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boydepartment · 9 months

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Pastry- Jungwon x Fem! Reader

a/n: HELLLLP WHAT IS WRONG W ME. another comfort fic 😨 this is moreso inspired by this post! when i was sad an old friend tried to get at me lolz ITS NOT LOLZ ITS ACTUALLY REALLY UPSETTING BUT ILL GET OVER IT !

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wc- 750???? again half of this was written on phone so idk

warnings- insecurities, reader gets objectified, jungwon reassures her she’s much more than what she thinks people see her as. i’m sorry to anyone who has ever felt like this. i assure you, you’re more than that, and the person who made you feel like this- isn’t worth shit.

song- what was i made for by billie eilish

You sat on your couch with your head in your hands, you had just finished texting an old friend. The thought of texting an old friend previously made you so giddy. However, you quickly found their one motive to talk to you. You felt so grossed out and used in a sense. Of course, you didn’t give them anything, but that fact didn’t make that painful feeling go away. You think what hurt the most was that you didn’t expect that from them.

Immediately trying to get at you; offended you, as it would offend most people. You took a deep breath and laid down on your side. You tried to close your eyes to make the feeling go away. When you felt someone looking at you, you opened your eyes.

You saw Jungwon staring at you from the floor, he was leaning on the couch and all you could see was his cat-like eyes. His eyes gave you enough of a clue that he was confused at your state. You sighed and rolled on your back.

“Do you think people just think I’m pretty?”

Jungwon made a noise before standing up to look over you, “what do you mean?”

You sighed and rolled back on your side, Jungwon followed your lead and went back to leaning on the couch looking at you.

“I feel like I am just an object.”

Jungwon felt his fist clench a bit, “who made you feel like this?” He never failed to get upset when you were mistreated by someone. Jungwon couldn’t put you in a bubble and protect you from all harm though, this is life and shit happens sometimes. He’s just lucky enough to be in your circle.

You looked away from him, itching your hands like you had a plague, “I don’t know…”

“Y/n… You are a horrible liar.” Jungwon deadpanned and grabbed your hands softly to stop them from scratching.

“That old friend I was telling you about.” You mumbled, Jungwon’s grip tightened.

“The one you were excited about?”

You nodded and you felt your tears well up, “I feel gross, so gross, I don’t know why I even thought that they would want to talk to me again for any other reason. I feel like a stupid obje-“

“Y/n…” Jungwon got up and sat next to you, you sat up and leaned on him. Your hair was a mess, and your hoodie and shorts were disheveled. You felt as bad as you looked.

“They are stupid for objectifying you.” Jungwon started, his thumb rubbing your palm, “you are so much more than a pretty face, you have brains, you are really funny, and you have a dorky personality. You aren’t just pretty; you are so much more than that.” His voice was quiet, he didn’t want to raise it in fear you would just keep getting upset, “if they are stupid enough to make you feel like this, like an inanimate object, they are so stupid.”

“Thank you…” You mumbled and leaned your head on his shoulder, “I’m just tired of this… I don’t think people like me for me I feel like they just want to get something- anything- out of me. I’m so tired of it…”

“I know… I wish I could take that feeling away and give it to myself so you don’t have to feel like this anymore…” Jungwon looked down at your guys’ hands. He truly did want to take this feeling away from you and give it to himself. He’d rather deal with it for you. He didn’t want you to feel this way anymore.

You watched as he rubbed his thumb against the back of your hand, “I’m sorry you have to hear about me moping around…”

“No don’t be sorry… I want you to talk to me when you feel like this… Talk to me so I can listen and help…” Jungwon felt like he was made to help people, including you.

“Thank you Wonnie…”

He smiled softly at you, “are you hungry or want water or anything?”

“Can we get tea? Or a pastry?” You rubbed your eyes. Jungwon helped you.

“We can get as many pastries and cups of tea as you want.”

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p-taryn-dactyl · 2 years

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hi, i saw your post about requests for agatha being open- may i request an agatha oneshot where its just a soulmate au? for example the one where they´re connected with a red string that turns purple when they meet or the one where they both see the same color (purple) and then its just enemies to lovers ("oh, its you" *annoyed tone*) and then it just turns into lovers ya know and maybe a bit of spice (idk if you´re comfy with writing smut, if not that´s totally valid) have a great day, bye! :))

Ik i said this would be posted ~yesterday but last night i had an emotional breakdown lol a/n: god I’m the worst. I freaking love the whole red string soulmate au and idk why this took me so long to finish. Hopefully you still like this even tho its been FOREVER I’m so sorry :( also i tried to make this funny but honestly think i rushed it. anyways - i still enjoyed writing this <3 thx for requesting (i promise i love getting requests but sometimes i look at them and go “omg i can’t wait to read that” and then a few days weeks later I’m like “oh wait, i have to write it”) word count: 1k warning(s): my writing; this is actually bad im so sorry

Btw, i am not really comfortable writing smut. Maybe soon ill be able to writing smexy scenes without laughing my head off at myself :)

Oh Red String of Fate

Soulmates were a very tricky thing. Once someone thought they had discovered all there was to this phenomenon, a new wonderful flourish of mystery appeared. For instance, it was previously thought that once you met your soulmate, the red string tied around your ring finger would turn a different color.

Apparently, in your case, you were special. The universe decided to share your soulmate with you at the worst possible moment. Because it was nice like that.

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Agatha Harkness could only be described as a pain in your ass. You had met the witch during a particularly tough battle and while you were sweating buckets trying to defeat the monster attacking New York (why was it always New York?), Agatha sat off to the side in a lawn chair, on the sidewalk, pointing out obvious things like:

“Watch out for that building!”

“Oohh so close…”

“Come on darling, we’re all rooting for you!”

(It must be noted she was wearing sunglasses, it was a cloudy day, and sipping a piña colada)

Ever since then, she had taken it upon herself to seemingly make your life a living hell. If you went to fight a villain, she was there. If you took out one bad guy, she took out five. Constantly outdoing you, constantly bragging.

So, one day, today, when you were called in for a mission, you expected her constant annoying pestering.

You definitely weren’t expecting this.

The mutant you were fighting had the ability to manipulate gravity and was currently attempting to use said ability to turn the Empire State into a shish kabob. Stealthy, you had snuck up behind him, your own powers buzzing in your palms when he sent out a blast of anti gravity, throwing you off and sending you flying out into the sky. Since your powers didn’t include that of flight, you were certain your next act would to crash into the side walk. After you closed your eyes to brace yourself, you felt a warmth surrounding you. You opened your eyes to see purple light holding you in place, hundreds of feet in the air. Arms soon wrapped around you, making you spin your head around. Agatha smirked.

“Honey, if you wanted me to hold you, all you had to do was ask-”

She cut herself off, looking down at your hand. You scrunched your eyebrows in confusion, one at her bewildered look and two at her silence, and looked to where she was looking. What you saw made your heart practically stop beating.

The red strings attached to both of your ring fingers stretched out, braiding into each other while shifting into a dark purple. Agatha raised her eyes to examine your face as you took in this new information. When you looked up, your eyes were a mix of a blank expression and one of panic.

“You have got to be kidding me.”

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The end of the battle came quickly as Agatha knocked out the mutant and begrudgingly returned the Empire State Building back to it’s original spot. Before you could even blink, you were poofed away. Startled, you stumbled backwards, your legs hitting a couch, causing you to collapse into the cushions. Agatha appeared next to you, wearing casual clothing as the leaned on the arm of the couch, her eyes examining you. For some reason, you found yourself blushing under her intense gaze. Agatha cocked her head to the side, raising her left hand up to show the soulmate string.

“So…”

You didn’t say anything, your posture rigid as you turned your head to stare at her wall.

“Honey, you need to look at me when I’m talking to you.” Agatha snapped, her voice void of the humor she used around you. Purple magic wrapped around your head, turning your gaze back to her. You sighed, rolling your eyes as you crossed your arms and leaned back into the couch.

“Look, Agatha, we don’t need to do anything about this. We can just go along our normal lives, forget that the universe made a mistake, and find partners who we don’t feel like strangling-”

The purple magic came to press on your mouth, silencing you. You also felt the warmth of Agatha’s magic wrapping around your wrists, holding them in place. The witch stood up from her place on the couch, only to stand in front of you. You looked up at her, watching as her blue eyes stared down at you. She then leaned forward, placing a hand on either side of you, her face inches away from yours. You cursed your heart for speeding up, revealing thoughts and feelings you had tried to bury from the beginning. You had always found her beautiful, too beautiful, that’s one of the reasons why you were so annoyed with her. Oh and the constant sarcastic, flirty, remarks-

Oh.

Something clicked inside your mind, memories playing like a movie montage in your mind. Aside from the first time you met, Agatha wasn’t being purposely annoying, she was flirting with you. And your oblivious ass chose violence instead.

“Darling, in case the little purple string on our fingers didn’t send the message clear enough, you’re mine. And I don’t intend on sharing.”

Her cold tone sent shivers down your spine and you nodded, your mind still blown by the idea she could actually like-like you. The magic on your mouth and wrists disappeared and Agatha stood up straight again, preparing to walk out of the room due to your silence.

“Agatha!” You blurted out, standing up quickly. The witch turned to your direction, her eyes boring into you as you fiddled with your fingers.

“I don’t think- I mean I guess,” you huffed at your inability to form words as Agatha stalked closer to you, a predatory look growing in her eyes, “God damn it I have a crush on you,” You whispered not so quietly as the realization hit you like a train, “So maybe you don’t have to…share…”

You trailed off at Agatha’s closeness, your back now hitting the wall as she caged you in. A smile, genuine and beautiful, grew on her face as she leaned in, chuckling.

“Oh red string of fate.”

a/n: to the anon who requested this - consider this my apology for how crappy this is. don’t get me wrong, your prompt was gold i just think i failed although i had so much fun writing this <3, I’m sorry if it’s disappointing.

#agatha harkness #agatha harkness x reader #agatha harkness x fem!reader #agatha harkness x gn!reader #don’t even ask what AU this is bc i don’t even know

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payidaresque · 1 year

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Photoshopping/giffing tips and tricks pt. 2

[in addition to this post i previously made]. Before we start, I want to say that i’m no expert in any way, and everyone should work in ways they're most comfortable with, i just want to share some knowledge i collected over the years with everyone who might find it useful and maybe improve their skills in making content. So, let’s get started! WARNING: IMAGE/GIF HEAVY!

Save workspaces. You can have multiple workspaces for different needs. For example, i’m making gifs more often, but sometimes i make edits as well, so having to switch the timeline panel off when it gets in a way, then go back to the view menu, then bringing it back again... idk, call me lazy, but it seems like a few extra clicks for me 💀 What you can do instead is save your current workspace and easily switch between them any time you want. To do that, align all your tools and menus as you want, then find this icon at the top right corner

Scroll down to New Workspace, and this window will pop up

Name your workspace however you want, and chose what you want to save. You can save keyboard shortcuts, menus and tools. When you click save and change your layout, nothing will happen. That is because you need to reset your Essentials workspace first (the one that’s usually the default). Now when you switch between your workspaces (if you saved multiple) everything should work as expected

How to change the speed of gif without converting to frame animation (PS 2021 and above). THANK GOD Adobe fixed the glitch where the frame rate gets all messed up when you switch to video timeline, so i would suggest upgrading whatever version of PS you currently have if you can, working with timeline is MUCH easier in my opinion. To change the speed, after you imported the video (photoshop reads only .mp4’s btw, so be sure to check if you have the correct format), click the little play button

and type in whatever number you want: 25% — the lowest value, but you can also speed the gif up by entering a number higher than 100%. Remember to do that BEFORE you convert your gif to a smart object (& before resizing it, bc after applying the changes video automatically converts into a smart object), because once you convert it, the speed can’t be changed without going back a few steps). When you slow a gif down, photoshop “eats” some parts of it (usually towards the end), so you need to extend the gif by dragging it to the right until you reach the end of your scene to fix that Normal speed

Slowed down to 60%. Sometimes slowed down gifs may look choppy, i explained the trick on how to fix it in pt. 1 (click the first link in the post).

Use plugins. There are so many great ones! For example, i found this plugin called Better Grids: it creates grids and converts them into shapes or frames AUTOMATICALLY based on the numbers you set within the plugin. It’s a lifesaver for me when it comes to photosets! DL (Google drive. M1 Mac users: for the plugin to work, you need to run Photoshop under Rosetta mode first. To do that, right-click the app, go to get Info and check Open using Rosetta if you have that option available)

If your disk space allows, do not convert media. It’s time consuming, messes up the original quality, and usually extremely hard on processors, especially not very powerful ones. Instead, just change the container to open your file in photoshop, It’s faster & less power consuming. I use Subler (mac) and Avidemux (mac & windows) to change the container to mp4, bc for me it’s the simplest ones to use

Handy thansform tool trick. When you try to fit your image into a certain sized canvas, this is probably what you’ll caught yourself doing

there's actually a much faster and easier way to resize stuff. when you activate transform tool, you'll see these boxes with numbers in the top panel

watch what happens when i change one of the numbers

isn't that neat? (make sure that little chain button is checked to mantain proportions. x and y values are for stretching the image horizontally or vertically)

Save document presets. In new document window, type in your desired dimmensions, then click "Save Preset", choose which options you want to save, name it however you want, click ok and you're done — congrats, now you have a saved canvas preset for further use!

