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idkanametoputhere · 1 year

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Flinches

type: angst

pronouns: they/them

hotel: trivago

tw: mentions of scars, being hurt in general, mental and physical health collapsing, etc.

slight chapter 6 spoilers

reposting it

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the prefect of ramshackle, a student that had a good relationship with pretty much everyone they interacted. known for being confident, self-assured, strong and above all fearless. or maybe irrational, who knows?

those are all positive characteristics that got them known as a powerful cahracter amongst all Night Raven students, even though they were incapable of using magic. so it came as a surprise to some students when someone raised their hand to high-five them and they flinched

but it wasn't weird, in fact, if someone really knew the prefect, they would've expected it

it started when they discovered that magic was a thing in this twisted universe they got teleported into. I mean, don't get them wrong, it was very cool but it was terrifying attending a school full of powerful magic users. and they couldn't even understand how magic worked, therefore in their mind, every move could be an attack against the weakest student in that school

and then they saw the horrible side of magic, overblots

the first overblot happened in the first month of them attending NRC. just as they were slowly getting used to magic, they saw how it could corrupt someone. and they felt guilty for driving the heartslabyul dormleader to the point of becoming the red rose tyrrant, as well as not stopping ace's actions

and so they helped as much as they could against the overblot. their quick way of thought and lack of fear, as well as their ability to keep everyone calm was essential to winning against riddle's overblot. he apologized and no one was too harmed

except from the prefect, whose body was not used to magic and therefore was more prone to being hurt by it. they didn't even realize it until later in the night when they took off their uniform just to see a big red mark around their neck, cause by the heavy collar of wrongdoings that riddle casts around one's neck, along with some tiny scars from the rose bushes

but it was okay, nothing a little makeup from sam's store or some proper injury treatment couldn't help with, right?

and then came the second overblot. and once again, feeling slightly guilty, the prefect helped with fighting off the overblot. the king of beast was a more difficult opponent, but the prefect wasn't scared. they had to stay calm so they could think clearly and therefore win against the monster they had helped create

and they won, and nothing was too bad. if you ignore the way one of their wrists was thinner than the other one, and redder, an almost hand-like imprint on it, almost as if someone grabbed their wrist and it started turning into dust. but it was okay, they just started wearing some gloves that reached up to higher up in their arms than their wrist, it was getting colder after all so it wasn't too weird

and of course, no one dared to speak a word of hiw the beloved prefect would sometimes wince when writing or how there had been multiple instances of them carrying something in their closed hand and drop it while holding their wrist

but the prefect was alright. yeah they were okay

the third overblot came quickly after this one and it made them wonder, how come they didn't consider this as a flaw in their plan? I mean, they had now learned that overblots were not that uncommon. how come the usually sharp prefect was not as collected as usual?

but that didn't matter, they had an overblot to stop. and they stopped it, with the only drawback being the few suction cup marks around their waist and torso and how they were constantly cold, shivering at any given point

but I mean, at least azul was okay, right?

and then there was the holiday break. it was the first holiday break that they wouldn't be spending with their parents. it was lonely to say the least. even the flaming cat-like companion of theirs could not warm their hearts

but the scarabia students did. they welcomed the prefect and their cat friend with open arms, making them feel at home. until of course it all came crashing down when jamil overblotted

and people werent there to help them. I mean, sure the octavenille trio was there but there was no one the prefect could feel comfortable with. but they had to win the overblot, they HAD to win it

and win they did, only a few permanent marks and bruises on their body being left as a reminder of how much they gave for the boys of twisted wonderland

their theory was only fuether proved during the festival. oh how they had forgotten of all the horrible things that happen in this world, they just wanted to see a friendly competition, like the ones they had back home

what they weren't expecting is to be poisoned. poisoned by the fairest queen himself, the person who they admired, poisoned by them. the bitter taste of the liquid they drank was one they'd never forget

but there they were fighting against the overblots once again, their forehead bleeding from a random piece of the stage that fell on them and their body slowly giving out due to the poison

but the overblot was defeated, the housewarden of pomefiore was back, the stage was fixed, the festival was continued and a cure for the poison was given to the prefect

but that cure could not take care of the scar on their forehead or the black veins that stared on their neck and ended on their stomach, like a spider web that permanently stained their body and blood with the horrible poison, that often gave them a lot of pain

but they had to move forward

they. had. to. move. forward.

and then there was idea's overblot. it was a shame really, the sob story of him losing his beloved brother and how he was to blame. almost made the prefect sad, you know if they weren't fighting for their life that is

but they fought and won and got the third-year back, and ortho took care of them. but he couldn't take care of the large burn marks that made it difficult for the prefect to move

but everything was fine

NOTHING was fine

the prefect looked at themself at the mirror one night after taking a shower, but they only saw a monster. full of scars, discolored body parts, marks. things that no one could heal

and the scars were not only physical

I wonder, how many times did the prefect wake up with horrible nightmares, a sick feeling to their stomach? or how many days did they collapse the moment they got back to ramshackle? and how many times did they talk to their friends through gritting teeth, the pain being overwhelming from them?

but no one noticed. hell, the prefect could bet that no one cared. but then it happened

someone tried to high five them and they flinched. they tried to play it off, but ended up running away in guilt and embarassment. but it was enough

oh it was enough

enough for the people who considered the prefect their friend to understand how fucked up they were. enough to make them understand hiw they had to try and help them

but the damage had already been done and it was irreversible.

original A/N: OMG I LOVE THIS I HAVENT WRITTEN SMTH THIS LONG IN A WHILE BUT I LOVE IT

new A/N: I'm reposting this cause it flopped last time but aanywho haha tumblr tou are so cool and good and nice and lovely please show my writing to ppl it took me 2 days to write this

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fallinforerling · 1 year

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Could you write Erling Haaland x reader

Reader meeting his dad and being great friends before she ever meet Erling and she didn't connect that they are related. So maybe her going to Norway with Erling to meet his family and his dad being happy to see her. Just a lot of fluff

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The fun part about owning any kind of shop was the fact that, after some time, you gained regular customers. Of course, they weren’t a lot, but they were yours. And you loved every single one of them. Well, most of the people. Some customers were just insufferable. Luckily, that wasn’t regularly the case.

Nonetheless, it was weird when a new one joined the group; most of the customers that you saw during the week never came back more than twice per month, and you didn’t know what to do to keep them coming more often. Maybe a type of promotion? 2x1 on cupcakes? Buy two books and get breakfast out of the selection? You sighed, looking out of the window. You needed to think a bit harder about it.

Just when you were starting to get deep into the analysis of the market and the endless options you possibly had in front of you, the little bell by the door rang, letting you know someone just came in.

“Welcome!” You said, smiling at the man who was still by the door, looking around with curiosity in his eyes. “May I help you?”

He retrieved his eyes from the few shelves full of books to his right, focusing on your face, and then on the counter, fully stocked with fresh pastries and cookies. You smiled again when his eyes focused back on your face, feeling somehow proud of the attention he was giving to your goodies.

“They are all fresh; I baked them this morning.”

“Oh, are they homemade? That’s amazing.” He finally spoke, surprising you with a little bit of an accent. “What do you recommend?”

“If I were you, I’d totally get the butter cookie, a good croissant filled with cream cheese, and a cappuccino.” You made a little gesture with your hands. “It all wraps up pretty nicely; it’s my go-to thing when I want a good breakfast before work.”

“Very well, I’ll take that.” He got closer to the counter, still eyeing the rest of the options. “And you know what? Let me get two nutella croissants and some of these little ham pastries right there. Oh, and maybe a couple of cookies... Mmmh, two with oats, two with chocolate chips, and two butter ones.” He smiled when he saw your surprised expression. “I have a son that eats a lot.”

You laughed along with him, still writing down his order.

“I can’t blame him, food is the best thing in the world.” You paused, doubting a bit. “Would you like all that to go?”

“Please.” He sat down on one of the stools next to the coffee machine. “But I’ll have the cream cheese croissant and the coffee here. He’s training, so I’m free for another hour.”

“Oh yeah? Training for what?” You liked to chat with clients whenever you could. They always had the most interesting stories.

“He’s a footballer, you know? Just like his father.” He seemed very proud of it.

“That’s so cool! I hope he does well.” You smiled at him after leaving his coffee in front of him. “I’ll give you some sugar if you want.”

“Oh no, I’m fine... By the way, is this your shop?”

“Yep, I opened not so long ago, but it’s going well. I really enjoy being an owner.”

“That’s very good, I’m happy for you. It’s difficult to start a business when you’re young, but if you keep your mind on it, everything will go exactly as you plan.”

“Thank you, sir.” He really seemed like a nice person. “Here you go, all packed up for the big boy. Make sure he eats some of it warm, it’s better like that.”

“I will, I will. He’ll be thankful for this treat, I can assure you that.” He laughed along, and you hoped for him to come back more often. You could be happy with just one more nice customer like him.

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You were annotating some orders you got by phone, a reservation made by Thomas, a regular customer who really wanted one of the tables for him by lunch time, and counting how much milk you had left before you actually ran out when the bell rang. Your eyes immediately went from the notebook between your hands to the door, smiling a bit when you saw the person already walking towards the counter.

“Hello there, Alfie.”

The blonde man made a little reverence, making you laugh. Weeks passed by, and he, as you suspected, became a regular. Every time he could, he passed by and bought some breakfast for him and a big amount of things for his son, who you grew more and more curious to know more about. You didnʼt know why, but you already felt like you knew this son of his pretty well, although you hadn’t asked for his name, because it seemed a bit overbearing. Plus, the man was very funny, which made your morning bearable.

“Hello dear.” He sat on the same stool as always, already eyeing the freshly baked items. “The usual.”

You nodded, grabbing a cream cheese croissant and the milk, ready to make him his daily cappuccino.

“Howʼs the big boy doing? Did that pain on his leg went away?”

“Big boy” was the nickname you gave Alfieʼs son. None of you ever mentioned the fact that you didnʼt know his real name or age, but both of you seemed fine with it. You didnʼt want to appear extremely curious or anything like that, although you were. Alfie seemed to be a bit famous from how much he was recognized in the shop the few times he stayed longer than his usual hour, when it was just him and you. He also said he was a footballer when he was younger, but you didn’t dare to google him. It felt disrespectful.

“Ah yeah, that thing was just a little discomfort, but the physio already said it was nothing. Heʼs good now, back on the field. Stronger than ever.”

“Iʼm happy to hear that.” You said, assuming that was all the information you were going to get. “Make sure he rests a lot and drinks water, the pain will be back if he doesn’t give himself a break.”

“Ah, I try to, but the boy is as stubborn as I was back in the day. I guess thatʼs what I get by educating him with my mentality of never giving up, huh?” You giggled when he raised his eyebrows. “Oh, by the way, my dear. Iʼm going back to Norway a little bit earlier than expected. So I wonʼt be around here a lot for the next couple of weeks, take care, mmh? Iʼll miss these pastries you make.” He said after he finished his plate, already grabbing the box full of sweets to take with him.

In the past few weeks, you learned that Alfie was from Norway, lived in the country-side for most of his free time, had five children, and hated Manchester United. It didnʼt seem like a lot, but since he was a private person, you knew it was a lot of information coming from him.

“Aw! Well, make sure to take care as well. And say hi to your wife, she seems like a lovely person.” You doubted for a second before speaking again. “Why donʼt come here before you leave? Maybe you can take some of them with you?”

“Iʼll think about it!” He finally got up, smiling at you one last time. “See you later, darling.”

“Bye! Have a great trip!”

Aw, youʼll miss that old man.

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tarabyte3 · 26 days

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Fic Updates

It's been a while soo....

I Want You to Show Me Weak — As I've stated before, there are only 2 chapters left in the entire fic. I'm going to be finishing both of them before I post chapter 26. Then I'll be posting chapter 27 the next day. Gonna end the fic with a bang 😏 I have everything outlined and thought out, I just have to finish writing it (I'm very excited about what I have planned/written for the final chapter, which includes the ending). Though I will admit, it's been difficult to write knowing I'll be saying goodbye to this story. I'll miss my boys SO much 😭, as well as this version of Kino x Reader, but I want to finish it for myself and for all of you! Besides, there's always the possibility of oneshots set in this universe in the future AND I'm not done writing for Kino. Not even close! I have no date estimate at the moment, but I'm trying to give this one my full attention so 🤞

The Devil Makes Us Sin — Once Show Me Weak is done, I'm going to give this one my full attention for a while. (Though, to be honest, even though I'm trying to focus on finishing Kino first, I still keep this document open and regularly pop in to write a paragraph or two. What can I say, David is VERY fun to write for 😏, I love him, and I must follow the serotonin). The next few chapters will be shorter so they should go quickly, and I already have around the next 4 of them half written (I actually have about ~25k of future stuff written last time I checked, including parts of chapters MUCH further down the road 😅).

Other Wips

While my focus has been on my ongoing stories, I do have a few other WIPs I have actual content written for! So here's an update on those as well. For fun.

Personal Trainer!Kino x Reader Modern AU — I have the beginning of this story and a few scenes written, and SO many notes for it. (My relationship with my trainer is fantastic. He's 50% big brother energy, 50% wingman energy, but he says THE most out of pocket shit so I immediately write it down after my sessions. Because him saying it does nothing for me, but imagining Kino saying it?? 😵‍💫🫠🥵) It will probably end up ~5 chapters total. Probably.

