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itsmealaiah · 4 months

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Could you write a streamer au with Tom, so their recording a video to post where reader does his makeup and is straddling his lap. But he was teasing them on purpose and when reader finally gave in they went to turn the camera off but he’s like “no, no, leave it on.”

(Btw love the work💕)

tom with makeup> and thank you!!

See how good I make her feel?

tags/ warnings: camera smut, p in v, head (f receiving), fingering, begging, cursing, slight dacryphilia.

MDNI ⚠️

pairing: 2015 tom x fem.

a/n: He's so fucking hot

Your POV:

I was setting up the live stream with tom's help, getting everything ready and in place. The viewers had suggested we do a little makeup tutorial with tom, and we agreed. Well, I agreed, he just nodded solemnly and didn't quite say another word for the rest of the time.

"Alright! I finished with the setup!" I beamed, turning to face tom. "Love, do we really have to do this? You know I hate makeup" He whined, burying his head into my neck. I laughed, running my hands through his soft, silky hair. "Yes we have to! We both agreed" I reminded him, trying to soothe him. I grabbed some blush and mascara from my dresser, and placed it in front of the camera.

"I think we're all good!" I clapped my hands together. Tom walked over to me, and pulled up a chair to sit down on while I worked my magic. Tom pressed the button to go live, and I greeted the fans cheerfully. "Hey guys!" I exclaimed, trying to get in the frame of the camera. I carefully took a seat on one of tom's legs, my back to him. "Since you all wanted me to do a little makeup tutorial on tom, we're going to do just that. He's going to be so pretty" I teased him playfully, turning my head to look at him.

He hung his head low, sighing. "Please no" He begged once again, and I shook my head. "Don't be like that!" I scolded, grabbing my makeup supplies, dipping the brush into the powder. I applied some, and stroked tom's cheek with the blush, soon leaving a faint pink mark streaking along his face. He was frowning still, so I scooted closer, knowing he felt me grinding on his thigh slowly while finishing up with the makeup.

His breath hitched in his throat, and he gulped, his adam's apple bobbing up and down. I began to put some more blush, layering it onto his face even more, til they were a rose tint, and I smiled in satisfaction. "Perfect" I admired my work, and leaned over to grab my mascara. "Now stay still, if you don't I may accidentally poke your eye out" I warned jokingly. His eyes widened in fear. "What?" He spoke in anxiousness. "Schatz I don't think that's a good idea" He tried convincing me, but I wouldn't budge. "I don't think so" I argued, beginning to lather some on his short eyelashes.

He huffed, crossing his arms over his defined chest. I could see his arms flex, the muscles slightly straining. I widened my eyes, the pupils lowering just a bit. My heart began to race just a little bit, but I did my best to play it off, act like nothing was wrong. When I was done, I grabbed his chin, making his eyes face me so I could see if anything was looking wrong. There wasn't, to my luck, and I let go. "And there you have it!" I told the fans, turning my head to the phone. "Tom with makeup" I giggled a little.

I slowly began to grind a little more on his leg, the sensation between my legs getting more heated within seconds. I kept on smiling, reading the comments the fans left. They were so cute, telling us tom looked so cute, that they loved this look on him. "He does look cute like this" I agreed, kissing him gently on the lips, attempting to get a reaction out of him. I broke the kiss to answer more comments, and that's when I felt tom's slender fingers slip into my shorts, sliding my underwear to the side. My eyes widened, knowing what he was going to do.

His fingers were rubbing up and down my sensitive folds, getting them wet, which wasn't a very big problem. I was already soaking through my lace panties, so he just thrust them in, and I gasped, attempting to keep what he was doing by taking the phone into my hands, focusing it on me and tom's faces. He looked at the many questions, and finally chose one.

"How long have you both been together for?" He read, and looked at me. I gulped, and tried to answer without my voice fucking cracking. "well" I began, and I sounded normal. "we began to date in early two-thousand and eight, and we were on and off before we finally decided that we weren't going to keep splitting up, so now we're together forever" I smiled feebly, his fingers were beginning to curl, and I could feel my stomach twist, forming the knot I was oh so familiar with.

The pleasure was overwhelming as hell, and I could barely contain myself. Each thrust, each swipe at the spot which made me melt, nearly had me screaming for more, for him to keep going, but I couldn't, and I hated it. He leaned forward, hot breath against my ear. "Let's go to the bed schatzi, I need you so badly" He whispered, pulling me up with him. I went to turn the camera off, but he stopped me. "Just leave it on love" He demanded, and I looked back between him and the phone, my mind fighting me in turning it off, and having privacy for whatever the hell was going to happen with tom, or leave it on, and get banned from the platform, possibly reported on by multiple news outlets in a matter of hours.

"You okay there schatzi?" He asked, to which I nodded, letting him lead me over to the bed, anxious for what he was planning. He laid me on the bed gently, caressing my arms softly, rubbing them as I sank onto the mattress. He kissed my neck, and I subconciously lifted my head back so he could have more access to my skin. The thought of what was going to happen to us after thousands saw what we are doing right now, was filling my mind more than the pleasure tom's lips were causing me.

I looked over at the phone, still on, meaning those eyes were witnessing our every move, every touch, and I got scared. "Tom, please turn the phone off, I don't want them to watch" I muttered, pushing his head away from my neck. He sighed, and walked over to the desk, and I thought he was going to turn it off, but instead, he brought it closer to us, and fear immediately swarmed throughout my body. "Tom?" I laughed quickly, trying to scoot away from the viewer's prying eyes, but he pinned me down.

"Just relax dear, they're probably all going to leave soon" He tried to reassure me, but it didn't do much when I began to breathe more heavily, my chest rising up and down very rapidly. "shh" he soothed, lips wrapping around my neck once again. I moaned as he created more deep marks on my skin, goosebumps spreading along my arms. I began to calm myself a little, grounding myself as he slid my top off along with my shorts that he was toying with not too long ago.

Sitting beneath his strong frame, arms surrounding either side of my head, I was giving into him, letting him do whatever he wanted. He used his legs to tower above me, unclasping my bra strap so my breasts were completely exposed to his lust-filled eyes. He planted his fingers into the sides of my silky panties, dragging them down my legs at an agonizingly slow pace. He leaned down to kiss me, tongue demanding dominance as it slid into my mouth, exploring the skin. I whined into his mouth as he kissed me deeply, squeezing my arms tightly.

I fell limp against his tight hold, my body giving out. He smiled against me, and his lips left my own. I whimpered from the loss of touch, sighing. "I'm not done yet love" He grinned, trailing kisses down from my chest to my core, and I gasped. His fingers traced small circles around my aching clit, and I arched my back, desperate for some friction. "Aw, my baby's so needy for me" He cooed from my core, as his tongue slowly made its way into my hole.

I cried out at the pleasure, throwing my delicate hands into his hair. "Shit love, that feels so fucking good" He moaned, the noise vibrating my body. I shivered at the feeling, it felt too good to be true. I lifted my hips up to him providing him more movement, and his eyes widened, drunk off me. His tongue was thrusting in and out, fingers rubbing harshly, leaving me a complete mess under his touch.

It felt so, so good, and the knot in my stomach was nearing at each rub, each thrust. I soon released, my juices coating his tongue and face as he licked all of it up. I fell onto the bed, my hips plopping down lazily. "Good girl" He complimented, starting to rid himself of his pants and shirt. I was happy he finally was giving me what I wanted-him. He threw the clothes across the room, leaving his bare, muscular body revealed to me. Just the sight was enough to make me come again.

He lowered himself again, hands planting themselves onto my chest for grip, and the head of his length slowly made its way inside me. I stopped him when he was beginning to slide in. "It hu-hurts" I whined. We hadn't done this in so long, with his tourings and my busy work schedule, we had barely any time for ourselves. So, with this, I lost my high libido, and I was almost certain the same was for him.

"You can take it love, it's okay, I'm being as gentle as I can though" He caressed my cheek, attempting to calm me. I sighed happily, and he made his way in fully, bottoming out inside me. I gasped at the feeling of being so full, and he began pounding in and out, leaving my body rocking back and forth, the headboard hitting the wall with such force the wall may as well have cracked right there and then. We were going into so much trouble with our hijinks, but I didn't care. I had let my fear go, and now my mind only had the sight of him in my mind, my thoughts.