So, i hope these little tips were useful. Have fun creating guys 🌸

#ps help #evansyhelp #allresources #completeresources #usergif #hisources

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crazycookiecrumbles · 2 years

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A Fall Day

A/N: Just another random one-shot in my Stark!Verse

TBH my heart just isn’t in writing and posting anymore. So IDK what to expect from me from here on out unless something SUPER inspires me and I can’t let the idea go.

Pairings/Characters: Shangqi x Stark!Reader; Bucky Barnes x Reader (platonic) Katy Chen x Xu Xialing (mentioned) Katy Chen x Bucky Barnes

Warnings: cursing, Bucky’s brooding face, mini roast sessions, Stark bullshit, breakup mentioned, mostly fluffy stupid nonsense

Summary: We interrupt your previously scheduled one-shot for a chance at some random fluff fall goodness:

You two haven’t had a chance to just hang out and be regular people to enjoy the changing season. So, to remedy this, your doting husband has a plan up his sleeve for a great day, which is made only great by the presence of two good friends.

Previous Chapter: A New Fear (not DIRECTLY after, can go in any place really)

This was simply magical. You know what? Maybe you really did have a good reason to marry your husband, because sometimes, he really just did his best work to knock you off your feet.

Fall, the best season of them all, had arrived, and your husband had a plan set the second the coffee shops dropped all their pumpkin products.

First, he started your day with a pumpkin beverage. Could your AI have made it for you or ordered it? Yes, absolutely, but where was the care if, for once, he didn’t go out and pick it up so he could hand deliver it to you in bed?

Yawning, you opened one eye, ready to yell at him for waking the sleeping beast until you saw the drink. You gasped, shot up in bed, and stretched your hands out to grab the drink. Smirking, Shangqi placed the drink into your hands and watched as you greedily chugged it.

“And good morning to you, babe,” he said with a smile on his face. “When you finish that, get ready, I’ve got plans today.”

“Oh?” You asked after finally pulling away from the drink when it was half gone. “What’s going on?”

“You’ll see.”

“Is Katy coming?”

“She’ll be joining a little later. Bucky’s in town. He’s letting her try out a motorcycle.”

“Hm ,Bucky’s in town and didn’t come say hi first? I’m offended,” you hummed and sipped your drink some more, watching Shangqi’s facial expressions closely to try to guess what was going on. “We’re not going on a mission, are we?”

“What? No!” He laughed. “No. I just thought you could use a day out, and I know you love fall, so….”

“So!?”

“So there’s the Autumn Moon Festival in Chinatown. There’s tons of food, cooking demonstrations, acrobatics and martial arts, storytellers, and a parade, obviously,” he explained to you. “It’s no apple-picking in Upstate New York, but —“

“That sounds good,” You nodded and placed your empty cup in his hand before sitting up on your knees, leaning forward, and pressing your lips to his. “So…breakfast there, then?”

“There’s a pumpkin muffin waiting for you for the car ride.”

You sighed happily and draped your arms around his shoulders, “This is why I married you, Shangqi. I hope you know that.”

“I thought it was because I made you a better person and because I’m so damn handsome?”

“Well, I’m glad you’re not pretending it’s your intelligence,” you teased.

He gasped. Shangqi gasped before he pouted, grabbed your waist, and stood up with you. You shrieked with laughter as he dropped the both of you on the bed like a poorly executed wrestling move before he rolled over you, face hovering over yours as he playfully held your wrists to the bed.

“You’re an awful person, Mrs. Stark,” he sighed.

You beamed, “Yes, yes I am, Mr. Xu. Don’t you love it?”

He sighed again, “Yeah, I really do. Come on, get ready. If we get there and all the food is gone, I’m afraid for what you’ll do.”

“Cry, probably. Definitely cry.”

~*~

At the festival, Shangqi could see you were in heaven. There were so many foods to try. The colors and decorations were vibrant and bright, there were beautiful trinkets, like fans, to purchase, and, naturally, you found yourself going overboard on things to buy.

Shangqi was stuffing your mouth with mooncake as the two of you shuffled through the busy streets together. You came across one of the demonstrations and watched on the sidelines as the experts displayed their martial arts prowess.

As you both were watching, you yourself felt like you were being watched. You glanced around curiously, and noticed how everyone was turning to stare at your husband. You smiled softly to yourself. He was completely oblivious to all the attention he was getting. Turning slightly, you tugged on his jacket and leaned in to speak in his ear, “You’ve been recognized, babe.”

Shangqi broke out of his daze and looked around. There were camera phones pointed at him, people talking and whispering, kids staring in awe.

He scoffed, “Nah ,that’s for you, baby —“

“Honey, consider the predominantly Asian neighborhood we are in and the very obvious lack of Asian representation in the superhero world so far,” you sighed as you grabbed his shoulders and gave him a little shake. “It’s for you.”

Shangqi gave another look around as you slipped away from him shouting that ‘bus boy is here.’ He scoffed at the old nickname you used for him, but he quickly recovered as people grabbed his arms and started dragging him over to join the other demonstrators. He looked at you wondering what he should do. You simply nodded and waved your hand in a ‘go on’ motion to prompt him. With a shrug, Shangqi displayed his own fighting prowess.

You watched with a smile on your face. You remembered your own moments when you were first being recognized. The same attention you got from people of your own culture because they felt a connection to you, a hero. It was sweet seeing that with your husband right now. Little kids were trying to follow along with him, and some adults too. People were filming him. He had all the attention.

You ended up turning it into a film session. A family or group of people handed you their phone while you were crouched down on the ground. You took pictures of them with your husband, gave the phone back, and moved it along.

“I didn’t think we’d be working,” Shangqi joked as you two eventually walked away to continue on with your day. “Sorry about that —“

“Enjoy it. All those little kids look at you and see themselves as a hero, adults too! It’s one of the perks of the business,” you smiled and squeezed his hand. “So is that woman that gave me an entire bag of scallion pancakes.”

“You are going to get sick eating all of those.”

“I’m aware, and I don’t care,” you said simply. “I didn’t judge you for eating 20 dumplings, 20!!!”

“Okay, okay,” he laughed and wrapped an arm around your shoulders. “How about we go grab some boba — “

“I want egg tarts —“

“And that too,” he nodded. “There’s a Japanese tea ceremony going on. I got tickets to see if you’re interested.”

You nodded, “Yeah, let’s do it.”

With snacks for later and drinks in hand, you two found yourselves viewing a traditional Japanese tea ceremony with other performances. You both were sitting in your seats and observing when you spotted Katy and Bucky across the way. Katy unceremoniously threw a balled up napkin at Shangqi’s face. It smacked him on the cheek and fell on the ground, causing you to stifle your giggles in the middle of this beautiful ceremony.

Afterwards, you all waited for each other outside. You locked eyes with Bucky and gave him the middle finger. He rolled his eyes as he approached, leaning down to kiss you on the cheek before giving Shangqi a hug.

“I guess we’re meeting up earlier than planned,” Katy began. “So, this can only mean one thing —“

“Katy,” Shangqi sighed. “I’m trying to give her a fall day —“

“You don’t even know what I was suggesting.”

“Probably karaoke and booze,” Bucky hummed.

She scoffed, “What? No…”

“Why not,” you shrugged with a laugh. “It’s a San Francisco fall day, right? Let’s do it.”

“See? This is why you married her, she’s smart,” Katy draped an arm around your shoulders as she started to lead you away. “Thank god you’re here now. Bucky was making me look bad in front of everyone.”

“It’s not my fault I speak multiple languages,” he shrugged his shoulders as he and Shangqi walked behind you and Katy.

“It is, Barnes, it absolutely is!” Katy scoffed. “And he ate, like, 20 chicken wings. I can’t tell if I’m scared or turned on.”

“Oh, that’s funny. Shangqi had 20 dumplings.”

“Animals,” Katy shook her head while behind her, Shangqi rolled his eyes and Bucky snorted.

At the usual Karaoke bar, it was a little more crowded than usual with people in the area for the festivals. You guys managed to get a room right before the crowd hit, and you planned on keeping it for as long as you could. The drinks were flowing, Bucky was running out to get snacks to bring back, and you all were screaming your lungs out.

Well, all except—

“Come on, Bucky Bear,” you whined as you grabbed his arm. “You gotta sing a little something.”

Shangqi blinked as he watched you bat your eyes up at Bucky. He wasn’t sure if he was witnessing a nefarious plan, or a drunken confession.

“Fuck off, Stark.”

“Bucky bear!” You whined again, watching the soldier’s nostrils flare as his eyes darkened with an urge to throw you into the ocean. “Please?”

“What is happening?” Shangqi blurted out.

“Bucky loves a damsel in distress so I’m trying to appeal to that to get him to sing,” you explained as you stared up at Bucky. “Is it working?”

Bucky blinked twice as he stared at you in silence before answering, “Not even in your wildest dreams, Stark.”

“….You bitch.”

“I got it,” Katy slammed her drink before setting the glass on the table and marching up to him. She poked him in his chest, “Please sing. My girlfriend ghosted me. I need this.”

“Pity isn’t fair,Katy.”

“But it works, right?”

“Wait. My sister ghosted you?” Shangqi stared at Katy in disbelief. “I am too drunk for all this information. What is happening right now? Katy, are you okay?”

“Oh, sure, dude. My girlfriend’s so busy with work and some new project she’s on that she basically ghosted me and only answered ages later to say it’s done. I’m totally okay — no, I’m not okay. But I will be if Bucky starts to sing…”

Everyone slowly turned to stare at Bucky. The man with a permanent scowl rolled his eyes, grabbed a microphone, and went to pick a song. The three of you cheered while he was picking something.

“I bet it’s old as shit,” Katy whispered. “You were right, Stark, damsel works every time.”

“Told you. One time, I got him to take me to Wendy’s at 1:00 a.m. because I wanted a frosty.”

“Thank god. I thought you were in love with him,” Shangqi sighed in relief. “One super soldier love triangle was enough for me.”

“Ew? Bucky? I could never,” you shuddered at the thought.

Bucky finally picked a song and surprised the three of you. No one would have guessed when or how he came upon this, but given that he’d been through more eras in time than Steve, and had a lot more time on his hands now, maybe this was how he came upon it.

“Hungry eyes,” Bucky sang, going fully into it by thrusting his hips and making a fist against his chest. “One look at you and I can’t disguise!”

This was incredible. The three of you were frozen as you watched him. Was this really happening? Was Bucky a variant? This was insane. Never in your wildest dreams would you have guessed this was happening. It took you off guard so much, that it took you a moment to finally pull out your cell phone and start recording, only for Bucky to run over and rip it out your hand while he was singing and hold it in the air away from you.

“What a bully,” you huffed as Shangqi laughed and wrapped an arm around you. “This was a great day, honey, thank you.”

He beamed and rested his chin on the top of your head as he watched Katy grab a microphone and join in with Bucky, “Yeah? I mean, it’s no fall in New York, but —“

“But this was equally as fantastic. We needed this. Good job, babe,” you patted his chest and turned to kiss him softly on his cheek. “We should check on Xialing, though. That sounded weird.”

“I was just thinking the same thing,” he sighed. “I’m sure it’s fine. I’ll give her a call first.”

“Good,” you nodded. “Maybe take Katy out. Let her pick which car of my dad’s and go have a day together.”

“Are you sure you want to do that?”

“What? Yeah, she’s a great driver. I trust her. Better driver than I am, at least,” you shrugged your shoulders. “Better than you too, grandma.”

“Wow, okay. Wow,” he nodded while you were cackling. “Yeah, yeah, love you too, Y/N.”

#shangqi x reader #shang-chi x reader #shang-chi x stark!reader #shangqi x stark!reader #shang chi fanfiction #shangqi x you #shangqi x avenger!reader #stark!reader #stark!verse #crazycookiecrumbles #katy chen #katy chen x bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #platonic bucky #xialing x katy

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werewolfetone · 1 year

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I am begging you to tell me more about the dangerous politically charged and insane woollen drapery trade of late 18th century Belfast

Oh god. Alright, I'm assuming that everyone reading this has at least a basic knowledge of the fact that there are Catholic-Protestant tensions in Northern Ireland--if not, google it please I don't want to have to explain that to someone for the first time again. I'm also putting the bulk of this post below a cut because it's... a lot about that, and I know I wouldn't particularly want that shoved onto my dash without asking me, so this is your warning for the fact that this is mostly about sectarianism.

The previously mentioned tensions have been around for a long, long, long time, and one point they were particularly heated was the late 18th century. This was fueled by wider anti-Catholic sentiment in the British Isles as a whole, which was itself fueled by King George iii (derogatory) being anti-Catholic to an extreme, and just by... the way people were in the 18th century. idk. There were also events such as the Gordon Riots in 1780, which protested increased rights for Catholics and made the simmering tensions much worse.

To understand Catholic-Protestant tension in Ireland specifically, and by extension to understand what was so insane about the woollen drapery trade, there are few groups you need to know about.

The Peep O'Day Boys. They were the Protestant sectarian murder gang. They would go around smashing the windows of Catholic houses, torching Catholic farms, killing and beating up Catholics who looked at them funny... etc etc. They were also responsible for something called the Armagh Outrages, which was basically an anti-Catholic killing spree that led to thousands of Catholics being run out of Co. Armagh upon pain of death.