And Your Heart, Love, Has Such Darkness (David x Reader smutty Oneshot) — I started this one a year ago because I wrote something for TDMUS that didn't quite fit, but I liked it enough to keep it and make it its own thing. It's over half done right now, so it will likely be the next oneshot I post.

I Didn't Want to Hurt You, but You're Pretty When You Cry (Dark!David x Reader) — I think this one will end up about 3 chapters long and will contain a lot of content warnings. It's going to be more horror focused (with splashes of dark humor because I cannot help myself). I adore the opening chunk I've written. It gave me goosebumps.

Secret Andy Blorbo x Reader Oneshot — This one started as a joke on Discord about an Andy blorbo that is not only incredibly niche/unknown, but is actively not attractive (one of the very rare times Andy Serkis does nothing for me. In fact, when I see him, my vagina makes the windows shutdown noise). Except I made the mistake of saying, "I want to try to write for this character as a fun challenge just so I can sexually confuse everyone." And it, uh, spiraled from there and made me rethink my entire stance on this character (thank you for not only indulging me, Hannah, but encouraging me and giving me more ideas 💖 I loved [redacted] thirst day in TNBF)

Halsin x Tav — That's right, I'm writing for the sexy druid. It'll be 2 chapters, and it's about a third of the way finished. This Tav will be a human fighter, but is otherwise written more like a Reader Insert. (Side note: going back to 3rd person POV after writing a lot of 2nd person POV is harder than I imagined 🙃)

Paz Vizsla x Mando!Reader Oneshot — That's right, I'm also writing for the big Mandalorian. It's about a third of the way finished as well. (These last 2 are actually a little intimidating because the fandoms are MUCH larger, but I need to get them out sooo fuck it, it's happening.)

So as you can see, even though I haven't posted very much outside of Liam Black, I'm still writing a lot. Apparently I just have commitment issues and a lot of ✨thots✨ 😌💖

#fic update #my wips #wip wednesday #i want you to show me weak update #the devil makes us sin update #x reader

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keiskake · 1 year

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meeting his bird cult (chapter six - hawks)

takami keigo x quirkless f!reader (au chilhood friends // characters are aged up 21+)

warnings ~ swearing, pet names, sexual tension, spoilers about hawks’ backstory + endeavor stuff from the anime

wordcount ~ 2.601k

summary ~ you and takami keigo grew up together in a shitty hut with terrible parents. he disappeared one day when you were 6, but he never left your mind. the heavens entwine your destinies together, but it’s not a smooth journey you soon figure out.

a/n ~ i was going to write the date segment as one part but i thought it would be better for me to split it into two. i really want to release 2 chapters a week but i just cant juggle it along with school and work, rip. thank you for reading, reblogs + likes are always appreciated. <3

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you waited for the week to go by, though it really felt as if you were watching paint to dry. the days became longer as tuesday approached, and it seemed as if life was getting more difficult as the day came closer. you seemed to work overtime a lot more that week to make up for your weekend off and the upcoming tuesday off, and customers didn't seem to help the load.

number one pro hero endeavour was under fire for allegations concerning his family and the treatment towards them. headlines called him abusive and neglectful, stories about his wife in the hospital and the death of his first son were taking the world by storm. it caused chaos and spite towards the top hero. people were on edge, unsure of the country's future, which was shown in their behaviour.

as a result, many customers became impatient and snappy, reflecting their worries on the people around them. it made you realise that heroes were human too. they may be strong and powerful, wealthy and intelligent, but they were still humans at the end of the day. perhaps, you thought, hawks was like that too, maybe he'd open up about his problems one day. if he had any of course.

after a long and shitty week, tuesday came. you were a nervous wreck and woke up at 6:00am to start getting ready. washing your hair, a full face treatment, ironing out the crinkles from your outfit. you even bought a new dress the other week, one of those puffy princess dresses that ended just above your knee. and most importantly it was crimson red, like his wings. that was one of the reasons you insisted to buy it.

you paired it with some white thigh highs and heels of the same colour, your hair tied up with long silky ribbon in the shape of a bow. you were so nervous that you messed up your eyeliner a handful of times. was the make up too much? maybe your hair was a little over the top? you convinced yourself it was all okay, as long as you felt cute it would all be okay. and you looked amazing.

you slipped the feather hairclip on the side of your hair, taking one last glance at yourself in the mirror. you've never felt so pretty. the sight took your breath away, did you always look so grown up? your mom came it and smiled, tears filling her eyes. "you've grown up so beautiful y/n...that's my daughter."

nothing came easy in your life, but when it finally settled into place it really was all worth it in the end. you hugged your sobbing mother, thanking her for never giving up on you and working so hard to bury the horrid past. she wiped her tears, placing her hand on your shoulder, "have fun y/n, bring him home sometime."

you gave her a big smile, the kind of smile that kids have when they're given toys or candy. you grabbed your purse, glancing back one last time at your mother who was standing in the hallway. she waved at you and you waved back. maybe soon you'd be able to introduce hawks to her she'd love him, he was so bright and positive after all who wouldn't love him?

hawks told you to meet him outside his agency and that someone would be waiting to greet you once you'd arrive. the walk there was almost magical. your body was overwhelmed with the sensational feeling of butterflies dancing around your whole body. your soft cheeks were so pink that you didn't even need any blush that day. it wasn't even warm but your palms were sweating.

you were shitting bricks. your heart was pounding like crazy, it felt like it was going to jump out of your chest. and the closer you got to hawks' agency the more you wanted to just turn around and go back home. but you knew you were just being dramatic and that your nerves were acting up. besides, hawks had planned everything so there was no need to panic anymore than you already were. you just had to show up.

when you finally reached the steps to hawks' agency a shadow approached you. it was another bird, but he was covered in a black cloak, a yellow beak at the nose. he was most definitely a bird. maybe hawks was starting some kind of bird cult, you wouldn't be too shocked at all. you walked to the top of the stairs where you were greeted by one hawks' side kicks.

"you're the girl hawks told me was coming today, right? i'm tokoyami." he pulled out a hand to meet yours.

you shook his hand and smiled softly, "nice to meet you tokoyami, i'm y/n! are you one of hawk's side kicks?"

"i'm a work student from UA high, hawks' is my mentor."

he moved his body around and headed towards the door, turning back to face you momentarily and prodding his head in the right direction. you quickly followed him through reception area and into the elevator. hawk's office was on the top floor and it seemed that it would take some time before you two reached there. you wanted to get to know the people around hawks better, maybe they could tell you a thing or two about him. so you decided to strike a conversation with your guide.

"so, what's it like to work with hawks? you like it tokoyami?" you tilted your head and looked at him eagerly, waiting for a response. you were unsure if he was the talkative kind, but it never hurt to try.

"he's a great mentor, he's taught me so much more than just being a good hero."

"like what?"

"well, he taught me how to fly."

your face scrunched up in confusion, "b-but you're a bird tokoyami, don't you already know how to fly?"

"i didn't know how to, not until hawks showed me how great flying was and how to utilize dark shadow in that way."

you giggled a little, putting your hand over your mouth to try and restrain yourself. he didn't seem the type to talk all that much but he could hold a conversation pretty well, maybe your judgment was off. you two finally reached the top floor of the agency, the elevator doors opened and tokoyami waited for you to exit first before he let the doors close behind him. he guided you to hawks' office whilst the two of you chatted away a little more.

"ever since hawks met you he's been much more cheery."

"he has? hasn't he always been cheery though?"

"not like this. he's more excited to do patrols and missions because he knows the time will go by faster. if it goes faster he can talk to you."

"i've never thought about it that way.." your face was so red that you had to turn away.

"when you message him he gets excited and his wings perk up. even though you've only been acquainted for a short amount of time i think he really does like you."

"sometimes it does feel like we've known each other forever." you slowly turned your head to face tokoyami once again, his face holding a slight grin. after being told that your nerves eased up a bit, perhaps hawks was also a nervous wreck. you didn't take him as the guy to lose his cool, but you also didn't take tokoyami as the kind to be talkative. there was a chance you could be proven wrong.

walking down the hallway to hawks' office took a few minutes, his agency was ridiculously big. but when the two of you reached at your destination you realised the door had a slight opening. you wanted to take a small sneak peak, there was no harm in it after all. you signalled for tokoyami to shush and bent over so that your eyes could align with the crack in the door. and what a sight to behold.

hawks in a suit. his white button up top was fitted round his body so well that you could make out the position of his abs, and his waist was very much complemented. his golden hair was suited to his face shape, though slightly messy. regardless, he was so handsome. did he always look this good? maybe it was the suit. it had to be the suit.

he was pacing around his office whilst scratching his head, eyes glancing constantly at the bouquet of roses on the desk, which was accompanied by a plushie of him. it was the same one you saw the day hawks saved you. the day this all started. it warmed your heart, he did all this just for you.

his brows were furrowed and his lips had bite marks on them. he was patting his jacket down and running his fingers through his hair, still pacing around the room. he really was just as nervous as you were. the sight made you giggle. but you soon realised that your laughter could be heard through the small gap in the door. you jumped back and threw your hands on your mouth, falling backwards and dragging tokoyami down with you.

the loud thud was enough for hawks to open the door in a hurry. he door flung it opened, only for to see you and tokoyami on the ground. "how long have you two been there? tokoyami you were in on this?" he had a nervous sweat on his face.

"sorry hawks, she shushed me before i could protest." he picked himself up, lending a hand to help you up. you took a hold of his hand and levered yourself up, straightening your dress out with your hands. "well, i've done my job so i'll be going now. have fun hawks, y/n."

"bye bye tokoyami! it was nice meeting you, i hope we can talk again." you waved at him and gave him a bright smile. the student waved back at you and nodded his head at hawks before going back to his station. hawks nodded back, and the two of you waited for him to turn the corner before continuing anything.

hawks took your hand, leading you into his office and locking the door. it made your heart jump, what was going on? you stood to the side of the door, waiting for hawks as he took his jacket off and loosened his tie. he started walking towards you and your body jolted back hitting the wall. he was leaning on his arm against the wall, his free hand holding your chin and giving you a snarky look. the bastard had you cornered.

his face was so close to yours, literally millimetres away, and it made your body tremble. you were at his mercy. physically and emotionally. he grinned at you, pushing his lips closer to your ear. you could feel his breath grazing against your earlobe, the cologne on his neck enticing you. shit. not only did he look sexy, he smelt sexy too. he didn’t even need to do much to make your knees weak.

“so, what was that all about baby bird? when did you become all sneaky?”

“well it’s your fault for leaving the stupid door open!”

“oh? it’s my fault now huh.”

“hawks get off of me, you're heavy…” you turned your face away from him, closing your eyes tightly.

“just for you pretty girl.”

he moved his body weight off of you and you opened your eyes to face him properly. hawks’ eyes were moving around, inspecting every part of you. you felt his eyes slowly tracing you, and with every lingering stare a brighter blush appeared on your plush cheeks. you had a tingling feeling running across your body, and your heart thumping hard once again. maybe this time it would really jump out of your chest.

“shit y/n, you look so good. you got all dolled up for me?” he approached you, this time pulling you in for a hug by the waist.

“w-well you don’t look half bad yourself! you look real handsome hawks…” the last part came out as a mumble, being so close to him made your nerves rustle again.

“i’m nervous you know? with such a pretty girl in front of me i don’t wanna mess up.”

“thought i was the only one, guess that makes the two of us.” you let out a small laugh, before pulling away from hawks’ embrace. you tilted your head so that you could see the gifts on his office desk, giving a smile to prod hawks.

“oh yeah, almost forgot.” he walked to his desk and picked up the roses and the plushie. you slowly trailed behind him with a wide smile. hawks turned to you, handing you the bouquet in one hand and the plushie in the other.

“i know we didn’t talk about gifts, but i thought it would be rude not to. for you, y/n.”

you took the gifts, taking a good look at all the detail and thought that hawks had put into them. the little card on the roses, the heart shape of the bouquet and the cologne on the plushie to replicate the real hawks. a squeal slipped through your lips and you plopped the gifts on the coffee table behind you, throwing your arms around hawks and nuzzling your face in his neck.

“i love it hawks. thank you so much, you really are the sweetest.”

“if this is the reaction i get then i might have to get you gifts everyday.” he chuckled and pressed a kiss on your head.

“but i didn’t get you anything…i’m sorry hawks, i’ll get you something big next time i promise!” you stepped back, your brows furrowing and your fists clenched as you faced hawks.

he put out a hand to pat your head, “don’t worry about it y/n really, but that face of determination is real cute.”

“it’s not cute at all! why didn't you tell me you were gonna get me a gift? then i would’ve known to get one for you too!”

“then it wouldn’t have been much of a surprise would it, baby bird?”

you pouted whilst he gave you a smug face. he walked towards you and slipped his hand in yours, it was really warm. he had sweaty palms just like you, he really was nervous for today. you looked up at him, smiling and giving him cute doe eyes. hawks placed another kiss on your head, and with every kiss it made you want to melt.

“c’mon y/n, we have a date to attend to you know. or we could just stay here if that’s what you want.” he gave you a stupid sly grin.

“lets go hawks!”

“aww, not even gonna answer me? fine, fine, lets go y/n.”

he lead you towards the door, opening the door reluctantly. the two of you walked down the hall and headed into the elevator. he stood closely behind you the whole time, holding your hand, kissing your head, wrapping his arms around your waist. he just wanted to keep you close. walking out of the elevator with hawks caused a riot in the agency. sidekicks gasped and cheered hawks on. tokoyami was leaning against a pillar, giving you a secret smile that said ‘good luck’. the wait was worth it. everything was falling into place. the void in your heart was starting to close.

you wondered what hawks had planned for you.