He was quite big, so he never fully slid out, only leaving an inch in each time he thrust. I was feeling the full effects of him on me, every inch buried in my stomach, and it felt like heaven on earth, having him with me. I could see a little bulge in my stomach, and my knees felt weak. "So good baby, doing s'well for me, being so good" He cooed again, my walls fluttered around him, and he moaned. "I need you so badly tom" I whined, wrapping my legs around his waist. I had a hold on him, and I never wanted to let go, certain he didn't either. I was letting out so many noises, so much pleasured sobs, I was on the verge of collapsing.

He was going in and out at an inhuman rate, making me cry out, tears beginning to stream down my cheeks. He kissed me roughly, almost as if he was intentionally trying to tear my lips, to make them bleed dry. I could barely keep my eyes open, and I groaned his name as I released on his cock, my juices once again spilling all over him. My thighs shook with the force, and soon after, he came, my wallks milking his cock for all he was worth. I collapsed, him still sitting inside me.

"See how good I make her feel?" He questioned to the phone, gesturing to my worn out body lying sleepily on the mattress. I was ready to fall asleep, let the tiredness take over my weary body, when tom pulled out, and turned off the phone. I was waiting for his warm, comforting body to return so I could hold him, feel him. He laid down next to me, capturing my sensitive body in his, wrapping his arms around me, peppering my forehead with soft, butterfly-like kisses. "So proud of you my dear" He says in between kisses, and I fall asleep, head nuzzled deeply into his bare, hot chest.

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soft-girl-musings · 9 months

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Last Night -- Chapter 1 (MIA)

chapter 2 chapter 3

cross-posted to ao3

Jake Lockley x fem!Reader

tags: baby's first angst, potential misuse of alcohol, protective Jake, brief allusion to Marc/Steven

wc: 1,045

fic summary: You're usually tight-lipped about your frustrations, especially when it comes to Jake. But a drink too many leaves you spilling your thoughts one by one.

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You aren't usually this late.

Jake sighs as he drums his fingers on the countertop, checking his phone for the tenth time in a minute.

He sighs again. You'd said 8 o'clock, right? The stovetop clock glows mercilessly up at him. An hour since you said you'd be home for dinner. And no text from you. The phone's in his hands again, thumb hovering over your number.

He said he'd stop calling so often. He'd promised.

As your relationship has progressed, Jake has tried to dial back his instinct to protect you. He'd assumed the role of your bodyguard almost immediately: his hand gripping yours a little too tight, sizing up every passerby when you're out together.

"Jake, relax," you always tell him. "You look like you're going to kill someone." The gentle touch of your hand always brings him back down, making him bite his tongue before he admits that he would, he'd do anything to keep you from a modicum of what he knows people are capable of. If it meant roughing up the occasional barista or store clerk when they look at you the wrong way, he'd do it in a heartbeat. Do it for you.

But you don't want him to, at least you haven't told him otherwise. What you did tell him is that you don't enjoy being hounded for updates like you have a curfew.

So there Jake stands: phone in hand, mind racing through every possible reason why you haven't called him back.

Before he locks his phone and puts it away, it starts buzzing, your name lighting up the screen.

He answers quickly. "Dios, cariño, I was worried–"

"Hey Jake," a tense voice cuts him off from the other line. Not your voice.

His jaw clenches. "What's going on, where's–"

"She's safe, we went out for drinks, but, um." The stranger hesitates, the bustle of whatever bar you're in filling the silence. It doesn't sound like your scene, it's too busy. "She's had too much to drink, and she's– someone suggested we call you to pick her up. Can you?"

Jake's rushing out the door, coat and keys in hand before your friend finishes speaking. "Text me the address."

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He's sure he broke a couple of laws getting to your location, speeding downtown in record time.

His instinct was right: the dimly lit, bass-bumping establishment really isn't your usual scene. Adjusting his cap, he steps inside. It's impossibly dark, and he has no idea which friends you're with. He scans the main area once, twice, his heart rate skyrocketing. Every second without you in his line of sight means anything could have happened to you.

"Jake?" That voice. He turns to see one of your work friends rounding the corner, your phone in hand. She's timid as she approaches. Jake shakes himself, forcing a more neutral expression. You've told him you're not one to flaunt your "scary dog privilege" by his side, and he took that as your way of saying he makes your friends nervous.

"Thanks for calling me." He tries to sound sincere, but his urgency forces the words out more harshly than he'd prefer. "Where is she?"

Your friend nods and leads him to the rest of the group.

A couple of other girls from your workplace sit on either side of you on a plush couch, tucked in the corner of the bar. You cradle your head in your hands, shaking it as you seem to ramble on and on about something Jake can't quite hear. He notices the copious shot glasses on the table– the majority of which are piled in front of you.

His jaw clenches. You told him you didn't drink. "I hate the person I become if I have even a drop," you'd insisted when he'd once offered to buy you something.

The friend who'd called him appears by his side. "She had a hard week, so we figured we'd go out tonight. We didn't– we didn't know she was such a lightweight." She doesn't speak with condescension; her eyes never leave you, and they're filled with pity. "But she insisted."

Jake runs a hand over his face, processing the situation. You never mentioned you were having a hard week. If he'd known, he could have fixed it. He could have prevented the scene you were so close to causing, your overindulgence clearly taking its toll. He could have– should have– been here.

Jake turns back to your friend and takes your phone when she offers it. "I've got her from here... thank you." They exchange a knowing look before he's swiftly by your side.

"Hey, cariño," he offers warmly, kneeling next to you. He takes your hand in his, rubbing circles on your palm the way he usually does.

You look a mess, even in the dim room: your eyes glistening with tears that make mascara run down your flushed cheeks, your mouth fixed in a frown as you carry on, not registering Jake's presence.

"...And I swear, it wasn't even my fault the deadline got pushed up, but Evan had to keep being a jerk about it–" You stop your slurred speech when you feel his hand squeeze yours. Eyes squinted, you lean in, scanning over his features. Your free hand lazily pats his head.

"Jake." You almost sneer in recognition. Your tone makes him flinch, but he grasps your hand all the same.

"Querida," he begins again, urging you to look at him. "I think we should go home."

He stands to bring you to your feet, but you protest. "N-no, we were just talking– Jake, come on." Your friends scoot over as you’re guided up, Jake’s hands firmly on your waist when you waver. "Don't baby me," you warn, your voice unusually low. Jake's hold on you loosens, but he doesn't budge.

He murmurs back, "Then work with me. Please." The look in your eyes– glassy, but with an unfamiliar intensity behind them– sends a chill down his spine.

You straighten yourself, pushing his hands away. "Let's just go," you huff. You make your way to the door, careful not to stumble as you walk. Jake turns to the group, already distracting themselves with their own drinks, and follows you outside.

You need to talk.

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A/N: I can't believe this story came together so quickly; I'm excited to finish the next 2 parts. This was loosely based on Morgan Wallen's "Last Night" (which is v out of left field for me genre-wise).

Thank you for reading!

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loveroftoomanyfandoms · 6 months

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Cooking Up Love, Chapter 13

Pairing: Chef!Matt Murdock x F!Journalist!Reader

Rating: T

Story Summary: Here

Warnings/Tags: Hallmark levels of fluffy, cheesy goodness (and speed that their relationship develops, lol), no use of Y/N, Matt is not a vigilante, idiots in love, misunderstandings, minor Foggy/OFC

Word Count: ~3200

A/N: We're almost to the end! Thank you to everyone who has read, liked, and commented on my little self-indulgent Chef AU -- y'all keep me writing!

As always, thanks to @theradioactivespidergwen for the line break -- it's being put to good use!

Tag List: @yarrystyleeza @hailey-murdock @mattkinsella @bellaxgiornata @danzer8705 @chezagnes @shouldbestudying41 @thepunisherfrankcastle @mattmurdocks6thscaleapartment @roseslovedreams

"Wait, Matt actually accused you of screwing him over and using him just to make a name for yourself?" Skyler asked as you sat in your kitchen together after work later that evening. "I don't remember anything in your article worth him getting upset over when I read it yesterday."

You shook your head. "That's because there wasn't anything! I absolutely raved about both his culinary skills and his food, I talked about how much care and consideration he puts into perfecting his recipes, and I even mentioned his volunteer activities at Clinton Church."

Skyler shook her head. "Walk me through the conversation again."

"I emailed him my article then decided to call him a little later to let him know that I had sent it over. He seemed a bit put off but I wasn't sure if he was still upset with me over running out on him the other night or if something else was bothering him, so I asked him if he had read it. Suddenly he just went off on me, saying how all journalists were exactly alike and how we're always looking for the next big scoop no matter who we screw over in the process, then he said that he thought I actually cared about him and that I was no longer welcome at Daredevil."

