#I kind of got burnt out on trying to explain it over the years

[sc0tters]

Lips Sealed - Jack Hughes

summary: when jack rights his wrongs it makes this years trip to the lake house unforgettable.

request: yes/no

warnings: sexual themes, p in v, thigh riding, swearing, fireworks, alcohol.

word count: 4.09k

authors note: firstly to those who read the sneak peeks thank you from the bottom of my heart for helping me with this one! @babydollmarauders I hope what I’ve done to our idea has met your expectations. This is my first smut with a plot alongside it so let’s all play nice and act like it was well executed, okay?

The lake house had always been the best part of your summers.

For as long as you could remember the joyous memories belonged to that house. Being back with your friends and your brother after spending months meant that your mind was at peace “good morning to you too.” Jack smirked as he leaned against the wall of the kitchen.

It made you shriek as you jumped “Jack!” You groaned clutching your chest as you stood up straight. The boy laughed as he watched your Michigan maize baseball jersey fall to your sides as it covered your ass “sorry princess.” The hockey player smiled as he walked over to you “just came to see what the noise was in here.” He explained taking a berry from the bowl in your hands as the boy stared down at you.

Your cheeks turned red as the open jersey complimented the yellow bikini that you wore “just me.” Your voice was soft as you tucked your hair behind your ear watching him lean against the counter “feel like I haven’t seen you alone all week.” Jacks lips formed a frown as he held his arms out to hug you.

Ever since you were younger Jack always did have a soft spot for you “all you had to do was talk to me.” You pointed out as he had been catching up with Trevor as you did the same with Luke “wanna go for a ride then so we can do that?” Your chin rested against his chest as his offer lingered in your ears.

The boat was the true corner stone of the lake house, the boys got to use it as their moment to truly relax and be boys. You on the other hand lived for the laughter you got watching your best friend and your brother miserably fail at water skiing “I’ll even teach you to drive.” Jack proposed finally offering you the opportunity you couldn’t say no to.

Just as you had assumed the rest of the house was captured in a deep sleep probably brought on by their indefinite hangovers “let me help.” Jack placed his hat on your head as his hand went to help you onto the boat “really?” You weren’t complaining that Jacks locks were now free but you couldn’t help but send him a glare as the hat was too big for your head “Trevor would kill me if you came back burnt.” His words made you laugh as you threw your head back.

The idea of Jack having any kind of fear of your brother made your cheeks hurt as you tried to keep quiet going towards your normal seat on the boat “wow you’re really trying to get away from me that fast?” The hockey player teased making you stop in your tracks “meant it when I said I’d teach ya to drive.” His hand extended to yours.

You stared at the single seater that Jack sat on first “you know I don’t bite.” The hockey player joked as he helped you onto his lap making you straddle his leg as you faced the wheel “I’ll help you lead you.” Jack’s voice was soft as he let his chin rest on your shoulder.

Just as Jack had hoped it took you a few minutes to relax as you loosened up allowing the sounds of the water hitting the boat to scratch an itch you didn’t even know was in your brain. But with each hit the boat had on the water it made your legs tense around Jacks and with that your clit would hit different his thigh as your hips would readjust against him “oh.” Your lips fell open as it was now his turn to tense his leg beneath you.

Jack pressed his lips against your shoulder “you’ve gotta stop moving like that.” Jack warned as his cock throbbed at the against his swim shorts “like what?” You mumbled as you the the boat come to a stop.

It was a lightbulb moment that Jack had as he smirked “you never gotten off on someone’s thigh before?” He watched as you began following the movements that his hands had you doing “nope.” You moaned slapping your hand over your mouth as your eyes widened at the feeling.

Your legs shivered as the feelings went straight to your core and up your spine “you trust me?” Jack asked brushing his fingers over your cheek making you nod “use your words baby.” The hockey player cooed making your brain feel as though your were melting.

Your tongue ran over your lower lip “of course I do Jack.” You smiled as the boy grinned “need you to face the front then.” Jack sent a nod to the people in front of you both “if you really wanna be a good girl for me lose the panties.” His words made you moan as you nodded following his request as you crouched down to hook your fingers into your bikini bottoms pushing them to the floor before you got back to his leg.

Jack leaned his head against the headrest of the chair as he watched you straddle his thigh “just follow my hands.” The hockey player cooed pressing his fingers against your hips “Jack.” You moaned as your clit grazed against his skin.

Your soaked cunt spread its wetness over his thigh “fuck you’re doing such a good job.” The mirror of the boat became his best friend when he could take in how your face contorted when your clit hit his skin at a different way “please.” You begged wanting to move quicker now desperate to come.

Of course though you should have known it wouldn’t have been this easy “god you’re so needy already.” Jack laughed as he tried to adjust himself in an attempt to ease the pain his cock felt “keep soaking my thigh with your pretty little pussy.” The hockey player used his energy to lean forward to kiss your shoulder.

The jersey had fallen off of your arms as you kept your head upright “such a gorgeous girl aren’t you?” His teeth sunk into your skin causing a loud moan to fall from your lips “naughty girl, we gotta keep quiet.” Jack clicked his tongue making your face feel warm as it turned red.

But as your thighs clenched around his leg it made Jack laugh “but maybe you want to be caught?” Those words made you whine as you writhed against his leg “that’s it.” He smirked pressing a kiss on your earlobe.

In an attempt to tease you Jack began to bounce his leg making your breasts bounce “use my leg and I’ll make you feel so good when you come.” It made you cry as your legs began to shake “I’m gonna come.” You announced letting your head fall against his shoulder.

The nature of your words turned him animalistic as Jack sped up the movements of your hips “go make a mess on my thigh my pretty girl.” Jack kissed your jaw as you came “god!” The hockey player slapped his hand over your mouth muffling your moans as your legs squeezed his thigh.

As your chest heaved Jack laughed watching you come back to earth “wow.” You forced the word from your lips “I know.” He leaned down to grab your panties as his phone went off ruining this moment you both had.

Jack frowned as he saw it “we gotta get back before they notice.” The boy explained making you nod “just give me a sec okay?” You pleaded sliding your swim bottoms onto your legs.

The ride home was quiet as Jack focused on the path ahead of him leaving you alone now back on your own seat. Meaning that you spent your ride home drowning your brain in fears that caused you to feel sick as you docked “let’s maybe keep this quiet okay?” Jack wrapped his hand around your arm.

It made you want to throw up as you scoffed “like I’d go tell the boys what happened.” You grumbled pulling away from him.

It was a weird mix of embarrassment that mixed with disappointment as it became clear to you that Jack thought so lowly of you. To go from having him being your world as a kid as everyone but Jack could see the crush you had on him. To then becoming friends with him only to find yourself on the boat like this had your world shattering around you “god I need a drink.” You clicked your tongue as you helped yourself off of the boat not wanting to wait for him to do anymore to your ego especially not whilst your orgasm still had you feeling vulnerable.

Jack didn’t know why he said what he had done and as he watched you throw his cap on the ground during your walk back to the house it made him rub his hand over his face “y/n wait!” The hockey player pinched the bridge of his nose in frustration as he got up and tried to make up ground in getting to you “bro you will not believe what I found!” Unaware of how you went straight for your bedroom when you got in Trevor wrapped his arm around Jack forcing the conversation he wanted to have to wait.

The next few days all ended in the same ways, you avoided Jack who didn’t allow himself to look like he cared as he prioritised worrying about what the boys might say. It wasn’t that Jack was ashamed or embarrassed, but instead it was the fact that he couldn’t get the moans that left your lips and the way your eyes screwed shut out of his mind. So in essence, letting the boys in on that secret would have had to mean that Jack was admitting it to himself that he actually did indeed like you.

But those thoughts weren’t the ones that went through your mind as you spent considerable amount of time trying to plan how you wanted to screw with Jack. You knew it was childish but Jacks attempt to silence you only served as a purpose for you to get back at him.

That was how you landed up in your red bikini and shirt you stole from Luke at the beginning of the trip “stop it!” You giggled splashing Cole with water from the cooler as he poked at the skin of your leg “what’s so funny?” Jack asked walking out to see the amused look on your face.

It frustrated Jack to watch you wrap your hand around Cole’s arm “just Cole being Cole.” You caught your lower lip between your teeth as the younger boys eyes trailed down your body “Z wanted to know if you would go with him to get fireworks.” Jack lied through his teeth as he smiled.

Trevor did most things with Cole meaning that it wasn’t unbelievable that your brother expected his friend to go along with him “I’ll see you in a bit.” Cole sighed squeezing your hand before he went to head back into the house.

Jack should have known it was too easy as the door slid shut “what are you playing at?” You asked crossing your arms as you sent the Hughes boy a scowl “what do you mean?” Jack shot back as he raised his eyebrows.

You couldn’t help it as you laughed “you dragged me to the store last week to get the damn fire-” what you didn’t expect was that you were silenced by Jacks hand as it went over your mouth for a second time, with this being so drastically different from the first.

He glared as you lay your tongue flat against his palm making sure to lick his skin “god!” Jack shrieked grumbling as he wiped his hand on the fabric of his shorts “okay I hid them is that what you wanted to hear?” The hockey player didn’t see the problem as it was the Fourth of July so that meant fireworks weren’t something you could have too much of.

Your eyes turned to sharp lines as you began to compose your thoughts into clear words “look I know you feel like we made a mistake.” You cut yourself off as you sucked at your teeth staring at the ground “but that’s in the past so can you just let me move on?” Your fingers raked through your hair as the frustration was evident on your face.

Seeing that you were feeling similar emotions to him it made Jack frown and stand in silence “that’s what I thought.” You clicked your tongue shaking your head as you walked to the door thinking that if you were quick enough maybe you could catch the boys “y/n please.” Jack begged placing his hand on your shoulder.

The look you sent him was one he truly never thought he’d get from you. Not only were you irritated but you were also disappointed, and it was disappointment only directed at him “we’ve only got a couple more days together so let’s play nice.” Your words were a clear contrast from your facial expressions as you glared at him “stay out of my way and I’ll stay out of yours.” You added slipping through the gap in the door leaving the boy with a lot of things on his mind.

To be honest Jack didn’t like that offer, he hated that you wanted to keep him away. So the only thing Jack could think of was to do exactly what you didn’t want him to do, Quinn contemplated calling his brother your shadow as he stayed by your side for the rest of the afternoon and even as meat was on the grill cooking for dinner.

The glares you sent the middle brother didn’t go unnoticed until you both ended up fighting over the last beer in the cooler “let go Jack.” You warned gripping the neck of the bottle “why don’t you go get one from the kitchen?” Jack tugged it back staring down at you.

It was a stupid fight that had gone on for far too long as you both constantly pulled it back and forth“why don’t you!” As you gave it a final tug it sent you and the bottle backwards to the ground and as luck had it the cap of the beer all of a sudden shot off hitting you with the rest of the beer that was in the bottle “fuck!” You gasped feeling the cold sticky liquid soak your body.

The boys silently watched on as you got up shaking your head “nice talking to you dickhead.” The white fabric of your shirt stuck to your red bikini top making you cringe as Trevor’s reaction matched yours “you get your eyes off of my sister right now!” He warned making you look down at your top.

Jacks eyes had followed yours as his mouth watered “I’m gonna get changed.” You mumbled dropping the bottle to the ground as you walked to the porch “okay what the hell happened on that boat?” Luke sent his brother a glare as Jacks eyes only left you once you slid the door shut.

The middle Hughes boy sighed “stay out of it!” Jack groaned as he pushed past his brother “where are you going?” Cole complained seeing that another person had disappeared from the dinner table “to get that fucking beer!” Jack spat as he shook his head following hot on the trail you had.

Frustration coarsed through your veins as you peeled the shirt off of your chest “that little dick.” You grumbled grabbing the wash cloth from your bathroom as you heard the bedroom door open “I’m busy!” You complained setting the cloth door as you looked to the door.

Jack locked eyes with you riling you up all over again “go have that beer Jack.” You grumbled placing your hand on his chest as you tried to force him out of your room “god you are infuriating.” Jack mumbled as he was stronger than you only moving back to the point where his back hit the door.

You stared at his lips before yours moved back to his eyes “at least I’m not the one who acts fucking bip-” Jack cut you off as his hands cupped your cheeks before he kissed your lips.

This wasn’t like anything you had ever experienced as he pulled away for a second to scan your face for any protests that you could have made. But as they didn’t come Jack let his lips capture yours once more “Ja-” you moaned as the hockey player pressed his hands against your waist as he walked you both back to your bed.

As the back of your knees hit the mattress you both fell onto your bed “I hate you.” You grumbled as the boy hovered over you “shut up.” Jack rolled his eyes as he hooked his hands under your knees pushing you further up your bed.

His lips moved to your jaw as all of the anger he had built up about the situation fizzled away with each kiss as Jack let himself nip at your skin “fuck Jack please.” Your body felt on fire as his lips moved down to your collar bone “taste like a fucking delight.” Jacks voice sent shivers down your spine as he moved back to stare at your bikini that barely covered your perky nipples.

If the sound of music from downstairs wasn’t currently echoing through Jacks ears as you had left your window open he would have taken his time but before you could complain the triangles were pushed to the side as the boy lowered his head around one and used his fingers to tease the other. Your hand tugged at Jacks longish locks that you once thought you hated but now as you used it to help steady him as he swirled his tongue around your nipple you were in awe “fuck Jack.” You repeated those words a few more times when the boy realised how responsive your body was to his movements.

But as always the irritating deadline Jack found himself came to the forefront of his mind as he was reminded of the fact that he told the boys that he was only getting a beer “would wanna taste this cunt of yours but we don’t got time for that.” The desperation in his voice was brought on by his painfully throbbing cock that rubbed against his shorts “and besides it seems you’re already ready.” The boy smirked seeing the wet patch that had formed on your bottoms that were now on full display for him to see with you out of that shirt.

His hand cupped your cunt making your squirm “you know I could leave you in here with that.” You warned as you sat up “we both know you’ve been waiting for a proper orgasm for too long to do that.” It was irritating how right Jack was as he sat on your bed again lips mere millimetres away from yours “show me you can be the one to give it to me then.” Your challenge had Jack thinking that he had been dreaming all along and that couldn’t have been real.

Yet as you sat there with a smirk on your face ready for accept this as a win Jack had to be the one to stop you “take those off.” Jack got up as he undid the drawstring of his waistband only to look up and see that you hadn’t moved “take it off before I rip them off baby.” His tone was harsher finally making you comply with him.

The pile of clothing was quick to form as your eyes trailed down Jacks body desperately noting how each part of him looked “god you’re so fucking beautiful.” He gasped staring like you were the only girl on this planet “c’mere.” You mumbled opening your legs to allow Jack the space to slot himself into.

It didn’t take him long again to have his lips find yours but this time his free hand that wasn’t holding his weight was instead directing his cock over your clit “fuck.” You moaned allowing his tongue into your mouth as your head fell back “you’re so wet.” Jack let out a grunt as he tilted his head down to watch as your cunt swallowed his cock.

