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—VALENTINE ##
pairing: joel miller x gn!reader
a/n: here’s a SUPER late valentine!! first joel fic!! i love tlou and pedro
WORD COUNT: 2.2K
CONTENT: established relationship!!
PREMISE: joel’s never rlly celebrated valentine’s day, especially since the outbreak, but after some convincing, he’s willing to make the day special just for reader
The advent of February meant that the famous romantic holiday was coming up and you were ecstatic. Pre-outbreak, you spent a few valentines by yourself and when you didn’t, none were up to your standards, unfortunately.
Not that you were expecting a dozen of bouquets along with a box of chocolate covered strawberries or any other form of love bombing. During those relationships, all you wanted was a simple day for you and your partner to relax and share meaningful gifts that you’d keep forever.
You had yet to find a person that could mean that much to you or provide that for you.
Post-outbreak, you didn’t have the time nor the energy to find such a thing. You moved around with a few groups and made friends, but that was it.
Until you moved to Jackson last year and met Joel.
Joel gave you a reason to push forward and to keep fighting against the end of the world.
You two found it difficult to warm up to each other at first, but within a few runs, things changed drastically.
Beyond the grump exterior, you discovered a man that was actually caring and protective. He could be hilarious at times with the puns he shared, which, you later found out were all stolen from Ellie.
Your relationship quickly moved from run buddies to two people who couldn’t keep away from each other.
Ellie caught on and she would constantly poke fun at you both; saying you two should basically just do it already.
Joel would look away awkwardly and tell her to shut it, meanwhile you would laugh and scold her for being so crass.
Now, almost a year of being together, you were so ready to spend this special day with him. Even if he thought the idea was silly.
“Honey, I appreciate you everyday. All my days with you are special.” Joel reasoned as he took his boots off by the front door.
He had just come back from talking to Tommy and Maria about something and you were on the couch reading a book you had picked up on your last run.
“Well, that doesn’t mean Valentine’s gets a free pass.” you said back, looking up from your book.
You have been trying to convince him for the past two days.
“Who even celebrates that anymore?” he asked with his brows furrowed.
He made his way over to you and gave your head a kiss before sitting down across from you. Your legs were stretched out before, so he placed them both on his lap.
You scoffed and spoke with a matter-of-factly tone, “Um, hello, couples still do! And didn’t you hear the council’s getting together to decorate the town?”
All he gave you was a “really?” kind of look.
You proceeded with, “even if it’s not that big of a deal anymore, we could still celebrate us, you know?”
“I would think about it, but Tommy and I got a run tomorrow.” he gave a long sigh.
You tossed your book aside and scoffed again, “you’re kidding! For what?”
“The community’s low on medicine.” he quickly said.
“They can’t send anybody else? I don’t know, somebody who isn’t as old and tired as you to go?” you questioned, genuinely concerned.
“Excuse me?” he squinted, not liking you bringing up the fact that he’s old.
“Oh my gosh, you know I’m right. Plus, you and I both know you need a damn break! They can’t just take advantage of you.”
“I’m Maria’s in-law, I should help out a bit.” he stated.
“By a bit, do you mean a whole lot?” you fired back.
“I can take care of myself.” he affirmed as he raised his tone.
“Then, you would know that you should stay home!” you suddenly yelled.
He moved to get up and though a little upset, he gently pushed your legs off.
“I’m leaving at dawn and goin’ on that run, end of discussion.” he asserted before disappearing upstairs.
It was your turn to let out a long sigh. He’s so stubborn.
You knew he didn’t like admitting he was getting there, partially because it most certainly meant that he couldn’t do as much as before.
You found it amusing, to be honest. Sure, the pandemic allowed him to stay fit through the ages, but it was catching up to him. You worry.
You figured it would be best to leave him be for bit, until he was ready to rethink about leaving tomorrow.
You sat up and began to think of what to get him. Joel might not want to do anything, but that wasn’t going stop you from getting him a little something. Just a small token of your appreciation.
You picked up your book and continued to read until you felt so tired that you couldn’t process the words on the pages anymore.
You sluggishly went up the stairs and saw his figure knocked out on your shared bed.
“Stinky.” you teased, groggily as you realized he didn’t even wash up.
You did though, before heading to bed and falling asleep right next to him.
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You woke up as you heard the rooster sing. Your eyes were still shut as you patted the bed next to you to check for Joel. Not there, hmph.
Your eyes fluttered as they adjusted to the bright, morning sun. You stretched out and yawned before hopping out of bed and starting the day.
After brushing your teeth, you made your way downstairs and saw the yellow note Joel left on the coffee table.
‘be home before nightfall’ it read.
You tossed the note aside and got started on breakfast. Ellie always stopped by for a bite.
As you took out the necessary ingredients, you came up with a great idea. You’d stop by the wood shop later and ask Rose, the owner, if she could carve your initials onto a piece. Maybe try to make it heart shaped.
If you could find a piece of paper to write on, you would write him a cute love letter too. Yeah, you’ll do that.
Ellie barged in with a loud, “MORNING!”
You grinned, “good morning to you too, Ellie.”
“Where’s Joel?” she asked as she took a seat at the dining table.
“He’s out on duty with Tommy. He left early this morning.” you replied, turning the stove on.
“Oh.”
“Yeah.” was all you said.
There was a pause before Ellie spoke, “Maria said they found a few romance movies they’d be playing in the theater tonight. Cat invited me, do you wanna come too?”
You stirred the egg yolk around a bit before saying, “No, I think I’ll just wait for Joel, if that’s alright with you.”
“Sure, whatever. Lovebirds.” she muttered under her breath.
“I can hear you just fine, you know...” you laughed as you reminded her.
“Yeah, yeah, just make my eggs!” she laughed back.
You shook your head and went back to your eggs. They cooked quick and you took out two plates.
You served her first then you. You almost sat down before taking out the fresh squeezed orange juice for you both.
“Cheers.” you two said as your glasses clinked together.
Ellie chowed down on her food as always and thanked you for yet another awesome meal before heading for the door.
You, of course, took your time to eat.
“Bye, kiddo!” you shouted from the table.
She was half way out door when she yelled back, “Later, skater!”
After finishing breakfast, you hurriedly got dressed and left for the wood shop.
You stepped outside and the breeze of the freezing air immediately hit your face. You wore your own puffer jacket and scarf, but you could still feel the coldness run up your arms. Winter in Wyoming was insane and long.
Again, in a hurried manner, you made your way to your dream destination. On your way, you smiled as you greeted the people walking by. You didn't think you'd ever get used to the abundance of people, living people, and the overall amount of life in such a big space.
How you even got here still shocked you.
You chuckled to yourself seeing the heart decor being put up. It would've made more sense to hang them up earlier in the week, but you guess it's staying for the remainder of the month.
You opened the door of the wood shop, and the bell rang as you did so. Thank, goodness there was a fireplace. You felt warmer already.
You looked around but didn't see Rose anywhere in sight. You guess she's off and her eldest son is in charge for the moment.
"Morning, Luke!" you greeted, nicely as always.
"Morning! What can I do for ya?" he greeted back, as always.
"Is there any way you could carve out a heart shaped piece of wood. Not a huge piece, but maybe about this big." you asked as you demonstrated with your hands.
"Ah, for you and good ol' Joel, I see." he smirked.
You rolled your eyes and nodded your head yes.
"I want our initials carved on the front and a few words burnt on the back."
Luke grabbed his notepad and had you write exactly what you wanted.
"You got one very special Valentine's gift comin' right up! Come back around 12." he assured you.
"Alright, thanks, Luke." you thanked him as you waved goodbye and exited the shop. Ah, back to cold.
You spent the rest of your day at your friends' houses, chatting about whatever nonsense. You picked up Joel's gift a little after noon and then went to the pub, to catch up with Maria on town gossip.
You noticed the sun was starting to set so you bid your farewells to her and Seth before leaving.
You had stolen paper from Ellie's room and were able to make that letter before reaching home and to your surprise, Joel was on the couch waiting for you.
You started taking your boots and cold wear off as you looked at him the entire time.
"Was expecting you to be home a bit later." you told him as you made your way to him.
"I said I would be back before nightfall." he simply said.
"Well, you usually come back when the moon's out." you said, plopping down next to him and giving his cheek a quick peck.
"Well, I stayed true to my note this time, I guess." he said as he gave you a soft smile.
You leaned your head to rest it on his broad shoulder. He moved in closer and caressed the side of your face with his thumb.
"Darlin', I wanna apologize for last night. That was stupid. You were just worried about me, that's all and I brushed you off." He confessed, trying to look you in the eye.
"It's fine, love. You're stubborn, per usual." you joked, but also meant it.
"To tell you the truth, I was really scared." he admitted.
You instantly moved your head to look at him. Worried something might have come up.
"Of what?"
"Honestly, the community was never low on supplies. I needed that excuse, so you'd let me go on the urgent trip Tommy and I been plannin'." he revealed as he turned to fully look at you.
You were a bit confused at first, not understanding why a trip would be so "urgent". Your face swiftly changed to absolute shock after Joel pulled out a beautiful, silver necklace with a locket and bracelet to match.
Your heart swelled right then and there. You couldn't believe it. All this time he spent telling you the holiday didn't matter anymore and here he was.
“Baby, you’re kidding!” you cried as you immediately went for a kiss.
All he could do was smile against your lips. He’s glad he could make you happy.
You wrapped your arms around him, wanting for him to know how much you appreciated him and how thoughtful he was.
“Here, let me put them on for ya. Aw, don’t tell me you’re crying?” he teased and you shook your head as you wiped a tear or two.
“I got you a gift thinking you wouldn’t do anything! And you get me this! Of course I’m crying.” you defended as you put out your arm so he could place the jewelry around your wrist.
You turned around and he put the necklace on for you as well.
“How long did it take to find these?” you asked, wanting full details on heartwarming trip your boyfriend took.
“A couple of hours. Tommy knew where to find the rundown store; that’s where he found his ring for Maria.” he told you.
“I borrowed some other things from the town too.” he continued, sheepishly.
You turned back around to face him once he was done and said, “Oh my goodness, like what?”
“I got a few discs from Maverick and Maria gave me a copy of ‘Dirty Dancing’ since I told her you like it so much.”
All you could do was pout at how cute he was. No way he got all that.
“You can’t be serious, hun.” you said as you laid against him.
He put his hand on your hip before saying, “even in this world, there ain’t a thing I wouldn’t do for you.”
You snuggled in closer after he said so, and he gave your head a kiss.
“Let’s go slowdance to Otis Redding and watch your movie.” he told you as he signaled for you to get up.
You giggled at him calling it “your” movie. You took out the wood-piece that was still in your coat and the letter.
You handed him the wood first, and watched as he admired it slowly. You knew he wasn’t one to show much emotion, but you could see it in his eyes.
He read your initials in the front and your sweet message on the back.
“Thank you, darlin’. I’m gonna hang this near our door.” He thanked you with that soft smile once again.
He was about to open the letter, but you stopped him.
“Read it later, I want our time together now.”
And with that, you two spent the night upstairs. First, slow dancing as promised to the ‘These Arms of Mine’ record that Joel borrowed and then movie time with him trying his best not to fall asleep for your sake.
He did read your letter later on and one moment led to another since you two could not keep off each other.
You were in his arms the entire night, just what you wanted. No person or personal issues to distract you from each other’s company.
He was indeed the perfect valentine.
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October 2023 WOTM:
peonierose
Each month CFWC highlights one of our talented fanfic writers, and this month’s writer of the month is @peonierose. We hope you will enjoy learning more about them and their work below! The writer is selected at random. More info can be found on the navigation page.
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How do you want to be known on Tumblr? Peonie or PR is fine 🥰
1- When did you start playing Choices? What was the first book you played?
Way back when Choices first launched. My first book was The Freshman Series - book 1. It was so fun to play the books and get super excited for new chapters. I was waiting until midnight for new chapters. It was the first time I’ve played an app where I could make decisions and use diamonds for VIP scenes 😍
2- When and why did you join Choices fandom?
