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OnePiece x Y/N Secret Santa 2022!

💌 Sanji x reader for Wurm-food 💌

A/N: It’s finally time! Happy Holidays and Merry Christmas! I participated in the @onepiece-blorboexchange Haha yes it’s me unveiled! I, am your secret Santa @wurm-food , it’s been me all along! (FixedSpeech is my alt lol) I lowkey stalked your blog and was inspired to write this after I had already drawn up the sketch so you technically get 2 presents! I might have gotten a little carried away but I hope you enjoy them! Also small world I read your fic “Set Ablaze” on Ao3 a back in October 😩 👌 Good shit!

Summary: You decided to finally confess your feelings to your best friend ! Although on a busy day at the shop it was harder to find the opportunity to do so. You just wanted some alone time to spill your guts but who knew the weather would be your greatest wingman.

Tropes: Modern/Cafe/Bakery/Coffee shop AU, Mutual Pining, Fluff, Friends to Lovers

💌 Word count: 3,902 💌 Oneshot (originally I planned for smut but thought this ending was cuter...might still write it later when I’m less busy tho 👀)

It was always lively at the cafe you worked for. The Thousand Sunny was well known around town and was attached to the base floor of an apartment complex. It was a popular spot during the rest of the year but you notice people go apeshit for holiday drinks and pastries. Not that the day had been overwhelming or anything. You loved your job and your coworkers to death but on busier days like today you barely got to see the man of your dreams, your big time crush and the head chef in charge of the whole place, Sanji. Your heart swooned just thinking about the blonde but on days like these Sanji was pretty much confined to the kitchen. Sanji didn’t seem to mind much; he was swiftly gliding around the kitchen with that cheery grin that you’ve come to love but you wouldn’t be able to admire him from your spot at the register as customers begged for your attention. Currently it was you, Nami, Robin and Sanji handling the afternoon rush. Over all the noise you could faintly hear the phone go off as you rang up the next customer handing them their long awaited pastries. The line was seemingly never ending today.

“Can someone get that? My hands are kind of full at the moment.” Sanji hollered from the other room as Nami picked up the phone, relieved to have a short break from the demanding crowd. You switched off of the register with Robin to give her a breather too. You were faster at preparing drink orders anyhow. During the much missed downtime before the holiday season you asked Sanji to help you with your drink making skills. In all honesty it was your lame attempt at asking him out on a date but who could blame you. You both had naturally flirty personalities. It's hard to distinguish the line between being close friends and something more. Not to mention the way he worships women in general. You got scared that your feelings were unrequited and panicked. So instead of asking if he’d like to go get coffee with you sometime, you asked if he could teach you how to make coffee sometime. In the end you still got to spend time with the cook so it wasn’t that much of a trainwreck but ever since then you had been trying to come out and profess your love to him. Sanji may be one of your best friends but that makes it all the more confusing trying to figure out if he likes you the same way you do. You were dragged out of your thoughts when you heard Nami shout.

“What do you mean they told you your flight was canceled, do they know who you are!”

You tried to focus on bringing the line down faster. Twirling around the selection of machinery and syrups like it was second nature. You learned from the best after all. As the waves of people died down Nami updated everyone on the situation. “Apparently Vivi’s flight was canceled due to bad weather predictions and unless someone can pick her up she’s going to be stuck at the airport all night. The next open flight isn’t until this time tomorrow.” That sucks.

You looked at the clock you’d be getting off shortly but you weren’t about to drive through that traffic hellscape and to the airport no less. You hummed as everyone was thinking over who they could call that would be able to pick Vivi up. It was going to be difficult knowing everyone's schedules didn’t line up this week. You glanced back at Sanji who was quickly clearing down the counter while he had some time before he started prepping for the next wave. That’s when you got an idea “Nami, you close today right? I’ll just cover for you instead! That way you could pick her up.” As long as you could be around and useful to Sanji you felt like you could do anything. Even if that meant you'd be working another few hours. It would at least give you a chance to say what’s on your mind. Fingers crossed.

Her eyes lit up as she jumped up and down hugging you “You're a lifesaver! I’ll tell Vivi I’m on the way.” you hugged her back as Sanji bounced over to you with heart eyes presumably to see Nami off. You were caught off guard when Sanji casually hugged you from the side. “That’s our sweet (Y/N)-chwan as selfless as ever!” you blushed at the gesture. Sanji’s touch lingered around your waist for a brief moment before heading back to the kitchen. Robin looked at Sanji and then looked back at you softly chuckling in her knowing way as you all got back to work.

The hours flew by with the sheer amount of customers coming in and out but as the night came the heavy traffic seemed to still. You assume it was due to the snow. People often don't want to brave the weather, especially not at night. You and Robin had about half an hour left before you properly closed when Sanji suggested you all leave before the weather gets any worse. Robin seemed eager to leave, asking if you didn’t mind finishing up by yourself. Of course you didn’t but something was weird about the smirk she gave you as she said her goodbyes. After you swept and mopped you went to check on Sanji. It seemed like he was getting started on the baked goods for tomorrow. You couldn’t help but watch the way he kneaded the dough. There was just something about the way his fingers delicately rolled the pastry that made you wish that you were those cinnamon buns and that Sanji would cover you with his icing. This is not what you should be thinking about right now! Not when you're in public and definitely not while he's a few feet away from you. Unfortunately it was already too late, you could feel the small amount of blood dribble down your nose. You just had to think about making Sanji cum for you.

You gasped unintentionally, causing the blonde to look over at you. Your face heated up as your eyes met. How were you going to explain yourself? You were so embarrassed. Sanji on the other hand rushed over to you grabbing a clean towel to delicately hold against your face. “(Y-Y/N)! Are you okay? You’re bleeding!” staring into his eyes you start to stutter.

“A-ah um, t-t-the weather! Yeah sometimes if it’s too cold outside my nose just b-bleeds?” you wanted to perish that just sounded stupid. Entirely possible but stupid. Although it didn’t seem like Sanji even heard your explanation as he picked you up and put you on the counter to help wipe the blood off of your face. Such a gentleman he was always so attentive to your needs. It’s one of the reasons you fell in love with him.

Sanji cleared his throat “I thought you went home with Robin?” Sanji was glad you didn't leave without saying anything. He was confused when only Robin said her goodnight. He was afraid he did something to upset you but seeing you, the beautiful love of his life, stay behind to give him his own private farewell filled his heart with so much glee.

You tilted your head down slightly, unable to meet his gaze taking the towel from his hands. Your heart pounded faster in your chest as your fingers brushed his. This was your chance “Actually I wanted to," you trailed off. No, it didn't feel right you already made a fool of yourself with the nose bleed you didn't have the confidence to confess right now. At least you could come up with something else. "I wanted to ask you if you needed any help! Yeah! I know you always prepare all the pastries the night before.” That was a better idea. Honestly you missed hearing his praise and flirty remarks all day. At least now you could get your daily dose before you go back to your sad cold apartment.

Sanji loved how thoughtful you always were but if the weather was supposed to be bad enough to cancel flights he might want to say no just so that he could make sure you got home safe. As much as he would love to spend more time with his angel your safety was his first priority “That’s sweet of you but I couldn’t ask that of-”

You eagerly cut him off “You wouldn’t be asking, I'm offering to help. Besides, we sold our last gingerbread house today. I was hoping we could make some together.”

Sanji’s eyes widened, his goddess wanted to bake with him. Just the two of you he felt blessed. How could he say no to you like that. He gave you a soft smile as he helped you off the counter bowing his head "What kind of man would I be to refuse such an offer from my princess." He winked at you for good measure. If only he understood how flustered he truly makes you.

Sanji couldn’t help the fact that your joyful enthusiasm took his breath away, from the way you hummed while you mixed the ingredients to the way your laugh filled the room whenever a gingerbread man didn't quite come out of the cookie cutter properly. Even now as you vigorously mixed creams and icing with an intensity that had small flecks fall in your hair, all he could think about was running his hand through that soft luscious hair and capturing your lips with his. His heart felt like it was going to burst as you accidently wiped some icing on your cheek and tried to lick at it to get it off. The consistency, the color, that's when his mind went elsewhere and suddenly it was Sanji’s turn to be embarrassingly red faced on the floor with a nose bleed.

"Oh god, Sanji are you alright! What happened?" One moment Sanji was watching you making icing and the next he was on the floor. What did you miss?

He coughed bringing the corner of his apron to his face as he stuttered out "Y-your cuteness was just too much for my heart to take." It wasn’t entirely a lie but he definitely couldn't tell you the truth.

His words made your legs weak as you gracefully knelt down next to him pulling a handkerchief from your pocket to help clean up the blood, blushing at the proximity you both were in. If you wanted too, all you would have to do was lean forward and kiss him. Then he would know how you felt about him but do you risk it. You didn't have time to think about it as the oven chimed signaling the batch of gingerbread was done.

You both composed yourselves and shuffled the trays onto drying racks in silence as you continued preparing other pastries while you waited for the gingerbread to cool. You and Sanji made a good team. You were surprised how little you had to communicate to know what the other needed. Now if you could apply that to your romantic feelings then you were all set.

By the time you were finished baking and decorating it was much later than you anticipated it being but your apartment wasn't too far of a walk. You should be fine, you hope. As you walked back into the storefront you noticed that the “bad weather prediction” was no joke. More than half the length of the door and windows were covered in white barely showing the outside world. You looked at each other both coming to the same conclusion. You were snowed in. You couldn’t get home like this or well you probably could but you'd have to climb the wall of snow and then hope you could access the door to your apartment complex.

Sanji cleared his throat "You could stay the night. I don't mind. Not like you can get home like this anyway." you only nodded. You didn't trust your voice to not betray you and you were too busy blushing to realize that he was just as flustered in this situation. Sanji's inner monologue was running rampant overjoyed at the prospect that you'd be sleeping over. He would be the last thing you saw before you went to bed and he'd be the first person you'd greet in the morning. He smiled at the thought of seeing you all cute and sleepy when you woke up tomorrow. After he locked the Sunny, you followed him up the stairs and into his apartment.

It was small but something about it being Sanji’s made it feel warm and cozy. As Sanji stepped in closing the door behind you he gestured to the couch "Make yourself at home, I'll see if I can find you something to wear. Would you like a bath? Are you hungry? I can make you something!" He needed to calm himself down before he makes you uncomfortable but he couldn’t help it. He giddy wanting to pamper his princess for always being so good to him. Before you could answer any questions he disappeared into his room. When he came back he brought you some of his clothes to wear and ushered you to the bathroom for your shower. Your head was spinning thinking about using his soaps and body wash. You were standing where Sanji has stood many times naked, as you are now. If you close your eyes you could almost imagine it. At least if you got another nose bleed you were still in the shower but still you didn't want to make too big of a mess. As you finished up it finally dawned on you that you would be wearing Sanji’s clothes. It would be like he was hugging you from all angles. You lift the shirt to your nose. Of course it smelled clean but there was a hint of something uniquely distinguishable as Sanji’s scent embedded in the fabric.

Meanwhile in the kitchen, Sanji cursed under his breath looking at the contents in his fridge. Go figure the one time you finally come over is the one time he's low on everything he envisioned cooking for you. To be fair he didn't have a lot of time to prepare anything impressive like the wine and dine he had in his head. He knows you would be fine with something simple but Sanji still wanted to make it special. This was the first time you would be staying the night and he didn't want it to be your last. He lit some candles to set the mood as he rolled up his sleeves to get to work. By the time you emerged from the other room he had just finished setting the table. He was awestruck looking at the way his clothes fit on you. Sanji couldn’t help the "adorable" that slipped past his lips. He beckoned for you to take a seat pulling out the chair for you like the gentleman he was.

It was all so romantic it felt like a dream. Almost like this was naturally how it should be everyday but reality is a cruel mistress and once you both finished eating the power went out leaving the candle to dimly illuminate the room as you stare into each other's eyes with shock and surprise. The weather was a force to be reckoned with.

"I guess we should turn in for the night." Sanji said, picking up the candle and offering you his hand. Your heart was racing with how warm he was to the touch. You were glad the candle was your only light otherwise the blonde would see you blushing profusely. As you made your way to the bedroom Sanji let go of your hand to open the door. He gestured to his bed.

"You can take my room, I'll be on the couch if you need me-"

"NO wait!" You cut him off grabbing the edge of his sleeve. The moment your actions register you recoil shyly nudging your fingers together. "You'll be cold on the couch without the heater on, you should stay an- and keep me warm!" Stumbling over your words aside, you were proud of yourself for not chickening out at the declaration. Even if you can't mentally rally your bravery to profess your true feelings, maybe your actions will speak for you.

Sanji’s heart clenched. Of course how could he leave his angel at a time like this. "As you wish, my princess." He practically moaned at your request hoping you couldn’t tell how sensual his thoughts were becoming at the notion of you “sleeping” together. You both got under the covers as he blew out the candle. You laid facing each other trying to focus on your breathing but the blood was rushing to your ears. Your heart was doing back flips while your mind was doing summersaults. You should confess now but the words were stuck in your throat. It wasn’t until his hand brushed yours that you even remembered how to breathe properly.

"(Y/N) are you cold?"

You nodded slowly "A little, are you?" He only hummed before he spoke in that mellow sultry voice that puts butterflies in your stomach "Turn around for me?" Oh god did he even realize the words he was saying, what he was asking of you?

Mesmerized with the idea you did as you were told. You felt him shifting closer to you feeling his warm breath on the back of your neck. You bit your lip to suppress a mewl. You became hyper aware of the space between you but the arm draped around your torso made you dizzy. His touch was so loving, you felt safe. "That better?" Sanji asked unsure how comfortable you were with his arm around you. The tension was killing him but the fact that you didn’t push him away immediately was a good sign right. He was torn between the two voices in his head. His more perverse side was egging him to shoot his shot. The worst that could happen is you say no but then you might lose all respect for him and he didn’t want that either.

Meanwhile to answer his question you wanted to say no, you were still a little cold but you wanted him to pull you closer. Instead of answering vocally you had a better idea. Taking full advantage of the situation you muster up the courage to lean back into his touch catching him off guard as he stutters for a moment not quite forming full sentences. You were going to be the death of him. You pressed yourself against him letting his warmth envelope you before he inevitably pushed you away, or so you thought but he never did. You laid spooning drowning in your thoughts. Sanji was doing the same, neither of you spoke, both enjoying the moment. Time passed but you weren’t capable of counting the minutes.

You were too busy trying to sort the words out in your head that you didn’t notice Sanji’s almost anxious nervous shifting. Without thinking about it you moved closer barely catching a muffled grunt. That’s when you notice something pressing against you that wasn’t there before. You blushed, gasping at the sensation. Sanji wanted to die. He tried to roll over pulling his arm back to hide his shame but you held on rolling over with him incidentally being pulled into his lap. You were straddling him when you finally let go of his arm. You both were seemingly shocked at the others actions speaking at the same time.