The Orange Boys. This is just the Orange Order but they've got a different name. If you're not aware of who they are I envy you, and they still exist today and they suck. They were originally a splinter faction of the Peep O'Day Boys, which claimed to be less violent but... might not have been. Both groups blamed each other for the Armagh Outrages, it's not entirely clear who did it.

The Defenders. They were the Catholic sectarian murder gang, originally created to defend against Protestant attacks, hence the name. They didn't go to quite the extreme level of unprovoked violence as their Protestant counterparts, but they could get close. They were also generally the underdogs, given that the government by and large tended to agree with the Peep O'Day Boys

The groups would often fight, either under cover of darkness or in some cases just in broad daylight, and their fights would get, as expected, extremely violent. You have to understand that these two sides despised each other on every level. They both wanted the other side completely gone from Ireland.

Two more groups who are important to this conflict:

The Whiteboys. They were a secret agrarian anti-landlord society that protested the rent gouging and general existence of landlords in Ireland by killing people. Landlords at this time, of course, managed to be even worse than they are today, and controlled most aspects of their tenants' lives. And the Whiteboys were violent in response; they could and would kill people for charging too high of rent.

The Steelboys. Also called the Hearts of Steel, they were very similar to the Whiteboys, only they were exclusively Protestant and they were just in the North.

So there was the class conflict as well as the sectarian conflict, and it was fueled by the changes brought on by the Industrial Revolution. Irish (and British) society was becoming less agrarian and more industrialised, so people who could work as independent weavers and make a decent living now had to become factory workers, where they were paid significantly less, and they weren't pleased with that. It was also fuelled by British occupation of Ireland--the Brits would significantly underpay Irish workers, and would mistreat the Irish working classes in general. This led to the class conflict also becoming extreme.

The last thing, again, that I have to stress, is the extreme violence. If you pissed off one of the above groups for whatever reason, they would leave a note on your door saying "you have x many days to get out of town" and if you didn't, they would kill you. If they were that polite, of course--the Whiteboys particularly had a reputation for deciding they didn't like someone and showing up to shoot them that night. Oh, and if the government caught you being part of any of these groups (EXCEPT the Peep O'Day Boys) they would also kill you, possibly without any trial.

Now. Take the sectarian violence, take the class violence, take the government's violence, and add to them an extremely competitive by nature market that all of the people involved in the above fighting are having to compete with each other in, an almost cartoonishly evil government that truly could not care less if people die, and the ideas of the French Revolution dividing people further, and you have an approximation of what the Belfast woollen drapery trade was like in the late 18th century.

#this became... longer than i meant it to be #but i'm unsure how much info your average non-irish or non-18th century studying person knows about this #so this is starting from the very very bottom in terms of background knowledge #irish history #18th century #tw violence #tw death #tw sectarianism #jory.txt

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deepspacedukat · 1 year

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From Silence - Part 2

Based on this post with 100000% credit to @toebeans-mcgee for the premise, and written with her permission. I don’t know how many chapters this will end up being, but it feels like maybe...four or five? Also idk why but pov switches feel warranted for this particular fic, so that’s a thing that will happen each chapter. As you might have gathered from other fics and from things in the first part, dialogue in italics is meant to be telepathic dialogue.

Part 1 here. Part 3 here. Part 4 here. Part 5 here. Epilogue here.

Cross-posted to AO3 here.

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Senator Letant (ST:DS9) x Reader

[A/N: There will be flashbacks involving how the reader got the injuries in future chapters. For now, there’s only a brief mention of what really happened.]

Warnings: Descriptions of injuries shown as flashbacks/nightmares, telepathy, touch telepathy, descriptions of trauma/severe injury sustained previously leading to muteness, hurt/comfort (the comfort comes later), injury/recovery, threats, Letant is interest but prickly.

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A momentary flash of guilt stabbed its way through Letant’s chest when he next awoke and saw the Lieutenant curled in on herself atop her rickety cot. He’d really had no need to be so rude to her. When he’d allowed himself to touch her mind to communicate with her, he’d felt her vulnerability and fear. She had been attempting bravery prior to her discovery about her mutilation, but when she found her voice stolen, he was surprised to find that he took no pleasure in the shattering of her already cracked facade.

Letant had felt fear before, both in himself and in others, but this was a primal, instinctive sort of terror – one that made him want to wrap her in his arms and keep her safe from the horrors of this Dominion-run hellhole. Perhaps that was why he’d allowed himself the luxury of attempting to comfort her by placing a hand on her shoulder. Oh, the way his heart had lurched in sympathy when she’d been unable to speak! The way she’d looked through him when she realized she was broken had made his stomach sink with concern. He wished he had the medical knowledge to reverse whatever the Jem’Hadar had done to her.

What an utterly ridiculous desire for a Romulan Senator! He would expect a younger man to have such fanciful notions, but him? He was much too old for such things. He couldn’t allow himself to become attached to someone so fragile.

As he sat up and stretched, his back protested this extended use of a metal shelf as a bed. He really would kill for a decent night’s rest on something a little softer after his long weeks of confinement. He stood slowly and padded his way quietly over to the doors of the cell they were locked in, glancing out only for a moment before turning back and taking the opportunity to observe his cellmate.

She was pretty for a Human. There was a sort of subtle strength to her that he attributed to her Starfleet training. Not for the first time, he wondered what her position could have been that had served to keep her alive. Blue was medical, wasn’t it? Or was it science? Either way, it would be intriguing to see how she adapted to her situation.

Speaking of, why had she been placed with him? In all the weeks that he’d been a prisoner here, he had been treated differently than the other inmates. Nearly everyone else was allowed to roam the compound, but the Jem’Hadar had never given him the same privilege. Perhaps they feared his influence over the other prisoners. They were certainly correct in assuming that he’d attempt to orchestrate an escape, but were they so afraid of him that they dared not let him try? The cowards.

That brought Letant’s thoughts back to his quiet little companion. If they didn’t want him to orchestrate an escape, why give him access to another person? Did they believe her too frail and injured to be able to assist him? Or were they waiting to see if he’d do something barbaric like killing her?

On the other hand, they could be attempting to distract him by giving him a pretty little plaything. Looking at the problem through such a lens, he had to admit that, so far, they’d been successful. She was intriguing, there was no denying that. She was, of course, little more than a momentary distraction, but he wouldn’t do her the disservice of denying that she was compelling. She’d been denied so much dignity already. He would not exacerbate that particular injury to her person.

Letant couldn’t help but wonder if what he’d felt from her was typical of a Human. Her mind had been different from a Romulan’s when he touched her. She was open, gentle...and strangely alluring in all her mental chaos. He wondered what it might feel like if he were to maintain contact with her for longer than a simple conversation’s duration. What might he uncover about her if he allowed himself to explore her thoughts?

No. No, he couldn’t start thinking like that. Letant couldn’t afford a weakness. Not now. He was surrounded by enemies here. Besides, she was just a Human. A Romulan Senator couldn’t have such a visible vulnerability, not even a beautiful one.

The next time I woke up, I heard movement behind me. Well, my new Romulan friend was active, at least. Forcing myself to sit up while he paced, I ran my fingers through my hair and stretched silently. This place seemed more than a little depressing. Then again, this was obviously a prison of some sort. This entire situation smacked of the Dominion.

Quietly wracking my memory, I tried to piece together what had happened. I’d been on a rescue mission in a runabout with a couple of my shipmates just inside the wormhole. We never reached our destination. A warship had disabled our engines and shields, transported us aboard as prisoners, and destroyed the runabout.

But what had happened after that? All I could recall was the three of us being dragged away in separate directions by the Jem’Hadar, and then...everything went blank. Either my memory had been intentionally erased or my subconscious had suppressed it for some reason. Given the injury I’d received, I could only assume it was trauma-related.

“I trust you slept well?” Glancing up at Letant, I nodded my head. He gave me a small smile and moved to sit beside me. With his posture ramrod straight, he held his hand out to me with his palm up. When I hesitated slightly, he rolled his eyes. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just thought you might like to talk.”

He began to pull his hand back as if regretting the offer, but before he could, I laid my fingers atop his. A triumphant little smile stretched his lips as my cheeks heated up with a blush. Taking a deep breath as his thumb brushed over my knuckles, I thought my first question at him.

“If I may ask, why are you doing this? I’m grateful, of course, but why would you want to help me?”

“Am I not allowed to be curious, Lieutenant? I’ve never had the opportunity to speak so intimately with a Human before. Would you say that you’re average for a member of your species?” His question threw me for a loop.

“I suppose I am. What about you? Are you average for a Romulan?” Letant let out a smooth laugh at my question, and my brow furrowed.

“If you knew who I was, you wouldn’t ask such a question.” What the hell did he mean by that? Before I could ask, though, heavy footsteps approached our cell, and Letant stood, maneuvering so that he was between me and the cell door. Was he...protecting me? Peeking around him, I saw a Jem’Hadar soldier release the door’s lock and step inside.

“Deyos has decided that the two of you are now free to roam the compound with the other prisoners, but remember, beyond the atmospheric dome there is nothing but airless vacuum and barren rock. Leave the dome, even for an instant, and you die,” the guard warned.

“We shall be sure to keep that in mind. Now, I’d like some answers. What did you do to her? Why can’t she speak?” Letant asked in what I assumed was his haughtiest tone as he gestured at me, but the Jem’Hadar seemed unfazed.

“She gave us answers that we didn’t like, so we removed her vocal cords,” the soldier stated taking a step closer to my Romulan companion. “Keep talking, Senator, and we’ll do the same to you.”

He and the guard stared at each other for a long moment before the latter left the cell.

“You will return to your barracks at lights out or you will be punished,” the soldier called before walking down the corridor with his phase rifle in hand.

When Letant turned back to me, I couldn’t keep the bewildered expression off my face. He was a Senator?

“Does that answer your earlier question, Lieutenant?” He asked, and before I could think better of my actions, I caught his hand in mine.

“If you’re a Senator, why didn’t you tell me? I would have thought that you’d be itching to lord that over me, so...why didn’t you?”

“Romulans do not tend to volunteer information. I didn’t tell you, because it wasn’t necessary for you to know. Now that you do, I expect you to keep that information to yourself, or what the Jem’Hadar did to you will be but a start. Am I understood?” With a dangerous sort of smile, Letant waited only long enough for me to nod my head before he tugged his hand free of mine and straightened his tunic. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have business to attend to.”

I was unable to protest or ask him where he was going, so I simply watched him leave before making my own way out into the openness of the rest of the compound. It was time to do a little reconnaissance. Maybe I could befriend some other Federation officers and find a way out of here.

#deepspacedukat fic #Senator Letant #Senator Letant x Reader #Letant #he's interested but prickly

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woosansang · 2 years

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henlo my beloveds!! i cannot believe that an entire year has passed in which not a single day goes by where i dont think about, listen to, watch, or fawn over (or all of the above) the most amazing group of young artists that i’ve ever had the pleasure of loving.

below the cut you will find some unnecessary emotional babbling about my short but amazing time as an atiny and some words of love to some of the people on this website who have contributed to that happiness. (fair warning: it is really fucking long i am so sorry and i do not expect many people to read it. tags and messages are at the bottom if that’s what you’re here for)

a week or so from today marks my first anniversary of being part of atinyblr, but it was on the fateful day of saturday july 17th 2021 that i watched my very first piece of ateez content and fell head over heels for fireworks!yeosang.

over 6000 tumblr posts later (what can i say? when ya boy obsesses, she oBsESsEs alright), and here we are. tumblr user woosansang who had previously not changed their url for SIX YEARS breaks tradition for Some Guys. smh @ myself at how whipped i am. @/bowtiescarves, you had a good run.

while yeosang captured my attention literally instantly, some of you know how utterly in denial i was about my san bias, which manifested itself within mere days of discovering them, yet it took me over six months to acknowledge how much he affected me. seonghwa joined the bias line second, officially, but then he got kicked out after deja vu because apparently i can’t take him seriously when he’s got pink hair or something idk. anyway, for all of one week i was posting about yeosang, san and seonghwa. and then i discovered inception era wooyoung and my life was basically over then. like. fucking goodbye jazzy lol LOL.

i remember listening to compilations of jongho singing for hours. i remember being so upset that they came to australia back in 2019 before i really even knew what kpop was at all and feeling like i’d missed my chance (cut to me now, kind of considering a wholeass holiday to korea for the sole purpose of seeing them live). i remember watching every. single. thanxx stage. GOD. those first few weeks were wild.

then i made my first ateez gifs. of seonghwa of all people. and since then, i have made more gifs and gifsets in the past year than the previous seven or eight years of being a casual content creator combined. (like i said, i’m insanely obsessed but wcyd)

outside of tumblr, i am a dancer, and after only knowing of ateez for a few weeks, my sister (who introduced me to them) and i decided that we were going to cut together a mashup song and learn a bunch of their choreographies to perform at our dance school’s annual concert in 2021. lockdowns and restrictions meant that we ended up learning and teaching this dance to our friend almost entirely online, and if i’m being completely honest here, our ateez dance was one of the only things that kept me happy during all the time spent stuck at home. like. combine dance and my current hyperfixation and you get one happy jazzy. we weren’t perfect by any means, but i was so so proud of our little trio for what we managed to accomplish (i think most of you have already seen my dance but if you want, you can dm me and i’ll send you the link if you want to watch!). our dance was ridiculously well recieved by the audience and i cannot remember ever being happier on stage then when i was performing to ateez’s music. it’s wild how serotonin works hey.