I joined the Choices fandom back in 2021. I really missed Open Heart after book 3 ended (and left me wanting more) So I wanted to see if there were any more stories I could binge, and that’s how I stumbled upon Tumblr 🥰
3- How did you pick your blog name?
It may sound weird but it just came to me. Peonies are my favorite flowers. As soon as I thought peonie I quickly added rose and I was like that sounds so cool and it’s unique which I love 😍 And that’s how peonierose was born.
4- Pull up the first post in your archive, and tell us about it!
Gosh. This feels like forever ago. When I first came on tumblr I didn’t post or reblog much 😅 (too shy to interact with anyone 🙈)
5- How long have you been writing fanfiction?
It has been 2 years in August this year since I’ve actively started writing fanfic 🥰 (I still can’t believe I actually made the leap and decided to post any of my stories).
6- What is your favorite Choices book, and what is your favorite Choices book to write about?
You’re really going to make me choose? There are so many good ones 😱
I love to write for two of my favorite books which are Nightbound and Open Heart. Those are the ones I feel most connected to 🥰 Though I’d love to venture out and make edits or social media posts for other choices books too.
7- Share the first fanfic you wrote with us. Do you still like it, or would you change it if you were writing it today?
I wrote Robin‘s Tell-All from TNA, and it was the first fic I’ve ever shared. I really wanted to write a story from Robin‘s POV and how all that happened in TNA affected him and all the mistakes he made.
I wanted to showcase his inner struggle.
I remember how nervous I was to post something that I’d written. I thought to myself, will people even like my story? And if they do like it, then what? It was a great rush to see the reblogs, and the love for my first-ever posted fic.
If I could change one thing, it would probably be the moodboard 😅
8- What is your favorite fic that you’ve written?
That is a tough question, because to me every fic I‘ve written has a special place in my heart. So every story reflects the feelings I’ve felt while writing my story.
Buuuuut if I had to choose: It would be a tie between By a Landslide (Bryce and Luna), the 3rd chapter of my Nightbound series - Unexpected and Go with the Flow (Luna & Bryce)
9- Do you have a fic that you didn’t expect to be well received, but it was? What about one you expected to be but found could use a little more love?
I actually didn’t think I’m a sucker for you, A Pinch of Pink and Blue…This one‘s for you, Cinnamon Sugar and Wildflower, to be as well received as they did.
However, I think Bittersweet Symphony and Losing Game (1 / 4) could use some more love.
Both stories are amazing and I think you’ll love both my pairings. Luna & Bryce and of course Maxine and Adam.
10- If you could write only angst, fluff, or smut for the rest of your writing life, which would it be and why?
I am by no means a smut writer 😅 Maybe I’ll get there 😅 But I’d go with a mix between angst and fluff. I think a nice balance between these two would be good.
11- Do you ever recognize yourself in any of your MCs or in your writing?
Yeah. Tons of times. Take Luna for example. She has anxiety like me, and her appearance, such as her blue-green eyes and dark blonde hair, are like mine. But character wise we’re complete opposites. I wish I’d be more artistic like her 🩷
And Bryce is an Aries like me, and so many things he says or does make me go back, and I’m like, yeah, I would say something like that. Other than that, I’ve learned to give my characters real flaws and make them human, if that makes sense. But it does happen that they end up with character traits that are mine, and then I lean back and realize I’ve given my characters some of my weird and quirky character traits 🤣
12- What element of writing do you struggle with most?
Damn. Umm…I struggle with a lot of things. Finding the right words sometimes because English isn’t my first, not even my second language. I speak six languages, so it's sometimes hard to find the words to describe things.
Showing, not telling that’s another thing I struggle with.
That and if I have to keep a deadline to post something 🤣 Because it takes me forever to post anything I’m not 100% behind and happy with.
13- Do you have any neglected work you really want to finish?
How much time you’ve got? I have over 30 wips, that want some desperate attention, and I always keep adding new wips, whenever something inspires me to write 😅
I’ve found some new inspo for Somewhere Only We Know 🥰 Apart from that I’d love to take another look at my two AU‘s Amber & my Nightbound series. So we’ll see what wips I can manage to finish 😅
14- If someone you know in real life (who isn’t involved in fandoms) asked to read your work, would you let them? If yes, what would you recommend they read first?
Sure. I’d love to get an outside opinion of my work and my characters that are so beloved and close to my heart 🩷
I actually tell people that I write fanfic and original work. And I’ve sent some samples their way and they liked it. Which makes me feel more confident in my writing (not saying it’s perfect, there’s always room for improvement, but it’s getting better).
As for which story to start? I’d say start with Only Love for Bryce and Luna. That was my first story of them and I consider it their start.
Then continue with Always & Forever and Go with the Flow.
Those were my first posted stories about Luna & Bryce and I think you’ll like them. It would give you a good understanding of my storytelling and my characters.
15 - Are there any writers (published authors and/or fanfic writers) who influenced your writing?
There are a couple of authors I admire - Chloe Neil, Elise Kova, Nalini Singh, Rachel Caine (R.I.), Rebecca Yarros, and many more. They have influenced and shaped my writing, my fantasy world-building, and, of course building my characters. These authors know how to tell great stories, which makes me admire them so much.
As for fanfic writers who’ve inspired me? I’d love to give a special shoutout to one of my closest friends who’s been my beta reader for almost anything @annieruok She’s an amazing person and writer. Thanks so much for all the times listening to my ramblings about scenes and characters 🩷
16- Which one of your stories would you most like to see as a movie/series?
My Nightbound series hands down. That is a story that really deserves to be on the big screen or as a Netflix show. I’m not picky.
I’d love to see Grey, Gretel and Hänsel kick some ass. It’s a unique enough story to garner some attention 🥰 I’ve worked really hard to write it and it took me a year to come up with chapters, character names and so forth.
Also Somewhere Only We Know would be cool to see on the big screen. I’d probably weep from joy if any of my stories were ever developed as a movie or series 🥰🥹
17- Do you write original fiction?
Yes, I actually do. I have several original works in my Google docs. And just recently, I had an idea for another original story (I don’t feel comfortable sharing it yet) 🥰 But let’s just say it’s fun to come up with the characters and world-building and everything in between.
18 - What other hobbies do you have?
Reading books, trying out new recipes in the kitchen. This also reminds me I need to exercise more 🤣
Taking walks & going shopping.
Hanging out with friends and binge watching shows and movies on Disney+ and Netflix. Just trying to enjoy every single moment that every day has to offer 🩷
19 - What’s your favorite emoji?
It’s a toss between these three 🥰😍🩷 (What can I say I love pink 🩷 not just because of the new Barbie movie and the pinkmania 🩷)
20: BONUS - tell us anything you’d like (if you want to).
First, I wanted to say thank you to everyone. For being picked as writer of the month is a huge honor 🥰 Thank you to everyone who has ever taken the time to read my stories, reblog them, and leave some unbelievably nice words.
I’m very grateful that you guys took the time to shower me with love. Sometimes, I wonder what I did to deserve some of your nice words and love. I also wanted to give a special shoutout to some of the people who are very dear to me. 🩷
Thank you guys for supporting me. Being there for me - through great and not so great times - I‘ll never be able repay your kindness 🩷 You guys make me strive to be a better version of myself and I couldn’t be more happy to call you my friends 🩷
@annieru0k @cariantha @txem @doriopenheart @mysticalgalaxy @aallotarenunelma @inlocusmads @heavenssexiestangel @socalwriterbee @secretaryunpaid @ofmischiefandmedicine @starrystarrytrouble @the-pale-goddess @takemyopenheart @quixoticdreamer16 @princess-geek @eleanorbloom
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just sae, forever.
♡⸝⸝ summary: poor you decided to replay ddlc, but instead you were stuck in an unideal situation. this is part two of just sae!
little note: i didn't expect my last post to get 30+ likes XD, i was never good at writing per se, regardless i'm delighted to see people enjoy my small short fic even if it wasn't that eye-catching. also, oftentimes i write for gn and fem readers and honestly.. i don't know which to use for this one. i guess it's up to you then reader ^_^ (small hints of inconsistent type of reader, reader's style and etc depends on her or their mood.)
your perspective:
huh, it's been a few days after that unfortunate event.
was i just pranked? geez, hopefully it was. the shit that 'sae' pulled back there felt real as hell. even his dialogues sounded real.
i heard a knock on my apartment door and froze in place..
i haven't gone out in days, i think i already became a neet.
my legs dangled from my bed as i stood up, rushing to the front door, i opened it, expecting to get ai hoshino's fate.. but instead... ---
"it feels nice to see you in real life." that.. was sae's voice. or more realistically AND honestly, takahiro sakurai's voice.
i perked my head up, oh... he was, tall. obviously. what am i saying?
he pulled me into a sudden hug, he wore the same clothes when he appeared in the manga and anime.
i was speechless, this... couldn't be real. i was just being pranked, was i?
"why are you so quiet? why don't you speak up, love?" he looked at me lovingly, gosh, my single ass felt blood running to my cheeks.
"no way, you're real? here?! in flesh and blood??" i said, absolutely flabbergasted. he looked exactly like sae, but i was still in denial.
"why would you think that my words were just empty nonsense? i was being true to my words... and you." he shyly admitted. why was he so out of character?
"and, i may not seem like the cold person i was in the anime and manga, but i.. since i'm with you, after all those times in the literature club, i actually found happiness with you." he continued to speak.
"...yeah, let's, like, settle this inside." i brought him in my apartment, it wasn't too small, rather it was quite big. my job paid me really well and i was able to afford quite a luxurious and spacious apartment. those years in school really did pay off, haha.
sae sat on my comfortable white couch as he looked around, surprised. i dug into my pantry desperately searching for.. something.
i was really warming up to sae now, i mean, judging from my tiktok reposts i reposted videos and edits of him way more often than rin, sorry... rinrin...
my eyes caught sight of my life long worth of candy stash, it could last for like, decades. or more...
i happily hummed as i took a big basket full of candy, walking to the living room and placing it on the glass coffee table.
"what are you staring for sae? come on, i didn't bring this big basket of candy here for nothing." i shot him a smug smile, urging him to take one candy bar.
"it's nothing, i just never expected you to be this welcoming and kind.. i'm... grateful. thank you." he took a candy bar and peeled the wrapper open, taking a bite into the soft chocolate caramel.
he was secretly enjoying the candy bar, so i took one for myself and swallowed the candy bar whole after peeling the tight ass wrapper.
"riiight, since you're a famous footballer back in the bluelockverse, i guess you need to get used to getting pampered and taken care of by me since you have no job now, whatsoever. but to be frank, i don't care. it's nice to have someone around me after god knows how long!" i said out of the blue, eyes star-struck. i didn't know why, i felt happier when people were around me. but when i was with sae.. i felt.. like i was on cloud nine.
"...sae, i don't know why. but i like you, a lot." two lonely bitches staring at each other, that was us.
"i like you too, {name}... i like you, a lot more than you'd ever like me." gosh, this stings. what was i thinking? am i hallucinating or just crazy? i eyed sae sadly, a evident frown plastered on my face.
"i'll love you till the end of time, {name}." he smiled, shit, i felt butterflies in my stomach. is this true love? ironic since he was a fictional character that broke the barrier between fiction and reality.
maybe.. life with sae.. wouldn't be so bad.
we can do many things together, like drawing and painting. playing video games, and going out together. like a real couple would do.
i found myself slightly blushing a soft pink colour, i actually felt happy, with sae.
"...i love you, sae." i smiled at him lovingly, and he shot me a loving smile back.
i finally felt true happiness!
author's note: might do a silly lil fic of reader and sae living life together as a happy couple, gosh, i'm a sucker for lovey dovey pairs wkdjskwksfr
#blue lock#blue lock x reader#x fem reader#x gn reader#x reader#gn reader#fem reader#sae itoshi#sae itoshi x reader#sae x reader#bllk x you#true happiness#true love#ddlc#doki doki literature club#monika#sayori#natsuki#yuri#ddlc x blue lock
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20 questions for fic writers
Thank you so much to @cfr749, @sisterofficerlucychen, @mamadoc, and @queseraone for tagging me in this! I was on vacation last week which is why it's taken me forever to answer.
