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macsimagines · 8 months

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mikey, ran and sanzu w/ a s/o who is really shy UNTIL you get to know them better. once ran’s s/o is fully comfortable with him they’re probs both menaces 😭😭

TW:YANDERE CONTENT, MINORS DNI, DRUG MENTION

Yandere! Mikey Sano

He saw you hanging with your friends and then you without them, the stark difference made him feel some kind of kinship to you. He can understand what it's like putting on a front or even not exposing your true self.

So he goes out of his way to make you feel safe with him, at first it's just this weird sense of pity, a twinge at his heart that he can't describe but then you smile at him, you laugh with him and he has a name to this feeling in his chest.

Mikey wasn't trying to fall in love with you, but then you let him in and now he doesn't want out. Very few people are allowed within his inner circle but he wants you at the center with him.

Now that he's had a taste though, its not enough. He drinks in you, every ounce of just you like a man that's dying of thirst. When Mikey's interest is peaked good luck driving him off...

Yandere!Ran Haitani

His interest was thoroughly peaked. At first you caught his eye by being another pretty face at one of his clubs. He liked breaking in the shy types and with how you had your arms crossed to cover your body he already knew you were going to be fun to play with.

What he hadn't been expecting was catching the end of a conversation with one of your friends and really liking what he heard.

"Bitch, if I feel one more of these busted ass wannabe MGK lookin' muthafuckas touch my ass I'm gonna- uh...Hi?"

Oooo that tone switch when you saw him standing right next to you, he knew there was so much more there. Ran was a smart guy he could get you to open up.

A few fancy drinks and some well placed conversations here and there and suddenly you were so much more than a prospective conquest of his.

Don't think you're going home tonight, he's got a hotel room and a bed with both your names on it baby. Actually don't think you're going home ever.

Yandere! Sanzu Haruchiyo

Thought you were a stuck up bitch of a secretary to one of the other Execs. Turns out you're just quiet, which also doesn't really interest him much. But you don't talk much and let him just mouth off which suits him just fine.

He can say anything to you and you just nod that pretty little head and don't give much input, which is great because he doesn't want it.

"And then that motherfucker ODs in the middle of our deal! What a fucking pussy, punk ass light weight! Can you believe it!?" "Well...ya, I had to help clean up the mess."

That was probably the first time you ever spoke to him, not that he's complaining. He was more shocked to find he liked the sound of your voice than anything.

Now he constantly wants your input for everything. "The blue pill or red pill?" "Both, if you're not a pussy."

But be warned now that you're more interesting to him, he doesn't plan on letting you go anywhere else anytime soon. You're eventually going to figure out Sanzu basically owns you now.

#yandere tokyo revengers #yandere manjiro sano #yandere mikey sano #yandere ran haitani #yandere sanzu haruchiyo

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yourlocalfriendlyhobbit · 1 year

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Hello! Could you do a merlin x reader to the prompt accidentally referencing them as "my". Maybe Merlin accidentally references the reader as his s/o when speaking to arthur or smthg and arthur gets all oooo and starts questioning merlin only for the reader to come into the room and Arthur just starts teasing them and it all ends in merlin confessing his feelings? Thank you!!!

<< Part 2 | Part 3 (not posted yet) >>

• A/N:

It's actually the first time I write for the show! i'm happy there's still people who loves it! Please keep sending me requests for any characters of the show (bonus points if it's Mordred! i freaking loooove him!)

I kept the idea of Merlin refering to reader as 'my' but changed the plot because i couldn't find how to write it... i really hope you don't mind...

AND I AM SOOOO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE! And i also apologise to the other people who sent me requests! i have a major writing block at the moment, and i didn't want to write something that would be bad... y'all trust me with your ideas, i only want to give you guys the best <3

With the tourney coming up, Camelot was bustling; servants were running back and forth, preparing rooms for the lords and ladies that would come. And Arthur didn't spare Merlin, who already had tones of chores to do... And more chores meant he wouldn't be spending time with you any time soon...

It wasn't really a secret that the young man had a crush on you; though he thought he was hiding it good enough, pretty much everyone saw it. Yes, even Arthur; he was just waiting for the perfect opportunity to tease Merlin about it.

And it's the day of the tourney that said opportunity came.

...

The day was just as chaotic as you would expect it to be. Servants and squires running around the grounds of the castle to get what their lords want; Horses were being tended to; Ladies could be seen occasionaly, looking for the knight they wished to give their favors to... And Arthur was being Arthur. He made Merlin run to his room to get him something that he forgot (of course he said that it was Merlin who forgot it).

Merlin was running in one of the corridors, dodging other servants and guards, apologising when he knocked into someone. But in his hurry, he spotted you carrying a basket of what looked like bed sheets. Merlin had not seen you in maybe 2 or 3 days. He was running so fast that when he saw you and tried to stop to talk to you, he tripped over his own feet, and fell face first on the hard ground, and what he was carrying ended up flying at the end of the corridor.

People around didn't stop to help him; some looked at him laying on the ground but kept walking. Everyone except you. You ran up to him.

"Merlin? Merlin, are you okay?"

You put your hand on his shoulder lightly. He growned in pain, holding the side of his head.

"I think I'm okay, but I have hit my head pretty hard..."

He said. Merlin knew that he would be okay, he could use magic to heal himself.

"Are you sure? Maybe we should get Gaius to check if you are really okay..."

He knew he shouldn't smiled but seeing you so worried for him was making him flustered. He sat up slowly, his hand still holding the side of his head.

"No, no, really I'm good... I have to go back to Arthur's tent to help him finish getting ready for the tourney. This dollophead can't do it alone."

He laughed. The last comment made you chuckle. It was impressive how Merlin could talk to the Prince and not get punished for it... You helped him stand up, making sure he could actually stand on his two feets.

"Alright Merlin, you go help him... but stop running please. You are going to really hurt yourself one day..."

He chuckled, and before he could really think, he kissed your forehead.

"Don't worry, my (Y/n), i wont!"

It took Merlin a second, seeing your red face, to realise what he had just done and said. Which resulted in him blushing just as much as you. He started stuttering, trying to apologise and his heart was racing. You found that endearing. You thought he was adorable.

Unbeknownst to both of you, Arthur, who was getting impatient seeing as Merlin had not come back, was standing at the end of the corridor, watching. Now, he had what he wanted to tease Merlin as much as much as possible...

"(Y/n) I- hum- I'm sorry I- I don't know why I did that-"

"Merlin, it's okay, no need to apologise..."

You said calmly. You just looked at eachother for a second before you both smiled. You were looking at the ground, with red cheeks, but Merlin couldn't look away from you, completely entranced by you. You cleared your throat before saying:

"I should go or I'm going to be yelled at.... And Arthur is going to be mad if you don't come back soon... But we could talk again, later..."

His heart was pounding so hard, he was sure you could hear it.

"Yes- Y-Yes, absolutely! Can't wait!"

He said breathlessly. You picked up your basket.

"Then , see you later."

You stood on your tip toes, and kissed his cheek. You gave him one last smile and left. Merlin stood there, smiling like a dork, watching you leave. When you turned a corner and disappeared from sight, a heavy hand landed on his shoulder. And when he turned, he saw Arthur smiling mischievously.

"I send you to my chambers to get something, and find you flirting with (Y/n)- Let me rephrase this. Flirting with your (Y/n)~"

Merlin became red from neck to the tip of his ears. It was really his luck... He wouldn't hear the end of it. Arthur added:

"I can't blame you, Merlin. They're very pretty... And it's about time you do something about that crush you have on them, because I was getting frustrated to see you all desesperate to get their attention..."

"Oh, you mean desesperate like you are when Guinevere is in your vicinity...?"

The words flew out of his mouth before he had time to stop them. Arthur looked at Merlin with raised eyebrows, as if saying 'oh, are we really doing that now...?'. Merlin started taking small steps backward, before breaking into a full sprint with Arthur chasing after him...

DO NOT COPY, TRANSLATE OR REPOST MY WRITINGS!

#bbc merlin #merlin #bbc merlin x reader #merlin x reader #colin morgan

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vnmpior · 11 months

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oooo can I request angst w keith? Maybe unrequited love ? Like reader and keith are childhood friends or sthm.

I ACTUALLY HATE WRITING ANGST. but it has to be done. i'm finishing writing a smut for him so 🙏I'LL TAKE THIS ONE. hint of klance?? really implied klance??. tbh i might make a second part if enough people want it

not proofread/really short because im ass at anything other than romance and smut

today was the day.

you straightened up from where you were sitting on your bed, holding a little letter in your hand. a letter you would give to keith if you were too scared to even say it straight to his face.

