so he is absolutely turn on.

“Jaybird.” He sing song while approaching the room

What he sees is so marvelous that he doesn’t believe it at first.

He won’t going to lie, he sometimes imagine fucking Jason. Who could blame him? But Jason never seems interested and Roy didn’t want him to feel pressure to do anything.

But now!

Now that he saw Jason ridding a really monstrous dildo, one of his hand gripping hard the headbed, surrounded by used dildo on their bed, the most illogical part of his omega brain whispers:

“Damn, I want carry his children.”

Not gonna happen if he does the fucking. He just can’t help but always have this though when he is really horny.

Without getting the time to think, Roy join Jason on their bed.

“Jaybird.” He whispers in his ears before kissing him deeply and caressing his fabulous thigh

Jason shivers but kiss him back with abandonment

At first.

As suddenly as unreal everything has been for Roy since he comes back, Jason pushes him violently, making him fall out the bed.

Roy realizes that the fact that Jason wanted alone sex time doesn’t mean that Roy can join him without making sure Jason want him to.

But before he could apologies, the room reek of fear and anger.

The look on Jason’s face freezes Roy.

The betrayal, the terror, the hate.

Roy was hoping fucking Jason, but it seems he fuck it.

“I…

-Get out!”Jason yells using his deep alpha voice

Jason never use it on people he loves, because he knows how you can feel miserable and afraid, even if it may be illogically, when this voice is used.

And damn! Roy feels miserable.

Jason deserves the world, and Roy want to give it to him.

Roy crawls to the bed, to Jason, showing him his neck with pitiful moans. He need to apologies.

But Jason pushes him again, repeat his order with more strength and baring his teeth.

Roy have to admit that he has to back off if he really want things to cool off.

He really, really doesn’t like that but submit.

Carefully he leaves the room and starts pacing in their living room.

He repeats his apologies in his head.

He keep questioning why Jason react so violently.

It’s happened before that Roy or Jason had an alone time and the other want to join. A simply “No” was always enough.

He realizes that he never saw this sex toy before, never Jason shares any interest to play with his hole.

He repeats his apologies in his head.

He start questioning if Jason is attracted by omega. Did he accept this relationship because Kory was part of it at first? Did he keep it because deep down he is afraid of being alone? Or did Roy do or say something that makes Jason thinks he can’t share it with Roy?

He realizes he is waiting for Jason for too long when his stomach starts asking to be fulling.

Roy isn't surprised when he realizes that Jason run away. He is disappointed and terrified.

He hopes that their relationship isn’t over.

***

When Bruce walks in front of Jason’s old room door, he is not surprised when he smells his son’s odor.

Until he remembers that Jason’s smell changed drastically after … everything that happen after Ethiopia.

And he doesn’t smell only the faint old smell of his son, but also loud new Jason’s smell.

He frowns.

He doesn’t remember a time where Jason sleep in here since …

The rare time Jason sleep in the Manor, they open him a new room.

He opens carefully the door.

Jason is hiding, Bruce doesn't know how else describe it, under his sheet. His hairs aren’t visible.

“Jason?” He says quietly

He miss calling him Jaylad, but it feels wrong for now.

Jason groans but doesn’t move.

“Are you ok, Jason?

-I am here. What do you think, Greatest Detective in the World?

-That something really awful must happen to you if you came to your childhood den to have comfort.”

Jason scoff.

“I am here because no one will search me here.”

That’s still hurt to realize that one of his pups doesn’t feel safe in the Manor, that Jason is right when he say no one will search him here.

But worry hits him when he realizes that something awful happen.

“What happen?

-Like you care.

-I do! Jason, tell me what happen.

-Why? So you can make it all about yourself.

-What if I promise to shut up while you will take?”

Jason’s head perk up and he glares at Bruce, judging him.

“I shouldn’t have been resurrected.”

First shot and Jason aims directly to the heart.

Bruce wants to argue with Jason, yells at him for daring saying it.

But he recognizes this light in Jason’s eyes. He test him.

Bruce takes a deep breath, keeps his scent has calming and safe as possible.

“Why do you think that?

-Because it’s true. Jason says with vulnerability. I’m not a good alpha.”

Bruce frowns, doesn’t understand why Jason may think that. Jason never seems like the kind of people who care about what a second gender should be.