“Sanji I have something to-”

“I’M SORRY!”

He covered his face spewing out a stream of apologies mixed with compliments of your beauty and how that's no excuse for his actions. The bottom line was that he wasn’t listening to you when you were trying to tell him everything that was on your mind. You swallowed, it was now or never and you felt you had a good chance. Grinding down on his hard on you manage to pull a groan from his lips shutting him up. Sanji threw his hand over his mouth embarrassed over his body's reactions. His mind was racing, brain short circuiting with the position he was in. His princess was grinding down on him; surely this was a dream. He let out another whimper as you finally stilled your hips. A soft pant escaping your lips from the movement. Sanji’s eyes were blown wide, taking in the image of his goddess in the moonlight. The blonde was worried that if he blinked he’d wake up from this fantasy of his.

The friction between you felt just as good to you and seeing Sanji this disheveled was doing things to your head. You’ve barely touched him but you wanted to see how much of a mess you could turn him into. You guessed now was a good time as ever to get the weight off your chest. "Stop apologizing, I've been thinking about this for a while but haven't found the right time to say it." Sanji slowly moved his hand from his face. Even in the dim lighting you could tell it was a deep crimson. Your face was warm as well but it comforted you enough knowing you both were on the same page. At least that’s what you were going to assume.

You took a deep breath to calm your nerves as you continued "When we are together every compliment, every smile, every lingering touch sends me reeling and it feels like my heart is going to burst. You're my best friend and you mean the world to me but I've fallen in love with you and I can't hide it anymore. Sanji I love you."

“(Y/N)” Your name died on his lips as you slowly crashed yours against his. Sanji pulled you closer, reveling in your soft touch melting against him as his hand wandered your body to hold you lovingly. You put your hand on his chest as you pulled away. This was it, the moment of truth. Both of you were panting with lust filled eyes as he slowly rolled you over so he could be on top. Gently grabbing your hand he kissed each one of your knuckles taking the time to place kisses up your arm watching you flush as he was mere inches away from your face smiling at you like he's waited his entire life for this moment.

“You are my world,” he kissed your forehead. “My goddess,” he kissed your cheek. “My angel,” your other cheek. “And if you’ll let me, my lover.” He looked at you eyes full of adoration, almost waiting for your approval before saying “I love you, most.” Sanji finally met your lips, cherishing the way you met him halfway. He shifted ever so slightly, placing him right against your entrance. You moaned into the kiss pulling him closer as you rolled your hips up matching the pace of the kiss, hot and slow. You both had all the time in the world and Sanji was going to make sure you savored the moment.

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uraveragelonelygay · 3 years

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Another Love

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!reader

Summary: You meet Wanda at a grief group, as she’s struggling to heal after Vision’s death. Will you help her heal? Will your friendship grow into something more?

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: grief

Theme: Angst, Fluff

A/N: I have been working on this one all day, and I think it’s alright! It’s my first oneshot on this account, so please go easy on me! I hope you enjoy!

(Shoutout to @theloveclub-18 for the idea! I super appreciate it!)

“Thank you all for being so open this evening. I hope to see you all next week. Let the healing continue.”

As various people mumbled back “let the healing continue,” Wanda fought the urge to roll her eyes.

It had been six months since Vision’s death, and four months since she had started attending a grief group recommended by Bucky. She had tried to insist to him that it was useless but he begged her to try it out. Now, here she was, four months later, still feeling as broken as she had the day she watched the love of her life be killed. Twice. One might ask why she continued to attend the sessions weekly when she felt she hadn’t made any progress. Why had she spent 16 of her Wednesday nights at a grief group when she felt it was pointless? The answer is simple: the food.

The session always had a table full of freshly baked goods from Sugar, Butter, Flour, a bakery just down the road from the community center holding the sessions. Every week, Wanda would sit through listening to people talk about their heartbreak, and, when pushed to confront her own trauma, reluctantly share just enough to satisfy the facilitator. And she did it all just to have a few moments of sheer joy, letting whatever delicious creation the bakery had provided that week wash over her taste buds and temporarily take her away from this cruel world that had ripped her love from her.

Wanda grabbed her purse and made a beeline for the table full of goodies. She had been running late today, so she didn’t get a chance to grab anything before the session, leaving her options limited. There was only one cookie left, but as she reached for it, her hand brushed against someone else’s, causing her to pull her hand back quickly.

“I’m sorry-”

“No it’s fine, I shouldn’t have-”

“Please it’s all yours-”

You cleared your throat and shot her a sheepish smile before extending your hand to her.

“I’m Y/N. It’s nice to meet you.”

Wanda looks at your hand skeptically and you awkwardly retract it when you realize she won’t be shaking it.

“I’m Wanda,” she says hesitantly, her eyes flashing to the cookie, and then the exit.

You tried again. “So you like the cookies here too?”

She meets your Y/E/C eyes impatiently before sighing.

“Yeah, I’ll just grab one next week, though, I really gotta go,” she says, starting towards the exit.

You watch her leave, intrigued by the girl, before you snap back to reality.

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Wanda is almost to her car when she hears footsteps behind her and quickly turns around, her eyes glowing red.

You stare at her, wide-eyed, the remaining cookie in your hand.

“Shit, Wanda, I’m sorry, I didn't mean to scare you, I just wanted to give you this.”

Wanda sighs, her eyes returning to their normal color. She pinches the bridge of her nose. Remorse fills her face. Her grief had caused her to be angrier than usual, leading to her powers flaring up accidentally. And now she had frightened this woman who was just trying to give her a damn cookie.

“Sorry, I shouldn’t have reacted like that. Thank you for the cookie. I promise I’m not always scary I just, I-”

You stopped her. “Hey, it’s fine. If I heard someone running at me in a parking lot in the middle of the night, I would be on edge too. I shouldn’t have snuck up on you like that. Plus, you’re...well...here,” you paused, gesturing to the community center the two of you had just come from, before continuing, “so I think it’s safe to assume you aren’t having the best time. I get it. If there’s any way I can help, please let me know.”

Wanda was at a loss for words. She had nearly struck you with her powers and here you were, looking at her with a gentle smile and no fear on your face whatsoever.

After a few minutes of silence, you awkwardly placed the napkin-wrapped cookie on the hood of her car, before stepping back and smiling at her yet again.

“I’ll see you next week, Wanda. Have a good night,” you say, waving at her before you walk out of the parking lot and down the block.

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Only, you didn’t see her in Group the following week.

After leaving the community center, you were about to head down the block when you noticed her car in the parking lot, with her in it. You gently approached her car, tapping on the window quietly in an attempt to not startle her.

She looked up at you with puffy, red-rimmed eyes, before rolling down her window.

“May I help you?”

Her tone was much harsher than she intended, and she winced at it, but you merely smiled at her, unaffected, before digging through your bag and pulling out a tupperware container of chocolate chip cookies.

“They had leftovers tonight, you want some?”

And you had shocked Wanda yet again.

“Sure.”

You reached forward to hand the cookies to her through the window when Wanda decided to take a leap of faith.

“You can come sit in here and share them with me, I wouldn’t mind some company,” She says quietly before adding, “I’ll warn you, though, I’m a bit of a trainwreck right now.”

You laughed softly before opening the door to the passenger side of her car and sliding in. You looked at her with soft eyes.

“Trainwrecks unite.”

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Wanda told you everything that night. She told you about Vision, about her love for him, and his for her. About how he was the first since her brother died to look at her like a person, and not a monster. She told you all about the sleepless nights, the nightmares, the desperate need for it to end.

And you listened. You watched her intently the whole time. You held her hand comfortingly as her body wracked with sobs. You were there. And that night, you didn’t know why, but you made a promise to always be there for the beautiful redhead with the lost hope.

That night was the first time since Vision’s death that Wanda slept soundly through the night. No nightmares. No suffering.

It had been three months since that night. Since then, it became a habit for the two of you to spend Wednesday nights following group sessions in her car, chatting about anything and everything. And Wanda had to admit, she was okay. For the first time since Vision’s death, she didn’t wish she could join him. She didn’t want to stay isolated in her room. She wanted to live. She wanted to show people the kindness you’d shown her. She woke every Wednesday with a smile, and you on her mind.

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This Wednesday, you appeared nervous as you got into the passenger side of Wanda’s car.

Wanda noticed this right off the bat.

“Y/N, are you okay?”

You start fidgeting with your fingers and look down at your lap as you respond.

“Yeah, I just...I have to tell you something. Promise you won’t get mad.”

Wanda looks at you with a gentle smile.

“Y/N, you’re my best friend, I could never get mad at you. What is it?”

You took a deep breath and looked up at Wanda, before asking the question.

“I think I’m in love with you.”

Wanda’s eyes widened and she froze.

You tried to dig yourself out of the hole.

“Nevermind, forget I said anything, I never should’ve-”

“No.” Wanda said quietly.

“What?”

“No. I can’t. God, I could never love you.”

You felt your heart shatter in your chest.

Wanda quickly realized the weight of her words, and tried to fix them, “Y/N, no, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that, I-”

“It’s fine, Wanda. I have to go.”

With that, you scrambled out of the car and walked out of the parking lot and down the block, with tears streaming down your face, and your heart broken.

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Wanda couldn’t believe she had said that. The truth is, she didn’t know if she had room in her heart for more than one love. She had loved Vision. He was everything to her. Could she also love you?

For the rest of the week, Wanda was beyond conflicted. She knew she had to apologize to you, but she didn’t want to do so until she had sorted out her own feelings. You deserved a solid answer.

It was Tuesday night. She would see you again tomorrow. And she still didn’t know. She tossed and turned that night for hours before she finally fell asleep, you and Vision occupying her mind, per usual.

She was in a field of flowers. It was beautiful. She thought about how she might like to show it to you. And then she heard someone. Someone she thought she would never hear from or see again.

“Wanda, darling.”

“Vision?” She spun around, and there he was, smiling at her.

“It’s okay, you know,” He said. Wanda was confused. He continued, “The feelings that you’re feeling. For her. It’s okay.”

She laughed, “You always did know me better than I knew myself.”

Vision smiled softly at her.

“Vision, I love you. I love you so much. I can’t let you go.”

“Wanda, no one is asking you to. You can move on without letting my memory slip away from you.”

Wanda nods softly, thinking intently about what he said.

“Tell me about her,” he encourages.

Wanda smiles.

“She’s so gentle. And so stubborn. I almost hurt her when we first met but she didn’t cower. She wasn’t afraid. She didn’t look at me like a monster. She made me laugh for the first time since you...you know. She fidgets with her fingers when she’s nervous. She does this adorable head tilt when she’s listening intently. She’s patient. She’s kind. She’s...she’s everything,” Wanda realizes, awestruck.

Vision approaches her.

“You love her.”

She looks at him, concerned. “Is that okay?”

He merely smiles. “Darling, of course it’s okay. She sounds wonderful. You deserve her. You deserve love, even if it isn’t with me. You deserve happiness.”

Wanda grabs his hands. “Thank you, Vision. For your love. I think it will always be a part of me. But I’m ready to move on. I love her. I’m ready.”

Vision squeezes her hands gently. “That you are, Wanda. I’ll always love you. Now go. Go to her.”

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Wanda shot up, breathing deeply. This time, she only had one person on her mind: you. “I love her,” she whispers softly to herself. She smiles, but it quickly fades when she remembers the words she said to you last week. She had to make this right.

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She arrived at Group early, noticing with a frown that the snack table was empty. She knew she would need some baked goods to give her the courage to approach you, so she approached the facilitator, Mindy, and cleared her throat to get Mindy’s attention.

“Um, hello, ma’am, I was just wondering where the goodies are? They’re usually here by now,” she said.

Mindy smiled at the girl. “I’m sorry, dear, but there won’t be any baked goods today. Y/N called me earlier, and told me she wouldn’t be able to make it.”

“Y/N? What does she have to do with-” Wanda pauses. Holy shit. You were the owner of Sugar, Butter, Flour. You had been the one making the goodies that fueled her to keep attending the group. You had been the provider of her temporary escape from the world. You did that. It truly was always you. She had to find you.

“Are you alright, dear?” Mindy asked.

Wanda shook her head. “No, there’s something I need to do. Thank you for your help, ma’am.” And with that, she sprinted out the door, got into her car, and pulled out of the parking lot.

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Wanda didn’t know where she was going. She just knew she had to find you. And then it started raining. No, not just raining. Pouring. This made it incredibly hard for Wanda to see where she was going, but she was determined.

As she drove, she realized something. She had told you everything about herself. You had listened, asked questions. But she never once asked about you. Hell, she didn’t even know you baked for a living until 15 minutes ago. She didn’t even know why you attended the grief group.

She was so lost in her thoughts that she didn’t realize she had driven all the way to the park at the edge of town, until she saw you. You were sitting on a bench, in the pouring rain, sobbing and shaking. Her heart broke at the sight. She quietly got out of her car.

“Y/N?” She called your name softly, approaching you with caution.

Your head snapped up.

“Wanda?”

She smiled weakly at you, and suddenly your eyes filled with more tears as you began to shake again.

“I tried to go to Group and act like everything was normal, I really tried, Wanda, but I just couldn’t, I’m sorry, I’m so-”

Wanda rushed over to you, engulfing you in a hug, holding you tightly as you sobbed.

“It’s okay, malyshka, it’s alright. You didn’t do anything wrong. Breathe, sweet girl. I’m here. I’m right here, I promise.”

She continued to hold you and speak comforting words to you for what felt like hours, until your sobs eventually died down, and you pulled away, sniffling. You looked up at the sky as if just remembering it was pouring, before standing up from the bench.

“Sorry about that. We should probably go inside, it’s pouring, and I don’t want you to-”

“I love you,” Wanda blurted out, leaving you speechless. She stood up and took your hands, mentally breathing a sigh of relief when you don't pull away. “I’m in love with you. I’m so sorry for not admitting it to myself, or you, sooner. Me saying that I could never love you? That was the grief speaking. I shouldn’t have let it control me like that. And I’m done. I’m done letting it control me. The truth is, anyone would be lucky to love you. And I do. I love you. I love your smile, I love your kind heart. I love your baked treats, which, by the way, I just learned were yours about an hour ago,” She says, and you let out a wet laugh. “I shouldn’t have said those things,” She continued, “It was wrong. I’m in love with you. And I understand if you don’t want to give me a second chance, because-”

You cut her off by smashing your lips against hers, and without hesitation, she kissed back, her arms wrapping around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. The two of you only pulled away when you let out a violent shiver because of the rain. She looked at you concerned, but you merely laughed, pulling her in for another kiss.

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“Detka, I’m home!” Wanda called out, wondering where you were. Her questions were answered when a delicious smell hit her. She walked into the kitchen and smiled adoringly at you. You were moving around the kitchen, flour in your hair, and batter all over your clothes, completely in your own little world.

“Detka,” Wanda tries again, and you spin around, holding a spatula out in front of you as a form of defense.