"i like you." it read. you slightly cringed at how it sounded like a middle schooler's confession letter.

but it was straightforward and got the point across. if it backfired, you could always make up some crazy backstory to the note, but you were sure it wasn't going to get to that point.

you were hoping it wouldn't.

you and keith have been basically tied together for as long as you could remember. you went through elementary school, middle school, and even the garrison academy, until he eventually dropped out.

somehow you had managed to follow him into space. a chance of fate, that one night you managed to follow lance and hunk and pidge.

now basically a medic, since you weren't meant to be a paladin and this was the best job you could fit into. and so far, you've been having the time of your life for the past few months.

of course, that didn't mean you were entirely relaxed all the time. it seemed way too often that one of the paladins have to come to you to fix up an injury they had received, either on a mission or even just practicing. keith was your most normal visitor, and you definitely weren't complaining. (but you were always worried for him.)

letting out a huge sigh, you stand up from your bed and make your way to the door, it sliding open once you were in close proximity. you began sweating as thoughts raced through your mind.

what if he genuinely doesn't like you like that?

what if this ruins what you guys have been building up for years?

what if this disgusts him and he never talks to you again?

what if he does something worse than him saying "no"?

you shook your head. you weren't too confident, but you also weren't going to dampen your mood. all you have to do is go up to him, hand him the note, and wait.

you were about to go search for keith, when it turns out you didn't have to move at all. he was making it down the hallway, and he perked up a little when he saw you standing there.

"hey, i have a question," he sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck when he had finished jogging towards you.

he noticed the envelope in your hands, but paid no mind to it as you gestured for him to come inside your room.

"so, what do you want to talk about?" you held off on confessing, opting to hear him out first since he did come looking for you, and you were curious. you placed the envelope on the drawer, right next to a picture of you and keith as kids that you had always kept on you.

he slumped onto your bed, letting out a big sigh as you could see he was struggling to find words for what he wanted to say.

"i don't know what to tell lance."

"tell lance?" you questioned. maybe he needed your advice to just talk to lance about something important.

"well. . ." he hesitated.

"you can tell me anything, keith," you made your way over to him and sat next to him.

"i don't know how to tell lance i like him."

you sure as fuck weren't expecting that.

your jaw dropped, and keith watched as you turned away from, not wanting him to see your glossy eyes.

"w-well." your voice cracked, you quickly covering it up with a cough. "sorry, allergies."

when you finally faced him again, you saw him looking at you questioningly. "you alright?"

"yeah, yeah." you rubbed your eyes as if they were itchy, playing into the 'allergies' cover-up. at least he won't ask why your eyes were red and teary.

(but you knew he was smarter than that.)

"hm, well." you tried not to think about it too hard, lest you start tearing up again. "just be bold and do it. you miss all the shots you don't take."

very ironic.

he grunted as he sat up. "as if i haven't been telling myself that for months.

months?

you've been pinning for a man who's liked someone else for months. all those years of childish infatuation down the drain. all the years of thinking about a future with him.

you wished you never met him.

quickly standing up so he wouldn't see the tears threatening to fall, you excused yourself.

"i have to use the bathroom. sorry keith, i'll see you later." right before you left, you turned your head at an angle so you could see him from the corner of your eyes.

"and remember, what could go wrong?" everything went wrong for you.

but you couldn't be mad at him. you were mad you didn't see the signs. it's not his fault he wasn't in love with you, and there was nothing you could do to change that. the most you could do out of love for him is hope that him and lance get together.

the door shut behind you, leaving a very confused keith on your bed.

he also made his way to the door, trying to build up confidence to ask lance out. his eyes trailed to the picture of you and him, and he smiled. he loved you like a sister, and couldn't imagine losing you, although you did seem a bit more distant after he. . .

he realized.

looking at the letter you left on the drawer, he saw that it was addressed to him.

he didn't bother opening it, because he already knew what was in it.

"fuck," he ran a hand through his hair. you were the last person he should've asked for advice. rushing, he went looking for you.

you on the other hand were in a random hallway, rubbing your wet face to make it look as presentable as possible before you went to the training deck to work out all your feelings. is it a healthy coping mechanism? probably not. but you didn't care.

how did you not see the way the two of them interacted? they were obviously a lot closer than with the other paladins. you were stupid.

never would you ever be blinded by hopeless love ever agai-

"something wrong?" you lifted your head to see shiro gazing at you worriedly.

part 2 with shiro!?!?!?

#I HATE THIS SO MUCH UGHHHHH #x reader #voltron mtl #keith voltron #voltron keith #voltron x reader #voltron #vld #vld fanfic #keith x reader #voltron legendary defender #keith kogane #angst

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yanderes-galore · 2 years

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Halloween request: A Yandere!Naga seeing and capturing S/O while walking through the forest one Halloween night

Oooo! Naga time ^^ Gender neutral naga for now. New OC just dropped, meet Nilwa. Feel free to tell me if Nilwa seems male or female. I wanted to do more for them but ran out of ideas. I might add on more at a later date.

Underbrush

Yandere! Naga Short

(Halloween Event - Naga)

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Stalking, Drugging with venom, Manipulation, Obsession, Kidnapping, Licking, Forced relationship, Slight dehumanization

There's always been tales of creatures in the forest. Every town has their version of it. At this point it's become a folklore cliché.

Everyone has their own form of cryptid. For some it's bigfoot. For others maybe the chupacabra. Your town happened to have the tale of a naga.

Naga were half human and half snake. Supposedly around your town, these beasts existed. You treated such rumors with little caution. They were only rumors.

Folktales were like glorified horror stories. Just ghost stories meant to scare people into not going in the forest. You never were one to believe them.

It didn't help on Halloween night you only ever heard these stories. Like gossip, spooky tales were tossed around and spread. You wanted a break from it.

Ironically, tales about not going in the forest drove you into the forest.

You wanted a get away. A nice, calm, relaxing fall walk among the colorful leaves to ease the nerves. Honestly, it felt nice.

A long deserved rest from the rest of your town.

You were blissfully unaware of the brown scaled naga watching from the shadows. Crickets chirped as you crunched through leaves, sounds that hid the slithering naga's presence.

Gold eyes looked at you not as a tasty meal, but rather a treasure. Humans usually were scared of them. You, however, walked through this forest with a peaceful stride.

Did you hear the stories? Are you new? Or... did you just not believe that they existed?

This must be your lucky day...!

Or theirs... they didn't really care if you considered meeting a naga lucky or not.

Like an unaware rabbit, the naga sneaks up on you. By the time you turn around, their fangs are already through your neck. You can barely scream when the venom seeps through you.

"I can tell you didn't expect me here...."

Your body feels numb, causing you to stumble. A real naga... the stories were true. The snake notices you're about to fall and slithers behind you. You're caught against their chest, their long tail wrapping around the two of you.

"Humans never come here! You're as adorable as they say...!"

"Will you... eat me-?"

"Eat you...?"

They frown at your assumption.

"No! I don't want to eat a human who's the first I ever met! I like rabbits...."

They then smile, their fangs still stained in your blood faintly.

"I'm Nilwa! A naga, clearly! What's your name? The venom will only paralyze you for a little while, no worries!"

You see how eager they are. They don't seem dangerous. Not like you could fight anyways-

"(Y/N)..."

"Gah...! My cute human friend has such a cute name~!"

They coo, holding you closer like a teddy bear.

"I caught you myself... oh this is so exciting!"

They refuse to let you go as they hold you bridal style, slithering around with you.

"I heard if I catch a human, I get to keep them! I promise to take good care of you!"

You try to struggle, whimpering.

"No...!"

They pause, looking down at you.

"No? Aw... is my human scared?"

"I'm not yours!"

"Of course you are! I caught you! In the same way you catch a fish and keep it, I keep you!"

"I want to go home...."

"You'll have a home! With me!"

"No... MY home-"

They sigh, shaking their head and holding you closer.

"I refuse to give up a prize as special as you...."

Their tongue flicks across your face, nuzzling into your neck.

"You're warm... you're adorable... you're mine...."

The venom soon fully flows through you, leaving you unable to speak. Nilwa notices and grins, slithering deeper into the forest with you in their arms.

"Great! It's done! Come now, (Y/N)... I have a wonderful cave we can live in!"

They kiss your forehead as they make their journey. Perhaps they liked you like a pet? Maybe it was love at first sight.... They didn't care what it was, all they cared about, was keeping you.

"We'll be happy, I promise!"

You couldn't even cry.