Your voice broke, the hurt and anger in Matt's voice upsetting you all over again. "The worst part of it is that I do care about him, Sky, I -- I think I might have been falling for him."

Skyler reached out and gave your hand a gentle squeeze. "Oh, honey, I'm so sorry."

You shook your head with a sniffle. "I hate to admit it, but maybe Kelsie was right and Matt was just stringing me along but got tired of waiting until my article was actually published to stop speaking to me, so he just made an excuse."

Skyler made a face. "Ugh. First off, don't ever use the phrase 'Kelsie was right' in my presence ever again. Secondly, didn't you say that he opened up to you about some personal stuff but asked you to keep it off the record?"

You nodded. "Yeah, and I did. I didn't mention anything to do with that in the article."

You pulled up your work email on your phone, opening the attachment you had sent Matt so you could read over it once again. "I didn't even -- wait, what is this?"

You scrolled through the document, your blood turning to ice in your veins. "Oh shit. Oh no, no , no, no, no, no. "

A look of alarm crossed Skyler's face. "What's wrong?"

"This isn't my article."

"What? What do you mean, that isn't your article?"

I mean , the article I sent Matt is not the article I wrote, Sky." You handed your phone to Skyler. "It's got my name on the byline, but I didn't write this. It's no wonder Matt was so pissed at me though -- this article is a smear campaign."

Skyler's eyebrows raised as she read through it. "Someone had to have switched the documents. Did you leave your computer unlocked and unattended at any point today?"

You shook your head. "No, of course not, I--"

You sighed. "Wait, yes. I was getting ready to send my article to Matt when Kelsie told me I had a package downstairs that I had to go personally sign for."

Skyler raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess, there was no package."

You nodded. "Exactly."

Skyler tapped at your phone screen. "Um, did you also send it to Max and Carrie and tell them Ellison approved your article and said to go ahead and send it to them?"

You shook your head. "No, why?"

"Because it looks like you did."

"What?" You grabbed your phone, scowling as you saw that the same attachment had been sent to the people who handled the layout for the physical paper as well as the digital edition. "Oh, but hell no. It's a good thing you caught that."

Skyler shook her head in disbelief. "That absolute bitch. I'm going to destroy her."

You sighed. "I don't know how I'm going to prove Kelsie is the one who wrote it and planted it on my PC though."

Skyler grinned. "Oh, I do. You didn't know that you can see who the original author of a document is and look at a document's editing history, did you?"

You shook your head.

"I bet Kelsie didn't either. I need your laptop."

You retrieved your laptop and pulled the document up on it before letting Skyler take over.

After a few clicks, Skyler nodded. "Sure enough. Not only is she listed as the original author of the document, but her digital signature is all over it."

You shook your head. "We need to go talk to Ellison."

You sent him a text message. Are you still at the office? I need to talk to you about something important.

A few seconds later, he replied. Yeah, still here trying to get this editorial column done. What's up?

I'll be there in 10 minutes. Don't go anywhere.

You saved the file to a flash drive, grabbed your keys, then you and Skyler practically ran to the Bulletin.

As soon as you got there, you booted up your computer and printed a copy of Kelsie's fake article. "Okay, let's go talk to Ellison."

You picked up the printout of Kelsie's fake article from the printer before you and Skyler headed to Ellison's office.

He looked up at the two of you tiredly. "Whatcha got for me?"

"Sabotage," Skyler replied. "As well as sneaky, underhanded, unethical so-called journalism."

Ellison's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"I have reason to believe that Kelsie swapped my Restaurant Week article out with a fake one in an attempt to discredit me," you explained.

You set the copy of the fake article down on Ellison's desk. "I wound up sending this to Chef Murdock, who was understandably upset by it and is how I caught it. And not only that, but Kelsie sent it to Max and Carrie while I was away from my computer."

Ellison's eyebrows raised as he read the fake article. "What makes you so sure it was Kelsie?"

Skyler scoffed. "Isn't it obvious? She's an evil, backstabbing bitch."

You shook your head. "Kelsie's had a personal vendetta against me ever since I got promoted to Features and has been going around all week accusing me of 'stealing' the Restaurant Week feature out from underneath her."

"And she's been saying all sorts of horrible things about Chef Murdock," Skyler added before pointedly looking at you. "Things that probably aren't even true."

Ellison sighed. "I knew she wasn't very happy with me for passing the Restaurant Week feature to you, but I wouldn't have suspected that she'd actually resort to sabotage."

He set the article down. "However, you both know that simply providing me with a copy of an allegedly-written article isn't enough. I need solid proof."

Skyler set the flash drive down on Ellison's desk. "Here's your proof. You'll notice that Kelsie is the original owner of the document and has edited it multiple times, and I bet if you look on her computer you'd find it there as well."

"Plus if you review the security footage from around 1:30 today you'll probably see her poking around at my desk." You set copies of the time-stamped emails sent to Max and Carrie. "She sent me on a wild goose chase trying to find some package I needed to personally sign for while she sent the fake article to Max and Carrie for publication."

"I wouldn't be surprised if she was behind the email server conveniently going down on Wednesday afternoon so you couldn't email your article to Mitch then," Skyler added. "It's a good thing you decided to print it and turn it in anyway."

Ellison sighed. "Do you still have your original file?"

You nodded. "She deleted it off of my computer here at work but I keep a copy of all of my articles on an external hard drive at home."

"Good. As soon as you get home, resend it to Max and Carrie marked urgent and CC me so I'll also have it digitally. In the meantime, I'll get Phil to pull the security footage from today."

"Okay." You bit your lip. "Um, is it okay if I take Monday off? After the week I've had I need a mental health day."

Ellison looked at you sympathetically and nodded. "Yeah, sure. And for what it's worth, I'm sorry for all this."

You shrugged. "Not your fault. What I don't get though is why Kelsie also chose to go after Chef Murdock so hard."

"I think I can answer that," Skyler said, handing you her phone. "Take a look at Kelsie's Facebook."

You looked at her latest post, which was a picture of her cozying up to a handsome, dark-haired, blue-eyed man. Romantic weekend away with my love, the photo was captioned. "So?"

Skyler shook her head and pulled up Kelsie's boyfriend's profile. "See who she's dating?"

Your eyebrows raised as you read his bio. "Huh, yeah, I guess that makes sense now."

Skyler showed it to Ellison. "Did you know this?"

Ellison shook his head. "No, I had no idea. It does explain why she was pushing so hard about getting the feature switched back though."

You nodded. "That way she could control the narrative."

Ellison sighed. "Let me go ahead and call Phil. Don't forget to CC me on that correction to Max and Carrie so it's documented."

You nodded. "Okay."

"I'll send out a staff-wide memo on Monday after everything is said and done, but in the meantime, don't say anything to anyone else on staff about this. I don't want it getting back to Kelsie so she can try to cover her tracks."

You and Skyler both nodded. "Yes, sir."

As you left the office and were headed back down the elevator, Skyler asked, "So what are you going to do about Matt? Still want me to kick his ass for you?"

You let out a light laugh. "No, that's okay. I'll just… move on, I guess? I mean, I'm going to send my actual article to him but he made it pretty clear that he didn't want anything else to do with me so I doubt he'll even open my email."

"Then it's his loss."

You stepped out of the elevator as the doors opened. "Thanks, Sky."

Skyler bit her lip. "What about Foggy? You think I should cancel my date with him tomorrow?"

You shook your head. "No way. Just because it didn't work out with me and Matt doesn't mean you shouldn't at least give Foggy a chance."

You gave her a wink. "Besides, just because I'm not welcome at Daredevil doesn't mean that you can't bring me some takeout from there, especially if you're dating the other owner."

Skyler laughed and gave you a hug. "Thanks, bestie."

"Let me know how it goes, ok?"

Skyler nodded. "I will."

You headed home and grabbed your laptop so you could send the correct article to Max and Carrie, CCing Ellison on the email with the explanation "Sorry, wrong attachment sent. Please use this attached copy in the print and online editions on Monday." .

You opened a new email and attached the correct file.

To: [email protected]

Subject: Explanation About Bulletin Article

Attachment: Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

You took a deep breath.

Dear Matt,

You probably won't even open this email, but I wanted to let you know that the article I sent you earlier today was not the article I had written about you, nor is it the article that will be appearing in Monday's edition of the Bulletin. Long story short, someone else on staff replaced the file for my article (which I had given a hardcopy of to my editor for approval on Wednesday) with the one I erroneously sent you earlier today.