“Shit, Wanda, sorry, you scared me!” You said, breathing a sigh of relief.

“My how the tables have turned,” she says teasingly, before removing the spatula from your hand and licking it.

“Wanda,” you pouted, “I was using that! Now I have to wash it!”

Wanda kissed the pout off of your face, before smiling at you triumphantly at doing so.

“Or, you could stop baking for the night and come cuddle with me and watch Bewitched,” she suggested, giving you those adorable puppy dog eyes.

You rolled your eyes playfully. “You know I can’t resist that face. Okay. Give me 10 minutes to get showered and then I’ll join you on the couch.”

“I’ll be counting!” She called as you made your way to the bathroom.

It had been 5 years since that night in the rain, and as she sat down on the couch, gazing down at the wedding band that adorned her left hand, she still couldn’t believe how she had gotten so lucky to find another love. You were beautiful, kind, and patient, and she loved you with every ounce of her heart.

“What are you thinking about, pretty girl?” You asked with a smile, before settling down next to her on the couch and curling into her side.

“You. It’s always you,” she replied, kissing your temple.

You smile lovingly at her. “I love you, Wanda.”

“And I love you, beautiful girl.”

And as the two of you sat there, snuggled up, and watched Bewitched, both of you were so grateful that Wanda had made room for another love.

#wanda maximoff x fem reader #wanda maximoff imagine #wanda maximoff x reader #marvel imagine #marvel one shot #wanda maximoff #wanda #wanda x reader #wanda x y/n #wanda imagine #marvel #wandavision #angst #fluff #wanda maximoff fluff #wanda maximoff angst

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dollslayer · 3 years

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Shots or Dare

Steve Rogers x Reader

Summary: A drinking game goes one step too far. Or does it?

W/C: 1,551

Warnings: Alcohol consumption, drunken antics, hangovers, swearing

A/N: Just a quick little oneshot for y'all! I'm working on some bigger stuff but wanted to put this out there just for kicks. If you like it check out my other stuff and reblog/comment! Cheers!

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‘When will yo finally jsut go on s date with me?’

You sent it before you could even really register your actions. This is why you should’ve volunteered to be DD. Drinking on Girl’s Night always lands you in trouble. Trouble in this case, comes in the form of a dare and the persuasions of an equally drunk and far more excited Wanda.

“You finally DID IT! YOU DID IT!” Wanda hollers as she jumps from the booth in celebration.

Your hand shot up to cover her mouth, noticing several tables in the bar were looking towards you. You wobbled a bit and held the table for support with your other hand. You shushed her and sat back down.

“Did what? What did I do?” You asked, seeming to be the only one not in on the joke.

“Check your texts, lover girl” Paling in fear at her words you swipe up on your phone and read. Oh, God.

‘When will yo finally jsut go on s date with me?’ Read: 1:19AM You felt the blood rush from your brain to your cheeks in sheer humiliation.

You tried your best to recall a few minutes ago when Wanda was practically typing out the message for you as Nat looked on in amusement. You were playing Shots or Dare, a very dangerous game you now realized. Wanda dared you that you wouldn’t finally say something to Steve, whom you’ve had a crush on since you joined the team. You were always so much bolder when you were drunk.

Now sobered in an instant having seen that not only had you actually sent the text but that he’d read it. Your superior officer, your teammate, your friend. God, I must seem so sloppy. How do I even solve this? What do I even say? How soon could I realistically transfer out so I never have to see him again?

Your phone sat shakily in your hands as your thumb hovered above it, unsure what to type. Before you could Nat snatched your phone from your hand and put it in her pocket. You were about to protest when she just shook her head at you.

“It’s too late and you’re too drunk. He probably thinks you’re kidding. Just sleep in my room tonight we’ll fix it in the morning” She offered.

Even though Nat herself was 4 or 5 drinks in she always seemed to have her head on straight. You swallowed and nodded before hiding your face in your hands.

“Relax, I’m sure he thinks it’s hot you’re just going for it! My turn! I choose dare!” Wanda changed the subject with a clap of her hands and eagerly awaited her dare. You didn’t know how you were going to get through the rest of the night without freaking out about it so you ordered yourself another drink and got to forgetting.

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Staying out until almost 3, the group of you stumbled your way back to the tower and into Nat’s room. You promptly passed out in full makeup and without changing your clothes. You’d wake up to a hangover but that was tomorrow you’s problem.

And a problem it was, not six hours later you awoke to loud knocking from down the hall. You groaned and turn into the couch cushions hoping to fall back asleep. The knocking came again and you ignored it, sighing in comfort when you heard whomever it was retreating back up the hall.

Unable to sleep, you got up slowly and tried to gauge the severity of your hangover. Deciding you’d rather deal with this in the comfort of your own room you wrestle to get your shoes off your feet and carry them in one hand while you open the door with the other. You do your best to sneak down the hall to your room, only being a few doors down from Nat.

You make it just in front of your room when you drop your shoes and wince at the sound it makes. You steady yourself on the door to pick them up when you hit your head on the handle. It stings and you cringe at the feeling of the long handle getting stuck in your hair. Surprised, you hiss at the pain and drop both your shoes again as you desperately try to untangle yourself.

You could not be more of a mess if you tried. Maybe if you puked right now but all the willpower you had left was preventing that from happening. After a moment of all but ripping your hair from your head you’re free with one final jerk forwards, which of course, causes you to lose your balance and topple forward.

You put both your hands out and brace for the carpet burn of the collision but it never comes. Instead you’re being held steady by two large hands and all you can think to do is pray that it isn’t who you think it is. No God would be that cruel.

You slowly look up and find yourself eye to eye with Steve. No God except this one, apparently. He looks concerned as he helps you back up slowly to your feet. He picks up your shoes and opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. He looks you up and down, taking in your appearance trying to assess how best to approach the situation.

You’re suddenly very aware that you’re still in last night’s clothes and that the mascara on your eyelashes is smudged from where you fell asleep. If the Earth could swallow you whole right now you’d have no objections. You feel sweat from your nervousness mixing with last night’s too. I am a literal human disaster, this could not get worse. Please, please don’t bring up the text.

He clears his throat. “I, um, I saw you texted me last night.” Fuck. “I knew you were out with the girls, just wanted to make sure you made it home okay.”

You hide your face with your hands and huff out a breath of embarrassment.

“Yeah, um, thank… you… Yeah I’m good” You were not good. On top of the trainwreck of an encounter this already was your knees are giving out on you. You need to lay down now. Maybe get some food in you.

Steve rushed forward to pick you up again when you caught yourself against the door and fumbled to unlock it.

“Why don’t you let me do that?” He moved you gently aside to fiddle with the door before opening it and ushering you inside.

He set your shoes down by the door and helped you out of your jacket.

“When’s the last time you ate something? Or maybe you need some water?” He offered.

You shook your head at him and stuck your hands out to feel your way to your bed. This was already so embarrassing, Steve didn’t need to continue to see you like this.

Steve shook his head slightly and tsked at you. He helped you into bed and then looked at you with his hands on his hips, like he was contemplating his next move.

“I’m going to make some breakfast, do you think you could get a shower in that time or do you need to rest? Regardless after that you’re going to eat what I made and drink a whole glass of water, no protests.” He spoke gently but firm as he walked towards the door.

“Steve, please you don’t need to do this, I’m so sorry jus’ lemme get some sleep you don’t have to do anyth-”

“I said no protests. Now if I come back here in 15 minutes and you’re not in that shower I’m gonna be upset, do you understand?” He was using his Captain voice now and you rolled your eyes before giving him a lazy salute.

“Aye aye, cap” He chooses not to respond to your smart ass response, only chuckles as he closes the door behind him.

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One very woozy shower later you managed to only kind of puke your guts out and put on a clean pair of clothes. You exited your ensuite to the smell of bacon and eggs. Having gotten all the puke out of your system your mouth was now practically watering at the prospect of food.

Steve was sat on your couch with two plates and he stood to greet you.

“I didn’t know what you like but I figure you can’t go wrong with the classics. I figure while we eat we can watch one of these so-called ‘classics’ you’re always on my case about watching?” He grinned at you and waited for a response.

You shuffled over to your couch and plopped down beside him.

“Why’re you doin’ this for me, Steve? You don’t have to do any of this, I’m good” You kept trying to insist, feeling guilty that you were so hungover earlier and messy in front of him on top of your very infamous drunk text.

“Well this is a date isn’t it?” He smiles down at you with a boyish smirk and all you can do is return his expression and think of what movie to pick. Maybe Shots or Dare isn’t all that bad. This time at least.

#steve rogers x reader #steve rogers fluff #marvel fic #marvel x reader #fluff #alcohol tw #Just a lil somthin for yall #not my fav thing i've ever written but at least it's kinda cute

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breitzbachbea · 3 years

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Also sorry if this is awkward but where can I read your works??? I’ve become a bit invested solely based upon what you post about them and stuff and I wanna read them haha

Oh, this ain't awkward at all! I am super glad you are asking!

They're all on Ao3, where my account is also called "BreitzbachBea". But lemme give you the grand tour so that you aren't overwhelmed or confused on what to read!

Irish Problems - ... I can't in good conscience ask anyone to read this. Yes, it's the first book of the mainseries so it's basically the best place to start, but I wrote this from ages 14 to 16. It's OOC, it's pretty non-sensical, the pacing is atrocious and it's also cringe. If you can stomach that and keep in mind that a) a teenager wrote that and b) it DOES get better, I would say go for it. I'll rewrite Irish Problems some time in the next two years to make it a much better basis for what Like Father Like Son has morphed into. It's main characters are Team Ireland, Team Sicily and Team England, so if you want to catch an outdated glimpse at the kids, it is perfect for that.

Italian Affairs - Sequel to Irish Problems. If you were able to handle IP, then sure, give IA a go. It starts on pretty much the same level as IA but it does improve. There are genuinely gut wrenching moments early-ish on, like Charlie's love confession in Chapter 9 "Unfair Life" and Dolcetto's scene from Chapter 13 "Good Morning" is REALLY GOOD. I still love it. It only gets better from there on out and while it suffers from its plotholey foundation, I do think there are so many great moments and plotlines in there. The first scene of Chapter 21 "Tipping Point" is my favourite thing. It only works because of what came before it and it's thusly probably my favourite thing ever written so far. Plus, it's set in Rome and we get a bunch of Italians! Lovino! Feliciano! Their friends!

Drabble Collection - Probably the best way to start if you just want to get familiar-ish with the world this is set in. Plus, you can just ignore any ship that you don't like and just browse through your favourites - provided I ever wrote anything for them.

No Rest For The Wicked - Fun romp I wrote for rarepairweek. It has TurGre, it has SicIre, it has some references to OCs and it has Best Girl Sophie (my Northern Ireland OC). Enjoy their vacation in Turkey and rooftop dancing alongside them while you get to know them a little better.

'Tis but a scratch - A Spamano Fanfic that features Team South Italy and Team Spain! I yet have to finish it, but what's there is already really cute. Just some fluffy Spamano shenanigans while Lovi, Rella and Fabio visit Tonio.

I stayed with you - A Rochu Fanfic that's basically a series of drabbles/oneshots that details Yao and Ivan deepening their relationship. I've written it in 2017, but it still holds up damn well! If you like fluff with twinges of sadness or something deeper, it's perfect for you.

Don't Touch The Artwork - Look. If you want something OC-centric and are absolutely here for some hatefucking and toxic masculinity dick measuring contests, this is it. Alois and Hugo are a fucking trainwreck, but I cannot take my eyes of it. They're terrible, all they know is insult and banter. I love them. I hate them. Everyone should read that. Team Austria and Team Liechtenstein have excellent found family dynamics. The porn is pretty good. What else to say.

There are a few more I could talk about, but let me just also super reccommend Don't Let It Boil, Between Me and the Goddess (and You), 36°, Smudged Makeup & Cleaning Up (though you probably have to read A French Trio Of Bad Decisions, which is pretty meh, to get what Arielle's deal is), and Mistletoen't do this to me.

#hetalia #hws #aph #god i just hope all of these link to the right fics #if not tell me #beareplies #hetaari #the pen is mightier than the sword #I am also so sorry for this longass post but I feel like it can be quite confusing on what to read or where to start haha #I just wanna make sure you can find something you enjoy and that won't confuse you #and also if you start reading Irish Problems you might think I am a shit writer and I assure you. I was.#bc I was 14 and writing is hard but i am not writing like that anymore.#i love little bea for starting this but i cannot wait starting on the rewrite of IP and IA #so that I can then begin with Russian Business the third book #funfact it took me up to Italian Affairs Chapter 10 that Dolcetto and Fabio scene to realize what LFLS' overarching plot could be #(the mainseries overarching plot anyways)#i write a lot that is set during the mainseries timeline or before or after #and doesn't have much to do with it bc. the mainseries focuses on the Irish and Sicilians but the world continues to spin without them #other people live their lives outside their plot and have their own shit going on which I do love #it just makes the world feel so lively and realistic #anyways. ily thank you for asking you have no idea how much I appreciate this #storie nostre

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adelaidedrubman · 2 years

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1, 3, 12, 14 for the fanfic asks?

thank you so much kate my love!!!

1. favorite fic you wrote this year

it’s gotta be wildfire! it’s the first longfic i’ve ever published and it’s really just been such a fulfilling experience to work on and the feedback i’ve gotten has meant so much to me.

3. favorite line/scene you wrote this year

god so. this is really really hard to pick but i think it would be this lil bit from jessie’s disaster of a baptism (tw for mentions of corpse mutilation).

“I just —” her words cut off with a sharp wince as the muscles of her stomach tensed with the effort of rising, aggravating the wound and causing her to reflexively jerk a hand towards the source of pain, pressing against the back of his already in place to dam the blood. “Don’t want you turning my dead body into one of your little arts and crafts projects,” she finished.

“Oh, you’d better do your best to hang on then,” he droned with a sarcastic sigh, smiling a bit as she allowed the frigid skin of her palm to rest casually where it landed atop his hand. “I’m champing at the bit to carve you up. I’d get to work the moment your heart stopped. I’d have you hung up like a Christmas ornament before sunrise.”

She raised her eyebrows and tightened the corners of her mouth in dry questioning, and he had to tighten his as well to keep from smiling wider at the sight of the usual expressiveness returning to her face. “Would you?” she asked with a cock of her head.

“Absolutely,” he leaned in to croon in reply. “What’s more, I’d pack you so full of those flowers you hate that you’d be able to smell them all the way from the deepest circles of hell.”

it’s just so them, ya know? the morbid flirting, john genuinely realizing she’s more comforted by sarcastic banter than sincere reassurances, him being lowkey excited over getting to sorta hold hands again (more soon buddy i promise), him remembering that she hates the bliss flowers <3 it’s called romance.

also screenshotting bc lazy, but honorable mention to this set of lines from chapter 8 and chapter 10 of wildfire respectively.

because i just really loved establishing the detail that jessie literally learned that distinction about weapon lethality that morning and was still ready to act like john was a fucking idiot for not knowing it. she’s the most insufferable woman on earth we love her don’t we folks!!!