Your hand squeezed at his arm “jesus!” You even felt your toes tingle as he bottomed you out with such ease “just you and me in here pretty girl.” Jack jokingly corrected you as he began to move his hips back and forth denying you of the opportunity to snap back at his lousy joke.

Jack felt your body relax as you adjusted to his size “please Jack.” You begged bringing your knees up on either side to make his angle more enjoyable for you “like this pussy was made for me.” Jack felt himself feel every part of your cunt “gonna make sure that I fuck it good.” His words ended with another kiss on your lips as it quickly turned into Jacks drug that was like his oxygen.

Lust clouded your mind as you attempted to drive your hips against his “look at you trying to get yourself off on my cock.” The click of his tongue was playful as your cunt clenched at his words “what would Z say about his little sister being this desperate.” The squelching noise that came after his thrusts made you moan as tears formed in your eyes feeling his full length inside of your aching core.

You struggled to come up with the words “h-he can’t.” You stammered as a sparkle danced over his eyes “then you gotta keep quiet princess.” Jack brushed his finger over your lips as you nodded. He watched your eyes begin to flutter just like they had done so on the boat “you close?” His head dropped to your shoulder where the hockey player began scattering innocent kisses on your skin.

The needy moan that left your lips made him smirk “feel so full.” You huffed as Jack slid his hand between your bodies “you feel me baby?” He pressed against your lower stomach causing the feeling of his thrusts to intensify “that’s what I want you to remember the next time a guy tried to fuck you.” Jacks words were only met with a whine that grew louder as he let his fingers hit your clit.

You chewed at the inside of your cheek “this pussy is yours Jack.” You shook your head at his words unintentionally making him smirk “you wanted to let me ruin you for all other guys then?” His breath fanned the shell of your ear as Jack used everything in his power to make his thrusts quicker.

A cry hit your walls as you pushed your head into the pillow “be a good girl and milk my cock when you come okay?” Your throat went dry as you nodded “I’m gonna-” your legs began to shake as your body looked like it was going to give out from under Jack.

He was right behind you as the pressure he had on your clit increased “let it all go my pretty girl.” You didn’t need to hear anymore as your eyes screwed shut and your hips continued to writhe against his thrusts “fuck!” Jack kissed your lips as your cunt clenched around his cock causing his orgasm to him as he attempted to fuck you through yours.

The two of you lay there for a few seconds until his thrust’s completely slowed and his cock slid out of your soaked cunt “you hear that?” You asked as you heard fireworks from outside as you looked to see that it was dark outside now.

It made Jack smile as he nodded “get dressed and then we can go see the end of it.” The center offered making you smile as he helped you out of your bed “you okay?” He added pressing a kiss against your lips as you nodded.

As you were both totally unaware from down below you sat the boys as they watched the fireworks with their meals on plates on their laps “how much do you want to bet they finally slept together?” Alex’s words made Trevor choke on his food “please y/n has way better taste than that!”

#Jack Hughes imagines #jack hughes x y/n #hockey smut #nhl smut #hockey imagines #nhl imagines #imagines #oneshots #amber writes fics

[revasserium]

on the subject of birthdays - pt 1

ft. sakusa, daichi, suga, and tsukki

sakusa.

he thinks he should buy you flowers, even though he tells himself that he doesn’t know if you’ll be allergic to a specific kind of flower, so he spends too much time looking up the worlds most hypoallergenic flowers, before komori mentions that he could just buy you fake flowers, which will last longer anyway, and he entertains the idea for an entire afternoon before deciding against it because a) fake flowers will collect dust, and dust can trigger reactions too and b) what if you read too much into it and come to the conclusion that just because he bought you fake flowers, he didn’t deem you worthy of real, living flowers? no, no, no. a misunderstanding of such potentially catastrophic nature simply wouldn’t do. a stuffed animal then? no, those would collect dust too, and heaven knows you’ve already got enough. so a plant, still. but what kind? he lingers outside the local horticulture shop for so long the round-faced girl behind the counter wonders if she should call the cops before he finally goes in to inquire, “what kind of plant do you have that — that doesn’t have flowers and won’t die so easily?” to which she’d blinked and pointed, nonplussed at a group of succulents sitting on the windowsill. and this, he explains, in one long, hurried, mumbling under-breath is how he comes to be standing here, at your front door, on the morning of your birthday, sporting two pots of neatly trimmed succulents, looking vaguely abashed. “they — they’re easy to take care of, most people aren’t allergic and — and they won’t collect that much dust so…” he looks away, clearing his throat as heat crawls up his cheeks, “uhm… happy birthday. i guess.”

daichi.

he wakes up early — he cooks you breakfast; he doesn’t tell you about the hundred or so texts he’d sent the rest of his team trying to crowdsource what exactly to make you that day. there are flowers on the bedside table and a glass of your favorite juice on the breakfast tray and the apartment smells like cinnamon and waffles and the slightly burnt edge of toast. he wakes you up with a kiss, a smile, a whispered happy birthday; he doesn’t tell you about the three minutes he’d spent at the bedside, counting your even breaths like counting stars — one, two, three — twenty, twenty-one, twenty-two — he doesn’t tell you about the way he’d ghosted his finger along the bend of your cheek, bit his own lips as he bends down to kiss you, hesitating just a second to swallow back his heart, thudding at the back of his tongue, threatening to leap from his mouth to yours. your smile is radiant and sweet enough to evoke the jealousy of honey-bees as you open your eyes and see him, and he thinks that he might like to wake you up like this every day, birthday or not — because he’d never tire of kissing you awake, of beginning his day with the length of your smile.

sugawara.

he spends the whole day pretending that it’s a day just like any other, grinning over his morning coffee (thank god your birthday is on a weekend this year), nodding towards your cup, ready-made and steaming, one cream and two sugars, just like every other weekend morning you’d spent together. he hums as he flicks through his phone, asking what you’d like to do, interrupting you with a mild exclamation that “ah! we need to go grocery shopping! we’re out of onions and there’s only one sweet potato left!”, leaning down to give you a swift kiss before sweeping off to get changed, leaving you pouting at the dining table, wondering if your darling boyfriend had truly forgotten about your birthday. and so you go grocery shopping, and you’re preoccupied enough not to notice that he’s surreptitiously picking all your favorites, leading you through the ice cream aisle and making note of all the flavors you pause over. the early afternoon is spent dragging you around the farmer’s market, where you linger over the freshly picked flowers before he tugs you away without once asking if you’d like some. and by the time you both get back to your shared apartment, you’d made up your mind to at least remind him about it — it is your birthday after all. but the moment the front door opens, you’re greeted with an avalanche of glitter and confetti, a loud shout of “surprise!!!” making you nearly leap out of your skin. in the three seconds it takes you to realize what your boyfriend had done, he’d leaned down to press a sweet kiss to your cheek, tugging you into your own surprise party, decorated with all the flowers you’d lingered over, the fridge piled with all the ice cream flavors you’d just been looking at this morning. “c’mon, did you really think i’d forget your birthday? i just needed a bit of time to prepare is all! now, let’s get this party started!”

tsukishima.

he is caught between equal parts dread and excitement, because to be honest, he’d never quite understood the appeal of birthday parties. but then he’d seen how your cheeks glad glowed when the team had put up a party for hinata in the middle of summer, a handful of balloons and streamers in the locker rooms, and a good few pounds of well-cooked bbq meat — he’d seen the glitter in your eyes, the unabashed joy as your lips pulled up into a smile — and he’d never admit it out loud but he decided then that he’d do whatever it takes to make you smile like that for him. so when the day comes, he spends too long fretting, paces across the living room of his apartment (much to the barely disguised glee of his brother, who had thankfully offered to help drive around and gather all the things), scowling as yamaguchi shows up with the cake and the flowers, and kiyoko-senpai shows up with the balloons and the streamers and it irks him to no end to have so many people all at his house, but it was the only place he could’ve asked you to come without you questioning him about it but… the way you’d smiled when you stepped into the room to find them all there, to find the same balloons and the same streamers, to find the matcha layer cake next to a slice of strawberry short cake, to find him, standing there, twisting his fingers, his cheeks positively sizzling with heat… well. he thinks that it was worth it. but it isn’t till later, when all the guests have gone and all the cake’s been eaten, when it’s finally just you and him, curled up on his bed, you in his lap, his chin resting against the top of your head that he leans down to tug you to him, press a soft kiss to your lips, “there… been thinking about doing that all day.” but the way you blush when he pulls back has him smirking and dragging you down for another, and then another, his voice going dark as he smirks against the skin of your neck as he whispers, “so now that everyone’s gone… how about we get to your real present, hm?”

pt 2 ft. kageyama, hinata, & miya twins coming soon

hq! reqs are open :)

#haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu drabbles #sawamura daichi #sugawara koushi #sakusa kiyoomi #tsukishima kei #haikyuu fluff #sawamura daichi fluff #sugawara koushi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi fluff #sakusa kiyoomi x reader #tsukishima kei fluff #tsukishima kei x reader #haiCUTIES #floofy floof floof #yes i did write this bc it was my bday this past weekend and i was thinking about it today LOL #also i now headcanon that sakusa owns a bunch of succulents pls #also dont ask me why tsukki's daydreams always end in vaguely suggestive undertones... i dont wanna talk about it...

[mncxbe]

W.oi

𝑫𝒂𝒛𝒂𝒊 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: dazai feels nostalgic/ fluff?

since it's been requested, I wrote a little something for this♡

It's been a few months since you joined the Ada and until today Dazai has managed to keep you arm's length. Strangely enough, it was harder than he expected.

Despite the agonizing guilt you stirred up in him, the brunette found himself oddly drawn to you. Maybe it was your kind smile or the way you carried yourself, or maybe you just reminded him of Oda. Yes, everything about you was a painful reminder of his past, of what he'd done and yet, he allowed himself to get a little bit closer to you.

Oh, and how bitterly he regretted it. A friendly chat here, a mission together there, sharing a drink after work one night- they all led to that moment, to the day you finally discovered his secrets.

It was around 6 p.m and he was about to leave the office when you suddenly popped up behind him.

"Hi Dazai, got any plans tonight?" you asked with that sweet smile of yours that got his head spinning.

"Nothing in particular" he replied nonchalantly.

You beamed, sliding an arm under his "Great then, we're going out for a drink"

Before he got a chance to protest you marched out of the building, dragging him alongside you. Soon enough you made it to your destination, a cozy little underground pub with burnt red brick walls and yellowing rockstar posters, remnants of a decades-old era in Yokohama.

Taking a seat on one of the empty seats at the bar you ordered two glasses of whiskey on ice. The tension between you grew almost palpable with each minute that passed. As you focused your gaze on the amber liquid in the glass your colleague did his best to push the racing thoughts in the back of his mind.

"So..." you eventually spoke up, sliding your thumb over the brim of your glass "I wanted to talk to you about something"

Dipping your hand in the pocket of your coat you procured a folded picture. Dazai's heart dropped as he watched you unfold it, his stomach churning; it was the photo he'd taken at Lupin with Odasaku and Ango all those years ago.

For a few moments you both remained silent as he fumbled for words. "Look, I can explain" he began but you immediately cut him off.

"No, Dazai, you don't need to explain anything. You never mentioned knowing him so I assume you didn't wanna talk about it. I just wanna know one thing."

The man nodded weakly, averting his gaze; he couldn't bear facing you.

"You see, my brother never opened up to me about what he was doing at work. I knew he was involved with some... questionable people, but I've always thought he was a good person." You took a deep breath in and leaned closer, trying to get him to look at you. "I just wanna know what kind of person he really was."

Finally meeting your gaze, Dazai spoke in a weak voice "He was my closest friend, the kindest person I've ever known..." Once those words left his lips he couldn't stop talking; memories resurfaced, spilling from him like news on the radio. You listened carefully to his speech, punctuated only by occasional sighs and sips from his glass, and nodded.

He told you everything, from the day they met and how their friendship progressed, to the conflict with Mimic that led to his untimely death.

"He had this ideal, you know, never to kill anyone. He wanted to write a book at some point and thought that murderers had no right to talk or write about life, to create something beautiful with hands that bear the blood of other people." Raising the glass to his lips, Dazai downed the rest of his drink, the alcohol burning the back of his throat as he swallowed.

"I see... He does sound like a wonderful person" A faint smile tugged at your lips "Thanks for telling me everything"

"No problem. It was good to finally talk to someone about it. I would appreciate if you didn't mention this to the others tho"

You gave him a reassuring nod, holding your little finger out in front of him. "I won't, Dazai. Pinky promise. "

The brunette chuckled, locking his finger with yours as he held your gaze. "I'll trust you on that and please, call me Osamu from now on"

#bsd #bungou stray dogs #bsd x reader #bsd dazai #dazai bsd #dazai osamu #dazai x reader

[inkedroplets]

3 + 20 + 24 for the ask game please!

Thanks so much for the ask!

3. how you feel about your current WIP

A bit unsure honestly. It's already looking like it will be another really long fic and I'm not sure how I feel about that. Here's a tiny snippet. (Pasting it in, I realize it's not so tiny, oh well)

“What is this?” Kara asked, horrorstuck at what she saw playing out on screen; Lena standing on the rooftop of the L-Corp building standing next to a piece of machinery that shot a pillar of light into the sky. She watched as it ripped a hole in the sky and one of the Chiaturi came spilling out of it. “This isn’t how it happened…” “No,” Lena said flatly. “It isn’t. But it is what people are going to think happened.” She paused the video and stared for a moment at the frozen image of several Chiaturi flying high over the city. “Stark really outdid himself. Of course I’ll never say that to his face because then I’ll never hear the end of it,” she added, shuddering at the mere thought. “Binarily Augmented Retro-Framing. Holograms,” Lena explained, not wanting to get bogged down in the details. “It looks real though, doesn’t it?” “I don’t understand,” Kara said slowly. “Why would you—” Her hand flew to her mouth like a startled bird. “Lena, no!” Got there in the end, Lena thought, smiling a little. “I’ve already sent it to a few of the larger news outlets. Anonymously, of course. If it isn’t already making the rounds already, it will be shortly. There will be more evidence leaked to various sources over the coming days. Irrefutable proof that I’m the one responsible for the Chitauri invasion.” “But you’re not,” Kara said hotly. “You had nothing to do with it.” “I was responsible,” Lena said in a flat tone that only served to make Kara look all the more agitated. “Lena—” “That’s what people need to believe happened,” she explained with a tired kind of patience. “Because the alternative… That the alien invasion was a result of a series of very unlikely events and sheer awful fucking luck, Kara… That won’t fly.” “That’s what happened,” Kara answered testily. “And that doesn't matter,” Lena countered. “If people don't have someone to blame, if they think that there's even a slim possibility that at any moment the sky might rip open again and the chitauri could destroy what's left of National City, who will they blame, Kara?” 