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mcufan72 · 1 year

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Cold winter days, a lonely woman on a bench, a stranger in the park...

An Encounter in Winter❄️

Loki and female reader

Chapter 5

Chapter 1/ Chapter 2 / Chapter 3/ Chapter 4

18+/adult themes/talking/flirting/ slow burn/fluff/angst/smut (eventually)

Warnings: Loki learns about your toxic and abusive relationship with your ex-fiancé/some swear words/ some lusty thoughts and filthy words

"He brought Lady y/n here again. The pretty and adorable woman who slept here last night … hhmm hhmm apparently, my little brother seems to be in love," Thor grinned.

Thor and Bruce sat at the long dining table for a coffee break in the late afternoon.

"He did? Yeah, she was adorable. So, she has no problems with his past and accommodates to the fact that he's a god with a difficult background?" Bruce asked while he put his glasses on and continued writing his report of one of his recent scientific research on his laptop.

"Seems so and it seems she really likes Loki. I saw how she looked at him yesterday. He brought her to the fireplace lounge." Thor couldn't stop grinning.

He drummed his fingers on the table and put his legs on the chair next to him. He thought you and Loki would make a cute and smart couple.

"To the fireplace lounge? Since when is Loki the romantic guy? Normally …he just wants a companion for the night to warm his bed and for some…bed acrobatics. Are they a thing now?" Bruce said, looking up from his screen.

"I don't know…don't think so…but maybe yes, maybe not, maybe not yet. But she slept in a different room last night. Also, my brother is not the type for a serious relationship or should I better say, he doesn't want a relationship." Thor frowned.

"He never wants to be invested in the women he pleases with his…special skills, he never shares his bed with a woman more than twice. But his behavior these days makes me wonder. He never shared his bed with her as far as I know. He told me she's different from the other women he …you know. He's still out every afternoon for a walk in the park to meet her…and now she's here again. And since Christmas…" Thor rocked his head sideways back and forth…"I'm sure he didn't bring other women here every night anymore to warm his bed. I can only wonder about it…and he smiles more often when he feels unobserved," Thor continued.

"She seems to be very nice, doesn't she? She radiates warmth and kindness and a big amount of tolerance. And she's very smart, clever and good with words. She would definitely fit well together with Loki. Don't you think he deserves a loving woman at his side? A woman like her?" Bruce asked and continued writing his report.

"Sure, he deserves it, he deserves a woman's love and affection and it might help him to be more relaxed among us and it might give him the assurance he needs that he's doing a very good job here, that he's capable of being part of a team and that he's a good guy…" Thor nodded and took a sip of his coffee.

"I would be happy for him." said Bruce while he continued writing.

"Me too, Bruce. My little brother deserves to be happy."

"Absolutely... damn it, I really could need some assistance and additional knowledge with this research project here..." Bruce cursed.

"What?"

"Ah nothing, Thor, don't mind me..."

The two of you took a seat in each their own comfy armchair with a high backrest that provided the appropriate comfort you both appreciated. The armchairs, an arm length apart, were placed in a comfortable distance in front of the crackling fireplace.

After your meeting in the park this afternoon, sitting on the bench together for a while like every day, visiting the little café to drink your espresso and hot chocolate and talking about how your day has been so far, you now drank a glass of iced chai latte. Loki wanted to spend some more time with you and he was so happy that you came back to his home with him again. The two of you enjoyed being together more and more. Especially after last night when you learned about his past and the cute and somewhat intimate encounter in the kitchen this morning.

"Thank you for inviting me again to have dinner here with you, your brother and your friends."

"I won't say we're friends. I know that I still have to prove myself every day. We're colleagues, the same as you with yours. But of course, my brother is my brother. It's my pleasure to have dinner here with you again. And I'm glad that nothing has changed between us."

"Loki, nothing has changed. Please don't worry about it anymore. But I won't stay the night here this time."

You smiled apologetically at him.

Loki gazed at you disappointed and his heart sank. Somehow he wished you would stay for the night again so the first thing he would see in the morning would be you and your adorable sleepy morning face. If he was honest with himself he had to try very hard to not get a boner and to seduce you this morning. He wasn't sure how long he would endure his desire for you. And this desire wasn't only sexual.

He also hated that you lived all alone in your small apartment and nobody was taking care of you. He always wanted to be near you, he wanted to have you in his proximity all the time. Even more so now after the two days when you couldn't meet him and he wasn't able to see and talk to you…and the angst he had when he thought something bad had happened to you.

And after last night when you were amazingly understanding and didn't let him down, his feelings for you became more intense but he wasn't able to admit it to himself and maybe he should better ignore these feelings, for his own good and for yours.

When you noticed his gaze you felt his disappointment and you smiled slightly.

"Why don't you want to stay? It wouldn't be a problem. And you owe me breakfast!" He smirked at you provocatively.

"I don't want to cause any circumstances, Loki. And also I haven't forgotten my keys this time," you laughed.

"Yeah, that's true," Loki hummed and chuckled smugly.

Your cheeks reddened and the way he chuckled sent warm waves through your body and you turned your head towards the fire again. You still didn't want him to see how much he affected you.

"Do whatever feels right for you, Lady y/n. Just know that you're always welcomed here," he said warmly.

"Why do you call me Lady y/n again? I'm not a Lady. I never was and I will never be."

You glanced at him again and gave him a warm but quizzical look. A genuine smile curved your lips slightly. Every time when you looked at him like this he couldn't take his eyes off of you. Why did you always look so pretty and adorable?

"I'm used to calling a woman like you a Lady and you should be treated like one. I think no one deserves it more than you."

His eyes were fixed on you and it felt like he looked right into your soul with his bright blue eyes. A small gasp escaped your mouth.

"Wow, you should have told it to my ex-fiancé." And you stared back into the fire.

"What do you mean? What did he do to you?"

"He…never said or thought that about me. Maybe in the beginning of our relationship …but when he could be sure that he had captured my heart and that I was putty in his hands, that I'd do anything he wanted because I was so in love with him, his mind changed…".

You paused for a moment.

"Tell me Loki, are you afraid of falling in love?" You questioned him.

He was taken aback by your question and he gasped audibly.

"Straight to the point, right?" He asked you and inhaled sharply.

"You and I are always straight to the point, aren't we? Please, tell me, what do you think about love?"

"I don't know," he chuckled.

"Honestly I don't think I am capable of loving someone or making someone happy. Every time I tried, I failed. And whenever I thought my special someone truly loved me...it wasn't real. It has never been something real. You invest all your feelings and all of your heart in someone and in the end, it just hurts and breaks you inwardly and a part of you dies.

I'm just looking for women who don't want a serious relationship either and who agree with a sexual relationship to just satisfy carnal needs. I treat them with respect and they always know what they are getting into. I don't beat around the bush or try to trap them."

"I could never do that. I could never draw a line between sex and love. For me it belongs together, unconditionally. I don't judge you, Loki. You're honest with these women and it's absolutely none of my business. It doesn't make you a bad person. For me…it's just not imaginable… Sex without love…at some point one partner will always feel used, that's what I experienced…but it's just my very own sight of it and I know everyone is different and I get that." You still stared into the fireplace.

Loki stared thoughtfully into the fireplace, too. Your words made him think about his point of view.

"I just don't want to get hurt anymore. I just want to sleep with a woman and only once in most cases. So neither the woman nor I can get invested or fall in love. And I always make it clear before I bed them."

You turned your head towards him.

"Your words make me sad. Nobody can live without love for the rest of their life. And everyone deserves to be loved. I've also had a hurtful experience, like you. At some point in our relationship, my ex didn't love me anymore, he just fell out of love, I think it happened in the second year of our relationship. He still slept with me and told me how much he loved me but it just wasn't the truth anymore …pathetic. Since then he only said it to me when we were in the heat of the moment when he fucked me. And I still believed in his love.

He confused love with sex and maybe I did the same. I thought, 'he sleeps with me so he loves me'. I was so naive, I made it so easy for him. His willing whore to his desires.

When he got his physical satisfaction I was the best girlfriend ever, his good girl. But the rest of the time he treated me like a piece of shit, degraded me, told me how boring I am, how bad and boring I'm in bed, and what I would think about who I am, that I'm a nobody. For him it was clear that I should do everything for him like cooking, washing his clothes, doing the dishes…the list is nearly endless.

I also dropped my professional career so he could study and become a successful scientist. We didn't have enough money back then to study both at the same time so I earned the money as an assistant in a laboratory. And whenever he slept with me I still lied to myself that he really loves me and that he just can't show it to me differently and properly.

And I was pathetic, too. I let him treat me like this. I was completely addicted to his good looks and his way to seduce me with how sexy he was. He was very talented in wrapping me around his finger. My submission became unhealthy. It should've stayed in the bedroom.

In the end, I was just his housemaid with benefits, and he got his carnal needs satisfied whenever he wanted because I let him do it. I hungered for his attention and care…and his love. I didn't get any of it. And nonetheless, I thought it was right what I did and how I did it. But it wasn't. And as a reward for my stupidity and submission, he put a big fat ass diamond engagement ring on my finger…" You sighed, observing the flickering flames in the fireplace.

"Why did you let him do that to you? You deserve so much better. You deserve to be treated like a queen. And you never really agreed to anything about what he did. So why?"

"Sometimes, Loki, love makes us not only blind, it also makes us stupid, makes us lose our last bit of sanity. The complete brain malfunction. But I've never given up on believing in true love. He was just the wrong man for me, he was a mistake…and he was a dick." You both chuckled in unison.

"Did he ever cheat on you?"

"No, never. For things like romancing another woman or asking a woman out for a date he has always been too busy and too lazy…and I was his willing whore…so, there was no need for him to fuck other women. And maybe I wasn't that boring like he always claimed. Who knows. Also he's a renowned personality in his business and would've had a reputation to lose if he would've changed women like his socks. We often had to appear for business dinners or banquets. And I was eloquent and presentable."

"Don't you dare talk about yourself as a whore…you're far away from being one. And you're definitely not stupid."

Loki seemed upset about how you thought and spoke about yourself. If you were a whore then you would be only his whore and his alone…and he would fuck you senseless but he would treat you like a goddess and he would be down on his knees for you.

"But in the end I felt like one."

"Why did you stay with him then?"

"I had lost my whole family and he was the only one who remained. I was afraid of being alone and I felt so lost. I wasn't able to see the truth and I refused to see it."

"I'm glad that you finally got rid of him…"

"Oh no, he finally got rid of me!" You explained.

"What?"

"Yes, he ended our relationship and engagement …with a text message he sent me on my mobile phone when he had fallen in love with another hot 'n sexy chick with big boobs and fake lips…and she was funnier and more entertaining than I had been at that time…" you chuckled ironically.

"He's really a ridiculous, pathetic and mannerless giant douchebag and a shame for his species. He never deserved you. Must've been really hurtful for you. You still loved him when he left you, right?"

"Yes, I did and I bawled my eyes out for three days and nights in a row until I was a total mess and had no power in me anymore. But I'm over it now and I'm sure the right man who truly loves me is somewhere out there."

Deep inside of you, you hoped it was the man who was sitting next to you right now. You imagined yourself with him, holding you lovingly in his arms, cuddling each other under his black snuggly blanket. Him and you in his bed, tangled in his sheets, having the best sex of your life, his skin on yours, kissing him passionately and tugging his curls.

But you were realistic and you knew that you didn't live in a fairy tale. And you, as a not-exciting woman, would never be chosen and loved by a real Prince or a God…and Loki was both. And besides this, he made it very clear that he wasn't interested in a love relationship …and you didn't want a just sexual one.

"How long has it been since he left you?" Loki asked you wondering and took you out of your daydreams.

"It has been nearly a year now," and you took a sip of your chai tea.

"Nearly a year? So it happened after…."

"After my mother's funeral, precisely two months later after he visited a medical congress. And shortly after that, I moved to New York."

"And you never talked to him after he sent you the message? I should kill him for that…for lying to you, for his alleged love for you, for taking advantage of you and how he treated you," Loki stated angrily, he was almost indignant.

"No, he isn't worth it, Loki, he isn't even worth thinking about him. To answer your question, we just had a phone call where we cleared the situation…to be honest, he cleared it. I was still too perplexed and I still had to process my family issues."

"I adore your calmness and your strength, my Lady snowflake, and how brave you are."

You couldn't help but chuckle because he called you 'Lady' again. It made your skin tingle.

"I'm not that strong and brave, believe me. It was hard work for me to become who I am now and it still is. But you only have two choices in life…you stand still and get lost in grief, self-pitying and anger or you go on and live your life and try to take the chances it's giving to you."

"And you still look for the big one, true love? Aren't you too disappointed and hurt after what you've been through? To be honest for me it's hard to believe that true love exists." Loki asked you frowningly.

"Of course I do, and I try to let the disappointment not affect me too much," you said, convinced and you took the chance again to touch him.

You turned your head towards him, laid your hand softly onto his, which rested on the armrest of his armchair, and kept your hand there. He stared at your hand resting on his and then into your bright eyes. Your tender touch and the friendly and warm smile that curved your lips, affected him again in a way he never expected and he felt a tingling rushing from his nape, over his back down to his feet.