And Jason is a good alpha. He is protective of people he considers part of his pack, he is fearless warrior, he is a good provider. He is always more than happy to help and cook for everyone.

“You are a good person, Jason. Bruce tries hoping he doesn’t make Jason angry. So of course you’re a good alpha.

-You don’t understand.” Jason grumble and hide again

Bruce groans and rolls his eyes. And society think that omega are the moody one.

“I can’t understand if you don’t explain it to me.” Bruce argues

Per chance he promised to shut up. Jason will avoid the Manor again for at least a few weeks and Alfred will be super pissed at him.

There is a long silence where Bruce expect Jason too suddenly leave, even punches him. But finally Jason sit down and with spite simply says:

“You can’t be more ashamed of me and I am not your child anymore any way.”

Bruce immediately want to argue. Jason should talk to him because he feels safe and loved, not because their relationship is so bad that he have nothing to lose.

“I am a fucking faggot.” Jason drops

Bruce frowns. It is not a word Jason use and he does that now to qualify himself.

“Why did you say that?

-Because it’s true. I can’t be with Roy now that he knows.

-I don’t think that you cheated on him. And I was sure that you loved Ollies’s omega. So … what happen?”

Jason mumble something, his face tunrs red.

“Do you cheat on him?

-No! Of course no! I will never do that!

-Aren’t you in love with him? Do you want to be in relationship with an alpha?

-No! Jeez, Bruce, you have no idea how much I love him! He will break up with me anyway.”

Bruce tries to pick up the piece together but the clues don’t help him understand the situation.

“Roy will break up with you because you are not straight?

-Yes! An alpha that like take it in his ass, is not a real alpha, he is not a good mate!”

Bruce blinks rapidly. Like … what?

“Everyone knows that! Jason tries to defend himself

-Well everyone is stupid.”

Jason groans and get up.

“I don’t know what I was thinking, coming here.

-Jason please wait …

-No. I need to talk to Roy. Sooner the better. See you next time B.”

And just like that Jason leaves.

And just like that Bruce feels he let him down once again.

***

Jason doesn’t really know what he expect when he come back to his home.

Maybe Roy take this things and leave, blocking his phone number. Jason will understand if he does. But it’s not Roy’s style do to that.

“Roy.” He call hims

He doesn’t see him in the living room nor the kitchen.

Blushing he goes to their bedroom. Roy has tidy up his sex toy. Knowing that Roy clean them and put them back in their box is so embarrassing. Bu he doesn’t know if he could have endure seeing them spread out and dirty on his bed.

After looking in the bathroom, Jason is sure that Roy isn’t here, but his things are still there.

In desperation, Jason sit on the couch playing with his phone. He should apologies for using his alpha voices and running away, but what if Roy had blocked his phone number?

Damn, why can’t he have more self control?

He start thinking where could be Roy and who he should call if Roy really block him.

Suddenly the front door open and Roy appears.

“Yeah thanks. I already went there. Tell me if you …”

Roy finally see Jason and smile at him.

“No forget what I told you. It’s ok now. Yeah, I will call you later.”

Without letting Jason time to apologies, Roy sit down on the couch next to him.

“You came back. And only after a few hours.

-Yeah, I start getting better at that.”

There is a silence where neither of them don’t know what to say.

“I am sorry.”

Jason frowns and argues:

“You have nothing to apologies for…

-Of course! I should ask you if I can join you and not assume…

-Roy….please stop...It’s not for that I freak out…

-Is not?”

Jason shakes his head and takes a deep breath.

“I am the one you should apologies. I shouldn't use the alpha voice. It was a shitty thing to do and I am sorry.

-Honestly I was more surprised. I really freak you out didn’t I?

-No...I mean...sort of. But it’s not an excuse and I am sorry.

-What do you mean by “sort of”?”

Jason tuck his sleeve and bit his tongue.

“I never want you to see me like that.

-Like that?

-I really love you and want to be a good mate to you. I am sorry I disappointed you.

-Disappointed me? Hold on. Can we rewind?”

Roy stand up and start to pace trying to understand what’s going on since he came back from the mission.

“Ok so first thing first, did I like that you used you alpha voice? No, but I am not disappointed in you. And why shouldn’t I think that you aren’t a good mate?