20. in what year did you publish your first fic?

I can't remember now but I know that it was an X-Files fic so it had to be quite a while ago. I'm old.

24. how do you recharge when you’re not feeling creative?

I've learned not to try and force myself to be creative. If I'm burnt out or for whatever reason the words just aren't coming, I always think it's best to take a break. I'll read (I'm currently reading Convenience Store Woman by Sayaka Murata) or bake or find something to watch. It usually doesn't take long for me to want to write again.

#ask game #these were fun #eqt-95

[arcanemoxhi]

✨After Work ✨

// Vi x Fem Reader (+18) //

MDNI or I'll steal your tooth fairy money!!

Summary: You come home after a difficult late night. For some reason, you can't sleep so you decide to read some books you haven't read in a while as you wait for your wife. Soon after, Vi comes home to find you awake. She misses you so much, she can't contain herself~

A/N: I had this idea for a while now and God why is this woman fictional 😩 I hope my writing is good so ight enjoy bye bye ✨ also I may or may not have proofread this

Warnings; Top!Vi x bottom!reader, rough sex, hickeys, a lil degrading, sloppy kisses, praises, a lil mommy kink, begging, strap on!Vi, feral Vi, reader!receiving, Vi!giving.... Uh, I think that's it.

"Ugh."

So annoyed, you fall into your comfy bed. You don't think twice of your work clothes, just that you're so damn comfy in your shared soft cold bed at home. You'll remind yourself of your clothes and bags at the door later, but right now you rest upon your wife's pillow hugging it. You take a deep breath, smelling in her scent. It makes your heart beat faster reminding yourself how happy you am to come home to a wonderful woman like Vi.

It was only a year or two ago when you two got married. The wedding was beautiful and it was small affordable wedding for us. Vander helped pay for the venue and food. The drinks came free on Vander's behalf. Powder and Ekko took care of the decorations. Silco was even kind enough to play the piano for you as you walked down the aisle in your gorgeous dress. He was a quick replacement due to the fact the musician cancelled really quick unexpectedly. It was still kind of him, though.

You open your eyes after re-living that moment. You finally get up to take a hot shower, hoping that all of work would just wash away. After your shower, you clean up your work bags that fall at the door. You walked into the kitchen to have left overs of Vi's attempts at dinner one night. You still loved it, it came out great with a few burnt pieces. But you didn't mind. You enter the living room after eating some food in the kitchen. "why the hell aren't I tired...?" You sorta wondered, but shrugged it off and took the time to gather ur favorite books placing them onto the bed. You put on one of Vi's new hoodies that came out the dryer, read them in the bed all cozy with some tea.

You can tell time has passed with your 2nd book in hand. Without much thought, you can hear the front door open and close with keys jingling. A big groan from the front echoes in the hall, followed by the sound of metal falling on the ground. "babe?" You call out and lean to peek out the bedroom. A smile grows on your face as you see your wife emerge from the living room into the bedroom. Your heart pounds each time you see her, she's so sexy and wonderful. "damn, hey, angel." Vi smiles and walks over to me, sorta limping.

"you aren't hurt, right?" You tilt your head.

"No my feet kinda hurt, that's all. And I miss my baby," Vi cups your face into a soft gentle kiss that gets a little wild mid way until you stop her halfway. She pouts and she kinda pulls you out the bed by your thighs. She stands in between your legs. "What's with you, huh? I know you didn't miss me that much." Vi chuckles lowly and rests her head against yours. Her head is cold, she embraces your warmth.

"God, I fucking missed you. I love you so damn much," Vi begins to give you heated sloppy kisses as her hands sneak into the back to your head. You didn't think that she would have some energy, especially after her late night. You cup her face to stop her and look her in the eyes. "I love you too, Vi" you sweep her hair aside, "Do I need to ask how was work? You groaning at the door told me a lot." You laugh and kiss her nose. She sighs and rests her head against my shoulder. She sneakily slips her hand under the hoodie, starting to knead your chest a little, while she explains her day running around Piltover and some extra work in the Lanes. You are trying your best not to moan at her callous hands, but damn was she so fucking good.

"Aww, I'm sorry baby. You deserve some cuddles," you giggle, "Take a shower and then you can rest in your favorite spot." Also known as your chest. She was obessed with your heartbeat. Then again she's always been the protector, some comfort for her is well deserved. Vi stands up properly to look you in the eyes, but just by her glance, she was hungry for you. You take a deep breath, trying to avoid her seductive eyes and give her kiss. "come on baby" you get up from the bed standing in front of her, only in her hoodie and your (f/c) underwear. You don't think twice as she pats your ass hella hard, you yelp. She smirks, "My, my~ Already wearing my new hoodie, hm?" Vi touches your hips, as her hands ride up your torso inside your hoodie. She attempts to kiss your neck more, but you stop her. "No, no. Go take a shower, you horny thing." You smirk back as you walk out her hands. Vi tilts her head down, looking at me with seduction in her eyes. This only triggered something in her to have you tonight, despite how late it is. The way she got her eyes on you, you are certain there's a puddle in your underwear.

Eventually, Vi exits out of the shower and walk out the bathroom with her towel only on her head. Her bare body exposed as she looks at her dresser and then immediate eye contact with you. She smirks as she sees your eyes trailing her body. Embarrassed, you look away immediately, putting your books away to the side of your bed and laying back down on the bed.

"No, I saw you staring" she giggles, getting into bed with you, her nude muscluar body starts to graze u. "V-Vi!" You laugh as she hovers over you and starts kissing on your cheek. "Mm, did anyone see my marks I laid on your neck?" Vi hums as she bites her lip excited of the possibility, proud of her previous night efforts. "yes and too many people fucking asked," You laugh as she lays her forearms by your side, throwing her legs over you. "do you know how late it is, angel?" Vi hums as she runs her hand up the hoodie, and starts toying with my nipple. She leans on one of her forearm, examining your face as she lays kisses upon you. You run your hands up her strong biceps and wrap them around the back of her neck. You bite your lip trying to contain yourself and find an answer to her question. "hmm, baby? Why were you up so late? My baby girl wasnt waiting for me, right?" Vi begins to lift up the hoodie and lick your now hard nipples. "V-Vi~" you moan as her hands and tongue caresss your chest. "Ahh... Ahh...~ I just couldn't sl-sleep, baby..." You grip her hair as she keeps tending to your breasts. Vi kisses her way down to your now drenched cunt. You moan out her name louder as she gets closer, starting to beg her to take care of you. You didn't expect her to be in the mood, but she sure as hell got you in the mood very fast. Vi sets herself in between your thighs, leaving bites and sloppy kisses. She bites your underwear and takes them off with only her teeth. "Someone's feral this late..." You pant out little laugh as her hand continues to tease your nipple. Vi watches as you pussy twitches from the cold air hitting it. "fucckkk... baby girl~ you're so wet for me and all I did was tease you just a little bit" Vi smirks in a cocky way, knowing she can make you horny in a matter of seconds.

"Ahh, ahh!!" You cry out for Vi, gripping her hair as she devours you so damn loud and sloppy. You pant out, indicting how close you are to releasing. "Vi, Vi please~!!" Your mouth forming into a circle as you get so damn close to your release. Instead of Vi being so kind letting you release, she sits up from your thighs. Her mouth is covered with your wetness from all her sloppy eating. She moves away, watching you pant and whine. Vi opens her dresser, immediately grabbing what she wants. She puts her legs through her strap on as she catches you, trying to rub yourself for your release. "Nuh uh" Vi pulls you by legs to the edge of the bed. She starts palming your ass repeatedly. You whine after each hit. "naughty girls don't get good rewards. Trying to make yourself cum without my permission, how naughter of you~~" Vi flips you over so your legs are hanging off the bed. "now you don't get to see Mommy's new toy~"

"I'm sorry mommy~" you say softly, trying to turn to her to view her new toy. Vi interrupts your attempts by pushing your head into soft bed. "no no, naughty girls don't get to look." She proceeds to grip your thighs and levels you to her false cock. Your moan muffled in the bed. "I got a new gift a few days ago, I was very excited to show you but you had to go do something very naughty? My naughty slut~" Vi slaps your ass a few more times. "I'm sorry, mommy" you moan out a bit loudly to her, pleading for forgiveness. But it all makes sense. That's what made her so damn horny, no matter how tired she was coming home, she was showing her new toy. Without much warning, you feel the tip entering and it begins to stretch your insides. This is a new cock and it's bigger than the last. You nearly scream out into the bed. "Mommy!!" You groan out for her. "Use your words~ What's the matter, darling? You want something?" Vi starts kissing along your back and you can feel her smirk against your back. "P-Please, fuck me mommy..." You look back at her.

"Your wish is my command" with one final slap to your ass, Vi fully inserts herself. You scream out gripping and almost tearing the sheets. Vi was still gentle, making sure she wasn't hurting you. She waits until you are fully okay with the size. She kisses the side of your cheek. "just let me know angel, when your ready baby" Vi says gently as she moves your hair out of your face into her fist. You love how Vi was always gentle with you, even from the first time you two had sex. She genuinely thought she was hurting you the first night, until you had to reassure her. Now she always wants to be as gentle as possible with you. You grab her hand and look at her. "Go for it..." You bite your lip and brace for her endless pounding.

"What a good slut you are for mommy...! Taking me in~ You wanna cum again for me, baby~??" Vi whispers in your ear, with a fistful of your hair lifting your head up. She kisses ur ear lobe while she waits for you to settle. You're a quivering mess with tears in your eyes after she let you cum twice by now. You're obsessed with her new toy, and Vi was frankly glad it was worth it. You nod, a babbling mess and the only words you can comprehend is "Vi" or "mommy". Like your rooting for her in a boxing match. "God damn, I've ruined this cunt. It has my new shape and all, no one else's. All mine." Vi growls in your ear lowly as she begins to pound you slowly but rough. Vi was trying to take her time for you to catch up, though she can't contain herself with all your moaning and incoherent babbling. Vi lifts you up, one hand on your waist and one under your thigh, as she sits on the bed. She holds you in a full nelson. She loves taking care of you, pounding you till all your problems went away. She knew you needed this, she even took a step ahead of you and called out for you as she did for herself. The next day was gonna be filled with her spoiling you with aftercare and kisses and your favorite food. Vi had it all planned out for you, but she continued to live in the moment with you as you cried out for her. You tried to cover your mouth, but her hand immediately stopped you. "no, no, use that beautiful voice, angel. I love hearing your beautiful voice," Vi talks into your ear as she bounces you faster on her lap. You don't know what do grab with your hands so you reach behind Vi's head and grab her hair. "Vi, vi!" You moan out as you start shaking again. you're panting starts to grow. "Please, Vi!"

"please what? Come on, angel, I know you can use those pretty words." Vi speaks as she gives u hickeys on the back of your shoulder. "I wanna cum, Vi!" You scream out as u grab her hair. Vi hums and chuckles at you crying out for you. She's gone a little feral for you, but she hears you and won't have you waiting any longer. Vi let's you cum on her false cock. She watches u as u collapse against her and your head throws back against her shoulder. Vi kisses ur neck lovingly as you relax and come down from your high. Vi slowly takes her false cock out of you, "Shit, babe. You left such a creamy mess. I'm proud of you, I knew you could do it. You deserve it, (Y/N)..." While you're still laying there catching your breath, Vi lays you down as she takes off her strap and cleans you up since you're unable to move. She kisses up your thighs and rubs your tummy. "Good job, baby girl," Vi curls up to your body. "I love you, Vi..." You were able to mumble out. "I love you too, (Y/N)." You two take in each other's presence by resting. You smile as you kiss her head.

" .... Uh..."

"what, Vi?"