1. How many works do you have on AO3?
29
2. What’s your total AO3 word count?
213,510
3. What fandoms do you write for?
On AO3, only The Rookie. But I used to write for Castle on ffnet
4. What are your top five fics by kudos?
The spaces in between
Unless it is
The (E-rated) spaces in between
Tell me you love me (without any words)
Put me back together piece by piece
5. Do you respond to comments?
Yes! I used to be very inconsistent about this, but now I always make sure to reply to every comment because I want people to know how much I appreciate every single one
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I generally at least make sure the ending is hopeful, even if it's not completely happy. I guess the most angsty ending is either this one or this chapter
7. What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Hmmm... most of them? But if I have to pick just one, I guess maybe this one since the whole thing is really just them being so completely in love and happy
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Luckily, no. Not in this fandom. I got quite a bit for Castle though, which is part of the reason I left that fandom behind
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
I do. I seem to be incapable of writing just plain old smut, though. Somehow the emotions always find their way in. So if you're looking for porn + feelings, I've got you covered
10. Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?
I have not, and I don't think I ever will
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Yes, once, when I wrote for Castle. Someone took it from ffnet and posted it under their own name on AO3. Luckily, someone from the fandom noticed and told me, and I was able to get the fic taken down
12. Have you ever had a fic translated?
Yes, a couple people translated a couple of my Castle fics back in the day
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
I have not, but @queseraone and I have an idea for one that is hopefully going to be a summer hiatus project 😊
14. What’s your all time favorite ship?
For so many years it was Caskett, but I think Chenford has taken over the top spot now
15. What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Oh gosh, I have so many partial ideas and little tidbits jotted down on my laptop, and I have no idea which, if any, will ever see the light of day. In theory I will some day write all of them, but I know that's not actually going to happen
16. What are your writing strengths?
I'd like to think my strengths are characterization and attention to detail
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm not a very creative writer. I never have been. I'm not good at thinking up characters on my own or building my own story from scratch. But if you give me the characters and universe and all of those details, I could write about them all day
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?
Hmmm. I don't think I've ever done it. If I did, I'd definitely use multiple translation tools to ensure accuracy. And if I knew someone who spoke the language, I would reach out to them too
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Castle
20. Favorite fic you’ve written?
I've been asked this question multiple times over the past couple years, and I keep thinking someday I'll write something new that I really love and I'll be able to give a different answer. But nope. It's still this one
I think most everyone has already been tagged in this over the past week, so I'm tagging anyone who hasn't answered these questions yet but wants to!
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Chasing Laughter
Kanene's Notes: Heyaa! Gosh, it's been a long time since I've been able to write and finish AND post a fic. But! I've got a new fandom >:D uytredrtyuidfg
So, at first I didn't know a lot about Fit but GOSH, now he is one of my faves. Like, a guy that is trapped in a experiment controlled by a gigantic force that is not above torturing, experimenting and doing awful thing just to keep the control and yet this is the happier he had ever been? Because he has a wonderful son and friends? Because here, different from the world filled with war he came before, he at least knows a bit of peace? And he would do anything to still have this love, happiness and family he found? B r u h I am on the FLOOR
Although, I still haven't watched a LOT of him so probably this is kind of OOC but yeah it is what it is dfghujuygtfrftgy
Warnings: None. This is pure flluff and plyaful tickles. Ticklish!Ramón and Ler!Fit. Around 1.000 words. General warning: this is a tickle fic
[~*~]
Ramón took off running.
It felt almost natural, now. He learned to run for his life a long time ago, nowadays being able to deal much better with all the thoughts his mind had to attend to. Where he should step, when he should keep going or try to hide, how far was his pursuer, what could he do to get just a few more seconds before help came…
At first, it wasn’t supposed to be a game, running away from someone more than often isn’t in his daily life. Not with the place that they lived. The island.
But, well…
The wind ruffled his hair and the adrenaline raced in his veins, heartbeat going in sync with his footsteps, painting in firm strokes and nimble steps determination in every turn and dodge. The voice that followed him on his path only served as a reminder that it was just a fun chase.
It was hard to not have fun when his father was involved.
“Ramooon, where are you? You can’t run forever, my baby boy.”
All of this was Dapper’s fault, really. He was a menace and immature and the one who didn’t know when to admit that he had lost the wrestling match and so decided to change to cheating so he could win. And no. It didn’t matter that technically Ramón had also cheated by sneaking up behind his twin and starting the play fight when the other was busy building. That is not cheating. This is being tactical and having a strategy . Cheating is resorting to unfair methods like throwing all your weapons and tools to the ground, shoving your hands under the enemy’s chestplate and squeezing their sides non stop.
Tickling isn’t even allowed in a real fight! Dapper doesn’t even expect the big storm that is coming to him, Ramón also has a lot of a very kind of giggly, tickly blackmail about his brother that he is more than happy to share with his uncle Bad.
He just needed to survive this chase first.
With the potato gun in his hand he turned around, firing. None of them hit the target, it was hard when both of them were moving so fast and inconsistently, full of zig zags, circles and jumps on the usual irregular soil.
“Ops, almost got me there, Ramon, but you can’t escape your father.”
Ramón almost laughed, almost cursed and almost tried to shoot another round of potatoes on his dad for being so embarrassing.
“You know I will always find you. Come here, my boy!”
In the end, he ended up stumbling.
His body didn’t even had the chance to fall on the grass before two hands, warm and kind. larger than life, full of scars that contained brave stories and strong enough to hold him dangling in the air in what his Tío Foolish liked to call the “Air Prison”, got him from behind.
“Oh! Oh!! I got you, I got youuuu, my beautiful, beautiful baby boy! Look what I have right in my hands, a cute little sneaker who thought that he could outrun his old man, huh? You love to see it.”
Ramón struggled on the hold, kicking and feeling his cheeks light up in flames at his father’s usual baby voice, trying to ignore with his entire might all the giggles crawling up his throat and the gigantic smile that fought to take over his mouth.
He was NOT going to lose this time! No matter how much embarrassing praises and unfair baby voices his own father attempted to pull against him, he would keep himself strong and simply not break!
(He always did. No matter how long they’ve played this game of hide and seek and chase, or how often his father’s eyes glinted in pure happiness when he saw him awake or even how the pride took over his words and gestures every time Ramón showed him his newer project. Everyday Ramon tried to keep his composure, his mature self in front of him as a shield and a preparation. Yet, every single day his dad came and let him act and feel like he was… like he could be just a child in front of him.)
All his thoughts came to a halt and got scrambled when suddenly he was thrown upwards and spun in the air, no time to get the grappling hook to escape the situation before Fit caught him again, now with both of them being able to face each other.
His father’s grin was as mischievous as big. Ramón huffed and squinted at him and did not pout at his destiny.
A couple of fingers sneaking under his armpits and digging there quickly made his grumpy demeanor melt in a loud squeak.
"Ohoho, what is this? Is that a smile that I am seeing right there? A big, bright and starry five stars smile, indeed."
Ramón shook his head, entire body shaking with the struggle of keeping the laughter inside. His hands attempted to push his father's hold away, but it would be much easier to try to move a mountain.
The fingers began crawling downwards, giving each rib a few quick, nimble scribble before focusing entirely on squeezing his sides, not being even slightly discouraged by the smaller’s tactic of trying to become a defensive ball, a couple of quiet yelps escaping when the scratching found a sweet spot right where his sides and ribs connected.
"I think someone's barrier is about to crack.~" Fit playful taunted.
A couple of giggles ran away without permission from his mouth, his smile growing from one ear to another as each tickle seemed to send a tingly, funny kind of adrenaline in his veins.
It took only single scribble on his stomach for everything, every squeal, giggly snort, squeaky wheeze and crackling to come trembling down from his mouth, filling the air with a loud, energetic laughter and a quiet, amused chuckle that danced together amidst the wind and the trees.
For a few moments that was all that existed, the silly, playful, tickly moment and genuine laughter. It lasted a couple of minutes before Fit decided they both already had their fun and that Ramón could use some of benefits of taking big, uninterrupted gulps of air.
"Okay, okay, enough. I don't want to take it too far." His father's movements weren't exactly gentle , still roughed in the edges by the life he had before the island, but he was the most careful as he let him on the ground and discreet enough to not snicker too loud when Ramón wobbled a bit on the same spot, left over sniggers still escaping and making his nose scrunch up. "Are you alright, Ramón?"
The kid just quietly wiped the beginnings of tears that formed in the corner of his eyes before, in a flash, grabbing his sword and quickly hitting his dad with a clear swing before jumping away.
"Wh- wha- what! Hey!" His voice was the perfect mix of amused and exasperated. Not a single drop of regret in it as the flames danced on his armor, barely even affecting him. "Now, come on…"
He stepped closer to the smaller one, only for Ramón to jump away once more and pull his spyglass, squinting at him in a clear show of protest.
(Of course both realized how the corner of his mouth was still up in a remain of a happy smile, how the swing was totally non harmful and how he would never, ever, truly run away from his father.)
"OK, OK, you're right, that was unfair of me." Ramón slightly bent his knees, hand still close to his sword, waiting for more. "What if we go clear that dungeon you mentioned earlier? Think you could forgive me then?"
The kid quickly put away his spyglass, stepping closer and nodding pleased. His father was smart. He knew he would stop being silly and see the reason, eventually.
Fit watched as his kid led the way, a pep on his step and a joyful hum in the tip of his tongue. His chest filled with warmth, realizing (not for the first or last time) how lucky he was to have all of this in his life.
He will do anything to keep this happiness, to keep them, alive.
[~*~]
Ramón may or may not strategically try to get his revenge in the future in front of a very curious and mischievous Brazilian (Pac really needed a Second to Breath when he heard Fit giggling for the first time, and, really, how could he just NOT help his sobrinho, ya know?) and ever since their life (and bit by bit the life of everyone in the island because rumors fly like crazy and not a single one in there isn't prone to some mischief) got filled with much more laughter and sillyness
Just wanted to write some light-hearted fun
#qsmp tickles#qsmp tickling#Kanene's fic#Kanene's fanfic#Ticklish!Ramón#Ler!Fit#Tickle fic#Cute fluff#I forgot what to put in tags so SDFGHUJIKKJH#playful tickles#can't stop thinking about the beans Having Fun and Being Happy so i just had to write something rkjhgvfghnjm
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Tag at least six people (can be more than six if you want), and say at least one nice thing about or to each of them. Can be mutuals, can be people you follow, can be people you don’t know but just happen to exist in the same circle(s) with. All you gotta do is tag them and say something nice about/to them :)
I was tagged by these lovely people (and decided to pull an uno reverse card on ALL OF THEM >:) : @bottleofchaos , @rebelwithoutabroom , @findinghomes , and @wolfboypunzo
@findinghomes- Finn, you make every space you enter just a bit more brighter, always a kind word to say to someone’s latest creation. Your writing never fails to take my breath away. You manage to capture such raw emotion, you put so much of yourself into your writing and it shows!!
@blocksforbrains - hiya Blocks!! I feel like it’s been a while since our paths have crossed, but we’ve been mutuals since before this blog was created, thanks for sticking around for the ride :)
@latenightsinmay - May!! Gosh, it feels like we’ve been mutual for forever. You’re someone I’ve come to depend on, still hanging on during the rainy days. Thanks you for quality tags and some amazing pjo posts
@wolfboypunzo - Asher!!! You lovely sweet human!! A frequent goer of my inbox!! I’m happy we found each other, you’re a little ray of sunshine, always with something kind to say. You’ve stuck with me through it all, and I’m happy you’re here.