-You saw what I did! I am a freak, you can tell it!

-What you did?”

Roy rethink what he saw in the room. The only thing he was disappointed it’s how it ended. He really feels blessed to have saw Jason so debauched playing with himself like that.

“The sex toy, Roy! Jason yells impatient blushing furiously. I put it in my ass!

-Oh yeah, that was really hot.

-What?

-I mean I would have loved participate of course. I am on board with that too. But I won’t be disappointed if you like doing it alone or only with alpha or male beta. You respect my limit, I will respect yours.

-You are not disgusted?

-Wow! How did we go to disappointed to disgusted? No I am neither of them.

-Really?

-Really.”

Jason feel like he can finally breath. When Roy sit down against him again, Jason kiss him tenderly. He start crying too, but he feels too much joy and relief.

“Are you alright?

-Yeah I’m good. I just … I just open about it only with one person, I was always so afraid to be see as less alpha. Thank you Roy.

-I love you Jason. I won’t think less of you because of that. But I still have some question.”

Jason sight but smile.

“Shoot.”

Roy takes Jason’s hand in his and look at him even if Jason avoid his eyes.

“Do you love omega? Roy finally ask

-Is that a trick to ask me if I love you?

-Maybe. Sort of. Do you?”

Jason finally look at him with so much sorrow, it provokes Roy a twinge.

“I do. Jason caress tenderly Roy’s cheek. More than any word or act can prove you.”

Damn Roy fall in love with Jason everyday.

They kiss slowly, tenderly. Things aren’t always easy but they are so happy they have found each other.

“I am sorry I make you doubt that.

-I am just glad we clear it up.”

They kiss again.

“Do you have anymore question?

-Well I have one more question in mind. Roy says playfully. Next you play with your dildo - you have a really impressive collection if I can say it -…

-Asshole.

-Can I participate or … at least watch it?”

Jason close his eyes and bites his lips but smiles.

His cheeks turn beautifully red.

“I really love the idea of you being a really active participant.

-But…?

-I had sex with just one alpha before and I never do more with anyone less. So I want it but … Can we take it slowly?

-Of course we can, baby.

-I may freak out again.

-You may. But it’s not a big deal. You are here for me, I am here for you. We are partner in every sense of the word.

-Love you.

-Love you too.

-By the way, who did you warn about my running away?

-Artemis and Bizarro.

-You realize they will kick my ass?

-Don’t worry my alpha. I will protect you.”

The end.

#DC comics #jayroy #Jason Todd #roy harper

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supernatural-fangirl1967 · 4 years

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Missing Pieces - Part 4

Pairing: Nurse!Dean x Reader

Warnings: Head Injury, Angst, Implied character death, Mentions of Miscarriage

Word Count: 2,725

A/N: This is Part 4 of Missing Pieces. Please let me know what you think!

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“Has being home helped you at all?” Dean asks you.

“Not exactly,” you sigh into the phone. “I don’t remember this place at all.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart.”

“It isn’t your fault,” you tell him softly.

“Any more of those headaches?”

“No,” you reply. “The rest of my body’s been kind of sore though.”

“Yeah, well, you did get hit by a car.”

“Thanks for reminding me,” you laugh at him.

“How are you feeling other than that?”

“Okay,” you tell him. “Confused mostly but I guess that I’ll figure everything out eventually.”

“Hang in there, sweetheart,” Dean tells you. “Do you have any plans for later?”

“Dean, I am not going out with you.”

“And why not?”

“You know why, Dean,” you tell him softly.

He sighs. “(Y/N), I’ve told you that there is nothing going on there. I promise.”

“Dean, if there’s nothing going on then why won’t you tell me what happened?’

“Because it isn’t something that I talk about,” Dean tells you softly. “I promise that I’ll tell you when I feel like you’re better but for now, I still want to spend some time with you.”

“Dean, I don’t want to cause any problems here.”

“You aren’t going to,” Dean tells you softly. “I promise you that, sweetheart.”

“Okay,” you breathe out.

“Okay you’ll go out with me or…”

“Yeah, I will,” you laugh. “But just as friends, Dean. I mean it. Nothing more.”

“I can handle that,” Dean tells you. “Is it okay if I pick you up in a couple hours?”

“Yeah,” you tell him.