"Look outside." After Vi pointed out the window, you turn and can see the sun coming up. You face turns hot as you look back at Vi. Vi starts laughing at your shocked face. "Don't worry, babe. I already called out from work for you and I. Today is just gonna be us cuddling and doing everything you like inside." Vi kisses your cheek at your stunned face at the time it is. "You did this on purpose." You poke her abs. "Ehh, maybe." Vi laughs again as she rest her head on your chest. You too drift off to sleep in for the day.

~~~

A/N: I hope y'all enjoyed ✨ it's sorta proofread all the way through, okay enjoy now I'ma work on the royal Knight!Vi x Princess!Reader muah muah muah kiss kiss for you bye bye

#arcane vi #vi x reader #netflix arcane #vi smut #vi x y/n #arcane x reader smut

[raymond-reddington-ruminations]

This post contains all the spoilers about 10.21 and 10.22. Ye be warned.

Another Warning; I'm about to bitch.   I started writing this about 45 minutes after the final episode ended. I was going to write it in a few days, but I really need to vent if I'm going to get any sleep tonight.

It should be said that while I still love the show and the characters, and the final episodes were not objectively terrible, I had a list of things that I wanted and I got none of them. So I'm going to sound off on that.

It doesn't change how I feel about the show overall, and I'll go back to saying positive things about the show afterwards, but at the moment that I'm writing this I'm pissed, and I'm going to express it.

I remember one of the producers was quoted as saying that Ressler would be front and center when Reddington's fate was decided. What? There was no decision here. Who decided something?? Not Ressler.

And it did feel like that was coming. It looked like Ressler would be the one to catch up with him and decide whether to take him in or let him go. And I'm not just talking about the last 15 minutes, it felt like that all the way through. The other characters kind of had to declare where they stood, to some degree (dembe and Harold got off the hook) and Ressler didn't really do that. I feel cheated.

I feel cheated on many levels. From 8 years of mysteries laid out that were never answered, to dodging the central question of the show's premise, to ditching the Red/Dembe relationship which was simply the most beautiful male friendship and defined both characters, and finally, no mention of Elizabeth in the end.

What the hell is going on with Dembe? He was asked how he felt about what he was doing, and he couldn't answer. And he never did explain why. What exactly did he think would happen when Reddington was brought in? The man's already been sentenced to death.  Argh.  Makes no sense. In the end the core of Dembe's character makes no sense because they didn't explain it, or address his original stated purpose of wanting to save Reddington's soul.  The monologue covered the past, but not the present.  Bad job.

When that story of The Matador first came up, and the allusion was made that Reddington needs to risk his life to feel alive, I cried bullshit at the time. That's not the character that I've been watching. He is content with whatever life brings, he is fearless, but he does not need to seek risk to make life worthwhile. He is just as happy with peace and quiet, WHICH THEY SPENT A LOT OF TIME DEMONSTRATING IN THE LAST HALF HOUR.

So this ultimate ending with the bull just sucks balls. They're trying to imply that he chose the risk, and chose the manner of  his death, because risk is his thing, like the Matador.

Hell to the no.

And where does that leave Agnes?? God damn it, that's too much tragedy.  No, I cannot presume she's going to be okay with losing him.  I want to kick something. The show ended so very far away from what the first eight years were about; Red's relationship with Liz, and thereafter with Agnes.

I'm going to have to get my ass in gear and actually write some fanfiction. I've done only a handful of longer pieces over the last 20 years, and I recognize that I'm neither good nor proficient at it. But I don't think I can let this rest.

I'm still wound up in The Blacklist, and I don't see myself getting another fandom anytime soon. I get burnt out at the end. After many years they end in ways that aren't satisfying and I wonder why I should let myself get emotionally involved in another story.  There are some showrunners whose names I have learned because of this and will actively not watch a show they produce. I don't think that's the case here, but it might be quite some time, if ever, that I let myself fall in love with fiction like this again. Why do they need to b**** slap us, the audience who followed them for years, in the end??  Is there some kind of perception that a happy ending is somehow detrimental to their audience??

It affects the rewatchability of the show, you know? It's hard to get invested in something when you know the ending is disappointing.

Ok, ok.  It may not be the writer's fault. They always said they were going to concretely reveal Red's identity, and that didn't happen. I believe that is the network interfering with the writers. And I feel like that may have happened on more than just Red's identity. I mean... A bull.  As in, we can't write what we want to, so here's some b*******. If that was the deliberate choice, kudos to the writers. Well played. If it wasn't their intention to draw in that phrase...well. They walked right into that one.

I realize there probably isn't much of an audience for what I'll be writing, but I need to write it for myself.  It is sad to me that the fandom for The Blacklist seems to be so small. There was so much material here, and so many of the people I've known for my past fandoms could have loved it as passionately as I did, and written far more and far better than I ever could. I think if they had confirmed Redarina directly it actually would have accomplished that. The people I've been close to in past fandoms are wildly supportive of LGBTQ and would have been attracted to this character's story based on his being trans.  What are missed opportunity.

Can we get this to be a George RR Martin situation?  Where the original Creator puts out a book that contains his own ending and ignores this one?

I'm going to see about getting that first fiction written as quickly as I can. But until then, let this be said for the record;

Donald Ressler got Reddington to a hospital, and after a lengthy recovery, during which Weecha concluded that life with Reddington is not for her, Red walked free, called Agnes, and welcomed Dembe back to his side, as Red had retired from crime. They both went in search of, and found, Anne.

Addition; posting this the following morning. I did not get any sleep. I need to stop letting fiction do that to me.

#the blacklist #raymond reddington #10.21 #10.22 #spoilers

[just-an-anon-reader]

Well, hello there dear author! ^^

I wanted to ask for a platonic request with all the boys (Rise!Donie, Rise!Raph, Rise!Mike and Rise!Leo) in wich reader is an early teenage girl (12-13-14) that lives with the gang at their place and that has very bad trust issues, like, she is kind and willing to spend time with the boys but rarely talks and never lets anyone touch her if it's not strictly necesary.

And one day, all of a sudden when Leo went to her room to wake her up and tell her that breakfast is ready he finds her still sleeping but having a really bad nightmare. Leo wakes her up and tries to calm her down by words but then the reader gets up of bed and tackles him into a hug while crying on his chest.

And she becomes slightly clingy to Leo anly talking to him and him being the only ine allowed to touch her.

And while he presumes to his brothers that you choose him and not the other's on who to trust the rest of the rottmnt brothers are like "From all of the four, you chossed him-? Like- really (y/n)?"

Feel free to Ignore this request if you feel the need to! And also don't forget to sleep a good amount of hours, eat well and stay hydrated! ^^

Trust Us

Summary: You were abandoned. You were unloved and unwanted. So when Splinter found you and added you to the family six years ago, the fear and anxiety that filled you then, still fills you now. 

Warning: A bit of angst, topics of trauma and anxiety attacks. 

P.S: Wow! I never thought someone would actually want me to write their ideas. Like hOw?? But thank you for requesting! This was so fun to write and I hope I did your idea justice~ 

Somehow, someway, Splinter found you. A young five-year-old girl, lost. You were left unloved and unwanted. And yet, for reasons he hasn't fully explained to you, he took you in. He gave you a home and loved you as he did with his sons. He made you a Hamato. And that's how you now find yourself on the side of a ramp that's too high to be safe, quietly cheering on as the teenage turtles fought for the longest who could stay in the air without falling on their turtle butts. It's been six years since that day, and you've always been grateful to your adoptive family. Yet despite that, no matter how much you loved them, you couldn't find it in yourself to open up to them. To tell them about the fears that have buried themselves deep inside your heart, or about the uncertainties that plagued you every single day. You didn't know what you needed for you to come out to them. Maybe it was time, but you've had plenty already. Maybe, it was for someone to approach you, not like the turtles or Splinter didn't try. They really did at first, quite obnoxiously at that. But over time, they learned to wait for you, and they respected that. You wanted to tell them, shout it out even. But time and time again, you can feel yourself sink back into the loneliness that had never once left you since that day six years ago.

It was a slow Friday. There was no mutant who needed stopping or oozequitoes that needed zapping. Today's itinerary? Sleep in, game, snack, and sleep some more. For the turtles anyway. You were usually the early riser of the gang. So imagine Leo's surprise when he woke up at 9:30 to an ominously silent lair. Mostly anyway, Splinter's snores could still be heard loud and clear.

 "Maybe she's turning a new leaf." Leo thought to himself, shrugging as he made his way to the kitchen.

 The only reason he woke up was because of his demanding stomach. It needed nutrients. And what could be more nutritious than pizza on a slow Friday? Finding some leftover pizza, which were surprisingly left untouched, he threw them into the microwave setting it at high heat for three minutes. It was already quarter to ten and you still weren't up. Worried, Leo grabbed and plated the last two slices of his double leftover and slightly burnt pizza, and walked towards your room.

 "Heya~ I got you some leftover pizza. They're a bit burnt, but I think the bitter aftertaste adds to the flavor."

 No response. He tried again, knocking on the door this time. Again, no response. Maybe you weren't in your room. He presses his head to your door and is shocked to hear painful groaning from behind it.

 "I don't know what going on in there, but I'm coming in."

 Turning the knob and finding the door unlocked, he rushed in to see you writhing in bed. Beads of sweat dripped from your forehead as your face contorted to one of pain and your eyes were screwed shut. Leo realized you were dreaming. Not exactly a pleasant dream, but a horrible nightmare. He rushed to your side, the food he brought forgotten on the floor. He went to shake you awake but stopped midway. You didn’t like to be touched. You hated it. And so, he tried calling out your name, telling you to wake up, and borderline shouting at this point. But you didn't and instead, you started to struggle much worse. You tossed and turned in your sheets as the frown on your face deepened. He had no other choice. Gently he placed his hands on your shoulders and began shaking you awake.

"Hey! Come on! Wake up! It's just a dream!"

 You suddenly jolted up, forcing Leo to back up, or else it would've been a direct forehead collision. He quickly let go of your shoulders, raising them as if saying that he didn't mean to touch you.

 "I-"

Whatever it was that he was going to say you didn't hear. Much to his surprise, you rushed to embrace him. Arms wrapped tightly around his mid-section as fat tears rolled down your face and stained his blue-striped pajamas. Unsure of what to do, he slowly returned his raised hands to your shoulders and rubbed them comfortingly. When you didn't flinch away from his touch, he gently wrapped his arms around your sobbing form and embraced you, shushing you and cooing out words of comfort. For a while, you both stayed like that. In between your sobs, you told him about your dream, about the fears that ate you from inside, and the never-ending anxiety that plagued you day in and day out. Leo silently embraced you, humming now and then to let you know to keep going and that he was still listening to you. Finally, erratic breathing slowed and you softly whispered, "I'm sorry."

"There is nothing for you to be sorry about. Just glad you trusted me enough to tell me. Come on now, give me a smile."

 Hand on your chin, Leo pulled your face from the crook of his neck and smiled down at you, and smiled back. It was probably your ugliest smile with tear stains down your cheek and snot dripping from your nose. But, to be honest, you've never felt so free of the weight that used to crush you.

Since that night, you and Leo have undeniably become closer. They noticed. Who wouldn't though? You spoke to Leo more by at least 545 words, according to Donnie's calculations. And every time Leo would see you lose yourself in your mind, he would sit beside you and nudge your shoulder. The most surprising part was that you would lean towards him instead of flinching at the touch. At some point, Raph couldn't take it anymore and said, "Really? Like really? Of the four of us, it was Leo? Not like I'm jealous or anything, but Leo, really?"  

#rottmnt leo x reader #platonic #rottmnt leo #rise!leo #this was a lot more angsty than what I usually write #this was a lot of fun to write tho

[mklegends-smokescreen]

Mortal Kombat Legends: Smoke Screen; Chapter 7: The Flesh Pits

Morning rolls by in Outworld, the Warriors of Earthrealm wake up and head to the throne room, Kuai is explaining everything up to this point to Hanzo Hasashi, Cassie is texting her dad to notify him that they're okay, Robin is being told about the situation at hand by Smoke and Jax and Kabal are talking about sparring later. They all step before Kitana, Mileena and Rain.

Kitana: last night, you have stated that an amulet that is required for your return to Earthrealm was lost during your first encounter with the Black Dragon, correct?

Smoke: Exactly, your highness.

Scorpion: Wait, my amulet?

Kabal: Don't worry about it.

Rain: Ah, I see you have healed nicely, Hanzo.

Scorpion: Indeed, General, now what was that about my amulet being lost?

Jax: Don't worry about it.

Mileena: By the time of noon, we shall send search parties to look for your sacred amulet across the market, and you all can seach outside of it, from the east and west.

The fighters walk out to the back of the palace, where they have a training ground shaped like an octagon, Kabal and Jax are the first to enter for a quick sparring round

Kabal: So is this game really just cripples beating eachother?

Jax: Hah! Kano's poor vision and your burnt victim status!

Kabal: You litteraly have no arms.

Jax: Well, fuck you.

The battle began, the first to be knocked out of the ring loses.

Robin, with a slightly deeper voice: Round one, FIGHT!

Kabal ran circles around the cyberneticly enhanced solider, trying to hit him as much as possible, while Jax quickly saw though this and grabbed Kabal mid charge, throwing him on the ground. The speedster quickly got up and blocked an overhead swing by Jax, jabbing him in the stomach, and delivering a hook to his side. Jax returned with a punch to the stomach, knocking the wind out of Kabal's lungs. And with one quick motion, Kabal has been kicked out of the ring.

Cassie, Tomas and Kuai go to check on Kabal, who was thankfully fine.

Cassie: Damn bro, you were knocked the F out.

Kabal: (weakly) Yeah, thought so.

They take Kabal to a resting area, and Jax hopped down to Smoke, Sub Zero, Scorpion, Cassie and Red Robin.

Jax: Shoot, did i... over did it?

Sub Zero: Do not worry, Jackson, your strength is incredible.

Jax: That's not what i meant, I might have hurt Kabal.

Scorpion: You let your anger guide your punches, you must'nt let that happen, Major. I speak from experience.

Jax: Yeah, but, what if i lose contol? If I die again, how can i protect the one's I love?

Smoke: Jackson Briggs, you are much like Kuai's friend, Cyrax, in the sense that you both fight to protect, not destroy. When the cyber iniciative began, both Cyrax and Kuai tried to escape, and i was the last of my clan to have a soul of my own.

Cassie: After the invasion of Earthrealm, you guys freed Kuai from the sorcerer, Quan Chi's necrophilia.

Kuai: The word you're looking for is necromancy, Cassie.

Cassie: It's Quan Chi, same difference.

Smoke: And Years later, we returned Cyrax's soul to his body, and he returned to our temple, and lended a helping hand in protecting Earthrealm from outside threats.

Scorpion: Some say that it will make you week having sentiment for someone, but warriors like you and Kabal, Jackson, are empowered by sentiment.

Jax chuckled, glad that he has such kind souls as his allies, his friends.

Jax: Y'all're right, Smoke. I guess... I guess i'm just afraid, what with chasing Kano all my life with Sonya, and the fact I didn't really see Jaqui in a while, ever since she married Takeda.

Smoke: There is no need to be affaid, Jax. We are all here for you, until our very last breath, we will fight and prevail, together.

Jax let out a relieveing sigh, as a smile on his face was formed, he extended his fist out to Smoke. He looked at Jax, confused. Robin stepped forward, demonstrating it to Smoke.

Robin: Here, you make a fist, and bump it with Jax's, just like that.

Smoke tried it, and mannaged it first try.

Sub Zero: How do you know so much about Earthrealms culture, Red Robin?

Robin: Oh, uh, my mother was an Earthrealmer who came to Outworld during the time of the final Mortal Kombat tournament, which is where she met my father...

Smoke: What happened to them?

Robin: (poorly imitating Kitana's voice) Robin, come here, we need you.

Robin: (normal voice) Whoops, haha, sorry, i gotta take this.

And he runs off to the palace. The Lin Kuei warriors were confused, and the Special Forces shrugged at one another.

It is noon, and Earthrealm's warriors have returned to the throne room, to take further orders from the Outworlds rulers.

Mileena: We have already sent search parties to the Flesh Pits and shoreside by the sea of blood, you may look on the eastern and western sides of Outworld.

Rain: On the east, speak this over with Queen Sheeva of Quatan, home of the Shokan.

Kitana: and on the west it Tarkata, where you will speak with the Tarkatan's and Barraka.

Jax: Before we head out, i should give you this.

Jax gives Kitana a spare communication device he has.

Kitana: What is this?

Jax: You Press the button on the side so we can stay in contact if something goes wrong.

Rain: Fascinating. You now may leave to search for any signs of Kano or his Black Dragon.

Robin giggled, thinking of something.

Robin: *ahem* Anyways, lets get goin'.

Cassie: Uncle Jax, Kabal and I'll go to Quatan, while you four go to Tarkata to talk to Nosferatu.

Smoke: It shall be done.

Sub Zero: Yes, commander Cage.

Robin: Aye aye, captain.

Erron: Hold up, why don't we go with them?

Reptile: Yeah, this makes no sense.

Rain: you have to stay here and uhhh...

Mileena: Protect the market, just in case.

Erron and Reptile looked confused, with theyre hands down to their hips.

Reptile: What does that even mean?-

Cassie: Not listening, we are already out byyyeeeee-

And the team splits up. Speaking of the Black Dragon, they have reached the former laboratory of the late sorcerer, with Kano and the Kytin champion breaking the doors down one by one. D'vorah was getting sick of this.

D'vorah: WOULD YOU STOP?!

Kano and the champion stopped in theyre tracks, as they step before the entrance to the lab. Champion raised his fist ready to punch the door open, then the Kytin queen raised her hand, stopping him. She put her hand on the door, and it opened automatically. Kano, Tremor and Skarlet stared in awe.

Kano: ...How--

D'vorah: Shang Tsung gave this one access to the laboratory.

Skarlet and Tremor looked at one another, shrugging at one another.

They enter the lab, greeted with bodies, various unencils and test tubes with hybrids of Kytin and other Outworld legends.

Tremor: I think i'm going to be sick.

The rock human turned to a wall, taking off his mask he started spewing magma onto the floor, revieling lower levels of the carved mountain. Tremor put his mask back on, and Skarlet turned over to him, with a bit of unease.

Skarlet: Bless you.

Tremor: Sorry, its a reflex. So anyway *ahem*, what are these things?

D'vorah stepped infront of them, gesturing to the amalgamations.

D'vorah: They are this one's children.

Skarlet: They are freaks of nature, D'vorah.

D'vorah: Thats what your mother said.

Skarlet looked at the insectoid with utter rage. She was able to open the tubes and awaken the Kytin clones, and spoke to them in the Kytin tounge.

D'vorah: They agree to help us on our quest.

Kano: Well, lets get goin' then.

As they were exiting, they realized that the way out had a security system of sorts, at a certain hour, the door would be locked and there's no way out. When the Black Dragon realized this, they tried a different aproach, and went with an alternate route through a location in the mountain called the Soul Chamber. Accidentaly, one of the Kytin stepped on a trip wire, which suddenly made the whole mountain crumble beneath their feet, which awakened something inside the chamber's core, a mysterious and overlayed voice was heared from it. Out of it emerged Ermac, a warrior made up of souls of thousands of fallen warriors, who clenching his fists and raising his head, he spoke his first after years in the chamber...

Ermac: You have disturbed our regeneration process, now you shall suffer our wrath!

This was heavily implied to D'vorah, as she had betrayed someone they worked for, but Kano recalls meeting Ermac at the tournament before, so he knew what he was up against. They were prepared for battle but Kano thought  that maybe they could recruit Ermac. Ermac started firing magic at the unexpected alliance, and the fight began!

Ermac used his psychic powers to crush and push kytin warriors off the ledge of the chamber's bridge, as Kano throws his knifes at the Shang Tsung's finest creation. Ermac threw them to the ground, grabbing the australian with his mind powers, just demonstating his incredible power.

Ermac: Do you really think you can defeat us, coward?

Kano chuckled with pride, pointing his finger behind the psychic soul master.

Kano: Nah, but she can.

Ermac turned his head, and D'vorah swings her spider-like legs at him, stunning him for a bit. The insectoid was preparing to finish the job, but Kano stops her in her tracks.

Kano: No. Lets bring him with us, he could be of use. Plus, we don't need you enraging the fanbase again.

D'vorah: The what—

Kano: Just take him with us.