@mahikamihan - Yumi!! Your art never fails to warm my heart!! I love how you always encourage those around you, it’s always a good day when I see you on the dash. Thank you for always bringing the community together by proposing fun little events, our fandom is brighter with you in it
@demonstars - nunki!!! I can always count on you to understand the cdnf demons. Your skillfully crafted posts never fail to shatter my heart in two, thank you for keeping the demons and insanities of Dnf alive and well
@hearvex - fun story H. I randomly saw one of your edits on YT before you joined the fandom and was immediately shocked. It was utterly stunning, unlike anything I had ever seen. Imagine my surprise when I saw you on tumblr, it was like seeing god at Walmart. Being mutuals with you has always been an utter delight, this fandom is better with you in it :)
@rebelwithoutabroom - Taizi!!! An awesome writer and an even better tumblr mutual. Thanks for being my hype person whenever I’m pitching fic plots, and thanks for letting me bounce ideas off you. I can’t wait to see what you create next, I’m lucky to have you as a mutual
@bottleofchaos - Ocean! Thank you for always being there to back up my Greek mythology/ Dnf parallels, you are an absolute gem! There’s always so much humanity in your fics, a fitting reflection of the person writing them
@jupitersthirdstar - Jay!! Thank you for the top tier fic recs and being someone I know I can turn to when things get a little crazy here. I love your loveposting, keep doing your thing!!
@froggyrights - hi Charlie! I know we haven’t been mutuals for too long, but I’ve always thought you were hella cool. I started playing undertale on your recommendation, and I feel like that set the tone for the sort of mutual you are (someone with absolutely based takes)
@rosy-skies - Rosie, oh my dear Rosie. If there was anyone that had to be part of all this I’m glad it was you. Thanks for being *here* with me, seeing the side of me that’s here online. It’s been an utter delight having you here, love ya
@suenitos - Nov, one day I’m going to hold you accountable for your web weaves because they don’t leave me teary eyed every. Damn. Time. You have an incredible scope for all the emotions a human can feel, thank you for unknowingly introducing me to some of my best inspiration
@minecraftdog - Mandragora!!! You always leave the most delightful things in my notes and all around one of the kindest people here, I’m happy to know I have you in my corner
@bagelrites - resident skephaloer and maker of adorable art!! Your stories are always so cozy, thank you for making our corner of the fandom all the more lovely with your creations
This is the part where I’m brave and say wonderful things to people I’m not mutuals with but I still need them to know that I think they’re amazing
@anonysage - your art never fails to take my breath away. You always manage to capture so much intimacy in your work, weaving an adorable narrative into everything you create. Thank you for sharing what you do with this fandom
@wolflyndraws - your designs are utterly STUNNING! The colors you use are always so bright and your Dream design is perfect in every sense of the word. I love all the darling au’s you put Dnf in, I get so excited seeing your creations!!! (Also I am an AVID enjoyer of your mermaid au, the colors you have for the tails are MARVELOUS and bright and just so so fitting for the people they’ve been crafted for)
@jun-hug - your little blob doodles always put a smile on my face!! I have two younger siblings who also enjoy your art and we love ‘awww-ing’ over the adorable drawings you’ve made!!!
#it’s been a crazy busy weekend for me and our wifi is ready to give out so apologies for taking so long to make this!!#i absolutely loved doing this!!#I’m so happy to know so many amazing people lots of love for everyone 🫶🫶🫶🫶#this is not in any way meant to be a complete compilation of everyone I want to say nice things to#but the post started freaking out whenever I edited it so I figured I’d wrap it up here#YOURE ALL AWESOME AND I LOVE LOVEPOSTING AND IM REALLY HAPPY TO BE HERE WITH ALL OF YOU!! 🫶🫶🫶🫶
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Okay I have time HIII clari I hope you don’t mind but I’d seen a post reblogged about you shipping with Vox and the vibes of your ship but (and totally okay if not 🫶🏽) could you tell me how you two met? What was the beginning of your relationship like 👀
hi hi hi vixen!!! ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و ♡ oh my gosh i could never mind; i’m flattered that you’d like to know more about us!! <3 okay SO!! we met while i was working as a lil intern in the commercial department at his company. he’s a chronic control freak, so he finds himself overseeing/supervising as many (aka all) departments + their corresponding activities as much as he can. anyway, i am very new to the job—only a mere few weeks into it—when he spots me and immediately decides he has to own me.
he slinks up, all smooth and suave, charming and charismatic, and strikes up a random conversation with me, asking a million questions that are most definitely invasive but don’t actually feel invasive because he’s just so personable—my name, how long i’ve been in hell, when i began working at voxtek, why i began working at voxtek, what i used to do in my human life, etc etc etc—subtly collecting information on me so he can stalk me the minute he gets back to his office.
a few days after he’s completed his thorough and meticulous ‘research’ on me, he suddenly and unexpectedly promotes me to his personal assistant (and no, i’m not allowed to refuse the job offer, no matter how much i enjoy working in commercials). anyway i could gush about us forever but to make a very long story short, my role as personal assistant is literally to just stay glued by his side, eternally tethered to him—he doesn’t even make me do any work, he just wants me within his sight and reach at all times; he uses the ‘personal assistant’ role to get to know me very quickly, since i spend nearly all of my time with him now—and eventually, he ends up making me into his greatest product, which is basically a ‘legitimate’ superstar (an extravagant version of a social media influencer, using all of his platforms of course, and ‘legitimate’ in the sense that i am pure, i am clean, unlike angel and his porn star friends. vox is searching to quite literally create a new type of stardom, with me spearheading it).
eeeee i am sorry i rambled so much!!!! i just really really really love him <333 i even started writing a fic based on my selfship with him (*ﾉωﾉ) do you selfship with any hazbin characters? :o i saw that gorgeous piece of art with you and alastor 👀
#me about to write you a whole goddamn novel about vox and i meeting#HAHAHA#sighs dreamily <333 that stupid tv man#also!!!!! if you DO selfship with any hazbin characters expect me in ur inbox vvvv soon i want to hear aaaaall about it#AH such a fun question hehehe thank u so much for asking!!!#i hope you’re having a marvellous thursday bb <3#inky.vixen#clari gets mail#vlari#inky.selfships
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truly, madly, deeply - 1
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff, (eventual) Natasha Romanoff x Reader, (eventual) Wanda Maximoff x Natasha Romanoff x Reader
Summary: You’d been living a good life, well as good as it could get with how full of lies it was. Why? It was the only way to get by when you were an unmated omega with an uneasy past. That's all flipped on its head when you see a matching soul mark on two certain avenger, leaving your lies to crumble right in front of your face.
A/N: ayo i’m finally posting this lmao, i read a a/b/o fic on ao3 that wasn’t all about sex (not that those are bad) and it literally took over my life for a few weeks and it wasn’t finished so i wrote my own! a main focus of this fic is reader having a condition called touch deprivation. the name describes it well and it’s described in the fic (this was also based on another a/b/o fic) anyways! i hope you enjoy, second chapter will be posted after this so if you enjoyed please let me know!
also there are two ocs that only affect the beginning of the story and will kinda become absolute
chapter 2 chapter 3 ao3
The day had started out simple enough. Wake up, eat breakfast, go to work, come home, eat dinner and sleep. A routine you’d grown accustomed to. A routine that usually involved you talking to your roommates Lexi and Brooke when you were home. You’d known Lexi since you moved to New York about 3 years ago, meeting because you both needed a roommate. With you both being omegas, it worked out perfectly. You remember the days when she would talk about how she couldn’t wait to meet her soulmate, and lucky for her, she didn’t have to wait too long as she met Brooke about a year after living together. Instead of having to move out, or have Lexi and Brooke find a new place, the three of you lived together and it worked perfectly. Rent was less expensive, and the three of you were able to help out one another. You also thought that they felt bad for you, thinking you were forever going to be alone with the lie you’d told them.
The last thing you needed in your life was someone to depend on. Especially not someone you didn’t even know. You’d spent the last years of your childhood forced to be with someone, someone who didn’t care for you like he should, and you’d be damned if you’d do that again by meeting your soulmate. You knew how it went when omegas, like yourself, met their soulmates. The second you meet your soulmate, your body immediately becomes attuned to them, knowing that it needs them. Your body puts itself through unending pain whenever you're away from them for too long without being bonded. If you were to ever meet them, it would also mean the end of the freedom you have.
How does one avoid fate though? Well you’d come to learn that most people learn about their soulmates through word of mouth. So you’d cover up your soul mark and tell people your soulmates had died. While it wasn’t the most humane thing to do, it kept you safe, kept people from asking questions. Of course you’d told Lexi and Brooke the same sob story but didn’t bother hiding your soul mark from them since you were living together and there was no point.
So when you came home to Lexi shouting at you about how you had other soulmates, you froze like a deer in headlights.
“Oh my gosh Y/N! This is so exciting! And two Avengers too? Isn’t this great!” Lexi exclaimed whilst holding your hands and jumping up and down.
“We already called Avengers Tower, they said that we can come by tomorrow to meet them,” said Brooke, coming in just behind Lexi.
You were still in the middle of processing all this when Lexi started showing you the news articles. Avengers Wanda Maximoff and Natasha Romanoff reveal that they are soulmates! What does this mean for the team? With a close up image of that stupid mark you had on your wrist. In a way this was a blessing, now you knew exactly who you needed to avoid. All you need to do now is find a way to convince Lexi and Brooke not to make you go up there.
You decided to play dumb. “I don’t think that’s the same mark, mine looks like a different shade of red.”
“What? No, you guys definitely got the same marks,” said Lexi while giving you a confused look.
“I don’t know, maybe it’s best that we don’t go up there just in case. Wouldn’t want to get my hopes up, you know?”
“Shouldn’t that be the reason you do go up there? Just in case they are in fact your soulmates,” said Brooke giving the same look as Lexi.
“Exactly! What’s the worst that could happen?”
“I’ve got stuff to do tomorrow anyways, probably wouldn’t have enough time to make it there anyways,” you say as you head to your room not wanting to get into a big argument with the two.
“What’s so important that you can’t meet your soulmates?” Lexi asks almost angrily.
“Literally anything else.”
In a much softer tone Lexi carefully asks, “What?”
“I’ve just-,” how were you supposed to explain this to them? Getting into your past would just lead to more questions. The best solution? Another lie, “I don’t want to meet them, being the soulmate of an Avenger comes with a lot of risks and it would probably be safer for me to keep my distance. Aren’t they in a pack anyways? They should be fine without me.”
Lexi and Brooke give you a shocked look, with the former deadpanning. “You can’t be serious.”
“I am! I feel completely content! I don’t need them, and since they aren’t actively looking or know that I exist, they won’t need me either.”
You can tell neither of them know what to say, Lexi is opening and closing her mouth like a fish while Brooke has a deep crease between her brows trying to decipher what you’ve just said.
“Please, can we just keep this between us?” you plead with the two of them.
They share a look of concern before looking back at you with pity. Lexi finally says, “Alright, if that’s what you really want. Are you sure you don’t at least want to meet them?”
“No, I’ll be fine living my life and they’ll be fine living theirs. No need to upend everyone’s lives over something as silly as soulmates,” you say as you start to walk towards your room.
“Soulmates aren’t-“ Lexi starts before you quickly cut her off so as to not start another argument.
“Thank you guys! Goodnight!” you say as you slam your door shut.
Universe just had to send you a curveball, but thankfully it seems you hit this one out of the park. Not only are the two people who know about your soulmates are sworn to secrecy but you know exactly who to avoid. Natasha Romanoff and Wanda Maximoff, should be easy enough to avoid since the Avengers are currently living at the new compound in upstate New York.
Now all you gotta do is stay updated on the Avengers whereabouts and continue to live your life. Since you now know who your soulmates are and that they are relatively easy to avoid seeing as the media keeps a keen eye on them, you feel very secure. Before you never knew when you would run into your soulmates, constantly living on edge.
Although, you could definitely see an appeal to being their soulmates. Two unbelievably strong women with stunning appearances wasn’t something you were complaining about. Even with that, the media was not making it easy to like them, especially Wanda. Saying things like she is a loose cannon and is not in control of her powers. While it’s a given to not believe everything you read or see on the internet, it only helped solidify your desire to stay away from them.