#yandere oc #yandere naga #panther halloween event 2022

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starflungwaddledee · 3 months

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do you have any tips for leaving compliments on other people's art ?? your tags are always so well phrased !

oooo oooooooooooooo uuhhhhhhhh hmmm!

firstly, thank you!! i'm rather glad to hear that! i try quite hard to leave meaningful comments so it's nice when folks notice or appreciate it!

outside of commenting on the work, i first consider the tone of what i'm saying and who i'm saying it to.

i always try to make sure that what i'm saying will be appreciated by the person! that's the point. for the most part i leave comments to bring joy to the op, and thank them for their hard work, for being here and sharing art that made me happy! if i'm speaking to a mutual or friend, there's gonna be inside jokes and probably an amount of casual yelling. possibly even a little friendly roast, if i know them well enough. if i'm speaking with someone i don't know as well i try to keep it a little more professional, but i keep in mind that this is a fandom so an amount of yelling and screaming is expected. i tend to think about what i would like from someone else.

also if i notice that a caption or a blogs about is not in english i double check. if english is not the first language of the artist i make sure to construct tags that are easily translated and i use only and exclusively positive phrases. saying things like "delete this!!!! /pos" or "eating my own hands" can be totally lost in translation. i also keep in mind the age of the OP. don't tag as though you're Looking Disrespectfully at the art of a minor, even if that's your favourite blorbo.

as for how to comment on art or storytelling itself, this is indeed a learned skill, and it can be helped by training your eye to understand different things in artwork. but it's easy to start practicing! this is intuitive to me now, but an easy way to begin is to pick out one or two things that really stand out to you on a piece. (examples could be line quality; is it smooth? neat? textured? full of emotion?, shading: is it crisp? atmospheric? realistically rendered?, or colour choice: is it vibrant? is it moody? is it perfectly on model?) and draw attention to them and how the artist successfully used them to make the piece work.

if the piece includes design-work, pick something of that which you like as well. (clothes, colour choices, abilities, parallels to other characters, totally new or unique concepts that you haven't seen before. if you see your favourite colour combos or notions, let them know, but if it's a stranger remember they made the design for themselves, and you just share (good) tastes!) if you really want to make an artist/designer/storyteller's day, try to find the Little Thing that they've snuck into their art or design that ties into the story or lore that they are telling. even guesses to this end tend to be appreciated!

generally useful things you can also comment on are how well an artist has utilised a medium for its strengths, especially if the medium is a little unusual. if someone @'d me in particular i make sure to acknowledge that too because they probably read me for something and i should acknowledge the effort!

another thing i also always, always encourage, is to try to periodically share and comment on the work of people who are either less experienced or who have less visibility than you. especially if you have more of a platform! if you want to keep your blog clean of too many reblogs for aesthetic or professional reasons you can even go through and remove them later, but sharing the work of smaller accounts- even temporarily- makes such a huge difference! and encouraging + supporting younger or beginner artists is something we should be endeavouring to do as much as possible!

at the end of the day, i always just try to be very earnest in my tags.

there is generally no reason to withhold any praises i can think of, because it's usually nice to have your work perceived and appreciated! i personally loooovvve long rambling tags, screaming tags, stuff like "AAHH NOOOOOOO (THE BLORBO)" and so on. i try to leave the kind of thoughtful comments that i like (and am lucky enough) to receive, and i try to share artwork from a wide variety of people!

#asks #it's something you can get better at with practice and with training your eye to see Little Things in artwork #at understanding the components that an artwork is made up of; and picking the bits that are actually Popping Out to you in the moment!#i hope this helps?? it just takes a bit of Time. moreso than just hitting the reblog button! so i understand why not everyone can do it #i tend to shove stuff into my drafts for weeks/months and will go through and add tags when i have some downtime.#but all my stuff is also queued for the most part.#also if i ever tag something an OP is uncomfortable with; i am trusting they would reach out to me!!#sorry to all the folks who's pictures of galacta knight i have reblogged just going like UHHHHHHH because my brain short circuited #starflungs personal tag #<- sorta?

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jennsterjay · 1 month

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Heard you wanted more <3, so here's Prowler Hobie x Miles [4] !!

New here? Here's the Recap: Welcome to the alternate universe where when Miles is swinging around in his hometown of Earth-1610B, he finds a new Prowler in town that is a variant of Hobie Brown. As Miles tries to decide if he's a friend or a foe, he sees him double time when he finds out he's at Brooklyn Visions Academy also. As the two eventually trade secrets and juggle their dual identities in New York, they get closer and develop feelings (while Ganke is calling them both dorks)

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School Lunch

[Miles is sitting across from Hobs at the lunch table. Hobs is putting his dreads in a ponytail while Miles eats his sandwich]

[Miles eats away and looks at how long Hobs' dreads are and then he absent-mindedly trails his eyes over Hobs' face. Hobs' catches him staring before Miles quickly looks away…then looks back at him. Hobs is smirking at him]

Hobs: You must really like looking at my face huh?

Miles (finishes his last bite): I mean…what's not to like?

[Hobs' eyebrows raise slightly, he was expecting him to deflect so he could tease him…not outright admit it]

Hobs (laughs nervously): Hahah you play too much man

Miles (feeling bold): Nah, I know how to admit it when someone looks good. I should know…I look good myself

Hobs (grins big and chuckles): Hahahah okayyy Miles you're funny but I'm giving you props for that one, you got me

[Miles laughs to himself, see? Hobs isn't the only one that can flirt-tease]

Hobs: -And you do…

Miles (smiling): Huh?

Hobs (smiles): You do look good

[Hobs with a satisfied smirk steals a fry off of Miles' tray, while Miles looks away with a shy smile]

Miles (notices): Hey!

[Miles steals a chicken nugget off of Hobs' tray, and Hobs laughs and lets him]

Hobs (smiling): Gotta keep your eyes on the prize…Gonzalo

Miles (smirking): Pffft, whatever…Larry

[They both laugh, then the bell rings]

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Copy-Cat Complex

[Miles and Hobs, suited up during the day and standing on the roof of a high building]

Hobs: Hey Miles…I have a question but I want you to be real with me

Miles (turning to him): Okay…shoot

Hobs (retracting his mask): When you look at me, do you see Hobs or do you see Hobie?

[Miles is silent for a moment before he takes off his mask to look up at Hobs with a genuine expression]

Miles: When we first met I used to…but then I got to know you. You're not Hobie, you're you, and I like you man. You don't have to compare yourself to nobody else, and I'm glad I met you when I did. You're cool, smart, funny, real with me, and whether we're swinging across New York or trying do some last minute homework assignment, I ain't worried about it…Because I know you get me

[Hobs is silent for a moment, surprised before he looks down at the ground and smiles. He then puts a hand over his face and honest to God chuckles with a wide smile, before he walks up to Miles and places a hand on his shoulder]

Hobs (smiling wide): You can't just be saying stuff like that, at least take me to dinner first

Miles (rolls his eyes and laughs): Oh Pleaseee!

Hobs (chuckles): …But for real though, thanks Miles

Miles (smiles): Anytime, Hobs

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Let Him Cook

[Miles on the phone with Pavitr]

Pavitr: It sounds like you have a massive crush on him. I should know, I'm really good at reading people.

Miles: Yeah I'm not gonna even lie to you, I do…and he's supposed to be coming over today to help me and mami cook for her party on Wednesday

Pavitr: Oooo that sounds fun, and very romantic. I cook for Gayu all the time and she loves it…I hope Hobs is a better cook than Hobie is-

Miles (sitting up): What do you mean?

Pavitr: One time I invited Hobie over to cook some vada pav and told him to fry it and watch the stove while I helped Maya Auntie with chores, and when I came back downstairs he was cursing and trying to extinguish the burning pan flames by pouring water into the oil

Miles (shaking his head): Woww yeah that sounds about right

Pavitr: Bro we had to get a new pan and everything!…anyways let's hope that your Hobs is a better cook

Miles (smiling nervously): Hahah yeah…I hope so too

[Later, Rio opens the front door after someone knocks]

Hobs (with a smile): Hey Mrs. Morales, I'm here to help y'all with the food

Rio (smiling and ushering him in): Hobs! Glad to have you, come on inside. Miles stepped out for moment and I'm helping Jeff to smoke some meat outside on the rooftop, but I did start preparing a few things in the kitchen whenever you're ready to jump in

Hobs (setting his bag down): Sure thing, just let me know how I can help

Rio (waving him over): Splendid! Come on over…see I started preparing the ingredients for the mofongo over here on the counter, you can start by slicing up the plantains and then fry them in that pan with oil that's warming on the stove. Sound like a plan boss?

Hobs (nodding and heading over to the cutting board): Sounds like a plan Mrs. M, I'll get choppin'

Rio (smiling, then heading to the rooftop): Thank you so much Hobs, I'll be back down soon

[The door closes and Hobs proceeds to slice the plantains and slide them into the pan to fry, secretly eating a slice himself, then he waits]

Hobs (thinking to himself): 'Yeah this is gonna take a minute, lemme pull out my phone'

[Hobs scrolls on his phone for a minute, occasionally checking the pan and flipping the plantains with a spatula before he gets absorbed in a toktak video in high quality of himself suited up in Prowler gear with his mask on with the caption 'we found out who it is']

Hobs (going to sit on the couch): Oh no…

[Hobs watches the 11 minute video of filler and bait, seeing if there was any face reveal before he reaches the end of the video and breathes a sigh of relief. It's just a picture of Jayden Smiths]

[Miles then enters through the front door and smiles when he sees Hobs before walking over and sitting next to him on the couch]

Miles: Ayy Hobs, what's cooking?

