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The Announcement | Quadruple The Love H.S
Follow Y/N + Harry's journey from being a family of two, to a family of six! Also know as, Harry + Y/N have quadruplets!
This series will contain blurbs, social media posts, interviews and everything family + fame!
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harrystyles: Been busy on break
annetwist: I can't wait!!
gemmastyles: I've already bought onesies 🙈💞
liampayne: Welcome to the club, mate!
ynstyles: You owe me £5 for not spilling the beans!
harryfan1: OMG WHAT
harryfan2: She said.. I'm having your baby!
↳ harryfan3: And it's ALL OF HIS BUSINESS OMG
harryfan4: Guys... we're getting dadrry. I repeat, we're getting dadrry!
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ynstyles: First trimester diaries! 🍼
First things first, finding out your pregnant, at least.. when you're trying, is the best feeling ever!!!! Harry and I took so many photos and videos (far too personal to share, (See slide four to see me on the verge of screaming and crying over the fact that I'm pregnant lol) you see me cry enough as it is lol) and we sat on the bathroom floor in pure happiness and disbelief. (and a lot of concern on my end..) I couldn't stop looking at my stomach and bubbling nonsense to Harry as we began our true first steps into parenthood. (I'll eventually talk about our journey, but if you're new, it hasn't been an easy one💝) As we watched my stomach grow, we couldn't stop touching it! The idea of feeling a kick, or a flutter... or even just the thought of a baby inside of me; pure happiness. (Pst, Harry sleeps with his hand on my belly and it's my new favorite thing ever!!!! It's so cute!!!)
For those wondering, Morning sickness is brutal. I'm already losing sleep, vomiting my guts even in the middle of the night and much to my dismay, awakening Harry every time I scurry to the bathroom. (If Harry looks extra tired on camera, I apologize! - he'll tell me off for this, shh!)
Tiredness is unreal. I mean, I figured growing a human would be hard, but I'm convinced I'm asleep more than I am awake. I wake up, vomit, eat some crackers take my meds, sleep repeat.
Ultrasounds are the craziest experience ever!! Harry and I lost our minds and Harry's soft smile when we saw the screen is burned in my brain forever. He's honestly already such a good husband but I know he's going to be an even better father! I honestly can't wait!!
@harrystyles I love you so much! Thank you for making me a mumma <3
annetwist: Congrats! I'm excited to finally talk about it!
yourbff: I can't believe you didn't tell me for 3 weeks smh
↳ ynstyles: It was unbearable for me too!
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"Love, staring at it won't make the line appear quicker" Harry tried to ease, his hand on my back as my eyes laser locked on the pregnancy test.
"The line has to show at some point!"
Harry snatched the test off the counter, my mouth a gape, ready to throw protest when he grabbed my hand and led me to sit down on the cold tile with him.
"Harry! Give me the test!" I whined, my tear ducts filling as the past couple months of worry begun to spill over.
"Y/N, babe, just sit down with me. We're dong this together, alright?"
I reluctantly sat next to him, Harry setting the test on his thigh, his right hand clasping my left as we stared down at it.
"What if it's just one line?" I asked softly, my biggest fear being vocalized once again.
"Then we'll try again" He repeated instantly, a singular tear rolling down my cheek.
"Harry, it's our sixth round in three years" I cried, my eyes squeezing shut as the emotion left glistening trails down my cheeks.
"Y/N, we don't have to do it again" He told me calmly his thumb rubbing against my knuckles, something he did frequently to quietly soothe me.
"You already know how I feel about adoption" I whimpered, guilt encasing my chest as I slowly opened my eyes, my blurred vision attempting to peak at the test.
"I know" He replied, not offering much else as he starred at the test.
"I'm a horrible person" I begin to cry again, taking my hand out of his as I covered my face.
"You're not a horrible person, y/n"
"What woman doesn't want to adopt, Harry?! We could! We could have already had a family! What kind of person is afraid too adopt?!"
"A person whose thought about every avenue. Y/N, it's perfectly normal to want what you want. Can you open your eyes please when I talk to you?" He asked, His green eyes were full of hope, my throat tightening as I glanced away. "Y/N" Harry warned, getting me to look back at him. "I know you're afraid of everything that comes with adoption, and if it's a huge fear of yours, whether it's that you won't love them the same, or they won't love you, or all of the separation issues you've read about.. it's just a different journey that we'd take together. We'd figure it out. You're not the first person to be nervous to adopt if that's a path we need to consider. However we start our family, is how we start our family. I know having a biological baby means a lot to you, but if that's not where life takes us, I think we both need to prepare ourselves to come to terms with that" He told me honestly, my lips pursed as I nodded.
It was true.
As horrific as it made me feel, I was afraid that if I adopted, I wouldn't love that child the same way I would my own. Maybe it was silly.. but my dream was to always have a baby of my own, and now that it's became an entire ordeal including medical professionals and obsessive calendar counting, I knew I needed to let my brain dance with the idea again... but could I really do that to a child? Bring them into this loving home.. and not love them the way they deserved? Would I ever view that baby as my own? Or would it feel more like a godparent babysitting situation?
IVF has been a rough path that Harry and I have walked down. One we didn't take lightly, and one we definitely probably over researched before even attempting such feat.. but with all the cons.. there were the pros.
So we tried, and we tried, an we tried.... and we gave up. Adoption maybe? Foster care? Surrogacy? Egg donors? There was a million routes.. but none of them felt like my dream. I wanted to have sex one night and wake up pregnant the next morning with my husbands child, and I struggle a lot with the fact that that isn't how it's happening.
It would be so easier if I could blame Harry, and his annoying sperm.. but the reality is, Harry is perfectly capiable impregnating someone.
I'm the problem.
Learning that you're supposed sole duty of a period every month wasn't even worth it... definitely landed me in some pretty intense therpary.
There has been more dark days than light for both Harry and I.
I'd be lying if I said divorce had never crossed our minds.
Things got bad, before they got good again and now here I sat next to him, wedding band on my finger as tears streamed down my cheeks, ready to be once again disappointed by my body.
"Can we just see what this test says and go from there, please?" I asked quietly, Harry nodding. "Can you look? My eyes are blurry"
I did my best to clear my vision when I heard the inhale of Harry's sharp breathing.
"What?" I asked, panic making my body tense. "What?!"
"It's two lines! Y/N! You're pregnant!" He practically yelled, my entire body stilling.
"What?"
"YOU'RE PREGNANT!" He yelled, scurrying off the floor, helping me up and yanking me into a hug and a kiss.
"Oh my god" I exhaled, my vison thankfully clearing as I snatched the test, seeing the two pink lines for myself.
"That has to be fake" was my immediate reaction as I held the test up to the light, the pink line darkening right in front of me. "Where is the clearblue one?" I asked Harry, Harry's arms wrapping around me, his palms resting against my stomach as I pulled open one of the drawers, finding my stash of pregnancy tests.
The drawer was probably my most opened drawer in the entire household; which meant it was also my most hated.
All it held was dreams and disappointment.
"Can you grab me a few water bottles, please?" I asked, setting the test aside as I opened one of the more expensive pregnancy test boxes.
"Baby, it's so dark" Harry showed me, crease lines between his brow as his dimples pops from the smile he had.
"I know, I know.. I just.. want to be sure. I need to pee again! Water, please!"
Three water bottles later, I found myself peeing on yet another stick and plopping the capped test onto toilets paper on our counter.
I hated waiting.
"Babe, are you going to look?" Harry asked, a goofy smile still on his face as he leaned against the door frame.
"What if the test was wrong?" I asked again eyeing the drugstore pregnancy test next to Harry.
"Baby, they're supposed to be one of the most accurate tests"
"But false positives are a thing!" I shouted, shaking my hands as I paced the space between the toilet and the bathtub.
"Y/N" Harry sighed, "I know you're worried, and we can make a doctors appointment to verify.. but baby, I think this is it. I think we've done it"
I hesitantly walked up to the counter, my eyes locked on my mess of a reflection in front of me before slowly finding the test.
"Oh my god" I exhaled, the bold "pregnant" staring back at me. "Harry!" I quickly showed the test, a smile starting to form at my lips as my eyes welled up with tears again, "I.. we're... oh my god!" I shrieked, jumping a little as I waved the test next to me.
I quickly pulled out my phone, the video shaky as ran over to Harry, kissing him before showing the test to the camera.
"We're pregnant!" I yelled out, Harry grinning as he leaned down to kiss me again, the video stopping and I turned to the camera, Harry snatching the drugstore test, both of us holding up the tests as we took countless photos before posting in the mirror, taking all sorts of different angles of my belly.
I can't believe we're pregnant.
"I told you you weren't fat" he chuckled as we inspected my bloated stomach.
"I'm fat with your baby!" I laughed, my hand running over the puffy skin. "God, I'm going to get more stretchmarks"
"Good thing you married a man who happens to love them" He pecked my cheek, his hands on my hips.
"We need to make a doctors appointment pronto and make sure these tests are correct" I informed, setting the plastic test on the counter.
"Baby..."
"I know, I know! I just.. I want to be sure, okay?"
"I know. I love you no matter what, but I really think this time.. this time is it"
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Hello! I've had this idea for a while, and I thought it would be fun to make kind of an open ending series? Meaning we can work on this for as long as we want! From finding out, to their birth, and just watching them grow up! If you have any requests, feel free to ask! I don't plan on posting them in order (like birth, growing up etc), but I will have them posted in (hopefully) chronological order in the masterlist!
Feel free to leave requests in the comments or on my ask via my profile!
If you have any baby names, let me know! I have the sex's picked out, but not the names!
I wanted to make this longer, but Tumblr has a 10 photo limit so...
I'm hoping as I get into it, I can write the blurbs better, just with their storyline, it was a bit hard to make it very happy and fluffy lol.
Welcome to my Quadruplet series! (I might post it on wattpad, I'll update the masterlist with a link if it is!!)
pst. my little circles won't stay where I want them to, if you know how to fix that lmk, otherwise we can both be annoyed together!
-Brit <3
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Hi there! I just read your others fics and I'd like to make a request 😁
Could you write some awkward first time between Reader and Larissa? Maybe they were classmates and don't really know what they're doing or they just have so many feelings and are so eager to finally do the deed that everything goes wrong. If it's comical that ends up in fluff/smut, even better 🙈����
Giggles - Larissa Weems x Reader
This one was so cute and fun to write!! Since they’re in high school in this one, I decided not to write the full on smut, but there’s lots of kisses and little awkward touches.
Word Count: 433
Warnings: making out, light touching
Giggles filled the room the two girls were currently in. Y/n was so happy that her roommate was out for the night at some party. She had snuck her girlfriend into her dorm, leaning up to kiss her the moment she shut and locked the door.
