#i wrote this while tired this isnt my best work. or maybe it is
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what're ur ze recs hand em over
well now you're just fishing for compliments. fine tho. there isnt enough zero escape fanfiction in the world
The Bleeding Path by Sporadicx
The missing nine, that Akane counts in years.
[9 years between nonary games fic, best ever]
The First Nonary Game by airdeari
A tale of nine children aboard a sinking ship, and the unbelievable story of how they survived.
[note i wrote on my bookmark: this is one of those fics where I look in a fandom tag and go wow I hope someone wrote a really long thing to fill this very fanficable gap in original canon and boy howdy it does not disappoint! Getting to see 999 characters as teenagers, the tragedy of knowing this is a sort of prequel that has to end sad so that it can lead to the events of the game, all the first nonary game kids introduced!! Yuuki Ren Claire Nobu and Hideyoshi are canon in my heart <3. (also; everything by this author is a banger)]
Emergency Light by airdeari
In the continuing adventures of SOIS and Crash Keys, Aoi Kurashiki finds himself partnered with Light Field as they stand by to receive while their sisters infiltrate a mysterious facility. When Clover transmits a distress signal, the boys find themselves literally and metaphorically traveling into deep, dark trouble.
5-2 Off Suite by Masu_Trout
The second Nonary Game is over, leaving its survivors hungry, tired, and stranded in Nevada. A road trip isn't what any of them want, but the only way out is forward and the only way forward is across a long, long stretch of desert.
(Alternately: Junpei and Snake share a hotel room, buy terrible clothing, and work out some feelings.)
ghost ship by mqole
How long ago did they break? It hadn’t been too long, right? Maybe ten, fifteen minutes?
That leaves just forty-five minutes for him to move Light to the chapel, get his clothes to Nijisaki in the shower room, and fix the REDs for doors [3], [7], and [8].
No goddamn sweat.
Santa puts Snake in the coffin.
[the nature of the zero escape fandom being made of like 10 content creators means that some of these will simply be by my friends. HOWEVER. still good.]
and to those gods i will speak bluntly by aesphantasmal
Light was about to speak, say he had no issue with going through door five, too, when he felt the grip on his arm tighten further.
"Four?" he whispered.
Clover made a small noise that he took as a "yes."
[Au where snake & clover go through door four w/ aoi & akane & snake Figures Things out too soon. awesome canon divergence great characterization written by an author whose other works are all good and who i have never spoken to in my life no sir. don't look at who this fic is gifted to. its good i swear.]
i am the righteous hand of god by aesphantasmal
The mayor and the sheriff of a quiet frontier town are both killed in one day. But if you asked the folks around the town — from the newcomer to the new sheriff to the general store owner to the saloon keepers — nobody knows anything about it. The town keeps its secret, but to those who know the truth, that they know is enough.
[cowboy au. need i say more?]
Also because this fandom has such little fanfiction comparitavely to most of the things i can reccomend. i have in fact written a bit of zero escape fanfiction . which you can find on ao3 at Beau (executive_gay)
#ze#999 spoilers#i mean anyone who knows zero escape knows that just the character tags are gonna spoil you for the first two games so like#read at your own risk you have been warned#cleb talky#gud writes#fic recs
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please please please tell your adrian headcanons im so curious!!!!! and also maybe gordon and barney if you like :]
oh boy this is gonna be a lot. apologies for any misstypes in advance!!
click to read my thoughts on the 3
okay ffirst off shephard! shes tfem which is why i will be using she/her for her. also ahes filipino-american. shephard is autistic and mute and struggles to understand the people around her sometimes. it makes her upset when she doesnt.
its a reason why she is better with aliens. they dont work like humans do and it is easier for her to connect with them even when they dont speak the same language. and the bond she has especially with spore launcher is indescribable.
spore launcher (or spore for short) is a creature she found in the black mesa facility. its an alien that, when you feed it something, it can spit it out and it works basically like a grenade launcher. at first shephard had no idea what to do with that thing. he gave it a little pat on the head and it chirped and since then theyve been best friends. you can not tear them apart.
shephard has a lot of little cat scrstches feom spores spikey exterior aswell as some acid burns here and there. it comes free with having an alien friend/pet.
Shephard also managed to get spore into stasis. everything else was taken but she could keep spore. also coming to stasis ive got some thoughts on it.
while gordon was basically in a coma in stasis, Shephard wasnt. she didnt even have a choice what to do. she was just taken and detained. and since she was detained, gman didnt put her to sleep. shephard has been in that osprey for all this time. awake. if it werent for spore she would've probably gone insane.
being in stasis also fucked up her feeling of like everything. ypu dont get tired, exhausted, hungry or thirsty. you cant even feel pain or die.
(cw sensitive topic, bit similar to sh) in an attempt to feel anything she sometimes did some stupid shit. mostly punching or slamming her body against walls or purposefully touching spores acid. that reeeeally fucked up her perception of pain and her tolerance and it still shows afterwards. (cw end)
outside of stasis she still struggles with the perception of pain. it is pretty dangerous and she basically relies on gordon or barney to tell her hey you got fucked up bad we should get you first aid.
and sometimes when she sees it she spirals down into this specific feeling where everything feels like stasis again. when was the last time she ate? why does it feel so alone again why is it so quiet? why is akl she can hear her own mind?
shes going thru it🔥🔥
jumping a bit shephard doesnt like physical touch. shes very sensitive to it and gets overwhelemed by too much physical touch. her lovd languages are acts of service. she isnt good at comforting someone or showing her care for someone so openly. its more that she guards you when around you. makes sure youre safe. you need a moment of alone time? she will make sure no one bothers you.
my friend wrote a scene that describes it perfectly so ill quote it: "In the distance, the parade could be heard. At the entrance of the alleyway, Shephard seemed to stand guard, occasionally looking back at them as the parade passed by."
for tthe other 2 and their love languages: barney is the physical affection guy. giving and receiving. hes also good at comforting people just by being there. gordon on the other hand is good with giving words of affirmation. its his love language. and on the receiving is quality time (shephard too i forgot to mention)
they are very dear 2 me.
also their fighting styles. ive thought of it before and how it differs. gordon thinks, finds an answer that works and then executes it. shephard thinks a little but she mostly just acts on instinct. and barney? hes jus tlike yeah no thinking is for nerds watch me solo this guy. hes silly like that
my friend (again) made smthg that portrays this very well: "Gordon would calculate the triangulation before he threw a grenade over a wall. Shephard would stand on a box so she could throw it over the wall without hassle. Barney would just lob it and pray"
gordon is a very sarcastic man. barney understands his saecasm oerfectly but shephard struggles to do so which is why gordon avoids sarcasm around her.
shep and barney on occasions have their 5 minutes. kind of like zoomies. it usually ends in chaos because they tried something stupid again. which is why gordon rarely allows them in his lab. actually never. but barney will still come down when it gets late and gordon hasnt even been up to eat something and basically force gordon to stop for the day.
how? he just scoops gordon up and carries him out. batney is a security guard who survived the resonance cascade, the 7 hour war, manages to get through as underciver civil service despite the hard security measures of fhe combine aswell as fighting agains the combine and staying alive for all these years. that man is strong.
he wwouldnt mamage to carry both gordon and shephard though. thats what shep does. she carries them both with one arm.
this also reminds me shephard needs a routine. she can not do without one. you will see her follow the military training camp routine eeveryday. if she doesnt do it it messes up her whole day.
also wwhile i will draw them a lot probably in their hl clothes and not hl2 clothes, if thes would have ever met its definitely in hl2 or after. i jsut dont like drawing barneys combine outfit thats why.
Shephard was thrown into the hl2 universe by gman. maybe ill even incorporate return 2 ravenholm im this if i ever elaborate on that more. she builds up her own wa yof living there. the camera drones dont manage ti actually detect her due to her gas mask. they detect humans by having a face and if they don't? thats not a human then. she doesnt know that though.
she made herself st home in an outpost outside of city 17. it used to belong to the residtance but got raided by thr combine and has since then become abandoned. at ome point shephard manages to boot up the equipment there. she gains access to a lot of old information that was stored in this outpost.
the resistance of cours enotices shit wait an old outpost was activated again whats going on there. they send a group of people to investigate but urrm uh yeah didnt work out. shephard had a little ace up her sleeve (spore and her acid). but eith that they hope to confirm it is at least not the combine because they have never used that alien species as it completely ceased to exist after the black mesa incident.
im not too sure abt thid though the way this goes might change very well depending om what i feel like.
anyway uuh sheohard goes into the city to restock some supplies. she has some good connections at this point and has heard from the resistance. and well when she goes there to restock she meets barney.
this is btw like a place where they help out citizens who are struggling, often wanted by the combine. they live off donations, mostly coming from the resistance themself.
when barney sees shephard, this guy in a fucking military uniform hes just like. boy you coming with me now. and drags her to the resistance thingy there.
or something like that. not too sure about that at all. again might change however i feel like it
also i definetly forgot a ton of things but ive been writing this for 1 1/2 hours now. if you want to know more about specific things feel free 2 aks i LOVE sharing my freeshephoun thoughts with people
also as a treat here i drew them as the power piff girls once
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Do it. Elaborate on the Shrek au. I dare you.
oh god. oh god. well i cannot resist now i have been dared. remember that u asked for this. Also, this is mainly a collection of vague thoughts & details that maybe do not matter all that much, and will probably not make sense if u havent watched it.
fundamentally, shrek is a film (insert ‘im not even going to call it a movie’ meme here) about learning to love yourself as you are, but also about opening up to other people & letting them help you & also about how those two things interact with each other.
And who kind of hates himself and feels like a monster and uses the help of his friends? remus, of course. However! to even slightly maintain the vibe of the film the main character has to look hideous and intimidating to others, so we’re adding the lore that everyone can see that he’s a werewolf because of a particular scar on his head.
(sidenote: remember when sirius volunarily locked himself into a cave and looked like shit and ate rats? he would also make a good shrek, but if im going to list all the alternative ways this could be done we’ll never be done)
Then, an enthusiastic four-footed sidekick: prongs. yes, it’s James in stag form. no, i don’t think he’ll be human at any point in the movie. (He has to be an outcast, that’s what unites them all, after all)
Also, the swamp is the shrieking shack.
now it’s going to get complicated, because unfortunately shrek wasn’t made with the idea of a marauders au in mind, which is kind of inconsiderate tbh. I’d make voldemort Lord Farquad just so that all the ‘compensating for something’ jokes can be replaced with something along the lines of: ‘well u know what they say: the smaller the nose,,,,’
the magic mirror that snitches on them is Peter, and he tells voldemort that to be complete he needs a seventh horcrux and that the only thing fit for that is this one Black family heirloom. The black family will only give it away as a wedding gift. enter sirius black, stage left.
lily is the dragon but. we’ve got to change the personality. lily is simply a Professional and wants to do her job, but james, overconfident as always, says he’ll be able to distract her with his seductive skills (yes, hes still a stag). Weirdest thing? it works. lily, who has never really talked to anyone before, just burned them to a crisp, is too busy laughing to really do anything. Somehow the whole ranting and never stop talking thing is the perfect approach, and Lily is quite curious about the outside world and how it has changed those past few years, and she is quite glad that she doesn’t have to kill him, because turns out he was just lost, and that must be true because he hasn’t asked about the prince yet.
And then she spots Remus and Sirius getting away and realizes she was tricked. she isn’t exactly. proud of her reaction but to be fair trying to burn and kill people was just her knee-jerk reaction at that point!! she didn’t really have the time to get used to the talking thing!!
ehhh sirius changes into a. fucking dog at night. and he can’t control it. that’s the curse.
that one robin hood-like figure? that came to attack them? the blonde one with the song. yes that’s Gilderoy Lockhart and Sirius enjoys punching him very much (#letsiriusblackgoferal2021). Remus enjoys watching the punching and such and then the cute and slightly disturbing bonding montage starts.
they take shelter in the windmill, sirius transforms into a dog but can still talk for plot reasons, and explains the whole being cursed and needing a true love’s kiss etcetera. remus got him a flower but drops it when he hears the words ‘but who could ever love a mangy mutt’ and it’s all a very sad misunderstanding and voldemort takes sirius away. (sorry abt putting the image of sirius and voldemort marrying into ur head <3)
Here, for fun, I’d suggest just giving Lily some time to shine, going out, exploring the world, because she doesn’t really have a job anymore and doesn’t know what to do. She sees the fairytale people, the different ones, and how they are treated and how lord voldemort tries to get them all away because it doesn’t fit into his worldview. It’s horrible, and at her core, she’s a protector, so one day she just swoops two dwarfs (marlene and dorcas) onto her back, away from the soldiers who try to make them go down the mines and stay there forever, out of sight.
They have fun & explore & become friends, honestly, and her new friends want to show her some really cool dwarven shit let’s say a nice gemstone. Lily gives the appropriate reaction but unfortunately a very big dragon isn’t very subtle and the soldiers manage to find them and to capture marlene and dorcas, who both encourage lily to just get away as fast as possible. and lily does. she flies and flies and keeps flying until she can’t and then she stops next to a lake and cries.
that’s where she sees james again. they talk, james consoles her, says that at least she had that friendship because friendship is the most important thing in the world, and then we see him have a lightbulb moment. He makes up with remus.