Hobs: Hah, just helping your mom with her plantains…should be like a minute or two

[Miles looks past him at the pan from where he sits, and then nods before looking back at him and relaxing in the cushions]

Miles: Cool, so what are you watching?

Hobs (offering his phone): Was watching this video someone took of me in the Prowler suit. Thought they had figured out my identity but they said it was Jayden Smiths at the end, took me out for real

[Miles takes it as their fingers brush, and scoots closer to Hobs before playing the video]

Miles (laughing): Wow that was crazy, that suspenseful music really sold it though

Hobs (grinning): Hahah Jayden wishes he could be me

Miles (hands him the phone back): I bet he does

Hobs (looks towards the window for a moment): For real though…I knew it was probably fake but they had me in the first half not gonna lie

[Miles looks up at him, then down at Hobs' free hand before Miles not-so-casually reaches out and holds it in his own. Hobs looks down at their hands, then back at Miles]

Miles: Well if anyone does find out who you are, don't worry about it…I got you. After all, I'm Spider-Man

[Hobs pauses as he looks all around Miles' face before he trails his eyes over his freckled cheeks…and gets caught in his eyes]

[Hobs then gently squeezes back Miles' hand in his]

Hobs (looking down at him): Thanks Miles…

Miles (looking up at him): Anytime Hobs…

Hobs (leaning closer to him slowly): ….You know you're playing with fire, right?

Miles (inching closer to him slowly): That's okay…I'm not afraid to get-

[And right on cue, flames of disaster rise as the frying pan lights on fire]

Miles (shocked): -Burned! Dios mío!

Hobs (getting up immediately): Oh Nahhh, Rio is gonna kill us

Miles (rushing to the kitchen): Quick, Help me take it out!

[The two rush to the kitchen and Hobs turns the stove knob to OFF and Miles grabs the flaming pan as he decides whether to throw it outside, in the sink, or cover it when Rio comes through the front door and turns the corner to see the scene in front of her with wide eyes]

Rio (wide eyed): Miles- Oh my God mijo what is happening!? Put that down and cover it up!!

Miles (smiling sheepishly): Yes mami!

[Miles puts it back on the stove on a different spot before Hobs grabs a pan lid and quickly covers the pan completely before jumping back from it to stand next to Miles. Miles holds his hand again…for solidarity this time]

Rio (walking up to them): Boys are you okay? Any burns anywhere?

Hobs & Miles (at the same time): No we're okay

Rio (sighs): Good…now who wants to tell me what you were both doing to let the plantains burn like this???

[They look at each other and back at Rio]

Miles: Well you see…uhhh visual learning is an amazing thing, and video entertainment has come very far in the last 50 years

Hobs: Yeah…we're definitely cooked

----

See You Next Time

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credince--writes · 2 years

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Knuckles

At the end of the day, who doesn't like to bet on losing dogs?

She let out a breath that she didn't really recognize that she was holding.

The team was home safe, but they were 'home' for real this time, the mission was a success. Intel had been secured, and everyone made it out in one piece with very minor injuries.

Without much thanks to Miles.

It was time for a debrief of the mission, and afterward, the team would be released to something akin to a kindergartners recess.

Free time.

"Can someone elaborate on what the fuck happened with triggering the security protocol?" Gulch questions the two in front of the other men in the room.

"I'm sorry L.T. You know I'm not comfortable working around distractions, additional liabilities."

Did he really just do that? This.

This...

This bastard.

Her jaw tightened and she ever so slightly tilted her head over to look at him, deciding to keep her mouth shut. She saw as she shot her a side glace, amusement dancing in his eyes.

Smug prick.

Gulch eyed them up and down, staying quiet for a moment. "I'll be expecting an incident report."

After a few more closing statements, the meeting had ended and people began to quickly filter out of the room.

"Jitters." She heard Price call her name.

Almost as if he was a school child, Miles pushed past her and mumbled a subtle "oooo, Someone's in trouble."

"Yes, Captain?" She looks back and asks, shifting her body to walk back over to him.

"Good work today. Enjoy your night." He smiles and then gives her a nod.

She nods back before leaving the room, trying to ignore the swelling sense of pride rising in her gut.

...

The warehouse was full, and people celebrating the victory achieved today. She navigated her way through the people, trying to find Gaz. He had never returned the buzzer (which she quickly renamed from vibrator). Seeing him sitting on a crate, she set her target on him, and soon enough she was behind him. She didn't seem to catch his attention when she came up behind him.

"Ahem." She cleared her throat.

Gaz sat with some men from around the base, Soap across from him taking a generous swig from the bottle he held in his hand. Turning to look at her, giving a little surprised flicker on his face. "Oh, Jitters, what's up?"

"I uh, I need the thing." She says, slightly unsure of herself and her presence in front of the group, who were now staring at her in silence.

"Thing?" Gaz echoed.

"Yea." She lifted her arm and tapped her wrist twice.

"You should come up with a better name for it, dontcha' think?"

She could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. "Yea. I know. Don't remind me."

"I already gave it back, Miles got it from me a bit ago. Sorry, I forgot to bring it back to the armory."

Jitters eye twitched.

It didn't belong in the God Damn armory.

It was hers.

Miles had no reason- no authority to be picking up her shit.

"Alright, sorry about that. Thanks." She responded, trying to keep her voice eve but it came out as a stiff remark, obviously hiding tension in her throat as she left them in search of Miles.

Over here?

No.

Over there?

No.

Oh wait, he's over there.

He was sitting with a few Sargents- natives to the base essentially.

"Miles." Jitters states. "Give it back."

He shoots her a confused glance. "What are you going on about now?"

"Dude, just give it back." She sighs, tapping her foot.

"I don't have whatever you're going after, stop being such a bitch." he bites back."

Jitters sighs, then lift her arm and taps a button on her wrist. Two seconds drift by before a

'ping..... ping..... ping.....'

starts to emanate from his pocket.

Jitters sigh, reaching out her hand expecting him to give up and just set it in her hand.

But he doesn't.

"Are you calling me a liar?" Mile accuses. "Don't forget I'm technically your superior. Now go on and fuck off."

Standing there, not backing down glaring into his eyes she's thrown back to the experiences she's had with the man.

She'd be sitting at her desk, typing away on some paperwork, or a file, or something decently important when Miles would stroll by and shut her laptop.

Every time she would find her shit upturned and spread all over the room.

The time her sleeping bag was full of garbage.

All of the incidents where she kept her mouth shut, she just kept dealing with it. Was it because she was fine with it?

No.

It was mainly because she was scared.

Scared of what would happen is Laswell decided she was too much of a pain in the ass to deal with.

Not worth the hassle.

"Are you gonna leave, or are you gonna stand there and keep looking at me like a moron?" Miles asks her.

"Give it back." She says again, voice slightly cracking this time.

"Or what? You'll go cry to Gulch?"

Her teeth clench against each other, and she can feel the pressure on her cheeks. "I'm not the one who goes bitching and crying whenever their feelings get hurt Inch." She emphasized that word and made sure it really stuck him in the side.

Inch wasn't something he had been called in a while, and she didn't ever get to hear him refer to it except for once. A task force had come in with Miles after being somewhere decently exotic for a few weeks. Apparently, on his trip, he had acquired a fairly exotic disease, not noticing until he was back to base where the resident doctor had let it slip, jokingly referring to him as 'Inch'. The name stuck, and it took quite a while for him to live it down, she imagined it was still a decently fresh wound.

And she just ripped the scab off.

Before she could really register what happened she was sliding back on her ass onto the cold cement, everything starting to get fuzzy as she looked up and saw Miles above her screaming.

Suddenly cheering was all around her.

"Uppies are out!"

"We gonna have a pit?"

"Pit!"

"Money's on Inch!"

Looking around, suddenly feeling too many eyes on her.

Gaz shot Soap a glance, looking to the men around them cheering on for a Pit. "The bloody hell is a pit?" Soap asks.

A man leaned down a big grin on his face.

"When Gulch leaves base to go drinking with the Captain brought in for a task force, if anyone gets into a fight while we are celebrating we get a Pit. It's like gambling- kinda- but more fun." The man is all but radiating in excitement.

The man next to Gaz chimes in. "We make a big circle and they beat the shit outta' each other until someone yields or the L.T. gets back."

Piquing their interest, they stood up and walked up to the circle forming in the center of the room. If you were rooting for one side, you'd stand on the right, another, on the left. A solider had already taken it upon themselves to begin collecting bets, cash in both of his hands while he called out.

Jitters head was reeling, primarily from the amount of noise- hands grabbing her by the backs of her arms and dragging her into the forming circle in the center of the warehouse.

She had only ever been around for one Pit, and it was a fistfight ending in blood splattered on the cement floor.

Bloodied knuckles.

She felt like a dog getting let loose into a dog fight- but she didn't want to fight. Miles started this.