I promise I never meant to hurt you and I swear I would never use you (or anyone else, for that matter) just to get a lead on a story or try to pad my portfolio. This past week was one of the best of my life and it was genuinely a pleasure spending time with you and getting to know you… both inside the kitchen and out.

You bit your lip, trying to decide if you should tell Matt exactly how much he had begun to mean to you. Ultimately you decided against it, instead closing with ' Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors'.

You added your work signature, then sent the email.

You sat back and sighed. While it hurt knowing that you would never get to find out if the spark you had felt with Matt could've ignited into something real, you also knew that you would treasure the time you had spent with him forever.

"Matt, there's a gentleman on the phone asking for you," Karen said as Matt and Foggy prepped for brunch service on Sunday. "Says he's from the Bulletin."

Matt nodded and wiped his hands. He had called the editor on Friday evening and had left a voicemail disputing the information contained in your article and asking for a resolution. "I'll take it in the office. Thanks, Karen."

He could feel both her and Foggy watching him as he exited the kitchen and headed to the office.

He picked up the phone and transferred the call. "Matthew Murdock speaking."

"Chef Murdock," the man replied. "This is Mitchell Ellison. I'm the editor over at the New York Bulletin. "

Matt was hit with a pang. You had emailed him again on Friday afternoon but with his hurt over your article being so fresh and so raw Matt had been letting your email sit unopened in his inbox until he was ready to hear what kind of (undoubtedly poor) excuse you'd had for using him.

He cleared his throat. "Mmhmm."

"I just wanted to call and personally apologize for the feature article you received in your email on Friday. That was not the article I had approved for publication and I wanted to let you know that after a brief internal investigation, the person responsible for it is being terminated first thing tomorrow morning. I assure you, we do not stand for such unethical behavior at the Bulletin ."

Matt winced. While he was extremely hurt and angry with you, he hadn't actually set out to get you fired. "Thank you for letting me know."

"I'm sending over the feature that I actually had approved for tomorrow's edition of the paper and I must say, it's some of the best, most honest writing I've ever read. I think you'll be much more pleased with it."

Matt heard his inbox chime with a new email. "I think it just came in."

"Great. Apologies again for the mistake."

"Mmhmm. Thanks for returning my call."

"Of course. Have a good day, Chef."

"You too. Goodbye."

Matt hung up and sighed, then popped in his earbuds and pulled up Ellison's email.

From: [email protected]

Subject: NYC RESTAURANT WEEK FEATURE

Attachments: Restaurant Week Feature V1.doc

Chef Murdock,

Attached is the article that has been approved for this year's New York Restaurant Week feature. If you have any other questions, please don't hesitate to reach out.

Mitchell Ellison

Editor-in-Chief, New York Bulletin

Matt opened the attachment and tapped the keyboard command to begin his text-to-speech program, surprised to hear your name on the byline. He would have thought that whoever had been reassigned the article would get credited, especially since the editor-in-chief had said that your employment at the Bulletin was to be terminated.

Either way, Mr. Ellison had been right -- the rewritten article was immensely more positive than the previous one had been and actually included information that Matt had revealed to you during your recorded interviews… as well as information that hadn't been recorded and therefore only you would be able to include.

Matt's brow furrowed. Something's not adding up.

He closed out of the article, then navigated to your email.

He took a deep breath and opened it.

"Dear Matt," his text-to-speech program dictated,

"You probably won't even open this email, but I wanted to let you know that the article I sent you earlier today was not the article I had written about you, nor is it the article that will be appearing in Monday's edition of the Bulletin. Long story short, someone else on staff replaced the file for my article (which I had given a hardcopy of to my editor for approval on Wednesday) with the one I erroneously sent you earlier today. "

Matt tapped the spacebar on his keyboard to pause his program, filled with an odd mix of confusion and relief. So if you hadn't actually written the first article you had sent him… who had and why?

He tapped the spacebar again to continue.

"I promise I never meant to hurt you," your email continued, "and I swear I would never use you (or anyone else, for that matter) just to get a lead on a story or try to pad my portfolio. This past week was one of the best of my life and it was genuinely a pleasure spending time with you and getting to know you… both inside the kitchen and out.

Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors, sincerely yours…"

Matt navigated to the attachment, sucking in a breath as he realized that the article that the Bulletin 's editor-in-chief had sent him a few minutes before had been your article -- your real article, apparently.

Matt groaned and covered his face with his hands. He had been so caught up in his worry about getting hurt again that he had never even considered the possibility that you hadn't written the other article.

"Everything okay?"

Matt shook his head as Foggy entered the office. "I messed up."

"What do you mean?"

Matt sighed and said your name. "I was wrong about her, Fog, I was completely wrong. She didn't write that article."

"She didn't? How did she wind up sending it to you then?"

"Apparently one of her coworkers had replaced the file for her real article with the one she sent me -- I'm assuming as some form of sabotage or something. The editor at the Bulletin told me that the person responsible is being terminated first thing tomorrow morning."

"So did you get to read the real article?"

Matt nodded. "Yeah, it's right here."

Foggy moved to his side and leaned over his shoulder so he could read it.

After a few minutes, he straightened. "Damn, Matt, that was beautiful."

Matt nodded. "I know."

"So what are you going to do?"

"Apologize profusely and hope like hell that she'll forgive me."

Matt sighed. If you didn't forgive him, at least he had the memories he had made with you over the past week.

But if you did … Well, he wouldn't screw up a third time.

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loserdiaz · 10 months

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tease tidbit tuesday! 🩺🩹

i just wanted to share this snippet from my fic and didn't want to wait untill tomorrow jshsjs

rule: share whatever scene or snippet from your fic that has you excited, ig???

anyway this is from my school nurse eddie and gym teacher buck!

interact with this post if you wanna be tagged when i post the fic

As it turns out, Eddie does see Buck again. He doesn't even have to wait days or a week.

He sees him just an hour later after their first introduction.

"Hey again!"

Eddie looks up to see the man standing on the doorway, looking sheepish but also a little bit freaked out.

"Buck? What are you doing here?"

"Uh… so, funny story! I got bitten by a kid and Bobby told me it was protocol to come here and get it looked at?" Buck pulls a face, looking down at his right arm where Eddie can clearly see teeth marks and the skin slightly red and shiny from saliva. "It isn't bleeding, though, so I'm sure it's fine."

Eddie sighs and stands from his desk, guiding Buck once again to one of the stretchers as he pulls on some clean gloves.

"Still, we should clean and disinfect it." Eddie frowns as he gets the foam soap and some wipes. "You would be surprised how much damage a bite by a kid can cause."

"Oh." Buck frowns down to their hands and Eddie suppresses another sigh.

"How did this even happen? Got the kids hating on you already?" He tries to joke.

"No…" Buck huffs out a laugh. "I was introducing myself to the first graders and one of the kids said he was Spider-man."

Eddie stops cleaning the wound and glances up, raises an amused eyebrow at the man.

"So naturally I told him that was so cool and that I wish I could have his powers too."

"Naturally." Eddie says dryly.

"And next thing I know, the little psycho was biting me!" Buck widens his eyes and it's a little hilarious if Eddie's being honest.

"Still, you must have broken a record or something. Your first day and you've been on the sickbay twice in like, what? An hour? Are you gonna be a frequent flier here? Should I put your name in one of the stretchers?"

"Maybe you should." Buck lifts his chin, a small amused grin making his lips curve upwards. "I've been told I'm prone to getting hurt. Hate to break it to you, Eddie, but I think you're gonna see me very often."

"You know, you shouldn't sound as thrilled as you do about that fact." Eddie shakes his head. "Considering that you would be hurt or in pain or whatever.

"Eh, I found out the school nurse is pretty cool so it could be worse."

tagging (no pressure): @buddierights @monsterrae1 @honestlydarkprincess @panbuckley @hippolotamus @thewolvesof1998 @shortsighted-owl @ebdaydreamer @heartshapedvows @prince-buck-diaz @bekkachaos @transbuck @transboybuckley @911onabc @cowboy-buddie @the-likesofus @elvensorceress @barbiediaz @prettyboybuckley @bigfootsmom @911onabc @jesuisici33 @diazblunt @alyxmastershipper @spotsandsocks and anyone else who wants to do it <333

#nurse eddie teacher buck au #evan buckley #eddie diaz #buck x eddie #buddie #buddie fic #buddie wip #911 fic #911 wip #my wips #my writing

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bullet-prooflove · 2 months

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3500 Follower Celebration: Culture - Wade Grey x Reader

Tagging: @kmc1989 @ravennaortiz @anime-weeb-4-life @hellostickerdoodle

You learned early on in your career in the LAFD to stand up and take your medicine. It’s a byproduct of working in a male dominated environment, one where sexism is still institutionalised. It’s not as bad now as when you were coming up but Wade’s heard the stories. He knows about the Lieutenant who’d harassed you, the one who’d chased you out of your last firehouse because he wouldn’t take no for an answer and when you’d reported him, it had been swept under the rug as if nothing had happened.

