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heyworld-whatsup · 2 months

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For the people that don’t have Wattpad here’s chapter two of my little story thing

Alastor sat comfortably on the lobby's couch; peacefully reading one of his many books, and drinking his favourite tea.It was late at night being around 11:30pm, the only ones being up at that hour would be: himself (Alastor), Husk, and AngelDust. Alastor made sure that (y/n) went to bed...or at least he thought anyhow.

Bored...yup that's what you call it bored, you were sitting on your bed just staring out the window; it was a cold night but you really didn't mind you actually liked the cold...but sadly you were bored! you wanted to do something fun! Something cool! Something that wouldn't be boring...like going to sleep when you aren't even tired! You pushed the (f/c) blankets off and jumped out of bed, you quickly and quietly ran over to the bedroom door...but you stopped after barely getting your hand on the door knob. "Is father up?" Saying quietly to yourself just in case someone was near by, or listening. You stood there in front of your door...in front of the very thing that would grant you freedom from all the boring stuff, but would you risk being seen by your father? Even if then would you be able to come up with something that would take his mind off the fact that he told you to go to bed hours ago?After some great thinking...or as great it's going to get for a 9 year old, you decide that you would sneak down into the lobby..surely father wouldn't be there at that hour! He must be in his room reading...right?You walk over to your dresser and put on a black sweater and grey pants, a great outfit for sneaking! You also tie up your (h/c) hair so it wouldn't get in your face...(if you have short hair then let's pretend that sentence didn't exist.)

After getting your sneaking outfit on you quietly run back over to the door, but this time you open the door...the door opens with a slight creaking sound, you hoped no one heard that. Oh well even if they did you could always say you were looking for your father...would they question that? You shake your head..no time to be thinking of the what ifs and what nots...The hallways where dark to say the least, yes they had lights but the hotel was old and a little run downed some lights didn't work and others barely even worked! But oh well that doesn't matter, in fact it helps! You could always hide in the shadows if one of the others walked the hallways..it's not like they would notice you anyhow...right? You nod your head, right!After walking down the whole hallway you get to the stairs that lead down into the lobby...so far so good! Seems like everyone is already asleep so no one can stop your master plan....what was the master plan you ask? Well you haven't thought that far ahead, but you knew that what you would think of would be amazing! Just like you!Just to make sure no one was in the lobby you walk over to the railing and look down...you looked around too see if anyone was down there..you looked towards the bar...just Husk cleaning some shot glasses...you look towards the doors just AngelDust...seems like he's on a call, but he doesn't look happy at all..maybe later you could make him something special to lift his happiness up! Then you looked towards the lobby couches...oh no..

There he was...your damn father, sitting on the couch reading...with his usual smile, you look towards the little table beside the couch. Looks like an empty tea cup..seems like he was drinking tea...without you! How dare he!Just when you're about to go downstairs you feel something touch your shoulder! You get startled and quickly turn around too see who or what touched your shoulder...You look up at the figure...your eyes widen and your deer ears go back slightly...the figure was your father's shadow...shit...he knew you were up and instead of looking over at you when you looked down at him from the stairs, he decided to freak you the fuck out!You quickly look back towards your father..he looked at you with the corner of his eyes..it's more scary than it should be...you looked back at the shadow, but it was gone...oh boy you're in for it now.

You sigh...knowing that you're father wouldn't want to take time out of his day to come upstairs you slowly make your way down. You have been defeated once again...what was the score again? 7/0? You can't remember...As you walk down the stair you start to feel tired? Could it be? No, no it couldn't you aren't sleepy just yet...you get down to the lobby and walk over to the couch, but before you decided to look up at your father you looked back at the door to see AngelDust...but he was gone..oh you wanted to see him to make sure he was okay, but he left...You sigh once again and look up at your father, who already had his book closed and sitting on his lap..and he was looking down at you with his usual smile...but right now it looked more like a smirk...like he was expecting you to pull one of your tricks.Alastor looked down at the little (y/g)..least to say he was annoyed, annoyed at the fact that you didn't sneak around better...he knew you where up once you opened the damn door. you were sloppy, but then again he can't blame you, for one you're only nine, and two he didn't really teach you all about sneaking yet.He pats the spot next to him; welcoming you to sit down next to him... you get in the couch and sit down next to him...you didn't dare look at him, you knew you did wrong. You were supposed to be sleeping right now, not up and playing.

"My little fawn, why are you up at this late hour?" His voice was nice and warm, like a campfire...but you could tell he was annoyed. You finally look up at him to answer his question. "I had a nightmare..I got scared" you used your "I am scared" voice to lie to him..it always work! And you knew it would work this time as well!Does she think I'm that stupid? Alastor really wants to roll his eyes...but he doesn't. He decides to humour her and go along with it...to be honest it was late he was tired, but he always could go for some entertainment. Alastor puts his hand on your cheek, his thumb gently rubbing your face. "And what was this so called nightmare about mmmh?"

You freeze for a moment back quickly get back into character...you advert your gaze down to the couch cushion...mmh they were very pretty...Niffty does a great job cleaning. "I don't want to talk about it". And for good measure you bring in a soft and quiet..."can I have a hug?"Alastors eyes widen slightly...he wasn't expecting that, or was he? He understands that kids like hugs...but was he really willing to hug you? He knows it sounds bad..a father not wanting to hug their child but he has his reasons. "You want a what?" He voice drops down to a whisper so if anyone by couldn't hear, only you and him.You look back up at him..in all honesty you did want a hug...and you were starting to feel tired, maybe you should've went to sleep when he asked you too..but then again you wouldn't have gotten to ask him for a hug.Alastor sighs and after some thought he decided on something...he picks the book up off his lap and puts it beside the empty tea cup, she's going to want tea in the morning..his smile gets bigger, he liked having tea in the morning with you...it was calm in the morning, he look back over at you and gently wraps his arms around you, somewhere in the back of his mind he thought he would somehow hurt you...and he didn't want that, sure he never wanted a child, but he wouldn't dare hurt you.

As soon as you feel his arms wrap around you, you immediately smile and hug him back...your ears going back up..showing that you where clearly happy! Soon you feel him pick you up and sit you down on his lap...you don't argue and just nuzzle into him...and after a moment you yawn.Alastor wanted to laugh when you gladly accepted his hug..he brought you on his lap simply to see if he can get you to fall asleep, he knew you where tired...I mean come on what nine year old wouldn't be tired at 11pm...he gets snapped out of his thought when he hears you yawn...somehow his smile got bigger...now he just has to play the waiting game.After about ten minutes he finally feels your body go limp...ah yes your asleep with your head all nuzzled into his chest...he didn't really mind that, you did it all the time when you where a toddler...he sighs and kisses your forehead...maybe he could get used to being a father...who knows?

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vannahmontannah · 1 month

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flowers in the rain

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I found myself in the media lately. These blogs are giving me a platform and I'm not used to this, but I am with Zuri. This is all new, like how does she deal with this? The fans have found my social media started to follow me everywhere! This is becoming too much. I even saw some comments, talking about some "oh he just with her for clout" what the fuck is ya even talking about? Real talk, bruh! It's like a whirlwind of attention that I never asked for, but somehow landed in. I never imagined that my private life would become public fodder for the masses. Zuri has been a rock throughout this madness, showing me how to navigate this new world with grace and poise. The constant scrutiny and judgment from strangers has left me feeling exposed and vulnerable in ways I never anticipated. The sudden influx of followers and comments has made me question the authenticity of my relationships and the intentions of those around me. It's a surreal experience that I am still trying to make sense of, all while trying to stay true to myself amidst the chaos.

"Baby girl?"

"Yes?"

"Uh, I've been getting too much attention lately. It's like I'm blowing up overnight,"

"You know how blogs are once they find out some shit,"

"Type shit. Some people saying I'm with you for clout,"

"They don't know what they're talking about. Just ignore them, babe. So, are you ready for today?"

"Actually, now I'm kind of nervous,"

"What? All that stuff you were talking about how your family is gonna love me and now you're nervous? I should be the one nervous!" She shouted.

"I know, but I don't know what they may say or think, like it's a new experience for me in a long time,"

"Duke, just relax. Let's just breathe and calm our nerves. Everything is gonna be okay! I'll just be myself and be respectful. Besides, it's just your mom and your sister, right?"

"And my grandmother,"

"Oh..."

"What's wrong?"

"It's one thing to meet the mom, but the grandmother? That's a different story. Now I'm nervous,"

"That's why I got nervous too. My mom ran her mouth and said she wanted me to introduce you to my grandma. I don't mind, it's just that I wasn't really ready, but my grandma said she would love to meet you,"

"Well, let me be on my best behavior,"

"I know it's last minute, but it would really mean a lot to me if you would just give into it,"

"I am. Who doesn't love the grandmother's? I've been preparing for the day I get to meet your family and today is that day and one step closer to your heart,"

"Another step deeper in my heart,"

I grabbed her hands and kissed the back of it. I gave her a kiss on her cheek and we both started out the door. Milo is out with Michael for the week, so I have some free time.

On the drive to my mother's house, my heart was pounding. I didn't know what to expect at all. I haven't brought a girl around my family in three years and I'm not sure what it will bring this time. We made it to my mom's house and I took a deep breath. Zuri was all giggly inside and was ready to meet everybody. Well, if she's cool, then I'm cool. I got out the car and walked over to let her out. I grabbed her hand and guided her to the front door. As we approached the entrance, I couldn't help but wonder how my family would react to her, hoping that they would see what I saw in her - a kind and genuine person.

This is it," I said. "Come on, let's go, I rang the doorbell twice, waiting for an answer. Naomi answered the door and instantly smiled.

"Hey! Hi, how are you?"

"I'm great! How are you?" Zuri asked.

"I'm good. It's nice to see you again!"

"Thank you. This house is gorgeous!"

So far, so good.

"Duke talk about you a lot! I think my brother's in love or whatever,"

"As he should be! As he should!"

"Back in the day, he used to date girls with gaps and crooked teeth-"

"No, I did not!" I interrupted. They were both laughing, but I was dead ass serious. Not that it's a problem with having imperfect teeth, but that was not true. I got her ass later on.

"Ma! Where you at? Come and get yo daughter,"

"Hey, baby" She said, hugging me. "Oh, look who we have here,"

"Hello," Zuri smiled.

"Hi! You can make yourself at home. You don't have to be so stiff around us,"

"Just kind of nervous,"

"You don't have to be nervous around us. If you're a friend of my children, you're a friend of the family. I got some food coming out soon and we can all chill out on the patio,"

"Thank you,"

"So, I heard a lot about you. Duke tells me you're moving back home,"

"I am. I never wanted to move anyway, really. I just had to do what I really wanted to do and that was follow my heart...go back where I was comfortable at,"

"I know that's right. If you feel uncomfortable somewhere, then you don't need to be there,"

"You know, it's crazy how life works out sometimes. I never thought I'd be back here, but here I am,"

"Well, we're glad to have you back. Family's always important, you know?"

"Absolutely. I missed mines guys a lot. It feels good to be back. I feel like I never really left,"

"That's the best feeling, isn't it? When you come back home and everything just falls back into place,"

"It really is. I'm looking forward to spending more time here with all of you,"

"We're looking forward to it too. Now, let's go grab some food and catch up some more,"

"Sounds perfect. Let's do it."

Within the next hour, Zuri became comfortable with my mom and sister. My grandmother had arrived and she had joined us on the patio. She's 78 and still driving! How? I don't know. She never really got a chance to meet my last girl, so hopefully this will do. Zuri was nice and respectful and she even help my granny set up her new watch. I don't know why she even got all of that! You are 78! She made my grandmother smile and laugh and she even told Zuri her laugh was cute. This is going so great right now.

"Well, Zuri it was certainly nice meeting you. With your cute self," my grandmother complimented.

"It was a pleasure meeting you as well,"

"You're so well-mannered and respectful. Thanks for fixing my watch. My son bought it for me,"

"What you gone do with that smart thing?"

"Wear it," she laughed. "I gotta get going. I am tired,"

"You be careful on that road, mom," my mom said.

"I will baby. Imma call you when I'm at home,"

I helped her out to her car and made sure she pulled off safe. I always walk my grandmother to her car because I enjoy doing it. I try to spend every chance I get wit her because she's getting older and I cherish her. I walked back inside to my family and over heard my mom and Zuri talking.

"Well, Zuri...why do you like my son so much?"

"The sensation he evokes in me is akin to undergoing a profound transformation; it's like becoming a woman reborn. With every gesture, word, and smile, he instills in me a sense of refreshment, as if my soul has been newly awakened to the joys of existence. The warmth of his presence envelops me, making the world seem brighter, more vivid, and imbued with hope. It's a peculiarly uplifting feeling, one that cascades through my veins, infusing me with an unwavering sense of confidence and vitality. Never before have I felt so deeply understood, so thoroughly cherished. His laughter has become my most cherished melody, a symphony that resonates with every fiber of my being. Each day with him unfolds like a newly discovered chapter of happiness, revealing depths of emotion I hadn't known were possible. Perhaps, this overwhelming tide of affection and admiration that sweeps through me is what they call being fully in love. Yes, maybe I am fully in love with him, for he has the extraordinary ability to transform ordinary moments into memories that dance gracefully in the corridors of my heart. To be loved by him is to see the mundane through a lens of wonder, to feel perpetually reborn under the gentle touch of his love," Zuri said to my mother as she expressed her feelings in the deepest way possible.