"I don't wanna fight." Jitters tries to yell, but it is no use.

As soon as she gains her footing hands push her from behind sending her stumbling forward into Miles who is ready, arm pulled back and punching her in the gut.

"You're such a stupid bitch!" He yells, the cheering around them drowning out her senses.

When he hits her in the face, it feels almost like when she was a kid, in a pillow fight. He head cocks back up at him, staring wide at him like a deer in headlights.

But that isn't fun to watch. It's just watching their slightly overweight tech beat on a little girl.

"Fight that fucker!" someone yells in the crowd.

And just like that, she's sucked back into her own head.

"Fight that fucker!" She's little- she's in the schoolyard. She's kneeling in the grass looking up at her bully as he gets ready to land another hit on her.

Kids surrounded her, yelling similar things.

But that's what Miles is, isn't it?

He's just a big bully.

Jitters blinks, and she's back in the present. But it's kinda like everything is moving in slow motion as she comes more attuned to her surroundings. He's shifting his weight forward, pushing forward to attack again. Her body weight pushed off of her toes and she springs forward, catching one of Miles' legs and sending him toppling to the ground.

But just as she begins she starts to rethink her actions. She shifts his weight and rolls on top of her, pinning her down by her shoulder and lopping another punch down onto her face. It still doesn't feel like the sharp pain she assumed it would be like.

It's dull.

Like a thump.

The pillow hit her head. The connection throws her head sideways. She never had any proper training on how to fight, she was never supposed to be in combat.

Shit, she wasn't even supposed to be here.

But if fighting in the schoolyard taught her anything, it was how to fight dirty.

And she could fight dirty well.

"You're constantly in my way, and you get brought on here for no fucking reason." Miles hisses.

She pushed her hand up quickly, nailing him in the nose. Just as quickly as his body began to pull back her other hand grabbed hold on his ear and pulled as hard as he could.

Miles let out a strangled cry and began to roll to the side, Jitters moving with him and quickly establishing her place on top. Lifting her hand up as if it was instinct and bringing her hand up, closing the fist and bringing it down onto his face.

Her hand let out a cry of protest, but the demand was quickly filed away somewhere in the back of her head. She hit him, again.

And again.

"Come on- you can't take a hit?" Jitters hisses.

And again.

"You fuckin' pussy."

And Again.

"I'm here because you fuck."

And Again.

"Everything."

And Again.

"Up."

His head was lax against the floor. Pushing off of his chest she stepped backward, slightly stumbling.

Miles looked up at hear, spreading his arm out behind him trying to grasp some sort of leverage.

"Come on then!' She yelled, voice rough and cracking.

"Fight me! Act like a man!"

"Get up pussy!"

He got onto his knees, and just as soon as he got up she stepped forward, cranking her hand back and launching it across his face again.

"Get up!" She yelled again.

Maybe it was to spite her, or the blood pounding in her ears didn't hear the sound of the door opening, Gulch, and Price stepping into the scene before them.

Jitters standing over a hunched-over Miles, a circle of now silent soldiers surrounding them. A soldier stuffing bills of cash into his jacket, trying to not look as blatantly obvious as he was now. Gulch could bring a room's temperature down ten degrees, it would seem. As soon as the hot breaths of the soldiers yelling ceased, the room fell into a uncomfortable, cold, silence.

"Clean this mess up." Gulch says calmly.

Too calmly.

The kind of calm that leaves prickles on your skin.

That makes your hair raise.

Jitters it heaving, trying to get as much oxygen into her lungs as possible, trying to make up for the difference.

"Don't get off of them until you're fuckin' pulled off."

That's what her dad used to say.

And if she was gonna listen to one thing,

it would've been that.

Lunging forward again, she gripped him by the shirt and swing her hand down.

Again.

And Again-

Until she felt a hand grip her upper arm and pull her backward, securing an arm around her torso and pulling her back.

It was Gaz.

"Hey. Calm down." He spoke calmly into her ear. "You're gonna have to calm down."

Almost as soon as she stopped swinging her arms she could feel the passage of her nose tighten up- her chest start to hitch and the feeling of hot tears rip their path across her face.

Setting her down, she shot Gaz a defeated glance and then met the gaze of Gulch. A cold hardened stare. One that said,

'my office.'

'Now.'

Her shoulders sunk, Miles scampering up and being drug off somewhere. She made her way into Gulches' office, and too her surprise Price followed with.

Great, now she was going to get chewed out by two men.

Once the two men settled, all that could be heard in the room was the sniffles and chokes radiating off of Jitters.

"Stop crying." Gulch said.

"C-Can't." She choked out, trying to calm her breathing.

"Figure it out. I'm not talking to you until you can be an adult."

And he did wait. Five grueling, silent minutes of Jitters pulling herself together.

Wiping the tears from her face and wincing at the pain.

"Ok.." She mumbled. "I'm ok."

Gulch nodded.

"That was unacceptable."

She nodded.

"Irresponsible."

"Disappointing."

Ouch, that one hurt.

"But I can't say I blame you." His voice softened slightly.

Her shoulders shuddered.

"You're gonna tell Laswell."

Something in Gulch's eyes softened.

Pity.

Hidden behind a hardened layer, it was clear as day.

"Yes." He stated.

"And I'm gonna get sent back." She choked out.

"Yes."

"Unless." Price says, breaking his silence. His face was unreadable. She couldn't see past his wall, wasn't familiar enough.

It was like a thick fogged layer of glass.

But it was dark inside, and she couldn't even make out the shapes or colors.

"Unless." Gulch agrees.

Her eyes look up, a strand of hope dangled in front of her, looking back and forth from Price to Gulch.

"You tell me exactly how you ended up here, and you promise you'll keep my teams back like you did for us last time."

She stared at him in a dumbfounded awe.

"And I'll watch you back." Price concluded.

#Jitters Au #john soap mactavish #gaz garrick #John Price #Captain Price #call of duty mw2

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gerryrigged · 9 months

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mmkay I've read the first two issues out of G0tham War and

(CUT FOR BIG SALT, lol)

this is so dumbbbbb oh my god 😭 like we knew it was gonna be dumb, artificial conflict, but LORDT.

everyone is OOC, even more than I expected, and the stupid, ridiculous plot hinges on the stupid, ridiculous idea that Selina's dumbass plan would ever, ever work. (Let's train ALL the henchpeople/goons (yes all of them) to be ethical 😌 non-violent catburglars 😌 like Selina 😌 who donate part of their profits to charity 😌 and only target rich people so they're really #hashtagvictimlesscrimes and then they don't have to work for dangerous Rogues and mobsters, yay, they're bettering their lives!!) (this is ~Sophisticated Social Commentary~!)

And it especially depends on her plan working astronomically better than the hundreds of millions of dollars Bruce has poured into similar outreach for the city over literal decades through the Wayne Foundation and other programs, creating and offering people jobs, support networks, etc. that aren't criminal in nature.

but oh, no one is going to bring that up (has the Martha Wayne Foundation ever even existed? haha, none of these Wayne kids know, apparently! they're just going to sit and twiddle their thumbs while Selina yells at Bruce that he's just "...clearly furious because [he's] wasted [his] fortune and [his] brain on bat-cars and punching people, and it took compassion to solve this problem").

Anyway, Bruce's efforts never meaningfully improved Gotham (cough because Batman stories can't be told without a crime-ridden Gotham cough), while Selina's (gasp) actually have! Somehow!

because the Power of Plot demands it, her cartoonish plan apparently works SO well that violent crime is down almost 75%!! wowiee, Catwoman is actually fixing Gotham, which no one has ever been able to do before!! who needs Batman, haha! that's such egg on your face, Batman, how come you never thought of doing something like this before, haha. Just convince the criminals to be non-violent, Batman, haha, what like it's hard. Ha.

So anyway, gosh, the Batkids (minus Damian, who's siding with Bruce, and Jason, who, harkening back to his "control crime" roots, 100% supports Selina) are conflicted. It feels ~weird~ just blithely letting burglars walk right past them into people's homes, but the ~numbers don't lie~, Batman, it's ~working~, maybe we shouldn't interfere and just see where this goes, like Selina asked! Aren't you being a little unreasonable walking out of this both-sides-might-have-a-point debate, Batman?? Also, ohhh nooo, you shouldn't push back so hard against her people because we don't want to start a ~war~, Batman!

I'M GONNA FACEPLANT INTO MY KEYBOARD IT'S SO ABSURD. How can you write anyone in-character when you're stuck twisting them in knots to accommodate such an absurd premise?

And then, when one of Selina's "graduates" is shot and killed during a break-in by a scared woman who'd unexpectedly stayed home when she was supposed to be out of town, the Batkids (minus Damian) act like it's somehow unexpected/out of control for Batman to bring down the hammer on Selina's operation? Like a man didn't just die because of the path Selina set him on? Like a massive surge in crime targeting the rich isn't going to eventually have more such incidents and ramifications down the line, as backlash and escalations hit? Like rich people are not known for vigorously defending their property?? What is your long-term plan here, Selina??

