#ALSO I GOT WRITERS BLOCK. YAY.

[memoryoflife]

#ell shut up #i have exams next week ahah ha hha #ill be free after but man am i revising as much as my horrible energy and stupid meatsack body allows me to #going 2 the library tmr....... #id rant more specifically about the texts but uhhhh that might make it easier to identify where im studying soooooo nope #ALSO I GOT WRITERS BLOCK. YAY. #but im looking forward to book 7 tmr :) its keeping me sane

[invisible-slytherclaw]

First Impressions (Working chapter title)

Hi, this is the first chapter of a fanfiction that I will be posting to Ao3. This chapter has already been posted on there and I am currently not planning on posting all of my full chapters onto here so if you do like this then you can find it on my Ao3 @ invisible_slytherclaw under the title "Hogwarts with the Marauders"

This is a first draft and has only been read by me so apologies for any mistakes.

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"GRYFFINDOR!"

I sat on the stall, unable to move for what felt like hours. Honestly, I was just glad that it wasn't Slytherin. I'd had the misfortune of bumping into some of them on the train and well... at least the wonderful red haired girl who helped me is in my house. Lily Evans I believe her name was. It was so kind of her to offer me to sit with her for the rest of the ride

She waved at me from the table and motioned to the empty space next to her. My feet and legs had gravitated my body towards her before my brain could tell me to. 

"Isn't it great that we're in the same house? I'm glad there's at least someone I know in my house. Severus said there's no way he'd be in any house but Slytherin. I was so worried I was going to be all alone, you know?"

"I guess we're in the same boat."

"Yeah, we are." Her dark red hair swayed as she nearly jumped out of her seat, eyes glistening with an idea, "I know! Let's make a promise, no matter the friendship groups we end up forming or wherever we end up in life, if we ever feel lonely or need a talk we go to each other."

"Okay, I promise."

Lily held out her right pinkie finger, "Not just promise, pinky promise."

I curled my pinkie finger around hers and nodded.

***

In the common room, they had created some sort of party to help some of the first years get to know each other and the older students. Lily and I agreed that we'd use this opportunity to split off and meet as many people as possible. That way, if one of us managed to make any more friends, we could introduce them to the other. Whilst she went off to talk to a group of girls in the corner, I managed to find a boy huddled in one of the chairs reading a book. His light brown hair curled at the end, almost covering the scars on his face. 

"Hi."

He looked up, his brown eyes staring into mine, "...Hi."

"What book are you reading?"

"Oh, just the charms book. Trying to get ahead on reading whilst I can for when- in case I fall ill or something."

"Sounds like a smart plan."

"Thanks. I'm Remus. Remus Lupin."

He extended his hand for me to shake. It also had many scars, but this did not deter me from taking him up on his welcome.

"Emelia. Emelia Leto."

He seemed to freeze for a second - shocked at the fact that I took his hand with no hesitation.

"You're not afraid of my scars?"

"No. Why would I?"

"Everybody else does."

"Oh."

"Can I have your attention everyone?" 

A boy with messy black hair and glasses stood on the table addressing the room. Another boy stood next to him, his hair was shorter and neater, his cheekbones lookeed so sharp that one could possibly believe that they could cut through glass. They waited for everyone to turn their attention towards them.

"I, James Potter-"

"And I, Sirius Black-"

There were whispers at the announcement of the second boy's last name, though not as many as there were during the sorting ceremony. However the boys moved on with their speech, somewhat undeterred by the hushes breaking the silent attention. 

"Declare that we will become Hogwarts' greatest pranksters of all time!"

The silence was almost defeaning. It was like they were expecting a round of applause. I looked at Remus as he rolled his eyes and I couldn't help but join him, letting out a soft giggle. 

The second boy - Sirius - spoke again, "And we'll be starting... NOW!"

The next thing anybody knew, there were dungbombs all over the room. Everybody ran up the stairs towards their dorms, trying to escape the stench as quickly as possible. I waved a quick goodbye to Remus before joining the rest of the crowd. 

***

It was pleasing to discover that I would be sharing a dorm with Lily. Lily had also been able to meet our other two roomates in the common room before the abrupt ending of it. All of us agreed that it was so luckily that we all ended up with lovely roomates and sighed in relief at the knowledge of the fact that there wouldn't be any problems with our arrangement. 

I ended up taking the bed on the far end of the dorm. Lily took the one next to me. Next to Lily's was Marlene McKinnon. She had long blonde curly hair, and blue eyes that seemed to have a mischevious sparkle. She was also the tallest of all of us (although not by much). 

Finally, there was Dorcas Meadows. She took the bed nearest the door because she said she was generally an early riser and thought it would be best that she was the closest to the exit so as not to disturb anyone when she would leave early in the morning. Dorcas was thin and dark skinned with braided brown hair that went down to her shoulders. 

We all spent what felt like hours getting to know eachother before we bid goodnight, all wanting to get plenty of sleep for the first day of our education at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry.

#james potter #lily evans #marauders #marauders era #remus lupin #sirius black #jily #wolfstar #ao3fic #cross posted on ao3 #fanfic #chapter 1 #first draft #just got out of writers block yay #i've been writing this until so late #i hope this is good #apologies for any mistakes #i'm already working on the next chapter so hopefully it won't be too long #also if anybody has any better ideas for the title or would like to suggest anything for the fanfic feel free to comment

[agaypanic]

Could you write Reese x reader who has similar style to him but like the girl version? like he sees at her school wearing maybe a tight shirt with baggy cargos and he LOOSES it n NEEDS to talk to her. Thanks so much 🩵

I Like Your Style (Reese Wilkerson X Reader)

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Summary: For spirit week, you convince Reese to participate in twin day with you. Feelings arise when he sees your outfit.

A/N: the ending’s so bad bc i had no idea how to finish this, ive been having such a writers block lately. made them friends instead of strangers, hope that’s ok lol also modern au bc they have cellphones

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“Please.”

“No.”

“Please.”

“No.”

“Please, Reese!” You whined, following your friend around his house. 

“Spirit week is stupid! There’s no way I’m participating in that.” He shook his head at the idea, opening his fridge to find something to make for a snack. “Never have, never will. How do you feel about peanut butter and jelly?”

“Yeah, I’m good with that.” You answered, going around to sit at the counter he was making sandwiches on so you could be face to face. “Just one of the days, Reese. That’s all I ask.”

Reese didn’t answer until he had finished making both your sandwiches. He put your plate in front of you and took a bite of his food, mulling everything over.

“Which day?” 

“Tuesday.” You answered immediately. You knew it was the only day Reese would consider saying yes to because of how simple it was. “It’s Twin Day, so you wouldn’t even have to really dress up. You just gotta tell me what you’re wearing so I can match. Or we can go to the mall or something.”

“We’re both broke; there’s no way we can buy whole new outfits.” You snorted. Sadly, that was true. 

“So, will you do it?”

“Fine.” He said it somewhat reluctantly, but you still clapped with glee at the answer.

“Yay! Just tell me what you’re gonna wear, and I’ll try to find something like it. But just make sure you tell me in advance.” You finished your sandwich, slowly looking up at your friend with pleading eyes. “Can I have another?” Reese wordlessly took your plate, preparing another sandwich for you.

***

On Sunday night, you were lying in bed when your phone buzzed next to your head. You squinted from the brightness and saw a message from Reese.

Reese: how’s this?

Attached was a picture of him standing in the mirror. The outfit was pretty basic, just some baggy cargo and a semi-tight long sleeve. You mentally went through your closet, trying to put together an outfit of your own.

Y/n: that works!

Y/n: see you tuesday twin lol

Reese: already regretting this

Y/n: booooo

You shut your phone off, rolled out of bed, and went to your closet. With Reese’s outfit fresh in your mind, you picked out some pieces that would match well. 

Setting everything aside, you wondered what to do with your hair. Reese had frosted tips, a good look on him. But you didn’t feel like bleaching your hair; you didn’t have that much school spirit. Deciding you’d figure it out tomorrow, you got back into bed and quickly dozed off.

***

When Reese entered the quad on Tuesday, he tried looking for you. But you weren’t in any of your regular hangout spots. Assuming you were running late, he shrugged and found a place to sit down.

A few minutes passed when Reese felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned around to see you with a wide grin plastered on your face.

“Hey! I would’ve gotten here sooner, but these fake highlights were a bitch to clip in.” You rounded the bench your friend was sitting on so you were standing before him. “What do you think?”

Reese gulped as he took in your appearance. Just like him, you were wearing a tight shirt and baggy cargo pants that hung around your hips. The only difference with your outfits was that you tucked your shirt into your pants, accentuating your figure. A figure that Reese was now thinking about in a way that most friends wouldn’t.

The clip-in highlights you were talking about almost made him laugh. To mimic the frosted tips Reese sported, you bought some platinum blonde extension clips from Lucky Aide and scattered them throughout your hair. It was honestly a bit flattering that you had taken the time to try to mirror his appearance.

“You look…” Reese gave you one last look over before looking you in the eyes. “You look good.”

“Why, thank you.” You fished around in one of the deep pockets of your pants for your phone. “Okay, now stand up. I want a picture.” Immediately, Reese shook his head.

“That wasn’t part of the deal.”

“It is now.” You grabbed Reese’s hand and pulled him up, which he easily could’ve fought against. But you just seemed so excited; he complied when you asked him to pose for the camera. Reese even pulled you closer to him by the waist so both of you were in the frame.

“You should start dressing more like this.” He commented while you snapped a few pictures.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, you look hot.” 

You laughed, looking through all your pictures to find a good one to post later.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, Reese.” The boy looked at your phone to see the sweet smile on your face as you leaned into him in the pictures.

Yeah, the feelings swirling inside of Reese were definitely becoming less and less platonic.

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Malcolm in the Middle Taglist: @rattilol

#reese wilkerson #reese wilkerson x reader #malcolm in the middle #malcolm in the middle x reader #agaypanic

[maggiedanikka]

Let Me Go || Part 10

Pairing: Hangman x f!reader, Rooster x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST (but you knew that), minor character death, Some Fluff

Word Count: 3.8k

Summary: Reader is married to and shares a child with Hangman. Life and circumstances drives reader into Rooster’s arms, but Hangman isn’t giving up that easily.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10

Author's Note: The long awaited Part 10. So this is the final part of the story, but there is still an epilogue coming (actually already started writing it as we speak or rather type). Sorry for the long wait once again, school and law school apps really got the best of me. But I did end up getting into law school with a great scholarship so yay! This chapter was so hard to write, I really kept going back and forth on how I was gonna end it and I know I'm not gonna make everyone happy with how I ended it but I think I went the best possible and realistic way that's healthy for all the characters involved. And I am really happy with what I came up with. I also had such a bad case of writer's block but thanks to some brainstorming with one of my best friends (who I forced to listen to the plot of the story). He helped me come up with an ending I was happy with. So thank you again for your patience and I also I wanna apologize to everyone who asked to be in the tag list that I didn't add, its impossible to keep track of who asked. But without further ado, here is Part 10 of Let Me Go!

You needed a moment to gather your thoughts before responding to Jake's plea. You took a deep breath and wiped the tears from your eyes.

"Jake, of course I still love you," you said, your voice quivering slightly. "But that's not the point. Love alone is not enough to fix what's broken between us."

"I know," Jake replied, his eyes downcast.

"You also have to understand that what I had with Bradley was not the same as what we have," you continued. 

"Yes I fell in love with him. How was I not supposed to? He loved me when it felt like you could not, he loved me selflessly and loved our daughter like his own. I can’t just ignore that.” 

"You fell in love with Rooster…." Jake repeated, voice low and full of despair.

“I thought it was you and me forever Sweets. I can’t believe you’d go back on our vows and leave me for Rooster!”