They crash the wedding! sirius appreciates the dramatics of it all, and, not one to be bested, reveals that he changes into a dog when the sun goes down. lord voldemort, appaled, calls for his guards (remember, the problem isn’t necessarily ugliness, here, but the exclusion of the non-normal, non-human people (shrek as a metaphor for queerness anyone?)) and lily eats him. #girlboss
remus hugs dog-sirius, and he’s smiling a lot more than we’ve seen so far in this film!! he also presses a small kiss to the top of sirius’ head just because. not much happens but a few seconds later sirius seems to concentrate and suddenly he’s human again (a delighted human, to be clear). he concentrates again and he’s a dog. human-dog-human-dog-human. remus, although he isn’t quite sure what’s going on, watches with a fond smile. sirius remembers he’s there and they kiss and it’s cute ig
ending scene is a big party with a banner of ‘we ended the monarchy!!!!’ and next to it there’s a painting of the person who was elected as president and it’s Just Some Guy. halfway through the party james decides to defend lily’s honour and crosses out the ‘we’ and writes down ‘I’ and drapes it around lily as if it’s a sash. remus and sirius are also vibing. dorcas and marlene are furiously digging out gems and giving them to each other (it’s how they flirt). the end <3
#i am. so tired goodnight#i WILL tag this however yall are going to see this my apologies#remus lupin#sirius black#wolfstar#do i dare to tag this as my writing#oh to hell with it#mywriting#james potter#lily evans#if anyone unfollows me now i understand#i wrote this while tired this isnt my best work. or maybe it is#skdjh okay goodnight <3 if im writing shrek aus thats probably a sign that i should go to bed
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So I Wrote You A Song - Tam x Keefe
A/N: So this is finally done? I’m freaking out because this idea has been circling in my head for a while and I am so glad it is finally done! This is basically a high school!band!AU and I did headcanons about the four keeper boys being in a band here, which was kind of the inspiration to do a oneshot. Plus, I’m absolute Kam trash as well... and yes I did write an actual fucking song purely for the sake of the oneshot I’m just that extra don’t judge me and enjoy! (also let’s pretend Elwin adopted Keefe shall we, cassius sencen who?)
Warnings: I think there’s like a minor curse word in there but other than that pure kam fluff
Word Count: 1.4K
Taglist: @stardustanddaffodils @dreaminq-out-loud @sunset-telepath @summer-waves9764 @falling-drops-of-rain @jenniecrushed @jaxtheshade @beautifuldaysahead @bianavacker-is-bi-as-hell @the-genius-behind-the-mask @real-smooth @scribblesnsketches05 @the-sky-isnt-blueee @spreadyourwingsandfly @cadence-talle @linhamon2 @xonar-verse @an-absolute-travesty @hershis-kotlc @turquoise-skyyyy @blxckh0les42 @completekeefitztrash @gay-paladin-of-etheria @the-robins-chronicles @the-angel-of-all-storms
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“Okay, I don’t care what any of you say, but you sounded awesome!” Biana shrieked as the boys finished playing their latest song. “Best you’ve ever played, in fact.” The brunette had quickly become their biggest fan after they’d started playing for an audience, constantly stopping by rehearsals, screaming about them to everyone she met, and nominating herself Crystal Gambit’s manager--and she actually did a pretty good job; half the gigs they’d landed wouldn’t have happened without her.
“You say that every rehearsal,” Fitz grinned. “The sentiment is appreciated, though.”
“Oh, you were kind of awful,” Biana replied, “but the rest of you rocked it.”
Fitz scowled, and the others laughed, but in truth, Fitz was probably the best musician out of all four of them. Or the best singer, at least--his voice was amazing.
“But, Tam,” Biana continued, spinning around to face him, “you killed on the drums. I have no words.”
Tam gave her a small smile. If he was being honest, he never really knew what to do when Biana--or anyone really--complimented him. “Thanks, Bi.”
“And the new song you wrote,” Biana pressed, “what are you calling it again? You kept talking about it and now I’m excited so--”
“Wait,” Keefe interrupted, holding a hand out to stop Biana from rambling. “New song? What new song?”
Fitz looked just as confused as Keefe, but Dex knew exactly what Biana was talking about, and at least the periwinkle-eyed boy had the sense to save Tam from confessing. “Biana’s talking about that song Tam showed us earlier,” Dex lied. “Y’know, the work in progress. It’s a rough draft, Bi, and Tam’s only written the chorus.”
Biana caught on quickly and her eyes widened as she realized her mistake. “Oh. Oh. Yeah, for some reason I thought it was finished… um, but the chorus was great! I’m looking forward to the rest of it. Anyway, uh,” she grabbed her backpack and her brother’s arm, “Fitz and I should probably get going. Mom wants us home a little earlier today.”
“Thanks for the save,” Tam whispered to Dex as Fitz and Biana left.
Dex winked. “No problem. I know you aren’t ready to sing him the song yet.”
“Well, actually… I’m planning on confessing soon. Just not in front of an audience.”
“Well, good luck. Not that you’ll need it.”
“I’m going to need all the luck I can get, Dex.”
Dex snorted. “Come on. Everyone can see the way you two look at each other. Honestly, it’s surprising you two aren’t dating already.”
Before Tam could stammer out a response, Keefe slung his arms around both him and Dex. “Guys, don’t leave me out of this secret,” the blond pouted. “I’m lonely.”
Tam rolled his eyes, but really he was trying not to blush at how incredibly close the two of them were standing together. He was not going to think about how Keefe’s arm was around his shoulder, how Keefe smelled like vanilla, and--
Shut up, brain, Tam commanded himself.
“Shit,” Dex muttered, looking down at his watch. “You guys are gonna have to leave… Mom’s insisting that we go out for dinner, sorry...” But one look in his direction and Tam knew that Dex wasn’t the least bit sorry, that he didn’t have to go anywhere, and that this was all an act to get Keefe and Tam to be alone.
“Don’t worry about it,” Keefe said cluelessly. “Bangs Boy and I have some things to discuss.”
“Do we?” Tam cocked an eyebrow.
“Yes,” Keefe said stubbornly, dropping his arm from Tam’s shoulder and grabbing his hand instead, dragging him out of the garage and outside. “Come on, come to my house--Elwin’s making dinner, he won’t mind if there’s another person.” Keefe smiled and Tam’s heart started doing cartwheels.
Honestly, Keefe, Tam thought as he stared at their intertwined hands. I’m already in love with you, so stop making me fall even harder, goddammit.
Before he knew what he was doing, Tam pulled out of Keefe’s grip and studied his reaction. Keefe seemed fairly indifferent to it, though his brows seemed to furrow a bit… but maybe Tam was just imagining things. Maybe it was all just wishful thinking.
But… every passing touch, every soft smile. It always felt like there was something more between every glance they shared, every word they said. There was more to the two of them, more to their relationship than they were admitting.
“Since when do you have an acoustic guitar?” Tam asked as they entered Keefe’s messy bedroom.
“Well, you started learning,” Keefe said with a one-shouldered shrug. “I couldn’t let you one-up me, now could I?”
Tam rolled his eyes. “Always a rivalry with you.”
“Only with you, Bangs Boy, you’re special that way.” Keefe winked. “Anyway, what’s that song Biana was talking about? The one you haven’t shown to me and Fitzy?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Tam fibbed.
Keefe looked at him with raised eyebrows. “You’re really gonna try and hide it? Come on, dude, I know you--and I know whatever you’ve written will be even better.”
“It isn’t a song for the band, it’s… it was just something I wrote.”
“So there is a song! But even if it isn’t for an audience, or even for rhe four of us to play, I want to hear you. So,” Keefe gestured to his guitar, “can I hear it?”
Tam hesitated for a second. Was he really ready to do this? Ready to confess. Yes, he thought. I’m tired of him not knowing how I feel. I’m tired of not knowing if he feels the same.
He summoned courage, strummed the opening chords on the guitar, and started to sing.
There’s something that I’ve been meaning to say
A truth I’ve been hiding for who knows how long
My heart holds a secret, it’s been kept locked away
And you might think it isn’t real, that I’ve got it wrong
But I think I kind of love you
When I’m lost in the dark, you’re my light
I know how cliche it sounds but it’s true
I promise, it’s true that I love you
I know after this you might hate me
And I won’t blame you if you don’t feel the same
But I had to tell you, had to set these words free
Because I think you like me too, so can we stop playing this game?
I think I kind of love you
When I’m lost in the dark, you’re my light
I know how cliche it sounds but it’s true
I promise, it’s true that I love you
Why do we keep dancing around our feelings?
Why do we keep pretending that this isn’t real?
Because it is
I know it is, and I know you know too
So can we maybe just try this
Try this and see where it goes?
I think I kind of love you
When I’m lost in the dark, you’re my light
I know how cliche it sounds but it’s true
I promise, it’s true that I love you
Tam opened his eyes, watching Keefe’s expression, worried of what he might say. This is it, it’s over, a voice inside told himself, but another part said, You did it.
“Was,” Keefe said softly as he connected the dots, “was that about me?”
Tam nodded slowly, still studying Keefe’s face. “Um. Yeah, yeah it was. And… it was all true.”
Keefe shook his head dazedly, not saying anything, just staring at the floor.
“Keefe? Say something, please.”
The blond looked up to meet Tam’s eyes, and Tam gulped, wondering if this was it, when he was rejected, when his heart was broken, when--
Suddenly Keefe’s lips were on his and they were kissing and oh.
The kiss was everything. It was soft, and sweet, and filled with yearning and love and dreams and felt like fireworks. He tastes like vanilla, Tam noted.
Keefe pulled away for breath, and Tam felt a teensy bit disappointed, but that feeling was lost in the thought that Oh my God, I just kissed Keefe Sencen.
“In case you haven’t noticed,” Keefe whispered softly, “I love you too.”
Tam felt euphoric at his words, it was all he’d been wanting to hear for he couldn’t remember how long. “Do you know how long I’ve been wanting to do that?”
“Enjoyed that kiss, huh?”
“Just shut up and kiss me again, will you?”
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#keeper of the lost cities fanfiction#kotlc fanfiction#kotlc au#kotlc fanfic#fanfic#fanfiction kotlc#shannon messenger#keefe sencen#tam song#kam#tam x keefe#keefe sencen x tam song#keefe x tam#kam au#kam fanfiction#band au#high school au#kotlc kam#kotlc ships#keeper of the lost cities kam#shipping
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Quick thing i dont care much about dadschlatt I mean i will read it sometimes but I prefer Dad Sparklez
It is late at night for me and I am tired so here is my tired thoughts
Dadschlatt au: Modern-ish i guess. I mean it is a city but they are still ram hybrids so.. anyways
Schlatt still fucking dies of a heart attack. Is it a heart attack who knows but mr business man here dies with the only care he gave his son (Tubbo) was giving everything to him
So Tubbo 16 to 17 now is the ceo of schlatt's company even tho he literally ran away from his dad at like 14 and is now living with Childhood best friend Tommy (Bunny hybrid) and Ranboo (who they found in a trash bin a year ago)
So instead of living in a small 1 or 2 bedroom apartment they are now living in a big penthouse with multiple bedrooms.
The issue that comes from giving your kid a company is that he doesnt know how to run it. Tommy and Ranboo are not helpful.
So basically a au that has to deal with Tubbo (and Ranboo + Tommy too I guess) running a company while dealing with "I swear my father hated me"
Now Schlatt is/was a shitty dad but he did love his son... kinda I mean he did but he put literally everything else above him
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Fun things in this au!!
- Tommy works a retail job. He hasnt been fired because he is one of their best employes
- Ranboo is a babysitter as a job. This is were you would see Shroud, Michelle, Foolish jr and Finley, Michael, Yogurt, and Rosie (I did this do there is more than 2 girls)
- While Phil and Techno are more in the background they run another company.
- Quackity was Schlatt ex-husband. They were married up until Schlatts death where Quackity discovered that your husband had a kid and gave you shit.
^^ Actually gave him his favorite house and lots of money. Quackity wanted the comapny tho
- Tubbo has burned a building down before. He said it was a accident. Maybe it was or maybe it wasnt who knows
- Crimeboys is background
- Wilbur works at the same job as Tommy. Why he isnt the best worker? It is because he does just above normal
- Fundy is Wilbur's younger brother so Yogurt is his nephew. Everyone in that Family learned dont let Fundy name anything else
- I am stopping here or I will keep rambling
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That is all hope you enjoyed my tired brain just adding and adding stuff when this post was just suppose to say schlatt dies and the company goes to Tubbo who doesnt know how to run a company
Anyways hope you have a great day and after this post I am going to bed
(I wrote this at 12/1 am. I really should stick to my bedtime)
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(Also know any fics like this?)
Huh, that sounds like a fun fic!
But also no, I don't think I've ever read anything like this? I don't really read much that has dadschlatt be a prominent part of it honestly. I'm just generally uninterested.
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Hey! It's the 20th of January! Perfect time for me to finally post my secret santa fic I might have forgotten about right? Absolutely. So here it goes :)
This was and is still for megss (@charginger)
I also wrote her a poem and I thought I would include it :)
Your Secret Santa, it is I,
so okay, I would really lie,
if I were to tell you I would have guessed,
that you would be a bit more impressed.
Anyway this is the big reveal,
the time for my identity to unseal,
Hey, I'm Veronika, I hope you like what I made,
may it help the christmas cheer to not fade!
I had two assistants, I shall not forget,
@ninak803 and @marauderss-hp only because of them it's finally set.
there might be mistakes, at least so I worry,
my english isnt perfect, I am sorry.
Merry Christmas! you wonderful snowflake,
now read to find out what Sirius might bake!
cw: food
Hope's favourite cookies
"Hurry, Remus.", Sirius was running around in the kitchen, trying to find ingredients for their christmas cookies.