Batman isn't even shown being excessively violent in rounding up Selina's people (for Batman, lol) - just relentless. But Tim shows up and tries to talk him down as if he's putting petty crooks in the hospital again like after Jason's death (he just lasso'd that crook's legs and growled at him?? what is so over the top about that, in vigilante context?? this is completely normal Bat behavior??), making noises about Bruce's health and taking it easy, and oooo, nothing's black and white...

And Dick goes, "He's on a rampage, he's out of control" (WHERE? LITERALLY WHERE? are you perhaps referring to the murderous police-state robot he built and accidentally unleashed on Gotham a few arcs ago (which was ACTUALLY bad and over the top), because there is nothing in this event so far???). And Tim worries about how Batman was so angry, he's worried about what he's going to do, how far he's willing to go, and Babs is like if Selina asks for help, I'd be inclined to give it.

Like if they'd actually showed Bruce escalating and going out of control, losing it on these non-violent thieves, I wouldn't be so enormously peeved about this aspect of it. Granted, I'd still be hella mad about people like Cass and Dick and Tim thinking about supporting Catwoman's (IDIOTIC) plan, especially after a man just died, but they've all seen Bruce go off the rails before, they're very familiar with having to oppose him on those occasions.

But the way this is set up??? No. Just no. Bruce is pissed about the one thief dying, he's not trying to kill the rest of them??

It doesn't make sense, and they all come across as painfully out of character. Standing aside and letting certain crimes happen as a matter of standing policy, because they're Catwoman's people - like you can count on nobody getting hurt because Selina just trained them so well - are you kidding me, what happened to these kids' principles?? Writers and Editorial I am IN YOUR WALLS, STOP CONTORTING CHARACTERS JUST TO FIT THE DUMBASS STORY YOU WANT TO TELL.

Dick: I'm gonna head into Gotham and see if I can talk Bruce off his "moral ledge."

QUOTE UNQUOTE MORAL LEDGE??? DICK GRAYSON of all people referring to Bruce's adherence to his Mission and his Code with sanctimonious, condescending scare quotes???? Like he doesn't also believe in "no life is an acceptable loss" to a reckless, at times self-destructive degree??? Huh????

And this absolutely DUMBASS fight scene where all of the Batkids (minus Damian) fight against Bruce, but the all-powerful Bat-god doesn't need strategy or contingency plans to handle the most dangerous and highly trained vigilantes on the planet, he just goes ahead and one-shots Cass (lmfao????) and Duke and then Steph and Tim at the same time and only Dick and Jason even land blows on him for ~some reason~.

UUUUGH.

Funnily enough, outside that stupid-ass fight scene, Bruce is one of the ones who seems least out of character, considering everything he's been through recently, his paranoia about becoming old and unnecessary and only feeling at home in his Batman suit (we've certainly seen that before 🙄), his Code, and not to mention Zur-En-Arrh (and also a shadowy something else?) lurking in his psyche whispering to him, clearly not actually constrained by the cage Bruce thought he was locked in.

I'm 100% blaming instability and Zur for the bits where Bruce is more obviously wilding (mainly when fighting Jason), but like - at least he has reasons built into the narrative to be slipping like that? Everyone else is just acting that way because ¯\_(ツ)_/¯, I guess.

This would all be much more enjoyable if they'd found a way to make Selina's side less ridiculous/more convincing. Like I would actually be interested in seeing Zur-En-Arrh twist Bruce's mind against his family. It was fun for that brief period in the Failsafe arc because we got to see Bruce fight against and eventually overcome it! But I can't even enjoy it here when the whole thing is so frikkin' stupid and being written terribly.

Like clearly Bruce is going to go way, way more off the rails fairly quickly from here, given how Zur is straight up fucking with him at the end (and Vandal Savage??? okay Jan). So siding against him will rapidly become more obviously reasonable, I assume. I just hope the (small) bits where like, Tim expressed worry about Bruce's wellbeing are expanded on, and shared by other characters (Dick??? Cass???), so they can help him with this mental breakdown rather than it being constantly hostile/adversarial.

...Admittedly a bit intrigued by the big Rogue Gathering, teaming up as they don't have minions to do their bidding anymore. Like, fun, evil backlash resulting from Selina's (STUPID) plan? Good! And also a compelling reason for the good guys to eventually band back together and heal this rift? Well, hopefully. :/

#I figured Bruce and Selina and a good number of the Batkids would be OOC in a “civil war” event like this #but oof #OOOOOOOOOOF #gerryrigged #gerry salt #gotham war #dc comics reading

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OOOO what about “Send me a postcard when you get there.” with Wanda? Maybe enemies to lovers?

thank you for the prompt!! i hope you enjoy this :)

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"What are you looking at?" There was malice in your eyes as you stared at your teammate.

She stared back, her contempt matching yours as it came off the two of you in waves. It wasn't the first time you had almost come to blows on this mission, and it probably wasn't going to be the last. There was a look on her face you couldn't quite read as she responded. "I'm not staring."

You couldn't help the indignant noise that escaped your lips, and you refused to be the one that looked away first. "Really? Because it sure as hell looks like you have something to say to me."

"And what if I did? Because we almost blew our cover out there, and it was all your fault." Her tone was short and bitter, but it was no different than every other time she's ever spoken to you.

"Actually, I was the one who saved our cover out there honey," you said, but your words were about as sweet as a bee sting. "You're the one who can't seem to remember that we're here to do a job, because I sure as hell didn't pick you to be fake married to."

"There's something we agree on," she scoffed, turning away from you. There wasn't anywhere else to go in the tiny hotel room, so the two of you had spent most of your time in the room as far apart as possible, you on the bed and Wanda in the chair, your backs to each other as you tried to pretend you were back in your room at the compound.

But as much as you probably should have let it go and just gone for a walk, you were tired of always taking the high road. "Maybe you should reread the file with our cover story then," you said snidely. "So you don't almost fuck up the entire mission again."

At your dig, Wanda turned back around with a death stare on her face. "I'm not the liability here, L/N."

Anger bubbled up inside you as you took a step closer. "Really? Because you were the one who couldn't remember my birthday when that undercover agent asked, and I had to jump in and save you. We're supposed to be getting close to these people, not making them suspicious about who we really are!" You could have stopped there, but you didn't, and the words came spilling out of your mouth as your anger grew. "Maybe you need to go on a vacation from here. I hear idiot-town is nice this time of year, and you'll fit right in! Send me a postcard when you get there, will you?"

"Why don't you leave then?" her voice was even, and the two of you were nearly face to face at this point. "If you can't even stand to be near me, then leave."

You shook your head. "I know that's what you want, but it's not happening." You took a step closer to her, and she backed up to the wall. "I don't care what kind of problem you have with me at the compound, but here, we need to work together."

You expected some kind of snarky retort, or even to be thrown through the air by her magic, and you were pretty sure Sam and Tony had a bet about whether or not you'd kill each other on this mission. What you weren't expecting was for Wanda to grab your face with her hands and kiss you.

From the minute her lips were on yours, you felt like you had been pumped with enough electricity to power a small city. Kissing back and grabbing her waist was an involuntary reaction (or at least, that was the story you were going to stick to), and right now you didn't even care how many insults you had traded with this woman. All that mattered was the feeling of her lips on yours, and the way she practically melted into you was driving you wild. There had always been some kind of emotion in your mind that you couldn't place when it came to her, a type of tension you could never explain when you believed that hatred was all you felt for Wanda Maximoff, but now you knew the truth.

You pulled away first, but kept your face close to hers. "What was that for?" you asked huskily, eyebrows raised.

"I don't know what you're talking about," was her response, as coy as she could possibly be despite the fact that she had just been making out with you moments earlier.

"Really?" You leaned in to kiss the corner of her mouth, lips just barely ghosting over her skin. "It looks to me like you don't actually hate me, because I don't kiss people I hate like that."

She leaned in, obviously planning to kiss you again, but you pulled away just in time for her to fall short. "I still don't like you."

"Believe me, the feeling is mutual," you said, turning to break the silent staring contest you two were having. That was a bold-faced lie, but she didn't need to know that. "And I'm going for a swim in the resort's pool, so I'll see you at dinner, wife."

Wanda stood there as you grabbed the bag with your swimsuit and walked out the door. It looked like she was itching to say something, to reach out to you, but she kept quiet. This was going to be fun, you thought as you headed down the hallway toward's the elevator, fully intending to continue that little "argument" later (and maybe you would do so when you were still in your bathing suit).

Suddenly, this nightmare of a mission had a few perks.