“And its not just you and me (y/n), we have a daughter! Imagine how confusing all of this is for her!” Jake was fuming once again, clearly jumping from the bargaining stage of grief back to anger. 

“You didn’t think about our daughter when you fucked that corpsman!” 

“That’s different (y/n)! She was a stranger, you fell in love with MY friend. Someone I thought was JUST your friend.”

“This is different," you said, feeling a mix of anger and frustration rise in your chest. "Rooster is not just a friend, he's someone I have a deep connection with. And I know it's hard for you to understand, but I can't just turn off my feelings for him."

Jake looked up at you, his expression a mixture of hurt and anger. "So what are you saying, that you want to be with him instead of me?"

"No, that's not what I'm saying," you replied firmly.

Jake's eyes widened as he processed your words. "So what is it? You're just going to leave me here, alone and broken?"

The anger began to rise in you as you spoke. "No, Jake, I'm not leaving you alone and broken. You did that to yourself when you cheated on me. You broke our trust and shattered the foundation of our relationship. And now you have to deal with the consequences."

Jake's face fell as your words hit him like a ton of bricks. "I know what I did was wrong," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "But I'm willing to do anything to make it up to you. I love you, (y/n), and I don't want to lose you."

Your anger began to boil over as you listened to Jake's pleas. "Love is not enough, Jake," you spat out. "It takes more than love to build a strong and healthy relationship. It takes trust, honesty, and respect. And you betrayed all of that when you cheated on me."

Jake hung his head in shame as you continued to speak. "I need time to heal and figure out if I can ever trust you again. And right now, that means being on my own. I can't just forgive you and forget what you did. It's not that simple."

“And I know you said that you’re willing to forgive my relationship with Bradley, but we both know that the hurt lives in you, you cannot just instantly forget what Bradley and I shared.”

Jake looked up at you, his eyes pleading. "Please, (y/n), don't do this. I know I messed up, I know we both did, but I'm willing to do anything to make it right. Please do this with me"

"We had your chance, Jake," you replied, your voice stern. "And we blew it. I shut you out rather than figure it out with you. I fell in love with someone else.We both need time to think and figure out what's best for ourselves and our daughter. And right now, for me,  that means being away from you."

Jake's eyes filled with tears as he realized the gravity of the situation. "Please don't do this," he pleaded, his voice breaking. "I need you, (y/n)."

But you stood firm in your decision. "I'm sorry, Jake. But we can't keep putting ourselves and our daughter through this pain. We need time apart to figure things out."

Jake looked at you, sadness etched on his face. "But what if we can't make things work? What if we can't get back together?"

You took a deep breath, feeling the weight of his words. "Then we have to accept that and do what's best for our daughter. We both love her, and we'll always be there for her."

“I love you (y/n), I always will, no matter what.”

“I know Jake.”

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"We need to talk"

“Can I come over?”

His heart rate picked up as he replied, "Of course”

“I'll be there in 10 minutes."

Bradley quickly got up from bed, threw on a hoodie and pants, and sat on his couch as he waited for your arrival. The minutes felt like years as he tried to control the thoughts racing through his head. Was something wrong? Was everything okay with Jake and Astrid? He had to find out.

When he heard a knock on the door, he noticed that he forgot to turn the lights on, probably a result of his distracted thoughts. He opened the front door and waved for you to enter.

"Hey," you said, walking into the living room. "Thanks for letting me come over again, for the second time tonight. I know its late"

"Of course, what's going on?" Bradley asked, concern etched on his face.

You took a deep breath before speaking. "Jake and I are separating."

Bradley's heart dropped as he heard the news. He knew how much you loved Jake and how much you wanted to make things work with him, despite everything that had happened. But he also couldn’t forget your year together.

He knew he shouldn't feel happy that your marriage was falling apart, but a small part of him couldn't help feeling hopeful for what it might mean for him and you. But he quickly pushed those thoughts aside, knowing that this was not the time or place for them.

 "I'm so sorry, (y/n). Are you okay?"

You shook your head, tears streaming down your face. "No, I'm not okay. But I need to be strong for Astrid.”

Bradley wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace. "You don't have to do this alone. I'm here for you, (y/n). Whatever you need."

You shrugged off his embrace, which you have never done before. This action took Bradley by surprise, and he couldn’t lie hurt a little bit. But he knew that there was a large weight you holding on your shoulders, one that you were mustering up the courage to tell him.

“I need to leave, I’m moving back to San Diego. I’m going to take Astrid with me.” 

“You’re leaving?” Bradley couldn’t believe it

“But..how about us?” 

Bradley knew it was selfish asking about his standing with you after you told him that you and your husband were separated. But the thought of losing you and Astrid left his body feeling like its been hit by a truck. 

“Roo.. I love you.”

Surprise painted Bradley’s face upon hearing your words, you finally told him those 3 little words that he’s been desperately waiting for. 

“But I can’t be with you. Jake cheated on me with another woman. But I am not innocent in this situation. I fell in love with you knowing that there was another man that I promised my life to. He hurt me, but I’ve hurt him just as much. And its not okay.”

“I am so in love with you but I need to get away from here. I don't know what I want right now, and I need to figure things out on my own.” 

As the words left your mouth, Bradley felt like the ground beneath him had given way. He had hoped that this would be the moment when you would finally see him as more than just a friend, and he got his wish.  But now, it felt like the walls were closing in on him.

He tried to keep his voice steady as he responded, "I understand, (y/n). Take all the time you need." His eyes were burning, and he struggled to keep his composure. He couldn't bear the thought of losing you now, after all this time.

You looked at him with a sad smile, and his heart broke a little more. "Thank you, Bradley. You're a good friend."

Friend. The word echoed in his mind like a taunt. He had been fooling himself all along, thinking that he had a chance with you. He couldn't help but wonder if he had missed his shot.

Before you could leave, you turned to him and said, 

"I hope that there will be a time for us but not right now."

“I promise,maybe one day when my head is less fucked up, and I can give my entire self to you and I can give you all the love you deserve. When I’m ready, I will come back for you. If you’ll have me..”

Those words left him feeling even more uncertain. He didn't know when you would be ready, or what you would say when you finally did reach out. All he knew was that his heart was breaking, and he didn't know how to fix it.

As he watched you walk out of his apartment, he couldn't help but feel like everything was slipping through his fingers. He didn't know if he would ever get another chance with you, and that thought left him feeling empty and alone.

Bradley closed the door and leaned against it, taking a deep breath. He knew that he needed to give you the space you were asking for, but it felt like the hardest thing he had ever done. All he could do now was wait, and hope that one day you would come back to him.

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After you returned home, you saw that Jake had some of his belongings packed in a bag. You made eye contact with him as he walked down the stairs, hating yourself for hurting not just him but Bradley as well. But you knew this is what you all needed. 

“Thank you for staying with her, while I went to talk to Bradley.”

Jake felt his throat get dry at the sound of his rival’s name, biting down the bitter remark that would leave his mouth, knowing that it would do nothing to help the situation. Choosing to plop himself down on the couch.

“I went to tell Pixie goodbye but she’s still asleep. Can you tell her for me?”

You gave him a small nod in response.

“I’m going to stay at a place on base, give you your space.” 

“Thanks Jake, I promise we’ll only be here for a few more days. Until I make arrangements for me and Astrid to get back to San Diego…. Penny said we could stay with her until we find our own place.” 

“Are you sure leaving is the best thing to do right now?”

“I think its the only thing that makes sense for me to do right now.” You replied, sternly. 

Silence hung in the air as Jake stared at you, processing your words. You could see the hurt and confusion etched on his face, and you wished that things could be different. You wished that you could turn back time and make different choices, but you knew that was impossible.

After a few moments, Jake nodded slowly. "I understand," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I don't like it, but I understand."

You let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of the world on your shoulders. "Thank you," you said, your own voice barely above a whisper. "I just need some time to think things through."

Jake stood up from the couch, his eyes still fixed on you. "I'll give you all the time you need," he said. "But just know that I love you, and I'll always be here for you and our daughter."

You managed a small smile, grateful for Jake's words. "I know," you said. "And I love you too. But right now, I need to be on my own."

With that, Jake nodded and headed towards the door. Before he left, he turned back to look at you one last time. "Take care of yourself," he said softly.

You didn’t understand why but that exact moment you remembered the day of your wedding. 

The wedding took place on a the beach next to the Hard Deck, where you first met, with soft white sand and the sound of the waves crashing in the background. The sun was setting, casting a warm orange glow over the entire scene.

You wore a simple backless satin white gown with a slit and court train that flowed behind you as you walked down the aisle. Jake had never seen anymore radiant or breathtakingly beautiful.

Penny held your arm tight, as you both made your way down the white aisle in the sand. She was the closest thing you had to family since your mom died and it meant so much to you that she not only planned the whole event but also wanted to be the one to walk you down the aisle.

As you reached the altar, you looked up and locked eyes with Jake, a dashing naval aviator in his dress uniform. He wore his medals and insignia with pride, and the way he looked at you made yout heart skip a beat.

You and Jake agreed to not write vows, you knew how you felt about each other and you didn’t feel the need to have to express it with words. Which is why it surprised you when he pulled a piece of folded paper from his pocket and started reading. 

“My sweets,

I stand before you today, in my dress whites, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. As a naval aviator, I have flown through the skies and seen countless wonders, but nothing compares to the beauty of you. You are my everything, my anchor, my inspiration, my love.

From the moment I met you, I knew there was something special about you. Your spunky attitude, your unwavering ambition, and your stunning beauty captivated me from the start. I have never met anyone like you before, and I never want to let you go.

As we stand here today, I want to promise to always support you in your dreams, just as you have supported me in mine. I promise to stand by your side through thick and thin, in good times and in bad. I promise to cherish every moment we spend together, and to never take our love for granted.

I promise to be your rock, your confidant, and your partner for life. I vow to always make you feel loved, respected, and cherished. I will be there for you in every moment, whether it's sharing the highs of your accomplishments or the lows of your struggles.

Together, we will create a life full of adventure, joy, and love. I am so grateful to have you as my partner, and I can't wait to see what the future holds for us. I love you more than words can express, and I promise to spend the rest of my life showing you just how much you mean to me.

Yours forever,

Zuko

You felt tears swell in your eyes at his admission, you had never felt this much love from anyone, and here is this man promising you love and devotion forever. None of it felt real. 

“Jake… I-i I didn’t have anything prepared…” You whispered cheeks red in embarrassment. 

“You don’t need to Sweets, I wanted you and everyone here to know I felt about you.”

“You show me how you love me every single day and that’s all I could ever want.”

You nodded, tears pooling in your eyes. 

You exchanged rings, Jake took your hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss on your skin. Before he gently took your face in his hands placing a soft delicate kiss on your lips.

You smiled and blushed, feeling overwhelmed with love for your husband.

After the ceremony, both of you as husband and wife took a walk along the beach, hand in hand. Jake  swept you bride off your feet and carried her across a shallow part of the water, causing you to laugh and giggle like a child.

At the reception, You held each other tightly as you swayed to soft acoustic playing out of the speakers. You were surrounded by their family and friends, who toasted to your happiness and future together.

As the night drew to a close, Jake took your hand and led you away to a secluded spot on the beach. You sat down on a blanket and watched the stars twinkle in the sky, cuddling close to each other.

Jake whispered sweet nothings into you ear, telling you how much he loved you and how grateful he was to have you as his partner for life. You shared a tender kiss as the waves lapped at your feet, promising to love each other forever. 

That memory flashbacked in your mind, cracking your already broken heart even more that it already was. But you were set in your decision, you two were different people then. With different dreams, love untainted by time and circumstances. You don’t know if you could ever go back to the way you were.