"That was so beautiful...I have never heard someone give a detailed answer like that describing my baby. I raised him right--well, at least I think so," she laughed. "My son was a free spirit; he was always outside, playing with friends and his cousins, and he would go on adventures and such. He was gonna be something. I don't do disrespectful kids. I made sure he was the most presentable child there was. "

She reminisced about the days when I would come home covered in dirt and grinning from ear to ear after a day of exploring the neighborhood. She fondly recalled the times I would spend hours building forts and playing make-believe with my friends, my imagination running wild. Despite my mischievous antics, she knew that I had a good heart and a kind soul. As she watched me grow, she couldn't help but feel a sense of pride in the young man I was becoming.

"Sounds like he was very active,"

"Oh, yes! Especially when he got older and the girls were coming from every which way. Lately, before he met you, he's been all alone and...I was wondering what is going on? Is my son lonely? I guess he was just waiting on the right one or whatever, but you came along and...he getting checked in hospitals, he was getting love sick, and he was just down! I'm so glad you came along and knocked my son off his feet. He seems much happier than his last one,"

"What happened?"

"She was just a mean woman. Begged for money, spoiled, rude. She stressed my son out! I did not like that girl!"

"He don't have to worry about that anymore,"

"I know now. It's like you were the spark to everything,"

Hearing this conversation made me fall in love with Zuri more than I already was. The depth of their insight, and the genuine warmth radiating from their words touched a chord deep within me. The undeniable sincerity and vulnerability they shared unveiled new layers of their character, showcasing a profound beauty that was both captivating and inspiring. This deepened connection felt like discovering a hidden treasure, one that made my affection for Zuri grow stronger and more profound with every passing moment.

#duke dennis #romance #amp #18+ content

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tiredtealuvr · 10 months

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A book for two? - Xingquu ft. Xiang long, Hu Tao, Chongyun.

"I never knew someone would be interested in a book like this, how about this, we can both read this together. "

Xingqui x Gn!reader

Fluff

High school!Au

This is one of the several I'll be remaking from my fics back in wattpad, if you'd like the see the original, my wattpad user is shown in my about me.

And I do apologize for the lack of fics, since summer is around I have free time to do requests and stuff without worrying about school. :))))

As you opened the door to the library, you were met with a cool breeze, and the smell of faint vanilla.

Closing the door behind you, the loud noises of students leaving the school was now blocked out with faint music, and soft motions of feet walking.

Taking a breath of relief, you walked around the library, noticing the few students who were studying. Some sitting with another, some others alone.

Turning your attention to what you needed, you reached to your favorite isle, looking for a specific book. After a few minutes, you found it on the top left corner, grabbing it you took your time reading the cover.

As you read the back, you didn't hear footsteps coming to a halt near you, until you heard a soft spoken voice.

"Are you by chance wanting to borrow that book as well? " the voice asks, you looked up to see a boy with blue hair, and a uniform with a small but noticeable logo, showing that he was from your school. He gave you a soft and warm smile, his hair was short and at a curve, and his hands were occupied with books of all genres.

"Mhm, I've been meaning to get my hands on this, yet every time I go here it's always borrowed so I put myself on the waiting list like many others," you answered back to blue haired male, "Are you on the waiting list too? " you asked. "I am, if I'm correct I'll be after 20 to 37 other people. " he explained, tucking away the other books to his side.

"Thats a long wait time, " you paused, "uh if you have the time, I can split my time so you can have it during times of wouldn't need it. " you proposed, "besides, I only need it for a short amount of time. I might as well be done with it by the time of leave the library"

He let out a small chuckle, "how about we read it together then? "

"Sounds like a plan"

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As you both sat in the corner, to your surprise it was actually quite nice to have someone read with you, even if at times you both were silently reading in your head.

You hadn't notice time was almost up before the library closes until the librarian came up to the two of you.

"I'm apologize if I'm interrupting you both, however, the library is about to close." she said, as she gave a warm smile and walked off.

You turned over to Xingqui, "Do you want to take it home? " you asked, closing the book as you remembered the page you both left at.

"I believe you need it the most, besides I already have these books to take home" he says, pointing at pile of thick books lying on the coffee table.

༶•┈┈⛧┈♛

"Remember to turn this in when it's due, or early, we have a long list of people waiting. " The lady in purple says, as she waves you and blue haired male goodbye.

"Unless you want to face some punishment. " she added, her eyes looking at you two as if you or xingqui angered her.

"O-of course Ms. Lisa! Have a great rest of your day" you choked out, avoiding your gaze towards the librarian as the two of you headed out.

As the door closes behind you, you looked at xingqui. "Where are you headed off next? " you asked, he gave you a smile.

"Just going to my fri-"

"XINGQUIII"

He was cut off by his name being called out from the first floor of the school, you both walked over to the railing to find three other students. They're were two girls, one with long hair in ponytails, the second in a short hair with braided rings, and there was a boy with light blue hair looking up at you and xingqui.

"Them? " you ask.

"Yeah ehehe.."

A slight chuckle slipped out of your mouth. "They seem lively"

"They really are, maybe even a little too much.. "

"Well I guess this is goodbye"

"Mhm, have a great rest of your afternoon"

As you turned around and started walking, he turned as well and grabbed your arm. Stopping you to continue your walk back to your dorm. Turning your head to where you could see him, giving him a little hum to let him speak.

"Ah- is it ok if I could have your number? "

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#genshin #genshin fanfic #tiredtealuvr #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #genshin x gn reader #genshin x you #xingqui #xingqui x reader #chongyun #xiangling #hu tao

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seretoningghost · 10 months

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I WILL WRITE : HEADCANNONS, FLUFF, LIME, SMUT, LIGHT ANGST WITH HAPPY ENDINGS.

WHAT I AM MOST LIKELY TO WRITE : SMUT. WE NEED TO STUFF THE M! READER COMMUNITY WITH GOOD STUFF.

CLARIFICATION : I HARDLY EVER WRITE SEQUELS BECAUSE I DONT CUT OFF STORIES JUST TO FLUFF MY ACCOUNT.

I WILL WRITE SEQUELS BUT I DO NOT WRITE FICS.

I will only write for fandoms I know - however feel free to request any because it's possible I know the fandom.

I WILL AGE CHARACTERS UP, I DO NOT WRITE PEDOPHILIA, AGE PLAY, NOR FOR MINORS.

I'm ok with most kinks, minus feet stuff - armpit stuff - water sports, things that that.

I DON'T WRITE YANDERE CONTENT.

Im rather a vanilla writer, so severe bdsm and things built upon pain so bad its actually bad - isn't my reservoir.

CONCENT IS HUGE. CONCENTUAL SOMNOPHILIA, LIGHT BDSM, MASOCHISM, ROLEPLAY NONCON, MOST KINKS ARE ALLOWED WHEN PAIRED WITH CONCENT.

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I'm very ok and comfortable with female pronouned people reading and interacting with my content, but it can make other people uncomfortable.

Regardless of gender I don't want to hear about 'how hot it go you' or... other things.

Lets be decent please.

I'm a very lazy and busy person, I'm not going to meticulously look through my followers accounts - besides its impossible I can stop you from reading stuff like this, its none of my concern if I'm the soul reason your purity is stained - which its very unlikely I am.

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weirdthoughtsandideas · 1 year

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Time for Big Mouth season 6 summary!

I do this every year and that’s basically the only Big Mouth post I make for the year. So let’s go!

THE SONGS IN THE SEASON WAS… BANGERS!!! And now the new song album is out!!! With all the songs from season 4-6

The fucking ”Girl we got with your mom” song will forever be stuck in my head though now

Andrew’s parents :( I feel bad for him.

Him and Bernie were so cute :,) And i’m lowkey glad we saw her clips cause… some of the stuff reminded me of stuff I’ve done… what can I say the show really reminds you of the weird shit you did when you were in middle school

Anyway I am tempted to do that list lmao

Aren’t they supposed to be 14 now? They’ve been 13 since S1-

WE STILL DON’T KNOW WHO IS THE PRINCIPAL

This season was a little like a ”middle season” where I feel like not as much happened. But I do know they’ve been picked up for S7 so this is probably intentional.

I miss Ali and Jessi’s scenes :( But I do know why they didn’t have much interaction except that ”does anyone have a tampon” scene. First is that this season focused much more on family - and also, since stuff that happens on human resources also affects Big Mouth, Jessi doesn’t have a love bug since she got fired. Maybe Human Resources will pick this up in their next season. We’ll see.

ASEXUAL CHARACTER! Also the fact that his hormone monsters are so ok with it.

CONNIE AND MAURY’S BABY I love how they just fit right in

Missy finally got her period! I was actually wondering if she had gotten it or not. Also ”it’s brown, are you sure I haven’t pooped myself?” wow that’s relateable

Very accurate representation of a yeast infection lmao… god why are female genitals like this we constantly have to look out for stuff like this all the time

Love how they’re always going crazy in the last episode of the seasons. FUCKED UP FRIDAY YEAH IT SURE WAS

Lola and Jessi’s friendship awwww

THAT ONE TIME ANDREW BUMPED INTO MISSY AND SHE WENT ”GET TF AWAY FROM ME” AND ASKED HIM TO STAY AT LEAST A 2 METER DISTANCE LMOOO

I really love how things are starting to get better for Lola :) She deserves it

And Jay :( He deserves better

I wonder if Delilah will get any monsters. Babies have some monsters too I vet (besides the need demon)

Ok so when I was 13, I had found a lot of ”transformed into a baby/forced to be a baby” stories on wattpad. I don’t know why, I found one and suddenly I had read like 20 of them. I was so weirded out by them but I also was intrigued to it. So anyway, with all the diaper jokes, people wetting and shitting themselves, Jessi switching bodies with Delilah and having to spend the time as a baby, I kinda cringed because. I had read a lot of stories and I sat there like just questioning why I ever did. This show is great to remind yourself about the weird stuff in your adolescense <3 And that’s both the charm and the con of it hahahaha

To be fair, I read far worse things on wattpad… those things were MILD to the weird shit I otherwise found on that site

Anyway! Liked the season! Didn’t feel like as much was happening, but I am still gonna rewatch it 😄 I always find new things upon rewatch

#big mouth #big mouth netflix

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dxncingwithastrxnger · 1 year

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when you and i were forever wild (Mileven)

A/N: Hey guys!!!! I have officially started my Mileven week stories!!! I am SO excited for the stuff I’m gonna be putting out for y’all this week, tbh. This is the story for today’s prompt!!! Super late in the day, but I’m still getting it out before midnight which is all that really matters by this point 😅 But I really hope you guys like this one, I’m so proud of it!!!! I hope you enjoy it!!!!

Pairing: Mike Wheeler x El Hopper

Summary: Have you ever been in a connection that was so profoundly complicated that even your souls just know that it’s important? That to even the deepest parts of your subconscious, the true depth of the connection is completely indescribable in known words? Do you know what it’s like to have a home in someone else and be completely confident that it will never be lost?

Prompt: Day 1 - Color

Tags: Fluff, slight angst, lots and lots of love, uuuhhhh, I’m sorry guys but there’s literally no outloud dialogue at all. It was done on purpose, actually, and it’s something I’ve never done before, so I find it very interesting. I think that’s it for this one, tbh

Song Inspiration: Young and Beautiful By Lana Del Ray

Word Count: 2,572

Not beta’d, all mistakes are my own.

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Everyone is slowly gathering around them, getting up from their seats and making their way towards the couple at the center of attention. A table sits beside them, ribbons in a whole rainbow array of colors laying across it. The priestess officiating the ceremony smiles fondly at the people in front of her. She walks a few steps forward as the last of the crowd comes forward and she gently reaches for the bride and groom. She takes the left hand of the long, black-haired man and the right hand of the brunette woman and connects them, guiding them to latch onto each other's wrists gently. As she did so, she saw them grab each other's free hand, intertwining their fingers together and staying that way. The older woman's smile turned nostalgic. This is why she did this job.

Mike and El look at each other with matching expressions of joy, excitement, and love, their mouths turned up in the biggest of smiles. Their priestess then announces that it's time to start, and Karen Wheeler, Joyce Hopper, and Jim Hopper step towards the table. The parents get first pick, then whoever claims the spot first gets to go next and so on. The ribbons are all meant to be gifts. The colors are symbols and representations of what exactly that gift is. Everyone gets to choose up to three colors each and they will then tie it around the bride and groom's hands and wrists, binding them together for the entire rest of the night.

The parents pick their ribbon colors and present them to their children, and then the rest of their guests make their way through the same exact process. Each color being placed around their hands, some repeating, but different people made each one mean something more, and that was most important. The people themselves. Especially Mike and El. They stared deep into each other's eyes and knew they were thinking the same things. Knew that they were reliving the same moments. Every single moment together that led them to exactly this moment. The most important one of all. As everyone else returns to their seats, the young couple looks down again at the array of colors that was taken from the table and placed around their hands instead. They looked and admired and took a moment to appreciate every single color. Each and every one.

White - Peace, sterility, purity.

A kiss on the cheek. The brush of a hand. Tight embraces. Lingering glances. That first kiss directly on the lips, only confirming what they already knew deep down. They were so young, but not so young that they couldn't see how clearly they were meant to be connected in this way.

There was that first day, that first time they had snuggled up together. They hadn't really thought much of it at the time. They had hugged. They were 13 years old and El had just given Mike a friendship bracelet and he was thanking her. As soon as they wrapped their arms around each other, there was something of an instant calm and relaxation between them. Suddenly, they clung to each other, wanting nothing more than to just stay exactly where they were, in each other's arms.