Y/n and Larissa had only been dating for a mere 5 months, but both felt they were ready to move things to the next step.
Whatever that meant.
God, it was so much easier for straight couples, wasn’t it? They already knew where everything went and what to do. Both Larissa and Y/n were at a loss for what to possibly do. Kissing was fun and all, but it was evident that they were both ready for more. Wanting more.
Y/n sat on Larissa’s lap, her fingers tangled in the perfectly brushed hair. She kissed down Larissa’s neck, stopping when she felt her hands move up her thighs slowly. Y/n was just so desperate to feel Larissa finally touch. And equally as desperate to finally touch her. But her nerves were in high alert. What if she hurt her by accident? What if she wasn’t any good?
Oh god, what if I’m not any good?? Then what? Do we break up? What happens then? Y/n’s thoughts wandered, only being brought back to reality when she felt Larissa’s fingers inch closer up her legs.
“Wait” y/n said
“Yes?” Larissa asked, stilling her movements.
“Do you know what you’re doing?” Y/n asked
“No… do you?” Larissa asked
“No.” Y/n replied
The two girls couldn’t help but erupt into giggles.
“Well.. why don’t we find out together? Touch me the way you’d touch yourself.” Y/n suggested to Larissa.
Larissa didn’t hesitate as much this time. She moved her hand up y/n’s thigh, thankful her girlfriend has worn a skirt today.
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Larissa and y/n laid back on y/n’s bed, the sheet covering their chests. “I love you.” Larissa whispered softly to her girlfriend, looking down and pulling her into her arms.“I love you too. I’m glad we were each other’s firsts.” Y/n replied. “Me too.” Larissa said.
A beat passed
“That was incredible.” Y/n said, turning to face her girlfriend, a huge smile on her face. “It really was. Albeit a tad awkward at first.” Larissa said, moving to kiss her forehead. “Hmm I think I may be a bit more experienced now. Round two?” Y/n asked, moving to kiss Larissa again. “By all means, show me how experienced you are.” She said between kisses.
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Leaving
~*~ Chapter 9 ~*~
Hawks x slightly older!fem!Reader
Warnings: more fluff
Word count: 1.2k
Notes: I'm ashamed of myself that it took me literal months to get back to this story 🙈 So, if there's no update even for a long period of time, I haven't abandoned this story at all, I really just didn't find the time to continue. Thank you for being patient with me, everyone ❤️
Prologue * Chapter 1 * Chapter 2 * Chapter 3 * Chapter 4 * Chapter 5 * Chapter 6 * Chapter 7 * Chapter 8 * Chapter 9 * Chapter 10
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As subtly as you could, you took in your surroundings while following Hawks to his sofa after you had taken off your coat and shoes. His home was spacious with a modern interior. A small kitchen was installed right next to the living area, the furniture looked like they were on the higher end of the price range, and quite frankly, the whole place was basically spotless. How he managed to keep everything in order with a job like that was beyond you. But what surprised you the most was the lack of personal items like pictures or other decorations, or even something that was related to a hobby he might have. "Are ya done checking out my apartment?" Hawks chuckled as he motioned for you to take a seat.
"I'm gonna grab something to drink. Are you okay with some green tea?" You nodded and sat down on the sofa, watching him pouring two glasses of tea in the little kitchen area. "Hawks, can I ask you something?" He looked over his shoulder, a little surprised. "Sure, go ahead," he replied, a smile on his lips, before he turned back to the glasses, ready to carry them over. You pondered for a second on how to phrase the question and if this really was the time to ask but ultimately decided to go ahead without beating around the bush. "Is there anyone present in your life?" His movements came to a hold for a second except for a barely visible twitch of his wings, like he was contemplating on how to answer. Finally grabbing the two glasses, he turned around. "I don't have a girlfriend if this is what you wanna know," he said as if you weren't aware of that fact anyway, wiggling his eyebrows playfully at you while he walked over to set the glasses down on the small table in front of you. Hawks had clearly decided to avoid your question for now. "You know exactly that this is not -" The ringing of the doorbell interrupted you mid-sentence, and Hawks hurried over to the intercom next to the front door. A minute later, he received the delivery and, judging by the way the delivery guy and your boss exchanged pleasantries, they seemed to have occasionally met before, at least.
Hawks closed the door of his apartment and carried over the box of pizza. Opening it, he held it out for you to take a slice before setting it down on the table. He took a seat next to you, barely leaving any space in between, and grabbed a slice of pizza as well. "Look, y/n," the young hero said, voice uncharacteristically emotionless, "my parents aren't in the picture anymore, haven't been for years. I got trained by the HPSC, which means I was surrounded by all those people much older than me without any spare time to go out and make friends." He stared at the baked dough covered in toppings and cheese in his hand. "Until you joined the agency, the closest thing to friends I had were my sidekicks, and I only met them a few weeks prior to meeting you when the agency was opened for business." You nodded, feeling a little uncomfortable with the answer. It reminded you of your own situation and made you sad, honestly. You yourself didn't have any family left. "Sorry, Hawks, I just should have let it go," you said quietly, avoiding to look at him out of guilt for ruining the mood with a question like that. "No, songbird, it's alright."
You were surprised to feel something soft brush against your back and shoulder out of nowhere. Glancing to your side, you quickly realized that his feathers were the culprits. Hawks had carefully laid one of his wings around you in a protective manner, and the warmth radiating from it made you feel at ease. "You see, I'm not a very interesting person. I don't even have any real hobbies to impress you with because I have barely any spare time. But," he smiled, his wing hugging you just a little tighter, "you'll have to tell me more about you for sure. So, how was your trip? I want to know everything. " And with that, he took the first bite out of his slice of pizza, leaving you quite a bit puzzled.
While the both of you sat there, munching away on your take-out, you told him about your trip to your hometown. "My former boss wanted me to say hi to you. He, his wife, and the others thought that it was a real pity that you couldn't make it. The little daughter of my ex-colleague seems to be a huge fan of yours, by the way." Hawks laughed. "But you're still my biggest fan, right?" You nudged his side with your elbow, only causing him to laugh even harder.
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It was getting late at this point, and both of you had to be back at work tomorrow. Sure enough, Hawks had offered to bring you home, but you didn't feel comfortable causing him any more inconveniences on his birthday and decided to go and flag down a taxi. You had already put on your coat and reached the door of his apartment when you turned to smile at Hawks who had followed behind you. "I had a lot of fun spending your birthday with you. Also, the pizza was really good. Thank you for treating me." A soft smile adorned Hawks' features. "Thank you for stopping by, y/n. It meant a lot to me." You slipped into your shoes, gave the hero a hug, and walked a few steps down the hall until you reached the elevator, pulling your small suitcase along with you. Once inside, you bowed slightly before waving goodbye. "Oh, and, just in case you wondered," he winked at you, "I did hear and feel that." A confused look graced your features when he slightly puffed out his feathers, plucking one of them and holding it up as a hint right before the doors of the elevator closed. It took you a moment to catch up on what he was talking about, but soon enough, realization hit you. He had been talking about yesterday when you had let your finger slide over his feather while wishing him a good night's rest from afar. Of course he did. You should have expected as much.
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Soon, you were fast asleep. The exhaustion of traveling had easily taken over your body once you had laid down and snuggled into the comfort of your bed. Unbeknownst to you, Hawks struggled to get to sleep over at his own apartment, tossing and turning for at least another hour, while way too many thoughts crossed his mind, every single one revolving around you.
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A huge thanks to everyone who's reading and supporting this story! See you next chapter ❤️👋
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20 Questions for Fic Writers
tagged by @saybiwithme @bi-buckrights @zainclaw
How many works do you have on ao3?
160
What's your total ao3 word count?
1,070,239
What fandoms do you write for?
I've mostly written for 9-1-1, though I started off with Shameless (6 fics) and I have written some for Teen Wolf (5 fics). There's one 9-1-1 crossover with Schitt's Creek.
Top five fics by kudos:
parents always yelling (telling us to get our acts together)
i just want something to hold on to (and a little of that human touch)
I will come to you (even in my sleep)
open up again (i believe in second chances)
exes and the oh's
Do you respond to comments?
Always, even if it takes me months. I actually just caught up again (there's still a bunch to go, but right now the oldest is 17 days ago instead of 250 days...). It's just a rule I have for myself, and even with the backlog I've kept it up so far, so I'm not going to stop doing it now.
What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
I'm not a big fan of angsty endings, I generally try to at least make it a hopeful ending or, in the case of the college au, use an epilogue to fix things.
But I guess sunny skies & summer highs qualifies as an angsty ending simply because of the cliffhanger (and yes, there is still going to be a continuation, I'm working on it 🙈).
What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Choosing one out of 160 is really hard, but I think tell me, will you stay or will you run away is definitely one that deserves a mention here, because it already has a happy ending and then the epilogue just makes it even better 🥰
Do you get hate on fics?
Not commented on the fic itself, no. I've had some people talk shit about my fics on twitter, though, and not even vaguely but calling me by (user)name.
Do you write smut?
Is grass green? Yeah, I write smut 🤭 Thanks to two times kinktober, I have 95 explicit fics, by far the most used rating for my fics.
Craziest crossover:
let's have some fun tonight is my 9-1-1/Schitt's Creek crossover fic for 9-1-1 Rarepair Week, and my only crossover fic
Have you ever had a fic stolen?
My head over feet Buddie valentine's two-parter got posted as one chapter in Wattpad work with over 30 fics once. Filed a DMCA and Wattpad took it down within two hours.
Have you ever had a fic translated?
Two of my fics have been translated into Russian afaik, one on ao3 and one on Ficbook
Have you ever cowritten a fic before?
Nope. It may be a nice challenge for the future? Not sure who I'd do it with.
All time favourite ship?
Gotta go for Buddie on that one, lol. Especially if you look at my writing history. But I often tend to hyperfixate on one ship at a time (current reading obsession is McDanno)
What's a wip you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
Buck's POV of if love is art then you might be my masterpiece. I really want to, but at this point it's been two years since the original so I don't know if it'd be worth it either. (I know not everyone was happy about how I ended it, but I doubt any of them are still waiting for more). Writing a different POV of the same fic takes an amount of planning that my brain just really struggles with. And I could pick up where the last chapter (before the epilogue) picks up, but I think that way there would be some crucial information about Buck missing.
What are your writing strengths?
I've been told quite a lot of times that I am good at keeping characters, well, in character, even when putting them in partial or complete AU's. Of course, what is in character or not is subjective, but I do always challenge myself to work as much of the canon backstory and personality into who they are in the AU as possible.