He wanted nothing more than to hold you in his arms, cuddle you and give you all the love, affection and admiration you deserved, and yes, he wanted to feel you, skin to skin, kissing your soft lips, burying himself deep inside of you so he could consume you, love you, worship you in all the ways you deserved to be loved …and you could consume, love and own him. He could truly imagine being yours. He noticed that he wasn't interested in any other women but you, only you.

His heartbeat quickened when he heard your next words.

"Who loves risk loss. To love is to…want to be absorbed entirely by somebody and you absorbing your lover. A constant give and take of genuinely meant feelings. Maybe you just haven't met the woman who is destined to be the love of your life, Loki. You deserve to be loved and to give love. Please, never give up to believe that love exists and that the woman of your heart is somewhere out there…and never give up fighting for it until you get there. And when you've found her you should enjoy this love every second of your life!"

Your voice was full of passionate conviction and the smile you gave him was enduring.

Loki took your hand in his, brought it to his lips and this time he pressed a soft kiss to the back of your hand, turned your hand around and gave you a soft kiss to your palm whilst he looked deep into your eyes.

"You're amazing, darling. How did you survive all of this? Your strength and bravery are enough for more than one life."

"I think we're stronger than we realize and I'm not that fragile."

"I wish I could take some of your pain away. You deserve all the luck and the love of the realms and all the affection someone can give to you."

"And so do you, Loki. You always listen to me, treat me respectfully. I can tell you everything and you spend so much time with me every day, that's more than I could wish for," you said to him thankfully.

Deep inside of you, you wished he had kissed you on your lips, you wanted to feel his lips on yours, you wanted to taste him. You were sure his kisses would be passionate and demanding but also loving and healing. You loosened your hand from his grip and traced with your index and middle finger tenderly over his lips.

"And you're a real gentleman!" you whispered and finally you cupped his face and caressed his cheek with your thumb.

His skin felt so soft and perfect under your fingertips and Loki couldn't resist leaning into your touch. He closed his eyes and with your thumb, you trailed tenderly over his eyebrow before he opened his eyes again and looked at you.

The fire crackled and both of you felt the sense of security you gave each other in this special moment. Loki couldn't deny that something decisive changed in him tonight. When you touched his lips and his face, it felt so caring and loving. For a long time, no one had touched him so tenderly. Could it be that you were the woman he was always looking for? Were you his destiny? The love of his life? Maybe you were right and love does exist. He truly wanted to believe in love again.

"I'm glad that you've left this horrible part of your past behind you."

"Hmmhm, this relationship was a painful journey but it has been educational and this chapter is finally closed. Don't worry about it, I'm fine now." You smiled reassuringly at him.

You two sat silently in front of the fireplace for some moments before Loki broke the silence.

"Would you like to spend New Year's Eve with me? Here, together with all of us?" Loki asked and you slowly withdrew your hand from his face.

"That sounds awesome, Loki. Yes, I will spend the last night of the year with you! That would be wonderful"

"Wonderful! That…makes me very happy, snowflake," he said excitedly.

This year you both wouldn't be alone on the last evening of the year.

"We should go to the dining room. It's time for supper. Would you please wait here for me? I'm back in a minute," Loki asked you.

"Yes, of course. Please don't let me wait too long!" and you smiled at him.

"I won't, darling," he answered in a low sound.

When he came back he was dressed more casually in tight black leather trousers and a dark green v-neck tunic, which gave you a breathtaking look at his chest. How much you loved this sight. His hair wasn't slicked-back anymore and looked fluffier and curlier again. You loved it when his long hair looked like this. He looked adorable and you tried to stay calm and to control yourself. Again, you wanted to twist his curls around your fingers. You wanted to press a kiss to his neck and his chest and nuzzle your nose into his chest hair.

He gave you a hoodie and you got up from the armchair to take the sweater.

"For you, snowflake, in case you start to freeze during dinner."

His deep voice made you shiver. Today you just combined a light pink blouse with a black jeans and it might be an advantage to have his snuggly dark-green hoodie now. You took the sweater from his hands, pressed it to your cleavage like a treasure and you smiled at him as if he had just proposed to you.

"Thanks, Loki, that's really very thoughtful of you."

"I know how easily you start to freeze, snowflake."

He smiled softly at you and of course, he recognised how firmly you kept his hoodie pressed to your cleavage and how you looked at him. Your gaze was thankful but also filled with desire. He would've loved to kiss you and pull you into his embrace. He knew it would be wonderful to feel your warmth and that your kisses would be healing and loving.

"Let's go and eat something," he invited you.

"Yes, I'd love to. I'm hungry! " and as you were used to from him, Loki offered you his arm gentlemanlike.

"My Lady?"

"Thank you, Sir!"

You took the arm he offered to you, still pressing his hoodie firmly to your bosom and smiled at him.

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a-libra-writes · 1 year

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hi! I hope this is okay to ask, if not that’s okay too^^

I’m a (fanfic) writer also! I love writing but I often struggle with coming up with ideas. I dont have a big following on tumblr (I dont publish my works here), which makes it difficult because I can’t really take reader requests.

I was wondering if you have any tips for coming up with writing topics when you’re stumped? Thank you, I really look up to your work.

Oh this is a fun message!! Ok sorry if i ramble, but i love talking about writing and craft! Im also gonna reblog a specific post of writing advice and encouragement that i adore.

I'd start with what's your favorite sort if fic to write - is it classic multi-chapter fics, oneshots, head canons? Which ones really stood out to you - what were their tropes, tags, the characters? Now, which of those you kind of liked, but something felt off? Was it the prompt, something in the plot, something in the characterization? And which ones peeved you so much you just had to click off - what about those annoyed you?

This will help you visualize what you look for in fanfic, and what sort of scenarios and characterization click with you. If you're writing a single character, that's much easier to work with than say, 10 (or 30~40 .... word to aspiring and new writing blogs ....... maybe give yourself a character limit orz........)

You'll find some characters come naturally to you, wether because they're your favorite or a character archtype you just "get". Some you'll love but still struggle with - I remember being so worried with writing Roose and Tywin from ASOIAF, because they're subtle and more complex. And honestly, I don't like my early work with them ... but I kept at it. You gotta keep at it. Now I'm pretty confident in writing them; it took a while to get there!

((Also I think all writers in general should consider what their strengths and flaws are - this can be hard to pin down objectively, especially after staring at your own work for hours! Think what your favorite parts of writing are. Which parts in your story are giving you that rush of excitement, and why? Which parts are you dreading to work on?))

I think some topics/scenes will jump at you and beg to be written, but it's annoying when you want to write your fav and you're drawing a blank. While requests can be great for this - I've gotten so many delightful ones - you also need to draw from your own creative well. So, how?

Reading other fic is a great inspiration. Don't be afraid to say someone directly inspired you - link to them and mention them! - and build off that. As I said earlier, what if you read a fic that had a great plot or scenario, buuuut you would've done something different? "What if" is a great starter. If you're writing reader insert stuff like this blog, draw from your own experiences in life. Or maybe there was something in the show/book/movie/etc that you really wanted to see, but it didn't happen. What if this character didn't die? What if this major event went differently? "What if" is the basis of all fanfic - besides smooching, that is.

(You can also take a prompt you read in one fandom fic and apply it to another! "Oh i love this reader insert story from Show A, how would my blorbos from Movie B respond in the same situation?")

And on that note, sometimes it's fun to write what personally comforts you and what's your personal fantasy. Requests revolving around family life and kids are easy because I love that shit, and it's something I'd think up on my own without prompting. Lists are great for this - what do you like to write best? What scenarios or characters are you curious about exploring? Brainstorm and make notes! Daydream! Discuss with other fandom friends! You don't have to sit down and chunk out a complete 2.5k+ word fic for every idea. Sometimes just the notes and brainstorming is enough, sometimes you'll wanna explore further.

I feel like most writers will understand that feeling when an idea just grabs them and they have to pursue it. Requests and suggestions are all well and good, but at the end of the day, write what grabs you. That's what you'll put your heart into and feel proud of. It may stay a 300 word drabble or sprawl into multiple chapters of madness, or fall somewhere in between - it's your fic!

#anons asking questions and me word vomitting #name a more iconic duo #libra says #not writing

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sagemoderocklee · 1 year

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...and that's another year of writing done!

Happy New Year's, everyone! Can't believe we've gone through yet another year of a pandemic (despite what government's around the world tell us about it being over).

This year was a strange one. The later half of the year feels like such a haze for me, days bleeding together, much like they did in 2020. Why? Because, after two years of being as safe as possible, I caught Covid. And not only did I catch Covid in early May, I was one of the lucky ones to get Long Haul Covid, and with that I have spent the last half of 2022 on a medical leave.

It's been a difficult year for me. There are very few things about 2022 that went according to plan--between catching Covid and simply not having the money, my plans to move to Ireland at the end of this summer didn't happen, and while the plan is to postpone my move, to when is still to be decided. I have also let my sewing and portfolio building fall to the wayside, largely--again--because of my health.

However, there are some things to be happy about and this post is my chance to look back and celebrate my writing victories.

sagemoderocklee's 2022 Fic Wrap

Absolution: Part IV (WiP)

While the goal had been to end the year with another update, tragically it was not in the cards. My health being what it is and my focus being on completing other projects, and Absolution being the huge piece it is, I felt it made more sense not to try pushing out Part V. However, I am very happy I was able to start the year with an Absolution update as this fic is very much one of my faves. The fourth part of this fic was a bit of a challenge to write, especially in the middle, but I finally hit on the beats I really needed. A big complication with Absolution was that the remaining 6 chapters, which I had fully planned and plotted, needed tweaking... which is to say Absolution needed to be longer. So I had to move all the plotting I had from Part IV on and rebuild and entirely rewrite each chapter/scene-by-scene breakdown. I'm pretty solid at the moment with Parts V through VIII in terms of plotting, and now I think I can safely say this fic will be a total of 13 chapters (the last one being an epilogue), but that could change since I still have to finish all the restructuring. I know all the key beats and the end goal, but sorting out the getting from one point to the next is really the big issue. However, all that being said, I do want to start the new year with Absolution, so that will be my top priority for January!

Pomegranate Sun: Ch1 (WiP) Co-authoring with @ghoste-catte

The first chapter of this fic I started writing a couple years ago, sometime after I got the prologue from @ghoste-catte. And then, of course, I stopped and didn't touch it again for... ages. But with the Naruto-Run last December and @ghoste-catte wanting to have a special fic for the big milestone of 100 GaaLee fics, it was time to work on this baby again. It is absolutely no surprise that when I get to worldbuild I'm in my comfort zone, so even though it took a while, once I got into working on this (while sick with covid, no less) I was happy. And this is going to be such a fresh piece of worldbuilding since we're bringing in OCs from the far west of Wind Country!

Plus One (COMPLETE)

So, I signed up for a bingo challenge and ended up writing a slightly spicy one-shot. Certainly not the spiciest thing in the world, but I very much enjoy writing flirty!Gaara. I have a LOT of feelings about the way fandom and even the canon blank period treats him surrounding sex/sexuality, and it's really informed a lot of how I view and approach Gaara as a gay male character. This wasn't like a huge piece (though I have an even sexier sequel planned), but it was so much fun.

It Eats Your Heart: Ch2 (WiP)

Chapter 2 of IEYH took me about a year to write. I was struggling. It gave me writer's block. It made me wanna throw my computer. My roommate helped me workshop it a bit. And it still took me forever to finish it. Then finally--FINALLY--I hit on what was missing. This chapter was a fucking bitch, but gotdamn was it worth it. I'm so happy with how this turned out and I'm so looking forward to finishing this fic in the new year.

Pearl-Filled Lungs: II, III, IV, Epilogue (COMPLETE)

My beloved enemy. This fic sat for three years, untouched and miserable. I'd started chapter two... last year? The year before? I don't remember, and it languished. I think it was just the first scene--maybe just part of the first scene. But god it was a struggle. I signed up for the WiP BB last year, but dropped. Signed up again this year and... committed. Largely because of the artist who, though unable to complete art for this fic, was such a huge inspiration. The WIPs they sent me... I wish I could share them because they were stunning. When they were unable to continue, I really thought I'd give up, but once again @ghoste-catte inspired me to continue, thanks to their generous offer to make banners for my fic--and the banners are truly such a work of art! And someone... I got through this fic. I think my original vision comes through, despite how much I bitched and moaned during the process. I wanted to write a fairy tale, and I did. And honestly, I am happy with P-FL. It's not my most popular fic, by any means, but it will always hold a special place in my heart.

My Home is Your Home: Ch1 (WiP)

And here we have a fic that was meant to be a one-shot. I was gonna try and get this done in under 10.5k for an event challenge, but then I talked with my roommate and... they looked at me like 'bitch who the fuck do you think you are' and you know what, they were right. I was foolin myself. This fic wasn't a one-shot. I'd come up with an idea for something much bigger than a one-shot, and I'm glad I listened to them. So instead of an event challenge, I reworked everything and turned this into a fic for the @puregaalee Horror Fest, and I am sooooo excited that I did. Paranormal Romance isn't a genre I've dabbled in, and I'm stoked to try weaving the horror genre with RomCom elements. This fic not only ended up being a much bigger piece than I'd intended, but it also has a planned sequel! Because I wouldn't be me if I didn't add more WiPs to my docket than I subtract.