In complete silence, without a single outloud communication from either one of them, they move over to the basement couch and snuggle up together, Mike all the way in the right corner against the arm and El snuggled into his side, her head on his shoulder as Mike keep his arm wrapped around her. He turns on the tv and finds a movie for them to watch, and they stay that way for the rest of the afternoon, perfectly content to just be with each other and nothing else.

Maybe it was then they should have realized that something more was between them than just friendship, but it never really crossed their minds back then and it still took them awhile to get exactly where they were meant to be. But that time they spent together just led them one step closer to their future union and it's always been such a special moment to look back on, even now. They'll remember that feeling for many years to come.

Gray - Stability, boredom, death, standstill.

It took them another year after that. But it wasn't without struggle. Not quite having their feelings for each other figured out just yet, there were other people that caught their interest on occasion. It was all very fleeting, but it definitely didn't go unnoticed by the other one. The feeling of envy, so strong when they saw each other with someone else. And yet still, they didn't really understand it. See, it wasn't exactly that they were completely clueless to their feelings for the other person. They knew without a doubt that their connection was something much more than that of the connections they held with their other friends. But what was their connection really?

A strange sort of wisdom for 2 barely teenagers. But it was something inside of them. Something telling them that they must figure this out before progressing any further. But it was difficult. It was like needing to figure out the components of a brick wall, down to the very compounds of the chemicals used in the creation of it, with only the brick wall itself as your tools and clues. And they had reached a stalemate. One that neither was very sure how to get out of. But eventually they made it out of there. Eventually they made it to the other side of their difficult time, and things soon enough became much, much clearer after that.

Brown - Comfort, safety, nature.

At age 15, Mike's entire world shattered. Karen Wheeler and Ted Wheeler were getting a divorce. Suddenly, without his father around, his mother had to work. With his mother working, he had to spend more time at home with his sister Holly. He had to put together meals and run errands and pick Holly up from school on some days. He had so much more responsibility than he did before. His mom always apologized and offered to hire a babysitter instead, but he always insisted that it was okay. He wanted to do it. He could handle it. The first part was true. He did want to do it all. But his brand new workload had started to weigh him down. He needed help, but he didn't know how to ask for it, or who to ask. New responsibilities, plus all of his old ones, plus coping with everything. Managing his school life, his home life, his social life, his personal life. It was all so heavy and he was on the verge of breaking.

But apparently he wasn't the only one who had realized he could no longer do it all alone anymore. He arrived home one day along with Holly, planning on dropping her things off and then taking her with him on a trip to the store. But when they got into the house, someone else was already there, and it wasn't his mother. Instead, it was El. El who was in the middle of putting away a bunch of groceries that looked strangely like a lot of the things on the list his mother had given him that morning before she'd left for work.

El wasn't stupid, she knew her boyfriend well, and she knew he was wearing thin. She'd seen him looking at the list at school, going through it and trying to make sure he would remember anything. El had taken it from his pocket when he wasn't paying attention and took it upon herself to take care of that little errand and take some of the load off of Mike's back, even if just for a day. Mike was so incredibly thankful for what El had done, though he didn't say much about it outloud. But after that day, it had become a more frequent thing. Mike would share his busy days with El and El would help out in all the ways she could, taking on each and every responsibility with him without hesitation or a second thought. It was never a question for her. It was always just a solid answer. Mike was her solid answer.

Black - Danger, power, protection, fear.

El wasn't sure what to do. Two years together now and suddenly she felt as if things were falling apart when it was supposed to be the opposite. Mike had been avoiding her, coming up with excuses for them not to spend time together, he was keeping secrets and lying. And he wouldn't talk to her about it, no matter how hard she tried to get him to. They always talked about everything, no matter what the subject was or the emotion attached to it. But whenever he did spend time with her, he always managed to evade the subject of what the hell was going on with him. Why was he doing this? What was El missing?

There was no way that Mike's feelings for her had diminished. El would feel it if he had. She'd know. So she knows it had to be something else, some other reason for all of this. There had to be a reason why Mike would tell her he was sick and then Max would tell her later on that he was at the mall with Lucas and Dustin. A reason why he would tell her he had to take an extra shift at work and then she'd spot him there later on with Will at the arcade or even with Max at the diner. But what was the reason?

El finally got her answer after months of her feeling like she was losing her goddamn mind. On her birthday, Mike was by her side all day, both during school and after. For him, it seemed as if nothing had ever been wrong, like everything was perfectly right in the world now. There was a certain excitement around him, but El just brushed it off, assuming it was just because of her birthday being that day. She wasn't sure what had exactly changed, but she wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth. She was going to enjoy her special day with her boyfriend happily by her side and she wasn't going to let anyone or anything ruin it. And that night at her small gathering of friends for the celebration of her existence, Mike gave her, her birthday present.

It was a promise ring. It was a beautiful gold band with three little crystals in the top center of it. One yellow, one blue, and one purple. Citrine, Azurite, and Amethyst, Mike had told her. And then, engraved along the inside of the ring band, were the words, "A promise is something you can never break. Ever." It was a reference to a conversation they'd had years before. And yet both of them still remembered it clear as day. Mike had worked his ass off for months to save up the money to get the ring exactly how he wanted it. Worked with all of their friends to pick out exactly the right band, crystals, colors, engraving. This ring became Mike's entire life for those months. But El had it now, and his attention could now go back to revolving around her. And that's the only thing that mattered.

Blue - Sadness, calm, despair, serenity.

That next year was like a breath of fresh air. It was completely refreshing, calming. They didn't really move forward much, but they didn't move backwards either. They stayed at a plateau in their relationship, but in a good way. They were filled with the most wonderful contentment. They were fine to stay exactly as they were. There was no rush. They just stayed and enjoyed being with each other. That's all they needed. When it was time to move forward, they would know.

Yellow - Joy, hope, cowardice.

And now it was one of the big years. Age 18. And it was also time for the next step. In both life and their relationship. Mike and El were moving in together. Into their own place that they chose and put the hard work into. Neither of them had any worries for how things would be. They'd spent so much time together over the years, they doubted there was anything they didn't know about the other's habits or quirks. They were filled with nothing but excitement. This was something that they were absolutely read for. And it was everything they'd hoped it would be and more. They'd never been happier up to this point, and they knew it would only get better from here on out.

Purple - Transformation, royalty, mystery, wisdom.

A little pink stick. Digital lines. Anticipation. New feelings stirred up. Happy surprises. This year would be filled with new life. A new life created by Mike and El themselves. The two were completely amazed by it. They had created a whole new person together. A physical representation of their love for each other. It would be hard at times, they weren't naive to that fact. But they were taking on the world together and nothing would slow them down now. They would never stop leaving their mark. And their beautiful baby would now become a part of their wonderful plans.

Orange - Warmth, energy, vibrancy.

The night El gave birth to a beautiful, healthy babygirl was the night that Mike dropped down onto one knee, adding another beautiful ring alongside that promise ring. He couldn't wait any longer. They lived together, they had a child together, and now they would finally take this final step in order to be bound together in every single way possible, both physical and metaphorical. In that moment, holding her babygirl and being held by her future husband, the three of them cuddled up on that tiny hospital bed, all of their family and friends gathered around them, there was no where else that El would rather be.

Pink - Romance, sexuality, femininity.

And now here they are. Back in the present moment. El is Mike's Wife. Mike is El's Husband. The two of them are now married. And here they are, standing before each other, about to take their first dance within their brand new titles. As Mike places his hand on El's waist and pulls her closer and El places her hand on his shoulder, their ribbon-bound hands being held out to the side, this moment is absolutely perfect. The music starts and they take off across the dance floor, everyone around them looking on with love and admiration for the newlywed couple. They drift along gracefully. Mike twirls El around and she feels like she's floating and then he's pulling her back towards him and their foreheads connect and she's grounded again, feeling like her entire body is filled with this brilliant, bright light full of love and warmth and happiness and home. Because they are each other's home. And they always will be.

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A/N: Sooo, what do you guys think??? Did you like it??? Please let me know!!!! I hope you loved it as much as I did it!!! Another story will be out tomorrow for the next prompt!!!! Thank you so much for reading and I really hope that you’re having an amazing day/night!!!!!! 💜💜💜

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corpsesbaby-main · 2 years

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i've actually been trying to find your blog for weeks to not only binge atp for the millionth time but to reblog it with comments as i finally made time to do it 😅 i'm sorry for being part of the problem!

i'm a writer (yikes i know) who's dealt with a similar issue on wattpad where the only interactions i got were people adding my stories to reading lists, so likes are super rare and i literally don't know the last time i got a comment or a reply to a comment (and i doubt ny notifications go back far enough to see 🙃). it's one reason why i've kind of stopped putting stuff on there (again: yikes i know).

yet i'm terrible at commenting?? especially on here because i always want to write an essay everytime because i know how much work goes into writing something as short as a blurb so i feel bad about writing a 'i love this!' even though i personally enjoy those comments? no one will be more pissed or confused about me being affected by yet contributing to this problem more than me. again, i'm sorry. i know much a heart emoji means and how much silence hurts.

i'm so sorry that i contributed to your frustration.

i adore atp and your writing but never knew how to put it into words (ironic). i'm angry at myself for not supporting my fellow writers especially seeing how many fic writers are talking about the lack of comments are discouraging and angry for contributing to this problem. and to anyone reading this or other fic writers' vents, non-fic writers like me and published writers are having issues getting feedback. (hence why i said no one is more pissed about my lack of comments than me)

i hoped tumblr was glitching when i was having issues finding atp until i saw the asks and your answers. you have every right to be angry and upset and disappointed in readers like me. anyone who says otherwise is a dick because it's true.

i'm sorry i waited too long to try and reblog and comment. i truly am and i hope you enjoy finishing atp and any other works for yourself 💙 if you ever decide to share your writing again, i will be sure to reblog and comment with everything.

thank you for apologising lovey and i completely understand! it's not you in particular that made me leave, just a collective problem if that makes sense? i don't bear any ill feelings towards anyone in particular just more how this like-culture has formed bc of tik tok and instagram and users of tumblr not using tumblr the way they did 5 years ago when my stuff was actually reblogged

the only thing that genuinely grinds my gears (besides the like problem) is that ive received asks of anons telling me im being 'hurtful to fans' when i say that everyone who just liked and never reblogged or even send an ask yk were part of the reason i left and refuse to roll out chapter after chapter, request after request with the same people demanding more to get nothing in return. the fanfics everyone reads are already free, so are reblog, yk?

as if i want fans? i just want a community and people who support me in my writing and who i can support back in whatever they create, who chat with me not just about my fics but fandoms in general, life, etc! and thats not achievable through likes

thank you for also giving some perspective! it's good that more writers step up and talk about this and offer a different viewpoint to those who don't write bc it's impossible to know how discouraging this feels until you're in the middle of it. im sorry you feel that way too and that people interact so little with your works as well! im not sure if you're a corpse writer and i havent read corpse stuff in so long but if you are, send me some of your stuff and i'll be happy to read and comment! ❤️ (this goes for everyone btw for most fandoms)

and i completely get being horrible at commenting! i always write essays too (especially on ao3 lmao) and i understand how you wanna carve out some time to do so!

i dont know if tips will help you and i certainly dont wanna tell you what to do but maybe i can give some tips in general to fic readers reading this:

i have a fanfiction sideblog (which i will not share bc there's shit on there that's between me, the author who wrote it, and god) bc i didn't want to reblog on the account i post my own writings on, mainly bc i feel like it will annoy people if i reblog every fic i read bc... there are a lot lmao. so first tip is maybe run a sideblog where you just reblog fics you've read and loved?

second tip is to have a queue running if you're scared it will annoy people?

i have a system where i reblog when there's a fic i see that i wanna read but i dont have the time for yet and tag it with 'to read' then i'll reblog it again with insight/comments. that way the post is in circulation and even if i dont get to it ever, i've still helped out he author?

i hope you don't feel too guilty. it's something we all have to work more on to make sure writers feel more appreciated! i genuinely dont have any vendetta or ill feelings towards you or anyone, i just choose to write for myself now <3

feel free to dm me any time if you wanna chat! im genuinely open to sharing my works with the friends ive made on here and other writers!

#asks

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lolabangtan · 2 years

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Okay so the last anon clearly didn't understand the content that they were reading but it did raise a question for me.

Is Stay yn an experienced dom? I don't know if I'm wording it right, but like is it something she's labeled for herself or is more of a persona she's fell into and is still exploring it?

*This chapter was so damn hot, the dumb bunny and mommy almost broke me 🥵🥵🥵 but my heart just shattered at the end. She was finally digging her way out of her shell, I'm just so sad for her and poor Kook. 😢

I mean yeah but I really stopped expecting common sense from people on the Internet a long time ago.

Regarding your question, I believe I answered a similar one, but long story short STAY MC isn't an experienced dom, and she doesn't really see herself as a dom, let alone out of the bedroom. She does know about things like safe words and all, first because Ari tells her pretty much everything and also because not engaging in sub/dom dynamics with someone doesn't mean you know nothing about it.

Actually, besides maybe the degrading or the overall dynamic, she's just more assertive and dominant than Jungkook. They don't do extremely kinky stuff - for now. It's just the kind of dynamic they've developed throughout their relationship.

Also, I must add, I didn't cry-write dozens of paragraphs of them having deep ass conversations for some random bloke to come here and say she treats him like a child xd. Like, does she bathe him, patronise him, help him with his homework, tell him to eat his veggies, cause him coiling trauma inherited through generations that will ruin his ability to express emotions?

No she just makes him come calls him bunny and is fucking whipped for him becuase god forbid a woman finds her boyfriend cute.