- the end -

#wanda maximoff #wanda maximoff x reader #wanda maximoff x you #wanda maximoff x y/n #wanda maximoff x gender neutral reader #marvel #marvel x reader #wanda maximoff fanfiction

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Incorrect quotes (tag game)

I need an excuse to post my favourite incorrect quotes from the incorrect quotes generator so I’m tagging my writer friends @aquadestinyswriting @the-down-upside-finch @charlies-storybook @basalamander-corner @betweenthetimeandsound @hippiewrites to give you the same excuse! (nsfw warning for some quotes in the *** line) Have fun reading these unhinged dialogues that my characters could say!

Enya: This bloodline ends with me.

Meara: That's the fanciest way I've ever heard someone say "I'm gay".

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Enya: Talib, we tried things your way.

Talib: No, we didn't.

Enya: I did it in my head and it didn't work.

***

Talib: We’re having a moment, aren’t we?

Enya: If by 'a moment' you mean me not wanting to strangle you for the first time since we met, then I guess we are.

***

Meara: Can you cut me some slack, Enya? I’m sort of in love.

Enya: I’m sorry, but that’s really not my problem.

Meara: I’m in love with you.

Enya: *blushes* Oh. That brings me in the loop a little.

***

Enya: Look at me straight in the eyes and tell me the truth, Meara!

Meara: You can’t expect me to look into your eyes and be straight.

***

Talib: Go fuck yourself.

Hadwin, smugly: Sure, but only if you watch

***

Talib: Well, Hadwin and I finally did it!

**The rest of the squad:** *gasps, shocked expressions, etc.*

Talib: That's right... We kissed!

***

Meara: Mira spat in Neruda’s ear today when they were sitting on the couch together.

Kairi: ...What?! Why?!

Meara, shrugging: You tell me.

***

Kairi: How do Nerida and Mira usually get out of these messes?

Meara: They don't. They just make a bigger mess that cancels the first one out.

***

Saoirse: Okay, what does A stand for?

Enya: Arson.

Saoirse: Aw, you're so good. Okay! B! What does B stand for?

Enya: Barson.

Esmeralda: *laughter*

Saoirse: What stands for C?

Enya: Commit arson.

Esmeralda: Oooo.

Saoirse: D!

Enya: Don't come near me, I'm going to commit arson.

Esmeralda: *more laughter*

***

Meara: If you water water, it grows.

Kairi: ...What.

Quasim: They've got a point.

*** nsfw warning

Nerida: Hey, I’m getting in the shower. Wanna help me out?

Nalu: ...Have you never taken a shower before?

*** nsfw warning

Nerida: I feel like doing something stupid.

Nalu: I’m stupid, do me.

*** nsfw warning

Karim: What’s your body count?

Isobel: Do you mean sex or murder?

***

Henriette: What if people had food names and food had people names?

Wilhelmine: Hey, spaghetti, we’re having Henriette for dinner.

Friedrich: What is wrong with you people?

Gustav: Shut up, chocolate.

***

Friedrich: We’re going to have to split up, like in Scooby Doo.

Friedrich, to Henriette and Wilhelmine: You guys are Scooby and Shaggy. You can search the bathrooms.

Friedrich, to Gustav: Velma, you get the spooky looking fridge in the basement.

Gustav: What? Why am I Velma? And why do I get the… dubious looking device?

Friedrich: Because only Velma would say “dubious device”. Gustav gets the spooky fridge in the basement.

Wilhelmine: And what does that make you, Fred?

Friedrich: Bitch, I’m Daphne.

***

Wilhelmine: I'm cold.

Gustav: Here, take my hoodie.

*meanwhile*

Friedrich: I'm cold.

Henriette: I can't control the weather, Friedrich.

#incorrect quotes #wip: Drachenbrut #my ocs #tag game #writing community #funny dialogues

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candyskiez · 7 months

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Feel free to chat about whatever fic you want :)

Reblog this if you want readers to come into your ask box and ask for the “director’s commentary” on a particular story, section of a story, or set of lines. Or, send in a ⭐star⭐ to have the author select a section they’ve been dying to talk about!

oooo okay let's go!!! I'm picking this section of my fic stubborn

"Raine was quiet for a moment, pensive.

"Alright, you're guilty. So what are you going to do about it?"

"What?"

"You treated him badly. You were wrong. So how are you going to make up for it?"

"It's not that simple, Songbird."

"Let me ask you this: do you care about him?"

"...Yes. Yes I do." He was fond of him, once he actually got to know him. Once he saw what the kid was like, really like, well…how could he not be? He was kind, and earnest, and passionate and a bit of a dork, albeit with a dark sense of humor. He was a good kid, a damn good one in fact. Those sewing lessons were some of the first Non-Eberwolf related good memories he'd made in…decades, really. "But that doesn't change how I treated him."

"You're right. It doesn't. So what do you want to do to fix it?"

Darius wanted to reply with something witty, like he always did. It was how he worked. Uncomfortable situation? Sass your way out of it. Works every time. Except for when he can't think of one.

"There are plenty of people far more qualified to help him than I am."

"So what are you gonna do when he comes back? Ignore his existence? Do you really think that'd help? How do you think that'll come across?"

"It doesn't matter , Raine. He's dead. There's no point speculating. He's gone."

"And what if he isn't? What are you going to say to him?"

He goes quiet. Raine sighs.

"Look, I get you're guilty. How you treated Hunter was wrong. But avoiding him isnt going to fix it. All you'll do is hurt him and make him think he did something wrong. You wanna make it up to him? Then apologize. If he doesn't want you in his life? Live with it. If he does? Then do better. And don't do it just for Jasper, or because you promised him. Do it because, at the very least, Hunter deserves an apology.""

a thing that always bugs me about a lot of stories about guilt is that it's often treated like the guilt matters more than the one who's hurts comfort. and also how much apologies are treated less as giving the one who was hurt and yourself closure, and more like "now you have to forgive me." which...isn't good. at all. sometimes, forgiving someone is good for you. other times, it isn't. whether or not reconciliation is the healthiest option solely depends on the one who's hurt comfort. if being around them makes them miserable, they shouldn't be expected to reconcile just because the person who hurt them is so so so so guilty. what I really wanted to focus on in this fic was yeah, darius is guilty. but is he going to be sorry, or is he going to be better. (the answer is the latter, dw he's being Responsible.) I didn't want this fic to feel like "ohhh no Darius made a mistake so it's all about HIM feel bad for HIM." it's about darius getting his shit together. and ultimately darius ignoring hunter or distancing from him on the assumption that he won't want him around would hurt the fuck out of him, because it'll only be perceived as rejection, as him hating him. leaving someone for their own good with no warning? that fucks a person up. bad. and is a fucking awful thing to put someone through. this scene is basically raine just saying it how it is. give hunter the choice. stop running from your guilt by pretending there's no chance he's still alive. admit that you're scared he's hurt, and let him make his own decisions. if he wants to avoid you, leave him alone. if he wants you in his life, do better. it is NOT your choice on if he forgives you. it's his. this is probably incoherent and badly worded but here hold this.

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themurderrose · 27 days

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Hello Rose! I was curious about something - do you enjoy using Tumblr or Twitter more when it comes to fandom experience? Especially in kpop fandoms?

oooo interesting question! Twitter can be really toxic, so I usually just spend time on it in bursts, and mostly look at things people send me or the people I follow. There is definitely more Kpop content on it though and for that it's better. I find Tumblr much more relaxing in contrast. I do mostly follow other fandoms on Tumblr, and the posts here for other fandoms are so much more interesting, ?because? theres space to get into things more length wise, I suppose, but also people do a lot of metaanalysis and deep dives and headcannons here, which don't disappear after like a week, but still come up years afterwards just due to how the website works. I enjoy that!! KPop Tumblr, what parts I follow anyway, are more chill too. I mostly see nice photosets with datestamps here, and fully out of context quotes, much less thirsting (although I fully believe its out there somewhere, probably near the self-insert Kpop drabbles).

In terms of posting things, I think I expect less responses/interaction from Tumblr so if i get any interaction with a post I'm like oooo!!! interaction!!! Whereas I'm constantly disappointed by twitter post interactions given how many people I interact with. So that probably feeds into why I find Tumblr more relaxing.

I think having access to both of them is good though, because there isn't - so far as I'm experiencing - much cross over.

Hope that answers your question!!

#rose answers #tumblr #twitter #kpop #fandom spaces

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abubblingcandle · 1 month

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Tagged by the wonderful @nativestarwrites

1. How many works do you have on AO3?

278

2. What's your total AO3 word count?

736,445

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently Ted Lasso and Strike Back. In the past ... so much shit but mostly Les Miserables, Avengers, Daredevil, Star Wars

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

All from my Avengers/Harry Potter crossover days apart from 5 which is The Sandman

Not One For Moonlit Skies (3162)

Hiding in the Closet (2315)

Don't They Teach You Interrogation Skills Here (2184)

Still the Wealthiest Man in the Room (2046)

Our Little Life Is Rounded With A Sleep (1466)

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

Yes! Always. I just appreciate every comment so much and want the commenters to know it has been read and it has been appreciated.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Like a Black Hole for sure! I usually write Hurt/Comfort and thrive on a happy ending but this one would have been ruined with one. It's angst from start to finish.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Accidental Father Figure Acquisition. It ends with Jamie and Henry just having a nice time and having fun with each other!