Blood on the Branches: Ch1 (WiP)

Talk about a fic that was pulled out of my ass at THEE last minute. For Horror Fest, I was struggling to come up with an idea. I knew what prompts I was vibin with, but damn I couldn't think of a single thing. And then one night, laying in bed I came up with an idea.... An entirely different idea from this because with only days left to finish, I scrapped everything I had (and by scrapped, I mean moved to a different document) and came up with something completely new! And so instead of straight horror, I leaned into what I'm good at and now I have a horror/adventure story! While the original concept for this fic is good, I am way more excited about this! Once again, taking my worldbuilding to new heights as we leave Suna and head to the south of Wind! I don't know exactly when I'll be able to get the next chapter out, and I really need to sit down and plot this in full, but I am so excited to write this story!

The Corn Maze House (COMPLETE)

Well, it was a bit of a slog towards the mid-point, but I got through it. I honestly worried I wouldn't, but in the end I'm really glad I didn't give up or give in to feeling negatively about the writing process for this piece. I'm not fully happy with it, but I am happy it's done. The premise for this fic, in my entirely unbiased opinion, is very good, even if I'm still not sure of the execution. I may end up going back over this fic in the future, but regardless I'm happy to have a completed horror fic under my belt, and also to not be adding another WiP to my roster. Definitely very light on the GaaLee, despite being an established relationship, but that was kind of how it had to be, so I'm sure this won't be like a crazy popular fic, necessarily. But I still think this was good practice with the horror genre.

Return to Sender: Ch1-11 (COMPLETE)

Talk about a fic I never expected. RtS was meant to be a simple, cute lil RomCom. A dash of miscommunication, a whole lot of comedy of errors, and just a smidge of drama... The ask prompt that started this definitely did not make any indication that I needed to write a 90k+ drama about homophobia in the shinobi world or about the mistakes you make when you're terrified of losing someone important to you. But I simply am the person I am, and I am the writer I am. This was the direction that felt right, and honestly, I'm so glad because I am so happy with how this story turned out and the reception this fic has received is truly astronomical. I dove into it following completing chapter 1 of PomSun and in between working on P-FL because P-FL was the struggle it was. RtS gave me a much needed break and the first three and a half chapters were such a breath of fresh air. When I say those first three chapters were a breeze to write, I mean I think it took me less than a week to write them. This was (sort of) the first time in over a decade I've had a fully completed multi-chapter fic that I can post on a schedule, and GOD it felt so good to just post chapters weekly. RtS Sundays were the highlight of my week, and even though towards the end there were a lot of complications, it was truly such a joy and has made me want to work harder to get fics done before posting. Also! Not only did I have a ball writing this fic, but I also had a lot of fun making the images that I included in it and the soundtrack to go with it. While some of the images are... less exciting than others, this fic just felt like the perfect opportunity to do some mixed media stuff, and I do really enjoy making soundtracks for fics. I have to say, though I love so many of my fics, RtS will now have a very special place in my heart. The reception, surpassing 1million with it, and just the way it all fell into place... I am truly so filled with joy by how this fic went.

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Total WiPs at the start of 2022: 16 Total completed works: 4 Total new works: 5 Total updates: 21 Total new words: 186,296 Total words (Ao3): 1,011,369 (-2,521 PomSun = 1,008,848) Total WiPs at the end of 2022: 17

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2022 Resolutions

The difference between this year's writing and last year's is kinda wild ngl. All that time on medical leave and not sewing really gave me a lot of time to write, (though I do wish I'd been healthy enough to sew more). Looking back at my writing resolutions from the start of the year to now, I can definitely say I'm proud of what I've accomplished, even if it seems like I didn't reach that many resolutions. The two biggest resolutions (1million words and finishing P-FL) were reached, and honestly hitting those two goals was the greatest accomplishment of the year.

So, while most of what I'd had planned for this year was updating fics from last year's Naruto-Run to 1K which didn't happen, I still think this year was a success!

Reach 1million words--168,358 words to go!✅So, the math I did at the end of last year for how many words I needed was actually wrong. I needed closer to 178k, but despite this minor math mishap, I not only reached 1 million words, I surpassed it! I have been trying to hit this overall word count for the past three or so years, and I am utterly shocked, amazed, and proud of myself for making it happen this year! Admittedly, I think this goal was reached because I ended up getting long covid and have spent June through the end of the year out of work and home. Still, this is by no means a small feat, especially given the number of words I needed to reach this year while also being disabled by covid. Long haul is no joke and the brain fog--ohhhh lemme tell you! that shit got me so fucked up, so managing to power through and find joy in writing in spite of that struggle was really important. Writing was one of the few real joys I had in my days these past months, and I could not be more thrilled to finally say I've surpassed 1 million words. Truly, I owe most of that to RtS, the most unexpected fic of 2022.

Write the sequel to Flyweight Love❌Not Reached. Part of me was sure I'd get this done at the end of the year, following Horror Fest, but RtS became priority #1 instead, so HB3 will be on the docket for next year!

Finish IEYH❌Not Reached. While I didn't reach this goal, I did manage to update this fic, finally. Chapter two was a difficult journey and actually caused a lot of writer's block for me between the end of last year-early this year, so while I didn't finish this fic I did still make progress and for that I am very happy. My hope is to accomplish this goal in the new year now!

Finish Pearl-Filled Lungs✅REACHED! This is a pretty big one because it's been hanging over me for... long time. Three years, in fact. But I signed up for the WiP Big Bang and managed to actually get all four chapters written, edited, and published! It always feels like such a relief to be able to cross something completely off my list, but especially something that's been weighing on me the way P-FL was. In many ways, I wasn't happy with the journey, but I am happy with the end of it. I think P-FL is a lot better than I give it credit for, so I am really proud of it and proud that I got this finished.

Finish The Passing of Things❌Not Reached. I was actually really hoping to get this done, so I'm going to make this a goal for next year!

Update Absolution (Ch 4-6)✅❌❌Partially fulfilled. While I did not get three updates in for Absolution, I still got one so that's a partial win for me!

Update TAoL (Ch12)❌Not Reached. Sadly, this update was not in the cards for me this year, which is truly a tragedy for me because it's been two years since the last time I updated. But unfortunately, this next chapter has a lot of issues that need fixing, so getting through has not been easy. However, it is a top priority in the new year!

Update TBotDatP aka the Ballad❌Not Reached. Another fic I was hoping to update, but alas, not this year. But the first chapter is very much underway, so with any luck, I'll be getting a Ballad update out in short order!

Update WNNBYT aka the Hanahaki fic❌Not Reached. While this is a fic I'm excited to work on, it has lost priority in favor of other fics. Maybe next year, but I don't want to make it a resolution since I have fics I'd rather focus on over this.

Update Pomegranate Sun (Ch1)✅ Reached! Amazingly, I was able to get chapter one of this fic out, though it did take a while. However, I'm very proud of how that first chapter turned out and excited to continue this fic with @ghoste-catte in the new year!

Update 13S❌Not Reached. I did get a good chunk of the next update for this worked on, but tragically the amount of worldbuilding needed for this chapter put a wrench in my plans to move forward. However, the worldbuilding has been done in large part, so I am looking forward to getting this fic updated next year!

Edit Alliance❌Not reached. In general, Allied Nations has not been on my mind or at the top of my list. I think, more than likely it won't be until I get TAoL finished, as that's a similarly huge project, even as a stand alone story.

Update Honor Bound❌Not reached. Similar to the above. And while I do have the first three chapters written, I don't want to dive into posting any more chapters of this fic until I've edited Alliance and made the changes to it I know are needed.

Resolutions Reached✅: 3.5 Resolutions Not Reached❌: 9.5

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2023 Resolutions

With 2022 at an end and a lot more writing done than I expected, I'm hoping to carry that energy into 2023, regardless of other things. I do hope to move to Ireland and get back into sewing regularly, but as my health has changed much of my life, I'm also anticipating more time at home as I shift into working from home. So with that, I hope I also find more time and energy to focus on writing.

This is a lot, and I do not expect to get all of this done, but the goal is to get as much of it done as I can. I have a lot of motivation, so here's to a successful writing year in 2023!

Complete IEYH

Complete Absolution

Complete MHiYH

Complete TPoT

Update 13S (3-6)

Update TAoL (12-15)

Update PomSun (Ch3)

Update TBotDatP aka The Ballad (Ch-4)

Update TEA (Ch1)

Update TCoS (Ch1)

Update BotB (Ch2)

Publish the sequel to Flyweight Love, HB3

Publish The Beautiful Beast of Cāngdì (Ch1)

Publish A Cat's Guide to Finding Love

Complete at least three more MFBingo squares

#fic wrap #end of year writing summary #my fanfiction #gaalee

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chihirolovebot · 2 years

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1 5 & 10 for sleep awake!!!! i must know especially the first one

OKAY LETS GO. i talk a bit abt mental health and depression in the first one btw so if u dont want to hear abt that i beg u scroll.

one — what inspired you to write the fic this way?

god. i mean. the actual answer is that i am severely mentally ill. and like kind of in a funny haha way but kind of actually also and im not medicated for adhd or depression at the moment either. it was basically a combination of not being able to get danganronpa out of my actual head, like, seriously this is the longest hyperfixation i have ever had to the point where im considering it just a special interest instead. like, reader insert and escapism has always been my way of interacting with media i was a fan of, since i was like SIX i was imagining myself into winx club and scooby doo and it literally has just never changed. PLUS i thought it would be a good way to explore a lot of the characters i wasn't familiar with, like kirumi, tenko, and kokichi himself. and then another big part of it was i just. wanted a story where someone like me got to go on the journey i wanted to go on, the one i am currently going on. like, the main theme of wanting to live and realising your life has value didn't come from nowhere, it's stuff that i need to hear and learn for myself. and honestly it has helped, a lot, so yk sometimes therapy can be writing a 300k danganronpa reader insert fanfic. sorry this was probably a bit of a deeper answer than u were expecting but it is the simple truth.

five — what part was the hardest to write?

it shouldn't come as a surprise, but definitely chapter three. all of that had me pulling my actual hair out trying to make everything connect and make sense and even as i was writing the trial i was like god. i've forgotten something. this is paced awfully. i've created a plot hole. everyone's going to hate it. the first trial and making the reader look super guilty for rantaro's murder was also super difficult, probably just because it was the first time i did it and didn't really know how to lay all the groundwork yet; i vividly remember having to write the trial chapter and the investigation chapters alongside each other so i could keep the truth bullets and the testimoniest concurrent and consistent. like, i would figure out something that had to be brought up during the trial and immediately go and write it in the investigation, and keep going. it was pretty exhausting.

ten — why did you choose this pairing for this particular story?

it's kinda interesting actually. the story didn't start out with the vision of, i want to do a kokichi/reader. actually right up until i published it was like, okay. i want there to be a romantic interest, but i also do want people to like. read it. so i should do one of the more popular characters, which left me with kaito, shuichi and kokichi. i eliminated kaito kinda early on because i wanted the love interest to coincide with reader's journey on learning to want to live, and i thought the storyline would be too repetetive of what kaito did for shuichi and maki. so i was flipping between shuichi and kokichi right up until i published the first chapter. weirdly, i think shuichi might have been a more conventionally suited love interest to the reader's journey, as he goes on a pretty similar one himself. in the end, though, that's exactly why i went with kokichi, for the contrast and the unconventionality of it. i thought it would be more of a challenge. it would definitely be nice to read about shuichi and reader growing and healing together but, like, i saw the potential for a much more complex story and themes with kokichi, ones that i was more interested in exploring.

#these were very fun to muse on!!! love my baby fic so much #🌙; ask games #🏚.sleep awake #<3.kodzus #tw mental health #tw depression #tw depression mention #depression mention

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prepnursey · 2 years

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10,11,15,and 29 for the ask game? ~dexsbruins

Thanks for asking! Questions are from this post

10. How do you stay motivated to finish what you’ve started?

Great question, honestly. Most of my published fic has been created as either part of fandom theme weeks (and it's been short oneshots) so there's been the pressure to finish and post the thing during that day, or as a part of a big bang event, so someone quite literally gave me a schedule and told me when I had to be done.

Still, I've got a chaptered fic I haven't updated in a year, and my newest fic sat half-completed for a while when I didn't even think about it. I write because it's fun, but I think the final push to get something polished enough that I want to show it to people is at least partially caused by the desire to get attention. Who doesn't like seeing nice tumblr tags or enthusiastic ao3 comments?

11. What’s your longest fanfic?

That would be She knows herself (and that's enough), my technically canon-compliant big bang fic about Whiskey being a trans woman, dating Tango and Foxtrot and going to the NHL.

This fic is my baby, I had a wonderful time writing it (by which I mean projecting onto Whiskey) and honestly I think about it approximately ten times a week

15. OCs or no OCs?

My fics have their fair bit of OCs, but I'm more in my comfort zone writing the inner landscapes of characters I know and understand well, so the OCs are very much there to move the plot, rather than to have rich inner lives of their own.

29. What’s more difficult? Fanfics or original work?

Hmm, both have their difficulties. I feel like my strength as a writer (or maybe just what I feel most comfortable doing) is writing characters' thoughts (and describing nature. i love talking about forests and wetlands), but I'm not really great at developing characters and giving them distinct personalities.

In original fiction it's easier to get around these issues, I can create characters that are easy for me to write and just write them walking around a town experiencing gay angst and thinking in melodramatic metaphors (I should finish this story, it slaps but I get sad every time I read it because the main character's so stuck! but then he starts flirting with a guy and it's not going anywhere because I don't know how to write it!)