And I like to think I'm pretty good at writing smut.
What are your writing weaknesses?
I'm terrible at pacing, which multiple of my long fics prove. It'll be drawn out first and then suddenly rushing. And being ESL I do struggle with things like sentence structure and grammar pretty regularly still.
Thoughts on dialogue in another language?
As long as there is some kind of translation provided somewhere I like it, but I'm not so quick to use it myself. Not beyond a few Spanish words here and there (generally pet names between Eddie and his family we've seen on the show or the occasional curse word when I feel it fits better than an English one, but I usually need to employ help from Spanish-speaking friends for those).
First fandom you wrote in?
Shameless! I binged that right before I started 9-1-1 and combined with the creative writing minor I was doing, it was actually what got me back into writing in general and what made me write my first ever fic.
Favorite fic you've written?
My in your arms i feel safe-series (which I always lovingly refer to as the ace kink fic) is definitely one of my favorites simply because of how personal it is to me and for the reason behind me writing it in the first place.
Other strong contenders are i would've loved you forever (it's never enough but i wanted it to be) and i'm begging you, come home to me (Teen Wolf, Thiam)
tagging @monsterrae1 @rogerzsteven @loserdiaz @watchyourbuck
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Hi 👋
I am comparatively new to BTS, I had had their songs on my playlists but didn't know anything about their band dynamics. After I came across a run bts short on yt I became curious about their content and haven't been able to stop.
I hadn't even heard the term taekook but I was almost certain that there was something about those two that was different from the rest. I was certain that they were a couple but then I came to know about the various ships and sk's homophobia. I've been to so many jikook blogs and twtrs because I wanted to know what exactly I was missing in their interactions because to me they looked like friends, I just didn't get any couple vibes from them. I couldn't find that intensity b/w jk and jm which is very clearly present b/w tae & jk. Some tkkrs theories are wild, some of their interactions are blown way out of proportion but that still doesn't change the fact that they have that chemistry.
I came across your blog yesterday and I've been loving your take on tk. You are one of those rare bloggers who don't go around matching clothes and dates. Your opinions are quite level headed.
Woah...this got long 😅. Anyways what I wanted to ask you is what are your top 10 favourite tk moments, on or off cam?
Hi anon!
Welcome 🤗!
My top ten… making it hard for me I see. I’m probably going to be very inconsistent here 😂.
I do know my all time favorite though so on nr 1:
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Nr 2 is very recent, but it’s so so so special:
youtube
Nr 3, when Tae arrived late at BV
Nr 4,
youtube
Nr 5:
Nr 6:
youtube
Nr 7:
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Nr 8: Jk deciding to put his hand on Tae and being proud of it.
youtube
Nr 9: i feel this should be higher up..
youtube
Nr 10: jk scheming to get Tae to pick his room in Malta and them sharing a bed when he succeeds.
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To be fair.. except for nr 1 and 2, the order of this will probably not be the same if you ask me in a month or so, and there’s so many favorites that i might even not choose the same ones again 😂
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TIME FOR A WIP TAG GAME 💫
rules: in a new post, post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them and then post a little snippet of it or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.
oh nooo exposed by smitty for my ridiculous doc names.. how could you DO this to meee 😭 dfghs but thanks for the tag darlin @prompted-wordsmith.!!
(tagged on my main but i thought i'd go ahead and post here instead... if i posted all of my wips for every fandom, we'd be here a month 🤭)
my naming conventions are notably all either coded nonsense only comprehensible to me, or song lyrics that are not, in fact, from the song i Actually titled the fic with.! it got so ridiculous i made a spreadsheet to keep track of their shorthand names, their Real Actual Titles, and their summaries. just so i could always find right what i was looking for. i love to cross-reference ! three cheers for color-coding ! 🎉 luckily for me, said doc came in veryyy handy when it came to copy/pasting for this tag game 😂😂
daddy? sorry, da-
i get no help around this goddamn house
this is the Real t&s
he was the congregations vagrant
cry about it, fucker
the saints we see are all made of gold
all the small things
lover's lover's alibi
he's the one to call (dr. feelgood)
my middle name is miseryyy
ho ho hopefully
this is NOT feederism it is cARETAKING
who do you love
what breed is he just a little guy
toxic las vegas
achy breaky head
catch a falling star💫
being weird together is a love language
oscars flop era
9 to 5
go out by the oak leaf
motorpsyche 🏍️
ive beaten the orange camaro
ginger snapped 🐺
vacation all ive ever wanted
polk salad booty is this anything
some of these have been in the works for YEARS, like.. since the movie actually came out.. i started writing two days after i got home from the theater the first time oOP look y'all know me alright the likelihood any of these will actually make it to posting on this blog is,, uh. Slim !! ngl it's pretty slim. i have wips from over a decade ago that STILL don't feel done enough to publish 🙈 but these in particular are very near and dear to my heart and i'd love to gauge y'all's interest anyway.! so fire away, ask me anything, i love to talk and am always down to gush 👍
tagging: @whositmcwhatsit, @thatbanditqueen, @be-my-ally, @mooodyblue, @vintagepresley, @floralcyanide, @whatstruthgottodowithit,@dreamingofep, @ooihcnoiwlerh, @suraemoon, @vintageshanny, uhhh i panicked at the length of this list and don't know who else writes around here and is left to tag, but pleaseeee take this as an open invitation to join in if you want!! i'd love to see everyone's systems 🥰🥰 and of course no pressure if you don't 👌
#tag game#blurb#the ideas for many of these came from other fics in this fandom as well.!!#MANY#old ones especially and some by authors who arent active anymore !#...like i said ive been writing these for a loooong time#srsly the a/ns i left in my drafts are like time capsules in and of themselves#so pleaseeee ask me questions so i can rave abt those original inspo fics dfgh#if u werent around in the beginning id love to name drop some of these classics#and if u WERE we can reminisce.! 🥰
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Hi, I love your blog! I was so happy when you reblogged one of my stories 🙈💕
Also here’s some emojis for the ask game: 🦋 🦷 - 💚
hello! why, thank you for the compliment and the asks! i love your blog as well!
🦋 ⇢ share something that has been on your heart and mind lately
oooh, these are heavy for me atm. well, i have had numerous significant life changes in the last few months that i've been grappling with. a lot of them not great. so, i guess i'm weighed down by the internal conflict of not dwelling on what has happened and instead looking forward to the future. but that's easier said than done. all that matters is i try.
congrats you've just got the rawest response i've ever left on one of these, lol.
🦷 ⇢ share some personal wisdom or a life hack you swear on
it is much better to admit when you don't know something than to pretend you do. the ability to recognize when you don't know something keeps you 1. willing to learn 2. encourages critical thinking 3. keeps you humble 4. shows strong self-awareness 5. your friends and family won't think you're a dick because you believe you are always right.
congrats my second rawest answer, lol.
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Hi there :D
7, 13 and 28 for the "not from the US" ask game? if you don't mind, naturally <3
Hiii, thanks for the ask <3
And sorry it took me so long to answer🙈
7.) Three words from your native language you love the most.
At first I was like, this question is going to be so easy. But when I started answering it, I was like... shit. This is HARD. Because, the thing is where I'm from, you grow up borrowing words from the other 10+ languages sprinkled through out the country and after a while you forget which are actually part of your language. So, I'm going to cheat a little bit. I'm going to do 3 in my Native language (Afrikaans) and 3 that I love using that aren't part of it. So, in no particular order i present to you:
Native language (Afrikaans):
• Sonbesie. Literally/directly translates to sun beetle. I don't know why but I love this word so much.
• Spookasem. Directly translates to ghostbreath. It actually means candyfloss though. I love how it sounds so spooky in Afrikaans but it sounds so... cute in English.
• Nou-nou. It's Afrikaans for now-now. Why I love this word so much is that it doesn't necessarily mean now, it could be any time from between 5 minutes to a year. You don't know how long nou-nou is. You'll find out. Eventually.
Other languages:
• Thula. It means 'be quiet'. There's a lullaby called 'thula baba' that I grew up hearing and thula's been one of my favorite words ever since.
• Tokoloshe. A Tokoloshe is a dwarf-like water spirit that is mischievous/evil. I love the sh and t sounds of the word.
• Shongololo. In plain English, a millipede. I love the sound and look of the word. It looks like a shongololo.
13.) Does your country (or family) have any specific superstitions or traditions that might seem strange to outsiders?
▪︎Kakelaars, a type of bird with a long tail and a red beak, (it's less commonly know as a green wood hoopoe in the part of the country where I'm from) are said to call the rain when they cackle. So far, the kakelaars that live in the trees across from us has never been wrong.
▪︎ Just before you enter Schoemanskloof, you'll see a statue that's probably painted in one way or another. That isn't a statue. That's a rock. And his name is Old Joe.
So far, Old Joe has been painted to look like a cat, the Virgin Mary, a soccer player and a Christmas minion to name a few. Most of the art work is done by an artist known as Ghost and every few months he'll give Old Joe a new appearance. It's almost become something of a tradition.
Also! It's believed that if you honk/wave at Old Joe as you drive by you'll have a safe journey through the gorge.
(If anyone wants to hear more about Old Joe/ see pictures please feel free to ask!)
▪︎ The clouds that can regularly be seen floating over Devil's Peak and Table Mountain aren't just clouds according to a local legend. They are actually clouds of smoke drifting across the peak/mountains due to a smoking match going on between a sea captain and the Devil up on the peak (it's also how Devil's Peak got its name.)
(If you want to hear more, let me know! I'm kind of embarrassingly into South African myths, legends and superstitions. It's a new obsession tbh😅)
There's a lot more but I don't want to bore anyone so I'm just going to stop here😂
28.) Does your country have a lot of lakes, mountains, rivers? Do you have favorites?
We do! More dams than lakes but we have both. Oceans and forests too! My favorite? The mountains (and the forests, they're usually together.) Especially the Drakensberg mountains. They. Are. Beautiful. They also have cave art that is several thousands of years old. The hiking trails are also fun, especially when you reach the top, or find a hidden away river. Ohh, and ziplining! I love the actual ziplining and the hike back to the top. And the picturesque-ness of it all...
Yep, definitely the mountains.
Thank you so much for the ask <3
(If there are anymore questions, please ask, I love asks)
And because I took so long, here'a picture of Old Joe as a speed cop (credit goes to the og photographer) -
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Was that his answer?
Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10
Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17
The idea of borrowing a child sounded strange, but it was in fact what the teacher had asked them to do for the Developmental Psychology paper. His classmates had been discussing for a while which children under the age of two were available to them for observations and interviews while Katsuya absentmindedly watched the people coming in and out of the coffee shop.