You nodded, watching as he closed the door behind him. Alone in the quiet house, you let out a deep sigh and let the tears fall freely once again. You didn't know what the future held, but you knew that you needed to take things one day at a time. For now, all you could do was focus on yourself and your daughter, and try to heal from the pain and heartbreak that had consumed your life.

You are going to be okay. You and Astrid are going to be okay. 

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“Mom! Hurry up! I’m supposed to be at practice in 10 minutes!”

Your 8 year daughter was such a stickler for punctuality, you honestly sometimes questioned if she really was your daughter. You had the tendency to be fashionably late (if fashionably was 30 minutes), taking your time to make your way to events. 

“The field is 5 minutes away Atty, you’ll be fine.” 

“That’s what you said last week, but I ended up being 10 minutes late to warm-ups!” 

She pouted as you walked out into the foyer pulling your shoes onto your feet.

“Coach wouldn’t let me play the first half!” She continued. 

“Well don’t worry Sweetie, you make such a pretty benchwarmer.” You joked pinching her cheeks. 

You were greeted by your daughters scowl, she looked absolutely terrifying for a little (*ahem* big) girl dressed in a bright yellow soccer uniform, pastel pink cleats, and pigtails. 

Her punctuality and her terrifying glare, two things she’s inherited from her father. 

You dropped her off at a mostly empty soccer field, with only the two coaches and 2 other players occupying the area. 

“Where is everyone?” 

“Coach moved practice to 30 minutes later.” Your devious daughter smiled coyly. 

“Astrid Eleanor Seresin…did you just lie to your mother?” You raised an eyebrow at her. 

She quickly opened the car door and rushed out. 

“Omission is not a lie!” She yelled as she ran away. 

“Casey’s mom is dropping me off at home!” 

“Okay! I’m gonna see Auntie Penny!” 

“Tell her her I said Hi!”

You chuckled as you watched her retreating figure get further into the field. What kind of 8 year old knew the word “omission”? She no doubtly learned that from her father. Classic Jake. 

You put your car back in drive and made your way to the Hard Deck. 

“Hey Sweet Pea! Where’s my sweet little goddaughter?” Penny asked from behind the counter as you walked into the bar. 

It was still early afternoon so the bar was occupied by the bar staff getting ready for a night of servicing navy men. 

“Soccer practice.” You replied. 

“You said putting her in sports will tire her out but its somehow made her more energetic.” You groaned taking a seat at the bar. 

“She is her father’s daughter.” You heard a voice quip originating from the supply closet. 

“Hey Mav.” You smiled at the captain, 

“Hey (y/n), you and Atty still coming for the barbeque on Thursday?”

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world, Atty says no one can grill em like you.” you responded. 

“That’s why shes my favorite.” Mav smiled with a toothy grin as he returned to the storage closet. 

“Sweet Pea, do you mind manning the bar for a second? I’m sure no one will come in, but just in case. Last time I left Pete unsupervised he dropped a whole pallet of beer.” Penny sighed. 

“It’s been a little while, but sure Penny.” 

“Anything for you.”

“Thanks Sweet Pea”

It was strange to be behind the bar, you and Astrid had been back at Fightertown for the past four years. 

It was really hard to explain to her the situation, but she was a smart child. She knew there was more going on between you, Bradley, and Jake than you let her in on. She knew that space from her Uncle Roo Roo and her Daddy was absolutely necessary for her mother’s well-being, and she was more than willing to be amenable to change if it meant you were happier. 

You eventually found a little one story house near Penny (and now Mav’s house), it was small but it was cozy and it was more than enough space for the two of you. You found a job in a nearby law firm, where you rose up the ranks and got your own corner office. 

You finally got the time to relax and breathe, to really focus on yourself, your dreams, and your daughter. And finally after 4 years, you finally felt at peace. 

The pain and the trauma will always live within but you have gotten to a place where you are content with your life and your past because it led you full circle. In Miramar, right where you belonged. 

As you stared down on the bar and wiped down the glasses reminiscing on your life, you didn’t notice the figure that walked into the empty bar. 

He plopped himself down in a stool in front of you and cleared his throat. 

You looked up and made eye contact with the figure and smiled. 

“Hey”

“Hi”

It honestly felt like coming home

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Save Me From Her - chapter 4

Summary: Memories, and a desperate, pleading voice.

a/n: Hey, hey hey everybody! I don't know how I did it, but writer's block didn't fuck with me, so I could write this until I was in camp. Hope you enjoy! (also, yes I know it's shorter than the others. The next one will be normal length!) Also YAY! I managed to push it out today!

warnings: dark, mentions and implications of death, brutality, Canon Typical Violence and more, blood, surgery, hurt, madness, amateur writing

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The first thing you noticed was that the hospital bed was cold, and your stomach hurt like hell. The second was, you were alive. How were you alive? You were supposed to be dead. People with heart conditions like yours don't survive. Ever. The doctors were very clear about that. Not unless... No. No!

You saw Anika's figure next to you, head slumped down, chin meeting with her chest. This changed not soon after, her head falling backwards, her mouth slightly agape, revealing her teeth. Or at least the ones she had. You remembered her coming up to you with the fallen out one, smiling at you smugly, telling that the tooth fairy will finally come to her now and not you. That same day another one fell out, and then there she was without either one of her upper fore-tooth. She looked adorable as she enthusiastically told everything to your mom after she got home from work. 'Mom, where are you now?'

You didn't see anybody else in the room, quiet filling the place. Only your sister's soft snores and the beeping of your heart monitor could be heard. There was nobody in your room to tell you what happened. Not your father, neither your mother nor Anna. The last thing you remembered was passing out in the middle of a fight with Anna and your mother, an excruciating pain coursing through your chest. Then there was blackness. Black and dark, just like your room now. Dark, cold and hallow.

When you tried to sit up, the pain in your chest returned, yet this time it wasn't that unbearable. Not just unbearable, it was as if it wasn't coming from the inside. You pulled down the fabric covering the area, and saw a huge, wound suture from where it originated from. The left side of your chest looked like it was cut open just to sewn back. No, no no no no no!

Your room door opened, and you saw your father's silhouette slide in quietly. After he closed the door he looked at you and froze. His eyes had dark circles around them, and they were still glistening from something wet. His face lightened at your sight, yet you could still see his real state; broken. Shaken, broken and sad.

"Where's mom?" you asked even though your throat hurt like hell. At the flinch of his eyes you already knew the answer, his real expression returning to his face before quickly putting up his facade once again.

"She-" he couldn't even start his sentence, before his voice cracked. You shook your head, yet you didn't know what you were disagreeing with. There was nothing to argue about. There was no denying the fact that she was died. "She said she loves you dearly" he managed to say.

You broke out in tears. Every little movement caused your chest to clench in pain, but you just couldn't stop sobbing. Your father walked up to you, and wrapped his strong hands gently around you. You didn't notice, but he joined you in the crying, his tears that were held back till now, bursting out uncontrollably.

After what felt like hours of crying, you pulled back slightly. Your father cupped your cheek, and gave you a soft smile. "You were always so smart my little Lolly" he said and sniffled again.

"Wh-. Where's Anna?" you asked, voice unsteady.

He swallowed before answering. "She... She didn't take the operation well" he tried to achieve a steady voice, but failed himself in trying. "Screaming, shouting. She even attacked the doctors, trying to defend her."

"But where is she?!"

He swallowed again. "They needed to sedate her. She is still asleep in the room next door."

A laugh could be heard from the door. You both snapped your head to see who it came from and saw Annabelle standing there, her old, dirty doll in one hand, the other tucked behind her, as she leaned against the doorframe. "No... I'm not."

"Anna" your father said, and started to get up from your bed. "Come 'ere-"

"Did you love my mom?" she suddenly asked. She was acting weird, her eyes filled with something you have never seen from her before. Hatred.

"What?" your father asked. He was just as confused as you.

"Did you love my mother, Rokko?!"

You glanced to your side towards Anika. She was awake now, glancing around the room. She stood up, and went to your side. As she wrapped her arms around you, you did the same. Anna's eyes narrowed at her for a few moments before returning to your father.

"Of course I loved her what kind of question is this?"

"Then why are you trying to console her killer?" her voice was dripping with venom. Your father looked even more confused and Anika gripped you tighter for a moment, before looking questioningly at you. Your eyes widened as you realised the meaning of her words, and now you knew what you were shaking your head for.

"Don't talk to your sister like that!"

"Not only did she kill her" said Anna, chuckling before continuing, not even hearing what Rokko said. "She betrayed me. Me and Dolly both!"

"She did-" your father started, but was cut off when Anna hit him full forcedly with a metal pipe, that she was hiding behind her back until now. He slumped to the floor. Even if he made a sound whilst doing so, you were so shocked, your brain didn't register it.

"We agreed, that it would never come to this!" she was shouting now. Your heart was beating fast now, the beeping's intensity and frequency increasing rapidly. Instantly you stood up, ignoring the pain and shoving Anika behind you.

Y/N!

"We!" she screamed as she gestured between you and her. "Agreed that we would figure something out! Something so we could be happy! Together!"

"Anna put the doll down" you said trying to keep a calm voice. Your parents told you about Dolly. She was Anna's doll before they took her in, which was driving her insane. At least that's they said.

She laughed at you, her pupils blown wide. Her brow, long hair was messy as it fell into her face. The hospital robe she had on had a few drops of blood splattered on it, probably your father's. This was the face of a madman.

"Anna stop" your father said from the ground. "Please!"

"Shut up!" she screamed and swung the pipe with full ferocity. The moment it hit your father, you could hear two things brake; his bones where the blow was struck, and the pipe from how hard the attack was.

Y/N please don't leave me!

You gasped and started sobbing again, still not believing what was happening. "A-. Ann-. Anna... Stop! Please stop!"

"Why should I?" she snapped towards you. Slowly, she traced her steps towards your side of the bed, pulling the pipe against the bed, creating a screeching metallic sound. "You lied to me, betrayed me and killed my mother!"

"B- Be- Because I didn't do any of that!" you managed to blurt out, protectively staying before Anika. Even if she was only a year younger, you couldn't help but protect her whit everything you had, currently; your body.

"Bullshit!" Anna screamed and lunged towards you. Even if you weren't wounded, you wouldn't be able to dodge her, yet you did manage to push Anika towards the safety of the door. "You lost your sweet sister alongside your mother, Lolly! You have no right to call anyone your family anymore!" she shouted at your face and plunged the new, sharp end of the pipe inside you. You groaned out in pain, desperately trying to push her away from you.

"I could hear her you know?" her eyes were dilated, shivering from anger and hatred." I could hear her. She was screaming, shouting and begging for it to end. You know why she was doing that? She was awake the whole time. She felt her blood being drained out of her so they could save you from your own blood loss. She was awake when they opened her chest" she chuckled again as she pulled the pipe out of you in a way she opened a huge wound from the stabbed one, tearing through your skin to the line of your armpits. "Screaming. Shouting. Begging. Do you know what it must have felt like? Being drained from your own blood whilst you are still alive?" she gave you a smirk and threw you to the ground.

You could hear Anika pleading her to stop, but you didn't see anything else, just blood. The crimson liquid poured out of you, wettening the floor and making it impossible for you to stand up. Your heart was beating heavily at the sight of your blood. Her heart. Her blood.

Y/N come back to me! Please, I- I- I can't go on without you!

Tears mixed with the blood on your face. The pain in your chest changed to the one you knew far too well. You felt yourself slipping to the floor, but were stopped before you could hit it by two strong hands yanking you up and flipping you over. Anna straddled your thighs firmly. You saw Anika's limp body on the floor behind her, and could only hope she was still alive.

"Of course I needed to kill a few doctors too, since they were the ones that actually committed the crime but this!" she gestured at you. "I will enjoy this the most. You deserve it the most after all, no?"