“Alright,” Dean says and you can practically hear his smile over the phone. “See ya then, sweetheart.” Dean hangs up the phone, and you sigh as you drop yours down onto the kitchen counter.

“What was that?”

You jump a bit and you turn to see your mom standing there. “Apparently I have a date with Dean in a couple hours,” you tell her. “Well, not exactly a date but we’re going out somewhere.”

“I think that it will be good if you get out for a while,” she tells you. “Maybe it will help to make you happy for a while.”

“I am happy,” you mumble.

Your mom sighs as she leans up against the kitchen counter beside of you. “(Y/N), I know that you aren’t too happy about me and your dad hanging around because you feel like we’re here to babysit you or something but we…”

“No, Mom, that isn’t what’s bothering me about all of this,” you tell her truthfully. “I love having the both of you here but I’m confused, and I keep being told that I live here and that this is how my life is but nothing seems familiar. And as much as I hate to say this I can’t help but to feel like everybody’s lying to me about everything.”

“(Y/N), we aren’t telling you much because we want…”

“Me to remember everything on my own. Yeah, I know that,” you tell her. “I guess that it’s kind of helping a bit but it all feels so unfamiliar. I mean, something should feel halfway right if this is who I am, right? Like this apartment, nothing feels like I’ve been here before or anything and I…” Sighing, you hide your face in your hands and take a deep breath.

“I think that what you need is some fun,” your mom tells you softly. “Go with Dean. Try to relax and to not think so much about this right now. You shouldn’t try to force yourself to remember anyways.”

“What if it doesn’t happen?”

“Don’t talk like that, (Y/N),” she tells you. “I get that you’re scared but you’ve gotta keep thinking positive.”

You nod and you bring your hands down from your face. “I think that I’m going to go take a nap before Dean picks me up,” you tell her.

“Alright,” your mom says as she nods her head a bit at you. “Holler if you need one of us.”

“I will,” you tell her before walking off towards your room. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“I don’t think that I’m too fond of that look on your face,” Dean tells you as you walk side by side across the parking lot.

“I’m sorry,” you sigh as you look up at Dean. “I have had a tough day is all.”

“Don’t apologize,” Dean tells you. “I get it. Well, I don’t exactly understand your situation I don’t guess but I understand why you’re having a tough day.”

“I hate this feeling,” you tell Dean as the tears well up in your eyes. “I hate feeling like I’m being lied to when I know that people are probably telling me the truth, but I don’t know that.”

“Why do you feel like you’re being lied to?”

“Because nothing is familiar to me at all and you would think that something would help me.”

“You remembered the crash,” Dean tells you.

“Yeah, because we drove by the place where it happened,” you reply. “But nothing about my apartment or anything is sparking anything in brain. I… I don’t know. I’m probably seeming like a cray person right now to you.”

“No, you’re good,” Dean says as he gives you a soft smile. He opens up the passenger side door for you and you smile up at him.

“Thank you, Dean.”

“Mhm,” Dean nods as you take your seat. He shuts the door and walks over to the driver’s side, taking his place behind the wheel and looking over at you. “Sweetheart?” Dean says softly when he sees the tears sliding down your cheeks. “Hey, what’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to go home yet, Dean,” you tell him as you hang your head so that he can’t see your face. “Nothing there feels right, but being here with you, I feel like even though this isn’t who I used to be I’m still on track to finding myself. Does that make sense?”

“Yeah,” Dean nods. “It kind of does.”

You swallow hard before looking over at him with teary eyes. “I’m so confused on what to do right now, Dean,” you choke out. “I know that I need to remember. I want to remember. But if I can’t then I want to pick up and move on still even if there are missing pieces. I want to live my life while still being myself even if it means that I take a different path than I was on.”

Dean gives you a sad smile as he reaches over to lay a hand over yours. “Just because you lost your memory from a few years, doesn’t mean that you have to stop living.”

“So I shouldn’t feel guilty about wanting to move on?” you ask him.

“Of course not, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly as he gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“I mean, I don’t want to never remember everything, but I don’t want to spend all of my time trying to remember,” you tell Dean.

“I understand that,” he says. “(Y/N), I do have one question for ya though.”

“Okay,” you say and you give Dean a look.

“Do you think that before the crash you would have agreed to go out with me?”