"And if we don't find any, we just make it up."
"You think the teach won't notice?"
"Serizawa, wouldn't you have a cousin or nephew we could use?"
"N-no" Katsuya was startled when he heard his name. "It's just me and my mother."
The group groaned in despair.
"We seriously don't have anyone? What if we ask around the neighborhood daycare centers? Being a paper for college they can't turn us down."
It was a vain hope but ten percent of the grade was at stake. At least they wouldn't need the guinea pig for another few weeks. Katsuya would rather not think about it. Going to class was sometimes quite an ordeal. So many people everywhere always managed to make him nervous. The thought of having to interact with something as fragile as a child almost seemed like a nightmare.
Reigen's name on his cell phone screen distracted him from the conversation around him. It had been so many months since a single day had gone by without them even being together for a little while that not seeing him felt strange.
Reigen:
It was at my locker. 😳
[letter.jpg]
Katsuya clicked on the blurry image hoping it wasn't what he thought it was. It took barely seconds for the envelope to appear crisp on his screen. Katsuya frowned, how was he supposed to react? It had to be from the girl Reigen liked if the letter was important enough to send him a LINE. It wasn't like that was the first one he'd received.
Katsuya:
You hadn't told me you liked someone.
Reigen:
Eh????
I don't even know who it is 🙈
BUT A LETTER!!!!!
Katsuya nibbled on his thumbnail without looking away from Reigen's reply. He didn't quite understand what made this letter so different from the others. The only thing that had changed was Katsuya's feelings. Maybe he hadn't been able to hide them as well as he thought and if Reigen had noticed... Was that his answer?
"Serizawa, are you okay?" His classmate's voice snapped him out of his reverie. "Is that your girlfriend?"
The girl peeked over his shoulder, trying to peek into the conversation.
"He's just a friend." Katsuya blushed at the idea of Reigen being his boyfriend.
"It's been years since I've seen one of those!" The girl laughed at the sight of the letter before Katsuya could leave the screen black. "What is he, a high school kid?"
"He's about to finish his senior year" Katsuya replied defensively pocketing the cell phone.
As much as he hated leaving Reigen's messages on read, the answer was going to have to wait. Something about the girl's tone reminded him too much of how people used to talk to him when they wanted to make fun of him in high school. At least he had an excuse not to reply.
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"Are you home yet?" Reigen asked as soon as he took his call. "How'd it go with the people at college?"
"Good. Better than I expected." Katsuya plopped down on the bed without bothering to change his clothes. He still needed to take a bath but that could wait. "The place was quiet but even so. Too many people."
"Hey, but that's quite the achievement! Who would have thought it a few months ago?"
"Only you would consider spending three hours in a coffee shop an achievement" Katsuya rolled his eyes. "Anyone can."
" Yeah, but you're not just anyone. You're you. Stop putting yourself down over what people consider normal."
"At your command, boss."
"Hey, are you liking making fun of me?" Reigen growled. "Well, just know I don't care. By this time tomorrow you' re going to be envious of me."
Reigen's histrionic laughter echoed in the room, even without his hands-free on. Trying to ignore the existence of the letter had been a mistake. Katsuya noticed a weight settle in his stomach. It was stupid to be jealous over something that had never been a possibility. No one knew better than him how great Reigen was. To think he was the only one to realize it was short-sighted. Reigen was his best friend, his obligation was to be happy for him.
#mp100#mp100 ageswap#serizawa katsuya#katsuya serizawa#arataka reigen#reigen arataka#unrequited pining#serirei#fanfic#my own writing#katsuya always thinks the worst#reigen is a liar who lies
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I know you're a busy person, but I saw this on Twitter and I'd love to know your answers 🙈 also no pressure, take all the time you need ❤
Hello, @chloelapomme!! So incredibly sorry for the late reply! I was meaning to answer your ask sooner but I family matters came up following up with my new college classes for spring so my hands has been full.
But nevertheless, I was so happy to see your ask and the questions you sent me! I enjoy answering these! So thank you for the wonder ask! 💜
It's taken me a couple of days to finish these questions but at last, I have!
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✎*ೃ˚ 1. Fics Completed This Year? ✎*ೃ˚
I've Completed two fics in 2022.
Heartaches and Heartbreaks - NHPrompts22
Mine (Naruhina Halloween Oneshot)
✎*ೃ˚ 2. Fics started this year? ✎*ೃ˚
I've started three fics in 2022.
Heartaches and Heartbreaks - NhPrompts22
Mine (Halloween Oneshot)
When Love Lasts - 2022 NH Month Event
✎*ೃ˚ 3. Drabbles written this year? ✎*ೃ˚
In 2022, I wrote a lot of drabbles. (I can't say an exact number, maybe 27 or 28, give or take)
Some of them are standalone drabbles, while others are the next parts of my ongoing stories The Unknown and Heated.
Some drabbles I've started I may not finish, I've decided.
Some drabbles are destined for upcoming stories. I won't talk too much about those though, hehe.
✎*ೃ˚ 4. Total Word Count for the Year? ✎*ೃ˚
Although I'm unsure of my exact word count, I'll just say it's wayyy more than 100,000. I've written a lot in 2022, and I'm sure it's more than 100k words—possibly even 200k or 300k, easily.
I just write so damn much. 🥴
✎*ೃ˚ 5. Longest Completed fic of the year? ✎*ೃ˚
Actually, I haven't finished any lengthy fanfics this year. Sadly. 😭😭
Hell, none of my main fics (Heated & The Unknown) are finished, and that's a bummer. However, I'm committed to completing The Unknown and Heated in 2023.
The only thing I completed in 2022 was the oneshot book - Heartaches and Heartbreaks which was a contribution to the NhPrompts22 event that was hosted by @tessdrawss back in March of 2022.
So for 2023, I'm really getting my butt in gear, haha. I want to finish a lot more stuff.
✎*ೃ˚ 6. Shortest completed fic of the year? ✎*ೃ˚
The shortest fic I finished in 2022 was a Naruhina Halloween special one-shot. The fanfic one-shot was named "Mine," and it was a horror fic that I had wanted to write for a long time.
I had the plot in my head all year in 2022 and really wanted to write it, so I decided to write it as a special during Halloween in 2022.
The one-shot was divided into three long portions, lol. In all honesty, I have no idea how to keep one-shots short. It’s a real struggle.
✎*ೃ˚ 7. Favorite fic to work on? ✎*ೃ˚
My favorite story to work on, eh? I suppose I should say "The Unknown." I've been working on that fanfiction for so long and it’s truly taken me on a wild writing journey. I have to be honest and say that I really love the horror, gore, and dark romance the fanfic possesses.
I really adore how I portrayed demon Naruto in the fic too. Idk, something is wrong with me, I know, lol. He's so freaking scary but hot at the same time. Idk, how I accomplished that.
I am definitely looking forward to writing the conclusion for what I have in mind. I am really awaiting the time I will be able to have time to sit down and really write this fic because I have so much planned for it, lol!
I've been just really busy. I am also easily distracted too!!
But in 2023, I'll be spending a lot of time working on this story and moving it to AO3. However, I had originally intended to alter this story greatly. I want to improve and tweak it.
The Unknown, though, has to be my current favorite of the several fan fictions I'm working on.
✎*ೃ˚ 8. Hardest fic to work on? ✎*ೃ˚
To be honest, the fanfic 'Heated' has been bothering me. I continually experience writer's block and I dread writing the fic. I'm also finding flaws in the fanfic.
Don't get me wrong, I adore the fan vs. idol trope that "Heated" creates, as well as the fact that Naruto is the leader of a popular band and Hinata’s the cutesy fangirl, but…I find myself continuously modifying stuff in the fic, and I dread writing it.
I'm not sure what my deal is.
But, despite my frequent setbacks, I expect to finish the fic in 2023, hopefully at the end of spring.
✎*ೃ˚ 9. Writing lessons you learned this year? ✎*ೃ˚
I've learned that forcing myself to write is never the solution. I discovered that the best moment to write is when I am inspired, as well as when I have planned exactly what I want to write ahead of time.
I believe that you should never force yourself to write or create any sort of piece.
A dear buddy once said that it takes time to create a masterpiece, so give it some time! Do not rush the process!
@sessakag I'm looking at you, haha! 💜👀💜
I also just have advice in general, advice that I have learned myself this year as well.
Never, ever allow someone to force you to do anything. Do it on your own terms, when you are no longer preoccupied with life's hassles. You'll have a lot more fun with the process.
Don’t force something to be, is what I am saying. Things will play out as they should.
In 2022, I had to remind myself several times that writing is a passion, not a job. Calm down, Niya, sheesh! Lol.
✎*ೃ˚ 10. Most Anticipated Wip for Next Year. ✎*ೃ˚
Without a doubt, it's The Good Old Days. I am really excited to bring the ACA characters and the plot back.
I am very excited to share the crazy narrative of (A Crazy Accident’s) Naruto's past with my readers. I've been dying to write this particular fanfic for such a long time, and I'm thrilled to announce that I'll be publishing this fanfiction in 2023!
It’s about time, right, lol!
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I hope you enjoyed reading my responses to the wonderful questions at the top. I have a lot planned for 2023, and I'm excited to see what I come up with as a result.
In 2022, I have accomplished a lot but I plan to accomplish even more in 2023. 💪🏽
Once again, thank you for the ask Chloe! I hope you've had a wonderful Christmas and equally wonderful start of the New Year! 💜🤍
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#ask me anything!#my ask box is open!#powerful_niya#2022 reflection#Writing exercise#Thanks Chloe! ❤️#💌 - niya's asks ✨
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5, 6, 17, 20 😤💖
5. what fic of your own won't you read?
my first one, an unplanned pregnancy fic from back in the day™ 💀 it's not.. bad, but i wrote so differently in like 2018 alsdhjfk. look me in the eye and tell me u can still read the very first fic u published.
6. what's the hardest part of the writing process for you?
lately it's just been getting past that curve where u get a little stuck. like i can start ideas, i can write my little outlines and jot down the fun bits, but when i have to sit down and think how this will structurally work or when i get to a point where i'm like.... is this even good... it's been hard to hurdle that. i know it happens with every creative project, sometimes more than once, but i keep starting docs and if i don't have an immediate solution to a problem i close the tab 🙈 we are doing our best to push through tho 😤
17. What’s the best engagement/interaction/feedback you’ve received from someone who’s read your work?
oh, any hefty comment leaves me smiling for days!! or if you mention anything about the experience or unique to the fic itself i will treasure it. someone wrote recently that they come back to a certain fic like every month and that thrilled me beyond belief.