You’ve rose up through the ranks since then, switched over to arson investigations. You’ve poured blood, sweat and tears into your career over the years and it shows in your diligence and efficiency. You have a clearance rate that is second to none.

It’s when you take on a case in Lieutenant Waldron’s district that things become probmatic. You haven’t been back in the locality since you’d left but you’re covering for another investigator whose on sick leave when you get the call. It’s apparent from the get go that Waldron hates having you on his patch, it gets worse when you contradict his version of events regarding the fire you’re looking into. The comments, the taunts, the sexual advances you let them all wash over you because once this case is over you won’t have to deal with him ever again.

It’s Nolan that tells Wade what’s going on, he hears it from Bailey who has a couple of friends in that firehouse. They’re the type of people who are sickened by the things that Waldron says about you, who are willing to go on record if you need it.

“You need to report it.” Wade tells you that night as the two of you make dinner together. He’s stirring pasta sauce on the stove as you chop peppers on the wooden board. “Nobody deserves to be treated this way…”

“I did that the first time. They basically told me to suck it up.” You remind him as you focus on the task at hand. “It got worse after that.”

Wade pauses because that’s the part you haven’t told him. He thought you’d transferred out when they’d told you they weren’t going to investigate. He hadn’t realised you’d tried to stick it out.

“How did it get worse?” He asks you, his palms coming to rest on the counter.

The line of your jaw tightens and your gaze stays fixed on the chopping board in front of you, the rhythmic sound of the knife slowing.

“Did he hurt you?”

“No.” You say quietly, your grip on the knife tightening, your knuckles turning white.

“But he put his hands on you.”

You tilt your head in concession and Wade feels something murderous rush through him.

“Has he done it since?”

“I carry a gun these days remember?” You say as you resume your chopping.

“Baby, stop.” Wade says quietly, his hand coming to rest on yours, stopping your motions. You set the knife down before you turn to face him and Wade sees the exhaustion in your eyes, the sadness, frustration. You’ve been dealing with this for days now and you haven’t breathed a word of it, it’s part of the culture. That’s why shit like this is so insidious, it wears on you, erodes you.

“You are so strong.” He tells you, his palm cupping your cheek. His thumb ghosts along the apple of your cheek and you exhale for what feels like the first time in days. “But you don’t need to carry this by yourself anymore.”

His forehead comes to rest upon yours, a show of solidarity. He wants you to know he’s here if you need him, that it isn’t like the last time, you aren’t alone.

“I know it’s hard.” He whispers and he does. He’s been on this road before, he knows how tough it is to make this decision, risk your career or stay the course. There’s no winning here. They both come with their own risks. “I’m here for you, no matter what you decide.”

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lokisasylum · 11 months

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Lets talk about something controversial--

Lets talk about how BALLS-DEEP taekookers have embedded themselves inside the fandom to the point of Armys DEFENDING THEM over protecting the ones constantly being the target of this disgusting breed.

We (the OG fans who were there since the beginning and noticed the moment it started) warned ya'll about this; for MONTHS, for YEARS. But ya'll didn't listen. Just let it happen.

It started with Big “OT7″ accounts ignoring the issue and deeming it “just shipping wars”, “focus on BTS only”, to the fandom collectively turning a blind eye the bigger the hate got with every little "ignore and block", every "you need to curate your TL better so you don't constantly see that--"

We warned ya'll and you called us Crazy, you called us Delusional, you called us Entitled, you called us Problematic Old Hags. And now I fear we may never get rid of taekookers AT ALL.

EXHIBIT A:

Lets start with something that happened a few days ago. It started with a TKer using a set-up account to drag The Weekend for that weirdo netflix series. Which for some reason it called the attention of Abel (the lead vocal)'s attention to the point of quoting it, which in turn gave the tweet MORE attention/views.

As soon as the tweet started getting the desired amount of clout, the TKer changed the entire layout from taekook to Jimin to make it seem like "oh, pjms again starting shit because they're bored" (when in reality Jimin stans were hyper focused on streaming & buying 'Like Crazy' since the song was about to break the record for longest days charting and also the 119 #1s on iTunes), but what everyone ignored completely was the fact that despite switching the layout the person was actively dragging & defaming Jimin on that same acc & liking tweets from Jimin antis. But NOBODY CARED ABOUT THAT, because armys only saw "a jimin stan being problematic". And it took ONE Jennie solo stan calling out armys hypocrisy for the way they've always given trashcookers a free-pass in their fandom instead of defending Jimin, when both he and Jennie get the most hate from them on all platforms.

But AGAIN, what did the fandom do? Instead of actively reporting and trying to get the TKer suspended, they switched to attacking that Jennie solo stan AND slvtshaming Jennie as well. As for the person who started the whole thing? Deactivated and is probably STILL around with a different account spreading more hate and ways to get away with it.

EXHIBIT B: The #s war from yesterday.

Again, it was a TKer who started trending those disgusting tags over a harmless joke about spotify debut numbers. The hashtags were ALL initially AGAINST JIMIN ONLY, and each one more vile than the last and the bastards even celebrated that they got them to trend so quickly and were even putting money into keeping them up longer.

(I spent an unhealthy amount of hours out of my life yesterday reporting & blocking people from BOTH ends, but it was just neverending! And for some reason twitter wasn’t showing all of the reports I made which frustrated me even more).

But armys only cared about the issue when Jimin stans actually started fighting back, using the SAME #s against TKers. NOT BECAUSE JIMIN HAD BEEN DEHUMANIZED/DEFAMED FIRST, BUT BECAUSE NOW IT INVOLVED 2 MORE MEMBERS (otherwise they would have ignored it). So instead of helping to clear the searches and reporting EVERYONE who was using the #s, they ONLY reported/suspended Jimin stans and instead trended “BTS IS 7″ initially, while the TKer who started this whole thing is STILL around, active on another acc after deactivating.

This gave TKers the upper-hand to once again SWITCH THE SITUATION IN THEIR FAVOR, by gaslighting armys/ot7s into thinking and trending: “solosOUT” “ALL SOLOS ARE ANTIS” “WE LOVE YOU TAEKOOK” “WE LOVE YOU [X, Y, Z member]”

(I even saw BTS members who weren’t involved in the issue being included in the tags as well to divert attention further from the fact that it was taekook shippers who started this shit).

And if you had looked closely at the first tweets using these tags, you would have noticed TONS of taekookers with the cult symbol on their username at the same time putting ALL of the blame on Jimin stans and accusing armys of ONLY caring about Jimin but never defending Taekook.

Which now has officially enabled the mentality inside the fandom that calling out Taekook Shippers = shading/hating Taehyung & Jungkook as individuals.

But its OKAY to call out Jikookers/Kookminers (cause they’re now “Tae antis” by association) & anyone who defends Jimin, because its OKAY for Jimin to get hate/shade as long as Taekook are protected. LOL what a fucking joke of a fandom (Alexa, play “Face-Off” )

EXHIBIT C: VMinKook at SG’s concert today

The 3 maknaes were literally standing/sitting together, playing. vibing to the concert (there’s literal clips of them talking, interacting and playing with the army bombs). But what topics made noise first?

“Taekook together at the concert” “Taekook concert date” “Taekook ignored Jimin, as they should” “Jimin left first/alone in his own car because he’s bitter.”

I even saw one where tkers were UPSET because “Jimin didnt pay attention” whenever tk interacted. Like sis makeup your mind, are you happy he’s no longer interacting like before or are you desperate for his validation that will never come???

Jimin is unbothered, happy and busy and probably had some schedule to attend after the concert, but these deranged mfers will always see what they want and armys will always give them a free-pass instead of addressing the pink elephants on parade in the room.

And if this is the fandom we have to go back to when and IF BTS ever return as 7 after enlistment (given that they don’t actually disband after that not so subtle hint suga made at the end of the concert)? Then I’m about ready to drop BTS as a whole the moment Jimin goes in for his service. ‘Cause this ain’t it.