“I don’t know,” you tell Dean as you try and hide your smile from him. “I want to say that I would because you have many good qualities.”

Dean smirks at you. “Like my good looks?”

“Exactly,” you laugh and you nod your head at him.

Dean chuckles as he smiles over at you. “Well, if you don’t want to go home right now, we could go to my house for a while if you want to.”

“Oh,” you breathe out. “Um, I… I don’t know if that’s a good idea or not, Dean.”

“Tell you what,” he says. “We can go and if you don’t feel comfortable then we can just drive around for a while or something.”

“Okay,” you smile at him. “I like that idea.”

“Good,” Dean says as he takes his hand away from yours to grip onto the steering wheel. You swallow hard when you no longer feel Dean’s skin against yours. As mysterious as this man is being, you have to admit that his touch feels good. Familiar in a way that you know that the person you were before the crash would like this too but not familiar in a way that it helps you to remember anything. Still, if it feels right at all then you’ll take it, because that’s all that you want right now is to fell somewhat right. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

“Here we are, sweetheart,” Dean tells you as he opens up the door to his house. You look around and he frowns a bit at your expression. “If you’re uncomfortable…”

“No,” you tell Dean truthfully as you shake your head at him. “I trust you.”

“Good,” Dean nods as he leads you over to the couch. “Have a seat,” Dean says softly when he sees you just standing there.

You smile softly at Dean as you and him sit down beside of each other on the insanely comfortable couch. “Dean?”

“Hm?” he asks as he looks over at you.

“Tell me if I’m overstepping here but can you please tell me your story?” you ask him.

“(Y/N)…”

“I might not be able to remember much about the kind of person that I am, but I’m pretty sure that even the me before the crash wouldn’t want to be the other woman.”

“No. No, (Y/N),” Dean tells you as he shakes his head at you. “Sweetheart, it isn’t like that.”

“Then what is it like?” you ask him. “Because from the way you were talking I take it that you’re either split up or divorced.”

Dean takes a deep breath as his eyes fill up with tears. “I lost her,” Dean chokes out as he looks away from you.

“Oh,” you say and your heart drops. “Dean, I am so sorry. I didn’t mean to pry.”

“No,” Dean tells you as he looks over at you through the tears. “I… I was married. For four amazing years. She was the most beautiful woman that I had ever seen and she was absolutely everything to me.” Dean rubs a hand over his face trying to stop the tears before they make it down his cheeks.

“What happened?” you ask him.

Dean shuts his eyes tightly as he takes a deep, shaky breath. “It was my fault,” he chokes out. “It was my… I should have done more.” Dean can’t stop the tears anymore so you wrap your arms around him and you pull him over towards you.

“Dean, I don’t know what happened, so all I can tell you is that if it wasn’t because of you then you can’t blame yourself,” you tell him softly. “I don’t exactly know what to tell you because I’ve never lost anybody like that. At least I don’t think that I have.”

“I hope that you never have to,” Dean tells you as he pulls away a bit and he looks up at you. “Because this is the absolute worse feeling in the world.” Your heart breaks for him and you don’t exactly know what to do, so you go with what feels right. You reach over to lay a hand onto Dean’s cheek, and he lets his eyes slide shut as he leans into your touch. “I’m sorry that I made you think that I was trying to keep a secret or something.”

“Shh, Dean,” you whisper as you try and wipe some of his tears away. Dean places a hand over yours and he looks you in the eyes.

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Dean tells you softly. “You don’t need this. You should be focusing on yourself right now.”

“If I can’t be there for my friend then what good am I?” you ask him. Dean gives you a soft smile before slowly pulling away from your touch. He wipes his eyes a bit before standing up off of the couch and turning to look down at you.

“I’m sure that this isn’t what you were thinking of when you said that you didn’t want to go home,” Dean says.

“Hey, you’ve been there for me more these past few weeks than I’ll ever be able to put into words,” you tell him. “Isn’t it only fair that I repay the favor?”

“I guess,” Dean swallows hard. He runs a hand through his hair and takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I know that this can’t be helping you much.”

“Please stop apologizing, Dean,” you laugh softly as you stand up and gently grip onto both of his arms. “Hey, I’m fine, okay?” Dean nods a bit and you give him a sad smile. “You okay now?”