'Yes' your heart agreed. You didn't even struggle against her as she started to squeeze your throat. You agreed with her now, just as in a lot of things during your childhood. You never fought with her, neither in words nor physically because she was always faster and stronger. She was always right. Just as she was now.

As the world started to blacken, a thought filled your every sense. Your mother died for you. The last ever thing she did, was to save you. And you would never let it be in vain.

With one hand you pushed against her hands, the sudden fightback surprising your sister, allowing you a gasp of air, whilst the other searched for something on the ground. The room quickly became clear again, eyes desperately searching for anything. Your struggle seemed to be pointless, as she started squeezing again, but then, your hand found something cold. You grasped it and shoved the item into her direction. As soon as you hit her, you could immediately gasped for air, as she let go. You were holding the pipe, plunged inside her side.

Y/N don't go, please don't go!

Before either of you could do anything, you heard someone barge into the room. It was your uncle, taser gun raised high. After a quick glance through the room, he shot, the bolts piercing Anna's back. She tensed over you, face contorting from pain, before slumping down next to you on the ground.

Baby stay with me!

Your head wad spinning like never before. You felt your uncle's presence next to you, but you couldn't see anymore. Couldn't hear anymore. His muffled voice becoming white noise next to the inviting depths of darkness.

Please Y/N!

You felt your head hit the ground, but you weren't in your body anymore. 'Follow the light' that's what they always say don't they? It should be pretty simple, and it is. The only problem is that the darkness is so much more tempting. Embracing. Unfamiliar. New.

Come back to me...

Facing the darkness is scary. There is no way of knowing what's inside, what awaits you. Yet inside, you feel just as covered as anything else in it. Hidden. Safe.

I love you!

When light fails you, darkness is tempting. But you knew more than anyone; you will never stop fighting it. You would never let your mother's sacrifice be in vain.

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a/n nr.2.: I had some really shitty few months and this was one of the fics I let it out on. If it got too dark here, sorry, next chapter we go back to the present. (I have a bunch more really shitty and dark ones, which I will not be posting any time soon...) Also, no picture for this part. I just couldn't find anything that would have passed to this.

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Talking to the Moon: Part V

Pairing: Astarion x GN!Reader Word Count: ~6200 Warnings: emotional hurt/comfort, arranged marriage, slight family angst aka daddy issues? I'm terrible at these

archiveofourown: here

masterlist: here

part I: here part II: here part III: here part IV: here

Summary: Set at the end of Act II, after Moonrise Towers and Kethric. Reader/Tav leans on Astarion and reveals more about their family and their story from before the Nautiloid.

Notes: I've emerged from my cave I made on the couch in my basement and finally finished this update! I got bronchitis a week or so ago and it kicked my booty, but I'm finally feeling better!! YAY! I have no voice still, but good thing I don't need that to write fanfiction!

So this update reveals more of our Selune blessed Tav's backstory that is based off my original D&D character. I was really hung up on whether or not I should include more backstory and lore for this GN!Tav/Reader, since it isn't very typical for a lot of the gn!reader fics I've read. But it was giving me such writers block if I did not include it, as I honestly have the rest of this fic completely planned out and the endgame I have for this pairing relies on more of this backstory, so I decided to include it! Also, its my fic… and my character sooo I hope you enjoy my baby and the little story I wrote for them five years ago. This character will have a special place in my heart forever, and I'm excited to share more of them with you all!

I also desperately wanted to include a scene of Astarion and Tav/Reader kissing for the first time since his confession and them setting boundaries about physical intimacy and contact. I know the game just lets you click the kiss option right away, but I like to think its something that Astarion would build himself up to again and would maybe even have to relearn — not kissing like it was a performance, but instead an expression.

Thank you for reading and sharing your thoughts! It means so much to me and every time I see a notification! It fills me with infinite joy ♡♡♡ I know there is lots of posts circulating about this and tags get filled with it, but reblogs and comments are so so appreciated!! :)

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He wasn’t sure how you did it. Astarion was exhausted, beyond that actually — shattered. His feet were stiff and aching, his mind fuzzy with weariness. Yet you were still smiling, accepting the gratitude of every single person at the Last Light Inn with humble nods and smiles. He’d never had a longer day in his life. The temple, the Shadowfell, Shadowheart, Moonrise Towers, the goddamn Absolute. Gale... Gods, you had talked down Gale from fulfilling the desire and demands of an actual goddess. All in one day. All he wanted to do was to fall into a bed with you, and sleep. To just pretend for one moment that there wasn’t any marching armies or impending vampire masters waiting in Baldur's Gate. To ignore the thrum of anxiety and fear that coursed through him as he remembered exactly what was carved into his back — what Raphael had finally revealed to him. Just for today, he had wanted to rest. But no — the end of this never ending day was to finish with a celebration. An annoying, lively celebration.  The vampire was being stereotypical as ever — standing in a shadowy corner, moody and silent as he nursed a red glass. It was wine. Gale had found a decadent bottle, buried away and forgotten about on some dusty shelf. The wizard had made an eloquent toast to the group gathered on the bottom floor of the inn. But he was now standing with Wyll — the two of them conversing politely with a pair of obviously flirtatious tieflings. Karlach had her arm wrapped around Damon, the two of them chatting enthusiastically and laughing.  Astarion was surprised to not see Shadowheart by Karlach — the two of them inseparable as of late. No, what was more shocking was that the dark-haired cleric was sat next to Lae’zel. Their mouths barely opening as they spoke to each other in low voices, buried under the noise of the celebration in the inn.  He almost choked on the sip he had just taken as his red eyes finally returned to you — where several people were forming a makeshift line to speak with you. The next one more bashful than the last as they leaned in to speak with you, all flushed cheeks and batting eyelashes.  You always had a certain charm about you, an innate ability to draw out easy smiles and laughs from others. You were also undeniably attractive — anyone who said otherwise would be a blind idiot. But other people being enraptured by you had never bothered him before. He had just silently agreed with them — that yes, you were indeed a prize like no other.  But you were his now, weren’t you? As he was yours. Even without the label or words that he still couldn’t figure out how to say. That he was too afraid to say. Regardless, why were you entertaining these fools?

He'd not felt this before — was it jealousy? Gods, he was being like a petulant child who didn't want to share their toy. You were a person, you could make your own decisions. That was the entire point of all of this. 

What was he going to do — follow you around like a lost puppy? Drape himself over you, clutch onto you like a coat so others would see he was with you? 

You must have felt his red eyes piercing through you as you suddenly flicked your eyes over to meet his gaze. Your face instantly brightened, a smile tugging on your lips. An overwhelming sense of relief went through him as you waved apologetically to the small group in front of you, before weaving your way over to his dark corner. 

"Yes, darling?" He drawled as you approached, trying to hide any emotion betraying on his face as he tipped his wine glass in front of it and took another sip. 

"Why are you hiding away in this corner? Not feeling like being paraded around like a hero?" You said sarcastically. 

Astarion rolled his eyes at you, replying dryly, "I am many things, but a hero, I am not."

You leaned in conspiratorially, lowering your voice until it was just a whisper. "I would beg to differ. But you have a reputation to uphold, don't you?"

He barked out a laugh, before flicking you in the nose gently. "You cheeky pup." 

"Ow." You feigned, scrunching your face up at him. "That hurt." 

A wave of courage swept through him as he pushed back the little voice in his head. He leaned forward and pecked his lips onto the tip of your nose. He hoped the tingle that spread across his lips as they met your skin would spread to you. It seemed it did as your skin then flashed a delicious, brilliant shade from surprise. A tiny squeak even escaped you, your eyebrows shooting up. 

You had not kissed, not since his confession. Not since all of this had started. Not a brush of lips against hands or cheeks, nothing. The look on your face and the sudden increase in the thrum of your heart had him feeling light headed. Did he truly have such an effect on you? 

For a moment, he let his gaze from you lapse as he swept his eyes across the inn. To the disappointed glances of a few partygoers, and the knowing looks of his companions, watching the pair of you interact. 

A flash of gratification went through him, satisfied at the effect he had not just on you but at those who had eyed you before. It squashed the jealously that had made a pit in his stomach, instead twisting it with a new, slowly recognizable feeling. 

"There, all better?" He smirked. 

You let out a breathy laugh, nodding at him. 

Astarion rubbed his lips together, the tingling sensation on them lingering still. "How much longer does the Hero of the Shadowlands need to stay down here?"

You looked over your shoulder to the gathered patrons, the crowd thinning out more and more as the evening faded into a dark, late night. "Bored already?" 

He let out a weary sigh, letting his shoulders droop. "Exhausted, darling. And I know you are too." 

You were always a sight to see, holding a beauty he could have never imagined or conjured up in his head. But he could see the purple circles under your eyes, the usual sparkle in them had long gone dull. 

Your eyes flickered to your boots, nodding your head in defeat. "You're right." 

"I believe they have set some rooms aside for us, if you wish—"

"Do you?" You caught him off, trying to hide your own eagerness.  

His gaze softened, a smile tugging on his lips, "Very much so."

The pair of you bid goodnight to your companions quietly, subtle nods and waves as they continued their own conversations or headed to their own rooms. Astarion walked slightly behind you on the stairs, his hand resting gently on the small of your back as you led the way.  The path you took was familiar, the worn floor boards creaking before you were outside the private room the two of you had occupied once before.

Astarion let out a sigh of relief as he closed the door softly behind him, the sounds from the lingering party below muffled and leaving you in a peaceful quiet. But as he found reprieve in finally being alone, you suddenly crumbled.

You dived for the bed, a heartbreaking sob escaping you as your hands covered your face. 

Your name choked out him before he crossed the room quickly and joined you on the edge of the mattress. Gods, what was it about this Inn and room that had you breaking apart on it? "Darling, what's wrong?" He asked, concern etching every feature.

"I- I, didn't-"

He remembered your words earlier today — gods, was that today? How comforting his touch was for you, being reminded of his presence. He placed his hand carefully on your own that was trembling on your thigh as you tried to speak. 

You finally gasped out, "She wasn't there, she wasn't-"

Mol. The little tiefling girl. You had promised those rascal children downstairs you'd find her. And it was you who had told them she wasn't in Moonrise tonight, swallowing deeply as they dipped their heads with disappointment. But you had told them not to give up hope, that she was resourceful and strong. You had sounded so convincing that even he had believed you. 

But here you were, sobbing and breaking apart in front of him. "Oh, sweetheart. Gods, I should have seen this, I'm sorry."

You sniffled, glancing up at him with wide eyes. "Why are you apologizing?"

He gave you a sad smile, his eyes shining with understanding, "I know you better by now. It was a mask you were wearing tonight...," He tucked a stray hair back behind your ear. "I hate it when you wear it."

"I just wanted everyone to be okay, I tried so hard..." Your voice cracked and broke. 

"You've done so much, darling. Look at what we did today, that was because of you." 

You always took care of everyone else. But who took care of you? Astarion thought, perhaps... him. He could… he would.

He had been.

"Oh my little moon, you don't have to carry the world by yourself, you know?" 

You sniffled and nodded, silver still lining the bottoms of your eyes. 

"May I?" He echoed the question you so often asked of him. You'd never touched him without asking the question first. Your consent you'd granted him was a separate conversation, one where you had told him casual, simple touches were okay. A silent conversation and agreement sometimes was exchanged with a look of your eyes. But with him, you had always asked. He thought that now he would return that favor to you, as you opened yourself to him — vulnerable and upset once again on the edge of this mattress. 

He hoped you appreciated the sentiment, as much as he did.

The vampire reached down, hovering his hands over your boots. Your brows furrowed slightly before you were nodding. Your eyes never left his pale fingers as he untied the laces of your boots, gently prying them off before setting them down neatly at the foot of the bed. Then he did the same to his own before he slid his way up the bed, leaning against the headboard before patting the spot next to him. 