20. What’s the greatest gift you’ve gotten from your writing?
the friends that live in my phone <3333
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yesterday, I woke up 5 am, it was too early for me, but then I figured out it's okay since our boss at work let us have the Monday as day-off because of the elections. before I start my day and stood my ass up, I binge-watched some movie-recaps in youtube. I suddenly saw this Japanese movie I have watched for more like a decade ago? it's called Koizora. It's one of those reminiscing memories to ever watch again, it's a sad love story though. as I watched its movie recap, it never failed to make me teary again. damn, I've been dramatic so early in the morning! it was then already 9 am, while reading through the comments section, to see how people reacted to the plot, in my surprise I wasn't expecting something. a few months ago, I just started watching AOT and non-stopped watched all the seasons because it made me fall in love to watch more anime's (even brought me to the point to buy a figure of Eren Jeager's 🙈) so I am that excited about AOT that I saw this news regarding the movie live-action version of AOT, that the guy who played the role as Eren in there committed suicide a year ago. that's a sad story for me as I was scrolling through the article, but I kind of don't understand why I'm looking further about it, I don't even recognize the actor.
and it was yesterday, morning, as I was scrolling the comment in the movie recap of Koizora, saying that-that guy in the love story committed suicide a year ago. the comment was like, he died in the movie yes, and he's not even here anymore too.
I wasn't expecting, to my dumbness, it was just yesterday morning that—that was him, in the article I scrolled through a few months ago! Now I know why I felt a little weird looking at the picture of the actor, I thought I know him. Turns out, yes, and it broke my heart because everything in that morning was just all sad.
Afterwards, I continued having a productive day. I went outside feeling independent and bought myself some groceries. I was quite having a hard time since then because I barely go out the house and it was just yesterday again that I started going out alone just to buy groceries. I mean, meeting strangers nearby makes me feel weird. Anxious. smh 😂 but everything's fine. I bought the good good stuffs and good good foods! the guard there is seemingly nice to me as well, I feel guided.
as I went home, I rested a little. cleaned and organized my room and the groceries, etc. a little later I prepared to go to the venue where the election is held, and I voted. 🌸 it was a little tiring because the line was long and I kept standing, but thankfully it's already sunset by that moment.
I'm feeling very productive by then, and then as I went home. I thought I was going to have a nice good rest.
Minutes later I received a message from a gc of my classmates, saying the news that one of my classmates just committed suicide.
Man, it made me feel weak and in pain. I don't understand why but I'm trying to accept the fact that this is the reality. Each and everyone is experiencing depression and/or anxiety and it's getting out of control, most of the time.
We had a sudden reunion to ever meet in the funeral of our classmates. His grandma was telling us stories and ranting out her broken heart to us, and I feel her emotions I hugged her. I held her hands making her feel that it's okay to be sad, but at the same time we're here for her/ his family.
I do not even know the right words to say to his grandma, and I can't comprehend how painful it is for all of them. But as I see her eyes, I imagine my grandma being that broken, if I had continued to do it before when I was at my lowest.
I know I was tired already, before we all went to the funeral, the moment I was in my room, about to lay down, but my heart was racing in those seconds we got the news. I had this sudden energy to check on my classmate, who is now resting in peace.
It's crazy that just in the morning, I was sad about the suicide-news, never thought that it's sort of a sign, that I will soon to know by the evening.
Quite productive day, though..
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20 Questions for Writers
Late as per usual, but thank you for the tag @loonysama! 💕
How many works do you have on AO3? 56
What's your total AO3 word count? 555,291
What fandoms do you write for? These days, pretty much only Frozen/Kristanna. Within the last few years, I've written a few Tangled fics, but it's been quite a while since I've been inspired to write any new Rapunzel/Eugene fics. I'd love to dip my toe into writing some other pairings (looking at you, Penelope/Colin - the urge to write for this pair is so strong that it's actually eating me alive) but I've been lacking inspiration lately. If anyone has some inspiration (and time) to spare, please send it my way XD
What are your top five fics by kudos?
Change of Pace (Anna/Kristoff) - 273 kudos
Still Falling For You (Anna/Kristoff) - 148 kudos
In a Crowd of Thousands (Anna/Kristoff) - 79 kudos
A Scarf to Keep Him Warm (Rapunzel/Eugene) - 66 kudos
Positive (Rapunzel/Eugene) - 65 kudos
5. Do you respond to comments? Yes, always - even if it takes me a few weeks/months to get to them.
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? Angsty endings aren't really my thing, so I don't believe I can answer this question lol.
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? Oof, this is a tough one because all of my fics end happily. I don't think I can answer this question either lol.
8. Do you get hate on fics? I have, though not often or recently. I did get a couple of hate comments on Change of Pace back when I was updating regularly, but other than that and some comments on a few old fics on ffn, I don't really get hate (thankfully).
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I do! I primarily write fluffy, intimate, lovey-dovey smut that I *sincerely* hope comes across as sexy.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? I don't write crossovers, sadly.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen? I don't believe so - at least, I hope not.
12. Have you ever had a fic translated? Not to my knowledge.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic? I have, but they've never been published anywhere.
14. What's your all-time favourite ship? Kristanna!
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? All of my WIPs will eventually be finished! Even if it takes me literal years.
16. What are your writing strengths? I think my strengths are that I'm very detail-oriented and that I have a really wide/varied vocabulary.
17. What are your writing weaknesses? Does "actually sitting down and writing" count as an answer? 🙈 In all seriousness, I struggle most with characterization and plotting long fics so that they don't become boring (why is it so difficult to build fics around the specific scenes in my head?!)
18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for fic? I think it's fine, depending on the context. Randomly switching to dialogue in another language for no reason and with no explanation/translation is a little odd to me, but other than that I think it's perfectly fine.
19. First fandom you wrote for? I'd rather not say 🙈
20. Favourite fic you've written? Hmm, this is another tough one and I feel like my favorite shifts from day to day (if I can say I have a favorite at all, that is). For now, I'll say my favorite is Two of Hearts. I'm really proud of that fic and I loved the way I was able to convey the emotions/feelings, the intimacy, and of course, the smut.
Thank you again for tagging me @loonysama! 💕 Tagging anyone else who wants to participate!!
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"Unexpected Encounter"
•Fandom: Duskwood
->⚠️Slight Episode 5 spoiler
•Pairing/Character: Jake x MC
•Word Count: nearly 1.8k
•Genre: AU, some fluff🤭
•Request (1) by @letseatarainbow: Heey! 😊I don't know if you're still taking request or ideas for fics, but in case you do... I have some! (I'm just in Ep.4 so there is a loooot of things idk yet) 🙈First one is an AU where Jake and MC both live in the same city, while most of the game story happens, and they meet by accident in a 7-eleven. MC doesn't know what Jake looks lile, so she doesn't recognize him... but keeps looking at him thinking he resembles kind of what she imagines for Jake's appearance.Jake has a little crush on her (perhaps not so little, he just doesn't admit it out loud yet 🤭) and this thing of her smiling to him, a random guy in a store, makes him think that someday a guy more outgoing than him would smile back, and start talking to her, and they'll be together...He feels quite jealous of this imaginary guy, and just when he start going down insecurity lane, MC sends him a text, which makes him feels better and kind of dumb at the same time, and... Damn it. Now he has to pay for his stuff all blushed.
•Authors Note: At the end of the story
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Strolling along the streets of a big, anonymous city, MC allowed herself to let her mind wander around. Thoughts dancing around the investigation, how she found trust and friendship in strangers so quickly, Jake.
A shiver crawled over MC’s skin. Her clothes and the weather didn’t cooperate well, leaving her to feel slightly too cold for her preference.
The city hasn’t been familiar to her for long, only some months ago she found shelter here.
Occasional smiles slipped onto her lips when a stranger made eye-contact, sending a wave of comfort and gratitude through her own bones. Especially when those strangers smiled back.
After being sealed away in her thoughts, the usual look of the local 7-Eleven brought her back around.
Entering the store, the amenity of warmth seep through MC’s skin. She grabbed one of the shopping baskets, going along her way as she mentally went through her shopping list she thought wasn’t necessary to take with her.
Lively melodies of music mixed with the busy moving and doing of citizens. No one mildly paid attention to one another. Here, nearly everyone cared for themselves, brushing the needs and existence of fellows off their minds. At least that’s what the clichés say.
MC went through the aisles. As slow as possible, as fast as necessary. She wasn’t eager to go outside again.
Spiting her efforts to focus, her mind went different places again. MC was fascinated by Hannah’s friends and the pace at which they dedicated their trust to her, a stranger. She was fascinated by Jake, even more so.
He seemed to be someone special since the get-go. His way of using words was unique to her, the boldness he had when he first approached her, the shyness and hesitation within his replies from time to time and, what she loved the most, Jake’s honesty.
A sudden bump followed by a swift apology and hasty hand grabbing her arm fired her back into reality.
Her own eyes crossed with those of a man whose face was filled with surprise the first moment, shock and dizzy traces of joy the next. MC tilted her head sideways, curiosity of a little puppy struck her features. Something felt familiar.
The already mild grip on her arm softened.
“Thank you for the catch” A subtle tease hid in MC’s voice.
“I nearly ran you over.”
“So?” MC’s smile returned to her lips, various reasons being the cause for this. “You caught me, nothing happened. Pardon the question, but do we know each other?”
“I am afraid not.”
A skeptical look passed over MC’s face. The man occurred to be a resemblance of her guilty-pleasured fantasies of Jake, his slender frame, uncared hair and pale skin and eyes almost perfectly projected her thoughts to the outside.
Of course it was him. God forbid he’d tell her.
Jake’s mind cluttered, filled with questions and blinded emotions. He perceived her cold skin under his hand, now paying more attention to what she was wearing. Her clothing was unsuitable for the temperatures outside.
He released MC from his grip, attempting to distract his thoughts away from her. His efforts met empty results. She was in front of him, his mind prohibited the permission to simply look away, instead studied all details and features her messenger profile failed to show.
MC cleared her throat, promptly blinking away her own thoughts.
“Excuse me. Is there a reason why you’re staring at me so intensely?” She asked sheepishly, unsure if it was truly Jake, whom she could only visualize in her most vivid dreams until now.
Grabbed by embarrassment and feeling like a deer in the headlights, Jake attempt to regain his demeanor.
“Apologies. You have been staring at me as well.”
“Two peas in a pod” MC grinned. Jake’s effort to disguise a smirk threatened to go down the toilet, MC had already picked up on the subtle twitch of the corner of his mouth. “Stay on topic, okay?”
"Why aren't you wearing a jacket?"
“I have overestimated the temperatures and my own cold tolerance” The words left her with joking tones, serving the sole purpose to hide her surprise. There was a gleam inside her eyes, seizing Jake of all his focus.