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I've only had a couple of shitty comments in my time but just a quick delete and then moved on with my life.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

No. I'm ace and it is not the most fun for me but I am trying to branch out and have been working with some people on some more kinky potentially smutty stuff to try and challenge myself but it is incredibly slow going because guess what, I keep on getting derailed with whump.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I used to but less so now. It's probably Recruitment which was my short and silly Assassins Creed Black Flag / Black Sails crossover fic

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Yes! An Atlantis BBC fic of mine was taken and sold on amazon and places during that run when a bot was doing that!

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I can't remember which one off the top of my head but it happened and it was a beautiful moment

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No but it sounds fun!

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

So I love Roy and Jamie but like in whatever way. Like their relationship is so important to me but mostly not really for it's romantic bits. I just want them both to be with each other and happy. I'm just as happy with a platonic relationship as I am a romantic one.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

I do want to finish all the Ted Lasso stuff I've started but I do think anything for any earlier fandoms I probably won't

16. What are your writing strengths?

I think character voice. Like I like to think I'm good at the characters being true to what they should be and being able to get them to operate and emote how people are expecting

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

I am really bad at writing a satisfying ending. I just never know what to do to stick the landing

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I am incredibly bad at languages so am skeptical of doing it right and doing it justice but I may try at some point

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Eragon. It was a super bad fic about Murtagh during the series. It was so bad.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

Oooo this is like asking me to pick between my children but it has to be Where the Hell is the Karma?

It swelled into something I never thought it would be and I'm so proud to have got it finished and to have a final product I am proud of

I don't know who has already been tagged so just going to guess at some people I don't think have. No pressure and also if you want to do it then just go for it!! @oldfashionedmorphine @sighonaraa @asteria-argo

#candle writes

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ssreeder · 11 months

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omg i don't think you can even begin to imagine how fucking happy i was while reading this chapter. i love happy zukka, they are so !!!! together thank u thank u thank u thank uuuuuuu.

i became fucking insane reading this i swear, i love how you write, all of the characters you write about feel so human and real and full of details and feeling i love it. like, ara is such a complex character i really enjoy reading her. i enjoy reading anybody actually and like, i sometimes forget that some characters are ocs instead of actual alta charters. i love katara and suki being besties and the interactions between toph and sokka. AND ZUKKA AJS2(+#+$IDO!!!!!!2?2(2929. omg just omg. i love how caring they are for eachother and I'm so glad they are more open and touchy with eachother, i now feel like they can actually start to heal together.

OOOO talking again about Ara, i maintain my point about wanting her to have some friends and to heal because she deserves it!!! i support womans rights and woman's wrongs (jk, I'm still a bit angry at her for like everything she did to zuko and i want to se some kind of interaction between them but at the same time i feel bad for her). oh and jet, yey I'm glad he's not dead and he's starting to realize how much of an asshole he was!!!! i also really liked the piandao bit, because it made me remember how much time everyone (hopefully) has to heal, so please don't kill anyone sreeady ☺️☺️

i love love love love love love love love love your ocs and your characterization and your worldbuilding and your writing and how fuckin long your chapters are!!!(god when I saw the wordcount of this one i almost screamed of pure joy). i am your biggest fan sreeady i swear 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏

anyways, i am excited about the next chapter, i really want to read the whole family dinner thing because that could either way go akward asf or low-key bad (of hopefully good but i don't want to get my hopes up). i am not really excited about azul, don't get me wrong, i love her, but I'm really scared about what will happen when she finally arrived and stuff happens.

as i always say, i love you, you are the best and i hope you have the best week/month/anything ever because you deserve it (you have no idea how long I been waiting for cuddling zukka 🙏🙏🙏)

MILKYYYYYYYY!!!!

I’m really thrilled you enjoyed the last chapter haha, because honestly sometimes I get so used to writing angsty drama that I get to a soft scene & im like hmmmmmmmmm do i even remember what that is?? Haha.

I AM SO THANKFUL FOR YOU OMG!!!! you seriously have no idea how many times I read this ask and smiled. I am so glad the cuddly soft zukka hit all the right spots haha, they are such dorks in love I just wanna smother them! (I won’t…. I promise haha)

You know you mention Ara and I gotta say I was expecting SO MUCH ARA HATE after last chapter but I was shocked people seem…. Idk…. More understanding? Idk I know she’s complicated & not a ‘good girl’ but when you explore her characters thoughts it really makes her that much more complex. Haha I’m not going to lie I’m not looking forward to her finding out about Shen though ahhh.

Speaking of dead fire benders you’re right it seems like pretty much DYING was the push Jet needed to confront his life choices. He was forced to look at his situation without voicing his excuses and blocking out his thoughts. Now hopefully he accepts those changes and grows form it but ehhhh jets my stubborn boy so we’ll see lol.

Milky milk milk I adore you. Thank you for this wonderful ask & sorry I used it to rant a but. I love reading your thoughts you are adorable :) I hope you enjoy the next chapter too lol. We get some fun moments (& Zuko imploding & exploding a bit haha)

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keenerkey · 3 months

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RIRI AND HARLEY PLEASE GODD

And also celestial trio 👀👀👀👀

OOOO okay. (Hi Sarah !!) I have been so busy so I haven't been able to write much but I got back on my Riri and Harley fic and cleaned what I did have up at little just for this <3. It gave me a boost of creative energy so hopefully I'll have some free time soon cause I'm in love with this one again.

ANYWAY, context. It's a one-shot of a larger series called "The Marvelous Misadventures of the Young Avengers" that I have started planning out. It is completely canon-compliant BUT it does take place in 2029 so I have room to say some things are different from how they last left off in canon. I LOVE Riri and Harley's friendship and it's definitely a teasing, fun friendship where they both can clock each other's moods very quickly. Riri is also the first friend Harley made up in New York/Massachusetts! They shoulder Tony's legacy together. The Iron Legacies <3 <3 <3

Here is a little snip of it:

He missed Tony. If Tony was here he could give Harley some tips and he wouldn’t be failing miserably at taking on Tony’s mantle. He wouldn’t be disappointing the old man. Iron Mechanic was a joke. The Iron Legacy was a joke. He was a fucking joke. “You know the goal is to not follow Icarus’s example.” A familiar voice rang out behind him. Harley sighed. “Really? I thought the point was to live life fast and recklessly.” Harley responded, pulling himself together as best he could before getting up and turning around to face her. She stood behind him, her pink and yellow helmet in her arms, black hair braided back and sweat covering her skin. “You’re lucky Peter had a big test to study for tonight and asked me to patrol for him. You would have been calming him down from a panic attack if he had been here.” “Yeah, ‘cause I almost just killed a bunch of people and destroyed a building. I’m surprised you aren’t yelling at me.” Riri eyed Harley for a second, like she was deciding whether or not to say something. “Sure, but it’s different with you. He doesn’t like when you get hurt.” Harley eyebrows scrunched up and his heart thumped a little faster in his chest. It always did that when Peter was around. Or mentioned. “He’s protective of everyone. It’s his nature.” Riri sighed, before walking over and sitting on the ledge of the building. Harley stood, staring at her. He didn’t fully understand why he was so nervous around Peter, but he suspected jealousy might have something to do with it. Envy. All his time with Tony, his talent, his ability to never fail like Harley just did- Riri looked back at him, her eyebrows raised in expectation. “Get your ass over here and sit with me.” Harley snapped out of his thoughts and walked over to sit beside her. They sat there for a minute, watching the skyline.

annddd as for the Celestial Trio, which is a very vague name cause I don't have a title, I'll just tell you the basic idea run down: (I'm still bad at explaining it, exactly, so stick with me. I don't have a description figured out yet since it's still new )

Alright, so, years ago this group of heroes banded together as it was foretold by prophets and oracles and written in the threads of fate. They were destined to defeat the desperate and violent grab for power by the mad king of Hilacha. Except- they fail. Utterly. The leader, Kaius, escapes and hides himself away in shame. Years later, When her adoptive dad falls ill, Tera reluctantly followers her sister, Solara, out of the city to find a cure. They get wrapped up in a plot long planned by Theo, the mysterious guy who just so happens to be living with the disgraced hero Kaius, to get the band back together and right the wrong that happened years ago while unraveling what exactly caused them to fail in the first place.

(so basically, it's mystery, a little politics, betrayal, friendship, redemption, and the whole Celestial trio ties into world building, their deities, and the main three (Solara, Astera, and Theodore Aylin, all have names in reference to a celestial-type deity.)

#I hope any of that makes sense #It's very late right now #anyway yes #Riri and Harley are my roman empire #harley keener #fanfic #Key writes #og post

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