"I am, I am, although I dont think this is exacly an important task, right now."
"Remus, mon loup", he stilled for a short moment and placed a kiss on Remus' nose, "This will be my first christmas with your family. It needs to be perfect. They need to like me.", he stated, like it was obvious and began looking over the recipe, mumbling to himself.
"I'm pretty sure, you're like their favourite non-related person in the world-", realizing Sirius wasn't even listening and carefully pouring the exact amount of flour in the bowl they needed, Remus trailed off.
Walking over to his - way to stressed for this occasion - boyfriend and wrapping his arms around Sirius' waist, he told him, looking over his shoulder at the dough he'd made so far, "Baby. Please relax, alright? They already love you and it will be perfect."
When Sirius turned around in his arms Remus could see the doubt and stress on his boyfriend's face as two lines formed on his forehead. Going up to his toes, he kissed them away, like he had wanted to do for years. "Besides", Remus grabbed a bit of the dough and put it into his mouth, "not serving my mom's favourite cookies is definitely not on the bad-boyfriend-list."
Sirius finally looked a bit more relaxed. Then he suddenly narrowed his eyes at Remus, "There isn't actually a list, right?"
"'course there is", Remus answered and watched the fear as it seeped into the face in front of him. "I'm kidding, baby.", he gasped out after he couldnt hold his laughter back any longer, "Don't worry, okay? They love you and nothing will change that. Now put this dough in the fridge, there are more important things to do!"
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They parked in front of the Dumais' house. Remus looked at the time displayed in Sirius car. "We're late. May be because of your obsessive need to achieve perfection, but at least we're finally done with everything right?", Remus leaned over and gave his boyfriend a kiss on the cheek.
Sirius smiled sheepishly, "Yeah, sorry. I'm just nervous, you know?"
"I promise you, the evening with our familys will be perfect. Now stop worrying, we're late.", with that Remus got out of the car leaving his boyfriend to shake out of his daze and follow.
Their arms piled with presents, they made their way to the front door, Remus using his foot to ring the doorbell, as if it was an everyday task.
The door opened with a "Bonjour!". Sirius could'nt see the other man, but recognized Pascal's voice behind the big present he was holding.
"Hey Dumo. How are you?", he heard Remus say as they walked into the living room, toeing of their shoes to not get the clean floors dirty.
"Good. Finally relaxed now that the presents are all done.", he added the last part as he moved closer to the couple, almost whispering.
It was that moment they all heard loud footsteps on the ceiling. Children running around to the direction of the staircase.
"Shit. Um-", Sirius almost threw the present into Dumos' arms, the gears in his head visibly clicking into place to find a solution for their poor time management, "Okay, Remus! Can you get the rest? I'll distract the kids."
Remus looked amused as he saw Sirius determination to not ruin the children's christmas with the shocking discovery that santa was in fact just their parents.
So he obediently got all the presents from the trunk of Sirius' car and brought them into the basement, so Pascal and Celeste could place them underneath the tree in the night.
Sirius having chased Marc up the stairs, could be heard as he probably tickled him mercilessly, if the shrieks and laughs from both boys were anything to go off of.
As his boyfriends was probably just waiting for some kind of sign from Remus, that he had stored the boxes away, he went up the stairs aswell, just catching Marc running off to his room, having escaped Sirius grasp. Sirius made a move to follow him, but stopped as he saw Remus.
"All set up?", he asked, putting his arms around Remus waist.
"Yes. Stored securely away from curious children's eyes. They probably know about Santa already, you know?", he leaned against his boyfriends chest.
Putting his chin on top of Remus head he replied, "Yeah, I know. I just don't want to risk it. I dont want to ruin their view of christmas."
"What about Santa?", came a small voice from their right. They hadn't noticed Katie's door opening. "Did you hear something from him?"
She looked a bit tired, but somehow also full of excitement for the evening and probably even more for tomorrow morning.
"Non, mon petit chat. But, usually that's a good sign.", he let go of Remus to lean down to her, "It just means that he's busy making and flying out presents. And that nothing went wrong, so let's hope we only hear from him tomorrow morning, eh?"
"Oh. Yeah, then I hope so too.", there was a short pause, but then the seven-year-old's energy came back. "Ooh, Sirius! Can you help me choose a dress for dinner?" She was jumping with excitement and how could anyone say no to that face.
He kissed Remus and smiled at him, before following Katie into her room.
"So, I have a green one, a pink one and a blue one. Which one should I wear?"
Sirius knowing she would look adorable in all of them actually couldn't decide. Her whole evening could depend on this choice. Okay, maybe he was being dramatic, but he wanted to choose a good one. Then he noticed her glancing over to the green one, again and again. So he told her that, he liked that one the best and was rewarded with a wide smile.
Kissing her head with a "See you downstairs in a bit.", he left her room to join the others in the kitchen.
Just as he wanted to enter, the door bell rang.
He went over, hearing Remus and Pascal trail behind him and opened the door.
"Merry Christmas Eve!", Hope said cheerfully and hugged Remus.
"Hi, mum. I missed you."
"You forgot about us, Re'?", he just saw Julian run up to them, from where he had still been at the car, jumping up to his brother.
Remus lifted him with ease, "Wait, who are you again?". At the shocked expression of his brother he cracked up, laughing and getting them both inside.
"Pascal.", he Lyall greeted, "Thank you so much for hosting us all this Christmas."
"We're happy to have you! You're Sirius' family, so you're mine! Now, come inside. It's way too cold out here and dinner is almost done."
They all went into the kitchen. The food smelled amazing, so it was pretty hard not to be drawn to Celeste's current working space. Even though she was clearly a bit stressed, she chipped into the conversation every once in a while.
Sirius looked around from where he was leaning against the counter, standing next to Remus, "So when will Reg be making an appearance? I didn't think he'd go out on Christmas Eve."
"Oh. He's not. He in the basement-"
Dumo was cut of by Sirius, who was now leaving the room with quick steps in the direction of the stairs, shouting, "In the- That little shit. It's Christmas, Reg!"
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Finally everyone was sitting at the beautifully set table. There were candles and carefully set up evergreen twigs, next to the delicious Christmas feast (it could not be described as a dinner). From were the table was positioned, everyone also had a wonderful view of their Christmas tree. Decorated with red and gold ornaments and an angel on the very top.
As soon as they had all sat down to eat, the stress Sirius had piled onto himself was somehow gone. He held up easy conversations with everyone, even one on one with Lyall. He seemed like he'd known them for years. They talked about hockey and the ride here and Remus really enjoyed watching his boyfriend bond with his family.
Until his mum joined in again, having had a separate conversation with Pascal about their kids.
"You know, I have video of Remus and Julian on christmas, when we bought them each their first hockey equipment."
Remus knew exacly how that had gone so he was determined to not show any reaction and just move on to the next topic. Sirius however had exacly the opposite planned and he never despised his boyfriend more then in that moment.
"Hope. Please. With all that holy to me, I beg you to show me that video someday."
Okay, that could go alright. Someday. Maybe Sirius would have forgotten until someday.
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Once they were all finished eating and the kids were already starting to go to bed, they thanked Dumo and Celeste again, not only for the beautiful atmosphere, but also for the amazing food that left them all more than full up to the point, they couldn't even eat Celeste's christmas cookies anymore. Of course they got a to-go package full of every flavour that she had made that year.
Afterwards they all left for Sirius' house.
"Please can I drive with you? Pleeeaaase?", Julian begged Remus, standing in front of Sirius' car.
"'course, Jules-", Remus barely finished before his brother said, "Thanks. Alright, shotgun!"
And that's how Remus got to watch his boyfriend and little brother from the backseat, while they were discussing what Jules might get for Christmas.
It was a rather short ride to their house, filled with a long string of "I won't tell you." 's and "Pleeeaaaase." 's, but when they arrived Julian jumped out of the car like it was on fire.
"Easy there. You won't get any gifts from us until mum and dad are here."
~
Now they were all settled onto Sirius' massive couch and Julian was jumping up and down, probably breaking the springs any moment.
"Alright, seeing as Jules is ready to burst from excitement we'll start with our gifts."
Sirius left to get the big red one they had hidden in their bedroom.
Meanwhile, Hope was leaning over and noting smugly, "our gift, huh? You two bought your gifts together?"
Remus looked at her a bit sheepishly. They had been dating for over a year now, it didn't feel wrong to give out gifts together.
His mum saw his worried face and simply said, "No, don't worry. It's sweet."
Just as Remus wanted to reply his boyfriend came back into the room with Julian's gift, placing it on the floor in front of him. It was nearly as tall as Julian himself.
He picked it up and shook it. He could hear something moving inside, but that didn't help him determine what it could be.
Remus tore his eyes away from his brother's excited face, to look at his equally excited boyfriend. He was on the tips of his toes until he broke, "Come on, Jules! I'm dying here. Just rip it open!"
Remus had to laugh at Sirius impatience and enthusiasm, but he also wanted to see his brother's reaction.
"No!", was the first thing they heard and it was Lyall's voice. Apparently he had already seen part of the gift.
Julian ripped the wrapping away completely and tore the box open, revealing a lions hockey stick and a jersey, both with his number and name printed on it.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you! I love them!", running over to his brother and Sirius and hugged them both, almost making them fall over from his force. "My team is going fo freak out!"
"I'm glad you like them."
Sirius visibly relaxed, "Can't be a real Lion, if you don't have the proper gear."
"Well, now I can! Okay, okay. I have something for you, too."
Sirius and Remus sat down and waited for Julian to get Remus' gift from where they had left them in front of the door.
"Here. For when you miss us."
Remus carefully ripped the wrapping paper away to reveal a snow globe. He turned it around a saw landmarks from his home state. It was incredible.
Remus eyes became teary. "I love it. But hopefully you'll never be gone long enough for me to miss. Oh, come here."
Jules came over and hugged him, but then the younger jumped up and ran out the door again.
He came back with another gift. He walked over to Sirius. "For you.", Julian held out he gift.
"Jules! There was no need to-"
"Its nothing, really. It's just something small. You might not like it, but I made it and I wanted to give it to you.", Julian looked a bit embarrassed, now.
Sirius removed the wrapping from the rectangular object to reveal-
"It's a picture of my family.", Julian told him.
Sirius looked at the framed photo. It was after a game. The Lupins had come down to the lockerroom. It was Lyall with his arm around Hope. Julian in front of them, flashing his brightest smile. Remus standing next to them. And to his right Sirius. Holding Remus close, a hand on Julian's shoulder, smiling. Now it was Sirius' time for tears.
"Jules, Julian. This is the sweetest gift I've ever received, thank you." Sirius couldn't really put into words how much this meant to him. To not only be accepted, but welcomed into this new family.
"Oh, come on. I- I need a group hug, please."
They all piled onto Hope like they were on the ice. Sirius being the first, hugged her the tightest, not wanting to let go. He could feel all of Julian pressed to his side and Remus as he kissed his temple. He even felt Lyall's hand from the other side on his shoulder blade, pressing the group together.
Apparently, he really didn't need any cookie bribes, it seemed like he was fine just the way he was.
mon petit chat- my little cat
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Sherlock X reader- a romance to killing it (second chapter)
Synopsis: Sherlock falls in love with a girl, but what he didn't know was that she was a murderer sent by moriarty to kill him
Author's notes: this is a continuation of the first fanfic I wrote
initially it was to have a single chapter but my friends insisted that I continue
there will probably be 2 more chapters after this
I made a pun for the title because I couldn't think of anything better
I may have a spelling mistake because I am Brazilian and my English is not very good
if you haven't read the first chapter here is the link: chapter 1
Feeling a little relieved, Sherlock can actually stop and think for the first time in the past few hours.
he couldn't tell if he was impressed, hurt or had admired the girl even more
sentiment was really something dangerous, that was the final proof he needed.
And he doesn't really understand who that girl who accompanied him for months was, and now he needed answers.
he needed the truth
‘’ Tea? ’'The girl returns to the room where he sat and holds out his cup‘' I can assure you that I didn’t put anything unusual this time ’’
he takes the cup and (y / n) sits next to him, both keep silent for long minutes without much courage to start the matter but they both knew that an hour would be necessary.
‘‘How?’ 'He asks and she stares at him without understanding what he meant ’’ I need to know how I didn’t notice you’re a murderer, this is the kind of thing I would never let go of , and you know ‘'
'' Aren't you the amazing detective Sherlock Holmes? Solve my incredible crime '' she smiles at him defiantly '' Watch it coldly as if it were a game''She explains '' You don't pay enough attention to anything that doesn't benefit your work, or rather, anything that you don't think it benefits, that's your biggest flaw ‘'
‘’ I didn’t notice the game starting for the first time in my life ’’ he completes
‘‘Exactly, I think from that you can gather the information in your mind palace and decipher how it all happened’’
‘’ I could ..’’ he starts ‘‘but I want you to tell me, this between us is not a game, at least not for me ’’
She takes a deep breath and gives up thinking about what words to use to explain everything in a sincere way but without hurting him using then in the wrong way. One thing she and sherlock were very much in common was not understanding human emotions very well and ending up saying things that hurt others accidentally.