the past year of my life has been hectic, especially this last six months with my new job, and ateez has been the main thing that’s kept me going strong this whole time. they make me so happy, and the friends i have made through them make me so happy as well <3 i am so grateful that i found them and fell in love with them when i did <3

if you read all of that.... wow im so sorry i dont know how to be concise to save my life bsdhfbsd

now because i am me and i am physically incapable of keeping things short and sweet, there are just a few people that i want to say some stuff to that i’m sure they already know but i’m a sap so i’m gonna say it again. behold:

@hwanswerland fio bro idk what to say here tbh you know we are both too awkward and stupid for saying nice things to each other but i guess i have to bc i like you or something </3 fr though you know i do love talking to you, i love sending you stupid shit and bad hwa screenshots and random photos i find on twitter that either i’ve cried over or i know you will cry over. i love how we revel in each other losing our minds over some guys. and i also love how easy it has always been to be real with you, how well we clicked when we first started talking and how much i love waking up to random text essays from you overnight. thank you for listening to my bullshit and giving me your own right back. thank you for understanding my dislike of exclamation marks. thank you for being someone who actually likes to communicate about things if we ever take issue with something or just need clarification because we’re being stupid about some feelings or whatever. thank you for being you. i dont remember how we even became friends but i’m incredibly thankful that it happened. i guess. idk. you’re boring and i hate you. that’s more like it <333333

@sanhwaiting megan <3 beloved <3 bubble tea buddy <3 evil demon friend <3 we havent talked as much lately since we are such busy bees but i love you all the same! thank you especially for being such a kind and welcoming presense in atinyblr when i first stuck my toes into this fandom, for helping me with random cc stuff, for being such a sweet and constant presence in my notifs, for sending me so much stuff that i had to create tags just to keep track of my own suffering </3 i miss our little chats and i hope we can get back to them soon <333 ilysm <3

@hwanwooyoung chey my dearest, i hope you are having an amazing day today because you deserve the world <3 i self proclaimed myself as your emotional support mutual and while i don’t always manage to hold up that promise, i hope you know that i’m subconsiously sending you love and support every day! you’re such a beautiful person and i just want the universe to see that and give you everything you want in life <3 ilysm beloved, thank you for always being there for me <3 <3 <3

@ocean-dreamer-sky-chaser elise beloved!! i love you so much my love <3 im so glad we accidentally became friends lmao i love that i can leave rants in your dms whenever i need to and that we both feel comfortable enough to have deep and meaningful conversations and help each other out, or simply support each other and know we have each others’ backs. and also then i can come screaming about being on my knees for woosan just to have you go “same *faints*” HDSFJHSDK also love that we are both into fic lol it’s nice to have someone helplessly flailing with me about it <3333

@applejongho anne i think you’re just about the coolest person i know. even though we’ve only started talking properly quite recently, you’ve always been an awesome precense in atinyblr and i absolutely love how easy it is to chat to you about the most random shit. also MATH BUDDY LETS GO NERDS <33

@hanjesungs jay, although not really that deep in atinyblr anymore, you remain an awesome friend with knowledge on the most obscure things that i come to you to talk about, whether that be some random ass stage jisung did a year ago or how to build a computer from scratch, you always seem to know exactly what i need lmfao. thank you for teaching me about skz!! you and a few others truly opened my eyes to how fucking awesome they are. we should do another watch sesh soon <3 thank you for also always being there at whatever random hour i start vagueposting on tumblr, you show up in my messages with your love and support and distractions and i love you for it. you really need to get to bed at a reasonable time one of these days though HJDFSJDHF LOVE YOU <3

@blueberrysan shay!!! i love you so much <333 tbh, you are the heart of my life as an atiny, no doubt. you are the sweetest most precious angel and i wish we talked more but we’re both so stupidly shy it’s almost annoying sdjfsd thank you for also introducing me to svt and mr yoon jeonghan! i can’t thank you enough for all of the sweet messages and asks you’ve sent me, the little gifts here and there that i treasure. you’re so fucking lovely shay and i am so glad i am priviliged enough to know you <3 <3 <3

@hyunfelix dani im so glad we found each other again after being mutuals via stranger things without even talking to each other and then somehow being into some of the same kpop groups like a year or two later??? crazy how that happened. we need to come up with some kind of phonecall schedule lmao because we’re always missing each other being online but i love talking to you so much, it’s kind of like talking to myself but with an american accent BHSABD ilysm <3 text me again sometime pls <3333

a smol and special mention to sofie @seonghw-a and simi @yuggietual for the yeotent that i first found when searching for ateez content on tumblr lol, you guys were probably the first ccs i followed on here so you’re my og atinyblr crushes i guess sbdfjhf thanks for all your service to the yeo stans of this world <3

also a smol and special mention goes to the amazing work done by romi @songmingki providing atinys everywhere with content that we would not otherwise be able to access. i thank you internally every time i watch, save, gif, or simply drool over something you’ve uploaded. thank you so much <3

some other beloveds who i haven’t really spoken to much but deserve an honourable mention for making atiny and atinyblr incredible are @97choi @abiaswreck @ateezbiased @bvlnoriyas @dejawoos @jeongyunho99 @mangomingki @ortali @sanshine @seonghwaminho @soppa @lee--felix @woojoongz @wouyoung @xuseokgyu (i am so so sorry if i forgot anyone, it’s late and my brain is fried today)

last but not least, any non-mutuals who happen to be reading this, hi hello thanks for following my insane journey through stanning these silly, talented, gorgeous boys. i hope to stay here for a long time <3

thanks for coming to my ted talk. keep stanning ateez everyone <3

#jazzy's first atinyversary #dont rb #jfc this is a long ass post i am so sorry #but im just so so so so so so so sososo so so oooosoo happy to be here on this platform with these amazing people #i am so happy i found ateez #and i just want to scream about them all the time and you guys let me do that and just nod and pat me on the head like Ok Jazzy.#except fio. u bully the shit out of me </3 #anyway HDFSDJKF if u read the whole thing lmk cause im certain it's way too long to be interesting to anyone lmfaooo #pls dont rb though!! replies are appreciated <3

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ladylokilaufeyson5 · 2 years

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Madam President - Steve Rogers x Fem!President!Reader

Summary: After a serious threat against the president’s life, the Avengers have to stand in as her bodyguards.

Warnings: idk gunfire and action stuff, betrayal ?

Words: 2.3K+

Also this is my 100th post :))

“There is now a serious threat against the President’s life.”

The Avengers went silent at Fury’s words. They were previously not paying much attention, or talking amongst themselves, but as soon as the words left Director Fury’s mouth, they all shut up and paid full attention.

“President Y/n?” Peter Parker piped up. “But - but she’s amazing! She’s the best president we’ve had yet!”

“Yeah, she was super supportive with abolishing the Accords,” Sam Wilson put in.

“Yeah, well that’s why an organisation called Viper doesn’t like her,” Fury stated.

A few of the Avengers groaned, and Steve heard Tony mutter something about the threat at least not being Hydra this time.

“So what are we doing about that?” Clint asked. “What’s our play?”

“Well, seeing as you’re all – well, most of you are – the most capable people on the planet, you’ll be acting as her bodyguards.”

Steve’s phone vibrated and he glanced down to see a text from Tony to the Avengers group chat.

Tony: most of us?? I already know that was aimed at me

Tony: rude pirate

Steve rolled his eyes at the text message, and had to agree with the one that Natasha sent right after.

Natasha: As if he would let you anywhere near the President. You’d say something rude and tarnish the reputation of the Avengers

Tony: I would never tarnish anything. I’m perfect

Steve quickly typed a message to the chat.

Steve: You should be paying attention.

Tony’s message came through almost instantly.

Tony: So should you

Tony: Party pooper.

“So, you’ll take turns being her bodyguard,” Fury said. “Romanoff, Rogers, Barton, Wilson, Barnes, and Maximoff, you five have a meeting with her head of security tomorrow in D.C. I expect all of you to be there on time. The rest of you need to find this organisation and take it down.”

The director spoke a bit more about what was expected before leaving the Avengers to their own devices. Steve got up to start packing for the trip to Washington D.C. He was actually pretty excited to meet the president seeing as Peter had told Steve a lot about her; about how she passed the bill making same sex marriage legal in every state, and how she fought for rights for pretty much every community.

There was a knock on Steve's door, and he opened it to reveal Bucky.

"Hey, Buck," Steve said. "What's up?"

Bucky was silent for a moment before speaking.

"Do you… do you think I’m ready?" he asked.

Steve knew what this was about. Bucky had been in therapy for the past year and a half, but hadn’t gone on any important missions. Such as this mission, to protect the President.

“I definitely think so, Buck,” Steve said confidently. “The words don’t trigger you anymore, and you’re a great soldier. I think you’ll do great.”

A small smile graced the soldier’s features, and Steve smiled back at him.

Soon enough, the six Avengers got on the quinjet and started their journey from upstate New York to Washington D.C. They had all checked to make sure they had the appropriate weapons before they’d left. Sam had the Captain America shield, while Steve had a blue and silver one that T’Challa had given him. The flight was a quick one, and eventually the four men and two women had entered the White House (after quite a few security checks).

“Just through here,” one of the security guards said, leading Steve and the team through the hallway.

Steve made sure Sam entered first, closely followed by Natasha, then Wanda. Clint went in next, leaving Steve to enter second-to-last, leaving Bucky at the rear.

Steve had been in the President’s office a couple of times before to discuss world-threatening topics with previous presidents, but Steve had to admit that the president currently walking over to greet them was by far the most beautiful he’d ever seen.

She had h/l, h/c hair, and she stood with an air that demanded respect. She walked over to the Avengers and Steve saw that her eyes were a stunning shade of e/c.

“Captain America,” she said, shaking Sam’s hand.

“Madam President,” Sam replied with a grin.

The president proceeded to shake each Avenger’s hand. Wanda seemed the most nervous, but the president gave her a big smile, and even complimented her fighting abilities. Wanda smiled bashfully at the president, and the president continued shaking hands, all the way to Steve.

“Captain,” she said, reaching out to shake his hand.

Steve grabbed her hand and shook, giving her a smile. Her hand was so small in his, and he was careful not to squeeze too hard.

“I just go by Steve these days,” Steve said.

The president smiled at him before going to shake Bucky's hand.

“Sergeant Barnes,” she said with a smile.

Bucky nervously shook her hand, and the president let go before returning to her desk. She motioned for everyone to take a seat and Steve took the first seat, and the others followed his lead.

“So,” the president said. “This organisation – Viper – doesn’t like me in power, and wants to kill me, right? And you're going to be my bodyguards until the other Avengers take down the organisation?”

She said it calmly enough to shock some of the Avengers, but they all nodded, confirming the information. The president shuffled some papers around on her desk before finding the right ones and pushing them across the desk. Steve watched her every movement closely, seemingly entranced by everything she said and did.

“Agent Smith can show you everything,” the president said, gesturing to one of her guards.

The guard looked slightly nervous, but that could be expected if you were showing your security plans to the Avengers. But as the bodyguard got closer to the president, Steve was sure it was something else. A quick glance at Natasha was enough to have the widow attacking the guard, planting his face into the desk and holding his arms behind his back.

“What is the meaning of this?” the president demanded, jumping back from the desk.

“You were paid by Viper to kill the president,” Wanda said, her eyes glowing red.

“I wasn’t going to, I wasn’t going to, I swear!” the guard cried.

The president watched everything unfold with disbelief written on her face. The other bodyguards looked at the one Natasha had in a hold in shock.

“It wasn’t just me!” the guard cried. “It was Williams too!”

Steve acted within a split second. He leapt over the desk and pulled the president down as Williams pulled out his gun and shot at her. The bullet pinged over their heads, and glass shattered. Steve protected the president from the rain of glass, and there was a grunt as one of the other Avengers took care of Williams.

Steve looked down at the president who was on the floor, looking slightly dazed.

“Apologies, Madam President,” Steve said sheepishly, helping her stand up.

“No, thank you,” she said, straightening herself. “And you can call me Y/n. All of you can.”

“We’re going to need to interrogate every member of your personal guard,” Natasha said.

Y/n nodded, waving her hand in a gesture that said ‘go ahead’. She then rubbed her temples and sighed.

“Well, this is definitely what one would call an eventful day at work.”

Quite a few hours later, Steve, Wanda, Bucky, and Clint were in a very lavish hotel close to the White House. They had made sure that all of their beds were in the same room, just in case someone decided to come in and assassinate one of them. Natasha and Sam were with the president, making sure that she was safe.

Wanda was watching sitcoms with Bucky and Clint, while Steve sat out, still thinking about the president. Thinking about the way she walked, the way she talked, the way she held herself. Just everything about her seemed to call to Steve.

“What’re you thinking about?” Bucky asked.

Steve only then realised that the tv had been paused, and the other three were looking at him curiously.

“The president,” Steve said, trying to sound professional.

“Really?” Clint asked. “C’mon, we get a little bit of a break, man!”

“He’s not thinking about her like that,” Wanda said with a small grin.

The other two looked at her in confusion before realisation dawned on their faces. They both looked at Steve with appreciative grins, and Steve just glared at Wanda.