And with that life moved along. Everything was normal, aside from Lexi giving you petty remarks every time you asked for a favor saying things like, “if you would just meet your soulmates I bet they would be happy to do this for you” or “why don’t you ask your soulmates?” It grated on your nerves but it was better to just live with it than let get into an argument with Lexi, especially when she knew who your soulmates were. You didn’t know if she would go that far, but you weren’t taking any chances.
As time went on though, you started to be in immense pain. First it was just tingles all over your body, kind of like your body was a big bruise. The pain would increase when you made jerky movements. It would gradually get worse, feeling almost like you were burning all over. You were calling off of work more and more because some days it hurt too much to even move. Lexi and Brooke noticed and offered to take you to the doctor, but you refused. Whatever this was would pass, it just needed time.
Today however, you felt like you were going to die. Your boss had already said you were calling off far too much and that if you missed one more day you would be put on suspension. So despite it feeling like you should be in a full body cast, you got up and got ready for work. The clothes felt as if they were poking your skin and your feet on the floor felt like you stepped on legos the entire way down the hallway. While the hallway was only a good 6-7 feet but it took you 10 minutes to get down it. Every time you bent your leg it felt like it was bending the wrong way, like you were purposely breaking your legs every time you took a step.
Lexi and Brooke looked at you as you made your way down the hallway and could immediately tell that something was really wrong with you. Despite you having been in excruciating pain these past few months, you’d done a decent job of covering it up. Only ever letting it show when a particularly sharp pain hit you.
Lexi rushed over to you helping you walk to the kitchen asking, “are you okay? Don’t tell me you're going in to work today.”
It took you a second to answer because moving your jaw was a painful task in itself, “yes, i’m fine.”
“You sure? With the pace you were going down that hallway you won’t make it to work until next week,” Brooke stated in a smart-ass tone.
You gave Brooke a dirty look before doubling over in pain.
“Y/N we really need to take you to the doctor! This is not normal!” Lexi exclaims whilst helping you keep from falling over from the pain.
“No, I’m-“ you start before you feel another rush of pain. You had probably hit the ground at this point, with the pain in your head and abdomen felt as if you were being stabbed. You can hear Lexi telling Brooke to do something but you can’t make it out, the pain being the only thing you can focus on. You open your eyes to look up at Lexi but it’s so blurry and you just want to close your eyes again. You think you can make out Lexi saying something to you but you just can’t keep your eyes open. As you close your eyes the pain starts to dissipate as you pass out.
#wanda maximoff#natasha romanoff#natasha romanov#wanda maximoff x reader#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff#wanda maximoff x natasha romanoff x reader#natasha romanoff x reader#wanda x reader#natasha x reader#abo au#omegaverse
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🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹for torture fic when/ if you’re open to sharing snippets of it!
oh gosh! yeah, sure!! i haven't been sharing pieces of that one bc like, i didn't wanna just throw that out there in response to just general unspecified fic clip asks bc yknow. it's. A Lot. and i'm both very like [face in my hands] about writing it in general still lmao but also i don't wanna just be like well here's THIS if someone didn't directly ask yknow. but since you want to see some of it i'd be happy to share a bit!!
it's all gonna go under a cut bc it's. yknow, i mean, it's a piece of writing i refer to as 'the torture fic' for lack of a better way to refer to it (it's about that yeah but it's also about like. trauma and recovery and Figuring Out How To Live after feeling like you've been destroyed etc) bc it only has a placeholder title at the moment. anyways, serious content warning for this bc this fic in general is Incredibly violent and descriptive in that violence. specific content warning for choking/strangling in the bit i'm posting.
Just as promised, when the darkness starts to eat at his vision, punctuated by sparks, the grip eases and air makes its way through. There’s a sound that might have been Murdoc saying something, but Mac has nothing to devote to trying to decipher it. He’s too caught up in the choppy, barking coughs that shake his chest as he strains to pull in a breath. All he’s allowed are a few thin inhales, though. Murdoc’s hands clamp down once more, and it all starts again.
The strangling goes on for several minutes, stopping and starting repeatedly, never quite getting to the point where Mac loses consciousness. After a point, he wishes that he would. It seems like it’s going to go on forever, suffocated right to the brink of blacking out but not actually allowed to escape the torment. It only ends when Murdoc decides he’s done and walks away, leaving Mac gasping and coughing, barely able to remain on his feet. His wrists protest at how much of his weight they’re asked to bear as he slumps against the wall, but he doesn’t have the strength yet to fully stand. The weakness in his body from the prolonged choking is as frustrating as it is frightening - Mac can’t stand right, can’t breathe properly, can’t seem to do anything but heave for air and tremble violently.
#gav gab#gav answers#ask box games#writing liveblog#lmao the way this is like. actually one of the tamer scenes of this fic. christ#at least from the first part of it the second two parts are like. after it's all Happened already#OH also it's for the macgyver reboot so there's that
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HII!
I wanted to know if you could recommend some very nice Top John fics with plots? Looking forward to your response.
Thank you for all you do for the Fandom. Very grateful. Have a lovely day/night!
Hi Lovely!
Oh gosh, you're far too kind!
I actually have quite a few fics, but I'm also going to use your ask to post my Pt 3 list of Bottomlock fics, so I hope you don't mind. To get the longer, more plotty fics, please start at the bottom of this and all the suggested See Also lists, and work your way up them. Since I put my lists in word-count order, the longer, more plotty ones will be near the bottom <3
I hope you enjoy, and if anyone has something new to add, please do! <3
BOTTOMLOCK Pt. 3
See also:
Bottomlock (April 2019)
Bottomlock Pt 2
Bottomlock Pt 2.5 (Thirsty Bottomlock)
Omegaverse Pt. 1.5: O!Sherlock
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Gigantic by BubbleGumLizard (E, 2,135 w., 1 Ch. || Size Kink, PWP, Oral Sex / Blow Job, Bottomlock) – John seems to avoid Sherlock seeing him naked. Sherlock wants to fix that. This is porn. Part 19 of Mystrade NaNoWriMo 2015
Affirmation by jamlockk (E, 3,096 w. || First Time, Dev. Rel., PWP, Love Declarations, Emotional Sherlock, Comforting John, Gross Fluff, Bottomlock) – "Sunlight dappled John's skin, casting a glow across his spreadeagled form as he dozed among the rumpled sheets. Sherlock knew the expression on his face was hopelessly soft but for once did not care about showing his true feelings so openly. He simply stood there, in the doorway, gazing at the impossibly beautiful man currently snuffling softly in his slumber." Part 8 of All the ways we love
My First, My Only, and My Forever by vintagelilacs (E, 6,220 w., 1 Ch. || Post-ASiB, Virgin Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Sherlock’s Bum, John’s Scar, Sherlock POV, Body Worship, Fingering, Bottomlock, Promise of Forever / Proposals, Misunderstanding, First Kiss/Time, Loss of Virginity, Virginity Kink, Seduction) – Sherlock narrowed his eyes. He was missing a vital piece of data, he was sure. John had been looking at him oddly ever since they left Buckingham Palace, and the ensuing incident with Irene Adler had only exacerbated his erratic behaviour. What was it? Why would he care that Sherlock was a virgin? There was nothing reminiscent of mockery or pity in his gaze. And then it hit him. John Watson was aroused.
Caves in the Mountains Are Seldom Unoccupied by starrysummernights & TheMadKatter13 (E, 7,925 w., 1 Ch. || Were-Creatures || Werebear John, Pseudo Bestiality, Rimming, Dub Con, Rough Sex, Come Inflation / Eating, Size Kink, PWP, Bratty Sherlock, Rutting) – “This isn’t something to play at, Sherlock,” he snapped. “If it doesn’t work out- what you’re asking of me- we can’t shrug and say 'oh well, at least we tried'. If we do this… I could seriously hurt you. Do you understand? I could lose control. I could… I could kill you.” (This one is... REALLY REALLY kinky, heavy dub-con warning)
Never Have I Ever by hudders-and-hiddles (E, 10,655 w. || Pining Sherlock, First Kiss / Time, Drinking Games, Love Confessions, Fluff and Angst, Friends to Lovers, Bottomlock) – John and Sherlock tag along for the Met's weekly night out, where the evening's chosen drinking game is Never Have I Ever. Sherlock is reluctant to join in until he realizes he can learn all kinds of new things about John, but he forgets that John might learn a thing or two about him as well.
A Hooligans’ Game Played By Gentlemen by scullyseviltwin (E, 15,213 w., 1 Ch. || First Time, Rugby as Foreplay, Porn with Lots of Plot, John POV, Ogling, Body Appreciation, Cranky Sherlock, Slow Burn, Bed Sharing, Cuddling, Touching, Heavy Petting, Blow Job, Botttomlock) – In which John wants to get back in shape, does so, joins a rugby league and has sex with Sherlock Holmes. In that order.
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Essence of Forever
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Pt. 2 to Epitome of Love!
Pt. 1 is found here - Epitome of Love
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Pairing: Jason carver x female!Reader
Pronouns: She/Her
Pov: First Person
Fandom: Stranger Things
Warnings: Mentions of saliva, SPOILERS for season 4 volume 2 of stranger things, death, Vecna, broken bones, fighting, guns, violence, cults, satanism, blood, anxiety, trauma
Summary: During the events with Lucas and Jason in season 4 volume 2 of stranger things, destressed girlfriend of Jason Carver, Y/N L/N, is trying to stop all of the violence from happening.
A/N: I am SO, SO sorry to some of the people who were expecting Heartstopper Fics! I promise I'm writing them up as this is posted, I just lost interest of the show for a while, and then I completely forgot that those fics were in my drafts! I promise they'll be out as soon as you requested them! Thanks for the patience, but for now, enjoy some Jason Carver!
SPOILER ALERT - Jason didn't deserve to die! I am forever a Jason apologist, but only for the right reasons. I see that he was kinda racist, and what he did was terrible. But because of my “I can change them” complex, I see some good in him, but he used that good for all the wrong reasons. Forgive me if I’m wrong ❤️
Enjoy part 2!!!
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-Y/N's POV-
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Gunshot after gunshot, Jason shot all of the blood red targets in the head. I flinched with every single one of them. I breathed heavily to calm down my heartbeat, staring him up and down.
Ever since we had left that community meeting, there had been something different about Jason. His eyes were bloodshot, he had a crazy look in his once kind baby blue irises, he wasn't thinking straight. He was thinking one thing and one thing only.
Where was Eddie Munson?
I couldn't blame him. He had seen Patrick die. He wanted revenge for Patrick's and my best friend Chrissy's deaths. He wanted to find Eddie. Only in my heart did I plead for Jason's revenge to not involve murdering Eddie. But somewhere deep, deep down... I knew what Jason was planning to do. Why else had he bought the gun?
For once in my life, I hesitated to touch Jason. I closed my eyes to stop some tears that had threatened to drop, and I placed a hand on his shoulder. I opened my eyes slowly, expecting him to look at me angrily and coldly. He slowly turned around, grabbing my hand, and kissing it ever so lightly.
"What's wrong baby?" He asked me lowly. His eyes were still red. I wondered when he had last slept. I opened my mouth, but no words came out. I closed my mouth and swallowed some saliva. A lump had appeared in my dry throat. I had never been so nervous to speak in my life. Jason just stared at me before he finally moved. My breath hitched as he wrapped his arms around my waist, hugging me. I let some of the tears fall.
"Am I scaring you?" He asked. I wanted to say yes. Oh god, I wanted to say yes so badly, but I couldn't bring myself to say it. Instead, I let out a quiet, "no." Jason sighed and buried his head into my shoulder, kissing up my neck, to my jaw, to my tear-stained cheek, and finally to my lips. I kissed back. No matter how scared I was, I couldn't help but find comfort in his lips. They were soft and he was so gentle. I hoped that with this single kiss, it would sink all of his worries away as it had mine.
He pulled away, his lips still dragging across mine as he spoke. "I would never hurt you. You're everything to me. You're my life." He caressed the spots where my tears continued to fall, trying to dry the spots up. "I love you." He finished gently. I nodded.