‘‘Ok I’ll tell you the truth, since you seem serious about it. It all starts with that murder that you unveiled when we first met, the clue that I presented that you had not seen before was the key to everything, for this not to be a boring monologue and to kill me with boredom say your guesses ’’
'' You came up with a clue, a hair that went unnoticed, it makes me think that you already had it and implanted it at the crime scene ‘'
'‘Once I heard the phrase ‘ Perfect crimes don’t make suspects ’ I have a different point of view about it, I think perfect crimes are those where there’s a suspect but not the real one‘'
‘’ Who is the man who was arrested after all? ’'
‘'An incompetent, I got evidence of his other crimes, the real ones that were much worse’'
‘’ You threatened him to take up his crime, he would be arrested in any case but assuming that crime the penalty would be less ’'
‘'And in the meantime your attention was diverted, you began to doubt yourself and at the same time to be instigated about me that I treated you as someone with average intelligence unlike everyone who idolizes you as a genius’’
‘‘ I look so predictable with you saying it like that ’'
'' This is how most people who speak to you feel every day, my dear ''
‘'So that must be the defeat feeling of being a normal person’'
‘‘ Don’t worry you don’t match other ordinary beings, playing with you was fun ’'
'' So much fun that it made you fall in love with me '' he plays with the cup watching the liquid spin in the glass
she looks at him with pity
'‘I don’t want you to feel used’
‘‘ You called it a game yourself ’” he points out
‘'And it was, in the beginning’’
‘’ And when did it stop being a game? ’’
'' In the moment I started to see you as a human being and not as something that I should destroy, that afternoon when you were so bored that you almost overdosed and I finded you almost dead, in for a moment I thought I was only concerned with losing the fun that would be killing you, but then I realized it was more than that, sentiment is a funny thing isnt it ? ‘’ She laughs at herself
He sure remembered the overdose, they dated for two months, she had an appointment and he had no case to solve and John was working. She found him out on the floor when she got home and it was a matter of seconds before she called for help and he was put in an ambulance, he came very close to death that time.
He wondered if John had missed him in the past few hours, but he remembered that his best friend had finally made peace with his sister and went to visit her for the rest of the week.
Sherlock analyzes the place around him, it was a mansion decorated with dark furniture, everything had black and red colors, as windows were made of a material that made it almost impossible that you opened it from the outside by someone without the key and the door too, could be seeing dust everywhere and some cobwebs, it shouldn't come here very often.
‘'This is the house where I grew up‘
'' What? ‘'
‘'I saw that you were analyzing the place, everything is dirty and kind of old because I haven’t come here in the last five years‘
''And your family ?''
'' Dead '' she says without giving much importance
It was the first time they had talked about her past, and he wanted as much information as possible.
‘'If it isn’t too impolite, could you talk more about that?’’
"It is just a boring story, but if you insist on knowing I will tell you" he pays attention in detail to every word she says, it is rare that she talks about such things and it cannot be a missed opportunity "" at 17 I ran away I ended up meeting dangerous people, great criminals with incredible murderous skills '' she gets up from the sofa, placing the farm on a nearby table and starts walking around the room, standing still for a long time was something that bothered her '' I was tired of an ordinary life, I was about to go to college and just thinking about ending my days as a social ornament like my mother, or being an ordinary worker, made me anxious'' she takes a knife and analyzes it “With this knife I killed one of the men in that gang, it was a thoughtless and miscalculated act by a rebellious teenager, but it attracted their attention to me, and to my surprise they thought I had the skills, they trained me as a murderer and sent to kill other criminals ’’
'' What does this have to do with your family? ‘
'' Enemies found them and they were killed, the house and all my family's assets were given to me as an inheritance, I was practically rich, but it seemed like a futile and boring life and I, like you, run away from boredom, in some moment the group that trained me was dissolved and i followed the path of hired killer, but killing only big criminals, after a while you notice that these types of people have a lot of information about other dangerous people and with that information I had power, it was a matter of time before I met Moriarty ''
‘’ About Moriarty, what do you think about doing now? What's your plan ’’
‘'Killing Moriarty, getting a copy of his contacts if we have Moriarty’s data, we can serve terms in jail, and whoever comes along midway I’ll kill’’
‘'You talk about kill as if it were something common’’ (y / n) approaches him and looks him in the eye with an air of guilt
‘’ I’ve always believed that everyone I was sent to murder committed crimes as ruined as the ones who hired me committed, that’s until I met you and now I’ve started to question everything .. ’’
‘’ After your plan to kill Moriarty, what will happen? You are a murderer and I am a detective '' he stands up slightly by the wrist and looks into her eyes
‘‘ Mycroft ’’
''My brother? ’’
"Negotiate my freedom in exchange for all the information I have collected over the years and the information we are going to steal from Moriarty,we can also negotiate your freedom since at this hour they must have found a body in your house and due to his suspicious disappearance you may think that you killed him and ran away ‘'
‘'I hadn’t thought about that last part’'
"I kind of didn't give you much time to think today, it's a lot of information and you have emotional involvement, it's normal to be a little stunned, anyway the point I want to get to is ..." she holds his face affectionately and smiled '' even though part of a disguise solving crimes with you was one of the best things in my life, not everything was false, after the first crime the rest were not outlined by me, and maybe you still need my help ''
And he hugs her around the waist, pulling her closer and she kisses him deeply.
When they separate his foreheads lean against him and he says:
‘’ Your help will be helpful in getting my plan right ’’
‘'What plan?’'
‘’ The plan to keep you with me for the rest of my life ’'and upon hearing that she kisses you again
Perhaps that was the end of the life she had for all those years, but she would have him and a completely new life to explore.
And he would have a lifetime to discover everything about her that was now tired of games and disguises. She would never pretend again, at least not for him.
#Sherlock#Shelock holmes#sherlock holmes imagine#sherlock x oc#sherlock tv series#bbc sherlock#sherlock fanfic#Sherlock x reader#sherlock x you#sherlock x y/n#sherlock x reader angst#sherlock imagine#x reader
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🖊writerly conversation tag
tagged by @j-pping to do this amazing interview/reflections tag. of course she put together one of the most amazing tags ever because she is brilliant. thank you for tagging me angel!
questions below the cut!
2020
what was the most challenging part of writing this year?
gosh...i think for me the hardest bit was staying both motivated and inspired. a lot of my inspiration comes from being out in the world. im an introvert but i enjoy being out in the city around the noise and the people and the buildings on my own. the majority of my writing used to be done while riding the subway or on a weekend after id gone out somewhere. a lot of my fics are inspired by locations, and experiences within those locations. being inside for the majority of the year made it hard for me to remember how...people interact with or relate to the spaces around them. so i felt like a lot of the time staying inspired was coming from places within just me that felt inauthentic. i think my writing benefits from my ability to see multiple perspectives, so i felt like a lot of dialogue or writing itself was suffering just coming from me alone. it took a lot of work to ensure that it wasnt like that.
and then, motivation was also so hard. the internet and the news and everything about america, the planet, the everything was unrelenting and draining. we as people were privy to so much trauma this year, to the collapse and fracture of communities, lives, governments. there were several weeks at the end of may and into june where i just...couldnt. i had no energy for anything. it happened again in november after the election and the windfall of it. energetic tensions were so high it just felt so hard to push out words when things were breaking everywhere. like there were more important things i needed to focus on, and healing was one of them.
what was the most enjoyable/rewarding part of writing this year?
i enjoyed the new community of writers/friends i found by writing for bts again. they challenged me and pushed me to better myself. @jamaisjoons is so inspirational in the way she generates community and encourages relationships between storytellers. doing the summer bucket list pushed me out of my hermit hole for camp nano, and i cranked out molotov cocktail and felt so proud of it. it mattered so much to me because it was the first long thing id written after a period of feeling deceased, and it was so enjoyable because there was a sense of community around it. its easy to forget how essential having a support system in your creative community is.
what piece has left the most impact on you and why?
probably ciperion. words cannot express how proud i am of that story and the direction its going in. i read it back sometimes and i realize that my writing was elevated because of that piece. tbh molotov was responsible for that lift, but ciperion was just a whole other tier. ive also never written anything like that story before and it felt so good exploring the themes of seafaring and pirates.
what have you learned about yourself through the process of writing in the past year?
that i absolutely am someone who took for granted how inspiring the world is even if i see it as a stressor. but also that writing isnt necessarily about being inspired. its about pushing on when its hard. some of my best pieces came from that kind of push this year. 2020 felt like...a slog through most of it, but i kept pushing myself to write even when i was low and tired. i realized that some of my best writing comes from that push, when its not easy and when its difficult and i have to think harder. thats where i grow.
how has your writing changed in the past year? how have you grown?
i think im more syntax and detailed focused than i used to be. lately ive been experimenting with making the act of reading feel like pleasure. my favourite books are the ones where i read a sentence, and im moved because it felt nice to read or it felt powerful. the sentence itself had power, not the image it was trying to convey. somehow separate, if that makes sense. theres a lot i need to learn before i could go off comfortably and try to write a book, and this is what ive been trying to master. my attention to detail has grown, and sometimes i think thats a detriment. i think sometimes im too detailed and i dont leave my reader enough power on their own. im still finding that balance, but i think im pleased right now with what im trying to push myself to master.
2021
ignoring your wips for a second, if you had all the time and energy in the world to write your magnum opus piece, what would it be about? why is that the dream story you’d write, all other things controlled for?
ive had two books in my mind forever. one was originally being written as a fanfic in a different fandom before i stopped and realized its too big and so much more important, and is worth being a book id like to write. if i wrote an opus like this it would actually be a book id submit to publishers but ~
- hundreds of years in the future, society has learned how to cure most diseases. for those we cannot, the sick person can be cryogenically frozen for a period of time until a cure is found. there is, however, a limit to the length of time they are frozen. no one has ever been frozen for over 100 years, and the main character is a scientist embarking on the experiment to do just that. it is, effectively, time travel. the main character is rash, selfish, sarcastic - not a very nice person; invested in their work and science and little else. they freeze themselves and wake up in the future. during their time in rehab they have to confront the horror theyve made of themselves, the horror people have made of the future, learn to be vulnerable. they end up falling in love with another scientist etc etc. theres so much more to this story and the world is enormous. one day ill revisit it
- a fictional play on orpheus in the underworld where a female main character’s brother was sold by their mother to the goddess of the underworld (helena instead of hades) for eternal youth. the gods all live in a hotel (the concept of this main thing is being used in elysian fields but its not remotely the same) after they were removed from the heavens. main character (ophelia) must gather several totems from the gods to prove her worth and survive her trip into the underworld to rescue him. id like to not focus on a woman finding romance, and instead a woman finding herself, her strength, her devotion to family, her power, and connecting with her history.
how do you want to grow in your writing this year?
this year id like to find balance, like i mentioned above, with my need for detail and my trust in my readers. the balance between detail and dialogue. i want to try to condense my writing again so not everything is a goddamn series. the ideas i have are huge and thats great but i need to remember how to parse things again, while still maintaining impact.
what’s one thing you’d wish to see in the fan-writing community this year?
i want more community, in general. as a multi fan, i see pockets in the kpop fandom where it exists and im well and truly aware that its recently become incredibly hard to foster on the exo side. ill just say that. maybe i dont witness it or its happening amongst blogs i havent found or have not found me. i want to see less dialogue about ‘popular blogs,’ whatever that means; less focus on notes; less worries about statistics. i want people to remember that fandom is not about numbers, and the moment you make it about that is the moment you stop having fun. i want less fear from writers regarding sharing work they read and liked, less shame around it. i want to see more vocal communication for the things people like and don’t like, more engagement and more interaction. the concept of popular blogs is so ridiculous to me, because no one has any control over the metrics. no one has control over who follows them or reads their work except the person doing the actual reading. i want people to realize they hold so much power - a person with 10k notes has as much power as a person with 2 notes because sharing is what fosters community. i want this fandom to remember to share again.
name one new thing you want to try doing in your writing this year.
gosh i really love postmodernism in writing. think like mark z danielewski, who plays with the shapes of words or the act of holding a book - the physicality of it. id like to maybe write a choose your own adventure, or do something that encompasses multiple platforms. or even, more importantly, finish as still as sound and time runner. those are more reasonable goals. time runner actually is done, i just need to stop pressuring myself about it and edit it to get it up. asas, too, is largely done i just need to get my ass together. i have so many other ideas no one has ever seen i need to finish what ive started. thats a real goal.
tagging: @yehet-me-up @jamaisjoons @kyungseokie @jenmyeons @luffles424 @yoonia @shadowsremedy @chillingkoo @onherwings @inkedtae @ninibears-erigom @imdifferentshadesofpurple @readyplayerhobi @ditzymax @sugaurora @snackhobi @yeojaa @sahmfanficbts @xjoonchildx @johobi and anyone else who wants to do this. as always please only do so if comfortable or you want to!
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Shouting in the Wind, Part3
And here we are, at the end of what I wrote (bc this was the end of the roleplay as well haha)
I fully intend to write some more, but uhhhh yeah. idk. I feel like it works best when there’s plot going on in the background to interact around?
no idea. Sort of doing one for some other OCs, but that’s definitely suffering from I-don’t-know-what’s-going-on symptoms.
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3:29
rip in pieces: fuk yeahhhhhh
PI Sleuth: I don’t think that’s Morgan, but even if it is - what are you doing up so late?
rip in pieces: it isnt
oh
oh maybe it is
Cap: oops
Should maybe try harder the next time, alright?
PI Sleuth: You should, perhaps, go to sleep now?
rip in pieces: fair
9:45
Sunshine Child: how did you get into his phone?
Best of the Beast: would u believe that i found a perfect prosthetic of his thumb in his bag
The Listener: … No.