In fanfic I avoid characters who I have difficulty with, I have so many ideas for fics with a lot of Bitty in them, but I don't know if I'll ever write them because his speech patterns are so difficult to get right! But on the other hand having those canon personalities helps me distinguish characters, even if they all tend closer to my style of introspective and sort of serious. I think Tango is a great example of this, I probably wouldn't put a character like him into my original writing, but in fanfic I can sort of write his canon personality, so it creates an interesting contrast with Whiskey, who very much has the exact same personality as most of the main characters in my original writing.

I don't think it really contributes to the difficulty that much, but I want to mention that I write fanfic in English, while my original fiction is in Finnish. I think what I write in both of them plays to my strengths, because writing natural-sounding dialogue is absolutely horrible in Finnish because of how different spoken and written Finnish are, but I have a bigger vocabulary for waxing poetic about trees in Finnish. (although poetic might be a bit misleading, since I write poetry in both languages) ((well okay the nature poems are all in finnish, but i write notes app poetry about gender and family and everything in whichever language the idea comes to mind in))

So in conclusion, I really can't say which one is easier, but they are pretty different for me!

#my post #ask #ask game

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hi mimi! i know this is just one voice, but i really cannot exaggerate how fucking ravenous i am over hotgw (and your whole blog too). I've been completely hyperfixed on hotgw since i found it and can EASILY say this is my all time favorite fic. nothing even begins to hold a candle to how you completely NAIL the characterization of everyone you write (which is especially such a breath of fresh air in this fandom in particular haha), how you always take the time to explore every plot point so we're constantly fully invested in the world we're in, how everyone feels so dynamic including the reader while leaving room for self insert. how descriptive your writing is so that everything just feels so fleshed out and real and its always so easy to visualize. like just straight up, you're a very very talented writer. so that coupled with the fact that you're expanding on a universe that we love. and how its so obvious that you do too with how much effort and passion shines through your writing. just makes your story so unparalleled and immersive.

also your smut is out of this world. for as limited as smut writing is, you still manage to keep it so descriptive and well paced that it feels so new and real every single scene you write. you can make even just regular smooching feel so intense. BUT I DIGRESS.

i can totally understand why the amount of notes can make it feel like its not worth updating, but please know those of us still following along really really adore your fic. and we would do anything to read it all the way to its end and see what direction you decide to go in because its obvious you can and will cook something really good up.

also!!! i want to show appreciation for the analysis posts and the tags under your reblogs and what not. they really help to fill the void in between the days we're waiting for hotgw to get updated. much love for your blog.

tldr, thank you so much for the scrumptious meals you serve us every monday <3

Truly, for someone who started out on here as pretty much just a no plot only porn smut writer, it is out of this world to me that I've written something that people enjoy as much as they do. I adore the world of asoiaf and I want to put every appreciation and respect I have for it into this fic. I want you all to see the story as I see it play out. Have plots take their time because the best parts of the main story is when we see all the details leading up to the big moments, not just the moments themselves, and I wanted to capture that.

I orignally thought this story was WAY too big for me to handle, and was going to make a new outline of chapter 1 and make it just a Robb Reader Jon sort of love triangle but it felt like there could be so much to tell once that story was done anyways, that my original outline got reworked into something with far more longevity.

I really appericate it, especially since the last fandom I came from previously, it was heavily a numbers game. If you didn't have the engagement, you were a flop. No one ever talked about it if you didn't get 200 notes minimum per fic and success was everyone reblogging it and boasting it all the time. I left the fandom because the fic mentality was really making me feel like a terrible writer, and sometimes even now it's still difficult to see low numbers and not think I am a failure with a terrible story no one likes.

Also I'm glad you enjoy the nonsense on my blog the rest of the time, especially considering how much those tags and analysis posts get me into trouble in this fandom.

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Stucky Fic Recs

So basically I went through all of my ao3 bookmarks and collated a list of some of my favourites (I couldn't fit all of them on this list, so if anyone shows interest there might be a part two).

Please read tags and descriptions of the works before reading, some of them are pretty dark or extremely horny so just make sure you check that the fic is for you!!

Please please please send me your favourite fics in return! I am always happy to hear fic recs, headcanons and any other ideas/comments you all have!

Without any further ado, here are a few of my favourite Stucky fics:

‘Not Easily Conquered’ series by dropdeaddream, WhatAreFear

Rating: M, Words: 117,692

https://archiveofourown.org/series/115516

“I told you, you heard me: I told you never to follow me into Hell. Now I’m not vain enough to think that’s why you’re out here now — if there’s any person in what’s left of this God forsaken planet who’s part of a bigger picture, it’d be you. But I’ll keep saying it until it sticks. You got nothing to prove. I’m not worth much, I damn well know that, but I’ll ask you anyway: Stay for me. If you leave me alone in this world I’ll turn into something terrible. I’ll turn into the nasty creature that’s growing inside me. This war, it’ll swallow me whole”

[To me, this fic is like the classic Stucky 101 fanfic – if you're a Stucky fan and you haven't read this, I highly recommend it. The authors explore the Steve/Bucky relationship in such an interesting, tragic, emotive way and I cry every time I read it. I couldn't praise this work enough.]

‘Ain’t No Grave’ series by spitandvinegar

Rating: M-E, Words: 131,789

https://archiveofourown.org/series/426577

"Yeah, he never calls me by my name," Steve says. "It's always champ, ace, hotshot, that kinda thing."

"Man, that is flirting," Sam says. "That nicknames thing, he is flirting with you. He's just working his way up to calling you baby or something."

Steve goes redder than a damn coke can. Sam pumps his fist. "Yes, I am so right, I am wise as hell. He did, didn't he?"

"He called me sweetheart," Steve says grimly, "because he's a drug addict with brain damage."

"Or because he looooooves you," Sam says. Captain America throws a cookie at his head. Sam eats it, because he deserves a treat for being so damn wise.”

[I'm currently re-reading this fic and absolutely loving it. The way spitandvinegar writes Bucky's road towards recovery and Steve's entire characterisation – it's all just so good. It's another one that covers some pretty dark themes, so make sure you're checkin those tags!]

'Einherjar' by thecommodore_squid

Rating: M, Words: 71297

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7157024/chapters/16249814

But Steve was fine.

Sure, he hadn’t seen Bucky in months, and sometimes he was at the punching bag so long that his skin started to peel off to expose the bones of his fingers, and sometimes he couldn’t find the energy to drag himself out of bed, and sometimes he went weeks without sleeping, and sometimes he thought about throwing himself head-first off the nearest tall structure, but he was fine.

He was absolutely, perfectly, one-hundred percent, fucking fine.

AKA In which Steve learns how to deal with his shit, and Bucky learns how to stop leaving.

[basically the definition of a recovery fic, I absolutely adore it. This is tragic and amazing and makes me cry and smile. It’s got a bunch of fantastic cameos and It really just ticks so many of my boxes.]

‘Like real People do’ by 2bestfriends

Rating: E, Words: 67,775

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19887376/chapters/47103217

“"Ask me what?" demands Bucky. "I didn't hear a question."

Steve licks his lips. "Will you stay with me? Will you come back home, Buck?"

"Home," repeats Bucky in a small voice, and then he's crying for real.”

[Basically soft lumberjack!steve and lonely twink!bucky being horny and in love. This is a comfort fic for that’s really just about my favourite boys falling in love.]

‘This City Bleeds it’s Aching Heart’ by anonymous

Rating: E, Words: 34,537

https://archiveofourown.org/works/835829/chapters/1591736

“The one where Steve and Bucky pose as a happily married couple while on a mission for SHIELD, to catch an international arms dealer hiding in a suburban neighbourhood.”

[The plot in this one is just a good time and i think it’s just a really fun take on the fake relationship trope. Also some really great characterisation.]

‘Home is Wherever I’m With You’ by cydonic

Rating: E, Words: 88,570

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18868081/chapters/44783077

“Bucky kisses Steve and Emma goodbye before they leave for school, which is why – partway down the road – Amelia turns to him and asks, “why are you and Daddy kissing?”

Which is definitely a conversation Bucky’s been expecting since Steve just did it, but it still takes him by surprise. Again, he thinks he should wait for Steve, but Amelia’s not the sort of kid to let anything rest. Plus, Bucky’s taking her to school where she will undoubtedly share the story with anyone who’ll listen.

He also stops to think that Steve’s asked him to stay, which means Bucky must be trusted with their happiness and well-being, at least in some small capacity.

Bucky clears his throat and searches for some explanation that will help Amelia make sense of this sudden turn of events. “Because we love each other,” is all he comes up with.”

[Bear with me, this is a House Flipper!Bucky Au. And dad!Steve. I just love a found family trope I’m not gonna lie to you. Another comfort fic that warms my lil heart.]

‘Lucky Seven’ by BetteNoire (WeAreWolves)

Rating: E, Words: 94,364

https://archiveofourown.org/works/7033105/chapters/16002481

“Back from where--?” James says, the sentence ending in a distinctly undignified squawk as Steve sweeps him up in his arms, bridal-style, and starts carrying him upstairs.

James tenses momentarily then relaxes into Steve's arms and throws back his head and starts laughing. The laughter peals out of him, his body shaking, his amusement occasionally broken by little gasps of pain.

“What's so funny?” Steve frowns.

“You are,” James says, still giggling. “You're ridiculous, Steve Rogers.”

“Behave. Or I will drop you,” Steve growls.

[The shrunkyclunks modern AU of my dreams featuring Mechanic!Bucky and cap!Steve and some really beautiful writing.]

'Dishonor On Your Cow' by mandarou

Rating: E, Words: 111695

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10659162/chapters/23589582

“Sergeant Barnes?”

“Oh, hell no, don’t call him that, man,” Sam warned.

“Captain Fuck Off!” Barnes shouted over him. “Fight me!”

Steve didn’t know whether to laugh or just slink away. He managed to combine the two by pacing two steps and snorting instead. Like a bull.

“I’m gonna need you to calm your ass, Barnes,” Sam said as he went limp again, obstructing Barnes’s struggling under him. “This is so undignified. That is Captain goddamn America.”

“Captain goddamn America!” Barnes repeated, louder. And angrier.

Steve cleared his throat again. “I’ve been looking for you,” he told Barnes.

“I hope you brought lube this time!” Barnes shouted.

[I’m not gonna lie it took me a minute to get into this one but by the end I was crying with them, laughing with them, and just really in my feels. Some very insane things happen so here’s a few of my favourite tags: ‘Seargent Barnes is done with your Shit Steve’, ‘blatant disrespect of a man’s motorcycle’, ‘Steve you ding dong’ and ‘PR nightmares in the form of Supersoldiers’.]

Propietary Information by Notlucy

Rating: E, Words: 85141

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11964402/chapters/27054777

“Okay, so Bucky Barnes has a crush on Steve Rogers. The guy's gorgeous, talented and, oh yeah, the Chief Design Officer of the biggest tech company in the world. In other words: he's so far out of Bucky's league that he might as well be in a different stratosphere.”

[We were never gonna get through this list without a Sugar Daddy!AU (I have a weakness). This one is… saucy and sexy and sweet and uh pretty kinky so read the tags and all. I’ve read it a few times, and I love the way the author has written Steve in this one, he just makes my heart go '!!!']

‘Roots Have Grown’ by AustinB

Rating: M, Words: 17280

https://archiveofourown.org/works/6912451/chapters/15767941

“Bucky is a mildly agoraphobic veteran with funds to spare, who becomes enamored with the cute blonde guy in his building.

So when Steve mentions needing a roommate to cut down on rent costs, Bucky decides it would be a good idea to volunteer.”

[Another weakness of mine is Roommate AUs, and this one is phenomenal. I tend to go for post serum!Steve stories more often, but this is a pre-serum Steve that I just adore.]

‘The Cold Never Bothered me Anyway’ by icoulddothisallday

Rating: E, Words:75562

https://archiveofourown.org/works/11728869/chapters/26425530

“Bucky Barnes has spent his whole life in a state of mild hypothermia. Steve Rogers has spent the last 70 years in the ice. The two things aren’t related until, suddenly, they are. Shrunkyclunks soulmate AU (AKA the awkward bb au).”

[I think this is the only soulmate AU in my bookmarks? I would totally be down to read more though! This one is really fun and really enjoy Bucky’s characterisation here!]

'War, Children' by Nonymos

Rating: E, Words: 106615

https://archiveofourown.org/works/5373050/chapters/12409394

“After Bucky was released from the hospital, it only took him a couple of weeks to give up on himself. Difficult to believe in any kind of future when the simple act of staying alive was almost too big an effort.

Out the frosted window, across the street, there was a tiny homeless guy burrowing under an awning.”

[An interesting exploration of Bucky’s PTSD with a trans!Steve which was a cool take on his character too!]

'The Company You Keep' by orbingarrow

Rating: G, Words: 51191

https://archiveofourown.org/works/3468605/chapters/7613072

“Hurt, hungry, and on the run, the Winter Soldier doesn’t have a lot of safe options to go to for help. Figuring that any friend of Captain Steve Rogers is unlikely to be HYDRA, Bucky takes a chance and reaches out to the first Avenger he can find.

It works out better than anyone could have expected. Eventually.”

[hurt/comfort, recovering Bucky, protective Steve, found family and domestic avengers, need I say more? I absolutely loved this one]

#stucky #stucky fics #stucky fic recs #fic rec

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elia-de-silentio · 3 years

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Recap on Vanijeanne

As we try to recover from ... well, chapter 50, who wants to read a recap on the most controversial and Problematique couple in the manga?