"I love you more." I spoke, my voice cracking. He looked relieved to hear me say that. He pulled me in for another hug. After a second, he kissed my cheek.
"Oh my gosh I love you so, so much." Once more, he pulled away. "I need you to know that. I love you so much. I know everything is crazy right now, but I promise once I find Eddie, once I- once I get our revenge, everything will go back to the way it was before, is that okay sweetheart?" He sounded rushed and panicky. It's as if he felt bad for everything that was happening. I knew Jason wanted to fix it, but he should have known that hunting Eddie and getting "our revenge" wasn't going to fix anything. At the end of the day, it wasn't going to do anything but make problems worse. You get your revenge, someone else will get their revenge on you. It's something that would only cause more indefinite problems.
A rat will kill a mouse, a cat will kill a rat, Cayotes will kill a cat, a Golden Eagle will kill a cayote, and so on and so forth. Revenge is nothing but an infinite source of revenge and pain. It won't only cause you pain, but everyone else around you until you're the one they want revenge on.
I tried explaining that to Jason before, but he wouldn't listen. There was no convincing him after he saw how heartbroken I was about Chrissy's death. And there was no talking him out of it after he saw what Eddie apparently did to Patrick. So, with the biggest smile I could manage, all I could say was, "Okay. Promise?"
He stroked my cheek, returning the smile. "I promise." Our moment together didn't last forever, though. Andy came out with news stating that he might have known where Eddie was. Jason told him to go send Ryan, but Andy was pretty convinced that Eddie was at the old Creel house, hiding. Jason thought to check it out.
And we did. We got in the car and went to check it out.
Jason was driving, I was in the passenger seat, and Andy was in the back. Jason kept a hand on my thigh. I had a hand placed atop of his. He would occasionally look over to me, take a breath, and give me the loving smile that I adored.
I hoped that at this location, nobody was there, and Andy had just heard fake news. But when I had seen Erica Sinclair on top of some rocket ship-like stand on the playground, my heart had almost stopped beating.
"You see her?" Andy asked quickly, leaning into the front. Jason stared directly at her, hatred and spite in his eyes. "Yeah, I see her." He spoke. There was pure venom in his voice. My heart began to quicken again, and my breathing fastened. I had never heard Jason speak like that. Not even during games. Hell, I had never seen Jason like this! This was getting way too out of hand.
Erica had noticed that we were pulling up at the speed of lightning, and she quickly jumped off of the playset, running into the woods. Jason immediately stopped the car next to a merry-go-round and he and Andy leaped out of the car. Jason headed towards the house, while Andy followed after Erica. Now I came at a crossroads.
Do I follow after Jason and risk getting killed?
Or do I follow after Andy who might kill a middle schooler?
After a second, I went with the safer option. Follow after Andy. I bolted out of the car and ran into the direction he ran to. At first, I couldn't see them until I came into a clearing and saw him on top of her. She was pinned face down and he was looming over her, holding her hands behind her back.
"What the hell is wrong with you!" I screamed, coming up behind him and kicking him in the balls. He groaned, falling to the side, clutching on his man parts. I helped Erica up. She looked at me with confusion and fear. I looked her up and down.
"Are you okay, sweetheart?" I asked, concerned. She looked at me judgmentally.
"I could have handled that myself, thank you very much. Just because he pinned me down doesn't mean he won!" My eyes widened. Both Lucas and Jason had told me that she was sassy, but I didn't know she was this sassy. I would have given her a high five, but she continued to speak. "Besides, I'd be more worried about what your dumb blonde boyfriend would be doing to my brother," Erica looked back towards the house, nervous. "Whatever he sees, it can't be good." I looked back to the house and then back to Andy.
"You keep your ass right there." I scolded him, pointing a finger at him. He nodded quickly. I began to run back to the house.
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-Jason's POV-
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I kicked the door down, not even bothering to open it. I saw Sinclair's little sister out there, so I knew what I'd find inside.
The freak and his little cult.
I went throughout the house, from room to room, checking every little crevice and detail. I didn't only look for any sign of life, but also for satanic or cultist shit. The Hellfire Club had probably used this place for their little rituals or meetings. The Creel house, with its history, was the perfect place to do so.
To my surprise, I had found nothing. My best guess was that they were using the old druggies house as a meeting spot before we had found Eddie on the boat. Maybe we should have searched that place more.
After finding nothing on the first and second floors, I made my way to the attic. If I didn't have any luck on those floors, I wasn't expecting anything on the 3rd.
But that's until I walked in the doorway, and I saw Sinclair pointing a flashlight at me.
"Shit..." He whispered. I continued to walk in slowly, looking at him and then to a girl with pigtails sitting in front of a table with a bunch of freaky shit on it. "Jason, you can't be here right now man." I ignored him, still looking at the girl. My heart rate began to increase.
"What the hell have you done?" I asked, my voice harsh and low. I stood next to the girl, her eyes straining from looking up. It seemed as if she was in some trance. I became worried for her. It's a good thing that I had gotten here in time before she had gotten hurt.
"Jason. You need to leave." Sinclair warned, walking towards me slowly. I continued to look at the girl.
"Is this what you did to Chrissy?" I asked, walking closer to her and placing a hand on her back lightly, I waved my hand in front of her eyes. I hoped that it would wake her up. I hoped that she'd fall out of whatever trance Sinclair put her in, and she'd be okay. I couldn't let another person die. Sinclair continued to speak, worry in his voice. I didn't hear him, though.
"Hi. Can you hear me?" I asked her, waving my hands and rubbing her back. She just sat there, her eyes continuing to do the weird blinking and moving thing. I tried again. "Hey. Hey, can you hear me?" I asked her. Sinclair had taken one more step when I had noticed he was right in front of me.
"Hey! Hey back up! Back up!" I warned, taking out my gun and pointing it at him. Sinclair put his hands up. "Don't take another step." I threatened. I didn't want to shoot him. I didn't want to kill him. I never wanted to kill anybody, but this was getting way too out of hand.
First Chrissy, then some other kid, then Patrick, and now this girl? I wasn't having this. If there was any way I could save her, I wouldn't take the risk of getting this freak anywhere near her.
"Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, we don't have to do this. We don't have to do this man." I fiddled with the gun between my fingers.
"Yeah, I hope you're right. Is there anyone else in the house?" I didn't know why I asked that question because I had just searched the house, but who knew what Sinclair was hiding. Who knew about what bodies were in the house or which other cult members were here?
"No. No." Sinclair told me, his voice shaking. I quickly glanced at him up and down. I was all sweaty and my mind was jumbled, my breathing was uneven, and my heart was racing. I felt as if I were having a heart attack right now.
Everything in my body hurt. My head hurt with a stinging headache, my legs hurt from standing all day, my hands hurt from shooting all day, my body hurt for whatever reason, but most importantly, my heart hurt. My heart hurt for Patrick, my heart hurt for this girl next to me, my heart hurt for Chrissy, for that boy that died in the streets. My heart hurt for Y/N. She was scared of me. She had been scared and nervous around me. She didn't get to say goodbye to Chrissy or Patrick. I wanted to cry, but instead, I moved the gun.
"Turn around." I ordered Sinclair. He looked at me with confusion.
"What?" He asked. I didn't spare him another moment to speak.
"TURN AROUND!!" I screamed. Sinclair flinched.
"Okay, okay. Relax." He spoke quickly. I looked at the flashlight in his hands.
"And put down your flashlight!" I added. Sinclair leaned down and placed it to the floor. He stood back up. "And empty your pockets." I told him. He didn't move. "EMPTY YOUR POCKETS!!" I yelled, repeating myself. Sinclair continued to put his hands in his pockets, turning them inside out. Random shit flew out of them and landed on the floor, making sounds as they hit the wood. He placed his hands back up.
"Okay..." I said with relief. "Now this is what's gonna happen." I let myself catch my breath for a second. "I'm gonna back away to the top of the stairs, there. And I'm gonna watch as you wake her up from whatever the hell this is." I made a deal with him. Again, I didn't want to shoot him. I didn't want to hurt or kill him. I just wanted the girl to be safe and okay. I couldn't risk another death at my behalf.
"I can't!" I glared harder at Sinclair as he turned around. "Jason, if I wake her too soon...we all die." I fumbled with my gun again, getting angrier. My heart, no matter how much I tried to control my breathing, wouldn't slow down. I was seeing red at this point.
I was right. Sinclair was apart of some cult shit. This trance that he had kept her in, was all apart to her soon-to-be death. I wasn't having that. The gun shook in my hands as my anger and nervousness grew.
"If you don't wake her up right now, you die Sinclair." I cocked the gun, something my heart sunk when I did. "Just you." I threatened. Lucas just stared at me. His breath came out shaking.
"We call him Vecna. He lives in another dimension. That's why you can't see him." My brain hurt more with the words he told me. Vecna? Other dimensions? What the hell was he talking about?
"And Eddie Munson and his...his Hellfire acolytes, what? You all summoned this Vecna?" I asked. It was the only thing that made sense at this point.
"No, no, you're not listening! Just listen, there...there's no cult! There never was!" I cut Sinclair off before he could say another word.
"You expect me to believe that?" I asked. Chrissy was led to Eddie's, and she died. Eddie did some satanic mumbo jumbo while on that boat, and he killed Patrick. He probably came across that boy in the streets and killed him as well. Now, he was sending one of his cult members to kill a girl for him, so he didn't have to do the dirty work.
"It's the truth!" Sinclair tried to excuse himself.
"Then why was Chrissy at Eddie's trailer?" I asked him, my heart pumping with hatred and adrenaline.
"She was buying drugs!" Sinclair fought back. The red darkened.
"Liar!" I yelled, cocking the gun again. Sinclair felt threatened by this and whispered an "okay".
"Chrissy, she was seeing things. Terrible things. Things Vecna forced her to see. She was scared." Sinclair's voice broke, but I could see through his manipulation. It was probably the same manipulation that forced Chrissy into her potential murder.
"No..." I mumbled.
"She just needed help." Sinclair finished. I shook my head.
"See that's how I know you're lying. If Chrissy was scared, if...if Chrissy wanted help, SHE WOULD'VE COME TO Y/N!" NOT EDDIE! NOT THAT FREAK! NEVER!" I yelled. Y/N and Chrissy were like sisters. If one needed the other, they would be there in a heartbeat. They told each other everything.
"You're wrong about Eddie." I tried not to laugh.
"No. But I was wrong about you. I never should've let you in the door." I recalled the memory of the first Basketball meet. The boys and I were practicing hoops while the cheerleaders were in the background, practicing their cheer. Y/N and Chrissy were laughing at Patrick and I hitting Chance with the balls. Y/N told us to stop and not to hurt him. That's when we heard a knock on the Gym doors. I walked over and there was Sinclair. He wanted to try out for the team, and I just smiled at him, pat him on the back, and led him in the doors. I introduced him to everyone there. It pained me to be in this situation with him.
"And I never should have knocked," Sinclair paused. Even though my face clearly didn't show nothing but pure hatred, my heart stung. I cared about Sinclair. I thought we would be close friends, even brothers at some point. His words stung more then they flew over my shoulder. He continued. "I thought I wanted to be like you. Popular. Normal. But it turns out, normal's just a raging psychopath." I couldn't take it.
"You have five seconds to wake her up." Lucas stood there without a movement. "Four." Lucas didn't move. He just stared with stubbornness. My fingers played with the gun. More sweat began beading down my forehead. My heart had begun to beat faster than before. "Three." I spoke. In a quick movement, Sinclair ran into me, tackling me. I pressed the trigger, and a loud bang ran through my ears. They began to ring.
I was backed into a pillar, the gun flying out of my hands.
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-Y/N's POV-
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I had almost been to the front door when I had heard the shot. I immediately stopped running. Nothing but Jason or Lucas's safety in my mind.
"NO!!" I screamed, running faster than before. I ran through the doorway and up the stairs. I tripped on the last step up to the second floor, landing on my chin. I heard a crack in my hand, but the adrenaline pumping through my veins told me to ignore everything but what was going on in the attic.