Kano put Ermac on the Kytin Champion's back, and they ran off to the side entrance, escaping the impending doom that was the crumbling mountain. While this was happening, two scouts bare wittnessed this event and ided to investigate. They were spoted by the Black Dragon who started chasing after them. One of them mannaged to escape, but the other was too slow. The unfortunate one was grabbed by Ermac, and his soul was taken by the psychic. The scout that escaped saw this happen, and was devastated, tears shed from his eyes over his friends death, he continued riding to the capital.

#mortal kombat #mortal kombat au #mediocre writes mk #kuai liang #mk smoke #mk sub zero #tomas vrbada #mortal kombat legends #smoke screen au #mk #mk tremor #mk skarlet #mk kano #mk kabal #mk erron black #mk reptile #mk d'vorah #mk oc red robin #mk ermac #kitana #mk rain #mileena #mk scorpion

[purplemoonshark]

When I got top surgery, it was in a city 2 hours away from the town I live in. My parents and immediate family were supportive. I thought I planned out my recovery adequately- I had the bandages and moisturizers, the pillows and gentle soaps, and I was living with my parents and younger siblings, so there would be no shortage of people to help me around the house. My mother drove me there, and then back into town. We passed my pharmacy and she said "I'm too tired to pick up your pain meds right now. I'll just get them tomorrow." I was tired. I said okay. My family then refused to get my pain meds for 3+ days (it became a blur because of the pain). I had to take care of myself and pushed far past the limits set for me by my surgeon. My parents only got my medication when I developed a fever of 103 F. A point at which my post op instructions said I should've been in the hospital, but they didn't want to take me. So they got my meds instead. I don't know if this was on purpose. I think my folks are just very mentally ill and prioritized their own emotional pain for seeing me in that state over actually helping me. My fever went down. Physically, I healed. I kind of went (pardon my language) nuts for the next year. It was like my brain broke and all my triggers went off at once. My mind didn't work right in a way that I have never experienced before or since. I felt like a burnt, frayed nerve-- like I was raw, with no skin-- like a live wire, constantly zapping. It's so hard to describe that feeling; there are no words for it. I almost ended my life.

There's more to it than that. But it is painful to even talk about. I just wanted to get some of it off my mind somewhere. I suppose I'm trying to figure out how to explain my trauma the next time I get a therapist. And also say, please pick up your meds and explain how very incapacitated you will be to your caregivers before you have surgery. I feel, genuinely, that I was tortured.

#tw sui ideation #top surgery #just cptsd things #me talking

[thehiccupingbanana]

Strangers to Ex-husbands

PAIRING/FANDOM: Nicholas "Nick" Nelson/Charles "Charlie" Spring (Heartstopper) GENRE: fluff RATING: Teen+ WORD COUNT: 3,548 WARNINGS: vague references to eating disorder, alcohol use (they are at a pub), references to sex (bad pickup lines and people using dating apps for hookups) Ben Hope CW: grabs Charlie by the wrist once without consent, has red flags (but they are kinda silly ones i found on buzzfeed and bored panda) SUMMARY: "Did you see that guy I was sitting with?” Charlie asked. “Yeah…” the man replied. “This may sound really weird.” Charlie started, taking a breath, “Can you pretend to be my ex-husband so I can ditch him?” or Charlie is on a first date with Ben, who he met on a dating app, and it is going terribly. He meets a cute stranger while on the date and asks if he can pretend to be Charlie's ex-husband so Charlie can leave the date. ADDITIONAL TAGS: background Tao/Elle, Background Tara/Darcy, Meet-Cute, Inspiration: Bananas (Podcast), Crack Treated Seriously, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Kinda?, Aged-Up Character(s), Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, No beta/ editor, Fluff no angst, author is American but i tried, POV Multiple [READ ON AO3]

“This is not how I wanted to start my evening.” Charlie muttered to himself looking in his empty fridge, pulling out his phone.

[Elle, Tao, & Me] (18:37)  Me: guyysss 🥺🥺🥺 (18:37)  Tao: Charlie!  (18:38)  Me: you can’t be mad at me if i want to eat something! that’s not supportive! (18:38)  Tao: Why can’t you just order groceries more often? (18:39)  Elle: Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes, Charlie. (18:39)  Tao: Elle! (18:40)  Me: thank you elle 🥰💕🥰💕🥰💕 (18:40)  Elle: We’re going to talk about this Charlie!

The ten-minute walk to Tao and Elle’s flat was the same as any walk in London would be. The pedestrian in front of Charlie walked too slowly, but the footpath was too crowded to walk around them. Then, a second pedestrian walking the other direction, knocked into Charlie’s shoulder. Charlie really hated the footpath in the London evening rush.

The burnt umber colored door of his best friend's flat allowed Charlie to breathe again. He lifted his fist to the door and knocked twice before the door was opened and Elle had pulled Charlie into a tight hug.

“Thank you, Elle.” Charlie whispered, wrapping his arms around his taller friend’s waist returning the embrace, other words not needing to be said.

“Of course, Charlie.” Elle whispered back before pulling away and saying with a smile, “Let’s eat and then we’re going put in your grocery order.”

“No hug for me?” Tao questioned walking through the kitchen door.

“No, you can never have a hug.” Charlie replied sarcastically, allowing himself to be pulled into a hug by Tao.

“Come on guys, shut the door and let’s eat.” Elle smiled while waving a hand towards the kitchen.

Tao let go of Charlie and shut the door, both guys following Elle into the other room. 

“What are we eating tonight, Chef Elle?” Charlie asked.

“Tonight is spaghetti bolognese and salad.” Elle replied, pulling out a plastic bag of salad from the refrigerator.

Once they had eaten, and Charlie’s grocery order for the next week was placed, Tao gently asked, “Charlie, you know we love you. And you know you can come over for dinner with us, whenever you want to, but when’s the last time you have been on a date?” 

“Tao-” Charlie started.

“It’s been a really long time since he’s been on a date, we know this.” Elle stated matter-of-factly.

“Elle-” Charlie interjected. 

“No, Charlie. You and James broke up three years ago. And you haven’t been on one date since. You couldn’t have sworn off dating before you reach 27.” Tao stated.

“Charlie, it’s okay if you’re lonely, we just want you to be happy.” Elle tenderly chimed in.

“It’s not for lack of trying! I swipe right on every guy!” Charlie explained.

“But how many of them do you leave on read?” Elle asked but sounded more like a statement.

“You would too if you got the kind of messages I get.” Charlie argued, defeated, pulling out his phone and opening the app, navigating to the messages pane. “Look at these!”

Hockey_Prince_835: Hey, I have a dentist appointment this Thursday at 10:30, would you be able to give me a ride? CelesHero968: 🍆 4 🍆 ?  Hagakure_Player431: Wanna hookup and never speak to each other again? PianoHero_105: Did you want to buy a 55” HD OLED curved smart screen TV? It’s only a year old and $500. Ur_Alpha749: I’m just a quarter aged male in man heat. Want to exchange numbers? 

“Man heat?!” Tao and Elle exclaimed at the same time.

“I know! I don’t even know how to respond to that one.” Charlie sighed. “This isn’t even a hookup app.”

“What’s the reason you didn’t respond to this message?” Elle asked.

BaseballBoy507: Hey, how are you? 🙂

“Come on, there’s no effort in that message. I would say good and then we would talk about our favorite colors or hobbies and then the conversation would fade into nothing. Pass.” Charlie stated waving his hands around.

“Charlie, that’s how conversations start!” Elle gave a pointed look, “Stop looking for reasons to not go out with anybody, just talk to someone and say yes! It’s probably not going to be a good date, but at least put yourself out there. The next message you get, you have to talk to them and go on a date with them.”

“That’s not-” Tao started to voice before a ping was heard from Charlie’s phone. 

Bhopeful_451: [image]

“Absolutely not. Elle, I don’t open up messages that’s just an image. No ma’am” Charlie stated shaking his head.

“Charlie just open the message, if it’s a dick pic then we’ll agree for it to be the next one. Plus, you don’t know, maybe he just sent you a meme as an opener?” Elle questioned hopefully. 

Charlie stared at Elle for a moment before admitting defeat by sighing and tapping the notification to open the app.

[imgID: Male with light brown hair taking a selfie in a dirty bathroom mirror. There is one bottle of soap in the shower, and a towel with a hole in it hanging in a bunch off the shower curtain pole.]

“Is that-” Charlie examined the photo and zoomed in to the background of the image. “Three in one soap?! Elle! Please, the next one!”

“I’m straight and even I know that’s a red flag Elle.” Tao declared. 

“Well, at least you know he showers?” Elle tried to justify.

“Elle-.” Charlie begged. 

“Just one date Charlie. Wherever you choose to go, we can go too and hide in the distance and if he gets too weird, we’ll rescue you and we can all leave. Just put yourself back out there.” Elle smiled.

“Yeah… Alright.” Charlie sighed knowing there was no use trying to plead or argue with her anymore. 

Bhopeful_451:   You, me, The Red Lion, Friday at 20:00?   The name’s Ben, BTW. Chspr111:   Hi! Sure 🙂   My name is Charlie. 

“I don't have a good feeling about this Elle.” Charlie sighed, leaning his head onto his friend's shoulder.

~🍃~

[Elle, Tao, & Me] (17:54)  Elle: Sorry Charlie! Just left Mum’s, we won’t be able to meet you at the pub for another 30 mins. But we will be there! (17:58)  Me: no worries, Elle, he’s waiting outside for me already, I’ll just make sure we stay here and i’ll hide in the loo if I need to. 

Charlie looked up from his phone, and eyed Ben up and down. Sure, the man would be what society refers to as handsome, but he uses 3-in-1 soap.   

“You’re late.” Ben stated.

“It’s 5:59.” Charlie replied looking at the time on his phone. 

“Whatever. Let’s go.” Ben grabbed Charlie’s wrist and dragged him to the bar inside, which wasn’t as crowded as Charlie thought it may be for a Friday.

“Oi! Barkeep!” Ben snapped his finger at the bar keeper, who just stared at Ben with a pointed look, while drying a pint glass with an oversized white tea towel. “I want a well-done steak and he will have a salad.”

“Sir. This is a bar.” The barkeep started, setting the glass on the counter, “We don’t have steak or salad.”

“Fine. Two of your house drafts then. On the tab under Hope. Charlie, I’m going to get us a table, bring the drinks, yeah?” Ben asked, walking away before Charlie could respond. 

“Sorry.” Charlie apologized to the barkeep.

“It’s not your fault your boyfriend is a tosser.” The barkeep shrugged.

“Oh, he’s not my boyfriend; this is our first date.” Charlie chuckled. “And our last. But might as well get a free drink out of it.”

“My man! I like you.” The barkeep exclaims, placing the two drinks on the bar in front of Charlie.

Charlie softly laughed a “thanks” and grabbed both drinks. He turned around and walked over to the table Ben grabbed, already dreading the next couple of hours.

“Yeah, so, my ex, she’s crazy. When you meet her, just know she’s crazy.” Ben started the moment Charlie sat down with the drinks. 

‘When I meet her?’ Charlie thought, taking a large swig of his drink, ‘If I’m going to have to listen to this, I’m at least going to enjoy my drink.’

“Oh, you don’t know why she’s crazy! She bought my brother's dog two Christmas presents last year, and only one for me. She’s still my best friend though.” 

“Wow.” Charlie fake amused with wide eyes, really wishing Elle and Tao could get to the pub sooner.

Ben stood up, blocking Charlie’s view of the front of the pub, and started exclaiming, “And her cat absolutely hates me. I try to ignore the cat but it still hisses at me every time! I was just over at her house yesterday and the cat tried to kill me, I swear. I’m going to go to the loo and when I come back, I’ll tell you all about it.”

Charlie closed his eyes and breathed a sigh of relief when Ben started walking away from the table. When Charlie opened his eyes, he locked eyes with a blond laddish looking man that was staring at the bar. Surely, he isn’t looking at me? Charlie looked over his shoulder to see if there was someone else behind him that the man could be looking at, but nope. Charlie turned his head back to see the lad still looking at him, but with a face of awe rather than creepy.

“Hi” Charlie smiled, mouthing to the man, adding a shy wave.

“Hi.” The blond mouthed back to Charlie with a soft eyed expression, waving back.

Interesting. Charlie glanced at the doors to the loo and then back at the man, suddenly getting an idea, mustering up all the courage he may ever have, and started walking towards the bar.

Here goes nothing. Charlie thought, taking a small breath.

“Hi. I don’t know how much time I have left, but did you see that guy I was sitting with.” Charlie asked, trying to not focus on the fact that he is speaking to the most handsome man he has ever seen.

“Yeah…” the man replied.

“We’re on a date.” Charlie stated, reluctantly. 

“Oh.” the man said more with his face than with his voice.

“And, it’s going terribly.” 

“Oh.” the man replied, and Charlie didn’t miss the smile that flashed on his face. 

“So, this may sound really weird.” Charlie started, taking a breath, hoping that courage was still there, “Can you pretend to be my ex-husband so I can ditch him?”

 ~🍃🍃🍃~

“Darcy!” Nick greeted, walking to the bar.

“Nicky!” Darcy cheered.

“Darcy.” Nick replied, unamused, at the use of the name that Darcy started using when they found out Nick’s childhood nickname.

“Here’s your drink.” Darcy grinned.

“Thanks. So, Tara said that she’s running late at work and doesn’t know when she’ll get out, but I’ll still be here to celebrate your first week here! I can’t believe you got this gig! So proud of you Darce.” Nick exclaimed, putting his phone back in his pocket.

“What’s not to believe, Nicky? I’m a great mixologist! I never let you go home sober in our Uni days!” Darcy declared.

“Yeah! Only went home with alcohol poisoning a few times!” Nick laughed.

“You’re welcome!” Darcy chuckled, before turning her attention to the next person in line at the bar. 

Nick slowly turned in his chair, seeing a rerun of an old football game on a TV. Only a couple of the tables were filled, but almost all of the pool tables were occupied. Soon Nick caught a glance of a raven-haired man sipping away on his drink. Right away another man stood up from the same table and walked away.

Nick found that his eyes locked to the other man’s blue eyes, unable to look away. The man glanced over his shoulder and then back to Nick before smiling and mouthing “hi” and giving a small wave at Nick. 

“Hi.” Nick whispered back, waving, in awe of the gorgeous man acknowledging him.

The man glanced at the doors to the loo and not a beat later he had started walking over towards Nick. Nick did not move, not sure if he was scared or excited. Before he was able to blink the man stood closely in front of him.

“Hi. I don’t know how much time I have left, but did you see that guy I was sitting with?” the man asked.

“Yeah…” Nick replied, taking in all the features he could of the man up close.

“We’re on a date.” the man started.

“Oh.” Nick tried to say, but unsure if anything came out, ashamed that he was about to be told off for staring.

“And, it’s going terribly.” the man finished.

“Oh.” Nick replied, trying to not smile at that revelation. 

“So, this may sound really weird.” the man started, taking a breath, “Can you pretend to be my ex-husband so I can ditch him?”

“Are you- are you sure? I’ve only taken one improv class and I was asked to not come back.” Nick tried to joke.

“Hey, that’s more than I have taken!” the man chuckled with a flash of a sparkle in his eyes.

“Yeah, I’ll be your husband. Uhh, EX-husband, I’ll be your ex-husband.” Nick stammered, ignoring a snort from Darcy.

“My name’s Charlie.” the man, Charlie, smiled. “Just stare at me for a little bit and say my name a few times, make it as dramatic as the movies, and then I can leave. Thank you so much for helping me.” Charlie squeezed Nick’s shoulder gently, before turning around and heading back towards his table.

Nick stared at Charlie’s retreating form, trying to not focus on the lingering heat from where his hand had laid on Nick’s shoulder. When Charlie sat back down at his table, he looked back at Nick and gave a small smile, before the other man came back and Charlie’s face was emotionless.

“Nick, you are such a disaster.” Darcy laughed, pulling Nick’s attention towards her.

“Her cat has its own room!” Nick heard behind him, looking over his shoulder into Charlie’s pleading eyes.

“Now’s your chance, Nicky-boy.” Darcy sang before walking away to the other end of the bar. 

Here goes nothing.

“Oh wow, Charlie? Is that really you? Oh My God, it is you!” Nick exclaimed.

Charlie, with wide eyes, picked up his drink and quickly downed the rest, before stage whispering, “Ben. I need to go now.”

“What?” Ben loudly questioned.

“Charlie! Over here!” Nick continued.

“I’m sorry Ben. I really hate to have to leave like this.” Charlie started, grabbing his phone off the table. “But that man is my ex-husband, and he is an ex for a reason. I need to leave now.”

“Husband? You didn’t tell me you were married!” Ben exclaimed.

“Ex!” Charlie corrected, already half way out the door to the pub. “Bye!”

“What. The. Hell.” Ben said, looking angrily at Nick and then following the path Charlie took out of the pub.

“Bravo.” Darcy applauded, “That was great Nicholas, “I’ve only taken one improv class”, Nelson.”. 

“I-” Nick stammered.

“Nick, please. You barley even know his name and you basically signed the marriage license.” Darcy exclaimed.

“Like you can say anything!” Nick said defensively, “You married Tara the day after she graduated uni!”

“That’s different and you know it, Nicky; we’re lesbians.” Darcy smirked.

“That doesn’t make sense!” Nick laughed.

“Charlie, why were you outside and why are you rushing us back in here? Wait, did the date go that well, you are already introducing us? Charlie!” Nick heard a woman’s voice announce.

Nick looked over to where he heard the voice to see a beautiful tall woman and a shorter man walk back in the pub with Charlie.

“No Elle. I need you two here as a buffer in case he’s still here.” Charlie said exasperatedly, glancing around the bar.

“Charlie, I don’t know what you are on about, but we are going to get a table and you are going to get us a drink.” the man said, already walking towards a high-top table.

“Honestly Charlie. I just asked for you to go on one date, and you couldn’t do it without running out of a pub. You have some explaining to do.” the woman, presumingly Elle, ranted before following the man to the table he had chosen.

“Okay Elle.” Charlie huffed, walking to the bar where Nick still sat.

“Hi.” Nick said in a breathy tone.

“Hi.” Charlie replied in the same tone with a small smile. 

“Hi.” Nick repeated, a snicker from Darcy breaking him out of his mini trance. “My name’s Nick.”

“Hi Nick.” Charlie said. “Can I buy you a drink as a thank you for helping me get out of the worst date of all worst dates?”

“Would you join me?” Nick asked, still looking right at the prettiest bright blue eyes he has ever seen.

“Yes, I would love to join you.” Charlie beamed, moving to sit on the bar stool next to Nick and ordering another round for the two of them.

“So, what did he have against a cat?” Nick asked, after taking a sip of his drink.

“His ex, has a cat that has their own room, and his ex wouldn’t let him sleep over. He offered to sleep on the couch and she said no in case the cat wanted to sleep on the couch.” Charlie laughed.

“Ouch.” Nick sarcastically replied.

“That’s not even that bad! Look. Here’s the first, and only, picture he sent me.” Charlie pulled out his phone and showed Nick the picture of Ben.

“Is that only a bottle of three-in-one soap in the shower?” Nick gasped. 

“That’s what I tried to tell-” Charlie started.

“Charlie, not that I don’t love this for you babes, but Tao is waiting for our drinks and is getting impatient.” Elle interrupted, suddenly standing next to Charlie. 

“Tried to tell Elle.” Charlie finished.

“Elle? Ohmigosh! It’s been forever!” Darcy shouted excitedly. 

“Darcy? Darcy Olsen?” Elle turned her attention towards Darcy.

“Olsen-Jones now, but yes! How are you doing?” Darcy corrected, happily.

“Aww, you and Tara are married now? That’s so exciting!” Elle squealed.

“Umm…” Charlie interrupted.

“Oh! Charlie, this is Darcy, we had a few classes together at Higgs. And Darcy, this is Charlie, we went to Truman together before I was at Higgs. He’s one of my best friends.” Elle introduced the two. “Charlie… who’s this?”

“Elle, this is Nick. He helped me escape that terrible date, that you, who abandoned me at my weakest hour, made me go on.” Charlie pointed at Elle.

“Did she not see the 3-n-1 soap?” Nick leaned in closer to Charlie and asked quietly, but still loud enough for the others to hear.

“Yes Nick, she did. Some friend she is.” Charlie said with faux annoyance.

“Elle! You have to know that is the biggest red flag!” Darcy gasped.

“He hasn’t been on a date in two years!” Elle argued with a small laugh.

“Elle! You don’t need to announce to the world how nobody wants to date me!” Charlie jumped up to put his hand over her mouth.

“Nicky here hasn’t been on a date in a while either.” Darcy smiled, grinning at Nick.

“Darcy! I’ve been on dates.” Nick insisted, trying to plead with his eyes to tell Darcy to stop, which she promptly ignored.

“Meeting somebody at a cafe for a coffee but leaving as soon as you see that they don’t tip the barista, is not a date.”

“I knew I wasn’t going to get along with them! I just saved myself and them the trouble!”

“You know what, that’s fair. Nice to meet you, Nick.” Elle stated after removing Charlie’s hand from her face.

“But you still made me go out with someone who uses 3-n-1 soap!” Charlie squeaked. 

“Charlie hush! You needed to get out of your flat! And for more than just when you need to buy groceries and end up eating a free dinner at mine.” Elle retorts causing Charlie to pout a little. “You’ll be fine.” Elle ruffled Charlie’s hair causing him to release a small squeak and bat at her hands.

Elle leaned down and whispered something only Charlie could hear, causing a blush to appear on Charlie’s cheeks. “Get your drinks and go please.”

Elle laughed softly in response then ordered two drinks from Darcy before walking back to her table with Tao.

“What did she tell you?” Nick asked with a chuckle.

“Nothing!” Charlie replied too quickly.

“I only ask because whatever it was, made you blush, and it’s adorable.” Nick teased.

“Shut up yeah?” Charlie asked, his voice slightly higher pitched, and blush still rising.

“One more question, and then you can tell me to shut up if you want to.” Nick paused, “Can I see you again? Maybe here, next Friday? Like as a date?”

“That depends.” Charlie stated, in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I promise I use separate shampoo and conditioner!” Nick let out a small laugh.

“I promise I tip baristas.” Charlie smiled, “And I would love to see you again, here, next Friday. Like as a date.”

“Good. It’s a date.”

“It’s a date.”