Anon (the other one ❤️), judging by the way you said "how sub dom relationships actually are" I understand that maybe in the bunch of wattpad fics you've read to refer to yourself as a BDSM expert you haven't come across with a story like mine, but Socrates once said: "human wisdom begins with the recognition of one's own ignorance". So...

Besides, I really can't believe someone read 13 chapters of STAY and decided to complain now, it's like a complete waste of time 😭

OH GOD THE SMUT JESUS CHRIST YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HOW MUCH IT FUCKED ME UP. Actually I had planned to leave the mommy kink to the very end but I just couldn't. And I think it's a good way to show they have a long way to go yet, Jungkook still is a bit insecure about their relationship and YN hasn't learned to process emotional pain in a healthy way.

#And this is pretty much all I have to say about the matter #I love spoiling my boyfriend #I don't feel the need to pretend otherwise because I also respect him as an adult and a human #Even if I get the animalistic urge to pinch his cheeks and coo every time I see him #asks #asks: stay #answered #anon

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mitchywitchythings · 2 years

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About Me!

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Oh, hello there, mortal. So you want to know more about me that you came all the way from the navigation. Alright then, where to begin from, I think a simple introduction should be a great start off.

So the name’s Mitchelle, but you can call me Mitch or witch, or even a bitch. Whatever is your preference, it’s fine with me. Well moving on from that I’m a girl and I’m straight, so my pronouns are she/her. I don’t want to mention my age since it’ll make me feel old, so I won’t.

Want to know my backstory, well to begin… I’ve lived in this Kingdom my whole life, training to become the next Queen to the throne, since I’m the next in line. When suddenly one day, we were attacked by dark creatures such as orcs and goblins. We tried to hold them back as best as we could, but they had a dragon.

A mighty creature that isn’t easily brought down even with the help of magic, in the end. We were defeated and I a lot of my people were slaughtered including my entire family. Driven with anger, I used black magic to slaughter all of the evil creatures as my revenge. After that, I’ve been continuing to do my duties to my people as their Queen.

Don’t I have friends besides from witches and wizards?! What kind of random question is that, of course I have! Well… I wouldn’t say friends per se, but I have been exchanging scented letters with the vampire King, Todoroki Shoto. And no, just because he’s a vampire and I’m a witch doesn’t make us sworn enemies, instead it brings us even closer. You see, vampires and witches are actually allies.

Okay, now moving on from the fantasy me, the real me is a completely sleep deprived student who loves procrastinating. I’m a bit of a rebel and likes to skip classes more times than I like to admit, my parents are catching onto me about that so good luck to my future self. Lmaooo…

Actually my hair isn’t naturally brown, it’s black but we dyed it so that’s why in the pic above you can see it’s brown. I also like to write and read fanfictions, specifically reader insert stories. However I found that I can’t read ship stories for some reason, it’s just a preference, I guess. I mean I have read some but it never really stuck onto me. I’ve been doing this for I think around 5-6 years now. Quite a long time, I began with Wattpad for the most part until I was introduced to tumblr about maybe 2-3 years ago by my sister.

Ever since then, I became a total tumblr user! I read more on tumblr and qoutev now rather than wattpad and archive of our own. I’ll leave links to all of my different accounts on these websites down below if your interested in looking at it.

Another thing, I’m a huge SIMP for Todoroki Shoto from My Hero Academia(MHA), like seriously. I’ve got 2 body pillows of him, multiple figures, and plushies. I’m planning to also add more to my shrine when more money comes in because you already know this girl is a complete broke ass student. TwT

But I’m completely obsessed with Todoroki that I’ve legit rejected confessions cuz of him, the reason I’m probably too obsessed is because when I was going through a really rough time in my life I latched onto him as a comfort character and stuff, maybe it’s just a way of me coping. And it’s been running for a very long time now, maybe around 4-5 years, yeah it’s super long.

My side hoes that Shoto doesn’t know about are Monoma Neito(MHA), Karma Akabane(AC), and Regulus Black(Harry Potter), just to mention a few. So if you see Shoto in action, like say in an interview. Don’t mention that his wifey got some side goes, besides he’ll always be my number 1, hands down!

Links to the other sites I work on:

Personal Blog on Tumblr

Wattpad

Quotev

Archive of Our Own

#mitchywitchythings #about me page

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jungwnies · 2 years

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hey maeby baby ^^

i have been taking care of myself, and I’ll gladly tell my best friend that you’re proud of him tomorrow <33

i too am a mint choco lover, it’s probably on my top 5 ice cream flavors (i don’t think my family hates the flavor but i'm pretty sure i was the only one eating it that one time my mom bought some at the supermarket 🤨)

im really excited, on friday i found some books I’ve been dying to read on some pdf files so finally i can read stuff besides fan fiction lol, like don’t get me wrong but I’m pretty sure I’ve read every good fic there is and i’ve been trying to get back to reading physical books so yuh pretty excited bout that (right now im reading “the seven husbands of evelyn hugo” and so far 🤌🏻)

besides the fiction books, i also found some good linguistic books that can come in handy whilst im preparing for university next year n.n

besides the reading i've been considering writing some stuff! i always wanted to write my own stories and i think at some point i did and posted them on wattpad but those are long gone (plus they weren’t any good lol) , two (almost three omg) years ago i won a poetry writing contest at school and idk the past few years have made me realize how much I actually enjoy writing and how much stuff I’ve actually written so im thinking on retaking it but i have so many ideas but also a lot of fear, like if i feel like it’s not good I won’t want to finish it (idk why im like this ;((() but gotta give you some credits baby, even tho it hasn’t been that long your work has definitely inspired me a lil to actually do it so, i guess we’ll see 👉🏻👈🏻

but well, a lot of talk about me so, besides writing what’s another thing (or thingS) that you like/enjoy doing? ^^ 💗

thanks for reading, kisses and hugs

-🧸 anon (love uuuu)

mint choco is so good, i will never understand why people compare it to toothpaste 🤢

OMG BOOKS!!! i don't think i've laid my hand on a real book in years, well that's a lie, i definitely did have to read something for school not too long ago; but i don't usually read so you get my point 🤣 i hope your bood is good, let me know some recommendations so maybe i can start reading LMFAO

omgomgomg good luck preparing for uni,,,, it'll be worth it, and good luck hheeheheh <3

BABABABBEEBBE do not stress with writing; it's okay to think it's bad, hell i even think some of my work is bad i just post it anyways because i know someone out there might like it; and don't even get me started on wattpad!!! i used to have an account (i still do) with some pretty awful stories; they're still up, yes you can find them! they didn't do bad with engagement... some actually did pretty well, but reading back on them god they are HORRIBLE! wattpad is like the beginning of an era for a lot of writes! i believe in you, and if you do ever end up writing anything i'll be your first reader and supporter heh...

besides writing i do like to play games, like valorant and sims (sometimes i even play fortnite LMFAO) i also just like going out for a drive occasionally but these gas prices, oh naur

xoxo <3 ilysm 🧸

#🧸junthusiastanon #teddy 🧸#🧸 anon #🧸#junthusiast!asks #junthusiast #junthusiast!anon #junthusiast!thoughts #thanks anon!#anon submission

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coles-scythe · 10 months

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Very very rough WIP of my man 2D for a redraw of a redraw of a screenshot of a virtual live performance. Sharing on here bc I don't want this to get much attention and I wanna gush about him a lil. Old art + screenshot and f/o gushing under the cut.

AAAA the improvement from the sketch alone holy cowwww. The drawing is August of 2019, so nearly 4 years ago. Very excited to finish this one, hopefully I can tomorrow.

Anyways-- I wanna talk about my history of listening to Gorillaz and my slowburn crush on 2D. Plus a little of what I've figured out about my S/I.

2D is one of my older F/Os by technicality. I never actively self shipped with him until recently, but I've had that big crush on him since I was a freshman in high school. So around 2016/17. I was vaguely aware of Gorillaz before then, but only because my cousins had shown me two different music videos. One of Clint Eastwood, and the other of Devil Inside by Slipknot. Watching those back-to-back + having a phobia of eyes did not turn out well and for the longest time I was terrified of 2D because my cousins told me he didn't have eyes at all. I later learned from a friend I met in my freshman year that isn't entirely true, his eyes just have eight ball fractures and are drawn to look like they're gone. I had also apparently confused the Slipknot music I had heard for the Clint Eastwood video, so that friend made me watch the video again with them and I realized I actually really like the song lol. From there I fell down the whole rabbit whole for Gorillaz and 2D quickly became one of my favs. Russell is sorta still my fav because I'm biased towards drummers, but Stu is a very close second LOL. I read a bunch of fanfiction, mainly X Readers of him on Wattpad. Fun fact, this is also around the time I started seriously questioning my gender, and started reading/writing male readers to explore those feelings lol.

So then I listened to their music and doodled them occasionaly when I was first starting art in my sophomore year, but I didn't really get involved in the fandom or anything besides reading fanfiction on Wattpad. 2017 was peak for me since they dropped Saturnz Barz after years of silence from Plastic Beach. Despite all the new music I was constantly listening to, my mini-hyperfixation on the bad quickly faded. Two years passed before I realized it, it was suddenly 2019 and I was a fresh high school graduate with a massive hyperfixation on Splatoon. Phase 5 had concluded a few months prior and my brain decided it was a great time to have a little redux of my Gorillaz hyperfixation.

I started drawing them, mainly 2D, more often and got very into the fandom on Insta and Tumblr. Met some pretty chill people, a few of whom I'm still mutuals with on my main :D!! But the entire time, I was still in my "self ship is cringe" phase and kinda ignored anything I was feeling towards 2D. I was still reading and contemplating making my own X Reader fics of him on Wattpad, but that was all irrelevant to me I guess. Eventually that hyperifxation on them passed and I returned to my regularly scheduled Splatoon hyperfix.

Fast forward to another year later in 2020 and into 2021, I finally embraced my cringe and started self shipping again for the first time since I was like 9. First with Erik from Dragon Quest, then several Persona characters (most importantly Adachi lol), then Happy Chaos, and I've been jumping around from crush to crush I've had since I was a kid. Very good for the soul, 10/10 would reccomend reconnecting with childhood F/Os lol. As of a few months ago I starting thinking of 2D as a potential F/O before officially naming him a romantic F/O!!

All this time I've been tossing around different ideas for a self insert, but haven't really explored it until I named him my F/O. I'm still figuring that stuff out, but I at least know they knew each other before D-Day! Not too sure about Phase 1 stuff, but I do know they'll reappear in Stu's life during the band's break between Phases 1 and 2 and maybe they start dating each other by the time Phase 2 does roll around OwO. And then my insert also gets kidnapped by Murdoc and gets shipped off to Plastic Beach with 2D. They become the stand-in drummer for the band while Russ is MIA. Then for Phase 4 and beyond? I have no idea lol.

Sorry for just rambling about this, but I like sharing the origin stories for my F/Os and 2D is one of those that has a very long and somewhat complicated story. I've liked him a lot since I really got into the band's music, but I was so absorbed into cringe culture and avoiding being called cringe that I just ignored any potential story I could tell between us. Plus all the gender dysphoria and less than stellar reactions I got from my friends didn't exactly help matters lol. But I'm no longer an egg, those unsupportive friends are out of my life, and I am cringe and I am free babey!!!

#self ship #my art #my wips #not censoring names bc im too tired aaaa #so if this breaks containment then DO NOT PERCIEVE ME PLEASE #also if this has any spelling or grammar errors i donut care im too tired #💙 Revolving Doors

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teenage dirtbag [three] // wanda maximoff

summary: Wanda's boyfriend continues to be an aggravation in your life, causing some distance between you and Wanda

warning/s: none

author's note: i really appreciate the feedback you guys gave in the last part – it’s always motivating to read your reactions/comments 🥰

Sorting things out with Wanda made everything return to normal in no time. So much in fact that she decided I was worth inviting to her and her brother's birthday party.

Never in a million years did I expect the most popular girl in our grade to know who I was, let alone invite me to her birthday party, so to say I was surprised was an understatement.

"It's not a big deal if you can't make it," she said when she handed me the invitation in class. "I mean, I'd love it if you could, but yeah, no pressure."

I was in awe, accepting the invite and reading it quickly. It must have been a pretty expensive party if she was giving out special invites, that's for sure.

"You want me to come?" I asked, still unsure whether this was a joke or not.

"Only if you want to," she said quickly, eyes darting around the room and anywhere but at me. "Like I said, you don't have to. It's not a big deal and– I– yeah." She pressed her lips together and stopped rambling, offering me a small smile.

"Thanks," I said quietly, slotting the invite in my notebook. "I'll, er, I'll think about it."

She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear and faced forward, nodding. "Yeah, sure, no rush."

After that awkward conversation, I discovered she'd also invited Y/BF/N, the two of them developing a little friendship the more she'd hung out with me. He didn't mind going, but only wanted to do so if I went.

"I feel like I kinda don't wanna go," I admitted to him after school as we were studying in the library.

"Oh?" He rose an eyebrow. "And why's that?"

I played with the pencil in my hand. "I don't know, it's just– it's gonna be full of all of her other friends. And they don't really like me. Plus, her dick of a boyfriend is gonna be there. I just think she might have invited me to be nice. Like she might have felt like she had to because we sit together, y'know?"

"I think you know that isn't true," he said knowingly. "Maybe, just maybe, she actually wants us there, wants you there, to celebrate her birthday."

I chewed the inside of my mouth, giving it some thought. But the idea of going to Wanda's house party and seeing a bunch of people I didn't care about getting pissed wasn't comforting. Besides, even if I went, I'd probably see Wanda once before she'd get scooped away by Nate. What was the point?