I got back to my feet and ran down the second-floor hall to the stairs. Once more, I climbed my way to the third floor. I saw the attic doorway and jumped over the last two stairs, almost falling backwards, and falling down the stairs. I held my balance on the doorframe. I looked up just in time to see Jason flipping Lucas.
Lucas fought back, punching Jason in the chest. My heart quickened. "JASON!!' I screamed. Jason had been leaning over a table when his head jerked up and he looked over to me. His eyes softened, but his hand felt around the table until he picked up a vase, turned around, and bashed it on Lucas's head. Lucas fell to the floor.
"Jason stop!!" I yelled, running to Lucas's aide. I was right in front of Lucas when Jason came from behind me, and punched me in the mouth. I landed on the ground beside Lucas. I hit the floor with a grunt. Jason gasped from behind me.
"Y/N!" He yelled, coming beside me to check if I was okay. He cradled me into his arms. I saw some tears come into his eyes. "Baby I'm so sorry. I didn't mean to do that, I'm so, so sorry." He let a few tears fall. I tried my best to smile at him.
"You...you're okay." I forgave him. He leaned his head forward to mine, placing his forehead on my own. A few of his tears fell onto my face. I slowly began to cry as well. After a moment, he leaned away and caressed my face. He felt around where he punched me.
"I busted your lip...oh baby I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry..." He was sobbing now, his face full of sorrow and pain. He held me tighter, pulling me closer to his chest. He was drenched in sweat and in desperate need of a shower.
Somewhere downstairs, I heard Erica shouting for Lucas. I heard her footsteps grow closer before I heard her banging on the door. I tried to get up to open it for her, but Jason wouldn't let me go.
"I love you..." He whispered.
"Jason...Jason let me go. Let me...let me go." I begged. I felt him shake his head. I began to cry harder. "Jason let me go! Please! let me go!" I yelled. He held on tighter. I cried into his shoulder. He just held me.
That's when I saw the girl lift up from the sitting position she was in, and she began to float. I couldn't breathe. Not because Jason was holding me tightly, but because I couldn't control my breathing to begin with. The only thing I could do was scream.
Worried, Jason lifted his head away from my shoulder to check on me. When he saw I wasn't looking at him, he turned around to look at the girl. His eyebrows furrowed. I guess Lucas saw this too, because he immediately got up.
Jason quickly put me down softly, and he got up after Lucas. In a rush, Lucas pushed Jason's head into the window, and began punching him immediately and hardly. I screamed again, getting up and trying to pull Jason away from Lucas. One last hard punch came to Jason, and he collapsed on top of me. I held him in my arms as Lucas ran to the girl. I lifted Jason so his head was in my lap.
Jason looked like he was about to pass out. I was crying. I put a hand in his hair, playing with his blonde strands. He lazily turned his head to look at me. He had bruises forming on his cheeks and the underneath of his eye was beginning to swell. He tried to lift an arm and failed the first time. After a second, he tried to lift it again, placing it on my cheek and wiping away the tears.
"I don't like it when you cry. You look beautiful no matter what you do, but when you cry it's just painful..." He mumbled loud enough for me to hear. I smiled through my tears. I lifted my hand away from his hair and I cradled his hand on my face, kissing his palm lightly. He smiled weakly.
With Jason's other hand, he tried to interlock his fingers with my other hand, but I winced in pain. Jason, through his dazed state, grew concerned. With some remaining strength, he lifted up my hand to look at it.
"What happened to your hand? Are you okay?" He asked. He examined it, softly twisting it around. I gasped in pain and tore it away, causing more pain. I took a breath.
"I'm okay. I just fell on the way to save your sorry ass. I'll be fine. But you, on the other hand, just got beaten the absolute shit out of." I replied, rubbing his arm soothingly. He just stared at me. This was the most love I had seen in his eyes since after the rally. I sobbed harder thinking about it.
No matter how crazy the revenge Jason wanted had made him, he had never stopped loving me. He had never stopped caring, protecting, and being with me. He had never stopped staring at me the way that he had always stared at me to begin with.
"I love you so much Jason Carver..." I whispered, some of my tears falling on his cheek. They trailed to the wooden floor underneath us. He smiled.
"I love you so much more, Y/N L/N." I leaned down to kiss him, although, the taste of blood from both of our busted lips made us pull away almost immediately.
"Maybe we should save that kiss until after we get out of here..." Jason assured. I laughed, nodding my head. My non-broken hand went to his cheek, caressing it softly. I made sure not to hurt him where he had been punched.
Even though Lucas and the girl were here, it felt like it was just us. Finally, after all the chaos, it was just us. I heard some cracking and a thud before I heard Lucas's scream. I looked up immediately, my eyes widened. Jason whipped his head to look.
The girl was cradled in Lucas's arms. Erica came bursting into the room. Lucas yelled for her to call an ambulance. Erica ran back out. Lucas looked back to the girl. She was moving now. She began to whisper something rushed to him that Jason nor I could hear. I could tell that she was scared. Lucas was crying and pleading. I couldn't help but spare a few tears for her as well.
The girl's name was Max.
I cried for Max. I cried for Fred. I cried for Billy, Barb, Hopper, Heather, Benny, Chrissy... I cried for everyone. There had been so many losses and here was another one. Right in front of us.
I heard a crack and then the floor began to open right in front of us. Some orange glowing stuff was showing beneath the cracks. In a last effort, I was thrown across the floor by Jason. I gasped as I landed on my broken hand, but I looked back over to Jason, who was being tied down by some weird vines.
The crack was coming right towards him. He looked over to me. "I love you." He told me. I tried to get to him, but the cracking floor made me continuously fall. I looked back up to Jason, screaming and crying.
The crack had reached him, and he began to dissolve in half.
"Y/N!!!" He yelled.
I lifted my body up, sweat drenching all over. "JASON!!" I screamed. Tears were falling down my cheeks. I was in a room. It looked like a bedroom. There was a vanity and a mirror across from where I was sitting. In the mirror, I saw a reflection of Jason. I looked over, and there he was.
He looked concerned, his breathing heavy. He had a hand on my arm, which was hurting due to me laying on it a weird way. I cried harder. "Jason!" I gasped, holding him. I wrapped my arms around him while I buried my face into his bare chest. He wrapped his arms around me protectively. I sobbed and sobbed.
It was just a dream. No. Not a dream. A nightmare.
"You're okay...you're okay. I promise you're okay. I'm right here. Sh sh shhh...I'm right here..." He soothed, rubbing my back.
"You died. A crack came through the floor, and you died saving me..." I whimpered into his chest. He just held me tighter.
"I promise I'm right here. I'm not dead. I'll always be right here..." He reassured. He kissed the top of my head before laying his head atop of mine. "It was just a nightmare, sweetheart. It was all a nightmare. You're okay." He comforted.
We stayed like that for a while. He just held me while I cried. My tears were a mixture from the pain I had felt from that nightmare, and the relief that I had felt knowing it was a nightmare and that he was right next to me. Still alive.
It took me a while to recollect myself. Once I did, I pulled away and Jason leaned over to the bedside table to grab me a few tissues.
"Thank you..." I choked out, blowing my nose and wiping away the remaining tears. He kept his hands on my waist.
"I was trying to wake you for 6 minutes. You were screaming my name and yelling for me to let you go. I know that it's impossible, but I became worried that...that thing had gotten you..." He let a tear of his own slip out of his eye. I leaned over and wiped it away with a part of the tissue that was dry. I leaned my forehead on his.
We had permanently killed Vecna around 4 months ago. Every now and then I'd have a nightmare about it. Around 2 months ago, Jason and I had moved out of Hawkins and into Indianapolis, as it was closer to our college. I hadn't been happier, but I'd still have nightmares from the traumatic experience.
I had been the one to take the final shot at Vecna. I had stabbed him right in the chest with a broken bottle that we had used for Molotov. I stared right into the freaks eyes as he had died. Before I had stabbed him, he had tried killing Jason. Every nightmare I had since then was about Jason's death.
Jason leaned his lips against mine and rested them there for a moment, before he had slowly began kissing me. As always, his lips were soft against mine. He was gentle as he pulled me closer to him and lifted one of his hands to cup my face. My hands wrapped around his neck.
I pulled away from him. He leaned his lips closer to mine, wanting more. I smiled.
"I love you so much Jason Carver." I stated. He looked into my eyes lovingly.
"I love you so much more Y/Y L/N."
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hey there! i don’t know if you’ve already been asked this already, but i just saw your post about ‘what’s the niche sw lore that you know back and front, mine’s the in-universe calendars and such, since they don’t know about yavin’
…and, like, oh my gosh. for the last couple months i’ve wanted to write a sort of long, backstory fic about mon before andor, and i’m… struggling, as i have absolutely no idea what to use as a marker for years and dates and such, especially since it isn’t the easiest thing to search on google, and bby isn’t something she would know about at the time.
if it‘s not too much trouble, where could i find out more about these in-universe calendars/could you explain it/them? as a new ish fic writer, i’d honestly be forever in your debt lol
Hi! So, this sent me on a bit of another deep dive down some rabbit holes as best as I could and while I’ve covered Coruscant Reckoning Calendar years in this post, there is still a bit more I can offer.
So, the thing about Star Wars lore is that there are multiple continuities and we, as fans, absolutely should take what we want from each of them or none of them, carve out the juicy bits, and measure what’s canon in our hearts. But there’s a difference between what a given continuity/canon has taken into account versus that fans aren’t beholden to the same rules, so! I suggest you just do what’s right for your fic, whether that’s sticking to the Andor continuity, mixing and matching, or rejecting it all to substitute your own worldbuilding.
That said, here’s what The Clone Wars shows us:
In the episode “Deception”, when Rako Hardeen is going back to his room, there are posters on the walls along the way, including one for a Sy Snootles concert:
Cleaned up image is from the trivia gallery on starwars.com. Bottom row’s translation of Aurebesh translation from Wookiepedia: “FRI–SAT 12–4“
(Supposedly, there’s also a mention of “Fri” on a poster in the background of “Missing in Action”, but I haven’t found it and I’ve been down this rabbit hole long enough. It’s another poster, though, so consider it in the same vein as this one.)
WHICH MEANS: They apparently use Mon / Tues / Wen / Thurs / Fri / Sat / Sun in the GFFA. Are these abbreviations for “Friday” and “Saturday”? Or is the GFFA version just “I’m going to a concert this Fri”? (Supplementary material says “Friday”, including Rebel Journal by Ezra Bridger using the full word.)
Probably it makes more sense to use “Friday” (posters abbreviating for space’s sake makes perfect sense), but I kinda like the twee-ness of “Fri”, it feels sufficiently ridiculous enough to be Star Wars. I love when SW is ridiculous, okay!!
So why do you see “Taungsday” or “Centaxday” in fic a lot? Because there’s another calendar called “Galactic Standard Calendar” that was used in Legends and has been mentioned in Star Wars: Build the Millennium Falcon for Disney/Lucasfilm canon, but I would be super hesitant to call that hard canon. (Wookieepedia includes it, which I think is fair! Just that I personally would not rely on such a source to be consistent with other SW media in the Disney/Lucasfilm continuity. But it can be very useful if you’d rather go with the five-day week that the Galactic Standard Calendar establishes, though, it doesn’t match up with the posters we see in TCW.)
One thing that’s going to cause a snarl: If that “12–4 “ on the poster means 12/4 as in December 4th, then the way the dates are written is different from how they are on the C.R.C. post, which was “7956.901.3“ (which works out to be November 25th or October 27th, if you follow the math on that first linked post), so maybe they use both “329th day of the year” and “11–25″, “November 25th”.
For a Mon story in particular, she’s from Chandrila, which is a Core World, so I would expect that she probably uses the C.R.C., especially given that she’s spent so much of her life on Coruscant from such a young age. You can just write the numbers or you can use the days/months, if you want, pick whichever feels more natural for your story! Or mix in the Galactic Standard Calendar info if you want, too!