~~~

Based off of a story one of the hosts was telling on the Banana’s podcast (that I can’t recall the ep number). It didn’t end the same way (at all), but I thought it was a cute premise.

If i missed any cw/tws please let me know and i'll fix it.

#i saw a poll a while ago that said that people still read fics on tumblr so #i'll be posting on here what i have on ao3 #narlie #charlie x nick #nick nelson / Charlie spring #nick x charlie

[chronal-anomaly]

@moribundr replied:

hold up, keep talking *big eyes* [x]

Hi welcome to shitshow where I've spent the past 6 years making up my own science for how the Slipstream worked. Before I launch into this explanation, here are two other Time HC that help to paint the picture into my pseudo-science [x] [x]. The TLDR is that Time is a real entity, who watches over the flow of time somewhat like Miguel. She ensures that everything flows properly, and that nobody messes with things. When the Slipstream was presented, the science was sound, but nobody accounted for the fact that there might be this Ethereal Being Protecting It. So rather than killing Lena outright, She destroyed the Slipstream and sent Lena catapulting into the Timelines.

Okay, now that that's jotted down. Time took some kind of mercy on Lena even if she doesn't see it that way. She should have killed Lena on the spot, but she didn't. Lena was left to go mad in the timeline, one mad woman raving wouldn't disrupt things too much, whereas a plane from the future would. So Lena, depending on the "state" she's in, ( if she's in a certain Time, compared to floating outside of the Timeline ), can interact with the people, live her life. She has stories of smoking weed and rioting in France in the 60s, fighting in wars in ancient Greece, living in a small farming community in Mexico in the 1900s. There were also darker times - being accused of witchcraft and facing the punishment for it. Being arrested, being beaten, etc etc. She was just another person in these timelines.

Lena can exist in these timelines for truly random amounts of time, ranging from a few hours, to months on end. Her record was a year and some change, while working on a fishing boat. She couldn't make a huge impact on time during these windows, so She let Lena live. However, the closure Lena got to telling others about the future, impacting the timeline in a major way, or explaining that she was from another time, She would whisk Lena away again.

There are points, like canon events, where Lena cannot make a difference. During these times, she's present, but she's more 'ghostly'. Others around her cannot see her, cannot hear her. No matter what she does, she cannot interrupt what happens. One of these canon events included the Zurich base explosion.

Lena did not see the base go up when she was lost. However, in the days following the explosion, she would disable her limiters on her accelerator, and force herself backwards to watch it, to try to save people, to do something, anything, to prevent it. She was driven nearly mad by it again, standing over the likes of Jack Morrison and Gabriel Reyes, hands passing uselessly though them as she tried to drag them out. Sitting with them, acting as their Witness until they finally perished. This, of course, was dangerous for her, potentially deadly or running the risk of launching her back into Time.

She finally stopped when the accelerator burnt out, sending her collapsing desperately to the ground in her current timeline. She spent two weeks in makeshift Chronal-Isolation chamber while Winston repaired the accelerator for her. Bereaved and ruined, Lena stayed behind to help with the Zurich rubble search, the recovery, and the cleanup, until the United Nations came to detain her for association with the strike time.

#im not entirely sure if this is what you're looking for but yeah #the concept of Time and how it plays into things is really important to me and i'll always jump at the opportunity to ramble about it #it also should be known that Time is not a concrete deity and definitely could be something Lena made up #as a way to Deal With What Happened #She's an unreliable narrator and I guess I am too #Much like any god Time was created to puzzle out answers re: unknown phenomenon #( headcanon. ) #this got so long and out of hand sorry #moribundr

[triplexdoublex]

Dream 11/22/22

So apparently Rooks family were like old family friends of my family but we hadn’t see them for years and me and my mom went over their house with the two kids I babysit and when we first got there Rook was in the shower in a pair of black boxers trying to help his little cousin rinse the shampoo out of his hair. And rook was like so grown up since the last time I had saw him and he looked really good all wet in his boxers and I was like “hey, long time no see, look at you!” And ran my hand over his bare stomach and it was actually a little pudgey and I think he got embarrassed cuz he swatted my hand away and was like “fuck off” but not mean , kind like in a flirty playful way. Then me, my mom and the twins I watch went upstairs with the rest of his family . Well it was time to give the twins a diaper change and one of them peed all over me . So I told my mom to watch them while I went to take a shower . And I was all like flirty like “Rooook can you show me how your shower works and where the shampoo and soap is and everything” and he’s like “uhhh yeah I guess” so we go into the basement to like this weird makeshift shower with all these copper pipes exposed and I started undressing while he explained how it worked and he was trying not to look at me . Then I wrapped myself in a towel while he showed me where the shampoo and stuff was and I somehow burnt my tit on one of the pipes and was like “OW!” And when he turned around to see what happened I let the towel slip and exposed my nipple and he turned back around so fast. Then my nosey mom stuck her head down the stairs and was like “I think Rooks done helping you now” and Rook started walking back up the stairs and I mouthed “no stay with me” and he ended up staying and I kissed him and he wasn’t like getting the picture at all like ‘bro I’m tryna fuck’ and he looked younger than he does irl and didn’t have the braids so I figured it was younger Rook and I’m like “ummm how old are you?” And he’s like 21 why ? And I’m like “in a few years Machine Gun Kelly’s gonna be nominated for a Grammy and you’re gonna have braids in your hair” and he just says “cool” and I’m like yeah “being nominated for a Grammy is cool but the braids are not, they’re stupid”

#machine gun kelly #mgk #Rook cappelletty #jp cappelletty

[babyjakes]

forever and a day | 37. a call with nat and peter.