His next actions weren’t in limits of his conscious control. He slid off his hooded jacket, stretching his arm towards MC and bravely swallowing the doubts lurking around the corners of his sanity.
A dumbfounded look morphed onto her features, heart beating a little faster. She knew it was the only opportunity she might get. She didn’t want to hesitate, didn’t want to think of the possibility of not seeing Jake again for eternity.
MC grasped the jacket, making sure to graze her fingers along Jake’s to savor the briefest of his warmth. Now, that she was certain it was him.
Their goodbye came to fast for both their liking.
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Within the comfort of his own home, Jake’s heart and mind refused to settle. The utter sweetness and kindness of MC’s smile profoundly refused to leave his mind, robbing him of his focused and concentrated demeanor.
Setting down the bag with groceries, he made his way to the couch and opened his laptop. Barely paying a second thought to it he opened MC’s profile. His heart speeded higher as Jake carefully studied her pictures, fascinated by the shine in her eyes, captivated by the brightness her face mirrored into his gotten-dull life.
She was so much more than the photos. Her smile remarkably exceeded anything they captured.
The beating in Jake’s chest fluttered as he thought about MC smiling at him, a stranger who nearly knocked her to the ground with his inattentiveness. He wondered, does she present her gentle smile to anyone who looks her in the eye?
The thought of it made his own fade. Kindness laid rooted deep in MC’s nature, the probability of her doing so was unpleasantly high.
Colville wasn’t known to be friendly nor sympathetic. People here mostly went on with their days, swiftly forgetting any manner of hospitality dedicated to them. Jake’s mind went to unimaginable countless scenarios.
One day a guy more outgoing and providing than Jake may recognize the tenderness, smile back and take MC’s heart by storm. Take her to places he never could, grant her the warmth and love he had locked away for eternity. A guy with the ability to serve a future she’s worthy of.
Images of MC holding this guy’s hand clung to Jake’s mind, making his chest clench and stomach twist. All his attempts to rid of those thoughts ran in vain, leaving him to wish the imaginary hand would be his very own.
He couldn’t provide.
All Jake had of MC were the imaginations he refused to acknowledge. Fantasies enabling him to hold her tight, run his fingers over her cheeks; laying with her, entangled in sheets. Thoughts he felt guilty for having, thoughts he loved to contemplate.
All he had was a chase and inability to meet MC’s emotional needs. It was bordering him to insanity.
The sound of an incoming messaged grabbed Jake off guard, taking him back from imaginations of misery to a skipping heart when he gazed upon her name on his display.
MC, 07:11pm:
“Thank you🙂”
Almost immediately his thoughts swept away. Jake typed and erased a message multiple times. He found himself astounded at the matter of MC texting him almost each time his mind went to her. Admittedly, he knew he had been caught promptly. No indicators of reasons for MC to be thanking him were able to be found in their previous conversation, which laid hours back.
How did she recognize him, so fast at that?
MC, 07:11pm:
“The jacket still smells like you. I like it”
The light prickling of doubt evaded MC’s mind, maybe she was mistaken?
Subtle shades of pink and red inched onto Jake’s face. “I like it”. His heart elevated into a higher speed as her words resonated inside his head. This situation was new to him, what was he bound to say? Hesitantly, he typed the only words he was capable of telling her.
Jake, 07:11pm:
“I am pleased you like it.”
MC, 07:11pm:
“Cat got your tongue? 😋”
Jake imagined the chuckle which likely laid on MC’s lips. The heat on his face started to compete with the Californian summer sun, exceeding to levels he hasn’t felt before. No matter how much he tried, the image in his head was too entrancing to push away.
Jake, 07:12pm:
“A little bit. How did you find out?”
MC, 07:12pm:
“I recognized the jacket. It has been burned into my mind from our first call on”
Jake, 07:12pm:
“Apologies.”
MC, 07:12pm:
“I did not say it was something negative”
Not realizing she did, MC smirked at her phone. Jake had managed to capture a special place in her emotions in the shortest brink of time. Abide that, there was a small desire longing to see him again.
The chat was left in silence. Both were filled with uncertainty and words they wanted, but didn’t dare to say. At least, until MC decided to speak up.
MC, 07:13pm:
“I want to give you your jacket back”
Has it only been a minute?
Jake, 07:13pm:
“I am afraid that won’t be possible at this moment.”
MC, 07:14pm:
“And why not?”
Jake’s forehead wrinkled, eyebrows furrowing to a point they nearly meet in the middle. The truth risked her trust in him to dwindle. The bright smile on his face fell, bit by bit. Somehow, the fact of not being able to meet MC again saddened him as much.
Jake, 07:14pm:
“I will be out of town for an indefinite period of time.”
MC, 07:14pm:
“Why are you lying, Jake?”
MC, 07:14pm:
“What are you afraid of?”
Jake loved this ability of hers, despite it playing against him at the time. Unlike him, she didn’t need emoji’s nor periods, question or exclamation marks to understand emotions and lies behind a simple text message.
He knew their stubbornness would play against them. Jake assumed he’d be the one to back down in this argument. On the other hand, something trusting lingered inside him. Something trusting combined with his logical parts. She’d understand this rather extraordinary truth and back away for her own sake… right?
Jake, 07:15pm:
“MC, I am a hacker wanted by the government.”
MC remained quiet for a brief second, gaze hung on Jake’s message. A mysterious sparkle cradled in her eyes, a low laugh she failed to suppress filling her room. This was so twisted, she would have almost labeled it hilarious. She began to type out a message.
MC, 07:16pm:
“Seems like we share the same fate😄”
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A/N: Hi!💕 Thank you a lot @letseatarainbow for giving me my very first requests, I was so excited about it!! I hope the story meets what you have imagined🌿💕
If there are any inaccuarcies including the 7-Eleven store, I want to apologize, I don't have a 7-Eleven store in the country I live in and I hope you're still able to enjoy the story!🌿
Lastly, thanks a lot to @dreamer-writer-fangirl for helping me out when I was stuck with the story!
See you on the next story!🤭💕🌿
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Right person, right time
Summary: Y/n has been online dating for a while, but she has been having no luck. Everyone continues to encourage her to keep trying, setting her up on random dates with acquaintances. Y/n's best friend, Wanda, has been doing the most. She takes y/n to parties and other social events to set her up with someone, but the truth was that y/n was in love with Wanda, who was in a committed relationship with her boyfriend, Vision, at the time. (one-shot)
Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Reader
Word Count: 4,877
Genre: Fluff, Angst, and a little bit of violence
A/N: I lowkey don't like the ending of this one but whatever 🙈 hope y'all like it
(not my GIF)
"I'm just gonna go to the bathroom," I said to the guy as I excused myself from the table. He was nice, but he felt too naive and young. I mean there's nothing wrong with that, but it's not my cup of tea. I think Peter was his name, he was a couple of years younger than me, but Wanda insisted that there was nothing wrong with a slight age gap. He had a slight frown when I walked off, I think he knew I wasn't going to come back.
I was wearing a short-sleeved black dress that was more casual than formal. I didn't want to go all out for a date that I knew was going to be a fail like all of the others I've gone on over the last 6 months. Ever since Wanda started to date Vision, I felt like I needed to find my own boyfriend while she was occupied with him. I was now outside, the cool breeze running through my bare arms and legs in the early night sky. I opened up my phone to call an Uber and head back to my apartment. The driver came within 5 minutes, he was nice, an old white man who mainly talked about his grandchildren which was cute.
"Did you have a nice night?" he asked me looking straight ahead. "Just a date that didn't spark me any interest," I sighed. "What is your interest then?"
I pondered at the question for a few seconds. "I honestly don't know. I've been going on dates with so many different guys over the last few months and I've felt nothing. All of the relationships with my previous boyfriends never felt real to me," I rambled.
"Maybe you're dabbling in the wrong gender," he suggested with a light chuckle. My eyes widened and a cleared my throat. "Uhm, I'm pretty sure I'm straight."
"Well sweetie, when my husband and I first met, we were best friends. I never knew I actually had feelings for him until one night his girlfriend of 3 years broke up with him and I was the only one there for him. They were about to be engaged, but she knew that their love wasn't true. That night, he and I kissed and I just knew he was the one for me and I for him," he revealed.
I smiled to myself as he gushed about his husband, but I was still taken aback by what he said. Of course I've questioned my sexuality, but I never really experimented because all of my friends were straight and my family was strict on"traditional" values.
"Looks like we're here. I wish you luck with your love life and find your soulmate, or maybe you already have," he winks making me turn red in embarrassment. He drove off once I entered the apartment building and waved. I climbed the stairs to the third floor and looked into my bag to pull out my keys, but I turned back to see that my door was cracked open. My stomach dropped, there was a break in a few weeks ago in the building next door, so I started to carry pepper spray with me just in case.
I crept into my apartment, holding the pepper spray out in front of me and peering my head all around. I heard noises coming from the kitchen and saw that there was someone looking at things in my fridge. "WHO ARE YOU!" I shouted making the person scream. I sighed when I saw Wanda's face drain of color from the fear. "What the hell!" she retorted. "What do you mean what the hell! I should be the one saying what the hell! I thought someone broke in!" I fired back.
"I come here all of the time! Why would you be afraid?" Wanda inquired. I rolled my eyes and slumped on the couch as the adrenaline started to dissipate. "You haven't been here in over a week, that doesn't mean you can just leave the door to my apartment cracked open," I grumbled.
Wanda walked over and sat next to me cross-legged with a pint of chocolate ice cream in her hands and a spoon. "Wow, and now you're eating my ice cream. You could've at least brought a second spoon," I fumed as I turned away in irritation.
"I'm assuming it didn't go well with Peter," she presumed and took a spoonful of ice cream. "He is literally a puppy. I honestly can't do this anymore, I think I'm just not meant to be loved," I lamented. "Dramatic much," Wanda shoved me with her arm, offering a bite of ice cream and I accepted. I rested my head on her shoulder, I could smell the apple cinnamon scent of her shampoo.
"You can't give up, you're such a lovable person. Why don't you just take a break from going on dates and you and I just hang out for a little while. We've been so caught up on our own work that we haven't spent all that much time together. Besides, Vision is going on a trip with Steve and Tony in a few months, so we can go then," she suggested.
"That'd be nice," I muttered. "Wanda?" I asked as I sat up again and taking my head off of her shoulder.
"Yeah?" she raised an eyebrow. "What if..." my voice broke, I wasn't ready to say it. She brought her hand to my face, wiping a tear on my cheek with her thumb. "Hey, what's wrong? You can tell me anything."