#BTS #jimin #park jimin #bangtan #armys #bts armys #jimin antis #bts antis #jikook #kookmin #taekook #OT7 is a MYTH #this fandom will be the death of BTS #I hope it implodes #vminkook #vkookmin #taeminkook

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coffeecities · 9 months

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i was tagged by @fueledbyremembering to post a snippet from a wip so here's my original lestappen ABO thing for lestappen week but it wasn't working for me so it remains a wip 🥲

“I’m not getting in between that.”

If Max was being completely honest (and he usually was but he got a massive scolding from Vicky for being 100% honest with the media when he just needed to be 80% honest with them), he actually would want to get between that. But he also knew Charles would have his head if he did because he could handle himself just fine and he didn’t need him to come and save the day.

(If Charles did ask him to though, he would do it in a heartbeat. Just for the record. Anyway.)

George had run his mouth off once again (he’d been doing it frequently as of late, if Max did say so himself) and Charles was his target this time around. And Charles, bless his heart, finally decided he wasn’t having it anymore and fought back. But a bunch of other Formula 1 people were getting more curious and knowing Max and Charles were a thing, they half-expected him to get in the thick of things.

“But…you’re his alpha…Shouldn’t you control him or something?”

Which was definitely the wrong thing to say, given by the scoff that made its way out of Max’s mouth. How dare these people comment on their second genders and courting like that? Charles didn’t need him or anyone to defend his honour for that matter.

“Charles is not meant to be controlled,” Max answered blankly, fighting the aggression of his second gender very hard, “nobody is meant to be controlled.” And sure, the people at the paddock were already (mostly) progressive, but the man and his friends were clearly the conservative minority. Charles and George were still arguing in the distance, Carlos and Alex already there to placate both of them, but now Max was getting angry and the adrenaline from the race had yet to die down.

“There’s a reason why we have second genders.”

“Yeah, biology. The fuck did you think?”

The engineer—whoever the fuck he was—scoffed and Max could feel his heckles rising, absolutely hating the way the guy was reacting to him letting Charles be.

“Keep telling yourself that. Just admit you don’t know how to control your omega.”

Just as a growl came out of Max’s mouth and had been ready to pounce on the man, Daniel and Lando arrived just in the nick of time. Lando put an arm around Max while Daniel shoved the engineer away and shooed off the rest of the crew.

“Mate. Calm down,” Lando said as he struggled holding Max in place, the Dutch still ready to run after the engineer. “Seriously, Max. Calm down. That guy’s stupid.”

“Everyone in this paddock is fucking stupid.”

The words coming out of Max’s mouth were getting harsher and harsher, Daniel and Lando couldn’t help but wince at them. They set their sights on Charles who was still arguing with George (who looked just about ready to pounce on Charles too, had it not been for Alex holding him down much like Lando was doing with Max), and sighed.

#i just wanted y'all to visualise george and charles arguing like children in the sandbox tbh #but anyway here's another lestappen wip lmao #lestappen

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hm, so. hi! first of all, i am thinking *a lot* about the grad school universe, so thank you for creating something so amazing? second of all, sorry about the rambling i'm about to do.

so, i was stalking the tag of this universe and saw that tweet of the "crying, manipulative and whore" emoji, and you said it was giving you cady vibes. and then i realized that most of the situations we've got to see of cadina involve regina messing up in some kind of way and cady dealing with that. but! i'm really curious to know about a situation that is the opposite. cady is just in a bad mood and regina is left to deal with it. cady messes up in some kind of way and regina doesn't have it within her to know how to proceed.

i did saw cady liking to tease regina in a lot of ways in your fics, but it still makes me think! i get that regina is very insecure on a lot of things about herself and their relationship, like questioning how cady chooses her even after all these years, even if she drives her crazy. quoting the third chapter of your fic (i am obsessed, yeah, sorry), "Regina hates when they fight. She hates that it's always her fault. She hates that she never learns.", it makes me think. there is no way is always regina's fault! i choose to believe that she is just too insecure to realize a time when cady was the one that started a giantic fight for no big reason.

and also! in the fourth chapter, we've got to see cady being jelous of regina, and regina is pretty cool about it. is there a time when regina does not get cool about, but freaks out instead?

i'm sorry if i am sounding rude, please know it is not my intention (i do not have a way with words, mainly in english, lol). i just really wanted to share this thought. i hope i was able to explain my confused mind right now. anyways, i love your writing and your imagination! thank you for creating this amazing fic. sorry again!

first of all hi! thank you for reading and thinking sm about this universe! i assure you it consumes my entire state of mind. i put your answer under the cut, as it got super long!

yes there are definitely a lot more scenes and aspects of their relationship to explore as the universe grows. it's mentioned they break up all the time but we haven't really seen that yet and what it looks like, so i definitely have plans to explore that. as far as cady messing up, of course it's not always regina's fault! that would be unrealistic. but yeah for sure, regina is super insecure and after she cools down from a fight, i think she definitely realizes that she is a catalyst for certain situations and fights, and she almost always escalates dramatically. i mean. that's just who she is. so even if it's just something small they're bickering about, sometimes she's liable to push too far or hard and then cady will get actually mad, so regina has to find it in herself to try to apologize/deescalate which isnt always easy for her, thus making her feel once again like it's her fault.

i think there are definitely situations though where cady is in a bad mood or something and regina has to deal with that. that also is a bad cycle because regina doesn't always know what to do or how to act, and i think it's easy to argue she likely wouldn't have the best track record of making good choices when it comes to dealing with cady's ~emotions~. Regina's go-to is anger or deflection... I think if Cady was upset Regina's suggestions wouldn't always be what Cady was looking for in that moment. And then that pisses cady off, trapping them in a cycle of fighting or bad moods. this relationship is the epitome of healthy relationship goals obviously.

as for the tweet about about being a crier manipulator and whore with the 🥺 emoji LOL, i was definitely not thinking about this in the context of them fighting hahaha. i was thinking of cady like totally preying on regina being whipped for her and down bad for her cute face and so she can get her way sooooo easily. regina doesn't always start a situation by being all about pleasing cady but you know she ends it that way because she can't stand when cady is mad at her for more than 20 minutes, and even when they're being playful and not fighting, i think regina is almost always first to cave! regina has spent her whole life getting what she wants... i think there is something so desperate in her to have this script flipped and cady for sure knows it. hence why she thinks cady was sent to torture her personally. i understand this is just a personal read of her character and their relationship so if people disagree that's totally cool lol.

as far as jealousy goes, regina definitely has had times where she hasn't reacted as cool with cady being hit on etc. but it's very situational. i think regina experiences a constant battle between feeling superior and inferior. for instance, she's not gonna look twice at some freshman hitting on cady. regina is so far above that kid she knows it's irrelevant and even acknowledging him is insulting to her. but at the same time she definitely feels insecure that cady might emotionally connect with someone regina thinks is more......... for lack of a better word, stable? than she is. regina is aware that she is extremely reactionary so sometimes she just says whatever and does whatever and gets mad or upset but she doesn't mean it, or she just needs to walk away and come back, and she probably sometimes feels insecure cady will want someone less volatile. cady doesn't obviously. cady understands this about regina and even if it pisses her off and drives her crazy sometimes, it's not a deal breaker.

welp hopefully that was some fun meta for you because this got long! this ship is fun to play around in the sandbox because they are both a little too obsessed with each other and that makes them act pretty extremely sometimes. but they're still the biggest softies for each other. okay cool thanks for the ask i should go now before i write 10k more analysis.

#inquiries #sheesh #grad school universe #anonymous

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marvellouslymadmim · 6 months

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

Thanks for the tag, @andordean

Tagging @room-on-broom @cassiopeiasara @tiffanyachings @nellectronic and whomever else wants to do it!

1. How many works do you have on A03?

Ninety five.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

1,840,502 (and counting...)

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Currently? The Witcher. I do have a few other WIPs for other fandoms but we'll see if they ever see the light of day. Previous fandoms include The Worst Witch 2019, Criminal Minds, plus a few one-shots in a few other fandoms. But those are the big ones.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

Pearl Diving (hells yeah the Lesbians win again), A Night with the Queen, Veiled Truths, Chaos Thy Name is Circe, Survival Skills.

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

Almost always...mainly because I feel extremely guilty if I don't (so if you have ever commented and didn't get a reply in return, don't worry. I still remember. It haunts me.) but also because I genuinely love geeking out with fellow fans. I legitimately have made some amazing friends (and also met the love of my life!) through conversations that started simply through fic comments.