12. favorite character to write about this year

soooo im cheating to say jessie, my baby girl, my horrid child, my absolute trainwreck of a person. i’ve loved crafting someone so just goddamn awful and pathetic but we love her anyways.

but also discounting ocs, as much as i complained about the 20k john seed pov lockdown he is my special boy and i love writing about his hysterics, i love the combination of over intellectualized and emotionally volatile you get to do with him, i love doing everything i can to make his life miserable. he’s my most pathetic little meow meow.

14. a fic you didn’t expect to write

hmmm probably finally getting something published for jestiny’s herald au, small as it was!! tiny oneshot with no real action but her herald au had nothing of substance for the longest time and i thought it was gonna stay that way.

also, these barely counts because these aren’t even published at the moment but the john/jessie vampire/werewolf au (doesn’t count because i anxiety deleted but considering re-uploading) and the faith/tracey role reversal au (chapter one written but i’m too nervous to post so far but it’s an idea i’d had for a while and thought i’d never actually do because no one would care so... whatever im proud of myself regardless).

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veilder · 3 years

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In order to usher in a new year, I thought it might be nice to do a little “year in review” sorta thing for my AO3? For posterity, lol. I only started publishing my fanfiction in January of 2019 but I’ve made it this sort of tradition to take a screenshot of my AO3 stats every year. And since I have two years under my belt now, I now have something to compare, lol! 😁

Let’s start out with my year totals:

So, here you see what my stats look like sorted by year? (And also that drastic change where AO3 shifted from blue to red, omg.) However!! This is not entirely accurate! It makes it look like I wrote a lot more this year than last. Which... I mean, I did, but it wasn’t by nearly that big of a margin.

Here is my current total:

As you can, the numbers don’t quite match up. That’s because AO3 only seems to total their years by story, not by chapter. The longest thing I’ve ever written clocks in at about 52k words. I started writing it in 2019, but I didn’t finish it til 2020. Hence the entire total is added to my 2020 word count. You can see it here when I filter by year:

A lot less than my 2019 year-end pic, right? 29,124 words less, in fa1ct. Literally the greatest majority of the fic was written in 2019 and I’m here to complain about how AO3 totals this stuff, lol.

But I digress: when we get down to the actual numbers, I published 77,991 words in 2019. Which is absolutely nuts to think about, omg, especially coming from posting nothing at all. However, I went ahead and blew that number away this year with my whopping 87,208 total!! Almost 10k more than last year! And that’s taking into account that I have been so heavily burnt out since the end of August, too, and haven’t posted a thing since September 1st. So like... Wow. I really didn’t expect it to be that much? Not in this, The Year of Unspeakable Traumas.

Now, with word count out of the way, I wanna highlight a few more things!

1. Kudos: Personally, I find kudos to be probably the most accurate statistic when looking at how well-received a fic is. Because it’s such an easy button for someone to press and I think it’s safe to say that most people who like a work will do so. Now, again, AO3 tabulates these by year of publication, not year the kudos is given. This is why there’s such a discrepancy between my 2019 year-end screenshot and the current one. A 392 kudos difference, lol! But also! That means that my older fics are still being read and kudosed, which is fantastic! However, this also means that, as I’ve written more this year and gotten far less kudos for those works, my overall percentage is down.

2. Bookmarks: I love bookmarks. I personally use them a bit like a favorites list, though I know a lot of folks actually use them as, y’know... a bookmark, lol. For keeping track of ongoing fics. I still really love the spike in them I had this year, though! Again, tabulated by publication date, not year they’re given, so I’ve gained an extra 90 bookmarks for 2019′s fics! Again, that still puts them over 2020′s so far, but it wouldn’t if we were just going by end dates! So I think that’s pretty great!

3. Subscriptions: I really like this stat, lol. Because it’s a lot more accurate than the others just purely going by year, right? And it’s been a good year for me for subs! Considering I only had 56 subs at the end of 2019 and I have 141 now, that’s an 85 sub margin! I will put this down to me being a bit more established in my fandom this year. And also having more accessible and longer multi-chapter fics. (Even though my longest fic has about the same chapter lengths as the ones I’ve been working on this year, it’s also very niche, lol.) I’ve also gained 10 new user subs, which dang, thank you! 😮 4. Overall: So, my most popular fic for two years running continues to be The Nearness of You. I appreciate the support for this fic so much, especially considering it was both my first multi-chapter fic and my first foray into romance, lol. However, this year has also had some good contenders? It continues to blow my mind, the reception that my oneshot, A Simple Equation, has gotten. That fic is now third in my rankings for kudos, which is nuts! And coming up right behind it is my longest work for the year, we’re just two lost souls (swimming in a fish bowl). Absolute madness!

It’s crazy to me to see how much I’ve done according to these stats. I’ve actually accomplished a lot more this year than I thought, even though I only have four fics posted for it (and one of them is incomplete... >_>). But moving forward into 2021, I still have so many things I wanna accomplish! Maybe I’m jinxing myself here, lol, but for this coming year I’d like to:

1. Finish writing Reflections. I can’t believe I’ve left it on a cliffhanger for so long. 😫 2. Write more platonic/family stuff. Even though I always try to include platonic relationships in my shipfics, I wanna do more that’s focused purely on that again. 3. Finish my dang coffeeshop fic so I can start posting it! It’s been half-written for ages, omg! 4. More rarepairs! Because I love them! And I have so many ideas!!

So yeah. This has actually been very fun? It’s nice to just take a moment to look back at things and see how you’ve grown. Hopefully, I’ll have even more to look at next year, lol!

But most, thanks to all of my readers for giving me the opportunity to even analyze these stats. It certainly wouldn’t have been as interesting or fulfilling without you all. I appreciate every comment and bookmark and kudos you gave this year, never doubt it! 😊

And to anyone who actually managed to get through this trainwreck of a self review, feel free to post your own looks at what you’ve been up to in 2020! I’d love to see your own progress! Feel free to tag me if you do! 😁

#writing #fanfiction #ao3 #about me #long post #fic stats #this is purely self-indulgent #it's all a bit nuts isn't it?#wow #o_O

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marshmallow-phd · 5 years

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Lost and Found

Genre: Neighbor!AU

Pairing: Tao x Reader

A/N: This little oneshot is inspdired by the above moodboard made by @xui-n-soowillbethedeathofme (I didn’t think you’d mind if I put it here)

If there was ever a tangible example of the boy next door, it would be your mysterious neighbor.

Okay, he wasn’t really that mysterious, you just didn’t know his name. And he didn’t live next door, instead occupying the the place above you in the little building you called home. But he still embodied that archetype. He seemed sweet, was ridiculously adorable, and unknowingly made you crush on him from afar.

You didn’t see much of your neighbor, just crossing paths when you were leaving and he was coming home or vise versa. He always had a smile for you accompanied by a short nod of hello that would tossle his light blonde hair.

Each time those small interactions happened, you tried to gather up the courage to ask his name or create some form of small talk, but by the time you opened your mouth, he was gone.

With a heavy sigh, you went into your apartment. If only you could get those words out. Why was it so hard to say “Hi, I’m (y/n). What’s your name?”

Inside your apartment, you rested your forehead against the door, groaning. This was a perfect example of how pathetic you were. Oh, well. For all you knew, he already had a significant other and wasn’t interested in making new friends.

Like you did most work nights, you made yourself dinner and sat down in front of your TV to catch up on the latest dramas, content in your isolation. It wasn’t the most exciting way to spend the evening, but hey, it worked for you.

The only downside is that if you didn’t keep your mind in check, your imagination wandered off to you staring in your own romantic drama with your neighbor as the male lead. That wasn’t creepy, was it?

Absentmindedly, you sighed at yourself as you munch on the bowl of pretzels in your lap. Yup. Pathetic.

Knock, knock, knock!

The banging coming from your front door startled you awake. At first, you ignored it as you lied there whimpering. It was Saturday and you were supposed to be sleeping in, especially after staying up a little too late last night. Your friends had talked you into going out for drinks last night and you were reaping the consequences of that decision currently.

Knock, knock, knock, knock!

“Fine!”

Kicking off your blanket, you marched out of your bedroom and threw your door open.

Any curse that you had lined up died on your lips as soon as you saw it was your neighbor who had woken you from your slumber.

“I am so sorry, I know it’s early, but have you seen Lanyun?” He looked genuinely worried as he fidgeted from one foot to the other.

You frowned, confused at his question. “Who?”

“Lanyun. My dog.” He held his hands out to indicate how big of a dog he was talking about.

Right! You’d often seen him taking a beautiful white puppy with blue eyes out for walks. The fact that he owned such an adorable dog just gave him brownie points in your eyes.

“Did he escape?” you asked, the thought that you probably looked like a trainwreck dancing in the back of your mind. His dog was apparently missing, your ratty t-shirt wasn’t the most pressing issue at the moment.

Your neighbor nodded frantically. “I accidentally left my door open for a second and he must have slipped out. I can’t find him anywhere around here.”

“Give me one second. I’ll get changed and help you look for him.”

“Really?” His eyebrows shot up in surprise.

“Of course!” You shot him a brief smile as you motioned for him to come inside. “Wait here. I’ll be right out.”

And so, just like that, you left your neighbor in your living room while you scurried off to your room to change. You just threw on some athletic gear and tennis shoes and headed back out. The quicker you started looking, the better chances you would have at finding the pup.

“Okay, let’s go!”

Locking up your apartment, you followed your neighbor down the stairs and and into the street below.

“So, is there anywhere Lanyun likes to go?” you asked.

He nodded. “He likes the park. Usually when I take him for walks, he pulls me in that direction.”

“Okay,” you nodded. “Let’s head in that way and see if we see him.”

The park was about three blocks away. Not much was said between the two of you. Both of you were occupied calling out for Lanyun and keeping an eye out for the wayward puppy. There was no sign of the poor thing and everyone you stopped to ask told you the same: they hadn’t seen a dog run by in the last few minutes. Maybe heading for the park wasn’t the smartest idea. Maybe the two of you should split up to cover more ground.

But just as you were about to suggest your latest idea, you reached the park and notice a little white fluff wiggling near the base of a tree.

“Hey, look!” You pulled on your neighbor’s sleeve point in the direction of the tree.

“Lanyun!” He took off, running across the street and barely missing being hit by a car before his feet hit the grass.

You sprinted after him, bowing to the poor driver in apology as you crossed the street. By the time you reached the tree, your neighbor was sitting on the ground, Lanyun licking kisses all over his chin.

“I’m glad... that was... him,” you huffed between breaths. Damn, you were out of shape.

Jumping to his feet, your neighbor held tight to his dog. “Thank you so much. I might not have spotted him without you.”

Waving away his compliment, you giggled, “It’s not a problem. I’m just glad we found him.”

The smile on his face was so bright and shining you were biting back your own obnoxious grin. Then he laughed.

“I just realized I never got your name.”

“(y/n),” you replied, holding out your hand.

Shifting Lanyun to one arm, he shook your hand with his free one. “I’m Tao.”

Finally. You had a name. And it fit him so well.

“You know,” the smile on Tao’s face shifted to a smaller, shyer version of what it once was, “we’ve been neighbors for a while, but I think this is the most we’ve ever said to each other.”

“I think you’re right,” you chuckled.

“Do you want grab a cup of coffee?”

You blinked. “What?”

“Co-ffee,” he repeated teasingly. “There’s a little cafe just down the road. We can sit outside with Lanyun, talk for a little bit.”

“I’d like that,” you replied. You would like that a whole lot.

“Let’s go.” Tao held his hand out, palm up.

You were pretty sure he wanted you to take it, but you were frozen. He wanted to hold your hand while you walked to the cafe? Was this going to be a date?

Laughing at you, he took your hand, giving you the chance to pull away if you so wished. You didn’t and you let your not-so-mysterious neighbor lead you down the road to grab a cup of coffee. You couldn’t ask for a better first date.

#exo #exo fanfiction #exo fanfic #exo drabble #exo scenarios #exo neighbor au #exo neighbor!au #tao x reader #huang zitao #z.tao #tao #Lost and Found

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vulcanscully · 5 years

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fandom #tbt: mcu stony edition

i want to acknowledge how stony and the MCU fandom inspired me creatively over the years, and also welcome new people into the emotional trainwreck that is shipping stony. also i’m old and i’ve seen some dope content out there over the years.

if u r new here and are thirsty for MORE content after seeing endgame, here are some of my favorite older artworks, essays, fics, etc i’ve enjoyed since the release of avengers 2012--and a few of my own things that i’m pretty proud of--that i think new fans should check out. :)

important links:

the steve/tony manifesto on dreamwidth (2008). aka my introduction to this shitstorm that i still link to people. it’s SO OLD that the picture links don’t even work anymore. but it’s required reading. it’s a comprehensive history of their love relationship in 616 and beyond

wingheadshellhead, tumblr’s #1 stony source across ALL marvel universes. the person who runs this blog is a hero of our time.

fic/ficlet:

“delusions of grandeur” by wix (2017) (post-CW angst. you’ve been warned)

“and in the silence that follows” by lazywriter7 (2016) (look. look. i was traumatized by CW and i needed a lot of help.)

“among the stars” by tumblr user starkpad (2016)

“hashtag finally” by wordsplat (2014) (read anything and everything by this author.)

“boundaries” by manic_intent (2014)

“who’s scruffy looking?” by jenthesweetie (2014) (the dialogue in this is from ALL characters is top notch; you’re welcome)

“if you rescue me” by sixchord (2013) (because nobody asked for a stony fic with kittens in it but i’m giving it to you anyway)

tony stark and the super sleeper by rurounihime (2012) (just. wholesome)

“even the light is an illusion” by mizzy (2012)

“the last love song of anthony e. stark” by jibrailis (2012) (MCU STONY FANDOM CLASSIC. MUST-READ)

artwork:

“wondering how their meeting in ‘infinity war’ will look like” - inksaes (i wish. i WISH.)

“see you soon, captain” - petite-madame

remember that one wood chopping scene in aou? - dchanberry

workshop makeout scene because why not - baneme-art

“so they kissed on the battlefield” - sayatsugu

this wholesome image by improvinspi

BONUS SUPERFAMILY: “maybe Stark tower needs lower ceilings” - karojunk

my shit/shameless self promotion:

“under stars” - a star trek stony AU i wrote for a fic exchange in 2014

“through chaos as it swirls” - the multichapter fic that got me through 2012

“touch” - my favorite stony oneshot i’ve written

feel free to add to this list with your own work or some of your favorite works in the last few years!

#stony #stevetony #marvel #mcu

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xluckytheninjax · 6 years

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Watch Dogs: A closer look at an OC of mine

So,basically,I’m bored.I was looking for an excuse to draw,and looking for one of those 10+ character/OC memes with the randomass questions,but found this instead.It’s an OC meme/bio template,found here by Mister-Saturn on dA.