“Sorry,” the witch said, not sounding very apologetic at all.

“Steve and the president,” Bucky said. “Y’know, I remember telling you once that you should aim high. Guess it stuck.”

Steve rolled his eyes and groaned.

“I just think she’s pretty,” Steve mumbled.

“And kind, and respectable, and-”

“Wanda,” Steve warned.

The girl just grinned again before pressing play and continuing watching her sitcom. Everyone’s phones vibrated, and everyone checked the message quickly, only to realise it came through the Avengers group chat.

Tony: Heard it was an eventful day today

That was Tony’s way of asking if everyone was okay. He would never out-right ask the question, but he’d get the conversation started.

“Dibs not responding,” Wanda said, leaning back on the couch, her eyes on the tv.

Steve saw that Clint was already texting, so he decided to let Clint reply.

Clint: President nearly got shot, but Steve saved her

Clint: Also two of her guards were paid by Viper to kill her

Tony: She’s got it rough

Natasha: Oh yeah, and Steve definitely has a crush on her

Steve was horrified for two reasons. Reason number one: Natasha was supposed to be looking after the president, and she was on her phone. Reason number two: Natasha had just exposed him to all of his friends.

Steve: Aren’t you supposed to be looking after the president??

Tony: Not denying it?

Tony: Honestly, I see it

Tony: The old Cap with the president. Very patriotic

Natasha: I see it too

Natasha: And Steve I am taking care of her. We’re in the same room right now. Sam won’t touch his phone, and we’ve scouted the area. I think she’ll be okay for the five seconds it takes to speech-to-text this message

Natasha: Just kidding, it’s not speech-to-text

Steve decided to just turn his phone off rather than endure everyone’s teasing. The three people in the room were already grinning and giggling, and Steve rolled his eyes before using the tired excuse.

A few weeks later, Steve and Bucky took the morning shift of taking care of the president. The Avengers had stayed the past few weeks in Washington. The president was very nice, and the Avengers had grown fond of her.

Steve and Bucky arrived at the White house to see her already in her office. As soon as the two super soldiers arrived, they took guard at the door to the president’s office.

“You guys can sit down, you know,” Y/n said. “Standing up all day can’t be comfortable, and I’m sure it’s tiring.”

Steve and Bucky glanced at each other before cautiously sitting down on couches opposite each other. Bucky kept an eye on the door, and Steve kept an eye on the president. She worked away on her laptop, occasionally looking at the papers on her desk. She looked at her watch a few times, and at ten thirty, a representative walked through the doors.

Natasha had already sent the group the president’s schedule for the week, so it wasn’t a surprise for the two soldiers. The representative on the other hand, looked shocked to see two war heroes in the president’s office.

“You - you didn’t tell me that they would be here,” the representative said nervously.

“Does it matter?” Y/n asked cautiously.

The representative hesitated before shaking his head quickly.

“No, no. Of - of course not,” he got out.

Steve and Bucky looked at each other. The man seemed suspicious. The two soldiers stood up and the representative took a few steps back.

“Badge,” Bucky said, holding a hand out.

The representative blinked.

“I - why do I need to prove my identity?” he inquired, gaining some amount of confidence. “I’ve been coming in for the past two months.”

“A representative has been, yes,” Bucky said, “but not you.”

Bucky punched the man in the face, and the digital mask slipped off to reveal someone who was most definitely an intruder. There was a loud boom and the building shook. Steve rushed over to the president as debris rained down.

“Ma’am, we have to get out of here,” Steve said.

“I-”

The president was cut off as gunfire tore through the room, and several agents entered the office. Steve pushed her behind the desk and quickly followed. He peeked up and threw the shield, knocking out three guys before it came rushing back. Gunfire sounded from beside him, and he looked over to see Y/n holding two handguns and shooting into the fray. After Steve’s initial shock he jumped back into action, taking down the rest of the agents. The doors burst open again and Steve readied for another attack, but it was just the rest of the Avengers in Washington.

“We found Viper,” Natasha said. “We got most of them, but a few got a away.”

“Yeah, we got ‘em,” Bucky said, rolling his shoulders.

“So… that’s it?” Y/n asked, putting her guns aside. “That’s the end of viper?”

“Yes ma’am,” Natasha said with a nod.

Steve expected the president to be happy that the threat against her life was over, but she gave the Avengers a bittersweet smile.

“Well, I hope to see you all again,” she said sadly.

“We’ll keep in touch,” Steve said quickly.

Y/n smiled at him brightly. After a few more words the Avengers left, and eventually they were on the quinjet, heading back to New York. A message pinged on Steve’s phone, and he looked at the screen.

Madam President: I hope you meant it when you said you’d keep in touch.

Steve had to fight a smile as he typed his response.

Steve: I definitely did mean it, ma’am

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request: “hi bee!! idk if youre taking requests, but if you are, can we get something w old man!dewey and a younger reader? like, reader is of age, but dewey still feels guilty abt the age gap and stuff? or maybe a insecure and amazed that theyd go for an old man like him? idk. hope youre well bb!! <3” — @enbyelf

word count: 586

warnings: age gap, kinda angsty

a/n: im so sorry that this took so long to post :( i mentioned this previously but there was a death in my family so i took some time off from writing.

dewey let out a long sigh as he looked up at you from the couch. you were returning from a night out with your friends and were just so happy. you were always so happy and lively and it made him feel so shitty because yeah, he was happy with you. he felt more alive than ever when he spent time with you. but he couldn’t always do the things you did. he couldn’t party like you or jump around in excitement. and some of it wasn’t exactly his fault but still. it ate him up inside. and seeing you tonight after having fun just made him feel insecure in a way he hadn’t been in a long time. it just made him think why would they go for someone like me?

he thought he could hide it, push that feeling deep down until it disappeared but when you turned to look at him after dropping your keys on the coffee table — you knew something was wrong. you could always tell when something was wrong with him almost since the day you met him because, well, he wasn’t the best at hiding his emotions. you sat next to him, gently poking the side of his arm with a small smile on your face.

“hey… what’s wrong?” you asked him, dewey smiled back at you but you could still tell there was something bothering him.

“nothing, nothing. it’s fine.” dewey kisses your temple and puts his hand on your knee, giving it a light squeeze. the simple things like this made you putty in his hands.

”i know that isn’t true. baby, you can tell me anything. you know that.” you reached out to put your hand on top of his but dewey stood up before you could do so. he sighed and rubbed his hands over his face, feeling a little defeated.

“can you be honest with me?” dewey asked in a soft voice, at the end his voice cracked slightly.

“of course. always.” you stood up and grabbed his larger hands in yours. he stared at your face for a few moments, trying to figure out the words to say. dewey felt like he was in his 20’s all over again, trying to figure out his relationship with gale.

”are you sure you want to be with me?” he asked, his face was full of worry. he never once questioned his own love for you but did he ever question yours for him? a couple times, yes. he never dared bring it up though.

“what?“ you looked at him, almost dumbfounded. dewey began to repeat his question but you cut him off, “no… i know what you said. i just didn’t expect it.”

“i’m sorry. we can just forget i asked.“ he kissed your hands with a small smile on your face but you shook your head.

“dews— stop. i do wanna be with you.”

“why?”

”because i love you. you’re the only person i ever wanna be with again.“ you moved a hand up to his face, cupping his stubbled cheek. “i don’t care about what people think about us. i only care about you. nobody else has ever made me feel the way you do.”

slowly, you pulled him into a gentle kiss. he melted into it immediately, leaning into you as you kissed. when pulling away, dewey let out a soft sigh and turned his head to kiss the inside of your hand. “i love you.” he whispered into your palm.

#dewey riley #dewey #dewey scream #scream #scream 1996 #scream franchise #scream 5 #scream 2022 #dewey riley x reader #dewey x reader #david arquette #scream movie #scream x reader

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Caricature

Corpse Husband x Reader (Female)

Warnings: Swearing

Genre: FLUFF, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Corpse receives a painting as a late gift for his birthday from his YouTube acquaintances. It’s safe to say the pleasant surprise made his whole week.

Requested by Anon. Hi hun! Thank you so much for your adorable request! I’m so terribly sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post it but I still hope you come across it and read it even after all this time. If so, I hope you enjoy it! Love, Vy ❤

Y/N/N- Your nickname

“Ok, so I know a minute’s long passed since the birthday party I had but...“ In the camera frame that’s only capturing Corpse’s lower body appears a neatly and beautifully even wrapped rectangular gift. “Would you look at that? It came with a card signed by someone named Y/N/N and they said it was a birthday gift for me. Now...“ Corpse turns the large gift around as much as he can with the badly positioned grasp he has on it, “I don’t know anyone named Y/N/N and I wasn’t expecting any gifts even on my birthday let alone afterwards but here we are. While it could potentially be a deadly object like a bomb or a very well disguised serial killer, I made the obviously smart decision of brining it inside my home. It’s been sitting in my living room for hours now and it hasn’t exploded yet so I take that as a positive sign.“

In frame comes a small butter knife now too, held in Corpse’s hand. He motions towards the gift with it, “In case it really is a threat, at least I’ll get it on camera.” He laughs before carefully cutting the silver ribbon, leaving only the black wrapping paper separating him from the gift itself. He makes an incision directly in the front so the viewers can see the inside before he can. Tearing the wrapping paper he sees the back of what appears to be a canvas.

“Holy shit, no way.“ He mutters under his breath as he throws aside the torn paper and turns the canvas around so the painting is facing him, “No fucking way. Damn, God fucking damn. You guys saw it, right? This is fucking real and it’s fucking me!“ Hem momentarily gets distracted by a note that falls from the canvas’ back which he somehow didn’t notice previously. He picks the piece of paper up from the floor and reads the sender’s name out loud before opening it: “Paint Panther ~ little something to show my appreciation for one of the if not the greatest impostor in the history of Among Us. I promise I’m no stalker - you gave me your address yourself so I can send you a copy of the Amigops fanart I made two months back lol. Anyways, happy late birthday, Corpse, hope you like the gift. Sincerely, Y/N - Y/N/N - L/N.“

Suddenly it all clicks in his brain, reminding him of the beautiful piece of Amigops art that’s sitting in his room. “Holy shit, Y/N, your art just keeps getting better damn! I can’t thank you enough for this, it has to be the best gift I’ve ever received in my entire life. I mean, I look like a caricature next to your painting it’s so incredible. If looked at least half as good as you’ve drawn me, I’d be perfectly pleased. Keep doing what you’re doing and stay awesome, Y/N/N. You’re a straight up badass at what you do. Everyone watching, I encourage you to go on her channel and support her and her art. She really deserves it. I’ll leave all her social media links in the description, make sure to go check her out. I promise you, you’ll be mesmerized.“

Little does Corpse know, he just made Y/N’s day, none-the-wiser of the fact she is one of the thousands of viewers of the Instagram live.

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uweiy · 3 years

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I'm intrigued by Love is Science? but know nothing about it. Can you give me a run down on what kind of thing to expect and who it might appeal to? Thank you!! 😁

Ooooo boi *gremlin smile* I'm glad you asked. You've entered the dragon's den, broken the dam and thus this post turned out to be a monster so I'm gonna link here another post from @accidentallyadramablog which imo gives a nice (and short) overview.

That said let's get into

Love is Science?

Summary :

Yan Fei is a the CEO of the Love is Science marriage agency, that matches people based on scientific data. Hsuan Yu, 8 years younger than her, is a promising young hairstylist who has been in love with her thoughout their entire childhood when she has only ever seen him like a little brother.

Unexpectedly they meet again. Between the way they've each built their lives and how Yong Yan Fei's ex husband still looms over Yan Fei's life, how will their relationship develop this time around ?

Now,

just reading that summary I know what you're thinking.

Indeed, if you have some experience with dramas, you might recognize some TYPICAL TYPICAL tropes – let's get them out of the way :

love triangle (though we all know who she is going to end up with don't we)

childhood friends

'noona romance'

And they are every bit as present and as trope-ey as you would expect.

However, as they say, the devil is in the details.

And particularly, in the side characters. Let me give you a quick rundown of the lot of them :

As such, we follow the stories of multiple relationships that develop parallel to one another.

The relationships

• Yan Fei/ Hsuan Yu : Not much needs to be added I think. Their storyline might be the most predictable but they are pretty sweet and heartwarming. pining for like 12 years though poor Hsuan Yu. Anyway you can enjoy it or find it boring or but you can't hate it.

• Mark/Ouwen : Noooow we're getting to it. Their dynamic is so... Refreshing and unique. Confident gay with a soft heart and dumb disaster bisexual I mean *chef kiss*👌delicious

After the disasters of their first meetings, it's a cat and dog relationship where Ouwen is the hsssssss don't touch me– cat and Mark is the golden retriever trailing after him not really realizing the rampage he's creating in Ouwen's heart. while Ouwen is like "Remind me why the FUCK I caught feelings again ?".

IDK it just has everything 'Enemies' to friends to lovers, (not actually) unrequited love, pining, sweet moments, jealousy, feelings realization, snarky banter... What more could one want.

• Cho Nai Hui / You Fu : they are. So. So sweet. Both are older and have experience, and as such they are not so naive or stupid as the youngsters. Them sharing their life experiences and going on dates like typically teenagers (in movies or TV shows anyway) would is refreshing to see and really really heartwarming.