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

Oof...I definitely went through an angst phase so there are plenty of contenders. The Hunter's Remorse (24), Cassandra's Lament, The Unknown Known (both Battlestar Galactica), Walking Dictionary (Criminal Minds), Heart to Ashes to Stone (Game of Thrones), Long May We Reign (Reign), and Orbis Incognitus (The Walking Dead)

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

All That Glitters, Veiled Truths, Monstrous, pretty much anything I've written since about 2018ish.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

oh god. once, yes. in the Criminal Minds fandom. Granted, I pulled a surprise cliffhanger that, looking back, I would have breadcrumbed more--but I got SO MANY PEOPLE on ffnet screaming at me and generally being abusive because I *dared* to put a character in danger. it genuinely upset me so much that I stopped writing for a long time.

9. Do you write smut?

Absofuckinglutely.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I think once or twice? But I'm more of an AU kinda gal.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. But I did have someone lift very specific ideas from my fic (i.e. an AU where a certain character was given a very specific nickname and occupation, which another author then took and used in their own AU), and ngl, it made me feel hella weird. For the record, I wouldn't have minded it if they had simply put in the author's notes: "hey this idea was inspired by Mim, in her fic xyz". I didn't need them to come formally ask for permission or anything like that. But to see it in the wild and see readers commenting on their "originality" really put me off that writer as a person tbh (granted they're sus af for entirely other (worse) reasons too so this only solidified my feelings).

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Not that I know of. I have had readers who weren't fluent in English run my fics through translators for Arabic and French, which I thought was hella cool.

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

I don't think so? Honestly don't remember.

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

God. ALL TIME? Idk. I do love me a dynamic of "A thinks they're unlovable and B is the most patient and loving person alive", so definitely ships like Hackle and Cal/Eist are my top faves.

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

Some of my old Criminal Minds stuff.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Characterization.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Pridefulness over my characterization. And also...I am a fucking calathea of mental health and creativity. Everything must be *just so* or I cannot write. No messy house, no loud noises, no stress, no sickness, no dishes in the sink, no work emails to answer, NADA. Otherwise we shrivel up and die. Fun stuff.

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

I have, and knowing my insane ass, I most likely will again. Sometimes it's just fun. But ya gotta actually know the language and be 1000% certain about what you're saying.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Oh god. I think it was Cats. Yes. The musical.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

This is like asking a mother which child is her favorite 😅 I have a different relationship with each story, and love them each equally but in totally different ways. I will say that my favorites to re-read for comfort myself are: All That Glitters, Veiled Truths, Monstrous, and A Night with the Queen.

#20 questions #let's play!#fic writer questions #fic writer

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noonaishere · 3 months

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Music of the Heart [J.YH] - twenty-three | best friend

Another day of recording wrapped up. Jongho and June had left earlier and Maddox stayed as long as he could before leaving because he was too tired to continue working. You yawned, stretching your hands over your head and then rubbing your eyes. Hongjoong checked his phone for the time.

“It is pretty late. Let’s finish this and then leave.”

You nodded.

“Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“When Jongho’s friend, Yunho, was here…did you lie about knowing him?”

You moved to answer.

“I only ask because he seemed to spend a lot of time looking at you, even after you told him not to. But… you could have told me or Maddox and we would have told Jongho privately not to bring him around if he was bothering you.”

You tried to think of a lie, but you were tired of the situation. You sighed and a small, tired laugh escaped your lips. “I didn’t think of that.”

He watched you gently.

You inhaled deeply and sighed again. “So… you know how I told you, when I was first hired, that I used to play violin but don’t anymore?”

He nodded.

You stood outside your house with your violin case in your hand. Your best friend, one Jeong Yunho, came jogging up to you.

“Sorry! Sorry! Sorry I’m late.”

“Geez, take forever.” You laughed. You started the walk to school and Yunho followed behind you, digging through his bag.

“Here, wait, I brought you something.”

“Wha--?”

He shoved a danish into your face.

“What? Why do you have this?”

“You said you hadn’t been eating breakfast lately, so I thought I’d get you something.”

“Is this why you’re late?”

“Yeah,” his ears went pink with embarrassment, “Sorry. I had to wait in line”

You took the danish from him with a laugh and took a bite. “It’s still warm.”

“Yeah,” he put his backpack on. “I ran here.”

“Yeah, you’re all sweaty.”

He blushed and wiped his face.

You took another bite and pointed at him with the danish. “Thank you, but don’t do this again. I don’t want to be screamed at by my parents when the school calls to tell them I keep showing up late.”

He nodded. “Okay.” He looked at what you were carrying. “Do you have lessons later today?”

You sighed. “Yeah.”

“Until when?”

“Fucking seven PM.”

“Seven?”

You nodded as you chewed.

He whistled. “Holy shit. I can’t imagine practicing for three and a half hours.”

“My parents paid them extra since I kept not practicing at home.”

He nodded. “Yeah, that’s a good way to get you to do it.”

“I fucking hate violin. I want to be in a band.”

“Yeah… hey, you’ll get there. Once we get out of this town, we can do whatever we want, yeah?”

You smiled.

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orginllazyblog · 7 months

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A Decent Revenge

Summary: Before the Fleur incident, the Ramshackle residents, Yueme and Mizuki, made a plan to reveal everyone Rollo's actions. Rollo was only forgiven which made twst boys confuse as to why would Yume do such a thing. Let's just say this is what Yueme had to deal with the overblots, and a certain bat dad only learning about this later on

Tag: @hanafubukki @pika-ace

Note: Yueme (my Yuu oc, gender-neutral as possible), Mizuki Abyss (twst oc), also inspire by pika-ace's twst scenario of the Masquerade from last year

I do hate Rollo a bit for what he did, but then again, he's just a teenager who was truamatise at a young age, but still.

In the middle of the night, in the Ramshackle dorm, lounge room, Mizuki and Yueme made a plan. Since they know the information, thanks to Mizuki, who have access on the JP server. The day when the ENG server will get the Masquerade event for this Halloween, Yueme didn't want to participate and was afraid that they'll have to go the upcoming incident and he has no choice because he's the "Yuu" character. Which brings Mizuki, they are in-fact not human but a high rank demon. The plan was simple, Mizuki holding a magical video camera for recordings. If things go wrong, they can expose the recording to Noble Bell College.

"Okay, here's the plan: I'll disguise as you and act like you so no one will be suspicious. Once I'm at Noble Bell College, on that night when he shows his true colors, I should welcome him with a surprise."

"I'll be here with Ortho to help me. Out of all of the classmates, he'll be able to understand our plan, right?"

"Yep. If we tell the teachers, such as Crowley, he would grew suspicious as to how we know this will happen. As for the others, they will focus on the Halloween event here and it'll only bring questions that we can't answer. Which is why we need Ortho's help."

"What about Grim?"

"It's best if he doesn't know about the plan. I mean, he will know once this is over."

"What about Lilia then?"

"Oh he'll definetly will know depending which choice Rollo will pick. Don't worry, I'll also be another guard for your dear friend Malleus."

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When the day arrived, it all went according to what is happening. The students who were selected waiting at the Mirror Chamber. Grim made his apperance and Mizuki disguise as Yueme. Acted how Yueme responds and how their voice sounds like Yueme.

No one suspect them, not even Rook couldn't tell it was Mizuki thanks to their demonic powers. Though there were slip calls as Malleus can feel a powerful aura but never question it. He was to focus on this social event as he was finally invited for once. Mizuki felt bad for him as this was just part of Rollo's plan to wipe away the magic.

They were glad they didn't end up with a group, they didn't have problems as they were a master with magic, even made a duplicate self to keep an eye out on Rollo.

All acording to plan. As for Yueme, who was with Ortho, was willingley to help because his older brother safety.

Finally, the first night. The time where Rollo rings the bell, the students who were there were knocked out by the Crimson Flower's hunger. As the flowers were heading to Mizuki, everyone panicking thinking their friend "Yuu" will end up hurt. Until Mizuki snap their fingers, summon a barrier spell that allowed to protect the ones who are still awake. The Crimson Flowers that surrounded them now all died away, reveiling their true form.

Rollo, who was watching up high, shocked as to what happened. He thought the "Yuu" is magicless as the flowers wouldn't do no harm...unless..."Yuu" does have magic(?)

As Rollo got close to the ground, a magic spell was put into him to bow down. That is where Rollo knew he fuck up.

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Flashback

"If I remember correctly, when the crimson flowers surrounded the player, everyone thought that the player would get knocked out like the rest."

"They didn't because they didn't have any magic, so they were fine."