This thing is long,but it covers a lot.So,yeee.

Who better to go depth about than WD!Kayla,since I’m all about Watch Dogs these days?A lot of this stuff is copied from the original post I made...i also removed some of the things since I have not thought about it as far

Basics

Full Name:

Kayla Horizon

Nicknames:

Kay/Ninja/Ghost/Lucky

Hacker allias/screename:

N1nJ4 {Ninja}

Sex:

Female

Age:

23 years old

Birth Date:

03/03/1995 {if the WD world took place in 2018}

Birthplace:

In Gauteng,South Africa

Current Residence:

Close to San Francisco,a great damn house

Appearance

Height:

5’11

Eyes:

“Not every day you see someone with heterochromia.”

Left eye is blue,right eye is green

Hair:

Original hair color is dirty blonde Currently ombre:Brown - Dirty blonde - Blonde

Long hair,shaved shorter on the right side.Leaving it loose or tying it in a ponytail or something depends on how she’s feeling,and whether it’s mission time or not.Can’t work if you’ve got hair in your face.

Physical Flaws/Birthmarks/Scars:

Huge scar through her left eye,and a small one through her lip on the right.There are some other faint scars here and there,nothing too major though.

Lots of freckles

Usual Attire:

{I’ll post the clothing rambles from the original}

Has a variety of beanies,snapbacks and caps

Has one pair of sunglasses,aviators,as the rest got broken

She wears glasses,unless out on missions

Has a lot of t-shirts and hoodies

Has a fair amount of long sleeved shirts

Has a lot of jeans,shorts and sweatpants

Owns a few pairs of sneakers and track-shoes,and two pairs of combat boots

Has a few bandannas/masks

Has literally one fancy shirt she wears with a vest,bowtie,black pants and sneakers

Went to Swelter Skelter as some sort of glow in the dark Matryoshka-fied skeleton

Doesn’t wear any jewelry apart from her piercings and some random bracelets

Carries a shoulder bag which is clearly bigger on the inside {otherwise,how would you fit a laptop,drone,RC rover,and some other stuff in there?} With some badges and Dedsec decals

Hoodies are 60% of the time oversized

PJs are a random t-shirt and boardshorts {Onesie in the winter over that}

Has a hoodie that says 'Ghost’ and '07’ on the back {Aka my favorite Mystery skulls song and lucky number}

Tattoos/Piercings:

A lot of ear piercings on both sides,and a tongue piercing

A bunch of stars on her left wrist,a small ‘x’ on top of her right wrist,and a ’=D’ on her back {right shoulder}

Other Accessories:

She wears a lot of bracelets ‘n stuff,and glasses

Personality

Personality Traits:

Stubborn

Cares a lot for her family,friends and workpals {who’re also friends}

Loyal to DedSec

Not easily influenced

Quiet

Overthinks everything

Sarcastic

Not easily intimidated {Or so she claims}

Happy with what her life is,even between all the stress and overthinking.

Has some trust issues.The type where she gets this feeling in her gut telling her whether a person can be trusted or not.She trusted her workpals immediately,she trusted Ray immediately…as an example of who she didn’t trust,Horatio’s co-worker.And she wasn’t even on that mission.

Usually keeps things that wouldn’t be important to the current objective(s)/mission(s) to herself

It’s a good thing her face is blurred out like the others’,cause she’s camera shy.She hates getting photos taken of her,she hates looking at the camera…unless of course,she’s the one taking a photo of scenery or of friends.If you’re gonna point a camera of any sort to her face,she will not hesitate to break it.

Very protective over the things and people she cares about.So,you wreck her car? You insult DedSec or target her pals? You mess with Sitara’s artwork? You kidnap other DedSec members? Mess with DedSec’s systems? You mess with her dog or drag her family into things you shouldn’t? You better start running then,pal.And make it fast.

Trained herself to not cry in front of people.It’s harder than it looks.Anger also gets bottled up.One day she’ll snap….probably.Then all chaos and hell will break loose.

Loses a lot of sleep thinking

Stresses over nothing

Introvert

Reckons anything can be solved by an asskicking

Takes her job seriously,but,in between she likes messing with people

Claims she doesn’t care,but she cares too much

Honesty,loyalty,respect and trust are big things to her.As explained before,she follows her gut on who to trust and who not.If you’re gonna betray DedSec,you might end up dead.Everybody lies,it’s human nature,but that’s where trust and loyalty comes in with honesty.The three walk hand in hand,really.Respect? You respect her,she respects you,as easy as that.

-Because she keeps a lot of things to herself,a lot of her personality remains a mystery.

What annoys her?

A lot of things,don’t worry about it

What makes her happy?

Again,a lot of things,like animals {especially baby animals and dogs} and games,no worries.

Greatest Fears/Phobias:

Fear of needles and a slight fear of tight spaces and heights

Patience Level:

Really patient depending on who she’s dealing with

Self-esteem:

Might seem really confident,and she really does seem to be that way,but in reality,her self-esteem is pathetic

Hobbies/Interests:

Gaming

Streetracing

Drawing

Hacking

Writing

Collecting Vinyl/pop figures

Favorites:

Color - Purple/Blood red

Food - Pizza

Animal - Giraffes/dogs of all types {including wild ones like wolves and hyenas}/rhinos

Clothing - Hoodies/t-shirts

School Subject - “When I was in highschool....IT and Life science/Biology“

Music (genre) - Punk rock/alternative rock/rock n roll/pop music

Books (genre) - Adventure,mystery,action,comedy

Movies (genre) - ^^^

Season - Autumn/Fall

Time of Day - Night time

Least Favorites:

Color - Pink

Food - Bananas/Onions

Animal - Doesn’t really have a least favorite animal...except if humans count

Clothing - Skirts ‘n dresses

School Subject - Health Class/PE

Music (genre) - Classical/Rap

Books (genre) - Romance

Movies (genre) - ^^

Season - Winter

Time of Day - Early morning

Personal

A brief description of your character’s history:

Born South African,moved to San Francisco.Parents also in SF,while sister moved to South Korea with a friend.Been living there for 5 years.Hacking’s been a big hobby since she was younger.She kept it a secret from her parents,to avoid being lectured and banned from her computer.Big gamer since she was a teenager.Became an intern at a police station while still at university.It doesn’t make sense why an IT student would decide on working at a police station,but eyyy,whatever.Got promoted for solving some huge computer related cases through hacking.Two years back she was called to investigate something not even closely related to hacking computers.They reckoned she would be able to handle it.Went undercover.Had to take on dangerous 'jobs’ and compete in races in order to infiltrate and take down a ruthless international crime smuggling syndicate, consisting of illegal street racers and car thieves.She ended up leaving her temporary job because of the amount of times the police chased after her for street racing,resisting arrest and all the property damage.Y'know,going too deep undercover.Wrecked a lot of cars,got rid of a lot of thugs,hacked a lot cameras,streetlights and other things to finish her job and to get away.After that was over,she made sure to erase all of that off her profile on the ctOS database.Had to do a lot of things,a lot of dangerous things,to get noticed by DedSec,and eventually got in.It wasn’t really necesary that she put her life in danger like that,but she did anyway.Go big or go home…I won’t go much into detail about that because I haven’t thought as far.

{This mess….I’ll fix eventually.It’s random,it doesn’t make sense,it isn’t how real life works,but whatever.}

Political Preference:

“Anything’s better than where we are now,honestly”

Darkest Secret:

“All of ‘em are the same amount of darkness.I’ve done a lot of bad stuff,killed a lot of people...bad people of course....I think the worst thing I’ve done is probably causing a huge car crash during one of the races while I was undercover...”

Guilty Pleasures:

None?

Does she keep a diary or journal?

Yep,shockingly enough,she has a journal.She doesn’t use it as a diary,to write the day’s happenings,not always.She uses it to write notes down,draw scribbles,and to write down thoughts,things she has to do,etc.

Relationships

Family Living With:

She lives with her dog and a lot of house plants.Yeah.

Family Situation:

Her parents live in close range to her,which was just luck,honestly,and her sister {21 years old} lives in South Korea with a friend

Former Friends:

She had a group of friends back home,which she slowly lost contact with after high school...well,after the one’s wedding anyway.

Current Friends:

The main DedSec crew {Marcus,Sitara,Wrench,Josh,Ray} and some of the other DedSec members in the area.Was friends with Horatio too...but as we know....he’s gone.

Former Love Interest:

A guy from school...we’re not gonna go into that

Current Love Interest:

None

Former Enemies:

Former racing buddies...the bunch from when she went undercover...police,kinda?

Current Enemies:

The same people,plus the gangs,Blume,etc

What do his/her friends like about her?

She’s a good firend and teammate,who cares a lot more for them than herself,she always sticks to mission orders while still having fun

What do his/her friends dislike about her?

The fact that she cares more for others than herself {it’s good and bad},always getting into trouble and almost gets herself killed somehow

Why do his/her enemies hate her?

That’s some streetracing history

The fact that she’s a hacker/DedSec member

Always ruining plans with her pals

Occupation:

She’s a member of DedSec,so,she’s a hacker.

As a cover/dayjob she works at a huge gaming store on some days {Every second day except for weekends}.It’s just a temporary job for now.She ended up applying for some programming job,like her parents wanted.Just waiting to hear back.

Relationship Status:

Single,no crushes or anything of the sort. “Had to leave everyone behind since we moved here….went to uni,didn’t find anyone that’s my type…and some things that happened in the past leave me in this state where I am against romance I guess? Not like an abusive relationship or heartbreak or anything like that…just things I’m not gonna talk about.”

Virgin?

Yep

Hate anyone?

Obviously - can’t have enemies for nothin’

Killed anyone?

Again,that’s obvious

Would you and your character get along?

Yeah,she’s my persona after all

Would you like to hang out with your character?

Hell yeah

Would your character like you?

Not sure on that one

Abilities/Achievements

Achievements:

Took down that whole group of people stealing cars ‘n stuff {those NFS:U shenanigans}

Finished high school and she finished studying at the university too

Became a famous gamer {No hacking/cheats}

Still being alive is also an achievement

Failures:

Got innocent people killed

Almost got Marcus and the others killed a few times

Skills:

That’s part of the ‘other’ section I’m adding to the thing

How strong is she?

Fairly strong

Health

Diet:

She follows a healthy diet {she ain’t no vegan/vegetarian though},but she doesn’t mind eating sweet things now and then.The girl lives on Pepsi,some other sodas,lots of water and energy drinks.

Exercise:

She likes exercising to keep herself in shape for missions and such - jogs from time to time,goes to a gym,ye.

Physical Health Problems:

Nothing major or deadly...nothing as far as I know?

Mental Health Problems:

Does being a bit of an insomniac count?

Hygiene:

Amazing hygiene,very important to this human.She isn’t one of those extremely clean freaks though,who are afriad of germs ‘n getting their hands dirty.

Situations (What would they do or how would they react?)

Your character is called up for an award and is congratulated.

She’s be happy and accept,but she won’t go bragging about it or anything.

Your character didn’t win any awards and watches as someone else is congratulated.

She’s be really damn happy for that person,unless it’s someone with a hidden agenda/someone of evil nature.

Your character is winning at a game of some kind.

Again,she’d be happy,but doesn’t brag or go and insult the other team {if it’s a multiplayer game}

Your character lost at a game of some kind.

You win some,you lose some.She shrugs,and encourages her team that they’ll do better next time {again,if it’s a multiplayer game}.

Your character has a crush on someone and must find out how to tell them.

Whelp,like me,she’s probably not gonna tell the person.Fear of getting rejected ‘n all.

Your character tells that person and they agree to go out with them.

She makes sure to get enough advice so she doesn’t screw up.Real nervous and flustered.

Your character tells that person and gets rejected.

That’s why we don’t tell the person in the first place.

Your character is asked out by someone they like.

Very blushy and flustered,speaks gibberish,and would probably say yes.She wouldn’t trust it at first,but if she knows the true intentions of the person,she’d agree.

Your character is asked out by someone they don’t like that way.

To spare feelings,she’d still agree,but if it goes a bit too far/awkward,she’ll explain.

Your character’s crush is revealed by someone else.

She doesn’t have a crush at the moment,so ha

Your character loses a family member or a close friend.

That actually happened...losing Horatio was a painful time,full of sadness and crying.She wasn’t as close to him,but,yeah.

Your character loses a pet.

Crying for a million years

Your character loses a very important personal belonging.

If it was stolen,she’ll track the person down and kick their ass.if it was lost through anything else,she’d be sad,mad,and probably see if she can replace it.

Your character loses something that they were borrowing.

“Well shit” Time to go on a crazy search for the item.

Your character is stolen from.

Track ‘em down,and kick their ass

Your character is offered drugs/alcohol/a cigarette.

Hates alcohol,smoking and drugs.Thus,she doesn’t drink at all,she has never smoked,never done drugs or vaping or anything of the sort. if you’re gonna give her alcohol,she’s not gonna drink it.If you’re gonna give her a cigarrette,she’ll throw it away.If you give her drugs,she’ll give them right back.

Your character is publicly humiliated in front of a lot of people.

Wouldn’t be the first time.She shrugs it off,but,it’ll haunt her thoughts for quite a while.

Your character killed someone.

She’s killed a lot of people...bad people,so,nothing big.

Your character witnessed a murder.

She can’t handle death of the innocent,so usually when witnessing the murder of an innocent person or animal,she’ll murder whoever did it.She gets this weird feeling inside,like a mini heart attack or so.

Your character is being argued with.

She’s stubborn,so don’t think she’ll give up on arguments so easily.If it’s someone she cares about,she’ll accept their statement rather than arguing.

Your character trips and hurts herself.

Welcome to clumsy R us.Since she was little,she tripped a lot and hurt herself.Scraped knees ‘n legs,scraped elbows,arms and hands.It’s happened so much before,that she doesn’t even feel the pain anymore.

Your character is given a gift they’ve always wanted.

Really thankful,thanks the person a million times,makes sure what she’ giving is put to use.

Your character is given a gift they couldn’t care less about.

She is still thankful,and still makes use of whatever she’s given.

Your character arrives home after a bad day.

She just showers,eats,then goes to watch TV,play games,listen music or whatever,and goes to bed early.

Your character arrives home after a good day.

Pretty much the same thing...just less angry/sad and she goes to bed whenever she feels like.

Other

{self added section to repost the rest of the stuff}

Working for: DedSec,what did you expect? She was going to go work for those dumbass monkeys,or the rat cult? Pff,nah.

Cars:

Personal car is the Ford Ranger truck she got ported in from home. It’s white with black decals and raptor kit.The thing’s a beast.

Other car she keeps in the garage is the Lotus Elise she used to streetrace with.Purple with a white stripe down the middle.This thing is upgraded to the max {of course what garages can do,plus some things only a hacker can pull off}.Best part is,it doesn’t look like it belongs on the /shittycarmods subreddit.