• Liu Sheng Ying/ ??? Her ex ? : The show hinted at a wlw storyline and this arc seems to have JUST begun. Basically Sheng Ying's ex comes to Love is Science as a client and requests Sheng Ying as an advisor, while Sheng Ying still seems heartbroken over her. I can't WAIT to see how it develops.

The friendships :

Something I greatly appreciate is that both the romantic relationships AND the friendships have a great importance in the drama.

• Joanna and Yan Fei : Jo, queen Jo 👑. She's just here to gossip, get all the gossip and be the voice of reason and we love her for it. You can see how comfortable they are around each other and how they were there for each other during tough times and still are. Kudos to the actresses because I believed the characters were besties in a heartbeat.

• Hsuan Yu and Mark : they are honestly... Such polar opposites you kinda wonder how they became friends but they are and it works perfectly.

Hsuan Yu still hasn't gotten he maybe shouldn't take Mark's advice, and Mark still hasn't gotten that he, definitely should take Hsuan Yu's. It also enables to develop a more playful and mischievous side to Hsuan Yu, giving him more depth?

• Ouwen and Sheng Ying: rivalry to reluctant solidarity to friends-but-i-will-deny-it-if-asked to just friends. IT'S GREAT

I also ejoy the fact that these multiple storylines are allowed to coexist. The romantic ones, the friendships, older, younger, m/f m/m and f/f like take your pick !! And tbh a WLW storyline ?????? These are so scarce I will take anything.

The recurring themes :

The show more or less subtly touches on some topics/issues, to which the dating aspect contributes to.

A non exhaustive list would be

Divorce, and how divorced women can be viewed as failures for some reason

How successful men over 30 are sought after but successful women after 30 are somehow deemed undatable

Preconceived notions and homophobia

And beyond the topics, there's just things like... Joanna not being interested in long term relationships nor wanting to get married, reporting sexual harassment, older people going on dates.... I'm not saying it's a groundbreaking activist drama –which is not really what I was looking for– I just appreciate the fact that it is a pretty mainstream drama and that these things are there.

Mad respect if you've made it up to here ! but we're not quite done yet.

The cast and crew :

The other element that made this drama stand out for me besides the side characters is the cast.

It might be weird that such a meta thing impacts the appreciation of the show but it did, for me at least.

📣📣TMI WARNING 📣📣

For me what happened is I stumbled onto Mark and Ouwen cuts on YouTube, then somehow onto the behind the scenes. They weren't subbed at the time so I could barely understand a word of what they were saying, thus I'm not sure what but something about how the rest of the actors, the director and the crew were interacting just told me it was a show worth watching or at least checking out.

📣📣END OF TMI📣📣

The cast honestly seems to have a blast and to have, how to say it, come together really well. It seems like most of them have become genuinely friends, or despite differences in personality have truly enjoyed working with one another and with the rest of the crew, and it shows.

Where it's lacking

In my opinion the show does have some aspects where it underperforms.

As previously mentioned, the main plot is kinda tropey, furthermore, in a drama typical fashion when something is about to get resolved, immediately something else happens. Nothing unexpected from a drama though.

The pacing : Some moments of the main plot especially dragged on, so I admit I skipped through some parts.

Because I feel so strongly about all the characters though, I don't really mind the previously mentioned points. I just think it's a shame because I feel like if it had been crafted a little bit better it could have made the show go from an 8/10 good drama to an 11/10 friggin amazing drama easy.

Lastly, there is a pretty unequal time distribution so Yan Fei and Hsuan Yu do tend to occupy the most part of an episode. However some episodes are more centered on some pairings (like ep 11 that will probably have an important Mark/Ouwen part).

Overall

it's a drama that warms my heart, as simple as that. It's not that deep, it's pretty funny, the acting ranges from good to excellent and I have taken a liking to a lot of the characters, which is what I think fuels my interest for the drama.

And I feel like it managed to attract a wide range of audiences because the romances and relationships are so diverse. Whether you watch the show for its entirety or for one aspect/storyline/character is entirely up to you and I feel like the creators of the drama are aware of it as well : and you can easily find subbed compilations about each specific pairing on Settv's official YouTube channel.

Take that aspect that you like–if you find one of course–and enjoy it, that is all ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

What's left to say besides.... 🎉🎊 Congratulations for making it to the end of this lengthy post !

#I add a tmi warning in the middle as if this entire post wasn't one lengthy tmi lol #long post #love is science?#戀愛是科學 #lian ai shi ke xue #tw drama #taiwan drama #taiwanese drama #honestly thank you for this opportunity to talk about it #it made me happy heh heh heh #oh and if anyone else of the 15 people who like the show want to add stuff share your thoughts or highjack this post go ahead #lis?

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cazimagines · 3 years

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Born to be wild - Chapter 1

Synopsis: Joining F1 as one of the first female drivers you knew was going to be a challenge but you weren't prepared to deal with one particular asshole on the tracks. With the urge to win so strong within each racer, will romance pave the way? Or will it destroy everything?

Word count: 2.6k

Author’s note: And away we go! First chapter lads. This is a long series so a lot of building up to do so stick around. Idk how frequent updates will be but I will try to make them quite frequent

Warnings: Reference to misogyny, swearing

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You were here.

Finally, after years of preparation, years of people, men, telling you that you couldn’t do it. That racing was a man’s sport, that a woman could never have the same skills, drive and determination that men had when it came to racing. That you just couldn’t do it. Now you stood here, feet on the warm cement, eyes glimmering with excitement as you looked over the F1 banner, ready to enter the garage for the first time, ready for qualifying for tomorrows race.

The first female F1 driver.

Ever since you were a little girl you had the need for speed. You created your own go-carts out of spare bits and bobs your father had from his garage. You raced the other neighbour’s kids down the street to see who would win and be crowned the coolest kid around. The way the wind flew through your hair, the feeling of it rushing past your face, seeing everything move slowly and fastly at once, it was intoxicating for you. When you first found out about Formula 1, it was still in its early days and people often would take the mick out of it, your parents included but you badgered them constantly to take you to a race, and finally, after years of begging they gave in and took you to see it seeing how your heart was set upon it.

After watching the race you had instantly turned around to them and told them that was what you wanted to do. You wanted to be an F1 racer. They tried to persuade you to seek a different job, a respectable one for a lady such as a secretary. They even suggested that you could be a secretary for an F1 team, but that wasn’t what you wanted and you would never feel that satisfaction in life if you weren’t within that seat, if you hand wasn’t on that wheel, if you weren’t crossing that finishing line.

It had been a rough start. No one wanted to hier you as they thought you would be nowhere near as successful as a man could be. Time and time again you were trying to apply for test outs and met with rejections at every corner to the point where you even considered just throwing your hat in. Would you be spending your whole life just trying to get in but being denied all the time just because you were born a woman. But when you were at your lowest you were met with a shining light. One team wanted to try you out. They made no promises but they were willing to give you a try, and that was all it took.

Once you were out on the tracks you could show off your skill, your ability to make quick decisions, how you were able to work the car to how you wanted it and no one could deny after that, you were a dam fine driver. You were taken on and started racing in small F3 races, in the hopes that a bigger company might spot you and choose to get you into F1, and after a few years of waiting, it happened. You were signed on.

A lot of other people from F3 were in an uproar about it, claiming you did all sorts of things to get in, claiming it was only for diversity but at this point, you didn’t care. Everything you had ever wanted was coming true. Your whole dream was becoming a reality and now there was only one last step for you. To win the championship.

You had been signed on to the F1 team, ‘Tyrrell-Ford’ and previously a week ago you had met your new teammate, Patrick Depailler. You had been worried about how his reaction might have been to you, fearing the man might have felt offended merely by your presence but he had been exceedingly nice to you and quickly your fears disappeared into excitement for getting to work with him.

You could see him now, coming out of your shared garage, holding up his hand in greeting and smiling politely at you. He wore a blue boiler suit, similar to yours, he had a white turtle neck under which just about poked out of his suit. His hair was cut short and stuck to his head in sweat from the warmth of the day but still, you could see the slight curls within the hair. He had a more prominent jawline than some men but his most distinctive feature upon his face was his large nose. You strolled over meeting him halfway and his grin grew as he placed a firm hand upon your shoulder, shaking you slightly.

“You’re first time on the grounds here in Brazill huh? How you feel?” he asked, his french accent heavily accentuated as his hand, tightly grasping your shoulder makes you walk beside him as he leads you to the main area.

“Amazing, I feel so excited being able to be here and I just can’t wait to get in the car and get out on the course!” you eagerly told him, bouncing on your heels, making him chuckle.

“I still feel the same way after all these years. I haven’t been able to stand still yet. But all in due time. I think it’s time you meet the rest of the racers”

Your fist naturally clenches as sudden nerves light up within you, but you swallow trying to push them down. You were used to meeting new people and you had every right as they had to be there. There is nothing to worry about.

“How do you think, they will… you know”

His face turns to yours again and offers a sympathetic smile, knowing the struggles you’ve likely gone through already to be there. “Most of them? Won’t give two shits. All they will care about is if you can drive well. They are men though, especially one of them I’d advise keeping an eye on. He’s gained quite the reputation around other women” he begins to explain but cuts himself off as he chuckles. “There is, of course, the rat, but he’s an asshole to everyone so you need not worry about him”

“I assume the first one you are talking about is James Hunt, and the rat would be Niki Lauda,” you say, thinking back to all the research you had been doing on the racers who you would be joining on the tracks.

“Ah so you’ve done you’re research, smart girl. Yes, you’d be right, but the news doesn’t truly show you what it’s like to know these men. They’re likely not what you expect”

He then pauses again and huffs in a burst of slight laughter, “Or maybe they are exactly what you expect”

You both turn a corner and instantly you felt eyes gaze upon you as you reach the section where all the drivers were preparing to start the qualifying. Patrick still kept a firm hand upon your shoulder as he guided you around, introducing you to all the other racers. Some of them like Patrick were nice and wished you well for tomorrow, some of them were standoffish, hardly saying any words to you as they looked at you in distain, and then Patrick leads you over to the man who currently had his legs spread out on his seat and was flashing you one of his well-known grins as his shaggy blonde hair falls down over his face. His jawline was incredible and made you feel like you could cut yourself on how sharp it was. He was seen as Britain’s heartthrob and everywhere he went he had women drooling over him, and looking at him in person for the first time you could understand why.

“James Hunt, he needs no introduction,” Patrick says, motioning his hand to James and instantly he was off his seat and extending his hand for you to shake.

“I’ve always said we need more girls around and in the cars, I’m glad they are starting to listen,” he says shaking your hand firmly.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you” you reply back, still almost in a daze, you were standing before the James Hunt.

“The pleasure is all mine love. I’m looking forward to getting to know you on the track” and then he pauses, and winks at you, “And off the track. I assume you’ll be attending all the parties. They are the best aren’t they Patrick”

“They are known to become quite a ruckus”

“But that’s all the fun! You’ll love them, you look like the kind of girl that would enjoy a party like that, uh?”

You almost mentally slapped yourself in realising you hadn’t even told him your own name yet, “Y/n, y/n, l/n”

“And that, is a beautiful name, like one of those greek goddesses”

You scoff though your lips twitch up into a smile. You cross your arms as you slowly start to grow used to what James is like, “And how many times do you repeat that to all the women you try to woe?”

James’s eyebrows furrow and he puts on a fake frown at your words, “I have you know, I have never said that to another woman before”

“Do you even know the names of the Greek goddesses?” Partick asks and James was quick to reply with “That is beside the point”

It causes the three of you to laugh though. Like you had seen in all the newspapers James was a flirt, a playboy, but he seemed like someone you could get along with, share a few jokes with and that you were looking forward to.

“You’d think with the amount of laugher here this wasn’t a place where people risk their lives and die”

James tilts his head back and lets out a groan of fake annoyance as he then turns around and you can see the man standing behind James, hand on hip looking extremely pissed off. His hair was a lot curlier than Patrick, and a lot thicker. It was chestnut brown with complimented his hazelnut eyes. His hair was all messy though, scattered across his forehead, the roots starting to become soken with sweat. While he didn’t have the cutting jawline that James possessed which drew women wild, his cheeks bones were more pronounced likely due to the most distinctive feature which was his overbite. His lips covered most of it but still, you could see his two front teeth slightly, which had earned him the nickname, the rat.

“Well, well if it isn’t the rat” James states, sucking his lip onto his top teeth to imitate Niki’s overbite in an attempt to make you laugh.

“Do I have to tell you every time, I don’t mind being called a rat. Rats are smart-”

It seemed as if Niki was going to continue talking but James cut him off again, leaving Niki to suck his cheeks in, in annoyance.

“Why are you here Niki, can’t you bugger off somewhere else”

“I came to see what was causing a buzz in everyone. I don’t understand the excitement”

James steps aside so Niki could see you clearly and Patrick finally takes his hand off your shoulder to introduce you to him.