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Hi nat!!! <333
I saw your post about special anons to you and I was the soil science anon!!! I’ve been in college for 3 weeks now and I love it so far!!!!! The first week I actually added an advanced soil class that I technically shouldn’t be taking because I don’t have the pre-requisite since I’m a freshman, but the professor is letting me take it anyway and it’s actually so much fun learning how to classify and judge soil!! I’m actually pretty nerdy about soil and on my art blog @fishsticksart (lol gotta plug it) I made a Webweaving about soil and I somehow found a marauders wolfstar mini fic quote that related to soil and it was a perfect combination of niche interests 💀
Hope all is going well for you!! Sending positive vibes your way AND ALSO IM SO EXCITED FOR THE DINNER FIC YIPPEEEE <3333
HELLO!! HELLO!! HELLO!!! SO SORRY THIS GOT BURIED IN MY ASKS !!!!!!! <33
im so glad you love college yayayay!!! that makes me so happy to hear!!!!!! yayay for advanced soil sample class too!!! oh my gosh this ask has just made me so so happy :,))))
it's also so swaggy when your different interests come together and align !!! THANK YOU FOR THE POSITIVE VIBES MY FRIEND!!!! SENDING YOU ALL THE BEST ALWAYS AND FOREVER!!!!!
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For the ask meme: 3, 23, 37, 41, 45
3. What are some tropes or details that you think are very characteristic of your fics?
angst, haha. hmm. well i've been told my style is very visual? (which is funny to me bc i have aphantasia so like... i don't do mental images lol.) i love alliteration and repetition - i think a lot of my published works have some form of repetition especially. i'm sure i have more, but thats the stuff off the top of my head.
23. What’s a trope, AU, or concept you’ve never written, but would like to?
coffee shop au!!! i love a good coffee shop au and i read and talk abt it all the time but i don't think i've ever written one?? gosh i need to remedy that. also chatfic.
37. Promote one of your own “deep cut” fics (an underrated one, or one that never got as much traction as you think it deserves!). What do you like about it?
Then This is the Way it's Meant to Be, post S3 juno steel fic. the alien pov of the Ruby was super fun to write, and i've always had a soft spot for rewriting canon scenes as character studies or from different povs (most of my first fics were exactly that!)
41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”
everything written by avoidingavoidance if i'm honest haha. hard to recall and pick any singular fic, but i quickly scoured my bookmarks (i dont bookmark nearly enough shit smh) and These Broken-Hearted Beats by Grimmseye jumped out at me - the non-linearity!! the slowly unfolding mystery and horror! the nods to and utilization of canon elements! and how they say so much with so little without rambling on fucking forever. love it.
45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?
oh gosh thats a hard one. well, uh, English first of all lmao? fanfic has been with me since i started learning english (not my mother tongue) and yeah i've been fluent for years and years now but still. other than that, hm. probably pacing? I still get wayy purple and drag on sometimes but. plus, i've learned to do more than single-scene one-shots!
thank you for the ask! ♥ meme me?
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I love your writing! May I be bestowed with the knowledge of little facts about your wips while we wait? There's no rush and your readers know that you have a life outside of this hellsite.
oh wow i cant even begin to explain how good this kind of comment makes me feel, thank you so much for your support oh my gosh
And why yes of course you can, let me delve into the random world that is my drafts... (this definitely turned into more than just little facts but...oh well)
Trust Me I Know | Ronald Speirs x fem!reader
This one is kinda definitely one of my favourite drafts I have atm, there's not a lot actually written down for it but a lot of stuff in my head. It's a pining!speirs fic where he has no bloody clue how to deal with his feelings for the reader so he just kinda pretends he doesn't have any but it doesn't work the way he thinks it does. The reader, being too observant of him for her own good (because she too is quite interested in the lad), notices all the little looks he tries not to give her and the way he hovers in a weird places between too close to be just officer and soldier but too far away for it to be considered anything else. One day one of the men notices the way his gaze lingers on the woman and says to her "You know, I think Speirs might have a little thing for you Y/N. He seems to be trying to burn a hole through my skull with the way he's glaring at me." And she just kinda chuckles in amusement and looks Speirs dead in the eye before saying to the one who she's speaking to "Trust me, I know."
Forever | George Luz x fem!reader
This one is the big sad. Like it's going to tear peoples hearts out and it does not have a happy ending at all. It's framed around the song 'Forever' by Lewis Capaldi, especially the lyrics "nobody said that we would last forever, that doesn't mean we didn't try to get there" the first half to three quarters is going to be super sweet fluff and showing different stages of their relationship and then the end is just....it's gonna hurt i'm sorry to say
Big Spoon, Little Spoon | Joe Liebgott x fem!reader
Ahhhhh this one is going to be fun. It's a comedic fluffy fic to lighten the mood since pretty much every other fic i've written somehow involves trauma in detail. This one is definitely going to be a bit more lighthearted like my 'He Definitely Doesn't Hate Me' Speirs fic. Short and sweet likely. It's based on a night out where the reader and Joe's relationship is shown to be very fun and full of teasing. At the end of the night, Joe asks the reader if she's ready to head to bed and she turns to him in front of a table full of the other men and says "Can I be the little spoon for once?". He pretends to brush it off like it's one big joke and says to her "You're lucky I fucking love you, you pain in the ass." So that all the men can hear, before leaning down to whisper in her ear "but yes, just this once"
Glorious Basterds | Ron Speirs
EE this one has been imprinted in my brain since before i even started writing but i just know i have to get it right or it's going to drive me insane. It's a Band of Brothers/Inglorious Basterds crossover that i'm quite excited for. I'm still unsure at this point whether or not i'm making it a reader insert or a OC because as i said in a post the other day, this one is detailed and descriptive of many not nice things such as the main character being a bit nuts and very aggressively murdering nazis and it is going to be very descriptive of gorey subjects (as they do in the movie). Pretty much she's had her entire family killed and is very much in the middle of her revenge era. It takes place around Bastogne and onwards. The current main part of the first part of the fic (which at this point is going to be several parts i think) is the basterds helping with the capture of Foy. After this, there is an interrogation of some Nazi officers that had been running from the basterds as they know they have information they want. The main character is known as Azrael which is the name of the angel of death, and most people don't realise she's a woman until they see her in person. She's got impeccable aim and is known for being pretty creative with the way she kills people. In this one specific part she is the one doing the interrogation of the three officers and she kinda picks them off one by one in different ways while easy company kinda watches in complete awe. The story will follow mostly her but will include a relationship with speirs as it progresses
Hide and Seek | Joe Toye x fem!reader
This one is pretty cute ngl. It's set in the pub in england after they've come back from D-Day. Joe doesn't talk about his wife much to anyone because he likes to keep the idea of her to himself because she is just the most beautiful being on earth to him. It's just another fun little fic where she surprises him in the pub as she joined the new female trooper squad and it's gonna be a lot of fluff and a lot of fun as she gets introduced to all the boys who are super confused at this random stunning woman who's somehow made joe smile nonstop since she's arrived
See You Later | Ron Speirs x fem!reader
This is a mix of sad and fluffy. So the reader and Ron were not necessarily together but very much in love all throughout the war. Once it gets to the end and he says he wants to stay, she fights the feeling of wanting to beg him to come home with her and lets him go. They decide its for the best they don't keep in touch or anything because it would just be too hard. Now this one is gonna be an interesting one for me ngl cause i often write my fic based during the war and not after so it's gonna be a goodie. I've made it where after the war, the reader ends up becoming a famous performer and she gets a surprise birthday party thrown for her and all of the company are there except ron it would seem. But she gets a few very big surprises as the night goes on. One part of this fic includes the reader breaking down to her mother on the floor of their living room and says to her "I lost him mommy, and i don't think i'm ever going to get him back." As you can tell, it's def gonna be a good mix of the big sad but it ends on a good note i promise.
Weirdly, this one came to me while listening to the Moulin Rouge soundtrack, obviously something about Ewan McGregor singing love songs gets the cogs in my brain moving.
It's In The Way You Move | Dick Winters x fem!reader
Idk what's gonna go on in this one quite yet but i know it's going to be sweet. It's like the story of someone who's pretty emotionally unavalible but finds comfort in her friend and fellow officer Dick Winters. Things progress weirdly and they know they both love each other and he's said it several times but she hasn't. It's kinda just a story of how you come to realise that you don't always have to say the words 'i love you' to show that you love someone wholeheartedly.
Sometimes It's Not Enough | Lipton x fem!reader
This fic is going to be one expressing the story of someone who's fallen in love but has little to no level of physical touch as a love language just because they've never really known that kind of love before. It follows reader and Lip through a long relationship that they both have to grow through as it's quite hard for each of them having different ways of showing their love. One day the reader kinda loses it and just crawls into Lip's lap for a cuddle. It's def fluffy, and shows how love doesn't always have to include PDA and excessive touching for it to be deep and real.
I also have more but they are barely developed at all and there's really not much to mention about them quite yet.
#band of brothers x reader#band of brothers imagines#band of brothers fluff#band of brothers fanfic#band of brothers
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Hehe, for the "Fanfic Writer Emoji Ask" part 🤡🍦 💌❌🎨 👀🧠🤲✅💔🥰
Okay! I’m going to do my best to answer all of these! So excited 😆
🤡 The funniest exchange I’ve written was in chapter 9 of The Phantom’s Atonement. There is an exchange between Erik and Christine where she is bragging about how she was getting better at doing laundry and she hadn’t burned any of his shirts while ironing since the end of the previous month. Erik’s response is the casually mention that it’s only the 3rd.
🍦 The sweetest fic I’ve written has to be The Gift of Mistletoe which I gifted to @lieblingslok01 for Christmas. It’s Erik’s first time celebrating Christmas with Christine and he bought her dozens of gifts and they do a Christmas Eve tradition where they open just one gift each. Christine, of course, gave Erik mistletoe so he can have as many kisses as he wants.
💌 I love getting comments and feedback on my fics. I also love constructive criticism, I know it’s weird but I don’t mind it. I’m always open to ways I can improve my writing. But for comments, they really really make my day every single time I get one. Checking AO3 constantly is a bad habit of mine, but I can’t help it! I love seeing what my readers loved about new chapters I post, how they can’t wait for an update, etc. It’s the best motivation for me. My love language is words of affirmation so I’ll take as much as I can get!
❌ I don’t think there are any tropes that I would ever not write. Of course, I won’t be able to write them all, but if it fits into the fic I’m writing, it’s going in!
🎨 Fanart, to me, is one of the greatest gifts a writer can receive. I received some beautiful sketches from @smbyt and they are forever going to be some of my most treasured gifts.
👀 I have a Maid AU that I’ve been outlining and the first chapter is posting on March 1st. Christine has just left the gypsies and wants to follow her dreams to sing on the stage of the Opera Populaire, but unfortunately they aren’t hiring at the moment, so she seeks employment elsewhere. You can probably guess where she starts working 😌 but besides that, it’s going to be a mega slow burn and my readers are going to be screaming at me. I am fully prepared for riots over it. The outline is only for 50ish chapters so far and I’m only about 2/3 of the way through it.
🧠 A character was not chosen, so I will choose one! Erik. My favorite headcanon that I have for Erik is that he has a foot fetish. I know a lot of people think this but that all I really have for him. He is a stocking thief 😌
🤲 Okay, fine if you insist, but it’s still in draft form! It’s from chapter 20 of The Phantom’s Atonement.
✅ Something that appears in my fics far too much is the little “two fingers under the chin lift”. I was reading a chapter of my work a while back and it was in that chapter THREE times!!! I can’t help it 🥹
💔 A fic of mine that broke my heart is Speak. I wrote it for Halloween and good gosh, it took me for a wild ride. The content is very dark, so I won’t say anything here, but I cried while writing it.
🥰 I love reader interaction and I love getting questions about my fics! Ask away! I will answer!
Thank you so much for asking me all these questions! This one was fun!
#phantom of the opera#erik poto#poto#phanfic#the phantom of the opera#christine daae#fanfic#fanfiction
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