Best of the Beast: good, cause thatd be weird
The Listener: Why did you even suggest that?
Best of the Beast: ¯\_(ツ)_/¯
i am vv tired
rip in pieces: fuckin’ shattered mate aye
The Listener: Please. Don’t do that.
Sunshine Child: how then?
Best of the Beast: oh so u know how its fingerprint locked and i dont have any of the right equipment to get a copy of his fingerprint with me
weirdly
The Listener: Yes, because we all carry that around with us.
Best of the Beast: oh, u do? damn Ash, always prepared
anyway
so im laying there
in bed
unable to sleep
and scruff is whining about his bag and being generally hopless and miserable without him
Sunshine Child: I hope you gave him the pats
Best of the Beast: of course I did, I’m not some kind of /monster/
[pic of Scruff lying across Esther’s lap, belly up and clearly relaxed. Her other hand is resting on his belly, and his head is half crooked up towards the camera, ears flopping back and tongue half stuck out]
and im playing with summers phone bc mine is plugged into the wall on the other side of the room and aint nobody moving that far
Twin #2: #mood
Best of the Beast: and his screen lights up bc someones tryna contact him
(cant work out who bc his nicknames are weird af)
and scruff stretches across to nose at the button and it
it opens???
The Listener: He’s set his phone to open to Scruff?
Twin #1: i mean. if it works?
Sunshine Child: that’s kinda sweet
Actual Dad™: I hope you didn’t snoop too much.
Best of the Beast: what do you take me for i am /hurt/
The Plan™: …
Best of the Beast: only a little. storms ‘’looking after’’ his phone now
apparently i cant be trusted or some shit
Cap: well that’s fair
Best of the Beast: holy shit yall are terrible
here i am doing a good deed for my bro and yall
yall are accusing me of /theft/ and /misdeeds/
the slander
Twin #1: did you get anything good on him?
Best of the Beast: nah he logged out all his apps before leaving his phone n his texts are in some kinda code
The Listener: And there we have it. Esther really can’t be trusted ;)
Best of the Beast: oh got damn
Sunshine Child: nice
Twin #1: buddy got play~ed
Best of the Beast: u guys are the w or s t
im gonna go train w storm
see if i ever come back to u guys
Twin #2: you love us really
Best of the Beast: shut up u arent my real mum
10:15
Twin #1: @pi-whatever the frick
dad
i like that youll call tooth out on her late nights but not mum???
13:23
PI Sleuth: That would be because when your mother is having a ridiculously late night, I am actually sleeping.
Twin #1: fair
Cap: hey, the city never sleeps at night, why should I?
Twin #2: do we need to look up international scandals?
Cap: ha. ha.
[Cap set her own nickname to sleepisfortheweak]
sleepisfortheweak: I don’t think I need to explain myself to you
15:07
Best of the Beast: hey cap how long did u take before challenging ure first league?
like after beating the gyms I mean
sleepisfortheweak: uh
I think I… skipped out the region for a while?
wait no that was before the last gym
is this for Storm?
Best of the Beast: yeah im tryna convince him he can do it before the others get back
sleepisfortheweak: So I don’t think I’m /really/ the best person to judge that
bc I charge on and on and on
but hey it seemed to work
until it didn’t?
Best of the Beast: gosh thats useful
sleepisfortheweak: What I’m trying to say is that he’s going to be the best judge of how ready he is
If he doesn’t feel ready, don’t push him
Best of the Beast: what if he doesnt believe hes ready?
Twin #2: kick his ass
Best of the Beast: wow youre even worse at this
sleepisfortheweak: Don’t listen to her she never did competitive battling
Twin #2: I mean true but
sometimes they just need convincing?
Best of the Beast: and how
exactly
would my
‘’kicking his ass’’
convince him?????
Twin #2: are you passing up an opportunity to beat some sense into someone?
Best of the Beast: this is storm were talking about
itd be like kicking a puppy
a cute one
one that im like
Twin #2: are you
15:20
Best of the Beast: am i waht???
dont leave like that what the fuck
The Listener: It’s happened.
Best of the Beast: what
whats happened
sleepisfortheweak: Morgan
Best of the Beast: W H A T
Twin #1: Aurora’s got it, she’s gone.
So’s Phoe, apparently?
she was on her way here by boat
sleepisfortheweak: did she forget Aurora can teleport
Best of the Beast: i swear u blessed are fckn useless
waht the FUCK is going on?
The Listener: We don’t know.
But Morgan is registering, and Hera’s spiked, I can feel it.
Twin #1: And Phoe phoned
wanting to know if we knew about it
so Aurora’s gone to get her and find the kids
Best of the Beast: why didnt u go?
Twin #1: Don’t know how long they’ll be, someone’s got to keep our job/place/etc
Also it’ll probably be a quick job and Aurora doesn’t need to worry about an extra body to transport when there’ll already be four and herself.
sleepisfortheweak: That’s good thinking
Best of the Beast: yeah ok were not going for the league then
keep us nonmarked in the loop pls?
Twin #1: I don’t know how much we’ll get to know
The Plan™: plus you have a show to prep for
The Listener: Wow, I heard /that/ exclamation all the way down the hall.
[Best of the Beast set the nickname for Twin #1 to elephant that forgets]
Actual Dad™: Are you calling your mother an elephant?
Best of the Beast: i mean.
i thought she didnt forget things?
elephant that forgets: extenuating circumstances.
I gotta go do a Thing
Best of the Beast: good luck with that!!
16:16
Best of the Beast: so no one knos anything?
Sunshine Child: nope
sleepisfortheweak: I know what it is to not be recognised everywhere I go again
it’s beautiful
also, fuck tourists
Best of the Beast: that shows you
never become notorious
sleepisfortheweak: how was I to know what would happen!!
it was a shitty coping method!! I shouldn’t be famous for it!!
elephant that forgets: the trials of accidentally becoming an elite trainer
famousness is not a thing to be taken lightly
sleepisfortheweak: yah but like. you knew what you were getting into
The Listener: I think it must be a thing in this family, because a lot of people seem to know about Esther now as well
Best of the Beast: damn
three generations in
The Listener: They don’t know you as a NightGale, though, they know you as the Tooth Fairy
Best of the Beast: ok quick question
how
thE FUCK
are they talking to you about that???
The Listener: Oh, it was while we were in Azoth, you must have made an impression with your fighting I suppose.
Apparently we look alike in some way.
Best of the Beast: huh
i mean i suppose our mothers are twins
but ure far prettier
The Listener: … Thanks?
Best of the Beast: its true!
ive been punched in the face one too many times to be pretty
sleepisfortheweak: one could say you’re pretty… /striking/
Best of the Beast: …
17:27
Twin #2: I cant believe this is the top chat here
I figured yd have more of a social convo going than that
Best of the Beast: what.
Who dis
elephant that forgets: You couldn’t keep from snooping, huh
Twin #2: I just wanted to see what’s been going on!!
Not fucking much as it happens
Do I carry /all/ the interesting of this family now
The Listener: Morgan?
Best of the Beast: thE FRICK???!
[Twin #2 set her name to The Prodigal Son]
The Prodigal Son: o shit waddup
wait
Best of the Beast: WHAT THE HECK BOI
[The Prodigal Son set her name to Ya Boi]
Best of the Beast: THE FUCK YOU GO
Ya Boi: long story
elephant that forgets: don’t we know it
Ya Boi: oh i guess u have all been kept in the loop
more or less
Actual Dad™: Are you all safe?
Ya Boi: yeah. Yeah, were good.
tired af but well live
Best of the Beast: good
not that i cared
bc u kno
abandoned
no info
left to fend for ourselves
Ya Boi: i thought kari was keeping you in the loop?
Best of the Beast: !!!
first of all fuk u
[Best of the Beast set the name for Ya Boi to proDICKal son]
Best of the Beast: i didnt even kno she was with you what teh fuk
proDICKal son: you… you told us she was coming to join us
Best of the Beast: i didnt think shed gone with u!! fuk!!
thought shed just like. gone her own way when she found out u were all hopless nerds.
proDICKal son: tried to leave her with storm
how is he, by the way?
Best of the Beast: hes good
not that you fckn care
not that you DESERVE him
[proDICKal son set her name to nope]
nope: i mean. true. ive been trying to protect him
Best of the Beast: son yaint done shit
thats my job now
Actual Dad™: Where are you right now?
Best of the Beast: not with us thats for sure
[Best of the Beast set her name to storm protector]
nope: cruise ship
aunt phoe was coming over???
so like
were here to pick up her stuff i guess
storm protector: did
did she forget that aurora can /literally/ teleport
anywhere in the world
Sunshine Child: It isn’t as though she uses that skill much, I guess?
storm protector: fair
but like
????
The Listener: I really don’t understand what you’re trying to get at there, Esther.
storm protector: why would she buy TICKETS on a BOAT to get somwhere in a hurry??
like those things are slow af
why not plane???
why not phone first??
sleepisfortheweak: listen if I dropped my shit and flew whenever I thought the twins were in danger, I’d never have got anythign done
Maybe she thought it wasn’t /that/ big a deal when she set out? The world will never know
storm protector: we might if morgan ANSWERED
18:08
storm protector: also neither of the twins defending themselves??? iconic
elephant that forgets: sorry, Arlette can’t come to the phone right now
storm protector: what
elephant that forgets: because she’s dead.
storm protector: ...
The Plan™: It’s true, I saw it happen.
Shot through the heart by her own mother.
Actual Dad™: Truly dramatic.
She keeled over at the table. In the middle of eating, of all things.
PI Sleuth: That may have been a little bit drastic.
storm protector: and u didnt get a video
for shame
Sunshine Child: We’re eating! it would’ve been rude
storm protector: buddy, so’s using ure phone at the table in general
AND YET
sleepisfortheweak: it’s ok, I’m on good terms with Diaval, I’ll just let him know to resurrect her
Don’t think there’ll be that much change tbh
elephant that forgets: it’s ok, I can perform my masterpiece for you later
that was just the dress rehearsal, I’ll polish it for when we meet back up
also @cap fuckin’ ouch
sleepisfortheweak: hey I care
I could’ve just left you in the dirt
a corpse before your time
dead before your parents
how could you do that to us
elephant that forgets: but instead
you sell me out to the god of vampires
also you killed me??? so like I don’t think you have a leg to stand on
sleepisfortheweak: well, if it works
10:43
[nope set her name to hot shit]
hot shit: @esther, league right?
we’re coming in
storm protector: kk
ruins? or just
hot shit: nah bro clearly right in the centre of the champions room
what do you take us for
storm protector: morgan???
quit stealing phones dammit
hot shit: really?
you think this is him?
I am /hurt/
what kinda son of a snack do u think I am
storm protector: so thats Kari then
suddenly everything makes sense
hot shit: yeah ya mom thought id be more sensible than him
The Listener: More fool her, then.
hot shit: absolutely
storm protector: get out of
The Plan™: if you all kick back there for a while, we’re making our way over
storm protector: *out by the ruins
@Keone, Storm still has to do the league anyhow
The Plan™: By which I mean that our tour has its finale at the league in a couple or so days, which seems like a fitting end to this whole mess
[sleepisfortheweak set her name to sleepforaweek]
sleepforaweek: catch you in my dreams
or nigHTMARES
elephant that forgets: listen if you sleep lightly enough to be woken by chat noises, you should maybe
mute the chat?
sleepforaweek: I appreciate that you thought I was asleep
elephant that forgets: just a suggestion like
Actual Dad™: Or you could turn your phone off
sleepforaweek: these are sensible suggestions
that I am going to continue ignoring
y’all aint the boss of me
storm protector: *yaint
sleepforaweek: See, you get me
Esther’s my favourite
storm protector: hot shit
hot shit: you called?
(Aurora, btdubs)
Sunshine Child: That was a little bit creepy
please don’t
hot shit: couldn’t resist
but really @tooth we’ve arrived
21:03
rip in pieces: fuck it’s good to have my phone back
wait
why is that my name
storm protector: bc u were dead to us
obviously
The Listener: It’s good to have you back properly, Morgan
storm protector: until ure next fuckery, at least
rip in pieces: did you miss the part where that wasnt my fault?
storm protector: idk did u miss the part where i didnt care
Sunshine Child: ouch
rip in pieces: ilu tooth
ilu all
storm protector: thats sweet
whos got ure phone now?
is that scruff has he learned to type
ilu scruff!!!!
rip in pieces: Why can I not profess my love for my family
Whomst I have not seen in a couple of weeks
Why can I not do that? Why must my identity be questioned?
Why do you not believe that this is me, that this is who I am?
storm protector: cap needs to teach me how her eyebrow trick
hang on
The Listener: What is going on?
[selfie style pic of Esther and Morgan; Morgan (still in his aether uniform, hair teased out of its usual ringlets and only sort of tied back) trying to look disgruntled but failing as Esther (in a tank top that says “I flexed so hard the sleeves fell off”, with bright orange hair, her right eye beginning to swell) sprawls across his chest, clearly trying to be in the way as much as possible, grinning wildly]
storm protector: i just had to give summer The Eyebrow in person
but actually it was him, so now were bonding
rip in pieces: oh yes Tooth, you are the best and I love you and this bonding is simply the best you must never bdsfljsf
The Listener: So I’m going back to my book.