“Niki, this is y/n, she’s Tyrell-Ford’s new racer”

Niki scoffs, his eyes looking you up and down in distain. “Everyone knows Tyrell is crap”

Patrick’s kind smile falters, a usual grimace that usually appears when talking to Niki arrives on his face instead. “Yes thank you for your opinion, Niki, we all really needed to hear it”

“You’re welcome. Still, I don’t see what all the fuss is. When other drivers join you couldn’t give two craps James, only when you have the chance of getting your dick wet are you suddenly alert”

James’ fists clenched as his face reddens and he takes a stride towards Niki, ready to go for a blow till Patrick steps between them trying to calm down the situation. “He’s only trying to aggravate you to throw you off your game before qualifying James”

“He’s a cunt, and needs a punch right in that ugly face of his” James seethes, taking one last glance between you, Patrick and Niki then storming off to try and cool down. You on the other hand were glaring daggers into Niki, also angered by his rude remarks about you. Niki feels your gaze and his face turns to you again, matching your heated eyes with his ice-cold ones and he refused to break eye contact first.

“When they say you are an asshole, they really mean it huh” you finally spit out.

“I only say what is true, if that makes me an asshole then so be it.”

“I trust that means you don’t have many friends”

Niki tilts his head as he continues to observe you, “Why would I need friends? I’m happy as I am”

You could feel your irritation for him grow stronger and you open your mouth to continue arguing with Niki when another driver jogs up to him, placing his hand upon his shoulder, “Niki, the boss wants to talk to you”

Niki frowned, in confusion and annoyance but shoved his hands in his pockets, mumbling under his breath about how he had seen the boss only half an hour ago. He took a few steps away before pausing and throwing you another look over his shoulder, his lips still cast in a frown “Good luck for tomorrow. You will need it”

You sucked on your bottom lip, trying to not shout back at him and give him the satisfaction of an answer. When he was a safe distance however you muttered under your breath “What a dick”

“I’m sorry about that y/n, but he’s like that with everyone, it’s best to ignore it,” Patrick tells you, shooting you an apologetic glance before turning to the other man. “What did the boss want with Niki?”

“Oh nothing, I just said that so he would go away”

The man cracked a smile and held his hand out to you for you to shake, “I’m Clay Regazzoni, Niki’s teammate”

The swiss man had tanned skin, a bushy moustache and long dark hair but his features were kind and certainly appeared a lot friendlier than his teammate.

“Niki’s teammate? I don’t know how you cope with that” you say shaking his hand back.

He grins at your statement, clicking his mouth as if thinking, “Alcohol, a lot of alcohol”

And with the removal of Niki’s presence, the laughter was brought back to the atmosphere.

“But really, Niki, he says what’s on his mind, and usually all shit and not worth listening to, but he’s an okay guy when you get to know him, you just have to put up with his bad days” Clay finally says as the three of you are able to control your laughter again.

“Which are most days” Patrick finishes.

Clay took a glance over to the direction where Niki had gone five minutes ago and with a nod of his head bit the two of your farewell, claiming he should leave before Niki gets back demanding to know why he had lied to him. Now you had met all the drivers, Patrick leads you back over to your shared garage, and with an excited smile, he lifted up the gate for you to be able to take a look at your new car. It was dark blue with your number and name pressed onto the side surrounded by a few sponsorship brands. Your heart nearly skipped a beat as your eyes widened in excitement.

“Are you ready?” he asks.

You smile, your eyes never leaving the car, “I was born ready”

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sunaswife · 4 years

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A Suna Rintarou Series

Summary: Suna was the best boyfriend you could ask for, after fighting with your inner demons that screamed you were ugly, worthless, and annoying. You finally decided to go the next step with your boyfriend, only to find out it was all a game.

A/N: Part 7!! I just want to let y’all know that everytime I update I post two small chapters in one. Usually one being Y/N’s side and the other being Suna’s side. Sometimes I’ll add atsumu like my last update but idk. Just be sure to read every chapter because they may seem small but they’re lowkey kind of important as I don’t want you missing out. One post has like 76 likes and the one after it has 150 so I just wanna make sure that you know I post twice in one day! I don’t do this to get noticed or because I want more likes but I want you to read all of my shitty work rather than some of it ya know...? Anyways! On to the story!

Warnings: underaged drinking, smut, guys talking badly about women, heartbreak, messed up shit that you shouldn’t do and a bit of fluff if you squint

Disc four-slide one: Kageyama Y/N🤍

“My my, do my eyes deceive me? The volleyball club finally has a manager~”

This girl out of nowhere stood in front of you, you both were around the same height. She was wearing an Inarizaki cheerleader uniform and she was too close to comfort. You took a step back confused as to why she was inspecting you like a detective at a crime scene.

“Can I help you...?” You asked and fixed the strap of the first aid kit over your shoulder. “I heard Inarizaki’s number ten finally has a girfriend and I thought it was too good to be true. He told me he wasn’t interested in being in a relationship so i thought he was gay at first until he showed me just how straight he was at a party a few months back.” She said with a menacing chuckle.

Show how straight he is..?

You knew exactly what she was trying to do and for some reason that sweet and humble persona you usually had completely shattered when you opened your mouth. “I’m pretty shocked he even asked me out on a date. I wasn’t expecting him to go out of his way to make my favorite food and have a picnic in the woods.” You replied with a shrug. Her eye twitched and you knew you struck a nerve.

“If only you knew—“

“Look I don’t want animosity alright? Whatever you and Suna had is in the past. You can try to piss me off and make me jealous all you want but at the end of the day he comes back to me.” You said simply and shrugged, you didn’t want to hear whatever else she was going to say. For your sanity and for her fake eyelashes to stay glued on her face.

“Why you little—“ “Y/N-Chan! Jamie!” Atsumu saw you both from down the hall. “How are my two lovely ladies.” He jogged over and smiled. You and Jamie glared at eachother and you both turned and walked away leaving the blonde twin standing there confused.

After joining the rest of the team you sighed and rubbed the back of your neck. Even though this Jamie chick was uttering stupid shit it still struck a nerve. What kind of relationship did she and Suna have before you came in the picture? Obviously it was sexual...but did he smile and keep her warm like how he does for you.

Did he text her at 3 am because he was bored and wanted someone to play Minecraft with him? Did he cuddle with her and take naps under the baby blue sky and laugh at the funny shaped clouds?

“Princess...is something wrong..?” Suna asked and all of a sudden appeared in front of you. You fiddled with the zipper of your volleyball track jacket and didn’t look up. “Babe, what’s wrong? Look at me.” He said and you saw his hand near you. He lifted your chin to face him and you almost melted when you finally made eye contact. His grayish-yellow fox like eyes put you in a trance and you couldn’t look away.

“Is something the matter?” He asked and tilted his head. You sighed and your cheeks puffed, he could help but mentally gush at how cute you looked when frustrated. But it seemed like you weren’t frustrated with anyone but yourself.

“So I met, Jamie.” You started and his eyes widened.

Bingo

Something did happened between them...

You hugged yourself and looked away, this was a habit when you were nervous or self conscious. “She’s really pretty....and skinny and her makeup is flawless and—“

“She told you we had sex right?” He said straight up and your eyes widened at his vulgar way of saying it.

You nodded and said “I know it’s in the past but she shouldn’t have rubbed it in or whatever. And I don’t know....it just bothers me a bit. I don’t know how to react...this is my first relationship after all.” You rubbed your arms. He put his hands on your shoulders to make sure you were focusing on him, even though you refused to look back at him.

“I’ll be honest with you, nothing special was or is going on between us. I just made a stupid decision of sleeping with her once and she never lets it go. I don’t see her that way and eventually she’ll move on because she does that with every athlete that catches her eye.” He assured but you were still pretty bothered. She just gives you bad vibes. “I’m just insecure I guess.” You admitted sadly.

Jamie is gorgeous, she’s the definition of a goddess, at least appearance wise. Her beautiful olive skin and blue eyes, her bleached blonde hair suits her well and her makeup looks better than James Charles. When does she find the time to do it? “You shouldn’t feel insecure. she’s alright I guess, but you’re beautiful. You’re you, and that’s what I like about you.” He said softly.

You looked back up and into his eyes to see if he was lying but his breath hitched when he saw your eyes get watery. “All I ask is for you to not break my heart. Can you do that?” Your voice cracked slightly and he nodded.

“I promise.”

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shinsouskitten · 4 years

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bakugou , deku , todoroki , dabi reactions to a conversation ur having with a friend talking about how much you like / admire them ,,, idk that makes any sense but feel free to change anything !! ly♥️

To the anon that sent in the spam ily! I won’t be doing them in the order you sent them, sorry if that’s an issue, but I just felt like writing some of them sooner than others

Yo this is such a cute idea tho 🥺 I usually just put in a cut for nsfw stuff, but I decided to for this post cause it was getting a little long (like Dabi... I’m not sorry)

I legit can’t remember writing half of this. I loaded up my document the next day and apparently I’d written half of this at 3am with no memory of it. Not the first time that’s happened, but it’s always fun

For Bakugou, Deku, and Todoroki, the reader is in 1A with them. For Dabi, the reader is an associate of the League if that makes sense? I hope this is okay!

Warnings: Dabi’s got a tad suggestive, but other than that I don’t think so?

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💥 Katsuki Bakugou:

You sat on your bed, legs crossed beneath you as you stared at your computer on your bed, unbeknownst to the two boys walking past your dorm room. Your friend’s face shone into the room, illuminating the darkness with blue light.

“He’s just so cool!” Your voice echoed out into the hallway.

Bakugou froze. Who were you talking about? He had half a mind to barge in and find out immediately, but the rational part of him (however small it is) convinced him to stay where he was. He waved for Kirishima to keep walking, and the red haired boy sent a wink towards Bakugou as he disappeared down the hall.

Hesitantly, Bakugou leant against the wall just close enough to hear through the crack of the open door, but far away enough that he could make a quick getaway if it opened. He could see a slither of light through the crack, and without the sound of another voice realized you must have been on the phone.

“No I haven’t told him that.” He could hear the roll of your eyes as you spoke. “He doesn’t like me anyway. At least not like that.”

Now Bakugou was annoyed. Who didn’t like you? Whoever it was had better hope they weren’t paired with him next for training. He stepped closer, hand reaching for the door, until he heard you speak again.

“Of course he wouldn’t like me, f/n, I don’t really think I’m Bakugou’s type.”

His eyes widened as he heard his name, his hand freezing inches from the door handle.

“Like yeah, he’s a little aggressive and shouty sometimes, but I really like him. I tried to talk to Kiri about it, you know, cause they’re besties or whatever, but he just told me to talk to Bakugou myself.”

So… you liked him? Suffice to say he wasn’t sure how to react immediately. Bakugou wasn’t the best with feelings. Sure, he thought you were okay. He felt a strange protectiveness when you were around, but he had never really thought much of it. Not until he heard with his own two ears that you liked him. Did he like you? Is that what it was?

“Fine, I’ll talk to him tomorrow. You happy now?”

Tomorrow? That was too soon.

“No I won’t chicken out!”

You probably would.

“No, I'm not asking Kiri to film it! Isn’t my word enough?”

Not really.

“I said I’ll do it!”

Would you though?

“Okay that’s it, I’m talking to him tomorrow. Good night.”

As you ended the call, you placed your phone on your bed, walking to your door to pull it shut.

Bakugou held his breath as you gripped the door handle. If you saw him now that would ruin everything. As the door clicked shut he let out a sigh.

Fine, you were going to talk to him tomorrow? He’d be ready for you.

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A/n This is my first time writing for the broccoli boi so I hope it’s not too ooc

🥦 Izuku Mydoria (Deku):

He hadn’t meant to snoop. Really - he hadn’t. He had just been on a walk when he saw you chatting away with a friend he didn’t recognize. He wasn’t trying to follow you, but you were walking the same way he was. He didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, so he was simply waiting until you stopped, then he could say hi. It wasn’t weird, was it? It-

“I swear if you say one more thing about how cool you think he is I’m going to leave.” Your friend laughed, nudging you in the side with their elbow.

Deku stopped. Who did you think was cool? Must have been someone special to you if you were talking about them that much. He frowned. He’d had a crush on you since he first met you, but he had no idea what to do about it. He couldn’t flirt very well, and whenever you were around him he just froze. If you liked someone else, maybe it was time for him to give up.

“But he is!” You retorted with a pout. “Why can’t I talk about him?”

“You’d be better talking to him.” Your friend replied.

“He always runs away from me.” You frowned. “I don’t think he likes me.”

As your voice began to fade, Deku realized you were getting too far away to hear you properly. He stumbled to keep up with you, not caring if you noticed him anymore. He had to find out who you were talking about, even if you caught him for doing so. It would be worth it.

“Maybe he runs away because he likes you.” Your friend suggested.

You frowned. “What?”

They stopped, turning to face you. “Why do you like him?”

“I…” You sighed, closing your eyes as you thought. “I just do. He’s heroic you know, which seems silly to say when we’re all training to be heroes, but it’s still true. He’s sweet and kind, and the way he takes notes on everyone is really cute.”

Hold up... were you talking… about him? To his knowledge, no one else from his class actively took notes on the others, except for him. Unless it was someone outside of UA. But you’d never mentioned anyone before. So… could it be him?

Your friend smiled, throwing an arm over your shoulder and pulling you towards an arcade. The amount of people would make it impossible for Deku to keep following- uh I mean, just normally walking through town. For now he’d have to give up on finding out who you were talking about.

As he turned to leave, he saw your friend lift their head over their shoulder, and the two of them locked eyes. They sent him a wink, then continued to pull you through the crowd of people, where you disappeared from sight.

Maybe you were talking about him. His cheeks flushed pink, and he made a mental note to find your friend and ask them what the wink really meant. If he couldn’t talk to you, he’d find out another way.