"Come here." 

You hesitated, before beginning to scooch over to him. When he opened his arms as a silent invitation you hesitated again. "Are you sure?"

"Yes. Please come here." He nodded solemnly.  

Astarion willed himself to keep steady and clear, drawing a breath he truly did not need. He enveloped you in his arms as you laid next to him, trying to stop his limbs for stiffening. It was all so foreign, it was terrifying. 

But your familiar scent filled his nose, and he could feel the steady rhythm of your heartbeat with your chest pressed to his side. His fingers laxed as you settled into him, bunching into the material of your shirt. Your breaths started calming and eyes fluttering as you laid with him. 

"Is this okay?" You whispered — uncertainty laced every word. 

"I was just going to ask you the same thing."  He said softly, before swallowing thickly. "I don't know what I'm doing." You started to remove your limbs his, but he tightened his hold on you. "Don't, please."

"Astarion if you aren't comfortable—"

"I am, it's not that." He rubbed the soft material of your shirt between his fingers as he spoke, "I want so badly to be this for you, to be what you need. But I don't know how."

You craned your neck up to look at him, "I think you're doing a good job of it."

He looked down at you through his long lashes, "Truly?"

"Yes, Astarion." You sounded genuine, "No one... no one has ever made me feel the way you do."

He let out a sigh of contentment, settling in deeper with you before resting his chin on the top of your head. "I know we have so much left to do... But laying here with you. It makes it worth it."

"Are you scared?" You asked in a whisper. 

"Terrified, actually." He admitted. 

Your thumb rubbed across his stomach in smooth lines back and forth, "I will be with you every step of the way."

"That's part of what makes it all so terrifying." The vampire whispered, "Sometimes, I know that I couldn't do any of this without you by my side. But other times... when Ketheric turned into that thing, that abomination, with you looking so small in front of him..."

"I know." 

Astarion moved his head so he could look at your face, "You were right though." 

"Hmmm?" You hummed. 

"This is nice. Gods, when did I get so soft?" He chuckled, the movement of his chest vibrating your head until you joined him. 

Both of your faces were etched with bliss and contentment as you laid in the bed. On this bed where before he had laid awake, willing himself to fall into a trance, convincing himself to keep his distance from you, trying to protect himself from the inevitably of you. 

Now, you both fell asleep like that, still in your regular attire, wrapped in each other's arms with your head buried on his chest.

The stars caressing their moon. 

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The journey towards Baldur's Gate was turbulent and nerve-wracking while also... hopeful. 

The group was buzzing with energy — the anticipation of returning to Baldur's Gate had made some of your companions restless in more ways then one. 

You were all sat for a short rest, relaxing in a patch of long, green grass just off of the dirt road you were traveling on. It was just your group now, the other parties and groups had begun moving at different paces and times until it was just your familiar companions now. 

Astarion was laid out in the grass, his head resting on your lap and your fingers absent-mindedly playing with his soft, white tresses. His eyes were closed, basking in the glow of the sun that was set high in the sky at this time of day. Occasionally the shadows on his face would bounce as his long lashes flickered, opening his eyes to glance at you with a dreamy expression on his face. 

It made your movements stutter each time you noticed it. But the grip he had on your heart — that was steady and true. He had possessed you in a way you still could not articulate, even all these weeks later. 

But you blinked back to reality as Gale's voice broke the silence. "You're a beautiful couple." 

You looked up, a sheepish smile spreading across your face from being noticed. Astarion craned his neck, his red eyes rolling back to look at the wizard before settling back into your lap with a disinterested look crossing his face. 

"Oh, I'm sorry... I'm made things awkward, haven't I?" Gale mumbled, his hands twirling with the blades of grass in front of him. 

You couldn't help the blush that was spreading across your cheeks at the attention. Especially as you realized the rest of your companions were looking over with small smirks. 

Gale continued as you remained silent, "I just meant that... Well, its nice to see my friends so happy. That's all." 

"Thank you, Gale." Astarion drawled, readjusting himself so he laid deeper on your lap. 

The wizard blinked in surprise, "You're welcome. Are you — is it a secret, or?"

"Not a secret, no." The vampire purred with a shake of his head. 

"We are just taking our time." You finished, a soft smile growing on your face to match the one spreading across Astarion's. 

"Hmm, that's nice." Gale trailed off, a wistful expression on his face. 

Before the silence could really settle in again, the rest of the party started a conversation up. 

"Won't be long now until we get to Baldur's Gate." Wyll said, his face hard to read. 

"Are you nervous?" Karlach stretched her long leg, nudging him in the ankle playfully. 

His mouth scrunched and nose crinkled, "I... I don't know how to feel."

"I can't fucking wait! I'll be able to show you guys my old stomping grounds!" The barbarian said excitedly, falling back dramatically into the grass with her limbs spread wide. She addressed you, shouting up to the blue sky, "What about you, Giggles? Excited to see home again?"

"Oh," Your fingers froze, hovering over Astarion's hair. "I had only lived in the city for just under a year. Home will always be in the north."

"The north? I don't think I've heard you speak of your home much." Shadowheart asked quietly, a quizzical look on her face. 

"I, yes— near the Ice Spires." Your mouth twitched.

"You hail from a noble line, yes?" Gale asked. Everyone was eyeing you with curiosity, even Astarion still stretched out on your lap. His red eyes shifting slightly as he studied you. 

You swallowed, painting on a polite smile before speaking, "My father is a Viscount. He is a formidable figure in the region." 

"Ah." The warlock grimaced, his eyes sad. "Why do I get the feeling our stories are more similar than I realize?"

You bristled. "I'm not exiled or anything... It's just been some time. That's all."

"That's all?" 

A humorless laugh escaped you, "I am a second born child. And my older brother is much more obedient and better suited to the game of politics than I am." You couldn't help the sad, bitter smile that spread across your face. The thought of home stung in more ways then one. 

Astarion noticed how tense you had become, his hand squeezing your knee as he pushed himself up with a dramatic huff. "We are never going to get to the city if we sit here lounging all day." 

You shot him a grateful look, and he gave you the slightest nod in recognition as he offered his hand to lift you up. He did so easily, brushing off blades of grass lingering on you both gently. 

"You were the one complaining not long ago about how long we had been walking for!" Gale said, sounding completely exasperated as Wyll helped him up.   

"Me? I said that? I don't think so." The rogue playfully scoffed, shaking his head so his soft curls bounced dramatically. He looked over his shoulder at you with a conspiratorial smile before stretching his hand out for you. His fingers intertwined with yours easily as he pulled you along the dirt path, away from the questioning and burning curiosity of the rest of the party. 

• • •

Your group finally settled down for the night — picking a small clearing just off of the well-worn, dirt path you had been traveling down. Perhaps the last time you would be sleeping in the wilderness. You would be at Wyrm's Crossing by midafternoon tomorrow. 

Astarion had set up your tent on the edge of camp, attempting to give you both some sense of privacy from your busybody companions. He knew they meant well, that they hadn't meant for this afternoon to turn into an interrogation. That, like him, they were just curious to know more about you. As kind and good you were to all of them, you were still somewhat of a mystery. You had revealed the origins of your powers to the group yes, but you rarely spoke about yourself or your home.

Not even to him. 

The vampire had been content to let it lie. He knew it would come with time — and he certainly couldn't make any demands of you. Not after how gracious and patient you had been with him. But he couldn't deny that part of him wanted to know more. Astarion had somehow become an open book with you — revealing and exploring parts of himself that he had buried down so deep that he was surprised he could find them. 

He worried that it all had been about him for so long. His trauma, his past, his goals. That maybe you had kept parts of yourself hidden away, on the back burner for him. 

You had your back turned to him at the moment, the golden flickering of the candles in the tent illuminating the curve of your spine and freckles across your bare skin. Your muscles stretched and tensed beautifully as you lifted your arms over your head —pulling your nightclothes over yourself as you changed in the corner. It was a boundary that was set much earlier, that he had slowly started making less and less strict. 

He wasn't ready for anything more yet — he knew that. But his red eyes couldn't help but roam your figure. He couldn't help the familiar sensation of want twisting low in his stomach, the twitch of his fingers at his side as he imagined running his fingertips over your soft skin again.  

The smile you gave him as you turned around was dazzling, even in the dim light and tight space of the shared tent. You joined him cross-legged in the center of the tent, both of you not quite ready to go to sleep just yet. 

He picked at his nail for a moment, trying to seem nonchalant as he opened his pink mouth to speak. "So... the Ice Spires?"

You raised a single eyebrow, a hard to read look crossing the rest of your features. "Yes?" 

His fingers continued to fidget in front of him. "It's cold... all the time?"

"Not all the time. Our winters can be brutal though." You said with a scrunched nose. 

"Oh, what a lovely sell. I can't wait to go now!" He said sarcastically. 

"Ha." You laughed dryly, before your voice turned wistful. "It's beautiful honestly... I miss it."

The vampire studied your face as you undoubtedly saw visions of your home in your mind's eye. The edges of his lips curved up as he remembered your promise to take him there one day. He broke you out of your daydream with a quiet cough before he spoke again, "You don't have to tell me, if you don't want. But why did you leave there, darling?"

Your eyes flashed to the floor of the tent, your mouth forming a hardline. "Promise me you won't be upset?" Your voice was barely a whisper. 

His eyebrows furrowed together at your reaction. He took two fingers, dipping them under your chin so you would look up at him. "Why would I be upset? You leaving home for whatever reason is why you are here now. With me."

Your eyes softened with his answer, before you nodded. Yet you still licked your lips nervously before speaking, "Well... you know that Selûne told my mother I would be destined for a different path then the life of nobility. My mother agreed to it all those years ago, both my parents knew and yet... they still hoped they could reel it all back in. That enough etiquette and language lessons would shape me into the perfect child they hoped I would be. But it was never me. I tried for them, I really did. Instead I started to fantasize about the people in our history lessons like they were characters in a book, and I spoke too loud and laughed at the wrong moment at dinner." 

Astarion couldn't help the smile that spread across his face as he imagined you as a child — your face round and soft with innocence, your brilliant smile with missing teeth. The havoc that you would have caused, racing down wealthy halls as you acted out scenes from your books and danced in an empty ballroom with your melodic laugh echoing in the space. A piece of himself he had long forgotten about twinged inside him. He couldn't remember his own childhood anymore — it was lost to the last two hundred years of darkness. But something warmed in him as he dreamed up what yours was like. 

He snapped back to reality as you spoke again. "But I had a duty. I'm the second born, I wasn't being primed to one day take over for our father and run the keep, but I could be used in other ways. I've known of it since I was twelve."

His white brows furrowed again, "Known what?"

"When I became of age I would be married off to secure wealth and political ties with other territories. I'm engaged... technically." You admitted. 

His eyes dropped immediately to your fingers, the several jewels that adorned them from the moment he met you. He had never thought anything of them — thinking they were an artful display of rings that matched your personality and appearance well. But there it was — a golden ring of much higher quality then the rest, with a large ruby sitting in the center of it. Gods, how had he missed that. 

"Oh my gods. I'm a homewrecker." Then he burst out laughing, his head thrown back and his hands holding his stomach as he howled.

"Astarion, you'll wake up half the camp!" You leaned forward and hissed. 

"I'm sorry, I just —" He let out between gasps of breath, "It's so funny. Of course the person I fall for is to be wed to someone else."

You joined his chuckles, shaking your head. "It is like a cliché plotline from some terrible drama."

"It is! Or like a punchline to some joke. Did you hear the one about the vampire and the fiancé?" You both laughed for a moment, before he clutched onto your hand and squeezed it reassuringly.  

"So you aren't upset?" Your voice a whisper again, uncertainty flooded every word. 

"Upset? Darling, why would I be upset?" 