Sunshine Child: g’night! I have a level to complete
01:17
[rip in pieces set his name to a gift]
a gift:
sleepforaweek
: Get your arse to sleep, you must be shattered
a gift: aye cap, I’m going
01:55
sleepforaweek: I’m glad you’re all safe, though
Thanks for making this chat, Esther
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Honestly i wish i knew whats going on with emery too. I feel like shes simply just a nasty person with no personal baggage. People like that exist - amii
PEOPLE LIKE THAT EXIST .... and i love that abt her i never want that to change .... But despite that I Just Keep Thinking abt what kind of person a sour nature like that would create...
UGH it's not your fault that i wrote paragraphs musing abt ur oc Emery . I just have a lot of thoughts . I'm like ... a fan. These are my fandom thoughts . IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT .. if u read it tho tell me ur thoughts bc you know emery more than i do obviously . IDK WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT but i say it anyway. Welcome to the shitshow
A lot of the time ppl perform behaviors bc of a root emotional cause but maybe it's reversed w Emery. She's already naturally a c*nt, she's stubborn, she's conceited, she's belligerent, she's inconsolable, she's egotistical; she always thinks she's right and always thinks that everyone is wrong; she refuses to change and learn and grow, and she refuses to believe that other people may be right sometimes and that they have their own valid feelings.
And's that's so funny she's so full of hubris im not advocating that that ever changes ever....I'm not even gonna say how there probably are a lot of things in her upbringing that shaped her nastiness .... bc i dont really care at all of that for her idk...she's not real.... But I do keep thinking abt what a nature like that would do to a person .
She has no close friends bc she drives them off and bc she needs to be better than everyone. She probably just believes that that's how life works; I don't know if she knows what real comradery feels like, what playful fraternizing is.
By nature she never admits fault and always pushes the blame onto someone else; this means that she never has to reconcile with shame or guilt or embarrassment. This creates a person who CAN'T reconcile with those things, she never built a tolerance, no idea how to even begin handling that. If she's always right why would she feel shame? And in the instance that she does something regrettable - If she's always right then why would she do something that causes shame? That's just not in line with her self image at all. Was is someone else's fault, or is she a powerful individual with deliberate volition? If she's always right, how does she address real internal confliction? If she rationalizes it all away at the first hint of self-doubt, then how long can she actually tolerate a healthy amount of shame when it arises?
I think it was brought up before but maybe not that while she's stubborn, she Will change her opinion if it keeps her in the right. So like if she does something unwonted or that would put her in the losing end of the argument, she will change her tune in order to preserve herself. That fluidity is more sustainable and realistic then being one way and always one way, but that two-facedness WILL drive everyone away and will weaken the stability of the hill she's trying to die on.
BUT EVEN WITH THAT FLUIDITY OF VALUES, If she's hellbent on being right all of the time and asserting herself first, then there's never room for honest listening and mindful growth. So she's essentially been climbing through the multitudes of life as one shape. Awful. She must feel like a lobster stuck in its own shell but she wouldn't know enough to know it. She never introspects enough to realize when she changes her opinions and when she doesn't, much less notice when the person she is now just isnt working. Doesn't she get bored of that? Does she ever want something different?
If she did begin to tire of herself, how would she rationalize that? What would it look like?
If she did want something different, would she get it, and then change her tune to match? Where are her limits? Is she just a shifting morph of desires? I mean that's a valid philosophy abt humans, that everything abt us is just the result of desires. But Emery definitely acts like she's solid and that she knows best and that she's reliable, unlike some other snakes in her life, an that incongruity is noticeable.
Even if she's full of self-serving fire by nature, I keep thinking about how she's a mean angry person STILL ... at her age... like she never mellowed out... never stopped putting her fire out there....like it never really got out there. Was never really heard? Never really got to burn? Does she crave vindication? Is there an ounce of something sympathetic in her character? What sort of reverence and attention does she need that she hasn't already bullied her way into getting?
I know she's incredibly self-serving, but has she ever shown herself sensitivity? I don't think she knows what tough love is when it comes to herself. It seems she gives herself everything she wants, all the rights to argue and to stand her ground, but never the softhearted consideration of how she's a multifaceted individual, and never the forgiveness after a healthy amount of self-doubt.
IDK. But I do keep thinking about the idea that the human brain can only put off something for so long. For example people can repress things for a long time or overwork themselves for a long time but there will be a point where their subconscious snaps and demands to be heard . That's when ppl have breakdowns, and they can be out of commission for years; it's an incredibly tough state to be in.
and idk I Keep Thinking abt how Emery cannot be so stubborn and insensitive forever something has GOT to happen at some point. She wouldn't listen to external forces, something inside has got to shift .. she's got to start reconciling with SOMETHING .. she's a grown ass adult she cant play the fool and play the victim forever .. she cant pretend she doesnt know the push and pull of life.... nobody is really THAT dense are they ?
IDK !!! I think I'm just approaching this at the completely wrong angle. She probably gives a little and then just reclimbs the podium to where it had shifted to; she has a superiority complex that really isn't that complex; she doesn't like to share her victories like how Quinn doesn't like to share her prey; she's of a generation; she's not interested in learning new things or changing her ways; she's a c*nt and that's FINE. Ughhhhhhh . She's on her way out anyway . Thanks for the homophobic papa louie oc . Gives me smth to rant abt . THANKS. Bye
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Lol I know absolutely no one asked but here I am, arbitrarily ranking Kid Krow songs because this is a music blog now apparently and it’s my favorite album so far this year. Feel free to shoot me an ask for any elaboration or other opinions lol. Sorry for the long post. I would add a keep reading but I’m on mobile and the mobile app is somehow worse than the website. I’m also not tagging this so if this gets notes it’s not my fault. Also I’m editing the post em to say that I think this whole album is amazing and it pains me not giving every album a 10/10 bc they’re all so good
Comfort Crowd - 11/10
One of the best album intros I’ve heard compared to other albums I like. It means a lot to me and is overall a really easy song to listen to in basically any mood but is a great pick me up I think it also has one of my favorite lines on the album “you say through a sigh that I said that line already”
Wish You Were Sober - 8/10
A fun song to listen, has some solid lines. Not very relatable in my experiences but that’s also not the point lol. Favorite line(s): “knees weak, but you talk pretty fly, wow” “gettin’ good start saying gotta bounce”
Maniac - 8/10
One word titles are always fun but also -2 for some ableist language. Ik that’s not always at the top of Woke Cultures to do list but it’s a real problem and provides for some cringe vernacular choices sometimes. Overall it’s a pretty good song and is definitely one of the best on the album that’s playable even outside of the album/to people who arent into Conan. Conan apparently describes it as an “upbeat bedroom pop banger” according to genius which I guess, yeah, but what a way to describe a song. Favorite line: “we had magic, but you made it tragic”
(Online Love) - 9/10
First interlude if the album which is very exciting. Very cool idea to say that he thinks this love could be more if it were in person which translates well into current scenarios. Has a really cool guitar pattern and a nice ending. -1 bc it’s 30 seconds long favorite line: “I can’t help but imagine what maybe could’ve happened if we weren’t just an online love”
Checkmate - 10/10
Ik this was released pre-Kid Krow but god it’s one of his best songs and I’m so glad it made it on the album. It’s just got such a good energy about it and I always love chess analogies. And Ik Kid Krow Isnt a concept album by any means but I love the story arc going on of finally catching on. Favorite line(s) “cry me a river till you drown in the lake” “holding your hand but in the other one, baby I’m holding a loaded gun”
(I wrote parts for the cut that always bleeds and fight or flight and then accidentally deleted them so rip me sorry if they’re a lil short/less in depth)
The Cut That Always Bleeds - 8/10
It’s overall a great song and is really emotional but -2 bc I ugly cry to this song and get asked if I’m okay a lot lol favorite lines: “I don’t love you anymore” a pretty line that I adore”
“Can’t life another minute bleeding from my back cause I don’t have another one for you to stab”
Fight or Flight - 11/10
What a song. There’s not a lot I can say other than that it’s literally one of the greatest songs I’ve ever heard. It’s got some of the most genius song writing that I’ve heard on an album in a while. Also when I was learning to drive with my Nana i had a playlist that would go from Comfort Crowd to Fight or Flight which is an experience I recommend everyone have at least once in their life. My only criticism of this song is that it’s perception of cheating is a lil Disney-channel-esque” which maybe doesn’t make sense and also I’m fairly certain that he writes from personal experience and who am I to say he can’t write what he wants lmao.Favorite line(s) “id rather lie than tell you I’m in love with you” (one of my favorite lines EVER) “they also didn’t know that our lover loved us both.
Affluenza - 7/10
A fun song but is kind of a lot in my opinion and seems vaguely out of touch. However I do agree with the overall sentiment of eating the rich (also if you’re a trinkets fan I think this is a good song for an Elodie playlist or maybe even Tabitha depending on the perspective.) although I will say it’s a really good take on the idea of affluenza as a concept. favorite line “give me none of your affluenza”
(Can We Be Friends) - 6/10
Ik it’s an interlude so it’s kind of the point but definitely a skip most of the time even though I think the line “if anybody fucks with you I’ll knock their teeth out” gods hard. I just think one minute is a really weird time frame for a song. Sub one minute is just short enough to want more and 1:30 and perfectly acceptable for a song but one minute is v awkward
Heather - 10/10
Not amount elaboration would ever be able to perfectly encapsulates how gorgeous the idea of this song is. This idea that you wish you wish you could be someone else because you feel that this other person is otherworldly and is more deserving of the person you love. That feeling is gut wrenching. Favorite line “why would you ever kiss me, I’m not even half as pretty”
Little League - 5/10
I’m so sorry it’s just such a skip. I don’t know why but I can’t listen to this song. It reminds me of a big time rush song for some reason which isn’t a bad thing but every time I try to listen to it I think about how I think it’s a btr copy 😭 also when I do listen to it makes me cry a lot and yearning for a youth that I let waste away and I hate feeling actual feelings so minus points for that. Favorite line “when we were younger we wore our hearts out on our sleeve, why did we ever have to leave? Little league” I think it’s my favorite bc it can be interpreted in a couple of ways and I’m too tired to get into it rn
The Story - 10/10
Simple. Beautiful. One of the first Conan songs I heard. My friend was a huge Conan fan and so I listened to a couple songs like generation why and crush culture but she saw him in concert b4 kid Krow was released and took a video of The Story and I absolutely fell in love. The first time I heard it I sobbed. This idea of paralleling a bunch of failed loves and friendships in order to justify why you think yours will work is so cool and I love it a lot. Favorite line “I’m afraid that’s just the way the world works but I think that it could work for you and me.
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ware 2 start - at the beginning - i gess that b light - no word was - anyway bae not that far back maybe
its not even late - yet - but fuck the day is long - and wat the fuck is wrong w boring i ask u for a change
this is - tho not apparent - speeking of parents - some ppl should never have children or even b allowed to b around them - this is a watchamacallit to quote liam - a post mortem of my performance - yah
ok i know - i start w crying onna bus on the way to madrone - im tawking streaming down my face and snot coming out no tissue - im ok lest a bit a little maudlin since the heart attack - lets chalk it up to but theres always more to the story - wait isnt the picture that meets the i and i - therz a rasta but that is another story
a chill eve - im wishing someone would come perform w me - its more fun - tho there is a satisfaction to sitting down alone with an instrument and voice - didnt bring efx - pouring heart and soul out of voice and fingers - prob the vocal performance of my life - on mic mostly and for t belting it out and - oh yah the bus - so i “wrote “ a song - just using standard blues form and a handful of words - and fuck yah i play it - specially cuz the 3 performers in front of me had every gadget known - loopers efx drum beats - looped handclaps even - i awmost add ffs but ppl duz the best they can - maybe im jealous cuz tech hate me - plug straight in pa my guitar - nothing hiding the sound or mistakes - the begiining - tho envision fast - i decide to bring it on down for a minute imma john lee hooker low chill dirty blues - i even get distortion idk how but sometimes blondie my guitar is magic
yah vita didnt make it - nbd except and thats another story and not mine to tell - fam sux sometime tho
played hurts to liv cuz theres no guitar ego innit - i actually have solos worked out for when theres 2 guitars or at least another instrument - finished w crash and burn cuz havent played it in long time - missed a few chords - 1 at a time - actually i kept omitting 1 - played seamless thru the mistakes mostly i think - and sloppy vicious grunge not quite solos but noisy walls for sure
newsflash - photo of 2 smiling teens appraised at 1 million words and priceless
it wuz john lennon primal during janov - im empathing pain from everywhere lately - thank gawdess’s green and other and grace from so many
during parts of days - i feel it - grace good wishes hope strength and yah love - lots of it from tumblr theres more ppl on tumblr who really know me than in 3d but that number keeps growing - i send same in every birdsong daily and more often
its a different magic - completely solo - cuz 1 exponentialed to infinity is always 1 - exponentialed should b a wurd btw imo
i could hear the ppl tawking while i wuz playing - during the quiet parts - it didnt bother me might even have inspired just a bit - and we all do it and dont mean - a word exchanged - a hi turns into conversation - sometimes about how much we like a performer - i dont take it personal 2 much anymore well maybe for a moment
fuck its late now how the fuck that happen - late dinner endless laundry - i got to get at least fuck all done on the occasion - thot i b in bed by 1 but u know wat they say about shit
no imma not gonna end a poem w shit
a fuck maybe lol u know i mean fuck yah
no not that kind but that b ok i gess if i wuznt so tired - and the unpoet asleep and exhausted
too fukken much tmi t ffs
lets seee
oh
theres a kitty ( again thank gawd in all her their watever manifestations at best poorly understood and yah maybe a delusion but tbh i dont have that much problem w delusions that are filled w love which the same say delusion as well if not a psychosis - or is that only romantic love - fuck t it too late for religious speculation about - well
anything
t - the kitty
ty
she is a good one
always
love
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Dom VS Sub Haechan
These are just opinions, i’d be curious to hear you guys opinions :)
I believe haechan could be a dom or sub tbh.