*crickets*

Well, it was in my to-do list, so I'm writing it anyways.

Now, I love their first meeting, because while it sucks on 'what is actually happening' level, it does a wonderful work of exposure of the characters, hinting at their further development in a few panels.

Jeanne is presented as a '''''"strong woman'''''' ... meaning that's she's very good at fighting. That's essentially a good thug, it says nothing on character strenght. In fact, the only words she says for the first two chapters are asking Luca for orders: she's not shown as someone who takes initiative and acts on her own.

Even her emotional bond to Luca is taken as a sign of her weakness; while caring for someone isn't in any way a moral or emotional deficiency, quite the opposite actually, it hints at the fact that this girl has been so isolated, she has grown terribly attached to the only person to treat her with more than basic decency.

Speaking of basic decency, Vanitas fails even that. He straight-out sexually harassess her, making her feel even more powerless after mocking her for not living up to the strenght expected from her. We will later see that Vanitas isn't above psychological attacks on his enemies (hello, Astolfo), but this is callous even for his standards. Why would he do that?

Well, even if it was the first chapters, it was a bit of a shock to see the character behaving in such a way. Insofar, Vanitas had been presented as cocky, somewhat pushy and trollish, but also determined to help people, kind to Amelia, cheerful and funny. All around, a 'good guy'.

Even Noé, who back then said he didn't particularly like Vanitas, called 'overwhelmingly right' his healing of Amelia. Vanitas pulls a face at hearing that, and I suspect his behaviour towards Jeanne is in some measure a way to 'de-impress' Noé. After all, as we'll see in later chapters, he is an horrible person and can't risk someone actually liking him, right?

Their following meeting at the Bal Masqué is almost as bad. Here, Vanitas exploits her weakened state to flat out coerce Jeanne into drinking his blood, again using Luca as emotional blackmail (she'll hurt Vani, so the kid will be okay). Again, Jeanne really, really doesn't want to do this, and the scene drives home well her turmoil and hatred for the whole situation.

If Jeanne is being coerced in a situation of weakness, Vanitas is not actually faring that better. He wanted to have his blood drunk because he had seen Dominique and Noé do that, and he wanted something similar to the affection these two expressed, but not too similar because he doesn't deserve it and so he must make sure that the other party hates him and - this guy is a mess.

But the blood-drinking looks definitely painful for him. Heck, he even has to cover his own mouth to avoid screaming!

Their third meeting keeps on this proud tradition. In this instance, Vanitas makes quite a bit of back and forth: first he teases Jeanne in public about that possession mark, then dials back when he sees Luca taking issue; he offers privately to help her mantain her secret about the uncontrollable blood-craving, then he puts forth conditions (that she calls him by his name, thus establishing an intimacy she doesn't want, and that she drinks only from him, this limiting the damage she could do but also keeping a personal leash on her); he requires that she only drinks his blood, prattling on how good it feels, but then he has the same pained expression when she actually does it. His motivations here are probably mixed: partly desire to help a possible curse-bearer, partly a way to exercise control on Jeanne (as we have seen with Noé, Vanitas likes being the one in charge of situations), and partly some actual attraction to her.

On her part, Jeanne stands firm in her dislike of Vanitas, even if she really liked the taste of his blood.

Later in the same chapter, Noé questions Vanitas about love; he admits that he doesn't really know, just when he looks a Jeanne il flusso sanguigno gli passa dalle zone superiori a quelle inferiori his heart beats faster. He also lists his reasons for liking Jeanne; quite surprisingly, not only her considerable chest (though that got attention) but also some personality traits, such as her weird blend of toughness and fragility. Still, they're not exactly deep reasons. It sound more like a superficial crush.

But then, he adds something very important: he pursues her because she won't love him back. Here we got the first big hint of Vanitas's huge self-loathing: he is an horrible person, he doesn't deserve love, if someone loves him it means they have got some problems. He likes Jeanne, she's not the kind of person to like him back, he can have a '''safe''' relationship!

Then there is their famous date. It began as a ploy on Jeanne's part to get rid of Vanitas: because of quella comare di Noé, Dominique and then Jeanne herself get to know about that observation just above. So they get the idea: let's pretend that Jeanne really likes Vanitas, so he will leave on his own.

A sound plan, which would have worked if not for ... well, take a look at Jeanne up there. Does she look like she's confessing her love, or trying very hard not to throw up?

But the problem is: the date is great. Vanitas understands exactly what she was up to, and promptly went along with the act. And for the first time, he is actually nice to her: he shows her around the city, is attentive to her wishes, he speaks his mind about some little things.

And this completely throws Jeanne off her balance. Where does this sudden change come from? (And this was probably Vani's intention all along, as another way to keep her on edge and control her)

Not to mention, she's really not used to kindness. She's a bourreau, a pariah. She is so rarely treated with any decency, she is extremely sensitive when someone shows her even a little of it.

This ... '''cute''' rendez-vous comes to an abrupt end when an accident triggers Jeanne's bloodthirst. Vanitas gets her away before anything can happen, lets her feed on him (which still look painful) and tries to understand what exactly her problem is.

Whatever it is, Jeanne is forbidden by Ruthven to talk about it; the only thing certain, is that she is terrified by the perspective of harming Luca, should she no longer be able to control this bloodthirst. Vanitas reacts to this by promising to kill her before such thing can happen.

This scene is ...uuuuh ... interesting. I think that Vanitas actually meant well, even if only in part and in his own way. He surely sees it as an important promise, that he will honor should the necessity manifest itself. As for the other part, here is another nice chance for him to be the one in control!

With their next meeting, Mochizuki slams the gas pedal. In this case, Jeanne is not in a condition of vulnerability, there is nothing to blackmail her with at hand, and she's physically better off: it's the first time we see her take charge.

She has finally the chance to show off her better qualities: her sense of honor in repaying debts (Vanitas protected her from a blow from Astolfo before, getting wounded as a result), her level-headedness in difficult situation and her sense of responsibility towards others.

Vanitas, on the other hand, is a wreck. He lost his book, he got wounded, he has got hypotermia, he couldn't prevent Jeanne from stripping him out of the wet clothes and seeing the scars on his body, he has got a fever and is delirious. In this state, he gets a pretty loose tongue: he asks Jeanne some pretty personal questions about her motives here. She stays firm on what she 'has to' do regarding Chloé, but still, this is the first seed of doubt in her mind.

Oh, and there another kinda-kiss. No idea what Jeanne was thinking, passing Vanitas water that way instead of just putting the bottle to his lips.

Anyways, Vanitas really doesn't like not being the one in control. The morning after he acts the coldest he has ever been to Jeanne, dismissing her and then focusing on the task at hand, doing his best to avoid talking about that moment of fragility. Still, he shows some care for her, inviting her to listen to Dante's informations about Chloé.

They have a bit of a conflict of interest in there: Jeanne feels guilty about not fulfilling her duty as a tool and wants to amend by actually killing her mentor, Vanitas wants to save that same person; and, maybe because of personal experience, he has realized that Chloé 's death won't make Jeanne happy.

And how does the situation get resolved? In the sweetest, most actually romantic way possible. Vanitas exposes the truth about Gevaudan to Jeanne, and asks her what she truly wants.

A bit of exposition on Jeanne's past reveals that she has severe trauma after witnessing the death of her parents and being treated as a bourreau, a tool; she's convinced that if she ever acts according to her own will, someone else will be hurt. She's completely broken down by not having been able to kill one of the few people who treated her with kindness, and blames herself for everything that's happened in this arc.

But (after some unwitting influence from Noé) in sweeps our knight in a shining baggy coat, with the following message: she has every right to her desires. He wants to make her happy, he won't die as a result, he's ready to accept all she has to say, without judging her, with no condescension or trying to control her. All she has to do is be the one to give the order, and he'll obey. And she wishes for Chloé to be saved.

Chloé is saved. Her will to live is restored, and she is reunited with the people she loves. Jeanne is, in her own words, 'so happy she could burst', and extremely grateful to Vanitas.

This propels her to first drink his blood, and this time it really doesn't look painful; then to kiss him. And this time, he is the one to blush and stutter, clearly off-balanced by what has happened and by the fact he doesn't dislike it one bit.

The following chapters can be only described as hysterical. Upon actually falling in love, Vanitas enacts the following:

• Spending ten days in bed, thinking he's about to die.

• Believing Jeanne cursed him

• Describing extensively and graphically, in front of Count Orlok, that particular blood-drinking che per come è posto sembra più una trombata

• Getting physically thrown out as a result

• Wandering in a haze, thinking about Jeanne's smile

• Running in a panic after hearing some convenient passerby declare his feelings for a girl with him

• After almost literally stumbling on Roland, sitting down with him and Olivier and trying to get romantic advice from a guy he dislikes and another he has never seen before.

• Trying the 'asking for a friend' trick. Is figured out after an esteemed timeframe of 0.2 seconds.

(Perdonate l'interruzione. La faccia da culo di Roland meritava la condivisione)

• Getting the most desperate look after Roland diagnisizes him with 'love'

• Throwing away all pretenses and expressing outright his self-loathing, to what is pretty much a couple of strangers, in stark contrast with his usual reservation.

• Reacting like a pissed-off cat to any attempts of comfort from Roland and Noé.

Meanwhile, Jeanne ...

Well, actually there is a whole sequence where she realizes she is in love, and describes the same symptoms as Vani in a cheerful, positive way to two flabbergasted Dominique and Luca; but I felt like the above panel was the most culturally relevant.

The point is, now that the feelings are real, Jeanne is the most confident and forward of the two. And this is a pretty great thing for her: as a bourreau, she didn't think love would have played a part in her life; she felt that she was just a tool, but not now, she has realized that she can love and be loved, and this makes her happy and confident. As Dominique observes, she shreds the shyness and insecurity that circumstances had forced on her, and returns to her original, cheerful personality; you can't take your eyes off her.

Still, in a following chapter, she has that little fantasy of a classic fairytale with herself and Vani in the protagonist roles. While it's a very cute and funny scene, it highlights something that Dominique too noticed: she is very black-and-white about Vanitas. She has gone from absolutely loathing him (with good reason!) to absolutely idealizing him (again, he finally acted with real kindness and selflessness towards her, but she doesn't even recognize how awful he was towards her at the start).

This would mean a fair share of problems with any normal person, as nobody is completely horrible or completely good, but with a walking bundle of trauma, contrasting feelings and self-loathing as Vanitas? It's probably a recipe for a disaster.

So! All in all, I admit I really like this couple. I like the possibilities of self-discovery each of them represents for the other: for Vanitas, to realize that his life isn't fixated by whatever happened in his past and that he can have positive relationships with people, and that he can amend his mistakes and receive forgiveness; for Jeanne, to fully experience positive emotions, and acquire a more balanced view of people and situations if her feelings survive the clash with Vanitas's failings.

... that was, before the disaster that was chapter 50. Jeanne has a very good relationship with Dominique, too; she was worried about her, and is likely investigating her disappearence, especially because Luca called specifically for her when he found out about it.

Remember? The same Dominique Vanitas would be willing to let be killed in order to protect his own memories, and even insulted in front of Noé? If Jeanne arrives on the scene, or finds out what happened, she will be forced to a new, decidedly less positive evaluation of Vanitas.

Misha is really being a wrecking ball on whatever halfway positive relationship his brother has, as if Vanitas himself wasn't enough to mess them up.

Thanks to anyone who bothered to read my ramblings!

#vnc #vanitas no carte #the case study of vanitas #vanitas no shuki #vnc vanitas #vnc meta #vnc analysis #vnc spoilers #vnc jeanne #elia's recaps

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hiiii i really love come together!! it's my favourite canon retelling of the marauders <3 i was wondering if you could take us through your planning process, like how you keep up with so many characters and plot points, because you're an amazing writer and i'm genuinely curious about how you manage it!

aw thank you! the short answer is, i kind of don't (LOL) and the biggest learning experience from this has been that it's ok to change parts of my process as i go along, which i'll explain a bit more about in a second.

so, i used to plot all in one massive google doc with subheadings but it got so unwieldy it started to stress me out ha. here's what that looked like

but i realised pretty soon that i was struggling with this for various reasons — i plotted like this when i worked on an original novel a few years back, except there i colour-coded the text so that i'd know what plot arcs each scene was touching on, what emotional beats i wanted to draw out, etc, but when i thought about doing that for this fic i was instantly overwhelmed, because so many scenes are actually doing double duty and accomplishing multiple things at once

so then i switched to using scapple, which is actually really helpful — i'm a big visual learner, and i didn't realise how difficult it was for me to process my text/bullet-point outlines until i used a mind map. so what was useful here was being able to colour code each scene, so that i knew what "belonged" to what plotline

disclaimer: these screenshots are slightly off since i was too lazy to go back and change things that i wrote differently while drafting LOL but you get the point

so, this looks a bit wild, but note that plotlines/character arcs are highlighted a certain colour, so i remember just at a glance to, say, call back to an earlier jily scene when writing a later jily scene. OR, i can just look at the outline and know that, say, one plotline has fallen through the cracks a bit over the past few chapters — so i need to weave it back in again, and make sure i think about what's happened in the meantime.

you'll also notice there are a bunch of arrows pointing to/dipping out of the scenes. this is to tie scenes together across chapters, and keep track of plot points i want adequately foreshadowed. e.g. you can see that one arrow that's half cut-off is "nobody does it better" (LOL), which i made sure cropped up repeatedly from 33 to 37 so that it was believable that a bunch of magical kids would remember a james bond song well enough to make the banner at the quidditch match. i also was keeping track of letters to/from petunia leading up to vernon proposing, sonorus so that i was properly integrating it into the story once we were back at hogwarts, etc.

i have become woefully bad at keeping my scapple outline clean and up to date of late, because i also use scrivener, which has its own in-built scene outline card corkboard thing. so basically very early on in the two weeks of drafting i sit down and create the chapter in scrivener by dividing it up into scenes. i keep track of POV (though this might change as i begin to write) and pencil in what needs to happen in each scene

for instance, here (i'm now much neater in the outliner HAHA and i title the scenes as they actually end up in the chapter)

now i ALSO have a discord server just for myself LOL and so here's where i jot down random thoughts as they come to me and keep things for easy reference

so when i do that drafting-in-scrivener phase, i go through the "upcoming chapters" thread and pick out everything i noted and make sure to include there

thats really the gist of it! is it inefficient to use basically three methods of outlining at once? probably. but they do sort of serve different purposes, and i think adding the discord really helped too because it means all the random 3 am thoughts that come to me dont get lose in the ether since i cbf to get up and get my laptop

let me know if there's anything else you're curious about, i love talking about my process™!