"Nah, I don't think I'm going," I decided. "She won't notice. I'll just get her a present instead."

Y/BF/N sighed, clearly not impressed with my answer. Nonetheless, he said, "Okay, suit yourself."

"You can go if you want," I added, knowing his presence wasn't linked with mine.

"No Y/N, no party," he said with a dismissive shrug, and I couldn't help but smile.

"Such a good friend," I said teasingly, but there was truth to my words. And I knew he knew that.

When I saw photos and videos of Wanda and Pietro's party all over my social media the day after, I knew I'd made the right choice in not going. It was the same visuals of everyone getting drunk, doing stupid shit and making a mess. Call me a loser, but that wasn't really my scene. Pietro and Wanda both seemed to enjoy it though, judging from the pictures.

Instead, I bought her a birthday present, knowing I didn't have to but I kind of wanted to, and planned to give it to her when she turned up to class. It was her birthday today, despite throwing the party over the weekend, so I hoped it would make up for my absence (thought I doubted she noticed).

She showed up and settled beside me as I was writing the date in my notebook, making me look up to see she'd made an extra effort to dress up for her birthday, looking fancier than usual. I couldn't help but smile at the giant '18' birthday badge pinned to her jacket.

"Happy birthday, Wanda," was the first thing I said when I saw her. "You look amazing."

A bashful smile appeared on her lips. "Thank you, Y/N."

"I hope your party went well," I said, giving her my full attention whilst trying not to drool over how beautiful she looked.

Surprisingly, her smile faded and her eyebrows knitted together. "Yeah, it did... could you not make it? I tried looking for you and– yeah..."

I opened my mouth to speak, admittedly a little embarrassed that she'd caught me out. I was sure she wouldn't notice – the pictures made it seem like there were loads of guests, I'd definitely have blended in if I were there – but clearly I was mistaken.

"I just thought–" she began, before shaking her head. "Never mind."

"Sorry, I thought–" I started, but like her, didn't know what to say. "Parties aren't my thing," I admitted truthfully. "But it looked fun. You enjoyed it, right?"

She nodded, a small forced smile on her lips. "Yeah, right. It's cool. No biggie."

I swallowed awkwardly. It seemed like a biggie and now I felt bad.

"I, er, got you a gift," I blurted, hoping to change the subject. Reaching into my backpack, I pulled out the terribly wrapped present and held it out nervously. "I hope you, er, like it."

Her eyebrows raised as her eyes flickered between the present and I. "Oh? You didn't have to. I wasn't expecting anything."

Was it hot in here or was it just me?

I pulled my collar away from my neck, hoping to circulate some air. "I wanted to. It's not a big deal."

She accepted the gift, fingers brushing mine and making me even more nervous, before opening it up. Her eyes sparkled with delight as she revealed a brand new leather paintbrush carry case.

"The one you always carry around is tattered and falling apart, so I thought I'd get you a new one," I explained, feeling like I had to. "I mean, unless the other one has some sort of sentimental value, then in that case, I can just return this."

"Are you kidding? I love it!" she exclaimed, looking to me with a grin. "It's beautiful, Y/N. I don't even know what else to say."

My shoulders relaxed, a relieved smile tugging at my lips. "Good. Th-that's good. I'm glad you like it."

Without warning, she moved forward off her stool and wrapped her arms around my shoulders, pulling me in for a hug. I was startled, unable to think straight with her body pressed so close to mine and her floral perfume wafting into my nose. Why did she have to smell so good?

"Thank you," she muttered, pulling away but not quite letting go. Her eyes were glowing as they watched me carefully, accompanying her weak-in-the-knees smile. I was sure I'd melt. "It means a lot."

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak for fear I'd say something stupid. I resisted the urge to look down at her lips, which were pulled into a small, appreciative smile. She let go of me, looking to the case again and unravelling it. I caught my breath meanwhile, my senses still on override as her perfume lingered.

She was just so damn beautiful.

—

"Okay, how about this – robotic or organic aliens. Which would you rather invade our planet?" Y/BF/N asked.

I chuckled at his question. "Definitely haven't thought about that one, but let's see..."

We were hanging in the bleachers out near the football field as we waited for football practice to end. Y/BF/N had a Film project to do and needed to film the field, so I offered to help like the good friend I was.

"Probably organic," I answered as I balanced on the bleachers, standing up and tiptoeing down them like steps. "At least we could reason with them if they tried to kill us because they'd have a conscience. Robotic aliens would just be programmed to take over and that's it."

Y/BF/N seemed against the idea as he played with his camera. "Yeah, but if they were robotic, all we'd have to do is launch a missile at them and they'd explode. You can break metal. It's harder to break organic matter."

I stifled a laugh. "You've given this much thought, I see."

He gave me a knowing look. "You telling me you don't think aliens exist?"

I stopped tiptoeing and stood still as I looked down at him with humoured eyes. "You know I know aliens exist."

He waved his hand like that was enough reasoning. "There you go then!"

I laughed, wondering how he thought of this stuff, then continued to balance as I walked down the bleachers. Probably the wrong choice as when I heard a voice call me, I looked up, saw it was Wanda, then proceeded to miss a step and fall onto my arse.

"Oh God, Y/N, are you okay?" she asked, moving forward to help me.

My face heated up as Y/BF/N laughed his arse off beside me. I accepted Wanda's hand and let her pull me up, before letting go immediately when I could handle it myself. Her presence always made me nervous, but this was just terrible.

"Yeah, I'm good," I said, glancing at her and freezing at her piercing gaze and suppressed smile.

"You sure?" she asked, glancing at Y/BF/N, before trying to hide her own laughter.

Fuck me, why was I such a mess whenever she was around?

"Very sure," I said, though my back began to ache from where I hit it. "What's up, anyway?"

Y/BF/N finally shut up, to my relief, and Wanda minimised her laughter before scratching her head.

"I'm waiting for practice to end so I can take Pietro home," she said, nodding to the field. "I saw you both sat here and thought I'd say hi. Are you guys watching practice?"

"Not really," I answered, before tilting my head to Y/BF/N. "We're just waiting for it to end so Y/BF/N can film for his project."

"Ooh, that sounds interesting," she said, intrigued and looking to him now. "What's that about?"

As he caught her up on it, I found myself checking Wanda out without realising. She was animated as she listened to Y/BF/N talk about his assignment, eyes giving him all of her attention, and a permanent smile was fixed on her lips as she listened to him. Though it wasn't directed at me, I felt butterflies swirling a storm in my stomach and clutched it, hoping they'd go away. I loved and hated the feeling all at once.

Breaking me from my reverie, a football flew past all three of us and hit the bleachers, startling us all. We looked in the direction it came from and saw the football team looking back at us, some laughing and some disgruntled. Two players ran towards us and when they got close enough, I made them out as Pietro and Nate.

Nate was laughing as he looked between us all, before his gaze fell on me. "It's Y/N, right? I feel like I'm always throwing that thing at you. Sorry about that."

But his constant laughing and lack of guilt refuted his words. I merely clenched my jaw and narrowed my eyes his way, not that he seemed to care nor notice. I was a mere fly in a world that revolved around him. He'd never notice.

"Babe, I'm sorry, I didn't even know you were over here," he added, looking to Wanda. "You okay?"

Wanda crossed her arms and seemed frustrated. "I'm fine, Nate. Just get your ball."

He shrugged and grabbed his ball. Before leaving, he pressed a kiss to Wanda's cheek which made me wince, but she made no attempt in enjoying it. He didn't seem to care as he took off running back to his team. Pietro smiled apologetically at the three of us.

"I'm sorry," he said genuinely. "He can be such a dick sometimes."

That was the understatement of the century.

With that, he turned and ran back to his team to finish up. Wanda sighed, running a hand through her hair, as Y/BF/N and I exchanged glances.

"I should get the car running," she said awkwardly, pointing a thumb over her shoulder and towards the car park. "Good luck with your assignment, Y/BF/N. And I'll see you tomorrow, Y/N."

Waving goodbye with an awkward smile, I watched her leave and wondered the same thing I always did whenever Nate decided to make an appearance in my life.

How could she be dating such a dick?

—

Apart from the birthday party I didn't go to, I'd never been invited (or had a reason to go) to Wanda's house. I'd seen it, rode my bike past it, but never actually been in it. So, when she invited me to her place to work on a project we'd been assigned in class, I was unsure how to feel. She was adamant though and I had no reason to say no, so the only thing left to do was say yes. Even when she offered to drive me there after school.

"This is your car?" I asked with disbelief.

I knew absolutely nothing about cars, but I wasn't blind. Hers was a gorgeous deep red colour with a convertible roof that was currently lowered so anyone in it would feel the sun on their back and wind in their hair.

"Yeah, you like it?" she asked as she got into the driver's seat.

I gulped and sat in the passenger's seat, throwing my backpack at my feet. "It's so nice. You sure you don't mind me drinking in this?"

I had a Pepsi bottle in my hand and was deathly afraid of opening it now in case I spilt it and the cleaning bill would be more than I made in a year at the pizza parlour.

She laughed, already pulling out of the car park. "Of course. Don't be silly."

I glanced in her direction, trying not to get distracted by how good she looked in the driver's seat. She was wearing a red leather jacket, funnily enough, matching the exterior of her car, and she had dark eyeliner around her eyes, accentuating the shape and colour of them and leaving me speechless whenever she looked my way.

"There's CDs in the glove compartment," she was saying as she focused on the road. "Or you can mess around with the radio. It's up to you."

"CDs?" I asked, it piquing my interest. I reached into the glove compartment, adding, "What is this, the 2000s?"

She rolled her eyes playfully, accepting my teasing, as I flicked through the small stack of albums.

"I don't know, I guess I just like having the physical version," she said with a shrug. "It's kind of like a collection."

I chuckled at her need to explain herself, watching the way she rubbed her neck nervously, smiling with embarrassment. Looking back to the albums, a particular one grabbed my attention and I plucked it out with raised brows.

"Oh my God, you like Paramore?" I asked, looking to her with surprise. "Now it's definitely the 2000s."

Her cheeks flushed as she grew flustered. I nudged her in the side gently, getting her attention briefly.

"I'm kidding," I reassured, tilting my head her way playfully. "I actually love Paramore. They're my favourite band."

"Really?" she asked with surprise as I put the CD in her car. I hummed in response, to which she continued, "Have you ever seen them live?"

As For a Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic played quietly in the background, I nodded my head. "Yeah, once. It was a few years ago, but the tickets were shitty and I could just about make them out on stage in the distance."

Wanda laughed, the sound making my heart skip a beat. "No, that's so sad!"

I chuckled in agreement. "Yeah. It was, but oh well. They have a tour coming up this summer, right? Maybe I can get better tickets this time 'round... what about you? Have you ever seen them live?"

She hummed, making a turn at some traffic lights and chewing her lower lip as she focused on doing so. It was definitely the wrong time, but I found myself admiring how attractive it was, especially when her jaw tensed and her defined jawline was on display.

"Yeah, I saw them a few times," she finally responded, pulling me from my stupor. "Some really good seats, some really shitty ones." She giggled at the end, making me smile. "Maybe we could go to that concert in the summer. If you're up for it?"

This seemed like one of those times where you made plans with a friend that you knew would never happen, so to not cause an awkwardness in the conversation, I nodded in agreement.

"Yeah, maybe."

She glanced at me and I mirrored her smile, the flash of excitement in her eyes knocking me breathless.

When we reached her house, I was awestruck at how big it was from the inside. I mean, it looked huge from the outside, but the inside was even better. Her family were rich, I knew that, but this was some other level of rich.

"Here, c'mon, I'll get you a drink, then we can go into the dining room to start," Wanda said, failing to recognise my amazement and instead leading me to the kitchen. "We have tropical juice, apple juice, water, Sprite, Cola... which d'you want?"

I settled at the island, taking a seat and subtly admiring her kitchen. "Er, apple juice is fine with me."

She smiled brightly before pouring me a glass, whilst pouring herself some Sprite. Standing opposite me, we both took a moment to have a drink, but didn't get chance to exchange words as her mum entered the room and noticed me instantly.

"Y/N, it's so lovely to see you again!" she said kindly, patting me on the shoulder before heading to the fridge. "You girls hanging out? Studying?"

"We have a project," Wanda filled in as I nodded in agreement. "We alright to claim the dining room?"

After grabbing some water from the fridge, Wanda's mum pressed a kiss to her daughter's cheek. "Sure thing, sweetie. If you need anything, just let me know." Smiling once more at me, she said, "It's good to see you, Y/N."

"You too," I said with a friendly smile before she left.

"Come on," Wanda said, motioning for me to follow. "We have tons to do."

The next hour and a half was spent with Wanda and I planning out our project, our work sprawled along the dining table messily. We were making progress, until she got a call suddenly. It seemed serious as she gave me an apologetic glance and excused herself. I let her go and leaned back in my seat, wondering what I could do as I waited for her to return. That thought was resolved quite quickly when Pietro popped his head in the doorway and spotted me.

"Y/N! What an honour to welcome you to our humble abode," he exclaimed, entering the room fully. "What brings you here?"

Pietro's presence always brought an amused smile to my lips. "Wanda and I are working on a Chemistry project. She's just nipped out for a phone call."

He tutted dramatically, crossing his arms. "Well, well, well. We can't have that! Wanda needs to learn to entertain her guests. C'mon. I was about to head to the gaming room and could use the company."

I was visibly surprised. "You have a gaming room? Dude, that's awesome!"

He laughed. "C'mon."

Joining Pietro, the two of us headed to this so-called gaming room and I was not disappointed. There was a huge TV with a PlayStation and Nintendo Switch connected to it, a snooker table, a foosball table, a dart board, some old arcade games – it was amazing, any gamer's biggest dream.