WARNING: NSFW CONTENT!
Just a lil something i wrote during English Class~
Dominant Haechan:
Welp, we all know Donghyuck LOVES to tease the fuck outta the NCT members, so why would it be any different with you? Except, it’s the sexual type of teasing.
He’s overstimulate you to the point that you’d lose your senses, and he’d actually enjoy it.
I kinda believe Donghyuck is a bit of a sadist, but would love it even more if you fought back at him.
Like by grinding on him, biting his ear, etc.
DAMN GIRL GET UR PUSSY READY CAUSE HE BOUTTA POUND YOU FOR EVEN TURNING HIM ON A LITTLE BIT.
Would be super cocky in bed, probably to lighten up the mood. I think he’d be into dirty talk, personally.
Think Haechan would enjoy dominating you, and maybe might use something to tie your hands with, but would NEVER let his tendencies get the best of him; he never wanted to hurt you.
Although he appeared as a hard dom at first, throughout sex he will repeatedly ask you if he’s doing okay, and you’d reassure him. He gets insecure pretty often, so pls look after him ;-;
THIGH RIDINGGGGG. He loves to see you reach your high on his thigh, and usually this is accompanied by some degrading, only if you were fine with it though.
Hmm…As for your lingerie, Donghyuck would adore you in something cute, maybe frilly? But that’s just my opinion. I don’t think he’s much of a boobs or ass guy though, he’s waaay too focused on your cutie face tbh. Especially when you’d orgasm, and scream his name. That alone would be enough to make him cum right there.
Oh another thing is that he’d love it when he’d fuck you so hard, and your nails would rake down his sensitive back. He’d be so fucking proud. Like “LOOK WHAT MY JAGIYA DID, ISNT SHE AMAZINGGGG~” He gonna tease you for that though. And will 10/10 tease you for moaning, although he’d find it adorable.
Oof not to mention the hickies he’d leave on you. Bites EVERYWHERE! Especially your collarbones and neck. Don’t expect to wear any revealing clothing for the next idk how many days.
Submissive Haechan:
No joke, although I believe Haechan is a sadist, he’s also a masochistic fuck. He obviously enjoys teasing people to the point where they’d SNAP, and take it out on him.
You knew he secretly enjoyed it.
You’d punish him whenever he stepped out of line, just like he’d punish you sometimes. One of his fantasies is him being tied up, with you between his thighs, teasing him relentlessly, and making him orgasm again and again until he was drained dry. Maybe he’d be blindfolded too.
Kiss his thighs and stomach a lot. He’s always been slightly insecure, so make sure to give his entire body attention. Leave hickies on his thighs the most. Plus, caress his face, and his skin in general. He’s proud of his tan skin and would be even happier to see you love it too.
He’s basically a bratty sub. He will beg and moan for hours to get what he wants, but would regret it as soon as you began teasing him even more, begging for you to let him release.
Probably calls you Mommy in a joking sort of way, which would kill the mood. And if you dared blush he’d turn back to cocky Haechan and change positions. Like if you show any signs of submission, your time of being a dom is up girl.
Doesn’t like cockwarming. He just wants the two of you to move, especially when he’s so worked up.
On the other hand, Donghyuck enjoys sweet, soft sex with you after a long day of practice, when he can’t really move well, and is tired.
You take care of him so well, and would pepper him with kisses while straddling him before moving slowly. It’d be so relaxing for him.
I think your sex schedule would be all around the place. He’s very busy promoting with NCT (after he gets better, poor baby) and doesn’t see you for weeks sometimes. So those nights spent together are cherished.
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It’s time Thomas stops running
A/N: Hey so I got inspired randomly and wrote this. I’m not even sure if this is cannonly how it went down in the au but I was thinking of Spiderverse’s Peter and how he was scared to have kids with MJ, so he ran. Again not sure if this is something Thomas would actually do or not but idk. Also, I just realized this is my first fic with the perspective of Thomas! Would you look at that! Hopefully, I got MJ’s character right XD
Spiderverse Au belongs to @sugarglider9603 and @ask-spiderverse-virgil
summary: Thomas ran. He's run before and now he’s doing it again. He can’t help it, but last time...last time it ended a friendship. A relationship. And now he’s worried that once again he’ll ruin it. Can one of his sons calm him down enough to face his fears? Or will he run until he can’t run anymore... and find that once again he is alone?
WC: 2,49
ships: uuhhh idk what the ship name for Thomas and MJ is so yeah, Platonic LAMP, mentions of RED
warnings: Crying, hurt/comfort, mentions of anxiety attacks, mentions of breakup,
Tag List: @punsterterry @frostedlover @stormcrawler75 @mutechild @mycatshuman @panicattheeverywhere15 @thewinterbookqueen @analogical-mess @saddestlittlebabe
Oh, he screwed up, he screwed up badly. Now he’s screwed up a lot of things in his life. Let’s…not go down that gigantic list. The point is right here, right now, he messed up. And he’s not sure if he can fix it this time.
It’s been an issue for a while now if he had to be honest. It’s why his previous boyfriend broke up with him really. But recently it was brought up again and he’s not ready to face it yet again. He’s just not. Sure he has more of a support group going for him this time. But that just means there is more on the line.
More to be scared about. More to worry.
What is the thing he’s oh so worried about?
MJ wants to have a kid.
Now, now, he knows what you’re thinking. Oh, won’t that be good? That would mean taking it to the next step right? MJ loves you that much that he wants to share the love you two have.
That’s not the point.
The point is…is that he’s Spiderman. He’s a hero.
Which means he has a lot of villains that would love to hurt him and anybody he cares about. Also…hes not sure he’s ready for that.
If he had to be honest with himself…he's scared. Scared that he won’t make a good father. Scared that he screwed it up and hurts the kid or MJ, even more than he has right now of course. Scared that this kid would be dragged into his problems. Scared for so so many things.
He’s not sure he can take that on.
Now, of course, he does have well, sort of, four kids now. But he’s trained them well they know how to handle themselves if push comes to shove. But this kid? This kid would be defenseless. This kid won’t know anything about defending itself. MJ, on the other hand, …well he’s MJ he knows full well how to take care of himself. But would he be able to defend their kid if something happens and he can’t get there in time?
He’s not sure…
Now he is not doubting MJ at all. He is strong. Stronger than Thomas could ever dream of being. He has dealt with so much over his life that it puts Thomas’s life to shame. That’s not his worry his worry is the fact that his enemies are supervillains which means they have powers.
No matter how strong MJ is he isn’t superpowered strong.
And heaven forbid if something happens to MJ and their kid? Oh… He doesn’t know if he can take it. It would crush him. Worse than losing the kiddos. Worse than losing himself. He just…can't do that. He can’t risk that.
So what did he do? He ran.
Just like the last time this happened. He ran with his tail between his legs and didn’t look back.
Go on you can say it, he knows it, he’s a coward. A coward that is too scared to face the music. A coward who always runs. A coward who can’t even face his emotions. All he does is run. Run from bad guys. Run from love. Run from a slim chance at a happy life for him. Run from a family.
The last guy he was with…didn’t like that. He didn’t like that he ran and kept running. No… He got tired eventually and kissed their relationship goodbye.
That’s what’s gonna happen with the two right? MJ will realize he is tired of running after him, tired of making sacrifices for a guy that’s not worth the trouble, and finally, move on. Maybe it’s for the best… Maybe…this love thing won’t work out, in the end, no matter what he does…
Yeah… Maybe not…
Thomas glanced down to his phone with another sigh, the same ringtone he has for MJ filling the night air. He breathed out as he ran a hand through his hair and looked back out to the city lights, ignoring it.
Eventually, he’ll get tired of chasing after him…
Eventually-
“There you are.”
With dark, tired, almost teary eyes he looked over his shoulder to see the familiar figure of a white dressed teen with his hoodie up… Virgil…
Maybe he’ll get tired of him eventually too, right?
Maybe he’ll realize he isn’t such a good mentor or dad figure… Maybe they all will realize that someday. Cause that’s what he is… A disappointment.
“Dude? Dude, Earth to Thomas.”
Thomas jumped as he blinked and suddenly Virgil was a lot closer than before but he still kept his distance, thankfully. Slowly Virgil smiled and walked closer to him, and even more slowly took a seat beside him his feet dangling off the edge.
And with that, he took off his mask letting the hood fall down and looked over to Thomas with a small smile his hair all over the place and a worried look in his dark brown eyes, “What’s up, dad? MJ is pretty worried after you stormed off. Well, actually that’s an understatement more like frantically calling between all our phones and yelling our ears off when we pick up.”
His heart pricked with worry and anger at himself at hearing how frantic MJ is. He’s never like that even when he isn’t home after a few nights…
Yeah… A runner…
“It’s just…” He sighed and looked back towards the city breathing in and out. Virgil was silent as he gathered up his thoughts. Thankfully he didn’t look at him as he did so simply looking out at the city as well. They sat there for a few minutes enjoying the silence. Until Thomas broke it again.
“You know I love you guys right?”
“Yeah? Like kids yes we know.”
“Do… Do you know why I broke it off with my last boyfriend?”
“He wasn’t good enough for you?”
“No… No that wasn’t it… Not at all…”
He took a shaky breath. Guess he’ll have to actually say it. He’s never really talked about this, not to a single soul…
“The reason was…he wanted to have kids… A-And I got scared. I got scared cause I knew the risks and I wasn’t ready. I’m still not…”
“And MJ wanted that? To have kids?”
“Yeah… That’s what he wanted to talk about. He thought we could adopt. Even showed me some pictures of these cute kids from that nice orphanage but it just… I’m still not ready, Virgil. I don’t think I’ll ever be. And that’s not fair for MJ. He deserves better he deserves-”
“Now I’m gonna stop you right there, dad.”
The serious tone of the teen made Thomas whip towards him. He’s never heard Virgil this serious before. And oh boy the spark that went through the kid's eyes. Yep, he’s deadly serious.
“First off, self-deprecation is my thing. Don’t go stealing my thing. Second off, this is MJ. He will understand more than you know trust me, okay? He’s not like the last guy. If you are serious about never wanting kids MJ will never leave you just for that, you got it? MJ isn’t like that and never will be. Third off, who says you won’t be a good dad? I mean you have four teens right? And yes,” He cut off Thomas as he opened his mouth, “with you being a superhero and everything there are even more risks. But honestly… Thomas,” His eyes grew teary at this one and he breathed out.
“You are the best dad anybody can ask for. You are the best boyfriend anybody can ask for. Most importantly,” He paused at this and smiled reaching forward to touch Thomas’s leg, “You are the best friend anybody could ask for.”
Oh… Oh dear…
Before Thomas could even help it or realize what he was doing he started crying hard. Tears tore down his cheeks. And before he could stop himself he lunged at Virgil his arms wrapping around the thin male as he sobbed harshly.
“There, there dad. It’s gonna be alright. Oh and I forgot to mention, this kid, they won’t have just you and MJ protecting them. They will have all four of us, I’m sure even Dolion, Remy, and Emile, will be on their asses if they so much as touch your kid. Understand?”
That made Thomas cry even harder. All his fears all his worries Virgil just presented on the table and he cleared through every one of them. He didn’t know where his son got so intelligent but oh boy was it something. Even he was impressed…
Yeah… He was impressed with his son.
They spent what felt like hours up on that tall building the background of the city and his cries the only thing that filled the air. Virgil holding him the entire time even rocking them gently and playing with Thomas' hair to ground him… Just like what he does during one of Virgil’s attacks…
Until finally his sobs quieted down until it was just hiccups. Very slowly he started breathing back to his normal self again.
“You okay there?”
“Y-Yeah… Sorry for crying on you.”
“Hey, 'tis payback for all the times I’ve cried on you. So we’re good now.”
Thomas chuckled as he drew away from their hug grimacing as he saw all the tears and snot on Virgil’s outfit, “Sorry about that. I’ll do the laundry this time.”
Virgil looked down and chuckled waving his hand, “No, it’s fine dad. I’m serious. Also, your laundry detergent isn’t very good anyways. I’ll take at least three loads to get this out if I leave it to you.”
“Yep… Sounds about right,” He laughed as he wiped his eyes then sighed again.
“Thank you, Virge… For all of that… It meant a lot to me.”
“Yeah, sure whatever. Don’t tell Roman I got all sentimental I’ll never hear the end of it. Now,” He put back on his mask as he stood up. Thomas glanced up to see him extending a hand and though he couldn’t see his lips he could tell he was smiling.
With his own smile, he took it and stood up.
“You have a boyfriend to talk to,” And with that, he did his signature two-fingered wave and ran off the side of the building. Thomas watched as he slingshotted through the night air.
He supposes he does…
With new found energy in his eyes, he put on his mask and started making his way towards MJ's place. Though before he does he's got to make one detour…
Once he got to his door he breathed out a nervous breath. Would MJ be angry at him for just leaving quickly like that? Would he forgive him for just bailing? Oh, maybe this was a mistake… Maybe-
The door opened and his heart skipped a beat as he saw the familiar orange curls and his freckled face, though his heart stopped for a completely other reason when he saw the tear stains going down that same freckled cheeks.