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❄️🔥 Shōto Todoroki:

He was making his way to the common room for a glass of water. He didn’t expect anyone else to be awake in the dead of night, so when he saw you sitting on the sofa with your phone pressed against your ear he thought sometime must have been wrong. He was about to call out to you, but he stopped when he heard your voice.

“I’m not gonna ask him to tutor me, you idiot.”

Todoroki stopped. Should he tell you he was here? He didn’t want to interrupt your conversation, but he also didn’t want to make you feel anxious about him listening in. He frowned. A tutor? You weren’t exactly struggling in class, in fact you were one of the best, so why would you need a tutor?

“Why not? It’s an excuse to talk to him.” Your friend's voice replied, barely loud enough for Todoroki to hear.

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t wanna lie just to talk to him.”

“But you want to talk to him.”

“Well yeah, but… I don’t know. He’s just so… cool, no pun intended.” You let out a soft laugh. “He’s smart and amazing and powerful. Plus he’s also pretty cute.”

“Then tell him that.”

You sighed. “Maybe I should.” Your head fell back against the sofa, and Todoroki froze, worried that you might see him.

He didn’t want to seem like he was listening to your conversation, even if he technically was. It wasn’t his intention, it just kind of happened. He was curious though. Who were you talking about? clueless bby I love him

“Also, did you really just call me at 2am to talk about your giant crush on Todoroki?”

Wait… you had a crush? On him?

“Maybe.”

“Go to sleep, idiot.”

“I-” You stopped, pulling the phone from your ear to stare at the screen. “They hung up on me! Rude.”

You stood up with a stretch, turning to leave, when you saw Todoroki standing a few metres from you. Your eyes widened as you gripped your phone tightly.

“Oh, Todoroki.” You said, attempting to seem calm and praying that he hadn’t heard your conversation. “Have you been there long?”

He shook his head. He didn’t know what else to do. It technically wasn’t a lie, he couldn’t have been standing there for more than a few minutes.

“That’s good then.” You let out a sigh of relief. “I mean, not that anything was going on anyway. You know what? I’m just gonna go.”

You walked closer, heart pounding in your chest as you slipped past him in a hurried rush to get back to your dorm room and hide under your blankets for the foreseeable future.

After you had gone Todoroki still didn’t move. He turned around just in time to see your figure disappear into the darkness of the hallway, his bi colored eyes glued to the area you had previously been.

He’d have to figure it out tomorrow though, he was still thirsty in more ways than one. When he returned to his room, glass of water in hand, he took a seat on his bed, the image of your retreating form engraved in his mind. A small smile pushed its way onto his face. Maybe he did like you.

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A/n Why does it always end up sexy with Dabi? He’s either a full-fledged panty dropper or an awkward bitch who has no idea what the word ‘flirt’ is and I can never decide which one I prefer

💙🔥 Dabi:

You didn’t notice him as you walked in your room, phone held up to your cheek as you flopped back onto your bed. Your voice filled the small space, laughter light and gleeful as you spoke with your friend.

Dabi smirked. This was going to be fun. He had the perfect opportunity to scare you, hidden in the dark corner of your room, but he halted when he heard your next words.

“It’s not a crush, f/n.” You rolled your eyes. “Dabi’s just… special to me.”

“Have you told him that?” Your friend's voice filtered through the phone, and you let out a snort.

“Of course I haven’t.” You sighed. “I don’t wanna ruin what we’ve already got.”

“So you just want him to keep ignoring you.”

“He doesn’t ignore me.” You glared, even knowing your friend couldn’t see your expression. “He just speaks… sparingly.”

As a low chuckled flooded your ears you jumped, phone falling to the floor as you spun to see Dabi leaning in the corner of your room, his arms crossed over his chest.

“So, you got a crush on me, doll?” He raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips.

“Y/n? Are you okay?”

You stared blankly at Dabi, unsure what to do, until he strolled forward, picking up your phone and bringing it to his ear.

“She’ll call you back.” He said, his turquoise eyes never leaving yours. “Looks like we’re gonna have a bit of fun.”

“Wait are you Da-?”

With a click he ended the call, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed as he moved to stand in front of you. He lifted one hand to hold your chin, forcing you to keep looking at him as he leant down.

“Should’ve told me sooner.” He whispered, his breath dancing across your neck as a shiver ran down your spine. “I’ve wanted to do this for a while.”

Before you could ask exactly what he meant, a warm hand landed on your thigh, slowly creeping higher up your leg.

“I was in the neighbourhood.” He continued, pressing small kisses across your collarbone as the hand on your chin moved to cup your head. “Imagine my surprise when I heard you professing your love for me.”

“I wasn’t-”

He silenced you with his lips, and your hands moved to hold him closer, wanting to feel as much as his warmth as you could. As he pulled away you whined, but his lips on your neck silenced you once more.

“Maybe I have a little crush on you too.” He drawled. “You still wanna pretend you're not hopelessly in love with me?”

Your words failed you as you melted into his arms. There was no point in denying it. And hell, you’d dreamt about this hundreds of times before. You weren’t going to let anything get in the way of fulfilling your fantasy. You could argue about the little details after. For now, you just wanted to enjoy Dabi.

And enjoy him you did.

omfg I suck at writing sexyness I’m sorry

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More Divaz confos

Mod: Round two of these, previously: link. There’s some interesting customer reviews in this batch (5 and 8) which may be useful to readers.

1.Vic3mage "the secret bjdivaz vip group is just pictures of boxes coming in and going out". Yeah, between the bitching about d0llshe, asking people to post on doa for them, dunking on ex-customers, posting pics of random doll parts that they can't identify which doll they're supposed to go with, whining about how little money they make, whining when ppl e-mail them, whining. Yeah, other than that it's just boxes, and alpacas u can buy off amazon anyway lol.

~Anonymous

2.The butthurt users crying and guilttripping under every Divaz confession who have never been seen before elsewhere on this blog are extremely unsuspicious and unproblematic and definitely unconnected to Divaz and unbiased in every possible way

~Anonymous

3.idk shit abt bjd1vas but v1cemage i can absolutely tell you the shit about ch0o is 100% accurate, fucker's got a long, long history of being an awful little man that stretches well beyond his involvement in the doll community. between the two i'd still trust bjd1vas over ch00 ch00 the fool any day!

~Anonymous

4.The Z3st and Div4s thing is really silly and both entities were being shady but did they really have to take the DZ waiting room down with them? :( He had even made a separate thread about it......

~Anonymous

5. RE: BJD Divaz

I’ve been a customer of BJD Divaz since they first started, when it was only run by Chart3rline. I even contacted other BJD companies trying to persuade them to work with Divaz as their US representative. Most declined because they didnt like D's commission fee, but I was able to persuade a few of them.

I asked them to purchase a doll off DOA because I couldnt afford the asking price, and while they did, I found out later that instead of agreeing to purchase the seller's price, they negotiated the price to be lower. This significantly cheaper price was not passed down to me. I paid the full price +the commission fee based on that full price. I am disappointed I was not told this. This is when I stopped viewing them as a "friend" and instead, as a business. I dont hold this against them, it’s context to what Im going to say later.

I’ve stopped purchasing from D after my recent order from them. This company usually takes 3 or less months to make a doll. I’ve ordered the doll from D and it took 11 months. They let me know it arrived to them in March and that it will be shipped soon, except it only shipped on July, and only after I sent them several "reminder" emails. Before people in the comments try to put the blame on me for not sending a reminder soon, please keep in mind that I acknowledged the email in March and confirmed everything and they keep stressing to not send them emails because they are busy, I’ve emailed once every month since. I’ve since switched to ACBJD and Ive been happy with communication and the dolls ordered. I imagine ACBJD gets the same amount of emails, but they dont berate their customers if they email more than once.

I regret when people wanted a D0llshe, but not deal with him, I always recommended D. I would warn people of ordering directly and instead go through D. They assured buyers they would be handling communication and all the efforts so they wouldnt worry, except they didn’t. A person that I’ve recommended D to, who surpassed 2 years, keeps messaging me for help because D wouldnt reply to their emails. She is respectful, sweet and a timid person, not a Karen. This person, emailed D without a reply so would email a week later, only to be told that their email would be pushed down to the bottom if emailed again. No response, so she goes to FB and IG, who both tell her to email because they arent the person running orders. Finally got a response that they would get their refund, after D0llshe sends D's payment, but minus the PP fees. 3 months later and theres no refund, only a promise of them getting it later. Why is the customer missing out on fees when they have no doll? Customer emails d0llshe and he says he cant offer refund, because they didn’t order through them, which is understandable, but when all options are out for a customer, do you blame them for chargebacks?

If anyone files a chargeback, D will be blacklisting them from every company they rep, as in blacklisting you from buying direct from those companies. I urge everyone who has negative experiences with D to email the companies they rep instead of venting on confession blogs, and writing your experiences on social media. Make it count and send letters to the companies they represent, and please provide proof because they will try to make you out to be a liar.

Speaking of, they made vague posts on cl0ver singing for charging paypal fees, and that they offer guarantees as an official dealer, except when offering refunds, to non delivered products I might add, they are keeping the fees, and offered no help with d0llshe, even before they ended their dealership with them. Someone on DOA was told to not email them unless the wait time surpassed 1.5 years. They are even so petty that they post screenshots with the full name and address (dox) of the customer on purpose and then delete it out a day later as if they just realized their "mistake".

Before you try to make excuses for them about the fires, keep in mind, I am dealing with a business. The lower price negotiation with the DOA sale, I am in no way obligated to give them a pass or treat them as a friend when they made it clear that our relationship is strictly business. Their issues, are not my issues. D0lk got dragged for not shipping in time, others, including artisans, got dragged for being so late with communication and sending back refunds for cancelled orders. Why does D get to be exempt?

The supporters are the worst part of this, because of instead of being honest so D can improve, they support them for being "real". For example, look how micemage words it, to make it seem like this criticism is from one person, when there are people on addicts who didn’t have good experience. Check the bjd dealers tag here, you will see the supporters in the comments going off on any and all criticism of D. Some have sane comments, but the majority are cult like and try to identify the person venting as if it’s one person. Addicts deletes threads with criticism asking people to instead direct it to their feedback group; which lets be honest, no one is going to do because its "not that bad", and most dont want to join a new group, which is mostly dead.

This is my first and last confession on D, I’ve emailed each company they rep and told them my experience as well as contacting the 3 month wait company, with screenshots of my order, how they handled it, and the excuse they used to put blame on the company for being so late (package arrived march to D, 4 months to be shipped is on D, not the company). I’m not using company or order details because I know they are petty enough to try to identify me and publicly shame me like they have to others. This and the threat of suing is why not many people like to go public with their experience. They just keep feedback neutral, move on and never deal with again.

~Anonymous

6. Listen, I can't take you seriously in regards to BJD!vas because you're posting on a confession blog. If you were serious, you would have posted in buyer beware groups, DoA reviews or the board to get things resolved, or you would have made a complaint to the BBB. And your language makes you come off more as someone with an agenda rather than someone who is trying to warn people. If shipping is the issue, stop buying with standard shipping and pay the extra price for express shipping. I saw one of you complain that it sat with them for 20 days; that's probably because you're not the only one and they more than likely have a queue to check and then ship out. Do mistakes happen? Yes, because we're human. I've been in this hobby for a few years now and it seems like most people know you're going to have to wait, sometimes even outside the expected wait time. And shipping something as big as a doll is a timely endeavor. I shouldn't have to say that.

My point is simply to stop complaining on an confession board and either take it to the places previously mentioned. Posting here behind the anonymous mask makes you sound like a petulant child who didn't get their way right away.

~Anonymous

7.My only issue with BJD Divaz is how I never get any updates. Every email, they tell me to join their facebook page for status updates. I dont have a FB and I dont want to create one. I bought my doll through their website, updates should be posted on their website, or they could send me an email. That isnt asking much.

~Anonymous

8. Since there seems to be a lot of either "completely negative everything sucks" or "everything was sunshine and rainbows" confessions about bjd!vaz I thought I'd chime in with a neutral review.

PROS

-They were always polite and professional in their emails, and gave me very detailed answers to my questions.

-I got exactly what I ordered, so no mix ups or missing parts or anything like that.

-I think them being forthcoming about personal issues (only one person on staff, illness, the flooding isue etc.) on social media is good, since it keeps customers updated as to why there might be delays.

-If you live in the US their shipping is very reasonable.

CONS

-Reply times were varied. Sometimes it could take over a week, sometimes a couple hours.

-My order took about 10mo which, when comparing to other people who ordered through the same company around the same time, was about 3x as long as if I bought it direct and 2x as long if I had gone through a different dealer. I get some of the waiting time is out of their control, but it was kind of ridiculous.

-They dont necessarily ship the same day they send you a tracking number. I wish they said something like, "Here's your tracking number, our pickup is Xday so it should start moving after that" just so I could be aware.

All in all no major complaints. I got my doll and all that. Their lone employee is clearly overwhelmed. I hope they hire another person, if only to give the one a break.

Truthfully, I most likely won't buy through them again. I'd rather pay the international shipping and go direct, than deal with the extensive wait time. I'd still recommend them to someone looking for a very long layaway, though. I paid in full, but if I had a 12mo layaway I would've never known they weren't ready to ship my doll until month 10.

~Anonymous

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