You huffed out an exasperated breath, "Astarion, I just told you I am betrothed to another person."

"And you are on the other side of the continent from them. Not married. And sitting in my tent. Is this why you left?"

Your eyes widened in surprise, "Yes, we planned it all out actually— my betrothed and I." 

"Really?"

You nodded, "They had also spent the last years troubling over it, attempting to delay it for as long as possible." 

"I'm assuming getting kidnapped by mind flayers was not apart of that plan?" He said with a smirk. 

"Definitely not. I so badly wanted to travel, to see the world outside of our keep I'd known my whole life. So... they insisted to my family that they needed a spouse that was learned and well-traveled. That I could enroll in a college to become a more suitable match."

Astarion raised a white brow, "And that worked?"

"It did. I think my father was so desperate for it all to work out that they just agreed."

"And how did you attending a college lead you to Baldur's Gate so many miles away from home?" 

You let out a dry chuckle, "I will say that I did go to the college like I intended. I lasted a week. Just long enough to purchase supplies and stationary from the college before paying for a spot on the next wagon out of Silverymoon." 

"Stationary?"

"I've been sending letters home for the past year, using stationary from the college so my family believes I'm still there studying and being a model citizen." 

He raised his eyebrows, a smirk spreading across his lips. "I'm impressed. That's very conniving... I didn't know you had it in you."

You smiled sheepishly, your fingers twisting in your lap. "I'll admit it was a clever idea. I ran out of supplies about a month before the Nautiloid." 

He pursed his lips as he finally understood, "They haven't heard from you since then?"

You shook your head, "No. I imagine my father has sent some of his men to check on me, and they have long discovered that I took back my tuition deposit and left months and months ago." 

"This whole time we were worried about a vampire master storming our camp, when really it could have been a disgruntled father or worried mother finding us?"

A large exhale left your nose as you shook your head, "Oh, my father would never come himself. He would just send his second-best men and a strongly worded letter ordering me back home. My mother though... I can only imagine how she betrayed and worried she feels." 

The vampire squeezed your hand again before running his thumb along the backs of your knuckles. "Why did you never tell me this?" 

"Astarion, the hardship and abuse that you went through...," Your eyes shined with pain, "My story is nothing compared to yours."

"Your story is not nothing." He shook his head, his voice earnest. "Your story is you — and you are everything. Never spare parts of yourself from me." 

"Even the messy parts that years of etiquette lessons couldn't train away?"

He let out a breathy laugh before smiling at you, "Especially those parts, my lovely moon." 

"You have gone soft on me, Starry." You teased before matching his smile. 

• • •

After another day of travel, you stood in the abandoned castle in Wyrm's Crossing, bracing yourself on the stone wall. The skyline of Baldur's Gate could be seen from here, the distant sound of the bell's ringing heard even from here. 

Your party had finally made it — after all of these weeks. You would walk the familiar cobblestone streets of Baldur's Gate tomorrow. The familiar scents and sounds of vendors and citizens, the bustle and crowds would be so different from the wilderness and forests you had been traveling through. 

The group's energy was buzzing as you settled for camp in the abandoned castle — a strange mixture of excitement and nerves. Astarion hadn't hidden his feelings with you — his anxieties and insecurities surfacing with every step closer and closer to the city limits. With every step closer to Cazador and his ritual. Hundreds of different ideas were bouncing around his head, you could tell. 

Yet your confession to him last night was still replaying in your head, especially as your stared at the ring on your left finger — the red gem catching the light. You weren't sure why you wore it anymore. A habit, you guessed. 

The sound of purposeful, shuffling feet announced that you were no longer alone. Craning your neck you looked over to see the man who normally consumed your thoughts, climbing the stone steps that led up to the falling apart battlements you stood on.

"What are you doing up here, darling?" 

"Just taking a moment."  You admitted as you loosed a heavy breath. "And you?"

"Oh, just over pretending to be interested the idle chat by the fire." Astarion waved his hand, before sliding in next to you. He braced his elbows onto the edge looking out over to the skyline. You watched him take a deep steadying breath, his eyebrow crinkled with worry for a moment. 

You fiddled unconsciously with the golden ring on your left hand as you watched him. The movement caught the vampire's attention, his red eyes snapping to it before looking up at you. He chewed the inside of his lip, before speaking, "Can I ask you a question?"

Your stomach tightened with sudden nerves, "Of course."

"This wedding... Your arranged marriage." 

"Hmm?" You hummed. 

His pale throat bobbed as he swallowed, "Would you have gone through with it? If there was no Nautiloid, no tadpole — none of this. Would you have gone through with the arrangement?"

A heavy sigh escaped you as you pushed your elbows off of the stone edge and stood up, "I would have... I would have tried. It felt inevitable before — inescapable."

He shifted around, so he was facing you — standing to his full height and looking you in the eyes. "And now?" He whispered, his long fingers reaching to brush the insides of your wrist lightly.

"Astarion... I never could have imagined any of this. I spent my whole life fantasizing and daydreaming of an escape and grand adventure. Nothing I've dreamed up has ever come close to being with you. I have fought mind flayers and ogres, refused Gods and marched across the country so that we can keep going. So that we can have a chance. I will take my father's disappointment and wrath for ruining his plans for financial security." 

"Heh — We can add him to the list of people we've angered along the way." He joked, but his eyes were glimmering with unspoken emotion after your declaration. 

You studied the handsome man before you, your lips parting slightly as you took him in. He was radiant in the moonlight, his white hair and pale skin shining. The way his usually sharp eyes softened and rounded as he looked at you.

Gods, you loved him. You had known for sometime now that you did. The words had been crawling up your throat, lingering on your tongue and swirling in your mind for days. But you would be patient for him. 

One side of his pink mouth turned up, "Why are you looking at me like that?"

Your head cocked to the side, "Like what?"

"You..." He seemed like he was at a loss for words for a moment. He shook his head at himself, before he admitted in a whisper, "They way you look at me... you make me feel like I'm poetry."

"You are, Astarion." You said simply. Courage suddenly flooded through you. You knew you would be fine, no matter how he answered. You wouldn't dare rush him. But you wanted to ask tonight. "May I — May I kiss you?" 

He blinked in surprise before his red eyes flicked down to your lips and he unconsciously licked his own. Then he locked eyes with you, nodding breathlessly. "Yes," He whispered back, his long lashes fluttering. "Yes."

Moving your hands up slowly and gently, your fingertips gripped the side of his strong jaw. You heard his breath sharpen as you moved your face to meet his — slowly, giving him time and space, allowing him to change his mind and pull away. But he didn't. Instead his eyes closed softly, his head tilting towards yours as he waited for you to kiss him. Then your lips locked as your mouth pressed softly against his, carefully as you waited to see if he would kiss you back. A low noise escaped you as you felt his lips press harder against yours, returning the kiss. 

You had long thought of your first kiss with Astarion in the woods near the Druid's Grove all that time ago. You thought you had memorized the sweet taste of him on your lips, the scent of leather lingering from his armor and groans that made the hairs on your arms stand up. 

But this — this was so different. Not practiced, not ritualistic like he so often said. 

This new first kiss was so painfully soft and tender. He tasted like wine, rosemary and honey. His hair softer then you remembered as your finger toyed with the curled tips at the base of his neck. The happiest of sounds escaped him as he parted his lips for you, allowing you to deepen the kiss as your tongue slid across his teeth. You both stood like that for a moment, relishing in the feeling until you both felt dizzy. Your lips stuck together slightly as you pulled away. His forehead was pushed against yours, like he was no longer content to not be touching you. 

Astarion's eyes were ablaze in the moonlight as he looked at you, his mouth falling open as he caught his breath. "Again. Kiss me, again.” “Starry?” You asked, your brow twitched. “Kiss me. Please. I miss it, I've missed you." One of his hands gripped the tip of your chin as you moved your mouth back towards him, halving the movement as he pulled you back in for another kiss. The other intertwining with yours in between you, squeezing your fingers gently. 

His sharp teeth dug into your bottom lip, causing a shudder to run down your spin. "Slow down, my love." Your groaned out.

"I have — weeks of this — to catch up on." His voice was breathless and he continued to interrupt his own words as he pressed lips to yours over and over. 

You pulled away, studying his face — the skin around his mouth pink from kissing, a slight flush crossing his complexion. But his eyes were fixed on you, filled with want and need. "I'm not going anywhere, Astarion. We have time." 

"Good. " He beamed, resting his forehead on yours again as you both breathed each other in. The two of you silhouetted on the crumpling battlements as you held on to each other for a moment longer.  

Read Part VI here

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[raainy-daze]

Yo yo, guess who?

Leo x male!reader: reader had an idea and asks Mikey to draw/paint a red-eared slider shell pattern on his back and surprises Leo with it! Bonus if he has Mikey add red eye stripes, and double bonus if happy churring and cuddles ensue. Dunno if turtles have clingy instincts, but maybe Leo could take a deep dive in these hypothetical instincts and just incoherently latch on to Y/N for a couple of hours and make happy noises.

(*one of the brothers approaches*

Leo: *hiss*)

~🌺👸

Painted Shells

rottmnt leo x male!reader

summary: you think it’d be funny/cute to imitate your boyfriend, so you ask mikey to assist with your newest idea.

word count: 462

warnings for minor swearing

a/n: i’ve been forcing myself through a minor writer’s block these last few weeks, and i apparently just couldn’t figure out how to write this as a oneshot or anything, so it ended up being in this form, i hope that’s okay!

i’m finally back on requests you guys - i’m going to clear out my inbox before opening them again, but yay! sorry i was consumed by seasonal stuff. halloween’s soul itself possesses me every year ANYWAYS ENJOY

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when you had the idea, you had gone to mikey immediately. he agreed, of course, and preparation began.

preparation consisted of two steps

step one: acquire paint actually safe for your skin

that wasn’t too hard. most craft stores sold body paint, it was just a quick errand.

step two: distract leo

also simple enough. you just had to send him out for pizza - he always took unreasonably long on tasks like that. he always got into some sort of trouble every time he even stepped outside.

all the guys did, actually - but that’s besides the point

so, you set your hoodie aside, and set to work. (or rather, you sat down down while mikey set to work)

(you paid him in candy)

you actually did the eye stripes, which weren’t in the original plan. you got bored while waiting, so you took some of the paint and just started on your eyes.

when mikey was done, you handed him a handful of starburst and left him to his own devices

you wound up waiting in leo’s room while the paint was drying - speaking of paint drying, it felt like it was taking forever.

(you had this thought about ten minutes in.)

leo’s return to the lair was hailed by several crashes, followed by “I DIDN’T DROP THE PIZZA THIS TIME!”

a few minutes later, he was in the doorway. “hey, i brought you a slice.”

he didn’t even process the paint for about ten seconds

“and then the guy gave me the box, and i swear to-“ *pause* *blink* “HOLY CRAP”

he kind of starts laughing at first - not in a mean way or anything, just from being caught off guard

“did you get mikey to do that? what the hell, (y/n)?”

he was grinning. “holy crap, that’s cool!”

cuddling ensued

this is absolutely an ego boost for him, you know

his arms were around your waist from the front, and you were patting his shell with one hand, your pizza slice in the other.

“y’know, i didn’t think this would make you so clingy.”

“i am not clingy”

“you are literally clinging to me right now. this is the definition of clinging. please be careful, i don’t know if the paint’s entirely dry.”

you remained this way for a good hour and a half.

you noticed donnie sneaking a picture for blackmail when he walked by the door, but you weren’t going to mention it.

“this is kind of gay.”

“you’re gay.” leo’s voice was muffled by your stomach, which he was pressed against.

“how could you even say such a thing, babe?”

it occurred to you that you would have to wash this off at some point. that’d probably be a nightmare.

oh well, that’s future you’s problem.