“Thomas! Oh god. I was so worried,” And before Thomas could even take a breath again he was practically tackled to the floor in a hug and his eyes pricked with tears once again, “Don’t ever do that again! I thought you were mad at me! Or worse that you got hurt somewhere since you weren’t answering any of our calls. Oh god were you hurt? Please tell me you weren’t hurt. Oh god-”
“MJ. MJ, I’m fine I promise,” Thomas chuckled.
“Good… Okay… You don’t look like your injured… Yeah…” Now he was backing up from the hug tears still coming down. Then he huffed and smacked his arm playfully and gently.
“Ow! What was that for?”
“For making me worry you selfish little prick! I thought you were angry at me and never coming back. God… Thomas, I thought I would never see you again…”
And if that didn’t break Thomas' heart he didn’t know what would. He felt like his heart was bleeding as he gulped.
“Well… Virgil helped me… And… We have something to discuss… Well, a lot of things but first…” He showed the huge flower bouquet that was hidden behind his back, it was covered with different colors of roses. All the colors of the rainbow. He smiled as he waited for the others reaction as he mumbled, “This is for making you worried. I’m sorry.”
MJ gasped loudly and started crying even harder which caused Thomas to suddenly get worried all over again.
“No, wait! You're not supposed to cry! Why are you crying? Do you not like it? I can return it! I just thought-”
“Shut up you gay disaster and kiss me.”
“Wait what-”
Before he could finish his sentence lips smacked against his with a loud thud noise. Thomas slowly closed his eyes as he wrapped his arms around MJs waist. They leaned into each other as the kiss ticked by. And slowly all the tension and nervousness that engulfed Thomas bones just a moment ago evaporated just like that. MJ wasn’t mad with him.
He came chasing after him…
And just as soon as the kiss started it ended and they both looked at each other their eyes sparkling with energy for each other. And they smiled and giggled.
“Okay, pretty boy get inside so we can talk and so I can put these roses in a vase. I’m sure the neighbors would love to hear more of our little conversation.”
“Yeah… That sounds lovely.”
With that MJ took Thomas free hand and led him inside. They certainly did have a lot to talk about, but Thomas wasn’t as scared or worried about it as before. He felt a certain calm through his body as he stepped into the house and closed the door.
Yeah...He's not running again.
“Did he go in?”
“Yes, Roman, he went in.”
“He did? Yay! I was so worried about him.”
“Yes, Pat you won’t shut up about it. Can we please get out of this bush now? Roman, you are on top of me.”
“Oh, hush nerd. You complain too much.”
“Now now boys don’t argue. Yes, Lo-Lo we can leave now.”
“Thank god.”
As the two teens left one grumbling while the other yelled at him the pastel wearing teen paused in his tracks.
“Virge?”
“Yeah?”
“Nice work. I knew you could do it.”
“Thanks, Pat.”
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Steve Rogers x Reader Part 2
Request/Summary: This is a second part. The link isnt working, but the title is just Steve Rogers x reader and it uses the same gif
Warnings: Light swearing (I think once)
A/n: Thanks to @flowersinmyachinglungs @theonelittleone @halfpasttheworst @njayfbi and @sparklydeanclampalace for requesting a part 2. Thanks to @endgameendsme for the original request!
Genre: (Sort of) angst, then fluff
The next few days were damn near impossible.
You worked a minimum-wage job at your local coffee shop. Unfortunately, it wasn't your moms local coffee shop, which meant a 30 minute commute to work each morning. Which meant you were burning more gas, and to be frank, you didn't have enough money to burn more gas.
One of your best friends had a massive crush on Steve, which meant that after your 30 minute commute to work, you had to deal with "Captain America this! Captain America that!"
On top of all of that, since that night, you hadn't heard a word from Steve. He had begged you to come back, apologized, all on the night of the big fight. Then he stopped texting. Which, I guess you couldn't be upset at him for, considering you hadn't sent him a single text, either.
"(Y/n). (Y/n)! Are you listening to me?"
You snapped out of your daze, and turned to your friend, smiling, sheepishly. "I'm sorry?"
She just rolled her eyes and shoved you, playfully. "Next customers yours, just because you weren't listening to me."
"Actually," You retorted, "The next customer's mine because my shift just started."
You went to the front of the line and smiled at the customer who was there. A man with long brown hair, sad looking eyes, and a tired smile.
"Good morning, how can I help you?" You asked, with a rather forced smile.
"Uh, I'll get a black medium coffee."
"Great! Could I get a name for the order?"
The man shuffled his feet nervously. "Bucky." He said.
That name... Sounded familiar, but you couldn't quite place it.
You wrote the name on the cup, forced your smile back on and said, "Great, we'll let you know when it's ready!"
You were just about to move on when Bucky spoke up again. "Are you... Are you (Y/n)?"
You turned to face Bucky, no longer smiling, just sort of shocked. You didn't have a nametag, so you had no idea how this guy knew your name.
"That is me." You said, a bit nervous, hoping that he wasn't a New-York attacking alien or something.
"Steve asked me to give you this." He murmured, awkwardly holding out an envelope.
The name. That's where you recognized the name. Steve used to talk about Bucky.
You took the envelope and stared at Steve's handwriting.
(Y/n)
You tucked it into your pocket, and muttered a "Thank you" before moving on to the next customer.
You didn't bother reading the letter until you got home - or, I guess, until you got to your mom's home.
You were sitting on your childhood bed, staring at the letter, before, with shaking hands, you opened it. You hoped it wasn't some "Never Talk To Me Again" note. You hoped it was a "I'll Be At This Location At This Time, Let's Work Through This Problem" note
Dear (Y/n)
I'm sure you've pieced together who's writing this note. Truth is, I don't entirely know what I'm going to say in this note. Here's what I do know:
Your mom's house is thirty minutes from your work
You've still been paying your half rent for our house (Not that it's been more than a month)
And you've likely been paying some form of taxes to stay with your mom
I'm just going to say it, I want you to move back into our apartment. It's closer to your work, it's cheaper, etc. etc.
I'll be moving in with Stark for a while. Of course, I'll still pay my half of the rent.
And (Y/n), that thing I said... It's not true. People do care about you.
Love,
Steve
You should probably sit back and be content with that. Steve is stubborn and you're probably not going to get a better apology.
But here's the thing; You wanted a better apology.
You whipped out your phone and scrolled down to Steve in your contacts, then pressed 'Text.'
That thing, Steve? That thing? You said you don't care about me. You said no one does! You don't get to just call it 'That thing', because 'That thing' was a pretty big thing! You don't get to let yourself have any sort of excuse to say it, you don't get to adjust your words to feel less shitty, you don't get to justify it, and I'm going to need a damn better apology than "It's not true"
You set your phone down and tried not to cry. It was less than a minute when your phone beeped again, with a message from Steve.
I see you got my note.
That just pissed you off more.
Was it that hard to ask for? An apology?
You felt tears forming inside of you, alongside another thought. You're being ridiculous. You're overreacting. Maybe what he said was true.
You tried taking deep breaths. In through your nose sort of thing. But when that didn't work, you just let yourself cry. You laid down on your bed, and you cried and cried and prayed that no one heard you.
And in the midst of your crying, you fell asleep.
The next morning, you checked your phone, hoping Steve bothered with an actual apology. Nope.
I'm out of the house. If you head there now, you won't see me.
At least there was that. You had been feeling very homesick.
It was Saturday, so there was also no work. There's your next bonus of the day.
By the time you had gotten your shit together, told your mom what was happening and actually got to the apartment, it was about 1:00 PM.
But it was nice to be home.
Steve had left the place in prime condition.
He had taken almost everything from his closet, except for one sweater, which you used to tease him relentlessly about. He used it as a disguise, to go out in public. But it didn't work, even a little bit.
A sad smile fell over your face, before you closed the closet.
The whole apartment smelled like him, and you felt another bout of crying coming on.
Determined not to cry again, you took a shower, instead.
Once clean, and smelling more like home than like your mom, you proceeded to curl up on Steve's side of the bed, breathing in his smell, pretending he was just out on a mission, not out avoiding you after your fight.
And that's how you spent your Saturday. And your Sunday. And pretty much all your free time the next week.
So, it wasn't surprising when you came home Friday to discover no remnants of his scent left. Instead, you buried yourself in his sweater.
And that's how you spent your Friday.
And that's how you intended to spend your Saturday.
It was 8:30 AM, you were up early, Steve's sweater on, reading a book, when there was a knock on the door.
You sighed, set the book down, and moved towards it, opening the door, full on expecting it to be some girl scout, or Mr. Peterson complaining about the noise or something.
Instead it was Steve.
It was Steve in a dress shirt, and dress pants, looking quite uncomfortable, with a black eye, holding a bouquet of flowers.
You guys stared at each other in silence for a few moments.
"Some guy was robbing some girl. Uh... the eye hurts, but it's the only blow he landed, and Doctor Strange said it should heal."
It took you a moment to realize what he did.
He told you he was okay.
He genuinely told you he was okay.
And not some brushaway comment to make you leave him alone.
He genuinely told you he was okay.
"Flowers?" You whispered, trying not to smile. Trying to remain stoic.
"It was Tony's idea... To let you know that I feel like- Oh um... I mean... I'm sorry. That I said no one cares about you. That I said I don't. It's not true and it was a horrible thing to say and... I'm sorry."
He was apologizing, too.
Actually apologizing.
Not trying to paint himself a hero, but apologizing.
There was a long pause, before he muttered, "Nice sweater."
"I put it on before I answered the door in hopes you wouldn't recognize me." You said, barely containing your smile, and still trying to be angry.
"Oh, my god." Steve muttered.
He slowly reached out his hand, and when you didn't stop him, he cupped your face, and smiled at you a bit.
"Do you want to come inside?" You finally asked.
He grinned a bit sheepishly. "Sure. I mean, afterall, I need to put these in water for when my partner comes home." He said, before pulling up your hood, and pretending not to recognize you.
"You're a dork." You muttered, stepping back so he could come in.
You closed the door behind him.
He picked out a vase, filled it up with water, set it on the table, and put the flowers in it.
Then, he turned to you.
So, yes. You meant to spend the day crying and wearing your boyfriend's sweater, but instead you spent the morning cuddling with your boyfriend and him forcing you to watch all the T.V. shows he started while living with Stark.
And then you talked about the argument and came to a fair conclusion.
Though, you forgave him, you were going to hold that sentence over his head for as long as he shall live.
Then you spent the afternoon wrapped in his arms.
And that's how you spent Sunday.
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How about the entirety of ten thirty p.m. because it's less than 500 words but also bc I'm too lazy to copy and paste on mobile
Peter comes home at half-past ten, scratching at the black, vein-like mark on his hand. He’s slumped by the wall, staring at his desk.
okay, I wanted, like, I thought maybe WHAT IF you could tell who didn’t make it in the snap.
what if.
what if it was a reminder of the ashes while we’re at it, because that’s already sad and I might as well.
so. craggy veins.
Homework.
Didn’t think he’d miss that.
peter’s a big nerd but even big nerds get tired sometimes and ESPECIALLY when he could be doing something more fun, like making new web formulas or annoying criminals. I felt like the mundane would be incredibly welcome after, y’know, dying,
May’s words from when he’d stopped by the hospital still ring in his ears, but everything’s still too foggy, too dusty in his brain.
my biggest mood is may working as a nurse of sorts
Bits and pieces floating around and refusing to string together.
I just kinda thought that this specific experience would make you kinda scatterbrained, just trying to wrap your head around what had happened
MJ and Ned stand in his doorway, Ned’s hands on MJ’s shoulder and arm.
She’s not pushing him away.
I am of the thought that mj is touch-starved but I am also of the thought that she’s picky about who she lets touch her and how often, so thinking of Ned, who I put down as a hecka hugger? she’s probably had times where she’s held him off.
but then stuff like dying happens, so
(He’s been going back and forth between wanting to take it off and thinking it’s the only thing keeping him solid, so he’d just.
Left it on.)
baby boy didn’t change when he got back and that suit was under the iron spider suit so of course
MJ’s mouth opens and closes in slow, uneven movements, but nothing comes out.
it’s like, she’s thinking. of something to say. because mj always has a very succinct response to things, and it’s always something that makes you think, but probably has truth to it
“You jumped off the bus,” she rasps.
an “I know” and “You died” in one
She stares at him and he stares at it and Ned doesn’t let go until she’s able to stand by herself.
ned is the best and that’s all.
jk, it’s because! ned’s like this stable rock okay. if the world ends and fate pulls these two apart, ned is their constant, he is their anchor. like, may is too, probs, but ned knew them both first, bantered with mj first. idk this isnt even an explanation anymore I just love ned ok bye thanks for coming to my ted talk
“I’m sorry,” Peter says.
famous last words (AYYYYYYYY)
but really, what else do you say? when you find out your bff knows about you being spider-man, and guessed you died while doing spidey things, and your name is peter parker???
He can’t move.
ever wanna comfort someone but you’re also hecka depressed? this. this is that.
It’s a bitter laugh that comes out of her. A pained, energy-sapped laugh as she ducks her head and wipes with that hand at her eyes and cheeks.
“Same,” MJ says quietly, sniffling. “Same, Peter.”
when u try not to cry cuz u don’t know why u cryin’
she’s apologizing for the world ending, and somewhere in there, half her head’s going like, “that doesn’t make sense, I couldn’t have stopped it” but the other half is still sorry anyway
It’s a long time before they can say anything else other than apologies.
It’s a long time before they realize they didn’t have to.
very much some weird offshoot of survivor’s guilt imo
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