“Yeah,” he breathes out. “I think so.”

“Good,” you smile.

Dean clears his throat as he wipes at his eyes. “You know, I haven’t showed you the rest of the house,” Dean says as he holds a hand out for you to take. You smile up at him before placing your hand in his. Dean leads you across the living room and into the kitchen.

“Wow, this is twice as big as my entire apartment,” you tell him. Dean chuckles and he nods his head a bit. “Do you cook a lot?” you ask him.

“Um, well, I can,” Dean tells you. “I just haven’t been since…”

“Oh,” you frown. “If you don’t mind me asking you this, did your wife cook?”

“No, I don’t mind,” Dean says softly as he looks you in the eyes. “And, yeah, she did and she was good at it too. What about you?”

“I don’t know exactly,” you frown at him.

“Well, there’s only one way for you to find out,” Dean tells you.

“Yeah, I guess so,” you laugh and you nod your head a bit at him.

“Tell you what,” Dean says. “I should be done with my shift at five tomorrow, so why don’t I pick you up and instead of going out somewhere, me and you can cook something here. Together.”

“Okay,” you smile. “But so you know, I might be one of those girls who can’t cook toast without burning the house down.”

Dean smirks at you before walking over to a cabinet and pulling out a fire extinguisher. “That’s what this is for.”

“Alright then,” you smile widely and you nod your head at Dean. “Tomorrow at five your insurance is going up.”

Dean chuckles as he smiles down at you. “As long as you leave part of the house standing then we’re good.”

“Okay,” you laugh. Dean wraps an arm around your waist and leads you over to the hallway. “What’s that?” you ask him as you point towards a light yellow colored door. Dean takes a deep breath and he stares down the hallway.

“That’s the nursery,” he says so softly that you barely hear him. Your eyes widen as you look up at Dean.

“You have a kid?”

Dean shakes his head a bit as his eyes fill up with tears once more. “My wife and I lost a baby just a few weeks before I lost her.”

“Dean,” you frown.

“We locked up the nursery and said that we’d open it up when we could use it,” Dean tells you.

“I’m sorry, Dean. Me being here was a bad idea.”

“No, (Y/N).”

“I keep bringing up these bad memories for you and I…”

“(Y/N),” Dean says as he reaches out to gently grab onto the tops of your arms. He looks you in the eyes as he speaks. “It might actually do me some good to talk about it. But if you do want to go home…”

“Please,” you tell Dean and you nod your head a bit at him.

“Alright,” Dean says softly. “I didn’t do anything to make you uncomfortable did I?”

“No, Dean,” you tell him truthfully as you look up at him. “I keep upsetting you and you probably don’t need all of this.”

“Sweetheart, I meant it when I said that it might do me some good to talk about it,” Dean tells you. “Do you still want me to pick you up tomorrow?”

“Yeah,” you smile. “I still want that.”

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lovenona · 3 years

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me, waking up: oh another day. then, after reading your answer: HOLY SHIT. guess i'm now the loving ramble enabler (LRE?). and DO NOT apologize for being passionate about smt that makes you happy you lovely human being that u are! hearing you ramble (how many times will i use this word idek) about the creation process made my day dammit! and i can assure you, reading about it is as good as reading the masterpiece itself, especially considering how good you are at manifesting the vibes (tm) (pt1)

(pt 2 bc word count sucks) how did you first get interested in pirate history? (if you don't mind me asking ofc) *slides 15 bucks* please, be my guest. do tell us more about the writing/revision process. sincerely, a genuinely interested person currently wondering why the fuck tumblr won't let her do a paragraph break. have a lovely night/day!

bestie ur rly enabling me 😭 ur so sweet skSJKAJSk i will tell u so much under this god damn cut

first because this is the easy response: how did u get interested in pirate history????

short answer: keira knightley in pirates of the caribbean BYE 💀

long answer: it’s basically a mix of those movies being a centerpiece of my childhood and me just thinking pirates are cool SKJSKAj i’m very much into history n my uni had a course on ‘history of pirates’ last spring so i took it as smth to do during quarantine and i ended up really loving it !!! i’m actually workin on historical fiction short story abt anne bonny and mary read rn which required me to do a lot more research on pirates (under the black flag by david cordingly is a very good book on piracy!) and my research has been very interesting just in general and for writing the odyssey – i've incorporated little historical tidbits here n there to add to the world-building :’)

next: ur writing process

ok so let’s go cray besties i’m going to tell u abt the life of adele writing the odyssey!!!! i’ll try talking abt this in some semblance of a logical step-by-step