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summary | a story in which america’s favorite captain gives a new life and family to a five-year-old girl who has suffered well beyond her years at the hands of hydra.

characters | dad!steve rogers, girl/willa rogers (original character)

warnings | AU similar enough to OU to include spoilers to many Marvel movies (Age of Ultron and beyond). action and fight scenes with violence and killing. injuries/mild gore. mature themes related to and semi-graphic depictions of child abuse/neglect, past CSA and CSM, and their aftermath (emaciation, wounds, scarring, etc). medical abuse and experimentation. ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). medical treatment of CSM and other aftermath of abuse.trauma-informed therapeutic treatment of ECT. minor mentions of disordered eating. themes relating to abuse of power/authority and immoral interrogation tactics. evil!Tony Stark.

[Steve]

“Steve,” Natasha’s comfortingly familiar voice rings through my ear as I adjust my phone slightly against the side of my face, trying to hear her as clearly as possible.

“Hey Nat,” I say, a small smile finding its way across my lips. Shifting myself on the uneven mattress of the old bed, I turn to lean up against the wall. We’ve been staying in Bucky’s secret hide-out for a week now, and this morning my spy friend reached out and asked if we could have a call. Of course I said yes; I’ve been missing her like crazy. Been missing them all like crazy. I don’t know if I could ever get used to not living with a bunch of my closest friends. Of course, being with Bucky and Willa is great; I adore them both, but there’s so much to miss about the others. Clint’s dry humor and childish pranks. Bruce’s unmatched intelligence and warm demeanor. Peter’s chipper attitude and unmistakable innocence. Wanda’s wise, timeless soul. Thor’s… peculiar personality. “It’s really great to hear your voice.”

“Yours too,” Nat breathes, her relief evident in her tone. “Are you guys okay? I won’t ask where you are; it probably wouldn’t be wise to tell anyone that kind of information right now, but at least- are you alright? How’s Willa?” she rushes out, seemingly quite worried for the child.

“We’re alright,” I assure her. “We’re somewhere safe. Willa’s okay. Tony burnt her up pretty bad, but she’s healing quickly. Hopefully the scarring won’t be too permanent.” Natasha hums on the other end of the line, letting out a sigh.

“I still can’t believe… I’m never going to forgive him for that, you know,” she tells me seriously.

“I know,” I nod. “I’m right there with you. I had no idea he would take things that far.” I think what Tony did shocked everyone, regardless of allegiance.

“He’s got some serious self-control issues,” Nat seethes. I nod again, knowing she’s right.

“How are things over there?” I ask carefully. “Is Wanda okay? What about Clint and Sam?” Though I’ve sent a few hopeful texts over the past few days, I haven’t heard anything from the people who were on my side, which has been cause for great worry.

“Tony had them… detained,” Nat reveals. I sigh heavily, my head hanging in defeat.

“Are you serious? He had them arrested?”

“He turned them in to Secretary Ross,” she explains. “They’re being held in a secure unit offshore. Tony and I went to visit them yesterday. It’s- I don’t know what to say, Steve. They’re in prison uniforms, locked up in high-security cells.” Raising a hand to my mouth, I let out a muffled groan, guilt and anger building in my gut.

“What on earth are they being held for?” I ask.

“Helping you escape. And Ross is convinced they know where you are, which means they’re supposedly withholding information regarding fugitives.” I can hear the frustration in my friend’s voice, and it becomes clear to me that she’s truly just as unhappy about all this as I am.

“They don’t know where we are,” I tell her firmly. “I didn’t even know where we were going until Bucky landed the plane. Are they- oh god, Nat. Please tell me they’re not interrogating them; please tell me they aren’t trying to extract information from them like-”

“I don’t know, Steve,” Nat tells me quietly. “Clint said they were all questioned. Sam was pretty upset about the way he and Clint were being thrown around. And Wanda… Wanda wouldn’t say anything.”

“What do you mean?” I ask, my voice dropping to almost a mere whisper.

“She- she wouldn’t even look at us. They have her tied up in some sort of straight jacket to keep her from using her powers. She just kept herself huddled in the corner of her cell. I don’t want to assume anything, Steve, but she… she looked pretty rough,” Nat admits. My heart drops into the pit of my stomach as I swallow hard, a lump forming in my throat.

“Do you think they hurt her?” I ask, my entire body filling with dread. Natasha sighs and stays silent for a moment, a million worries beginning to swirl around in my head. “Did she have any marks, any bruises? Did she look like they were feeding her and taking care of her okay? She really didn’t say anything, didn’t even look at you?” I bombard my friend with questions, not wanting to believe that anyone could harm Wanda, especially because of something I caused.

“I don’t know, Steve. I’m sorry,” Nat says. “I wish I knew. I tried to negotiate and get her out of there, get them all out of there, but Ross won’t budge. Tony even tried; there’s nothing we can do.”

“God,” I huff, shaking my head and brushing my hair back anxiously through my shaking fingers. “This is all my fault. I should’ve known they would take them; I should’ve gotten us all on board-”

“Hey, don’t,” Nat warns, “none of this falls on you. If anyone’s to blame, it’s Tony. He should’ve been helping you resolve this whole mess with Bucky, not shooting at you as you tried to board the Quinjet.” I swallow again, wanting so badly to believe that Natasha’s right, but unable to fully convince myself that I truly hold no responsibility. “We’re gonna figure this out, okay? I’ve been doing as much digging as I can about what happened in Vienna. Bruce is helping me; he doesn’t think it was Bucky either. We don’t have anything solid yet, but we’re getting there. We will get through this. You’ll come home. And so will Wanda. So will all of them.”

“Thank you Nat,” I whisper softly, touched that she and Bruce would be putting in so much work to prove Bucky’s innocence. “I just hope this’ll all be over soon.”

“It will be,” she promises me. “Oh,” she adds, a sudden perk of interest clear in her voice. “Someone wants to say hi. You got the time?”

“Sure,” I shrug, not knowing who she’s talking about. “Not like I’ve got a busy schedule these days, anyway.” There’s a shuffling noise on the other end of the phone, and soon, a new voice pops up.

“H-hey Cap.”

“Peter,” I murmur, another smile forming on my face, this one laced with warmth and tenderness. “Hey buddy, how are you?”

“’m fine, sir. How are things over where- where you are? How’s Willa? And- and Bucky?”

“Things are just fine over here. We’ve got a safe place to stay with a roof over our heads, food to eat, and even a TV to watch. Willa’s getting her daily fix of Paw Patrol, so she’s all good. We’re alright, pal,” I tell him, not wanting him to worry excessively about us. Peter worries about practically everything under the sun, so whatever I can take off his plate, I’m happy to reassure him about. “How are you doing? Are things okay back at the tower?”

“We’re alright, sir,” the boy tells me, his repeated use of the title breaking my heart. It’s a well-known fact that Peter slips into a quite submissive state whenever he feels frightened, so his use of the word ‘sir’ is always a bad sign. “It’s… um… it’s weird, not having you here,” he admits. “Miss Willa, too. It’s- she-… I found one of her toys under the couch when Thor and I were playing hide-and-seek,” he mumbles. I soften at the sadness in his voice.

“Willa misses you too, bud. She talks about you a lot,” I tell him.

“She- she left her teddy bear here; he’s just sitting on her bed,” Peter sniffles, his voice cracking. “I-I know it’s probably weird that I go into her room but I… I do it anyway, just to s-see her stuff, and I-I… I sit on her bed and- and just think about when she was here, w-with me, y'know?”

“Oh Peter,” I breathe gently, the shakiness of his voice ripping my heart to shreds. “I know, buddy. I know how bad you must miss her; you love her a whole lot, don’t you?”

“M-more than anything,” he croaks, the pure vulnerability in his voice causing tears to build in my own eyes. “E-ever since she got here she- I-… I’ve tried to be her best friend, like a big brother for her. I h-hate that she’s gone. I can’t t-take care of her when she’s… I can’t make sure she’s safe, and…” His words turn into muffled sobs as he breaks down entirely. “I-I’m sorry, sir- Mr. Ro- Ste- C-C-Cap,” he hiccups.

“Hey, hey, take it easy, Peter. It’s okay; you can cry. You don’t have to be sorry,” I murmur. “I’m sorry for taking Willa away from you. I don’t like that you’re not with her, either. I promise, I’m gonna do everything I can to get her back to you soon, okay? She needs you just as much as you need her.”

“I h-hate this,” Peter cries, the exhaustion and anger evident in his voice. From the boy who’s always so positive and bright, this shift in attitude is deeply concerning. “They took Clint and S-Sam and Wanda. Th-they took them and now- now they’re… I-I don’t even know, I just- I w-want everything to go back to normal,” he whimpers. “P-please, sir. Everything’s so messed up and- and I can’t take it.”

I swallow hard, wishing I could offer more to the boy than what I currently have. “I know, Pete. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry, buddy. I want everything to go back to normal, too. More than anything. I hate it too.” Peter takes in a shaky breath and I sigh, hating myself for all the stress this is causing the poor kid. “I promise you, okay? Remember that, please. I promise you, this is all gonna be sorted out, and things will go back to normal. We’re gonna figure it out, Peter. I swear.”

“Please,” the boy pleads, fatigue building in his voice as he begs one last time. “C-can’t take this. Please sir, can’t take this anymore.”

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#faad #faad: a call with nat and peter #eun's writing #steve rogers #steve rogers fanfiction #steve rogers series #steve rogers au #steve rogers angst #steve rogers fluff #hurt/comfort #steve rogers x child!oc #dad!steve rogers #the avengers #avengers fanfiction #mcu #mcu fanfiction #captain america fanfiction #captain america

[iamthecomet]

hey! i'm really not a writer but i have to take a class on it next year and i'm really scared by it, so i'm trying to get opinions and whatnot from people who do write. (that's why you might see this ask in a lot of authors' inboxes heh) i'm wondering if there's anything that helps you get in the mood to write, if there's anything that causes/makes worse a writer's block, if you find it easier to write when given a prompt or if you prefer to make things up completely, if you prefer writing a story or more of an essay, how long does it take you to finish something and how do you know it's finished? and i know a lot of these could be answered with "it depends" but please avoid saying that if you can! thank you for helping me!

Hi! Before I answer your questions I want to say this: don't overthink it. This is my general writing rule. It has served me well for a really long time. It got me through college, and through writing courses, and through basically everything I've written in this fandom. When you think too much about it? that's when things start to fall apart. Don't overthink your class. Don't overthink what you're working on. You have to learn to trust yourself, you'll be better for it. The answers to your questions largely depend on what kind of writing you have to do. Essay writing is radically different from creative writing. But since you're thinking about this from a class standpoint, I'm going to answer these based on my experience as a person who majored in writing in college.

Any writing on a deadline might as well be essay writing. While creative content is obviously different, the motivation aspect has to be the same. You don't get to be motivated. You get to do the work and hand it in on time. Because I operated in that space for so long, I don't even know what gets me in the mood anymore. Sometimes, I think my default mood is "want to write". There are things that spike it into high gear--music, books, TV shows, art. Letting yourself be immersed in other media you like can help. Creativity begets creativity. For me, writer's block comes from burnout. I am a nightmare when it comes to writing. This is not a flex. I can write a lot, very quickly. I hyperfocus very easily on an idea. And then, like clockwork, I hit a wall. Hard. Sometimes the ideas are there but the words aren't. Sometimes there is just nothing, radio silence. It's hard to avoid burnout, and how/when it shows up is different for everyone. Forcing yourself to write when you're burnt out on it will make it worse, it's a guarantee. Some people will tell you writer's block doesn't exist--they're wrong. And it's important to trust yourself when your brain says "no more today I can't". Pushing through it will make you hate writing. And it should be at least a little bit fun--even if you're doing it for a class. As far as prompts versus making something up completely--I like both. I don't particularly have a preference. Prompts are easier in a way--the story is sort of determined for you, you just have to fill in the gaps. But sometimes that can feel restricting. I've done both, I do both regularly. When you're starting out prompts tend to be easier. It's less for you to overthink about. Look, something is finished when you know it's finished. There's no secret code to that. It's so hard to explain. It goes back to my whole don't over think it and trust yourself thing. It's done when it's done. You'll know. You'll write a line and go "oh, that's the end." You know it's done when you've told the whole story--or at least all the parts that you think are important. It's something that I do purely on instinct. There's just something in my head (sounds a little like the bell on a typewriter) that triggers and I go "it's done." Sometimes, it's also done when I'm sick of looking at it and trying to figure it out. That's also a really valid way to know when something is finished. Writing is so subjective. It is radically different for everyone. There's no magic formula. The only way to figure out how it feels for you--and what works--is to put your fingers to the keys and do it. I wish you good luck with your writing class, don't be scared.

TL;DR: Trust yourself. Don't overthink it.

#comet comments #writing advice

[erigold13261]

:3 have some more headcanons

1. Joust and Quinda used Tatiana to cook food when the ghoulings were on tour

2. Remi and Zuke love Spiderman, you bet these two fangirled over spider verse

3. Mayday got Purl into MLP and we can all guess who his favor characters are (Obviously Twilight and Luna)

4. West got Mama to laugh once, she hissed at him out of anger but he saw Purl Hew and Yinu hiss at each other as a greeting so he thought it was a family thing and hissed right back in, honestly the most pathetic manner Mama had ever heard. That got her to think maybe this guy isn't all bad...

5. Eve and Dodo love obscure animated movie and shows

6. Eloni is huge Hollow knight and Undertale fan, she even wrote a bit of fanfiction

7. Nova watches lots of sci-fi movies and shows and will criticize any major inaccuracies

8. Sayu actually went to Hot topic a few times it's a nice place and ze owns a few items from there

9. Cyril's first fictional crushes were Venom and Rouge don't judge him!!

1). I just imagine the two trying to cook those popcorn stove top popcorn packages on her head as she sleeps in the tour bus or van and it not working because she isn't hot enough. But they keep trying and she wakes up and gets mad, making her fire light up and she just burns and melts the popcorn and container lol!

Joust and Quida still end up eating it because Quida can eat the plastic covered popcorn while Joust actually likes burnt popcorn. Elivy stayed far away from the whole mess, but got an earful from Kul Fyra as she complained to him.