#ask me #anon #come together #writing tag #ct spoilers

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Totally random, but I didn't understand a thing about this recent chapter. Could u give a tldr on it? Cause the vibes I was getting kinda made me feel like Haru was toying with legosi? But I do get that legosi is a bottom to herbivores 😅

ugh i’ve been mulling over this ask literally all day, i would’ve answered sooner but i had ~responsibilities~ to take care of. anyway,

i’ll admit chapter 195 was a bit difficult for me to completely wrap my head around as well, and I’m not very good at analysis, but I’ll give my own interpretation on the chapter. tho this’ll prolly be longer than a simple tldr lol

also a disclaimer: im typing this the night before ch196 releases in japan, so any musings or thoughts i write in this post may be different once that chapter releases, but i wanted to write my thoughts down about this chapter on its own.

so in my “review” of ch195 i thought “good for her” bc it seemed to me that haru was trying to like, idk, reclaim some power or st from legosi by “scaring him” with suggesting divorce. perhaps she is toying with legosi, and honestly i think he kinda deserves it for leaving my girl out of all the action lol. haru should be allowed to scare him!

i think looking back to some past chapters may help explain haru’s logic:

in ch173 she mentions how powerless she feels bc she can only express her love in small ways, and not in these big dramatic ways that legosi’s been doing bc she’s not a big strong carnivore.

and it’s also been established that haru has pretty low self esteem and is also kinda... passively suicidal. so i think her actions in 195 are tied to that. in ch166, she mentions that before meeting legosi, she lived as if she was just “one out of 500 million rabbits”. no one special or unique. no one worth fighting or risking your life for. easily replaced. no one who would be especially missed.

so i’m sure legosi coming in and saying she’s special and how much he loves her gives her hella whiplash. i think these feelings make a resurgence in 195.

haru notices legosi’s newfound confidence & gets irritated bc she feels like she just doesn’t compare. what could such a radiant wolf see in her, a one in 500 million rabbit?

i also think that, even tho haru also loves legosi, if she just goes along with him, it sorta enforces their roles as “predator” and “prey”. it’s a wolf pursuing a rabbit, though it’s romantically rather than out of a desire to eat.

so if haru simply agrees to a happy life with legosi, it’s as if he “won“. the wolf got the rabbit. the predator got his prey. and aren’t they trying to surpass those roles? so haru defies that. she finds her own way to “win“. to not just simply be “prey“. so that’s why i think she wanted to scare him. it’s one of the few ways she can hold power over him.

she wants their relationship to be as equals. not as a “herbivore” and an “carnivore” but as haru and legosi.

so i interpreted haru’s “proposal” not as “let’s get married Right Now” but more as like, a promise that they’ll keep working to make their relationship... healthier i guess.

perhaps this is wishful thinking on my part bc it’s obvious they’ve still got issues to work out w/ their relationship but this chapter made me hopeful that these issues would actually get addressed and solved. tho at the same time im also rather frustrated bc this is the 2nd to last chapter, and it feels like they’re Just Starting to work out their relationship issues. rly hoping the last chapter leaves things rather open ended & doesn’t try to pretend that everything’s all sunshine & roses for them now.

#beastars #beastars spoilers #legoharu #beastext #legosi #haru #i hope this makes even a little sense lol #gladiodaddyo #i typed and retyped this like 3 times my thoughts are so scattered sdjflskjdkfj

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youngmistressofchopchop · 4 years

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I did it. Now I dont write, I draw so this is not gonna be so good. Its been through many revisions and I realized I spelt "Yuseke" as "Yueske the entire time so forgive me ill fix that next chapter. My Kuwabara x oc story:

It was finally cold again. Miyoko was overjoyed, she had never liked summer. Sure there was no school and she had more time with friends, but she couldn't stand the heat. She detested those sweaty nights, or how the bugs always bothered her, actually she didnt care for any part of summer.

Miyoko had dropped so many hints over the years and yet somehow, Kuwabara still had no clue. His air-headed-ness was cute, but it made things difficult for the shy girl Miyoko was. She just couldn't work up the nerve to say something, and when she did, something would always interrupt her. However, today she planned to change that! Miyoko got dressed up as cozy as she could, ready for what her and her friends had planned and with a gleam of excitement in her eyes, she headed out the door.

That was apart from going to see her crush, Kazuma Kuwabara's baseball games, he would play every summer. When they were younger, he played in an official team wearing his "Mötor Head" jersey and smoking every opposing team he played against. Miyoko never missed a single game! Every home run, every strike, and every fight that broke out because of a bad call, she was there. When they got older, she would be there to watch him play against his friends, still wearing that jersey. She was always supportive of him, she was madly in love with him, and had been for awhile.

"Urameshi!! Where do you think you're going?? I was talking to you!" Kuwabara's feet hit the sidewalk with force as he sprinted after Yueske, who had walked only a few feet, forcing Kuwabara to stop abruptly frantically trying to steady himself without falling. After regaining balance, Kuwabara grabed a fists full of his friend's jacket to pull him close aggressively.

"D-Dont tell anyone! Or I'll break your mouth, so you cant tell anyone nothin' ever again!!" Kuwabara's face was as red as the setting sun. Unfazed, Yuseke stared at Kuwabara blankly for a short second before sighing and shrugging the big flustered fool off of him.

"Listen man, I wont say anything. But this is getting really annoying. Ive told you before that you should just go through with it. Whats your problem with admitting to her anyways?" Yuseke looked to the helpless man and immediately regretted asking. Kuwabara looked off dramatically twords the orange and red sky. His shoulders slouched, slumping over, and fiddling with his hands.

"I....Shes really pretty, ya know? And...Im well...ya know?" His voice trailed off, as if wanting reassurance he was being foolish. When there was no reply, Kuwabara peeked up with a quivering bottom lip.

Yueske stood with his hands in his pocket saying nothing, only wearing a furrowed brow and tight lips. Suddenly, he burst into laughter. Causing Kuwabara to stand up straight and look at him even more embarrassed, and ready to punch him.

"I never thought I'd hear the great Kuwabara, warrior of love, admit to being ugly!!" Mocked Yueske. He bent over shaking his head and slapping his leg, resting his other elbow on his knee and laughing loudly. He straightened and wiped a fake tear from his eye. Kuwabara gasped in shock.

"What?? Ugly??" Again Kuwabara grabbed at his friend, this time missing and falling. He quickly got up and held up a threatening fists.

"Im not ugly!! Im just not a romantic type!!" He rubbed his fists on his chest.

"I am a warrior of love, so I know how to treat a lady and how to talks to girls, I just....." He paused, his mouth moving like hes trying to remember how talking works. "She's different!!" He finaly blurted out. "She reads them girly romance books that Kurama likes!!" With a frustrated grunt, Kuwabara rubbed his neck nervously and spoke in a much more serious tone.

"Ive known her a real long time, and I cant tell her yet cuz I'm kinda worried she only thinks of me like how Shizuru thinks of me." Yueske picked up on the seriousness of the situation and scoffed trying to lighten things up again.

"Well you are ugly, but I think she likes you anyway. Besides man, why asks me? You think I read them werid books?" Yueske pat Kuwabara awkwardly on the shoulder.

"No way. I asked cuz you have a girlfriend!!" Kuwabara turned to look at Yueske who was moving his arm away.

"So? Doesnt mean I know what im doing, just asks Keiko." The boys laugh, seeming to have calmed down a great deal. Before much more could be said, four familiar and approaching voices could be heard chatting playfully.

"Oh dear, you didnt actually take me seriously did you, Miyoko?" Botan said in a teasing tone.

"I did!! I'm gullible, you cant just tell me anything about spirit world.I will believe it!! Everytime!" The two girls laughed.

"I've noticed," Interjected Kurama. "You have managed to retained alot of attributes from your childhood haven't you? I find that interesting." Kurama continud, wrapping an arm around Botan.

"Alot of people say that...is that a bad thing? I'm not immature am I?" Miyoko felt nervous now. Maybe that was the why Kuwabara never seemed to return her feelings, perhaps she wasn't mature enough for a relationship.

Keiko quickly spouted, "No no! I don't think he meant it like that, I think it's cute!" Keiko put a reassuring arm around Miyoko and smiled a friendly smile.

"Ofcourse! Its an admirable trait." Kurama said as Botan giggled.

Botan wagged her finger and pointed it at Miyoko with a knowing smile "Im on to you! You shouldn't feel so insecure!" Botan pulled her arm back and used it to hug Kurama's arm. "Don't be so hard on yourself, I know you're simply nervous, so you're being extra critical of yourself, but you'll do fine!" Botan hummed encouragingly. "And, we all look fantastic!" Botan added as they all rounded the corner.

Keiko stopped dead in her tracks, and started tapping her foot. "Well, most of us are...Yueske! I thought I told you to dress up!!" Keiko pouted, walking over to her boyfriend's side.

Yueske was the most casually dressed out of all of them. Just wearing his usual faded blue jeans, black converse shoes, plain yellow shirt and favorite green and yellow windbreaker jacket. He looked even more underdressed standing next to Keiko. She was wearing a lovely pale pink turtleneck, a plum purple suspender skirt reaching to her knees, long white socks, and loafers to match her skirt. Despite their contrasting attire, they somehow matched perfectly.

Yueske wrapped his arm around Keiko's shoulder and smirked."Kuwabara isnt dressed up." He looked over to Kuwabara and nodded his way while jutting his thumb twords his friend.

"What!! I am too!! This is the nicest thing I got!! Other than like...a tux or something!!" Kuwabara wore a blue Letterman jacket, a red sweater with dark blue jeans, and brown dress boots laced in black, he was indeed dressed up quite nicely. Miyoko blushed at the sight of his clothing, he cleaned up nicely as always. She couldn't help but smile at him, it was always a slight surprise to see him out of his school uniform. Kuwabara had a simular reaction to Miyoko's choice of clothing. She dawned a wine red A-line dress, knitted black leggins, and shin high beige lace up boots. She wasn't one to dress up like this, but she wanted to tonight, it was a special night after all.

Trying to redirect the situation and prevent Yueske and Kuwabara from fighting, Botan chimed in. "Well, I never have to worry about Kurama when it comesto presentation! Unless ofcourse, he's overdressed and making me look a fool!" Kurama and Botan giggled to eachother looking the most put together, like they were the parents of the group. Tonight, everyone was going their part to help Miyoko's odds, evident by Botan, who was wearing something much different from her usual choice of clothing.

She modelled a white turtle neck dress, form fitting reaching just above her knees with a small slit on the right side, with sleeves that reached slightly past her palms, she wore her wedding ring, hoop earings, beige velvet tights, and blue slip on flats to top off the look. To match her, Kurama dressed just as nice. Wearing a white button up tucked neatly into his dark brown pants, red suspenders with red suede shoes laced in black, and a matching wool trench coat to top complete it all. Now everyone felt underdressed.

"So what are we doing anyway?" Yueske asked scratching his cheek. Keiko shook her head "Are you serious? You've been waiting around this long, and you dont even know why??" Yueske simpled shrugged "I guess?"

Botan sighed looking tired, Yueske was a handful for everyone. "Dont you remember, Yueske? I told you this morning! We're all having dinner!"

Botan motioned to the brick building everyone was standing next to. "You've been standing right next to the restaurant! Where I told you we would be meeting up, seriously! You didn't connect the dots?" Botan tilted her head with a hopeless look. Yueske gritted his teeth and roughly pulled Keiko by her hip to his, talking through his teeth. "Whatever!!" He sighed and let go of Keiko fixed his hair flustered, he brought his fists down onto his palm talking loudly. "So now that we're all here, can we go?? Im starving and you guys took all damn evening to get here!"

Keiko lightly kicked his shoe pouting up at him. "Hush!! Its not our fault you dont listen, besides you didnt even try to dress nice! So I dont feel sorry for you." Yuseke quickly stepped aside and raised his voice a bit "Hey! Didnt ya hear me?? I didn't know what was going on!!" Keiko roughly poked her boyfriend's chest, "Again, not our problem! Listen and you wouldn't have to worry!!"

Kurama was the first to put a stop to the bickering. He took a wide step twords the brick building and grabbed the glass doors handle, he opened the door and motioned for everyone fallow him inside.

So theres that. I'll write more soon. I hope its as fun to read as it was fun to write.

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