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[kpopsexstories]

Yay 😁 Winwin's story is now done!

It's only been what, a few days, since I asked for help with my smut story for NCT/Wayv Winwin, which previously caused me a lot of grief. You helped me loosen my writer's block big time! I've now completed a first draft I'm very happy with, and it's all thanks to your responses 😊😘

One in particular got me writing well into the night (it takes maybe 6 hours to write the first draft of any one of these stories). I won't reveal too much, but let me give you a hint:

MILF 😏😜🍆💦

With Winwin's story "done" (again, I still need to edit and then proofread all six of the remaining stories of the Most Memorable Sexual Experiences of NCT series before I begin to publish them), only one (also wide-eared 😁😍) member remains: LUCAS.

Since your suggestions for Winwin helped so much to get my creativity going, I'll ask for the same help with Lucas: If you want to, send me an Ask with your suggestions for what kind of sexual experience and storyline I can put Lucas through 😊

It will likely be another month before I start the final "season" of this series, but I still have loads more Quick Fix stories coming your way while you wait. If you didn't see the one with TXT Beomgyu's steamy shower sex scene I published this week, check that out now. And in just a few hours (Saturday Feb 24), you'll get a much wilder imagine in which NCT Johnny and Yuta double penetrate you 😱😏🎉

I can't say it enough, but thanks for following and reading all my smut, and especially for engaging with me as I can't stress enough how much that means 😊 Your presence here is what makes me want to keep writing, and keep the blog alive for a long time to come!

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[toriafiction]

Lightning in his Eyes and Thunder in his Wings

Author's Note chapter 4

Introducing

Dick "I need to fry some bastards" Grayson

And

Jason "I'll break you if you touch him" Todd

I'm excited about having gotten this far. I personally feel like this is where things really start in a way. Chapters 1 and 2 are backstory, and chapter 3 is the transition, but chapter 4 is the start of what I think of as current time.

You might notice a change in pacing from here on. There won't be any big time skips, just brife mentions of a few weeks passing between point A and point B here and there, but nothing substantial. While the passage of time will be slower, events will pick up.

Years have passed between the events in Titans Tower in chapter 2 and the beginning of chapter 4, and in that time Dick had created a new normal for himself, something that he believed was sustainable. Now, as promised in the story summary, Jason is back and, by merely existing in his space, has awakened something that is going to flip Dick’s world upside down.

Dick isn't human, and he has gotten to complacent with that fact.

This chapter introduces Jason into the story as an interactive character that we are finally getting to see, and I wanted him to come in with a big entrance that felt genuine to the story. This led me to writing my first ever fight scene. This was both easier and harder than I thought it would be. Dick’s sole fight was easy. I wanted to showcase how he used his abilities in a fight and him just being a badass fighter in general, so I just let him kick ass. No problem.

I had a problem after I brought Jason in. I really wanted to have them fighting together, not just in the sense of fighting back to back but actually playing off each other. Such as where Dick rolls across Jason’s back to defend him. I wanted to have more things like that, but I couldn't come up with anything. I even tried looking up fighting videos, and that was a huge bust. I hope I still got the point and the feelings across.

The next problem I had was even worse.

Talking.

I had no idea how to have them interact or what to have them say to each other. I knew the emotions and what the ultimate outcome of the interaction was supposed to be, but I agonized over this tiny little part for weeks. I even wrote around it until I hit the exact same problem with the next chapter.

I was stuck, and at that point, I stepped away from this work for quite a while, and it sat collecting dust in my docs for some time. When I came back, I still didn't know how to write the scene, but I wanted to keep my focus on this story, so this is the point that I started naming chapters. I also changed the name of the fic at this point. I was using a temporary name of "Lightning Strikes Twice." I knew that it wasn't a title I wanted to keep, and while I sometimes worry that my current title may be too long, I am much happier with it.

I finally got over my writer's block with this section while I was at work one day. I was hit with the idea of Dick’s line about Jason being snake bitten, and it seemed to shake everything loose. During my break, I made a rough outline of the scene and jotted down a few ideas for the next, and finally, I was able to move forward again. Yay!

Previous notes- 1st, 2nd, 3rd,

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[kiryoutann]

# I'M ALIVE and back!

I'M ALIVE. and back! i'm so SORRY for being inactive and not posting anything AND not producing any fics. I JUST GOT MY NEW LAPTOP YAY! and here's a few updates what i deleted and what i'm trying to work on:

i deleted: SALVATORE. and THE WORLD OF THE RICH. because. . . the ideas isn't there anymore. it's a shame that i have to not just abandon it, but also delete it after i re-read it again and it doesn't match my standards.

i'm doubting on: EX-PROBLEM. i wrote two chapters and it's still on draft. i don't know how to move forward.

i'm trying to work on: "the love i seek in everything," but, this one's gonna be unfamiliar with my genshin lovelies cause it's gonna be a fanfic about Simon "Ghost" Riley from Call of Duty. i really need to get it OUT of my system, take all of this self-deprecation and pour it there.

AND! i'm working on a new Tartaglia fic! remember this idea??? i'm trying to find ideas n write down some outlines guys, i swear. and i hope i'll be able to post it soon. I KNOW it's probably best to keep it hidden cause who knows, maybe i'll abandon it again like TWOTR and disappoint more people, but i just made a cover for it and i really want to share.

ANYWAY. pls pray for me. i'm trying to crawl out from this weird phase of my writer's block. i really wanna write for everyone again!!

have a great day, loves!

#ʕ⁎̯͡⁎ʔ — interacting!

[literaticat]

As an agent, how do you recommend authors handle review spaces? Most writers are also readers, but I understand it's probably looked down upon to go around giving 2-3 star reviews to who are essentially your colleagues. I enjoy having the data to look back on of my reads, but as I plan to be published in the future, I'm wondering if I need to make this private and find a private system.

A bit more broadly than your ask: In my personal opinion, writers may be readers, but reviewing spaces such as GoodReads, etc, are not for them. I would strongly suggest that for mental health purposes, authors not only NOT EVER go on GoodReads, but also block it from their computer like it is a naughty website. NSFW BABE. Don't look up your own reviews, don't look up your friend's reviews, for the LOVE OF GOD don't RESPOND to any reviews of your books or your friend's books you happen to see, and unless you have something glowing to say about a book that will uplift the author, for Pete's sake keep it to yourself. If you have potentially snarky things to say about a book or author, journal about it. Text it to the group chat. But don't post it.

As for your more specific ask: I totally understand wanting to keep book-reading data -- I do! I use the Reading List app, which is private. StoryGraph I just got but it feels like a nice interface, I'll be playing around with it, and I'd happily add books I'm reading, my TBR, etc -- but I would either keep my account private to whatever extent is possible, or I just wouldn't rate the books on that. Other people use cool personal spreadsheets, or cool notebooks. This is MY data -- I'm not keeping it to impress or inform anyone else, so why would it need to be public?

When I find books that I particularly adore, I'm delighted to post about them on socials, but I don't need or want to talk smack about books publicly, that would be totally inappropriate coming from me, and since I know and work with SO MANY editors, other agents, authors, etc -- There's pretty much NO WAY I could get away with that without inadvertently insulting somebody. And while you may be "aspiring" now -- the longer you stay in publishing spaces, the more people YOU will know and meet, too.

TRUE STORY from just this week: I was at a Little Free Library and found an old Sweet Valley High book - BEWARE THE WOLFMAN, #106. It has a hilarious jacket and cover copy, I had no idea that the Wakefield twins went through a paranormal "American Werewolf In London" era, I was obviously obsessed and posted about it on Facebook, with a pic of the front and back of the jacket. Now, this is a book that is WELL out of print, it was published when I was in high school thirty years ago, it was a friends only post and I'm not friends with the author, like, literally who would I be insulting if I made fun of this book? Oh -- well potentially my friend Dan, who chimed in immediately to say that he in fact wrote the funny jacket copy. My friend Elise, who is an agent now, but was Dan's boss in 1994 and in charge of these books. OH ALSO, I am friends with the publisher. Ahahahah OK! Yay! Luckily it truly is a bonkers book and they know that so it was all in good fun and haha teehee, but like -- it could have been WAY worse!

ANYwhoo, you asked what I think, that's what I think. This is just how I approach it. "As an agent" I would never tell my authors what they can or can't do with their lives - but this is MY philosophy: we're all here to SELL books, not bash them, so if you don't have anything nice to say, keep it to yourself, because believe me when I say, it's extremely upsetting for all parties when you give a book a shitty review and then are seated next to the author at a publisher dinner later. TRUST ME, I KNOW.

[dokukoi]

In relation to the ask game answer, could I get a lore dump on you and Ren? I won't deny, radio dj falling in love with thier kidnapper is a concept that's got got me hooked!

Don't feel pressured to answer and only include what you want to, I'm just super curious about that now :3

-@woof-ships

omg yay!!! thank you im so happy you like my silly self-ships to know more about them 🤭🤭🤭

it's based off of my own experiences being a radio dj and i wanted to have my own storyline that parallels btd2 canon but is more self-indulgent :D hopefully this makes sense (and is not ridiculously long) bc ive never written it down before dkakfjak

under the cut because i failed at keeping it short lmao

so, while trying to make friends by surfing gore and snuff forums, ren stumbled upon noe's late-night show (10PM - 4AM). it's an international block, focusing on rock and metal from different countries. much to ren's delight, there's also a vkei, jrock, and jmetal showcase hour. after a few days of listening to the show, listening to the DJ during their voice breaks—ren's heart races. they have so much in common, they sound so kind... they're the friend ren has been looking for! so, he finally decides to call in a request.

noe is delighted, obviously—not many people call in to radio shows, let alone late-night ones anymore! they're even more delighted when ren becomes a regular caller. there's only so much you can do to occupy yourself when you're stuck in the studio for six hours. noe is more than happy to chat away!

while it starts off as short conversations, about the music, the bands... ren quickly pushes the conversations to be longer, more personal. nothing too invasive, yet. it's basically having a pen-pal... right? noe is just happy to have some company and willing to overlook some of the more prodding questions.

meanwhile, ren is becoming increasingly parasocial. he anxiously waits for 10PM and if there's a minute delay to hearing their voice, he gets nervous. he dreads 4AM, the radio cut off. in the rare case someone else calls in—he gets irritated. why do they need to talk to someone that's not him? to ren, noe is already their best friend, their partner, since the lines are so blurred for him.

he needs to be closer to them. he needs to see them, to touch them... after weeks of asking, begging, pleading noe for him to be a guest co-host for one night, noe agrees. they've been talking to him for a few months... he seems nice enough. he's just passionate about the same kind of music they are! nothing would go wrong, would it?

yeah... while the radio station is struggling to find someone to fill their slot, ren has his very own best friend/partner/plaything now! complete with a shock collar and a cute lil ankle shackle. aren't they such nice gifts?!

after this, it loosely follows the routes in the game

ren's lovebombing and sadism quickly breaks noe in—especially after ren breaks down after almost permanently breaking them. he really, really just wants a friend—this is the only way that he knows how to treat friends, to have fun with them.

he just doesn't want to lose his best friend after he just found them. ren quickly shifts to just... trying to have a normal relationship with noe. well, what he perceives as a normal relationship sans the brutality. he just wants to love and be loved!

to help noe have some sort of semblance of normalcy again, he makes a home-made radio transmitter. they host a small radio show together every week. slowly but surely, noe warms up to ren and his affections now that ren is no longer 'playing' with them.

their laugh on the radio waves sounds just like when he first met them now. to anyone listening, they just seem like a couple head over heels for each other. not a captive and their captor.

i haven't decided how lawrence fits into this, or if ren becomes fox/the announcer in this storyline (im leaning towards fox being an au)

i hope this made some sense?? im not the strongest writer! thank you so much for asking though woof 😭🫶

#woof ships #🐇🦊 #🪩 you've got mail! #🪩 noe writes #kinda?