During the day,while on missions,she has some randomass car/truck/four wheeler/motorbike she 'borrows’ or the one car she’s been putting some DedSec decals on {Sitara’s design,of course}….Then there’s the DedSec police cruiser too.

Pets: She has a Great Dane named Trompie.Her parents watch the dog during the day {or night depending on missions} and if she has to stay at the Hackerspace/work on missions all day,she takes him along.He behaves,and doesn’t annoy anyone…unless he sits on the couch.He’s got his own little space,with food,water and a blanket to sit on,plus newspapers.Even got toys.He’s 7 months old,and like his owner,he has heterochromia.The name’s Afrikaans,since well,can’t forget your roots,can ya? Wears a DedSec bandana over his collar.Pretty smart,but he has a thing for chasing after the drones and little RC rovers.Was not a big fan of Wrench Jr.

It took a few weeks for Wrench to get used to the dog.He didn’t even notice it until it was lazing on the couch next to Mickey while she was working.It was a scene to experience.

He doesn’t go along on missions for obvious reasons {Micks doesn’t want him to get hurt/killed…and she’s pretty sure he’d be in the way…or set off an explosive or something}.

Random shiz:

Main hangout is the main Hackerspace from the game.Second being the Silicon Valley one.

Has gone on some missions with Marcus {the ones where multiple things need to be done or where it’s going to take more than one person to do,but it’s only one thing that needs to be stolen/hacked}.

When looked at with the profiler her profile says

ctOS.exe has stopped responding

Memes 'n Dreams

How 'bout nah

Also does the parkouring,climbing high buildings and messing with cranes

Likes the skeleton Dedsec paint on her cars/motorbikes

Almost shot Lenni quite a few times - too many witnesses stopped her from doing so

Finds it entertaining to help Wrench {he’s a really amusing guy to be around,alright?}

Graffiti is great

Reckons a 'Josh protection squad’ should be made {Don’t harass him,pls}

Sees Ray as some sort of cool hippie uncle

Doesn’t smoke but always has a lighter to set stuff on fire if needed

Named her drone and rover she printed.Harvey for the rover and Zippy for the drone.Why,you might ask? Why not? Their names are painted on the sides of them.

“There’s another reason I get called Ninja.It’s not just the screenname.“

Sneaking/Stealth skill +100

Parkour skill +90

Agility +87

Speed +85

Martial arts and self defence +90

Even with skill,she’s really damn clumsy

Is sometimes going out on missions instead of Marcus,if Marcus needs to rest or recover.Goes on own little side missions as well

“First day on the damn job and I get my hoodie stolen by my workpal.”

When out on missions during the day,she wears a range of shirts/hoodies.On nightly missions she wears all black.

Weapons of choice are:

*Stungun

*SVD/other snipers {Including the Stun sniper}

*Shotguns

*Baseball bat

*Knives,especially flip knives

When hanging out at the Hackerspace {with nothing else to do} she’s sitting with her laptop or working on a PC.Either hacking,working stuff out,or searching useful stuff.

Her phone has a little charm hanging on the side.It’s a mini Deadpool logo

Always there to lend a hand

While she has told the others about the street racing stuff after first joining,she literally never talked about it again, hoping they’d forget

Isn’t one for cursing too much,but in some situations it’s needed to calm a person down…will not hesitate to swear in another language.

Fingerguns

Doesn’t drink coffee or tea,or hot chocolate.

Always carries one of her flip knives with her.

Never reveals location of her house or her parents’. Usually kills the cameras temporarily in the area when she’s driving home.

Night owl/always exhausted pigeon

Likes fire and setting things on fire {Do you know how great it is to set gangs’ supplies ablaze just to spite them?}

Also a fan of explosives.Don’t give her any though….she’ll probably blow stuff up she’s not supposed to.

Not that good a swimmer.She can swim well enough to keep herself from sinking,but she ain’t no olympic medallist.

Likes camping

Probably became part of the team a bit before our boy Marcus.A few weeks before,probably.

References to movies/games/songs and puns 100%

Loves animals,and pets every single dog she can

Doesn’t have the cleanest resume.Street racing,property damage,murder,hacking,breaking into private property,stealing {data,high-tech weapons,etc},car theft,resisting arrest,the list goes on.

Wishes grappling hooks were actually a thing {simlar to those of JC3 or spy movies}

Loves Deadpool

Always has earphones in the ears if not listening to others talk or on missions,and still hears everything she’s supposed to around her. {I own this skill,so it ain’t impossible}

Loving the zombie apocalypse/post apocalyptic stuff

Loves drawing,that’s why graffiti is also great

While she dresses like a hipster/geek {with some badass Dedsec stuff in between} most of the time,she’s an emo/punk soul.

Can’t dance to save her life

Reckons that her haircut is shit,and that it’s the product from getting drunk with friends.Thus,the hate for alcohol grows stronger

Likes Vaperwave and Retrowave stuff

Avoids clubs of any sort

Mosquito magnet

Can program and reprogram a lot of things,such as robots,drones,hell,if she tries hard enough she might be able to do the same to cars,but building/rebuilding/re-engineering things…that’s difficult.The only building related skill she has is upgrading and modding her drone and RC rover,along with fixing up/upgrading/modding cars.

Learned a lot about cars while undercover.

Did some graffiti work for Sitara.Got a badass galaxy DedSec design on the side of some building,and a little DedSec-fied Undertale reference one too.

Was very disturbed when that whole thing with the DedSec parody and strip club owner went down.Almost had a heart attack when Marcus told the bunch that the Bratva threw him in the trunk of a car that’s in the process of being crushed.

When threatening people {Bad people,'course} she likes saying that she’s going to snap the person like a stick

House isn’t as big a mess as one would think {Compared to Ray’s old place/the silo and the motel room where Aiden lived before it got blown up}.The hacking related things,such as her computer,laptop,at least nine monitors,a ton of harddrives,etc,are in her room,and there’s no sign of anything of the sort outside of that.

Parents still oblivious,still don’t know she’s a hacker,still don’t know about her street racing ways.She prefers it that way….that’s why nobody sees the garage or bedroom.

Not a fan of attention,would rather keep a low profile and let her workpals get the fame.But of course,when there’s some bad stuff on DedSec,she won’t be afraid to show off her opinion and stick with the others

It’s great being sometimes-partners with Marcus

It’s also great going off on missions on your own

“Screw you,you son of a bitch.”

*Proceeds to flip person off as it’s the worst she’ll do before it switches to violence and knife threats*

“Viva La Resistance/Rebellion” in a really bad French accent

“You see this knife? It’s my knife. What I’m gonna do with it? Shove it down your throat if you don’t shut the hell up.”

“The name’s Dead Inside.How ya doin’?”

“You look like a terrorist.”

“I promise you,I am NOT a terrorist.”

“What are you then?”

“A ninja.”

“Are you some kind of weirdass goth person?”

“Nin-ja.”

She has abandonment issues,that’s why she prefers doing missions solo.Means she can’t lose anyone while on missions or get betrayed/left behind.

#that took a lot longer to do than I expected #but have some new suff and stuff from the original post #still working on my trainwreck of a oneshot #still working on my picture #character bio #watch dogs #watch dogs 2 #watch dogs oc

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lettersfromn0where · 5 years

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Creator Tag

Rules: It’s time to love yourselves! Choose your 5 favorite works you created in the past year (fics, art, edits, etc!) and link them below to reflect on the amazing things you brought into the world in 2018. Tag as many writers/artists/etc as you want (fan or original!) so we can spread the love and link each other to awesome works!

I was tagged, appropriately, by my first-ever Tumblr buddy, @disruptedvice - thank you for thinking of me!

This is a bit tough because every fanwork I’ve ever posted has been written since April. There’s certainly a few stupid oneshots in my repertoire that I’m not proud of, but considering that at the beginning of the year I was petrified of the mere idea of writing and sharing fanfiction, I’m rather pleased with the fact that I managed to do anything at all. So, without further ado, my top five (in order from 5th-1st):

5. remember me, once in a while (please promise me you'll try) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14936669

Short summary: IW missing scene. After Gamora is taken on Knowhere, Peter struggles to accept the reality that she may be gone. There is a letter. It is 100% intentional emotional manipulation, pure and simple, and I’m pretty sure everyone who read this realized that.

Excerpt:

The faint trails of tears, yet to evaporate, lingered on Peter’s face for all his attempts to disguise them as he turned the sheet of paper in his hands, reluctant to open it for fear of tainting something so precious. He paid no heed to the ever-shifting starscape racing past the windows, trying not to risk being caught in tears as he thought of the moment, on the way to Knowhere, that Gamora had pressed the letter into his hands.

“In case…” She said, but trailed off, neither wanting to confront the sentence’s inevitable end.

“No,” Peter had protested, voice thick with emotion. “You won’t-“

"It’s just a precaution,” Gamora had tried to reassure him, but even she knew her tone was entirely unconvincing.

Peter had kept the letter with him every moment they’d been apart, hoping desperately he’d never need to open it but unwilling to part from it lest it be lost along with –

No, he told himself, feverishly, with all of the desperation his worry-worn mind could muster.

Commentary: This one was not what I’d consider to be my best-written piece, but it was certainly (from the way people reacted) one of the most emotionally impactful. Any fic that gets you multiple angry comments from people claiming you made them cry has to be at least somewhat of a favorite, right? This one was, oddly enough, based on an anime, “Your Lie in April.” I’m not an anime person, but YLIA is about a violinist, so as a violinist I had to watch it, and it BROKE MY HEART INTO A MILLION TINY PIECES. *Spoiler* one of the key moments in the series comes after the protagonist’s death when she leaves a letter to the boy she was in love with for him to read after she dies, revealing things she couldn’t while she was alive. That idea of the posthumous letter, translated to the GOTG-verse (and the fact that I sobbed my eyes out while rewatching the clip where said boy reads the letter), made its way into my mind and wouldn’t leave. And that is why I had several very angry people cursing at me in the comments.

And to whoever commented “f*** you”: I’m honored.

4. meet me in this broken place https://archiveofourown.org/works/15646347

Short Summary: post-IW, during the (hypothetical) events of Endgame. My Damaged Babies, Peter and Wanda (Maximoff), both of whom lost significant others during the events of IW, find solace in the fact that they both know the feeling of losing everyone one holds dear.

Excerpt:

They don’t want to imagine a world without the ones they love, but – even with their teammates working around the clock, making and discarding endless plans to save them – they realize now that maybe their good fortune had been exhausted by their own returns to life. They are left with no choice but to venture blindly into a bleak future without the ones whose sides they never thought they’d leave.

“What are we going to do?” she asks, too weary to conceal her worry.

“I guess…we just have to keep going,” he says numbly, but it’s plain as day that he doesn’t believe a word out of his own mouth.

“What is there for us in a future without them?” she asks, rhetorically but not entirely so, and plays with the hem of her jacket. It’s frayed with the trauma of the past days, looking about as battered and torn as she feels.

“Don’t know.” He shrugs. “I wish I still knew how to hope that I’d see her again.”

“Isn’t that the problem, though?” she asks, pursing her lips in painful irony. “None of us knows how to hope for the best anymore. We try to fix things, not believing that anything we do is going to work.”

He ponders her statement, turns it over in his mind – it is their problem, he realizes. They are working tirelessly towards an end they all believe to be futile. Yes, they’ve accomplished three-quarters of what they set out to do. But it doesn’t feel like a figure to celebrate when the other quarter of the equation determines the fate of the people they cherish most.

Commentary: this is essentially a super depressing slice-of-life fic. I chose it because A) Wanda Maximoff is the love of my life and I loved writing her, and B) I think the writing in this is just about the best I’ve seen in any of my work. I like the way the prose came out here - the melancholy tone lends itself well to the style in which I write, if that makes any sense, even if at points the excess of run-on sentences and overlong prose becomes rather tired. I was proud of this one. (Not super popular, but it always seems like it’s the super trite stuff I don’t think was good that gets comments while the ones I like are unnoticed. Heh...)

3. I Guess It’s Half Timing (and the Other Half’s Luck) https://archiveofourown.org/works/14775470/chapters/34172447

Short Summary: high school AU. Peter’s a jock, benched with academic ineligibility until he can get his grades up. Gamora is the type-A star student in charge of the peer tutoring program that may be Peter’s only hope of playing in the State Championships. You can probably predict the ending...

Excerpt:

“So, let me get this straight. You’re eligible again, but you still wanna spend every single afternoon at tutoring?” Rocket shook his head, sincerely disappointed. “You’ve got it worse than I thought.”

“Yes and no,” Peter vaguely defended himself. “I mean, yeah, she won’t talk to me any other way, but I’ve realized something, too.”

“This oughta be good,” Rocket snickered. “What, do ya suddenly feel called to be a brain surgeon or something?”

Peter fixed him with a nonplussed gaze. “Why would I want to do that? I can’t even get a shot without losing it.”

Rocket rolled his eyes. “I mean, do you think your future depends on your grades all the sudden? Little late for that.”

“No, but now that I’ve realized I can do better, it should start aiming higher-“ he started to explain.

“…because Gamora only dates guys who care about school,” Nebula finished for him, walking up with her usual inopportune timing.

“Dude! How and why are you always sneaking up on me?” Peter shuddered. “It’s creepy!”

Nebula shrugged. “I pride myself on my timing.”

“Oh, so this is what that’s about,” Rocket cackled. “You’re hilarious. You fall for the smartest girl in your class and all the sudden you decide you’re going to be on the honor roll or something?”

“Rocket…”

Commentary: this fic. Ohhhh, boy. It was a bit of a trainwreck, but oh, how I LOVED writing it. It’s a light, fluffy high school rom-com mixing my own relentless fixation on academics with excessive melodrama, a very, VERY OOC Nebula, and a million vague tie-ins to the movies that I’m fairly certain no one noticed. “Half Timing” is not, in my opinion, fantastically written (witty at times, mind-numbingly cheesy at others), but it was endlessly fun to write, and I loved the ending. Plus, it’s the reason I became friends with @disruptedvice, who had MANY feelings about the New Year’s scene. MANY. (She was 37% of the reason this fic was so fun to write.) It spawned three unnecessary sequel oneshots and was a productive start to a summer which I spent primarily writing fanfiction and studying for the SAT. This one’s on here for the nostalgia and the fact that it was so central to everything else I’ve written, not for literary merit, but it is and will always be dear to my heart.

2. So Many Things Unknown https://archiveofourown.org/works/14632275/chapters/33818142

Short Summary: Soul World Mantis feels. A half fix-it.

Excerpt:

Peter didn’t need to hear his name to know it was him she called to, and exactly who was calling and why and where he was and – He turned. Mantis saw Gamora’s eyes widen, filling with tears, almost beginning to go to him before stopping herself again, for reasons Mantis did not understand. For a while the two simply stood, perhaps thirty feet apart, saying nothing and staring across the distance at each other as if they were not sure of the reliability of their eyesight.