"I think I might like girls," I sniffled, tears now streaming down both of my cheeks. She quickly set the empty ice cream pint down on the coffee table before pulling me into a hug. "That's perfectly okay. I accept you and love you no matter what," she assured and rubbed the back of my head while I wept into the side of her neck. But it wasn't okay. It wasn't okay because I think I actually loved her, but I couldn't say that. Not now and not ever. She was in love with Vision, and if I told her that I loved her, then she would get grossed out and would ruin our friendship.
"Thank you," I whispered once I calmed down. We stayed hugging for a long time until I could feel my eyes starting to droop. She was cuddling me on the couch and I didn't want to get up to ruin the moment even though I was still wearing my dress. She drifted off first, but she still was holding on to me. I too soon fell asleep as well in her arms on the sofa.
~One month later~
Wanda set me up with a girl for a date. I was extremely nervous because women intimidated me and I get extremely nervous around them, but Wanda didn't let me back down. She drove me to the restaurant and hyped me up as we parked in front of the building. "You can do this. Remember, if you need to leave then text me. I'll be shopping down the street," she lightly punched my arm. "Go get 'em, tiger."
I rolled my eyes and giggled as I got out of the car and saw the girl standing outside waiting for me. Her red curly hair rested just above her shoulders. She wore a spaghetti-strapped white floral dress with a light blue cardigan that matched her handbag. She was beautiful, definitely out of my league. "Hey! Are you Natasha?" I greeted the pretty woman. "Yes I am, you must be y/n, you looking gorgeous," she smiled kissing my cheek making me blush. I cleared my throat, "shall we?" I hold out my hand and she puts her's in mine and we stroll into the restaurant.
Wanda smiled in the car when she saw the two greeting one another, but she felt pain in her chest seeing y/n's date kiss her cheek. She shrugged off the feeling and pulled away from the restaurant and drove down the street to Urban Outfitters.
I actually was enjoying the date with Nat. There was no awkward tension that was present when I would go on dates with men, it felt more natural and comfortable. My nervousness slipped away and I was more confident. "So, have you ever been with a woman?" she asked playfully. I hesitated, I was afraid she might lose interest if I say no. I have no experience with women whatsoever, but it's better to tell the truth than to get caught in a lie.
"No actually. I came out recently and you're the first woman I've gone on a date with," I blushed and looked down at my plate. "There's nothing to be ashamed of! People come out of the closet at all stages of life, even after being married to someone else for years. I'm glad you were able to figure that out," she smiled reaching over to hold my hand. I return a smile back, the assurance helped to calm me down.
"Do you wanna get out of here?" she whispered with a hint of seduction. Her bare leg began rubbing against mine under the table. My face was filling with warmth, I wasn't exactly comfortable, but she didn't hesitate to grab my hand and pull me outside to her car. She pushed me against the side of her car and crashed lips onto mine with no warning. I have to admit, it felt good, but it also felt wrong. We were breathing heavily, her lips tasted like cherry. My hands didn't know what to do, so I put them around her waist as she put her around my neck.
It was all happening too fast, so I pulled away to catch my breath. "Can we, take this slow?" I panted in between breaths. She cupped my face in her hands, "Of course, I'm sorry I went so fast, but you're just so adorable," she gushed. She put our foreheads together and looked into my eyes with lust. "Do you want to see each other again this weekend?" she asked. I nodded my head and grinned. She gave me a kiss on the cheek as I opened her car door for her. I waved to her as she drove off and I stood there with a giddy smile.
"Damn, already made out on the first date," Wanda chimed in from behind, startling me. "Okay creep, you staring while I made out," I smirked with a raised eyebrow. "Oh shut up, I'm happy for you," she said walking towards me with a bag in her hand. "What'd you buy?" I queried and noticed she held it up to me. "It's for you. Let's say it's a gift to celebrate your first successful date in years," she cheered.
I pulled out a brown leather jacket, one that I've been looking to get for months but never did. "No fucking way! For me?" I beamed. "I love you, I love you, I love you," I sang as I picked Wanda up and spun her around, giving her a kiss on the cheek. Her face turned a bright red, but I tried not to make a big deal out of it, I probably just caught her off guard. "Of course, you deserve it. It's nice to see you not depressed for a change," she chuckled. "I'm gonna take those 'I love you's' back if you keep going," I rolled my eyes walking towards her car.
~2 months later~
Natasha and I have been seeing each other for two months now. She's great and all, but I feel like it's more playful than anything else. All we do is have sex and make out, I barely know anything about her life and her friends which annoys me. When I start asking stuff she just changes the subject or yells at me for wanting to know everything. Nat has also been very irritating about me hanging out with Wanda, I told her she's straight, but she still restricts me from it.
"You've never even made an effort to know me or my friends or anything! What is this? What are we?" I yelled during our last argument. "I can't go on with this if all I am to you is a sex toy," I scolded as I made my way to the door of her house. "Don't contact me again!" she screamed back, so I slammed the door as hard as I could. I put on my brown leather jacket and shoved my hands into my pocket, I could see my breath in the cold night sky. I never got a driver's license, and I would scrape by with rides from Wanda, but I hadn't spoken to her in weeks, so I knew it wouldn't be good to call her right now. I walked about a mile in the dark to get to the nearest bus stop.
Right by the bus stop was a club that was bustling with people and music. After that fight, I think I deserved a drink. I stepped inside and there were so many people that I had to push aside to get to the actual bar. "Is this seat taken?" I asked a guy who was having an intimate talk with this other girl. He turned around and I gasped, "Vision?" His eyes widened, "y/n, what are you doing here?" He growled. "Getting a drink. Is Wanda not with you?" I questioned. The girl he was talking to gave a scowl, "who's Wanda, Vision?" she hissed. "His girl friend of how long now? Almost a year," I shot back making her gasp. She slapped him across the face before storming off. "Helen! Wait! Argh." he huffed.
He turned his head back at me with guilty eyes. "How long have you been cheating on Wanda," I seethed. He took a deep breath, "four months," he sighed. I let out a dry laugh, "she's literally so in love with you and you do this to her? I can't believe you!" I scolded him. "Hey! Don't yell at me when you've been off with your girl toy for weeks!" he retorted. "The nerve you have! I'm leaving and going to tell Wanda right now!" I fumed marching out, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it. "Oh no you're not," he bellowed and stole my phone and threw it on the ground, shattering it. No one even noticed due to the blaring music.
"What the actual fuck," I screamed and stepped on his foot. He let go and I ran out of the club and stood outside with my broken phone. I rubbed my head, not knowing what to do. I stood at the bus stop, but then creepy man walked up to me. I tried keeping my distance and slowly reached into my bag to get out my pepper spray, but he was faster. He punched me in the face, knocking me to the ground and grabbed onto my bag. I thrashed as he was pulling, but he still kept a tight grip. I screamed for help, but everyone was inside of the bar, my screams silenced by the goddamn music.
The man continued to kick and punch me, the pain shot out through my entire body. He gave one final blow right to my face with his foot, and I finally blacked out. Next thing I know I'm on a gurney in the hospital and they're running. I hear them saying things like "internal bleeding" and "broken ribs" and "hematoma", and thanks to my obsession with Grey's Anatomy, I knew that wasn't good. I could barely see anything, my eyes were so swollen and everything was blurry. There was a ringing in my ears, but I was 100% sure when I heard something I recognized.
"Y/n! Oh my god!" Wanda shrieked. I felt her warm hands take ahold of mine and drops of water hitting it. "Ma'am, I need you to go in the waiting room, we're taking her to surgery now," someone said to her. "Is she going to be okay? I need her to be okay," she wept, but the person didn't answer, making Wanda cry harder. I wish I could say something, but I was having trouble forming any kind of sentence in my head. Soon, the pain kicked in and I started screaming, but they hooked me up to something which knocked me out.
I slowly opened my eyes, the light blinded me, but I was relieved that I could see. My head was pounding, but the ringing in my ears stopped. I groaned which alerted the two men standing in white coats in front of me. "Hello there Ms. y/ln, nice to see you awake," the taller man with a beard greeted me. "My name is Dr. Strange and I'm your neurosurgeon, I helped stopped your hematoma, but you do have a pretty severe concussion. I also discovered that you have a brain anuerysm that could have burst any day now, so we're going to clip that for you later so that you're safe from it. We turned the lights down in here to help you recover," he explained. "And I'm Dr. Banner, your general surgeon. You had quite the extensive bleeding in your abdomen and have two broken ribs, but they should heal nicely," the shorter man with curly hair went on." "How long have I been here," I croaked, my voice sore from not speaking and parched.
"Two days," Wanda said leaning against the doorframe with a pint of chocolate ice cream and a spoon. She was wearing my jacket. "And of course you wake up when I leave the room for five minutes," she went on and sat next to me in a chair. "And you can't go two minutes without eating ice cream. And still not a second spoon for me, how thoughtful," I teased. "Well first of all, this is the first one I've had in weeks, second, I didn't think you'd wake up right this second, and third, we share spoons anyways," she stated matter-of-factly.
"We'll leave the two of you alone," Dr. Strange said while shutting the door.
"How are you feeling," Wanda asked with a somber look in her eyes. "I'm okay, feeling sore," I replied. "Can you give me Nat's number, your phone was found broken and I'm sure she's worried sick for you," Wanda pulled out her phone. I gave a wry laugh, "yeah, no. We broke up just before I got mugged. Speaking of which, did they find him?" I questioned. "Yeah they did, his name's Bucky Barnes. He's mugged 5 people in 2 weeks. They caught him using your card at an ATM," she explained. "Why did you two break up?" she looked concerned.
"It just felt like there was no real love between us. All she wanted was sex and making out, and I didn't want that," I shared. "I walked to the bus stop-" I stopped myself, I shouldn't tell her about Vision now I decided. "and then I got mugged right at the bus stop," I concluded.
Wanda put her hand up to my cheek and caressed it, I leaned into the touch. "How are you?" I ask her.
"I'm okay. I have been focusing on work since you've been off and Vision as well. Lots of kids have been coming in with social anxiety which makes me happy since I can relate to them and help them. The one girl with PTSD has gotten much better and the boy with ADD and bipolar-" "hey," I interrupted her. "I asked how are YOU, Not your patients."
She sighed and leaned back in the chair. "Lonely. But more recently, scared and worried for you," she admitted. "Did I cause the loneliness too," I asked guiltily. She turned away, tears welling in her eyes, but she was trying her hardest to supress them. "Vision hasn't been around much either, maybe I just push people away," her voice broke.
"No, no you don't. You are my favorite person. You're so goofy, caring, funny, and beautiful. I'm so sorry I've been so distant lately. I missed you so much," I held out my arms and she collapsed into me in a tight embrace. It hurt, but I didn't care. The apple cinnamon scent filled my nose as we both cried in each other's arms.