[littletail]

Please may I have a Fairy tail age regression scenario of when Caregiver! Natsu knew exactly what he was doing when he basically hung little! You (his sister age 4 by the ankles..she is biologically four and she is four but it was proven that she had little! traits anyway) upside down by the ankles to get you to pipe down when you got upset for no reason at all with Team Natsu and you started laughing when he did that..honestly..you are a handful..Caregiver! Natsu didn't really have a clue what went on when he was in the toilet (he asked them to watch you) but it was definitely silly..honestly.

https://youtu.be/0BR1Na7w-jA?si=EzgBBg5WF68ie7uR (to help you with what I mean and it was typical toddler stuff)

(Sorry for the really late post. I've been struggling juggling finals ((Which are done by now, so yay, one less thing to worry about lol.)), writing, writer's block, and just overall being tired. I am still trying to work on the requests, I've just been struggling with them for the time being lol.)

Big Brother Rescue

You weren’t entirely sure what caused it. Heck, nothing could’ve caused it, really. You were just four and had a harder time growing up compared to your peers, so it could’ve easily just been toddler nonsense.

That being said, you were still sobbing and wailing as everyone around you tried to get you to settle down.

“Here, Sweetie, look at me,” Lucy tried as she waved a toy in front of you. No dice.

Gray attempted to entertain you by creating a functional rattle with his magic, but you just swatted it away.

“Easy, we do not hit,” Erza gently scolded. You didn’t care to hear it, you just kept crying.

“What set her off?” Lucy asked.

“I don’t know. I think she might’ve tripped? Or maybe she saw something that upset her?” Gray offered, but he didn’t sound so sure.

“Maybe Natsu can find out when he gets back..” Erza sighed, “Right now, let’s just try to get her to calm down.”

“Maybe she’s hungry. Or thirsty!” Lucy said, “I’ll grab a bottle,” she hurried off, before soon returning with said bottle in hand.

“Here, how about some milk? It’s nice and cold!” she offered, but you just turned your head away.

“Aww, don’t be like that. You love your bottle,” Lucy tried to coax you into it. Still nothing. You just kept turning your head away while trying to hit the bottle away.

Lucy sighed, backing away.

“What happened?”

The three turned, spotting Natsu. Your brother.

“She’s got herself worked up and we don’t know what happened,” Lucy explained, “Which means we also don’t know how to fix it.”

“I leave for a couple minutes to use the bathroom…” he sighed, “Alright, leave it to me. C’mere, you little rascal!”

He walked up to you, then grabbed your ankles and lifted you up, holding you upside down. He grinned down at you, before gently bouncing you. Your tears stopped, and you even giggled back up at him.

“There we go. There’s the smile I was looking for!” Natsu said, then spun around, letting you fly around. “Weeee!” you laughed happily.

“Alright, up we go,” he pulled you up, then held you in his arms upright, “That’s my girl.” 

You babbled happily, reaching up to grip his scarf.

“That worked?” Gray asked.

“Well, if it got her to calm down, I see no issue with it,” Lucy said, handing the bottle over to Natsu. “Think she wants it now?”

You reached for it, babbling away, “Ah! Ah!”

“I’d say so,” he chuckled, slipping it into your mouth. “My sweet happy little sister.”

You cooed happily.

#littletail #request #caregiver!natsu #little!reader #lucy heartifilla #erza scarlet #gray fullbuster

[minniemariex]

KINNPORSCHE EP 12

okay my main points

1. chay not going to the music school was bulshit. but i get it he’s a teenager with his angsty post breakup thoughts. he doesn’t want to be in places that remind him of his crush.

2. porsche spying on Kinn was funny. until it wasn’t. loved how kinn resolved the whole thing. especially how he didn’t touch porsche when he didn’t wnat him to. but then gave him a big hug. loved it.

3. VEGASPETE talking about blood types. it was cute and funny bickering until pete touched a nerve with talking about the pets and needing love. yeah didn’t think that would go well with Vegas.

4. i don’t believe korn one bit. it’s plausible but nope that’s just a cover up. i refuse to believe it was as simple as a cover up for a friend. also how tf did he recognized porsche from his baby photos???

5. VEGAS AND HIS HEDGEHOG. no i don’t want him to be sick. sad Vegas is really doing it for me. he just wants his pet to be healthy. but doesn’t trust the bodyguards

6. pete’s run away plan and not going through with it. loved it. him comforting Vegas was one of my fav scenes in this whole ep. Bible did amazingly with his part and Build as well.

7. and then we have the scene. loved it. pete initiating the kiss?? fantastic. the ropes? wonderful. the chains around pete’s ankles? masterpiece. it was great. but also it gave me a bit of whiplash cause we went from sad to horny in a matter of seconds.

8. Kinn living with porsche and chay was wholesome until korn came. I STILL DONT BELIEVE HIM. we also got a bit about Tay and Time not being the best couple? ?? i want them to get a bit more character development but also idk how they would do that if we have 2 ep left.

ALSO THE BREAD ADVERTISEMENT IS F KILLING ME LOL

9. porsche not killing the driver (if he even is the driver) was great. Kinn telling him his parents would be proud even better. Kinn telling him HE is proud was just fantastic. the hug was everything.

10. thé ‘canon we start form the beginning’ was great. we finally got the scene for the trailer. yay

11. Kim is still in UNI??? wtf??? idk how they don’t get thrown out for absences in class.

12. chay in his bad boy era is great. first time we see his friends. kinda sad macau is jot one of them lol

13. pissed Kim is my everything. the way he just said ‘DONT’ and stared down the guy was hot AF. i want more of aggressive Kim. my other fav moment of this ep.

14. Kinn and porsche eating insects and Kinn being like UGH was gold. but of course the uncle must’ve fucked everything up. the way porsches whole posture changes when he realizes his uncle is next to him. straight back and the calm. loved it

15. I KNEW KORN WAS LYING also 5 mln for info? nope bitch he gonna find it by himself. also wouldn’t porsche remember korn?? or did he just block the memories of his parents as he said he does to cope with the trauma?

i’ll wait for the meta writers to find sth xD

so yeah. we got a lot. and i loved it very much.

i bought the VIP for these last 3 eps lol

see y’a next week

#kinnporsche #kinnporche the series #vegaspete #kimporchay #pete x vegas #kim x porschay #kinn x porsche #ep 12 #thoughts #list #it was great #we need more aggressive Kim

[imhere-imqueer-ilikedeer]

Guys he's posting about his wips instead of writing them again

Made some new picrews of my characters!!!!! And I am so in love with this one.

Look at my babies!!!!!!!! (top row WCHIAWTO, bottom row AFICBYDT)

Closeups and me going ballistic over them under the cut

Hawthorne Carter:

trauma boy!!!!!!!!!! I delight in his misery but also feel sad about what I have done to him! He got possessed by god who isn't a nice person and had to kill himself to get rid of her, so that's not good. But the plot line!!!!!!!

Theo Varma:

He is fed up with everyone's shit. He just wants to go home. Just let him go home, man (but it's so fun dragging him into things). He's Hawthorne's long suffering best friend.

Iona:

Iona!!!! the queen of confidence herself!!!! A little arrogant, but she's still awesome. She's a witch, and she fucking loves annoying the heck out of Theo.

Cody:

I love this guy. He's so chill, and happy, and probably ends up in a qpr with Hawthorne (idk yet tho). He's gorgeous, but doesn't care that everyone thinks it.

SECOND WIP!!!!!!! (which is a sequel to the first wip).

Robin: (i named myself after her, not her after me ok)

It's God herself!!!!!!!!!!!! She is also done with everyone's shit, and doesn't like people. The only person she does like is:

Casey!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!:

My most favourite character in the whole wide world!!! Chaos incarnate, and absolutely does not give a fuck. Zero self preservation. If it weren't for God/Robin, they'd have died riding a zebra down an iceberg /j

Owen!!!!:

Poor, poor Owen. All he wanted was revenge. God/Robin ruined his life, he tried to kill her, failed spectacularly, and is now stuck with her and Casey. I'm sorry man.

YAY! THAT WAS MY OCS. i hope you like them, and i hope inspiration to actually write (or study, that too) strikes me sometime soon :)

I did manage to write something the other day, so... noice.

Have a wonderful and writers block free day!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

#tw suicide #wip #wips #oc #ocs #my ocs #writeblr #writers of tumblr #WCHIAWTO #AFICBYDT #i love them!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #so much!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!111 #akfgfalkgfjhgfhaksdjkgfjhgfhsakjdjhffhkjsgfjshslkagjsgfhkaj #herequeerdeerrobin

[pumpkinspice-prouvaire]

i only just got into les mis but the fandom is so intimidating skjdgj qwq any tips

hi!!!! welcome to the fandom!!! Don't be intimidated I promise we're all really nice!!!

I think my top tip would be if you're consuming content by creators in the fandom, interact with it, whether that's through comments on ao3 or reblogging art on tumblr and leaving lots of screaming in the tags or anything else. As a fic writer I remember the names of my regular commenters, and when I see them on my dash my immediate reaction is :D friend! :D And if you're a content creator yourself, post your stuff and tag it! I can't speak for artists and other content creators, but in terms of fics kudos and comments can sometimes be slow to come (especially if you're not writing ExR) but the right people will find it and love it!

Also from personal experience I've found those reblog ask games really effective for making friends, if you reblog and send the person you reblogged from an ask, a lot of the time they'll send one back. Yay, communication!!!

The fandom is sort of split into canon content and modern au/fanon content. Everyone has a preference, and you'll find that group of blogs you enjoy the most soon, but if you are chill, you can enjoy both. This goes without saying, and I hope I'm not being condescending, but if you disagree with an opinion/post/ship/person, you are under no obligation to interact with it. Block the tag and or blog and move on, PLEASE be chill.

You've also joined at a good time, because we're part way through Les Mis Letters! We're a good bit through Volume II by now, but if you've read the book previously orrrr can just Sparknotes Volume I (or be completely unhinged and do a mega catchup over the next few days- let me know if you achieve this and I'll make you a cake), you can totally join and post commentary/meta/jokes anything else! The blog is @lesmisletters , I believe there's also a Discord server

One that note, there's plenty of Discord servers if that's your thing! I can name a couple off the top of my head (Hoes for Enjolras, Lame Mis, Discorinthe) but don't have links, I know there's a post out there somewhere I will try to find it when I have time!

You've also joined at a good time because there's plenty of fandom events coming up soon! It's too late to sign up, but the ExR Big Bang is in a few weeks, Barricade Day aka the biggest Les Mis event of the year is 5th-6th June, Drink with Me aka the platonic Les Mis exchange normally happens in August time (Although I'm not positive if it's happening this year yet), and I believe Logic and Philosophy week aka Enjolras and Combeferre week is in September time? There's probably more that I'm missing out but those are the one I know are happening soon!

I think all that's left now are some blog recs 😌😌😌

@/pilferingapples @/alicedrawslesmis @/thecandlesticksfromles mis @/shitpostingfromthebarricade @/hfullofblagden @permit-it @/unicorngunter @/weisbrot @/thelawsofdaylight @/butts-of-the-barricade @/fuckyeahlesmiserables @/guide-ferre @/secretmellowblog @/barricade-blondes @/aromantic-enjolras @/p-trichor @/wild-oats-and-cornflowers @/everyonewasabird @/juliensorelisoverparty @/see-you-on-the-barricade @/probably-enjolras @/jesuisserieux @/cx-shhh @/ueinra @/kjack89 @/shamedumpster @/dolphin1812

I'm definitely missing some great blogs there but at least you have a starting point lmao I hope you enjoy!!!

#answered #long post