"What you feeling, princess?" he said with that flirtatious smile of his.

I rolled my eyes playfully. He was being overtly flirty, more so than his sister was – was it a Maximoff personality trait or something? – and I wasn't sure whether he meant it or was just being his usual self.

"Are you flirting?" I deadpanned, tilting my head curiously. "I can't tell."

He pocketed his hands, swinging back on the heels of his feet. "That depends. Is it working?"

Despite my lack of interest in him like that, I felt my face heat up at the attention. "Pietro, I must tell you that any moves you attempt to make kind of won't work."

"And why's that?" he asked, sitting on the edge of the snooker table with a cheeky smile on his lips. "Am I not your type?"

"Unless you change into a girl, then no," I played along, making him flush with embarrassment. "Hate to break it to you, but I'm gay."

"Okay, I guess that makes sense," he mumbled to himself, before sighing and meeting my eyes. "We can still be friends, right? Or is that forbidden since you're already friends with my sister?"

I laughed and approached him. "Friends works. I don't think Wanda will care. I certainly don't."

He grinned. "Awesome! Well, d'you wanna play a round of foosball?"

"Sure," I said with an amused expression. "Bet I can kick your arse."

He pushed himself off the table and feigned surprise. "Oh? Game on, Y/L/N."

I didn't realise how long Wanda had been on the phone until I managed to get through three rounds of foosball and was in the middle of a snooker game with Pietro.

"You may have beat me at foosball, but you're terrible at this," he pointed out with stifled laughter.

I'd missed my third shot and it was more funny than it was embarrassing.

"Your talking distracts me," I said dismissively, before lining up the next shot with my cue.

He watched as I tried to take my shot before sighing loudly. I glanced at him with a quirked brow.

"You have a thought you'd like to share?" I asked playfully.

He hesitated, moving forward to correct my posture. "Look, if you just aim it like this–"

"Don't even think about it, Romeo," I said jokingly, standing up straight and pushing him away gently. "I know what you're thinking."

He laughed. "What? I was just going to help you aim!"

I gave him a knowing look. "So holding me close is just a bonus?"

"Fine, take your shot without my help and see what happens," he said dismissively, waving his hand.

"I'll do just that," I said with confidence, before bending down and taking my shot. The ball hit the other and neither were pocketed, which was an achievement as I'd got the cue ball in several times before, but still pretty shit as I didn't score any points.

Pietro smiled with satisfaction, leaning on his cue. "You happy with that?"

I held in a laugh as I looked to him. "Shut up."

He chuckled before bumping me out the way. "Now for the professional."

Bending down to take his shot, he pulled back his cue before hitting the balls. They rolled around on the table and one ball was about to go in, but I quickly grabbed it before he could get the point.

"Y/N!" he shouted between laughter. "That's cheating!"

"Technically we didn't establish rules," I pointed out, before moving backwards as he tried to grab it from my hand. "What do you say to calling it a draw and playing something else?"

"I say that's a childish way to admit you've lost," he responded, before moving forward quickly. I dodged his attempt and he pursed his lips. "Y/N."

"Pietro."

He smirked. "Seriously?"

I grinned.

He tried to grab it again and ended up chasing me around the room as I avoided giving in. Taking the piss out of Y/BF/N enough times had prepared me for moments like this, so I was able to avoid Pietro long enough to run into whoever walked through the door.

"Shit, Wanda, I'm sorry," I said between laughter, steadying both me and her.

She smiled with confusion, about to speak, but Pietro caught up to me and lifted me up, throwing me onto the couch before I could protest.

"No more cheating," he said sternly, as I lifted my head from the pile of cushions on the couch to look up at him.

"You're an arse," I said, pushing myself up off the couch.

"And you're a sore loser!"

We had a mini staring competition before the two of erupted into laughter.

"You're not half bad, Pietro," I complimented as he helped me up.

"Thank you, princess," he said, the flirtatious smile on his lips again.

I shoved him in the shoulder playfully before looking to Wanda, who was chewing on her lip as she looked between Pietro and I with an unreadable expression.

"So, what prompted you to leave Y/N alone for an hour?" Pietro asked, wrapping an arm around my shoulder, making me shove him away. He grinned at me before looking to Wanda.

"Nate called," Wanda responded carefully, arms crossed as she continued to look between us. God, I hoped she didn't think Pietro and I liked each other. That would be embarrassing.

Pietro scoffed from beside me, making Wanda sigh with annoyance.

"Don't start, Piet," she said and gave him a look which he seemed to understand.

By the sounds of it, Pietro didn't seem to like Wanda's dick of a boyfriend either. That was strange since wasn't impressing the brother the first part of being in a relationship with someone? And they were on the same football team, so I figured he'd at least tolerate him.

"Are we alright to get back to studying?" Wanda asked, directing her stare to me. The annoyance she held for Pietro was still present in her eyes and I suddenly felt nervous when she looked my way.

"Yeah, of course," I said, before giving Pietro a half-smile. "Rematch at snooker next time. Sound good?"

"Try to keep the balls on the table and we'll see," he teased, before nodding to Wanda. "You should get back to your project before Wanda kills us both with her deadly glare."

I smiled awkwardly, looking back to Wanda as she was indeed glaring at her brother. Clearly there was some sibling rivalry going on here, and I definitely didn't want to get in the middle of it, so I headed to Wanda, signalling I was ready to leave.

The two of us headed back to the dining room in an uncomfortable silence. I felt like I'd done something wrong and she was giving me the silent treatment which was strange. Then I figured it was probably something with Nate that made her annoyed, so didn't question it too much.

We sat back down and I looked at what we'd done so far to try and pick up where we left off, but then she spoke out of the blue, taking me by surprise.

"Do you like my brother?"

It was so abrupt that I took a moment to acknowledge it, blinking. "What?"

"Pietro," she clarified, saying it with such dismissiveness like it wasn't a big deal. Her attention was on the books before us as she continued, "Do you like him?"

I tried not to laugh as I shook my head. "No, Wanda. I mean, don't get me wrong, he's a great guy. But yeah, no, I don't like him like that."

She chewed her lip, nodding, but I swear I saw a hint of a smile on her lips. I hoped it wasn't the thought of Pietro and I that made her annoyed. I wasn't that bad, was I? I know she cared about her brother and was probably overprotective, but me being his girlfriend couldn't have been that bad, right?

We got back to work in no time, getting a lot done. I didn't realise how late it was getting until Wanda's mum poked her head in, asking if I wanted to stay for dinner.

"Dinner?" I asked, eyebrows raising with surprise. I checked my watch and realised how long I'd been here. "Damn, maybe I should head back."

"Nonsense, you must stay," her mum insisted. "Y/M/N won't mind. A daughter of hers is a daughter of mine."

"You can even sleepover if you want," Wanda offered, and I almost choked on my own spit. "It's getting pretty late."

I shook my head, forcing a small smile so they wouldn't get offended. "Honestly, it's fine. I can head back."

"Please?" Wanda asked with a hopeful expression. "It's the least I can do. I kinda wasted your time for an hour earlier..."

"I should ask my mum," I said, chewing on the inside of my mouth.

"Oh, I'll ring and let her know," Wanda's mum said breezily, before looking to Wanda. "D'you think you can clear your things up? Your brother is gonna set the table."

"Sure, mum." Wanda smiled her way as she left, before looking to me. "I've got clothes and a spare toothbrush you can use tonight."

I smiled awkwardly, nodding. Sleeping over at my crush's house wasn't how I thought I'd be spending my Wednesday evening, yet here we were.

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drippingmoon · 2 years

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a 2021 year of writing

First of all, many thanks to @ecwrenn for hosting this lovely event 🥰 this will be my piece, and I'm looking forward to hearing from you and other writers too.

First bits are always the hardest to accomplish, whether it be tumblring or writing. This was no exception 🤣 but also as it happens, it always gets much easier later on.

This will mostly be me ranting, expressing some gratitude, sharing some facts and all in all babbling haha. I even put a checkpoint somewhere in here. Hope it's enjoyable enough to read 😊

It was my most productive year, writing-wise. Perhaps it is because I joined tumblr, but I was actually able to focus on my wip in the long months between summers, and my enthusiasms for it never waned (as might be obvious from my word vomits🤣, this included).

I write only during summer, for university-related reasons. Or at least that's what I call them. I'm pretty adept at finding polite excuses for not writing, but at the end of the day, that's a bad habit I can't shake off. So it was probably my fault that my last wip, The Snow Spirit, ended up discarded after it burned me out so bad I thought I'd never write again. I often ended up forgetting about my writing and what I wanted from it, and... it damaged everything, when I went back to it. Like if I can set it aside for almost a whole year and not sparsely look back on it, was I even a writer anymore?

Anyway, things changed. My relationship with 'quiv is much different than what it was with Spirit. It's much easier to write, considering that it's fully indulgent and the exciting plot beats come sooner rather than later when my enthusiasm has slipped.

So, it wasn't the case here. What with the tag games, getting in touch with you, seeing your enthusiasm for your projects and in turn reminding me of my own... I have a lot to thank you all for 🥰 for this year to have turned out this well, I'm very grateful for you all.

So last year, in the early months of autumn, before I joined the writeblr community, I was finishing the first draft of Aquiver, Aglow, which some of you might now as my main and only wip.

January/February

...I don't actually remember when I joined hahaha. Those two months look the same to me. And also, my life at the time hadn't been the happiest. Actually, until late May my memories are all jumbled, so I'm also using this event as a chance to straighten some stuff out. I might mix up things, I might've forgotten. I hope not.

I didn't know what I expected when I joined the community 🤣 I just knew I needed to get in touch with other writers to get my mind off stuff. I was very lucky at the time to have been received very warmly by some special people. I owe you a lot and if you're reading this, I hope you know who you are ❤ I've never been as grateful to discover a community as when I talked to you.

To be honest, tumblr wasn't my first attempt at doing so. I'd actually been active on Wattpad for some years before the adds thing came on, and it didn't go too well. It was also an attempt to see if I could survive on social media without it making me feel actively worse about writing in general. Needless to say, it went incredibly well 🥰

*For reference, some of my longest comments back then had been to ask if: 1. my mother tongue was English and 2. was I going to add romance because my plot was missing it. The answers were no and no, and though that's beside the point, I felt like getting this off my chest. It was incredibly disheartening back then to finally receive feedback and have it be of that nature, but whatever.

One thing I've observed, it's kind of a writerly rite of passage for everyone to start believing more in their writing and themselves, than random comments. It's a shaky foundation, but I'm also proud of myself for not being dependant on approval as I was back then. I honestly love writing, and will keep doing so even if maybe someday I'll get my wip roasted via anon or something 🤣

Chazzawrites challenge

Okay, I'm 90% positive this took place in February 🤣 but I wouldn't swear on it. I was also a lurker back then.

It was also when I first properly started interacting with you guys. For this reason alone, because I know how many things can be changed during events, I've planned on never missing out on one.

For those who can't remember or haven't participated, it was your typical 31-day-long challenge, whereby we had to answer to one writing-related question per day. Sometimes it wasn't easy to keep up, as some questions went into the rambling realm of introduce a wip or what's your favorite part of writing or how do you relate to writing action, description, dialogue, or something along those lines.

While it was very fun to answer all those questions, there wasn't much interaction, especially between people who weren't mutuals. That is, until towards the end of the event. When we had to tag a favorite writeblr, and explain why.

Then someone simply decided to write what many of us were thinking. That yeah, what was the point of one such question if one of writeblr's main problem was that people tended to keep to their closed off cliques, and even if it was an open event, no one really came to know another? I have to say, when it turned into general appreciation, outright skipping and actually having people pop up in the comments, it felt like something was changing, moving, and I was there to witness it.

It wasn't that grand, but you felt the spark, and it was incredible. Suddenly you felt you had common ground with those people, and it wasn't as hard to reach out anymore. There were only a few days left, but it those few days I made my first row of mutuals that I'll never forget ❤

And, somehow, it'd also proven to me yet again that, most people are waiting or maybe secretly hoping for the other to make the first move. Everyone likes being surprised, especially with heartfelt feedback. And it's not that terrifying to be the one to make the first step.

After all, how many times have I found myself smiling so hard my cheeks hurt because a writeblr I'd never interacted with before chose to send me a message, or a reblog.

(Which reminds me, if by the end of this or anytime during you wanna scream at me or ask something, this is me encouraging you to.)

I stopped lurking after that 🤣

Underwing challenge

This took place in April. I simply did tag games and asks till then haha, no point in bothering you with that. And I can honestly say I've been very lucky to be able to participate. Once more I met some incredible people, and saw again some very dear others I'd befriended in the previous challenge.

I was one of the adopters, so I asked people questions on a kinda daily basis. This was very helpful, I can say it's taught me quite a bit because at one point I was making up questions I would've never thought about otherwise. And seeing the angles from where others tackled the issues, getting to see them gush over their writing, world and characters... it was one of the most beautiful experiences I've ever had 🥺

My only regret is that I didn't also participate as an adoptee. Would've been thrilled to answer those questions too 🤣 but then again, I wouldn't have had as much time to ask, so it is what it is. Some incredibly kind people went rogue anyway and made my day by popping up in my askbox 🥰

Once again, if you happen to be reading this, I'm eternally grateful to you ❤

I don't think it will see a revival this year, but in case it does, I don't have to think twice about it to know I'll be on board.