Wanda's phone began to ring, so she pulled away to answer. "Hi Vision," she sniffled. "Yeah she's okay. What do you mean? What?" she looked at me and turned away furrowing her eyebrows. "I don't understand. That makes no sense to me whatsoever. I'm going to talk to her, bye," she snapped.
"What's wrong?" I ask trembling. "He said that you were at the club, with him," she muttered. "Wanda, no that's not what happened," I started to explain before she cut me off. "So you two have been all 'buddy-buddy' leaving me off to the side? You call him when you break up with your whore of a girlfriend? Not me? Your 'best friend.' Wow," she laughed dryly.
"Wanda, let me explain," I said, my head began to pound again, but I tried to hide it. "What the hell, y/n! Honestly!" She yelled standing up and staring at me. I rubbed my head, the pain built in my head. "Wanda please quiet down," I plead. "Are you even gay? Like have you been doing other things with Vision?" she continued. Then everything went to shit, it felt like something exploded in my head and I started screaming in agony. It hurt more now than it did when I first came in. The monitors were beeping like crazy, but they were barely coherent from my crying.
Dr. Strange rushed in saying that my aneurysm ruptured and they ran me up to surgery to stop the bleeding before it was too late. They put me under again and the pain finally stopped.
I woke up again, this time to a sleeping Wanda who was slumped in the hospital chair. She was wearing pajamas, but still wore my brown leather jacket. I just stared at the ceiling, not saying anything to disturb her. It looked like she hadn't slept in a long time, her eye bags were prominent and I could see dry tears on her cheeks. I had to explain what happened, but only if she'd let me.
My throat was extremely dry and I could see a water cup on the side table next to me, but moving anything hurt. I winced as I leaned to the side, but I gave up with a sigh. Wanda's hand grasped the cup, which had a straw, and brought it towards my mouth. I took a sip and looked up into her green eyes. They were welling with tears again. Once I let go of the straw, she put the cup down and climbed into bed and cuddled me, her head on snugged onto my chest.
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," she whispered, sniffling every few seconds. "Helen Cho found my number and told me what happened at the bar, I should've listened to you, but then I almost killed you. I don't deserve you."
I slowly brought my hand up to her face and made her look at me. "It's okay. I'm okay. I'm not mad at you. And I don't see how you don't deserve me when I can't live without you, Wanda," I consoled her, brushing my fingers through her hair with my hand. She had confusion in her eyes, eyebrows furrowed. "I'm just gonna say this because now I know I can't leave this Earth without telling you how much I love you. I'm in love with you Wanda," I confessed finally.
She took a second to process what I said before scooting up on the bed to hug me tightly. Again, I didn't care about the pain. "I love you, too," she breathed as if she's been holding it in for so long. Her face was buried into my neck, and we stayed that way for some time.
"I want to kiss you," she admitted. I smiled, my cheeks turning a rosy red. "I would love that, but, I don't want our first kiss to be me in a hospital bed with my ass out," I laughed which also caused her to as well, her nose scrunched which made butterflies flutter in my stomach.
It's been two weeks since I've been home from the hospital. Wanda has been taking care of me, but I'm basically back to full health, I just have to wear sunglasses for awhile and not carry anything too heavy. We've cuddled a lot, but I haven't had the nerve to kiss her yet. Maybe I'll finally do it today.
I called Pietro to ask him and see if he could come down and surprise her this afternoon on our boat ride in the park. She hasn't seen him in so many months and all this week she's been telling me stories about their childhood, so I figured she misses him. I called her favorite restaurant, a family-run authentic Sokovian restaurant, and made a reservation for tonight. And lastly, I was going to take her to our favorite ice cream place at night and go to a drive in movie theater since I was allowed to watch TV again, still wearing my glasses though.
She could tell I was hiding something, but I just told her I had an exciting day planned for us. I stole my leather jacket back from her and wore it before heading out, she huffed a bit, but she was happy to see me in my signature look. She drove us to the park and we walked around a large lake towards the dock. We were about to board the boat until I saw Pietro coming from behind Wanda and he shushed me from a distance, so I looked away to pretend I didn't notice. He put his hands on Wanda's shoulders and screamed which scared the crap out of her. The two of us laughed while she punched him in the arm before hugging him. He joined us on the boat ride, he rowed most of it because I wasn't allowed to do any strenuous activities, but I'm a great rower in my books.
He had to leave because his band was going to perform in LA tonight and it's a two hour drive, so we said goodbye. Wanda hugged me for bringing him, she did miss him a lot. It was now time to go to the restaurant for dinner, so I took her home first and made her wear something formal. I wore a three-piece tux I got recently while she wore a flowy black dress that showed off her shoulders and she curled her hair. I couldn't take my eyes off of her, but we had to get going if everything was to go according to plan.
We arrived at the restaurant and all of her favorite foods were already set out on the table for us to eat. "Oh my god, I'm gonna rip the dress from all of this food," she exclaimed. The food made us euphoric, the paprikash was by far the best. The chicken literally melted in our mouths. However, I wasn't going to let our full stomachs going to get in the way of the rest of our night.
The drive in theater was about an hour away, so it gave us time to make room for ice cream. The truck was quaint, but it was known to have the best ice cream in the region, to us at least. "One large cup of chocolate please," I asked. The lady gave me two spoons, but I put one back and Wanda laughed. We took turns eating the ice cream while talking about whatever came into our heads.
Now for the big reveal, the movie. We parked the car in the middle and lied down on the hood of the car. I brought pillows and blankets so that we'd be comfortable, which was great planning on my part. "Are they playing Mulan?" Wanda squealed. "I pulled some strings," I smirked and Wanda cuddled me tighter. We both knew how the movie played out after watching it about 20x over the last 3 years, but it was our comfort movie. Once it ended, something else started to play. A video of me and Wanda, it included pictures and videos of the years we've known one another. I scrapped it together while I was told not to be staring at screens, but what can a girl hopelessly in love do?
"You made this?" Wanda's voice cracking with tears in her eyes. "Of course," I said warmly. "I love you, Wanda Maximoff, and I was wondering if I could finally kiss you." "It's about time you asked," she said scooting up to my face and finally locking her lips with mine. It was intoxicating, electrifying. It felt like my lips recognized hers from previous lifetimes. It was perfect. She was perfect.
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Hi Becca I saw that you aren't in a good spot right now and I just want to say that you're the strongest person out there! It seems like you have a lot on your plate and that you have a lot of changes to make to better yourself! If you don't mind me asking, what do you plan to change? Whatever it is you're strong and beautiful and have got all of our support!
Hey honey, thank you so much for checking in, you’re so kind, I feel so loved you have no idea how much this meant to me 🥺
But I do plan to change quite a lot over the next few months and I’m really excited about it!
I think I’ve definitely decided I’m going to quit my part time job. It’ll break my heart to do it but I really don’t need to be there. Some days are so much fun but most days are just exhausting and all that time could be better spent doing other things. I’m going to get to the start of January and see them through the busy holiday period and then I’m going to leave so they aren’t short staffed bc we’re already short.
So then I’ll have a Saturday free so I’ll dedicate it to my masters! I’m going to do all my classes on a Saturday bc at the minute, I do one class a night on weekdays after I finish work and it’s hard getting motivated. I stay in my office to 9/10pm every night to get the classes done and then drive an hour home so I’m pretty exhausted by that stage. I think I’ll maybe go back to my local library to study too! I used to spend so much time there and I got so friendly with the librarians but I haven’t been able to spend as much time there as I used to and I’ve really missed it! Plus I get so distracted at home so being in the library makes me more productive!
So that means I’ll have my weeknights free and I can leave the office at about 5/6pm! And I really want to get back into fitness. I have a gym membership at uni but I get a lot of anxiety about going alone, I’m always scared I won’t know how to work the machines and I’ll look silly so I don’t use them. But I’ve decided I’m going to get a Personal Trainer! I think that’ll really help me bc I’ll always have someone there who can explain how to use everything and how to improve my form. Fitness is something that really slipped for me these past few months. Back when I started this job in July, I’d train 5 nights a week and run a 5k on a Sunday morning but since then, all of that has stopped. I know exactly how I want my body to look and I’ll get there! I think I just need a little extra help with it.
And I’m going to redecorate my bedroom! It sounds really silly but at the moment, my room is all red and black and it doesn’t really inspire me to wake up in a good mood 😂 and it’s usually a mess because I don’t have the energy to tidy up more than once a week. So I always get to a Sunday morning and feel like shit because I have a week’s worth of tidying to do. I’ve bought all my new bedding, it’s a really gorgeous baby pink colour and I just need to get wallpaper/ paint and curtains and I’ll be ready to start!
But I’m starting small! I’ve booked an appointment with my hairdresser next week and I’m really looking forward to it! Not sure what kind of cut I’m going for yet so if anyone has any suggestions, I’d love them! I’m going to get the couple of piercings in my ears that I’ve been wanting too, I’ve always wanted to get my nipples done but I’m still debating those 🙈 think I’ll stick to just putting holes in my ears for now
I’m going to make the time for all the things I want to do but haven’t had the time for recently. I’ve built up so much overtime and annual leave from work that there’s no way I’ll be able to use it all so I’m just going to take it as I please! I’m going to book time off and I’m going to treat my bestie and I to a spa day and a really nice dinner because I know she’s underappreciated rn and it’s not okay! I’m going to take time off to go shopping with my mum and I’m going to take a few hours here and there to take my granny out for lunch and do her cleaning for her (for context, she’s 87 so she wouldn’t want to go on a full day out, just in case you think I sound really mean for not giving my granny the same kind of time 😂)
I know I’ve talked a whole lot here but I’ve been thinking about it for ages now and with the way I felt the other night, I really need to commit to it for my own good. And I’m hoping that this change will give me the time to write more and read all the books I’ve been stockpiling (it’s an absolute sin that I got a signed copy of the Secret Barrister’s new book and still haven’t been able to open it yet 🙈)
But thank you so much for your kindness, really it means the world to me because I certainly haven’t been feeling very strong recently. I’m tearing up even just thinking about how tough this month has been and I can’t pinpoint anything that I’ve done for my own well-being besides write on here. I’m going to do more that makes me feel good and spend less time obsessing over little things and maybe try to stop vaping too lmao
#asks answered <3#anon#personal#Im gonna commit to this!#hyped myself up this morning in to he only way I know how#took some cute pics in some nice new underwear lmao#the confidence that can give??#telling myself they’re my ‘before’ pics#and then I’ll have a point of reference#for when I actually get to the body I want
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