And then she broke into a run, and they were in each other’s arms, and Mantis could not hear everything they were saying, but she knew from the way their shoulders shook that both were crying, and she thought she heard a faint “I love you” and she knew they both said something to the effect of “I thought I’d lost you” and “I’m here” and repeated it until they both finally believed it was really happening, and something inside her felt suddenly warm and whole.

She had seen her share of unfair endings in the last couple of days. Untold numbers of young, gifted, and truly good people had been taken long before their times. Countless others had lost the ones they held dearest, some forced to watch. The future of the universe looked rather bleak; half of her friends were trapped in some sort of afterlife in a rock that had started a war, and the rest were scattered across the cosmos. But she knew, in that moment, that it would not stay this way. They would find a way out of here, and they’d stop this and make everything right again. Mantis was surer of this than she had been of anything before. Optimistic, perhaps, she knew; but she felt this time that her instinct could not be proven wrong.

This, too, would pass.

It had to.

Commentary: my first posted fanfic and the lovely @marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches‘ favorite, I almost didn’t post this. I was deathly afraid of writing fanfiction for years and it took the trauma of IW to make me realize how many stories I had to tell, if I’d only allow myself. I was overly cautious when I wrote this, terrified of writing someone OOC or setting the story at an unrealistically fast pace, and I didn’t think it was much good, but I posted it anyway...and here I am. Some of the sweetest comments I’ve ever received were about this piece and though at time the progression of events is a bit ???, I think it was a decent start. “So Many Things Unknown” was where it all started, and though it’s not my favorite thing I’ve written, I’m proud that I was able to get it out there.

1. Take What I Took and Give It Back to You

https://archiveofourown.org/works/14986307

Short Summary: Mantis feels, 5+1 style. That is all.

Excerpt:

She can’t see it. Mantis has never been an influencer; she’s simply in the background, where she’s always assumed she is meant to be. But perhaps that – sensitivity, a sort of gentleness – is what she brings to the team that it lacked before, she concludes.

She is an empath, after all, and a powerful one. Most of her teammates possess the emotional intelligence of lumps of metal. Mantis thinks, liking the idea more than she admits, that maybe she’s helping to shape those metal lumps.

After all, hearts are malleable, she thinks. They don’t stay the same.

Sitting in the kitchen once again, staring into her beloved mug, chipped with four years of wear, Mantis smiles.

Commentary: and now for my all-time favorite. I rarely think well of my writing, but I was SO incredibly proud of this one. As an ex-homeschooler who grew up relatively isolated and still does not “understand the intricacies of social interaction,” I’ve always connected to Mantis more than any other Guardian; if I had to pick, she’d probably be my favorite character in the entire MCU canon. So I love writing her. It makes me feel as if I can get inside her head in a way I can’t with the other Guardians. In addition, the 5+1 format was a perfectly-suited framing device for the story I wanted to tell, and I’m pretty sure I exhausted a year’s worth of pretty lines on this story. I feel like I risk sounding arrogant, but when you genuinely love your own writing, you have to embrace it - that’s VERY rare. As soon as I saw that I’d been tagged for this, I knew that this would be the story I ranked as my favorite.

Thank you SO much for the tag, @disruptedvice! Tagging @bevioletskies and @marypoppinswasmyfatherbitches.

#fanfic #creator tag

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greenteafiend · 6 years

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Voltron fic recs part 2

Part one is here. I’m up to page 12 of my bookmarks on Ao3, and I’m working my way backwards chronologically. Whoop.

Keith the Amnesiac by jilliancares 8878 words Klance. Temporary amnesia Keith! Its adorable, especially when Keith shares personal feelings openly with Lance that he wouldn’t normally and Lance is like “Whhhhhy, future you is gonna KILL me Keith!” Very cute and fluffy.

A Memory Like a Snapshot by MemekonVLD 10142 words Klance. Opposite of the fic above, Lance loses his memories temporarily and makes the assumption that he and Keith have a closer, more intimate relationship than in reality. Also very cute and fluffy.

Making the Most of the Night by saezutte 15793 words Klance. One of my all time favorite smut fics, everyone is just really in character and its really funny. This line happens in it: "I can't believe we're drawing straws to see who gets to have sex with Lance," Keith muttered. And many more just hilarious one liners. Plot-wise, two of the Paladins have to have sex for an alien ceremony thing to secure an alliance and you can guess who draws the short straw.

No Greater Gift by usernicole 20062 words Klance. Keith smuggles a cat on board the castle and it teaches him about love and family, and then he falls in love. This fic is so so sweet, very fluffy.

nothing’s quite as sweet by dimpleforyourthoughts 50369 words Klance. The best coffee shop AU I’ve ever read. Very sweet. Very fluffy.

A Fish and a Bird (13140 words) along with it’s sequel There is no Lube in Space (150616 words) by Methoxyethane Klance. A fish and a bird is hilarious, Lance is a disaster of a human that doesn’t realize he’s dating Keith which Keith takes poorly, and then There is no Lube in Space follows their relationship through some ups and downs and its very exciting and just good plot-wise. Also, excellent smut-wise.

the meaning of donuts by Katranga 14770 words Klance. I love everything about this fic. Its super cute, and features Keith and Lance coming to terms with their feelings for each other, and doing cute gestures for each other.

The Bet by anonymouschupacabra (accordingtomyresearch) 35847 words Klance. College AU, friends with benefits to boyfriends with a side of mutual pining and Lance trying to make Keith jealous which results in them making a stupid bet. Great smut.

Love Bite(s) by ArchetypeOfAdespota 57607 words Klance. One of my favorite love bug AUs. Keith gets stung and its a beautiful trainwreck. Great characterization, just great in general.

Prison Bonds by GriffinRose 20622 words Gen. Keith and Lance get captured by some aliens that feed of human emotions, and the aliens force them to relieve their saddest memories. Just a bunch of hurt and comfort.

Sewing Patches by ardett & maychorian 39899 words Gen. This story, and the associated stories is an AU where the Galra have colonized earth and figure out Lance is the Blue Paladin when he is still a child. They take him and mold him and use him against the rest of the Paladins until the BoM steal him away. Lance is very very different in this story, and its really interesting to see him interact with the other Paladins. Heavy on the hurt and comfort, but a really interesting take. (part 1 is this oneshot. Sewing Patches is technically part 2)

All the Stars Go Dark by nightwalker 33330 words Gen. Zombie AU where Shiro wakes up after Kerberos in a space station to find that the Zombie plague rages. He goes on a mission back to earth to see if there are any survivors at the Garrison. This is super super cool, everyone is very badass.

(Now I’m up to page 11 of my bookmarks so expect more fic recs in the future)

#voltron #fic recs #fanfiction #klance #vld

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defeateddetectives · 6 years

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year end fanfic review meme for posterity and science and….motivation towards a more creatively productive year ahead y/yyyy

Total number of completed stories: 10 i think? ‘completed’ is used loosely as i’m including oneshot-collections…

Total word count: if i’m doing the math right… ~17 k?

Fandoms written in: yuri!!! on ice, natsume yuujinchou, project fuc[k] everything, [mysterious yuletide redaction]

Looking back, did you write more fic than you thought you would this year, less, or about what you’d predicted? i feel like every year i say that i wrote less than i wanted to/hoped to and i feel the same this year, but looking at the numbers, i actually wrote more than the year previous which is bizarre considering that most of this year was a cacophonic whirlwind and i still don’t know how anything got done (the answer is ofc the carly rae jepsen fic is an outlier and should not be counted!!!) but basically, i started the year with a bang and then….steadily declined in creative output :D

What’s your own favorite story of the year? [OPENING HORNS TO RUN AWAY WITH ME.MP3 BLARE IN THE DISTANCE] we can turn the world to gold was written in a state of breathless dizzying adoration and i think it shows. i also have a bit of an inexplicable soft spot for where the water is darker

Did you take any writing risks this year? could probably answer most of this meme with carly rae jepsen horns but yeah, trying to turn my endless crying about yuri plisetsky and figure skating into coherent sentences was a risk. signing up for yuletide again was a risk given that i was deathly afraid at the start of it that i wouldn’t finish but then wound up getting fairly excited after i got the assignment so it worked out!

Do you have any fanfic or ofic goals for the New Year? just. write. stuff. and don’t overthink it.

My best story of this year: my favourites are still/probably always gonna be the ones i consider the best

My most popular story of this year: the entirety of we can turn the world to gold was a surreal experience, including the extremely warm reception/feedback :’)

Story of mine most under-appreciated by the universe, in my opinion: i honestly find this question the weirdest to answer every year but nothing stands out. the stuff i was invested in felt fairly appreciated in some form or other

Most fun story to write: i honestly churned out the first draft of we can turn the world to gold in a week flat and i can’t remember the last time i did that for something of that size and it was cathartic and exhilarating and felt almost effortless. the skating and location research for it was also SO FUN and didnt feel like work at all. i actually recall a few people responding really positively and that they felt like the featured cities were accurately painted, which was immensely rewarding given that they were places i’d never been to/had known so little about!

Story with the single sexiest moment: aha ha h a does psychological bdsm ft. matoba seiji count?? if so, sleep-paralysis pro…bab…ly

Story that shifted my own perceptions of the characters: where the water is darker. i got weirdly and unexpectedly emo about matoba senior and that whole trainwreck family.

Hardest story to write: the theme for this year was ~writing is hard~ so idk. just about everything. yuletide fic was fairly challenging but in a strangely fun way and not for the usual/expected reasons and i will probably say more about this after reveals are out

Biggest Disappointment: my inability to finish things :)))

Biggest Surprise: the carly rae jepsen fic but alsoooo…the way in which 2k17 managed to unwittingly entrap me forever in exorcists hell!!!

#memetime #for science #all joking aside blasting crj's run away with me endlessly was the only surefire way to get through 2k17 #year end fic review

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5hfanfiction · 7 years

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What's the fic called where camila cheats on lauren on their anniversary i think? She feels super guilty, and they both meet up years later at a bar or club? It was really popular with a lot of notes. THANKS

“WE'RE NOT FRIENDS AUTHOR WHERE ARE UUUUU“

“does anyone know that oneshot/fanfic where lauren is homeless and so is camila and they meet and start living together somewhere and camila is still going to school.“

“does anyone know what that one shot is called where (fuckboy) camila tries to drunk call ariana at a party but it ends up being lauren. and they continue to text but they meet at a party later on and end up being together?“

““Can anyone recommend me explicit Camren fics or oneshots where Camila is the dominate one/top?“ 'Moaning my name (one shot), in Experiments and Crashpad Chronicles is also definitely top Camila'“

“What’s the fic where Camila and her bf i think go to this house and Lauren’s the only girl and she can’t read and is really quiet but then her and Camila get together and they try to run away , on part i think they get arrested for trespassing“

“Nooo murphy's law my heartt :((. Totally love and respect the author for their work and I hope to see more of it in the future thanks for a great fic :)“

““Does anyone know of any fanfics where Lauren and Camila fall in love as children?" Trainwreck is definitely a good one“

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trojanjean · 7 years

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writing tag

tagged by @rayraywrites and @meimagino, thank you <3 <3

1) How many works in progress do you currently have in progress?

wow m a n y! right now, i’m working on the final chapter for my heart’s a stereo (it beats for you so listen close). i’ve already written about 6k for it but it’s still very much unfinished. and actually, i have a small chrisviktuuri oneshot planned out, set in the same universe and timeline. I have about 2,5k for it but i won’t start writing it seriously until i’ve written the final chapter for the main fic.

i’m writing the dog sitter AU as well. i’m trying to write in chronologically so i’m battling with chapter 2, having published chapter 1 about a month ago.

i have two drarry fics i’m sort of lowkey trying to finish. they’re both around 7k and i started writing them a year ago but now i’m really feeling drarry again and i’m trying to continue with them <3 both revolve around how big of a trainwreck my absolute favourite boy harry is.

last spring i started writing yet another nsfw yoga fic and i promised myself that i’d finish it once i’m done with my heart’s a stereo! it’s around 4k and i haven’t even gotten to the smut even though it was supposed to be only that.

i have a v v long, original fiction plot planned and i was supposed to do it now, during nanowrimo, but after deciding that my mental health is not up to writing 50k in a month i decided to put that one aside for a moment. it’s still on my mind and i really want to write it at some point and maybe somewhere in the far far far far future consider publishing it.

i also have lots of oneshot projects i’m writing! things like fem viktuuri, yuuri and eating disorders, a viktuuri break-up fic, a small character study on chris g., a stupid mattress store au because i like to project my sad life onto my characters, your general barista AU, etc etc..!

this list is only long because i get NOTHING done ever and i write maybe 10 words to each story instead of focusing on one at a time.

2) Do you/would you write fan fiction?

at the moment it’s ALL i write! i’m constantly trying to think of original fiction ideas, though.

3) Do you prefer paper books or ebooks? paper books! but sometimes, if i REALLY want to read something right away i might buy an ebook or if i know i can’t order the physical copy from amazon UK.

4) When did you start writing? probably when i was 8 or something? i was REALLY into horses so i wrote lots of horse stories on our computer, lol.

5) Do you have someone you trust that you share your work with? well, ah. sort of? i mean, i do publish my stuff on ao3 and link them here but...idk usually i’m v v v shy about going to a tumblr mutual/friend like “hey i wrote a thing, look here it is!!” even though i would L O V E to do that. i don’t want to make anyone feel like they’re obligated to read my stuff bc i’ve given them the link or whatever. i also don’t beta my stuff because i don’t want to bother anyone lol. i mean!! i’m v v excited about my own stuff and i would love to ramble about my writing all the time but! i don’t want to burden anyone with it so i’m trying to ramble in my blogs instead of talking to someone personally abt my ideas in case they don’t want to hear it! so i just hope that my favourite people end up reading something of mine at some point !! :)

6) Where is your favorite place to write? i sort of love going to libraries/coffee shops to write! because then i’m not constantly thinking that i should do the dishes/wash laundry/cook etc. but usually i just sit on the couch with a cup of tea :) i can’t write in bed, i just fall asleep instantly.

7) Favorite childhood book?

i love(d) ronia the robber’s daughter and who will comfort toffle?

8) Writing for fun or writing for publication?

for fun! but i would love to write YA books one day.

9) Pen and paper or computer?

both. pen and paper is better for my creativity and planning stories in general, but computer is better for getting into that writing flow because of how fast you can write. but pen & paper is really good for quiet & fragile scenes because writing by hand instantly slows my mind down just enough to focus on the atmosphere a little bit better.

10) Have you ever taken any writing classes? no, and i don’t think that i ever could? i mean, i have no issues in showing something for the ‘public’, but i couldn’t ever be in a person’s, who’s read my stuff, presence? i mean, it would feel too personal? from what i’ve heard, writing classes usually require some sort of participation and/or showing what you’ve written.