2). It's a damn good movie! Of course they would love it! But also I can see Zuke having old comics that are torn at the edges from years of rereading and he brings them over one day for him and Remi to read together.

3). I actually would think Haym would, but honestly seeing both Haym and Mayday sit Purl down to watch MLP would be hilarious. I do agree that Purl would love Luna, but I am not sure about Twilight. Her behaviours, at least in early seasons, would make them not really like her. But they would probably come around, especially after she became a princess.

4). Her just full on with an enraged face hissing at West with absolute anger, and he just hisses back with happiness and a smile but also a really weak and shitty hiss as he's never really hissed before. Of course she would be so confused and flabbergasted that she would just start laughing. Confusing West as she literally walks away as she can't even talk for like 5 minutes.

West honestly thinks he somehow hissed out a joke or something that Mama understood and is so confused. He ends up asking Purl and Yinu, which gets Yinu to laugh a little and explain that Mama is not like them and only hisses in anger, so he literally just confused her into laughter. West apologizes to her and she tells him it's alright.

5). I have very little knowledge of what shows would be obscure, but I can totally see them sitting down and watching weird animated shows. One I remember is like called "Spliced" and I can see them watching that. With like horrified faces at times but still not stopping because they are interested in the strangeness.

Remi never understood this and finds the animation for a lot of these so bad or ugly that he can't even hate-watch these cartoons. But he will listen/watch Dodo and Eve talk about the shows after they are done watching them.

6). Yeah... Yeah I can see that, lol. Honestly they would read TONS of fanfictions for all kinds of games, but only write for a few that really peak their interest, So Undertale is definitely one of them (I don't know much about Hollow Knight but what I have seen would make me feel like Eloni would also write fanfics for it).

For other media though, she would definitely do deep dive analyses. I can imaging her having a whole youtube channel using computer generated voice (that sounds nice, the same one she uses for streams because thinking words into existence is easier than physically speaking for her) and would just have hours to DAYS of analysis content for all kinds of games, shows, and other media.

7). And you better believe that Zimelu is right there beside them asking all kinds of questions. The two will have a 6 hours movie session and only get through one 1.5 hour movie lol.

8). I am literally working on a punk design for all the NSR characters specifically because I wanted to make punk/goth Sayu lol! But oh yeah, totally ze would have stuff from there.

I have a ton of pink skirts and cutesy stuff, so I can see that getting mer into the store but then ze would love one of the darker more goth-y clothes and boom! Sayu is going through a goth phase! And the other mermaids are now following along (also Tila and Sofa lol).

9). Yes! Monster-fucker Cyril is definitely something I thought of before lol! He definitely has weird tastes. Monster and robots are some of them haha.

I swear, he told Purl that if somehow GLaDOS was real he would break up to be with her. And Purl said not to worry because they would do the same thing! The two just have such weird tastes and definitely share them together.

And then there's West not seeing the appeal in a lot of these crushes they have.

#nsr #eritalks #noart #asks #i laughed out loud #when i got to number 9 #that is so true

[thisentertaining]

Martin and Gerry Foster Brothers AU Part 4

The boys try to get as far from the boy’s home as possible, and Gerry finds an article that reminds him of a place a Leitner is hidden. A Statement is altered. 

PART 1  PART 5  Ao3

 Gerry doodled a melting wax person in the corner of a page about the Desolation. There was plenty of space because Martin had filled 4 lines with just ‘AGNES?????’. The younger teen was leaning against the train window, fast asleep. He had managed to ‘I can’t believe we lost the tickets, mum and da are going to kill us! This could be our last chance to see Nan with her health’ his way into getting people to pay for tickets halfway across the country, which at least gave them a good place to stay overnight and hopefully got them far enough away that they were leaving everyone who knew about them behind. 

Unfortunately, while ‘orphanage burnt down’ made for a popular local news story, ‘orphanage that burnt down may have hosted a serial killer’ made for an even more popular national story, so they still heard people talking about as new passengers boarded. Luckily, as a pair of teenagers it was easy to throw hoods over their faces and avoid eye contact with strangers. Gerry wasn’t sure what they would do once their tickets ran out, but for the moment it was enough that they were relatively safe and his brother was getting some rest.

A worker went through the mostly-empty train car, picking up rubbish that people had left behind during the day. The man picked up a newspaper that must have been there for some time, as the city proudly displayed across the header was much closer to their destination than their starting point. That would be a place to start at least. “Hey,” He said, whisper-yelling for fear of waking the boy leaning against him. “Can I have that?”

The man, who really wasn’t much older than Gerry, shrugged. “You must be really bored.”

“Got me.” They nodded and the other man went on his way.

Gerry frowned at the newspaper. He didn’t know why he thought it would be useful. It was mostly global or country news, and the local stories were all too local. Crafting guilds donating to charities, schools that had won some big something-or-other, plenty of holiday events and recipes. He was about to drop it out of frustration when he saw a notice in a small box, explaining that all Pall Mall Reform Club activities would be on pause due to building renovations.

He frowned, brow furrowing. He… recognized that name. It was one of the many, many places Mum would rant about, a place connected to Smirke and Leitner. It had been years since he’d last seen his mother, but as he told Martin, this kind of stuff had a supernatural way of sticking to your head. He was certain of it, this place had… spooky stuff in it, and it was ever going to be unearthed, it would be now.

“Whassat?” Martin mumbled as he woke up, a large yawn breaking through as he moved to sit up straight.

“There’s an evil book hidden under this building.”

“What? Like one of Light-Nerd’s monster books?” The boy asked, still clearly working on waking up.

Gerry snorted. “Leitner, but I like your name better.”

“Hm. Why is there a book in the building?”

“Dunno. I just remember Mum talking about it. She never went for it because of the building, but if they’re doing work on it, they might dig it up.”

“Should probably avoid it then, if your mum’s going to be there.”

“Nah, that’s not her style. She won’t go looking for it herself. She’ll just watch the workers to see which one goes mad or dies, and take it or buy it from them.”

“That’s… morbid.”

“It’s practical.”

“I guess. So, what are we going to do? Get off at the next stop, uh, wherever that is? Or we can try to get the tickets changed to somewhere else. Or we can go to the original destination and just lay low or…” Gerry said nothing, looking at the article. “You want to go after the book, don’t you?”

“Maybe.”

Martin sputtered. “What would we even do with it?”

“Well, fire worked the last time.”

 “You want to burn the Leitner?”

“Yeah? I mean, it’s not like we’ve got much else of a plan and there isn’t anyone else whose going to bother to do it. Look, Mum gets these books for… for power. For control, to get whatever she wants. She’ll do… bad things with it, but we can get rid of it. We can help people.”

Martin said nothing for a long moment, looking down. “It… it would be nice to… to help people, but… Gerry I’m scared. That was the worst thing I’d seen in my whole life and- and you want to just run right back to it?”

“This shouldn’t be as bad, I-its just… someone is going to end up with it. If it isn’t us, then its going to be someone who doesn’t know anything about this, and they’re going to get hurt, maybe die. We can stop it.”

The younger boy took in a deep breath, and looked his friend deep in the eye. “I’m with you. If you think we can do this… I trust you.”

“Anchors.” Gerry said, and still not quite comprehending what it meant, Martin nodded.

“Anchors.”

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RELEVANT EXCERPTS TAKEN FROM STATEMENT OF HAROLD SILVANA, STATEMENT GIVEN JUNE 4th 2002 (To be recorded several years from now)

… It was about two in the morning when the kids showed up, two boys. It was just me and Rachael Turley, who does most of our marble work, though we were mostly just doing surveying at that point. Alfred Bartlett was out getting coffee, though who knows where from at that time of night. I think he must have forgotten to lock the door when he headed out, and that’s how they got in. That said, this was still the first week in March and it was pretty cold, so I’m surprised we didn’t notice the draught.

In the end I suppose it doesn’t matter. The fact is that Rachel and me had been sat there chatting for maybe five minutes when we noticed we weren’t alone. We noticed the older one first, a thin kid in his late teens, I’d guess. He was dressed all in black, with heavy looking boots and a T-shirt with the logo of some band emblazoned on it, Megadon or Mastodon, or something like that. His hair was long and greasy, almost down to his shoulders, a bright red that kinda clashed with his aesthetic. The one behind him was just as tall, but a bit beefier, you know. Dressed just about as different as night and day in some kind of pastel sweater and trousers with sneakers, shorter hair and glasses. Thought they were the same age at first, but now I think that he was a bit younger. He looked quite a bit more awkward than the other kid too.

Neither of them looked like they were supposed to be sulking around the Reform Club. I could be convinced that the first boy was a rich child going through a ‘rebellious period’ but there was no way any parent at that club would let their kid go out in clothes as threadbare as what the second one was wearing. Still, I decided that it wouldn’t be the first time a rebellious kid snuck his lower class boyfriend somewhere he shouldn’t be, so couldn’t be entirely sure. I decided to be gentle in my initial enquiries and asked if they were lost, told them this part of the basement was off-limits due to renovations.

The first kid shook his head and asked if we’d found anything yet. Any of “Leitner’s pages”. The other one corrected to ‘Light Nerd’ and they both chucked, but I was too surprised to react. I wondered how long they’d been standing there, because Rachel and I had just been talking about the man…

…I asked if they’d been eavesdropping, but the second kid just repeated the question, asking what we found. I was just about done with these kids, and started to tell them that they were going to have to leave, when Rachel interrupted me and asked what there was to find. The first kid laughed, though the second was looking nervous, as if worried they’d found the wrong place.

“Can you smell it?” the first kid said, and the three of us- Me, Rachel, and the bigger kid- took a deep breath. I swear, for a brief moment, I could smell something. Damp old stone and musty paper, just a faint whiff. It took me off guard, and I think that was why I just stood there as he walked past me and picked up the hammer. He strode over to one of the walls and, with a swing stronger than I would have thought possible from his age and skinny frame, he buried it into the wall. I heard a scream, high-pitched, but it definitely didn’t come from any of us.

“Gerry!” The bigger kid said, looking as shocked as the rest of us. “Give a warning next time.”

This was enough to break me out of my stupor and I ran over and wrestled the hammer from the kid, Gerry I guess. He struggled and flailed, though he didn’t say anything. Immediately the bigger kid was there trying to pull me off him, kid had stronger arms than I thought and managed to pull him off and started yelling, both at me and the other kid. As I tried to calm things down, Rachel called over me, and I looked at where the wall had been hit. In the center of it was a neat hole; the other side was darkness. There shouldn’t have been anything behind the wall except foundation, but it didn’t look like this was a real basement wall. …

… It was at this point Alf returned, and we had some considerable explaining to do. Through it all the kids just bickered with each other. Looked like one that the bigger kid called Gerry was doing a bit of an ‘I told you so’ that was being overtaken by the other one berating him for unnecessary recklessness. When we asked Gerry how he knew what was behind that wall he told us that his mother knows all about this stuff. The other kid made a face at that. Neither elaborated as to what “this stuff” might have been.

We should have waited until morning and told the Reform Club staff what we’d found. We should have handed the trespassers over to the police, but Alf was always too curious for his own good, and he suggested we have a look inside. Rachel and I half-heartedly tried to argue against it, but I think deep down we wanted to know just as much as he did. So in we went. … We tried to tell the boys to stay outside, I said that we couldn't let a couple 17-18 year olds into such a dangerous place. The first kid argued that he was the only ‘experienced’ one there and that we wouldn’t know the place even existed if it weren’t for him. The other was just excited that we thought he was that old, so he was evidently much younger than I first thought.

I figured that short of tying them up, there was no way we were going to keep them out of there. Tying them up did feel like a step too far, and hard to do with two of them, so we settled for keeping a close eye on them as we went inside. Gerry insisted on going first, while the other, who introduced himself as Martin, said he would take up the rear. I kept an eye on the first kid, Alf on the one in the back, and Rachel just looked around…

… We came to a crossroads. Or, more precisely, a star. The chamber was small, round and featureless, but there were doorways leading out in a circle. I counted thirteen, not including the one we had come in from. Martin rushed forward to whisper with our guide, pointing at tunnels and whispering strange words, or names or something. Gerry would nod or whisper things back. In the center, there was a datestone. It read: “Robert Smirke, 1835. Balance and fear”.

…With the exception of Gerry, I got the impression that none of us were in any hurry to go down the other tunnel, not even Martin. A deep apprehension seemed to have settled itself in the pit of my stomach; everyone else also seemed to feel it. Then, without warning, Gerry started running full pelt into one of the passages. I’m not sure which one it was of the thirteen. I called for him to come back, but got no reply and Alf made to take off after him, but apparently Gerry did warn the other kid, because he blocked off the passage and refused to let him through.

Rachel ran back to get help, and I went to help Alf, he grabbed the kid while I went after the other boy. This tunnel wasn’t as dark as some of the others, but it was damper, and the walls seemed oddly slimy. After a few yards, the stone became so slick that I found it hard to keep my footing and I fell. I put my hand onto the floor to push myself up, and it came away faintly tinged with red. I saw lights from up ahead, and was about to call out when Gerry came running back out of the darkness.

He was clutching a book in his hands, and clearly wasn’t paying attention to where he was going. He barreled right into me, knocking me to the floor again. He was only a skinny kid, but he was so strong, and kept his footing, disappearing back into the darkness, towards the entrance. As he passed, I heard a small clattering sound, as though something were falling behind him. I reached out slowly, to try and raise myself off the ground, and felt something small and oddly smooth lying there. I shined my light on it, and saw a small bone. From a bird, I think, or maybe a rat. I looked around and there were a few more scattered about the corridor.

I’d fallen harder this time, and had managed to hurt my knee quite badly. I was just about able to limp to the end of the corridor, and there I found a small, round room. Against the walls were old bookshelves, decayed and empty, save for a few moldering pages. They were stained and rotten, and one of them looked like it had a mummified hand laying on it. Around the base of the bookshelf, I saw more of those tiny bones. Suddenly, Gerry’s friend was there, scolding me like a disappointed mum, and pulling me back like his life depended on it.

That’s where my memory begins to blur. I know they brought me back to the basement of the Reform Club, where Rachel was waiting with the police. But I remember some of the other passageways calling to me. I have the vaguest memories. I swear when we went through the first time the entrances looked mostly the same, this time, one seemed to be filled with paper, one was completely covered in cobwebs, one our torches couldn’t penetrate but I’m sure I saw a figure there, one had strangers that meant me harm, one burned when we passed it and I smelled smoke.

When I was out, I was questioned by the police. Alf wasn’t there, nor was Gerry. Martin told them that Alf went down the wrong passageway. I don’t know what that means, but when the two did emerge, he was shaking and looked feverish. Gerry convinced them that he needed to be quarantined. That ended up being true, he had some disease that I thought died out decades ago. The quarantine probably saved his life and ours. I still think that the kid partially just said that to cause chaos though, because the boys disappeared around when the ambulance arrived.

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