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The summer months

(Doing one of them commercial breaks. You're halfway through! What to bribe you with... ah yes, there's a cat gif at the end 😊 cheering you on)

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This is where things get a bit long (as if they hadn't already been hahaha). So, what happened? Last summer, I managed to finish draft 2 of Aquiver, Aglow (lemme bask in that victory some more...

...there we go. Basking complete 🤣) I'd actually wanted to finish a draft 3 too, but, uh, things got a bit too long. Many changes to the story took place, but that was kinda to be expected, since I threw in every single idea I'd had over the years. At one point I was very exhausted because it only kept getting longer, and I stuck to my plan of writing one chapter a night no matter what.

*It was practically hell in some days when I kept churning out words and they were all the wrong words and I kept comparing it to my first draft and lookee, you've really managed to make it much worse.

(Now, months later and with a clear, rested head, it's not that tragic anymore 🤣 but yeah, talk about things falling short of expectations. Good thing I can't remember what they were anymore^^ 🤣)

But to see the end result, and how things added up, how some unexpectedly ended up being better than I'd imagined, it was very much worth it ❤ I love writing so much I don't have enough words to express it 🥺🥰🥰

As some sort of confession, I actually started writing 'quiv as a dedication to someone very dear. Also as a way of mentally preparing myself for some things to come. Naturally, it's much changed since its early days, but it'll never forget those roots. So when I'm joking that it's my no-plot-only-feels wip, I'm also talking about how, in it, I wanna safekeep some sentiments and ideas that are pretty precious to me. And as a tribute.

Oh, oh, and one unexpected development, was that I actually wrote the lullaby I'd planned on tackling separately. I cried while writing it, and it's got more plot in it than my entire wip 🤣 it's obviously in much need of rework since: 1. I've never written a lullaby or anything in song/poem format before lol 2. it was still out of its cradle before its time...

But it means a lot to me. And since I'm also writing this and I suddenly got the urge to share the idea behind it, even if it's somewhat of a spoiler. Sometimes I don't care about that haha

So it's called Statue On Your Brow. Not a very traditional or clear name for a lullaby, I know 🤣 but the idea behind it is this:

There's a statue in a graveyard, or anywhere. That statue rests on someone's grave, perhaps on cold earth, separating the departed, beloved one from the mourner by a few feet of dirt. And this statue, the mourner's brought to resemble the one who's currently resting in the afterlife.

But it's not meant to represent the one who's dead. Even if it has their shape, it's not them. It could never be. It's the one who keeps visiting the grave, it's the shape of all their aching feelings which want to see them again, which desperately want to fold themselves into the shape of them.

The statue is there, on their brow, to keep them company. For all the hours in which the mourner can't sit by the grave, can't hold them. Can't weep for them. In all those hours, the statue of the mourner shall keep them company, if they're beneath. If they're not, it's still an eternal reminder that they're missed, they're beloved.

Whew. This was... something to write. I had to take a break after writing this, and my fingers are still shaking a little. It means a lot to me, and I only hope to do it justice in one way or another, when I arrive to its final form. It's not the only lullaby in 'quiv, but it's by far my most beloved.

Oh yeah, lullabies. Why that chosen form of song 🤣 well, because they're all aimed at the dead, and come from mourners. And they all wish their loved ones to rest well.

To depart a little from this subject, I also have another dedication to make. To that one lovely person who sent me an entire playlist and basically boosted my whole progress towards the end, you've helped out so much back then ❤❤

*Also. For the record. So there was this song, with a great soundtrack, light but expressive, perfect for my scenes at the time. Yet I innocently pay attention to the lyrics for the first time, and realize how expressively christian they were and oh my gods my best friend was laughing so much it was making me laugh, I barely got the chapter finished that night. It's one of our favorite stories now. That my non-religious ass had been passionately replaying this song going 'it's all about you Jesus, it's all about you God'. While my face was:

*But yeah, I was asking for it since I somehow decided to write about angels and also touching the subject of (some form of) religion. Now I'm told I write Bible fic 🤣

After that, my writing progress petered out. This was to be expected haha, the summer ended. I think I managed to get 50k worth of notes (draft 2 was 200k), but again, I wouldn't swear on that and it's not important.

Except that I got so many ideas I wanna test out

Autumn

Mostly I got a bit too busy. Posted tag games now and then, but my newest format is of posting an excerpt every weekend. I'll be taking a break on this too after this week, since I'll get started on reading my draft, which I absolutely can't wait for 🥰

My plans looked a little different in the beginning. After finishing draft 2, I wanted to go back to Wattpad and post it on there whilst editing to speed the process up a little. But after the recent changes, yeah, no chance.

So I'm doing my thing again and I'll be fully rewriting it this summer once more, since I can. And I'm also waiting to see if maybe some new, better writing website pops into existence.

I really wanted to see how it'd fare on Wattpad and use it as a sort of beta reading, but I'll see what I'll do about that. Any kind of talk about publishing just puts a damper on my spirits, so I'm not in a hurry to sort things out.

I'm also very much hoping I can conclude the drafting process with draft 3, and I'll finally be getting to the editing stage and slowly making my way to the final version ❤ but that's still a distant dream.

And those are also my hopes for this year. That by the end, I'll be able to write that dedication that's been weighing on my mind ever since I began. That would make me happy.

Wrapping up

If you've made it this far, your patience is pretty incredible haha<3 but huh, this was actually incredibly cathartic to write. I was expecting it, but it's a very sweet feeling to see it bear fruit.

Now I'm going do address some stuff from Aye's list since I, uh, ended up kinda meandering as I tend to do.

Works in progress count: just one. Aquiver, Aglow, which I've been talking about endlessly hahaha, I love it that much. I don't think there's a point in my adding a summary here, since I have the intro pinned to my blog (which I've reworked by the way)

(Yeah, basically evil angels have wiped off most of humankind. One of them tries to figure out what to do with the remains of the world, while having her beliefs slowly changed by a human child, whose love catches her unawares)

Okay, I could probably add Icy Penumbra, my next series about one misguided touch wizard who made a deal with a dragon and they both wanna end the world.

Unluckily for the main character who's got to stop them, they're also the politest company he's been around in years. It also doesn't help that Ptarmigan's the one who blinded Asp and tries to keep that a secret, and he was also the previous Haw to Diahra, who also blinded him in one eye.

That's because, to make a contract with Diahra, one must promise him a lie they'll strive to make reality. And Ptarmigan was the first to fulfill his lie. It's brought him nothing but guilt and grief.

For reference, Asp's current lie is to free Diahra. As he's currently the last dragon alive, forever chasing the sun to stave off the curse that killed his kind. A curse of frost spreading over their wings, encasing them in ice and having them plummet to the earth and shatter.

*If that didn't convince you, how do trenchbards sound, cartographers of the rifts and trenches at the end of the world, because it's very much flat, and many other quirky worldbuilding stuff I'm very excited about?

I, uh, have it pretty much planned out, for once. Well, generally. Which is more than I can say for all of my other wips, 'quiv included, which still doesn't have an outline. Yay me 🤣

NaNo: haven't participated, not my thing. Tried it once, it kicked my ass lol. But I love cheering you guys on<3

Reading and book recs: to my eternal shame, since I got started on 'quiv, I haven't read that much, or, should I say, at all. But my eternally favorite series is The Tawny Man trilogy by Robin Hobb. It meant a lot to me, and the writing style is so deep and rich with the characters' thoughts, I've never meet better developed characters since her books.

I remember the summers when I would read 100 books:') my best years are far behind me, y'all 🥺 plus these days I can't even be bothered to search for books because that takes time and investment and I'd rather think about 'quiv.

But enough with my moaning.

Okay, this actually marks the end of this long... *squints* shopping list salad with everything. Hope you've enjoyed the cat at the top as much as I have:)

I don't have to think much about what I want from now on. To keep interacting with all you beautiful people and discover your incredible thoughts, and slowly finish Aquiver, Aglow.

What more could I want ❤

So see you all next year, too! May you achieve all your writing dreams, and may we all keep enjoying this community we have here ❤

#ayearofwriting #writing thoughts #my original writing #honestly i didn't know what other tags to add #can't believe i managed to write this in one night #if there be typos... eh i've tried my best but what can you expect when you're writing it all on tumblr

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jazzfordshire · 3 years

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fic writer review!

These are fun, thank you for tagging me @hrwinter!

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

36, and every time I see that number I’m surprised

2. What’s your total ao3 word count?

867, 451 holy shit

3. How many fandoms have you written for?

Just supercorp! I am a one OTP at a time kind of girl and supercorp is really the first one to make me so feral that I tried to write my own stories

4. Top 5 fics by kudos?

it feels like the first time (the fact that this is my most kudos’d is honestly hilarious to me but y’all know what you like I suppose)

there’s a big old moon shining down at night (small town au)

but then, my homework was never quite like this (teachers au)

i know you don’t believe (it’s you I’ve waited for) (vampire au)

i believe, you can get me through the night (70s AU)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why/why not?

I used to! I thrive on comments as much as any writer, but there came a point where I couldn’t keep up very well and I took a break from it intending on going back after a week or two – and then I blinked and like 4 months had gone by and the unanswered comments were in the hundreds and I was like WELL I CAN’T GO BACK NOW

So I read and re-read every comment I get but I’m trash and can’t answer any until I clear out the backlog which is now impossible. Classic

6. A fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending

NONE, I don’t do angsty endings ever, I can’t even READ angsty endings without going into a weeks long depression spiral

7. Do you write crossovers?

Just these ones!

8. Ever received hate on a fic?

Definitely.

9. Do you write smut?

I used to be pretty convinced that smut was the only thing I COULD write, to be honest. It took a long time to talk myself into trying anything with significant plot that wasn’t a movie AU, and now I feel like I’m an okay plot writer with weirdly honed smut writing skills. Smut is still my favourite thing to write, though – I usually save it until the end to act as motivation to get me to finish the rest of the fic. I don’t get to write the smut until I’ve eaten my vegetables, lmao

10. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Oh so many times, on Wattpad and on ao3. Frustrating every time it happens.

11. Ever had a fic translated?

Into different languages, yes! I always like when people ask first. I’ve also had fics ‘translated’ based on the Wattpad definition of the word meaning copied verbatim with the names and some context changed ie translated to a new pairing which is not so good

12. Have you ever co-written a fic?

I have not! I’m not sure I would want to tbh, I feel like if I want to write a concept I’ll write it myself and if I don’t I’ll leave it to someone else lmao. I’m more of an independent worker and I had enough of group projects back in university

13. All time fav ship?

supercorp, but swanqueen does pull a pretty close second place.

14. WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Ah jeez I have way too many WIPs lmao and my hopeful heart wants all of them to become fully grown fics one day! So never say never

15. Writing strengths?

Emotion-driven smut, and probably description? The comment I get the most and makes me happy is that my writing flows well/they can picture it like they’re watching a movie so I think that’s probably my strength.

16. Writing weaknesses?

I gloss over things that don’t interest me, which sometimes results in jumping from scene to scene too often. It takes me weeks to write angst because I get too sad. I repeat a lot of turns of phrase, I think, and since I’ve written so much I imagine it’s noticeable if you read a lot of my stuff in a single sitting. And I know I used to use too many adverbs, but that’s something I’ve been working on

17. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in a fic?

I respect when people can do it well, but I’m too paranoid that I would get the translation horribly wrong to do it myself

18. First fandom you wrote for?

This one! I mean technically I scribbled like 4 paragraphs of waffle for Gelphie in a notebook when I was 14 but it never saw the light of day so I don’t know if it counts? It so thoroughly convinced me that I was bad at writing fiction that I didn’t try again until I was 25 and even now I get crippling imposter syndrome lmao so I like to say supercorp

19. What’s your fav fic you’ve written so far?

This is THE HARDEST QUESTION HOW DARE YOU ASK ME

It depends on the aspect of the fic we’re talking about. 70s AU was my first real step into writing something besides movie AUs and smut oneshots, and even though if I wrote it now it would be double the length I’m still really proud of the overall emotional arc of the fic. Knights Tale AU is based on my all time favourite movie, so it has a special place in my heart. Small town AU is so deeply nostalgic for me being based on my hometown that sometimes I read it for comfort. But weirdly the one I’m the most proud and fond of is even the distance feels so near, my weird Morgana/El crossover fic. I was terrified of the concept because it required prose I wasn’t comfortable with and I was worried the emotional beats I wanted to hit wouldn’t come across, but I wrote it because I have a lot of feelings about those two characters and how deeply happy they could make each other and I’m really proud of myself for actually writing it!

I’m not going to tag anyone because I feel like a lot have been tagged already but feel free to do it if you so choose and consider yourself tagged by me

#tag game

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lin-nin · 3 years

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Tribulation & Tenderness - Chapter 6

Ship: Main Technoblade x Reader, some Dream x Reader

Plot: You're a princess in a Kingdom suffering a years long famine. In a desperate attempt to help your people, you accept one simple offer: Marriage to the crown prince of a neighboring kingdom. Anything to help your people survive. Surely it can't be too bad, can it?

Chapter List: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 Disclaimer: Cross-posted on Wattpad (discontinued) and Ao3. This is based off of everyone's CHARACTERS. I do not write fanfic based off the actual people.

Chapter 6: Farewell Gifts

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The morning sun had begun filling your room, sneaking through parted curtains to cover everything in a warm glow. You had been reluctant to stir, a sense of melancholy hanging around you. You knew exactly why that was. You would be leaving tomorrow morning. There was good and bad to it, you supposed. You were introduced to a taste of freedom and new possibilities that came with this marriage. Yet it still meant saying goodbye to everything you knew here.