11) What inspires you to write? nothing in particular and at the same time, EVERYTHING. i get inspired by mundane things like how someone wipes the table after spilling coffee on it or when i see someone wearing wool socks or or thinking abt my fav characters grocery shopping or whatever. usually if i get an idea, it’s a piece of monologue or a really good line i want to use in something.

tagging @kumikirin @lecheesie @definitelynotadulting @h-y-p-h-e-n-d-o-t-s and @vityanikiiforov !! <3

#tagged #personal #writing #no pressure to do this!!!#also sorry for linking a few things ahahh

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cottoncandyjester · 3 years

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Not the one for me

Submitted by anon

Good evening, Daiki! Oh god, I wrote this fic of Zeke, Prince and Prince's Darling in less than 3 hours. That's how much I crave the angst! I hope I manage to write Prince and Zeke's properly...

That being said, I apologise for the length of this oneshot. I hope Daiki and the you Anons enjoy this piece

You’ve never been in love before.

Passing crushes? Sure. A casual, simple and silent appreciations to strangers you meet on the streets and malls? Yes, you’ve done it once or twice before but never more.

Now that you think about, you always did view love as something... that would happen, when it happen. You never really chasing it or pining for it.

Love is beautiful and you want to treasure it properly when one day you will be lucky enough to have.

However, just because you’re inexperience, doesn’t it mean you’re not observant.

Prince came into your life like a sudden whirlwind. Charming, romantic, kind - At first introduction, his sexy grin made your heart jump like never before. The way how he carried himself gave you a sense of assurance; that this man could take good care of you. In what way? Well, you don’t really know but Prince is very eager to show you.

“I’ve never met someone like you before. I’ve never felt like this towards anyone before.” Prince murmurs after a lovely dinner date. You were waiting for your Uber to pick you up but Prince is so reluctant to let the night end. You’d probably taken up on his offer to stay at his place for night if you didn’t have work tomorrow.

He tuck a lock of hair behind your ear and slowly caress your cheek. The both of you are blushing. “You’re it for me, baby.”

You’ve never been in love before. Because of that, it’s so easy to be swept away by Prince.

You heard stories, words of cautious from your friends who love and lost. Who had their hearts broken, infidelity and all the other baggages that came with love. So yes, you let yourself be carried away by Prince, but you couldn’t help but look.

Two months have passed. And during those two months, you spotted a few things that had your stomach curl unpleasantly from time to time.

The first time Prince brought you to his home, you caught a glimpse of a crumpled brochure in the bin. A wedding brochure; suits, tuxedos and the like. Your brush it off as nothing.

The second time you felt uncomfortable was when you saw a mockup of invitation letter underneath the couch while you were sweeping Prince’s the living room for your weekly movie dates. Wedding invitations with names.

Prince & Zeke.

The third time that broke your heart was when you finally meet the man that matches the name.

“Yo, Zeke! Haven’t see you in a while, dude! Where have you been?” Prince called out cheerfully.

Your could feel your entire being froze when you heard that name. It’s a like a trainwreck; the two of you were having a lunch date on the patio of your favourite restaurant. Prince insisted on treating you when you informed him that you recently got a promotion at work. Honestly, he was more excited about it than you were. In fact, this lunch date is just one of the things that he had planned for you. Earlier you were excited about his surprises but now? Dread is threatening to overwhelm you as you watch your boyfriend drag a stranger to your table.

And the moment you saw pain and sadness briefling flashes in his eyes, You have an inkling on what’s going on behind the scenes.

“This is Y/N; she’s the most amazing person in the world! I can’t believe I was lucky enough to met her!” Prince boasted, ever the proud boyfriend but at this moment, you wished the ground would just open up and swallowed you. “She’s everything that I didn’t know I was missing.” Your boyfriend beam and peck your cheek.

Zeke murmurs the appropriate response. Congratulating his best friend (oh god, they’re best friends? What have you done - ), introducing himself to you politely but you can tell the bitter tone in his voice and firmly decline Price’s invitation to join their lunch.

It’s becoming hard to breath but you keep your calm facade. Play the part of a perfect girlfriend.

You decided to uncover the truth before you break things off with Prince.

Unlocking Prince’s phone was easier than you though. He made your birthday date as his password - you recalled how often your friends complain that their lover never remembers their birthday but you’re numb.

You hate going through his text messages like this, dead in the night while Prince is sleeping in the bedroom but you have to know.

Before the guilt tightens around you like a noose.

You open up his most recent flood of texts. The ones from his family that you’ve never seen before. The two talked about your family but he never once brought you over to his house to formally meet them. You didn’t thought about that much since your relationship is still new but now? Reading their scathing texts about how he drop Zeke like he was nothing to chase after a new piece of ass made you want to throw up.

It went downhill from there as you read more and more texts from Prince’s family and friends. Including Zeke’s siblings.

You couldn’t sleep that night. Hell, you couldn’t even return to the bedroom at all.

You feel like an absolute piece of shit.

You wanted love. The kind that you would proudly fought for your lover, struggle alongside them... build a future together with them. This isn’t love. How could you love Prince when he so readily broke his wedding to his own best friend and act like no big deal? How could you live with yourself knowing that you hurt someone as nice as Zeke?

Zeke didn’t deserve this and you? You’re mind is racing on how to make yourself disappear from all this.

Love shouldn’t hurt like this.

A business relocation came by as the perfect timing.

Your bosses wanted you to move to a company’s branch in another country due to your excellence performance at work. They even gave you a list of apartments that fit your budget.

Everything is prepared with Prince none the wiser.

You told him nothing of your decision to live in another country. Your friends and family only know about him from what you told them (a name, how long your relationship were and the bare minimum of information) and you’ve told everyone that you’re single again.

The last few times that Prince brought you out for dates and parties were carefully persuaded not to be in your apartment. So he wouldn’t know that by the end of the week, the apartment would be up for rent.

If you’re a stronger person, you’d admit to yourself that running away is a cowardly move. But this has never happen before and you just want to get away from it all.

“Baby, are you alright?” Prince suddenly said, startling you from your mental catalogue. Passports, Visa all cleared, clothes and everything all in a luggage, a tearful goodbye from your friends and family - you were ready to start anew by tomorrow.

The lest you could do now is give Prince a good night before leaving. But judging from his sweet, concern expression, looks like you didn’t do too good of a job.

The two of you are on his large bed. You, tight in his arms, with a laptop in front of the two of you. You love horror movie and Prince wanted to watch the Thing tonight because he knew that it’s your all time favourite movie.

So he was quick to pick on that you were distracted throughout the entire run time.

He tap on the spacebar to pause the movie and you yelp when he turn over to flip you onto his chest. You couldn’t help flustered when he peppered kissed onto your chin and neck.

“Baby? What’s wrong? You’ve been off this entire evening. Is... Is everything ok at work? Or with your friends? You know I hate seeing my baby not enjoying herself with me.” Prince softly said, genuinely worry about you.

‘It’s you, Prince. I never wanted to be a reason someone’s happiness is ruin. You made me into one of those lover and I’m so ashamed of myself.’ Your mind whispers and yet like everything else, you hold your tongue. That’s all you’ve been doing ever since you fell in love hasn’t it? Kept silent, made plans in secret and destroyed a man’s happiness.

You love Prince for being everything you dreamed off as a boyfriend. You hate him for hurting his best friend and made a mockery of his love for him.

You hate yourself for falling in love with someone who possess such a fickle heart. Because once you uncovered the truth, doubt began plaguing you. If Prince could drop Zeke as easily as a used condom, what’s to say that he won’t do the same to you?

Now every sweet words of love, every hint of concern and every moment of intimacy on the bed made your sick.

“I’m just tired.” You reply with a small smile, hoping that it won’t turn into a grimace.

“You need anything? Some snacks? Do you want to hang out in the living room instead?” Prince ask, his eyebrows furrow. His baby should worry about nothing when he’s around. An idea pops in his head. “Do you want me to fuck the stress out of you?” He purrs, his beautiful eyes lidded with a tinge of lust.

God, ever since he laid his eyes on you, he’s been nothing but crazy for you. Everything little thing about you drives him mad with not just lust and love, but the overpowering need to worship and care for you.

Lust is a constant companion for Prince. But love? Never until he met you. He truly wasn’t joking when he confessed that you’re it for him. You’re not his first - you’re his last, baby.

And he will do whatever it thinks to ensure that he’s the same for you as well.

Prince saw how you hesitate. How you took a considerable amount of time to reply to him and it made him a bit uneasy.

Something’s not right.

“You’re very sweet to me, Prince. Always considerate.” You answered.

Prince couldn’t help but puff his chest out, proudly. “Of course! It’s you baby. You’re my lover; you deserve nothing but the world.”

‘He probably made the same promise to Zeke.’ The voice in your mind sorrowfully cuts in. ‘And look how that turned out.’ So you steeled your heart and continued, “Thanks, Prince.” You distract him with a languid kiss and Prince is more than happy to turn prolong it. You were left panting when he reluctantly let your lips go. “For everything. As first boyfriend goes, you made really happy.”

‘For a time.’

Something unholy deep within Prince’s heart snap. “First boyfriend? Wait... baby... Am I your first love?” He breathed out, eyes wide with disbelief.

You wordlessly nod because it’s true and you wishes that it didn’t have to turned this way.

However, what you didn’t know is that you just unleash a monster.

“First boyfriend... As in, first in... everything?”

Again, you nodded. Is it that bizarre? Well, compared to someone as experience as Prince, he probably finds it hard to believe that you remained single before him.

“Oh, baby.” Prince smashes his lips against yours again, only this time with fervour. His hands roam your sides, subtly pushing your t-shirt up and your shorts down. “You have no idea how honour I am. A goddess like you? I really am the luckiest guy in the world!”

He stare right into your eyes and you hope that Prince won’t be able to uncover your secrets. But all that is reflected in his eyes is love.

“Let me show you just how much I love you! Oh please, please, baby...” He murmurs as he kiss your neck.

That night, you let him do anything he wants to your body as your goodbye. As thanks for everything.

It’s late into 4AM in the morning that you soundlessly dressed yourself and slip out of Prince’s home like a ghost. His number is blocked and deleted.

This city has been good to you. Your career was boosted here, you met wonderful friends... you met Prince here. You have both fond and bittersweet memories at this place. Despite your failed love life, this city help you grew as a person so you couldn’t be begrudge it.

Sitting on the bench at the bus stop, you switched off your phone and took a deep sigh. Maybe one day you’ll found someone you can trust with all your heart and someone who won’t use you to hurt others.

“Y/N?”

You blink in surprise and turn to the left. Your eyes are wide with surprise - it’s Zeke. Your throat feel constricted when he eyes your luggage and how warmly you dressed.

“Y/N? Are you going somewhere?” He asks carefully and you don’t understand the wariness in him.

“Visiting some relatives out of the city.” You easily fibbed. When did you became such a masterful liar? Love shouldn’t teach you that.

“...Does Prince know about it?”

“Yup. We talked about my trip a couple of days before.”

“...And he’s not here to see you off?”

Why on Earth is Zeke so distrustful? You’re trying to help him here!

“He’s not feeling well today. I made sure to see him at his place before coming here.”

You saw how Zeke is visibily torn; unsure what to make of this.

The bus finally pull up and you could sigh in relief. You didn’t expect to see Zeke here. You didn’t expect to be interrogate here. When the door’s slide open, you drag your luggage with you but Zeke is quicker.

“Here, let me help.” He said and haul your luggage up the steps and you throw him a small, grateful smile. Perhaps in another world, the two of you would’ve been good friends.

“Thank you.” You said, staring at Zeke who stood outside of the vehicle. You bit your lower lip. You need to say your piece. “I’m sorry, Zeke. If I knew - if Prince would’ve just told me about - ” You choked out.

“Whoa, whoa, hey, Y/N, you’re alright?” Zeke rushed out. Startled when your eyes were wet. “Is Prince alright? Is he that sick?” What the fuck is going on?

You refused to cry in front of Zeke. It’s not his fault. It’s yours and Prince’s.

You shouldn’t have ever fallen in love.

“I’m sorry, Zeke.” You repeated. “You’re a great guy. I never wanted to hurt you.”

At that moment, realisation hit Zeke. You could see that he understand your meaning of your words and you dip your head at him just as the bus door’s slide shut.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wait! Don’t do this!” Zeke began to frantically shout. His mind is racing. How did you found out about his relationship with Prince!? Prince. All thoughts went back to Prince. He remembered the possessiveness that Zeke never knew in Prince when he talks about you. How his world just doesn’t revolve around sex anymore. How you became the lynchpin of Prince’s entire world.

For once, Zeke can’t predict what his best friend would do once he found out what his lover has done.

“Y/N! Please! You can’t leave Prince!” Zeke hollered. “You don’t know what you’ve done, Y/N!”

Passerby stare at Zeke strangely but he doesn’t even notice them. As the bus began to grow tiny in the distance, Zeke let out a string of curses; at lost what to do.

What a mess! It hurts, it hurts so much that his own best friend think nothing of his love for him. His dream wedding crumbled just because Prince couldn’t keep it in his damn pants.

But then, the more he listen to Prince talks about his new lover, Zeke starts to detect something off. Prince don’t do ‘love’, all he knows is lust but this person? Whoever it is, it’s making Prince turn to an unhealthy extreme. Both of them don’t do love so Zeke is the last person to judge him but when he saw Prince’s new lover, the one that made him threw Zeke away, Zeke could sort of understand.

His new lover is nothing like his exes. Y/N could easily keep up with his wild friend, yet still remain true to herself. Y/N parties with him, but doesn’t let herself be swept away with Prince’s shenanigans. During their sparse interaction, Zeke could tell that Y/N is charming and lovely in their own way. They're observant, thoughtful and always down to learn about new things. But most importantly, Y/N grounded Prince.

Something that Zeke could never do.

“I never knew that life could be so... worthwhile until I met Y/N.” Said a drunken Prince after their shifts at the bar ended for the day. “She makes me appreciate the little things, ya know? L-Like, it’s so weird! I don’t see other people now that I got Y/N.” A hiccup and more drunken rambling. "Like, it makes me so happy making Y/N happy! Her cute smile make my heart jump every fucking time and don't even get me started on the sex! Y/N is just... out of this world!"

And now Y/N’s gone. Zeke curse once more, wondering if he has to be one to tell Prince that his lover - his entire world - ghosted him.

Listening to Baekhyun's Bambi & Cry for love really got into my writing mood and I channel that into this fic. I'm toying with the idea of part 2 but that depends how well I can write filth and yandere goodness!

Note: okay so I was just gonna post this as is and not comment on it but I gotta say- WHY IS IT SO GOOD! Like I was on the edge of my seat! The way you portrayed Zeke and prince’s relationship actually matches well with a draft I have sitting in my drafts of Prince just venting to Zeke about wanting more than a quick fuck it’s just- AHHHHH✨ I’m begging you please write more

#yandere imagines #yandere ocs #yandere #zeke #this is amaaaazing #submission

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