1. manifesting vibes + outline

i talked abt this last time but manifesting the vibes is very important ! the first things i like to do when getting ready to write a new chapter is define the setting – place(s), weather, time, and general mood

while i have a pretty good idea of how many chapters it will be and where the odyssey ends, i usually don’t plan a chapter in super great detail until it’s time to sit down n write it. i have general points of people to include + things that would be important to the plot + vibes i hope to include (parts 6 and 7 r gonna SLAP!!), but these never get fleshed out until it’s Time. my outlines are therefore usually not very detailed because i like to give the odyssey room to do its own thing – i find it important that the story takes its time and we get to the important stuff whenever it wants us to. an outline will usually b something like, in the case of the furies call part 2:

find megumi, talk abt his role in the zenin clan – naoya arrives on shore and shit hits the fan – run to find mai, maki fights her father – fight between naoya and todou – todou dies because you can’t kill naoya – sukuna rescues reader and it ends

after i have smth that looks like this as well as a decently clear idea of how everything will look and feel we get started!!

2. writing (pain)

arguably the worst stage for any creator! writing! at this point i genuinely just let go and let god tbh. i have no idea how i do things at this stage other than see how many commas + dumb poetic phrases i can include SKKSJKA – sometimes things just happen and it’s really cool!! for example in part 4 i didn’t know the guns warehouse was going to blow up until i was writing it and it just happened

i do have a set quota of words i meet every time i sit down to write so that i A. feel accomplished and happy when i'm done, even if it sucks and B. don’t get burnout and start hating what i do. this stage is always difficult because writing is just hard and takes a lot of brainpower and self-discipline </3

i wld say the hardest part is that i run the risk of getting very overwhelmed – by the complexities of the plot, by how fucking long it takes me to write, by how much work writing itself is ! for example, abt 7k or so into part 5 i started having the worst existential dread when i realized that this chapter was not even halfway done and i wld have to surpass 15k before it was (at the time of writing this, part 5 is 16.3 💀) it just gets hard sometimes to overcome that and maintain the motivation to keep going and know that everything will be fine when it’s done – thankfully everyone here is so patient and sweet so it makes me feel better when i'm taking forever and/or need time off <333

basically, as always, the pain of writing is just having to write and come to terms with the fact no one else is going to manifest it for u. and have fun too!! writing is only fun when ur writing what u think is cool

3. revision (less pain)

one of the fun stages, but also the point when i start to become impatient! writing an odyssey chapter can easily take 2.5-3 weeks even if i'm writing my quota every single day (part 5 took roughly 3 weeks of writing every god damn afternoon) and after that i spend another few weeks just going back and rereading/fixing everything.

i basically start by rereading sections of the chapter to change sentence structure, grammar, dialogue, or whatever else i don’t like – sometimes sentences sound stupid or certain things don’t make a whole lot of sense so i like to go back and polish up! for example i changed the arrival of maki/mai/nobara in furies call part 1 about ten times before i decided it made sense to me

this step can be horrendous because i'll often write things really shitty in the first draft with a “i’ll come back to this later” mindset and then get mad at myself later for being a hoe <//3

in essence, i'm a horrible perfectionist so i will usually reread everything and change or add things multiple times before i think i'm finally ready to share. most of the time, as the chapter gets closer and closer to completion i become more and more hyper-fixated on it – i’ll start spending almost all of my free time just rereading and looking for minor fixes or places that don’t vibe as well.

at the end of this step, my favorite thing to do before i queue the chapter up to post is sit down and just read the entire thing once or twice and give it one last kiss before i send her off into the world <3

so anyway there’s my ted talk of how i usually make the odyssey ! i vibe, write, revise n take forever to do all three steps but that’s just part of the fun! thank u for tuning in if u have any other questions u wld like me to overshare on i am more than happy to talk abt it :’)

#this was fun to ramble abt thank u so much LRE #I really enjoyed it #thank u!!!!#letters to adele #the odyssey!

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