You slowly turned over in your bed, moving out of it. Might as well start the day, though. Moping wouldn’t get too much accomplished. You padded over towards the window, peering out of it for a few moments. The sun covered the land beyond the castle in a pleasant glow. Nature carried on like nothing was going to happen, and you couldn’t help but huff. You needed to as well. Even as you looked to the horizon, wondering what it held for you. Hopefully a decent life.

You hardly thought too much as you grabbed a dress, sliding it over your body. You didn’t even know what today held for you, either. You would find out after breakfast, though. That’s usually how things went for you. Taking each day as it came. You slid on your shoes, fastening them tightly. Take today one step at a time. Tomorrow would come when it came.

The door to your room creaked quietly as you opened it, being careful to shut it softly. It clicked as it slid into pace, and you rubbed your face. Food would undoubtedly help you get in a better mood. Having your mind busy while you were on an empty stomach was hardly a good idea.

“Good, you’re awake. We’ve got a busy day ahead of us,” A voice called out. You jumped, a startled yelp escaping your lips. You covered your mouth as you sought out the voice, glaring at the owner. Dream was lounging against a wall across from you, and you reached out to shove at him playfully.

“Are you trying to make my soul leave my body?!” A laugh escaped him, though it felt almost tense. Was he still bothered by dinner last night? You didn’t care to mess with it, though. He’d likely get over himself. He usually did.

“Maybe I am. Do I get to keep you here if I do?” He mused as they walked, heading towards the dining hall once again. Like it was a normal morning. You truly wished it was, honestly. Nonetheless, you sighed, head shaking.

“You know I can’t stay, Dream. As much as you want me to. This is a matter bigger than you or I. Besides! I think it’ll be good for me, don’t you think?” You beamed over at him. It seemed like it would do you good, truthfully. It was presenting you with at least one option you had never been offered here: Training. The opportunity to fight and defend yourself. You deserved that much at least, right?

“I think it’ll be dangerous. They’ve never had a good reputation, how do I know you’ll be safe?” He threw back in rebuttal, making you sigh heavily. Always fretted over your wellbeing.

“Techno said it’s not that bad, I have no reason to not believe him.” You settled into your normal spot at the table. Breakfast was much simpler than dinner. The food was already set out, waiting to be eaten. You didn’t waste time, reaching for a few various dishes to eat.

“I beg to differ,” Dream murmured as he also sat, grabbing stuff to eat as well. You rolled your eyes, not in the mood for whatever was with him. He just didn’t like Techno, for whatever reason. Always so protective of you. Though it was reassuring in a weird way.

“Whatever you say. What have you got planned for me today?” You queried instead, eager to change the subject away from your fiancé. You really didn’t want to deal with whatever problem there was with that subject.

“Going out to the markets in town. Make sure there isn’t anything that you need before leaving. Let the people in the capital see you one last time. It’ll probably eat most of your day, though,” He said. That was fine. It sounded like a good plan. You could do with a few things from the market. A few things to remind you of home.

You nodded for a couple of heartbeats, finishing the mouthful of food in your mouth before speaking. “That sounds fine to me. I wouldn’t mind picking up a couple of things to bring along. Oh! Techno! Good morning.” The pink-haired prince had walked into the dining hall when you were speaking to Dream. He settled across from you, glancing briefly to Dream before you.

“Good morning,” he finally returned, causing you to smile. Dream practically brooded beside you as your attention shifted away from him. You just elected to ignore it for the time being. He’d probably be just fine once the both of you were in the market. You were allowed to exchange some words with Techno before heading out for the day, at least.

“Did you sleep well?” You asked, reaching for your cup with a contented hum. He nodded in response, gaze moving to Dream. You warily eyed the pair of them, trying to read whatever silent stand off they seemed to be having. Was it over the whole training thing? Either way, it was ridiculous and you did not want to deal with whatever tension was between them.

Clearing your throat, you attempted conversation once more with a soft, “Did you finish your books?” Techno’s gaze quickly pivoted back to you, seeming to forget about Dream for a few minutes. Good.

“Most of them. I couldn’t finish the last one before I needed to sleep,” He replied. You nodded in acknowledgment. That was impressive, though. It did make you wonder how much he slept. Not like you could tell. Not with that mask on his face.

“Well, you can finish that one today. Dream and I are going out to the market to pick up some things before I leave. I’ll probably spend time with my family after dinner,” You explained. You wiped at your hands, turning to look at Dream and offering him a smile.

“We’ll have plenty of time to talk starting tomorrow,” Techno mused. There was something almost smug in his voice, and you could hear Dream huff beside you. What the hell had happened with them? You weren’t given much time to ponder, as Dream stood up and held a hand towards you.

“Ready?” He asked, and you nodded slightly. You eyed his hand for a few moments, debating on if you should take it. You ultimately did, allowing him to pull you up. You waved towards Techno, offering him a smile. Even as you were nearly hauled away by Dream, you could hear that huff of his that signified laughter. He met your wave with a shake of his head, returning the action all the same.

You were content, despite how quickly Dream was walking. The interactions with Techno were pleasant, and increasingly less awkward. You caught up with Dream, letting go of his hand as you did. “Alright, do you have any specific plans on where to visit?” You questioned, forcing him to slow down.

“Not exactly. I figure we can just walk through the market, see what catches your eye,” He mumbled. You nodded along, finding it fair enough. You didn’t entirely know what you were looking for. So, for that reason, browsing around didn't seem too bad of an idea.

The walk wasn't too long. Slowly the calm path towards the castle morphed into busy streets, teeming with life. The heart of the capital was alive with noise, vendors in their stalls calling to people in the streets. The smell of various foods wafted in the air around you as you walked, a certain type of happiness settling in your chest. It was easy to forget the melancholy that hung around the castle while you were here.

It wasn't too long of wandering before you were noticed. Vendors would excitedly call to you, trying to get you to buy some of their wares. You did always look, complimenting whatever they were selling half the time. From one stand, you purchased a trinket box, the metal heavy in your hands. The sun caught onto the ornate lid, causing the jewels set into it to sparkle. The sides were less flashy, but still well made, with roses carved into the side. It spoke to you, practically, reminding you warmly of the kingdom you were going to leave.

As you continued your trek, an older voice called to you with urgency, a soft, "Princess! Come, come!" An older man beckoned to you, age wearing down his face and hands. You didn't even need to think twice, walking towards him with Dream in tow. The man behind you was busying himself with a stuffed bun he had bought, seemingly content to just follow you. The old man smiled as you walked over, looking down to his wares.

Knives and daggers covered the majority of the surface, though there was an occasional sword or bundle of arrows. The handles had intricate designs carved into the leather, though the blades were no less sharp or decorated. "I hear you're going on a dangerous journey soon," The man's voice interrupted you. You moved your attention to his face, meeting his gaze calmly.

"It's really not as dangerous as everyone is making it seem," You explained, offering a smile. The man just laughed, shaking his head at you.

"Off, alone, with a man too afraid to show his face and hides behind the face of a beast. If he is comfortable wearing the face of a beast, surely he is one himself." There was an edge to his voice and you could only sigh. Gossip from servants traveled fast, and it seemed stories of Techno's appearance had already reached the capital. You didn't care too much, though his words were minutely unsettling.

"You need to protect yourself from him. I have the perfect thing for you- free of charge. We can't have you getting hurt in enemy territory." He explained, rustling around to pick up one of the daggers. You were tempted to protest the price, surely not wanting to take from him. It wasn't right. Even if he did offer. Yet you could tell he wouldn't accept a single coin you gave him.

He presented the dagger to you for inspection, which you did humor. It was a pretty dagger, a dark leather grip with flowers sitting amongst vines of thorns. The cross guard was simple, curved, with a flower sitting in the middle of either side. The pommel similarly matched, while the thorned vines crawled down onto the design in the metal. It felt perfect in your hands, and you could have sworn the man had made it just for you.

You looked up to him, his dark eyes twinkling with something you couldn't place. "It's beautiful, thank you," You murmured your thanks. Any thought of rejecting it had left you the moment the leather fell to your hand. He seemed delighted by this, reaching to take it back to put it in a sheath. The sheath was put into a belt before being handed off to you.

"Keep yourself safe, little one," he told you. You nodded, fingers running along the leathed of the belt. You didn't really wear belts, so it felt almost foreign in your grip.

"Here," Dream interrupted, picking up the belt. He didn't waste time in fastening it around your waist, the dagger comfortably sitting against your hip. It was positioned so that your dominant hand could grab the dagger easily, should you need it.

"I thought you didn't want me to have weapons," You grumbled. Dream was silent as he resumed his earlier position, walking with you once more. With each step, the dagger hit your hip. It was a foreign feeling, but not an unwelcome one.

"I don't, but I don't trust Technoblade. A dagger is straightforward enough to use. Even you can't fuck it up." He sounded bitter at the mention of Techno, but seemed to divert it to light hearted teasing. You huffed, rolling your eyes.

"Maybe I'll try it on you first." You shoved him with your shoulder, unable to hide your laugh at his affronted gasp.

"You wouldn’t!" His exclamation was followed by a laugh, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was one of the things you would miss.

The sun climbed even higher into the sky as the pair of you walked, with you buying a few trinkets. You bought a few pieces of jewelry from various vendors, too fond of their work to part with it. Who knew when you would be given the chance to visit this market again. You and Dream had stopped by a small bakery to eat lunch, listening to the tales around you and watching the streets.

It was only when the sun was falling, and the daytime vendors began to pack up, that you started your way back. Dinner time would be soon. As the streets emptied, the activity dwindling down, you felt the melancholy creep back over you once more.

"I got you something," Dream finally interrupted, causing you to look up at him. Your eyebrows knitted for a moment, trying to remember when he had snuck off to get it. Or maybe he had brought it with him.

"You did?" You asked, pausing in the street.

"I got it earlier this week, but today seemed a good time to give it to you," He explained, rustling around for a few moments. He grasped a small bag, pulling it out and untying it. He didn't look directly at you as he pulled out the piece inside, instead focused solely on it.

It was a necklace- a very extravagant one at that. You don't think you'd ever had one like it. Multiple strands of beads connected three large jewels together, with charms comprised of smaller jewels in the shape of roses dangling from it intermittently. The light caught the yellow jewels, though red tinged the outside of them. It was always roses, wasn't it? It always had been.

In the very middle sat a metal plate, carved with the image of a picked rose with its thorns clipped. It was pretty. You couldn’t even imagine how much it cost. "Thank you, Dream. You didn’t have to get me something like this," You had started. He huffed in response, moving behind you to drape it around your neck.

"I know, but I wanted to. I hope whenever you wear it you think of me," he mumbled as he fastened it, the comfortable weight settling against your neck. You touched it, smiling softly.

"I will, Dream. Don't make me cry, though. There's too much left to do today." You knew you would be a mess by the end of the night. After all, this was your family you were leaving. It was going to sting just a little.

The walk back to the castle was relatively silent. Dream was thinking about something, but you didn't press. You weren't sure you could handle it right now. Once you had returned and eaten dinner, it was time to spend time with your family. Which, truthfully, you were glad to. Dream didn't protest on going home, though he did send a final accusatory glance at Techno as he left.

The prince didn't linger after dinner, simply bidding you a good night as he went to retire to his own rooms. You were fine with that, though. It let you put your whole concentration on your family as the four of you sat in one of the rooms. You all spoke fondly of everything you could think of. All of you were almost reluctant to say goodnight.

"I can't believe my baby is leaving tomorrow," Your mom finally broached the topic. You offered a sad smile, moving to hug her.

"I'll always write to you," you whispered, face nestled into her neck. She didn't say anything for a long while, just holding you there. You didn't complain, letting her do so. As she pulled back after she seemed ready, she reached for the blanket that had been sat in her lap.

"This was my great grandmother's, and has been passed down to the eldest daughter of everyone in our family. It's your turn to take it," She murmured, handing it to you. The weave was heavy, the red fabric carefully twined with golden accents. You could tell it was old, but you were extremely glad to have it.

"Thank you, I'll cherish it. Should I have any daughters, I'll give it to them as well." It was unknown if you would have children. It depended on how the marriage required itself to be upheld. Your gaze turned to your dad next.

"You always were getting into trouble and going on adventures. Don't get into too much trouble over there, okay?" He murmured affectionately, offering you a hug. This one wasn't nearly as long as your mother's, but that was fine. He wasn't as attached as your mother, nor as affectionate, so the hug meant the world to you.

You had nodded, not trusting your words right now. This was the worst part. Leaving. The goodbyes. Even harder was turning to George, who stared at you with an almost sad smile. "I'm going to miss you. Who else am I going to walk through the gardens with now?" He asked, causing you to give a watery laugh. You imagined he would make do.

"You always did love the gardens, so here's a piece of home. Only some light reading." He extended a hand, holding a thick book out to you. The leather cover was embossed with various flowers, and you smiled. It was a flower guide. Flowers were important to your kingdom, and though you were fond of them you never bothered to learn them. Now it was time, you supposed.

"I'll miss you, George. Try not to have too much fun without me," Your voice cracked as you spoke. He nodded, arms curling tightly around you within seconds. You sniffled, hiding against his shoulder and clinging to him. His hugs were always the best, not having them readily available to you would hurt. You didn't like it.

"Just promise me you'll write and take care of yourself." You could only nod as his voice reverberated through you. You didn't want to let go, but the seconds bled into minutes and sleep was calling you. Even as reluctant as you were, you did let go.

"I'll write to everyone. As often as I can," You said. You choked a little, refusing to say goodbye. Even as you walked with George to your room, you couldn't bring yourself to say the word. Maybe tomorrow would be better. Next Chapter | >

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