"That's where the plot twist happened. As I reveal myself my true identity, that is when we, Ramshackle students, make our entrance. You, as the houswarden, gave him a choice: to face his consequences in front of the whole Fleur City. Or transfer to Night Raven College for the rest of his school life to his graduation."

"Hmm... I like that. I would like to have another student for Ramshackle Dorm as it's just the two of us, plus three ghosts and Grim. The whole point of this is for Rollo to face his wrong doings. Making him realize that what he did could lead to disasters, maybe even ended up like what his school historic figure looks up to. Hehehehe.."

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"H-how is this possible?"

"Oh? You thought I was Yuu? You're not the only mastermind here you know?"

"T-then who are you?"

Then a portal open, the real Yuu showed up.

"So... it was you who made the social event for Archane schools. Just to invite someone, right?"

"W-what do you mean? I didn't just invite Malleus-"

"I didn't say Malleus, did I? You know, if something terrible happens to him, it won't turn out well for your schools reputation. Oh wait no, the whole country that is."

"What are you talking about? Just spit it out already!"

"Wow, calm down as if your ego is more important than the people you hurt. You cause this incident; there were plenty of witnesses who saw your doings, this magical flower that's supposedly went extinct 100 years ago to what I was told from my vice-warden. Therefore, you must face your punishment."

"As if! You have no proof it was me!"

"You intentionally wanted one of the most powerful mages in the world to be here. It is somehow suspicious as the others were only selected by random. Someone who is top of their class would know about this Crimson Flower. Even if you won't admited, I can expose you to someone who would've ended you."

"Ooo! Get roasted."

As Yueme and Mizuki look down on Rollo, the others who were in the barrier listen the whole conversation. Even the students who were Rollo's classmates were surprise of what Rollo was doing.

It hit worse for Malleus as this whole thing was a trap for him.

Back to the conversation, the nrc boys keep watching until Yueme reach thier hand to Rollo.

'What are you doing, Yuu?'

"I can give you a choice. One which you can quietly carry this burden throughout your whole life unless you are forgiven. Or transfer to my school in Night Raven College, but I garente you won't feel safe as I don't have magic."

"...I"

*Pulls Rollo to stand up*

"You decide on that yourself. I'm taking my classmates back as they are all exhuasted. Let's see if you can explain this to other archane schools. Remember this Rollo and I shall welcome you with open arms."

So, back to Night Raven College. Everyone thought the social gathering would last till another three days and two nights. Before they could ask but Crowley, for once, did his job told the students and staff's to focus on the Halloween event.

That went well as Yueme and Mizuki were worried about Crowley getting suspicious of them.

More importantly, Lilia Vanrouge, the one who is more worried, especially his boys, who were like his children to him. Malleus, who was like the eldest child to him and the only thing left from his childhood friends. Silver, who was found in a ruin castle and raised alongside Malleus. And Sebek, the youngest grandson of an old friend.

So why is it hard for the trio to not answer the bat dad's questions?

"Well...don't you have anything to say?"

"..."

"Please tell me. What happened that made you all return so fast? Were you hurt?"

Before the trio could say anything, there was a knock on the door.

Knock, knock, Knock

"May I come in?"

"Yuu? Yes, you may."

Yueme entered themselves, alongside with Mizuki.

"Um... Lilia, do you really want to know what happened?"

"Why, yes. Did something hapened at the Social?"

Before Yueme could reply back, they looked at the trio first before things get out of hand giving them a facial expression, "Is that alright with you?"

They all nod in agreement.

"Well then, Lilia. We might talk about this in our dorm. It's quite a long explanation."

Once Yueme and Mizuki explain briefly of what happened at Fleur City and what Rollo's plan was all along, Lilia was really mad. Luckily, Mizuki holded him to not let him go. As for Malleus Silver and Sebek, they never saw him angry, always a smile on his face.

"Let me go! I said let me go!"

Yeah, Lilia didn't take the news lightly. It took about two hours to try to get him calm down.

Then tears start to come out. He then gave up as Mizuki let go of him, but he sank to the floor crying.

"Mizuki, tissues."

"On it."

"Lilia, can you please sit on the couch?"

Silver helped Yueme to carry Lilia to sit down on the couch as Mizuki returned with a tissue box and gave Lilia a cup of water.

"I'm sorry, Lilia."

"Sob sob...what are you saying, Yuu?"

"Human, your vice-warden was there in your place. Why is that your apoligize right now?"

"...Because I find it suspicious as to why he wanted to invite Malleus as he would already be selected, and Crowley would annoucement way earlier when everyone was at the lecture hall. I couldn't tell the others or the teachers as they wouldn't believe. I don't have the power to protect to prevent it."

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Author note: Took me a while to get the writing finished as my wifi was getting slow.

Another thing I like to add. I did the most safest punishment for Rollo is either transfer to NRC where he would be targeted by Lilia or apolegize. Yeah, it was his fault and had a reason, but his actions, no.

#twisted wonderland #twst writing #twst masquerade #malleus draconia #silver #sebek zigvolt #rollo flamme #twst yuu oc #twst mizuki abyss #twst yueme

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floof-writes · 1 year

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i love when tragedies are like “the love was there. it didnt change anything. it didnt save anyone. there were just too many forces against it. but it still matters that the love was there”

-Starpeace, tumblr

This isn't my normal type of post, but I just closed my high school's production of 'Puffs, Or: Seven Increasingly Eventful Years at a Certain School of Magic and Magic', and I can't stop thinking about it. This show broke me and put me back together and I don't know what to fucking do about it.

I played the role of Megan Jones, and she taught me how to be a person again. Skip straight to the next heading if you just want to know what the hell I'm talking about, otherwise, here's my Love Letter to Puffs: you deserve the world and the world doesn't deserve you, but every person reading this deserves to see this show at least once in their life.

First of all, this show is hilarious. Like, 'laugh until your stomach hurts and you can't breath and you start coughing up your sanity' hilarious. Your abs will hurt after seeing this show and your tear ducts will struggle to keep up with demand. But, despite that, or maybe because of that, it is also heartbreaking. Maybe the best kind, I think. The kind that rips your heart into pieces but then sews it back together, tells you that you have to carry on, but somehow that's worse, because hope hurts more than anything else.

And to see Puffs is one thing, but to be in it?

I don't know what to do or how to feel. For the rest of my life I will have carry this grief nestled next to my soul. The characters have the faces of people I know, and goddamn that makes it so hard to think about but just as hard not to.

I am changed, for this show. I am a different person at the other end of this nine week love-stained, obsessive hell. It found me when I was in a very vulnerable place, only halfway to healing, and picked me up and straight up told me to my Megan's face that I "shouldn't have to be alone"! Told me safety is love and loneliness is a lie we tell ourselves when we hate ourselves too much to see reason. That justice is the only pursuit that brings both self-love and heartache.

Live theatre is a powerful, powerful thing and yes, a professional recording of Puffs is available on Amazon Video and some pretty good bootlegs are up on YouTube, but if this show is open anywhere near you at a local high school, college, or community theatre, then I'm begging you to go see it in person. High school-age actors are uniquely suited to this show so don't let that make you wary!

If anyone, ever, wants to talk about Puffs, I'm more than available. PM me, ask me, tag me in your post. I don't care if you're seeing this post 2 months or 2 years or 10 years from now, if I am still on this hellsite, I will respond.

Go see Puffs. If everyone on this planet did, I think the world would be just a slightly better place.

Okay, hold on, what's Puffs?

Puffs tells us the story of a certain badger-aligned house during the seven years a certain orphan boy wizard attends a certain school of magic, plus ✨it was the 90's✨. If you can't tell, Puffs is technically a Harry Potter parody, and it very intentionally gives JKR no money and is not licensed with Warner Bros. Maybe that's a small part of why it spoke to me so much, because in the simplest terms: Puffs won custody of me in the great JKR/Fandom divorce. I really felt betrayed by JKR's transphobia and treatment of representation issues and this show was a bandaid and a kiss better for my aching, eleven year-old heart.

The story follows the Puff Wayne Hopkins, a young British orphan who was raised by his uncle in New Mexico. Wayne is the nerdiest, 90's-est kid you've ever met and well, as a fan of Star Wars and Dungeons & Dragons and Lord of the Rings, when he gets his school letter he gets this idea in his head that his life is about to become as awesome as that of the average fantasy protagonist. That he's gonna be a hero! Of course, he isn't. That's Harry. It's Harry at every single turn and Wayne and his friends are constantly being screwed over as unmentioned side characters in Harry's world-shattering and school-wrecking life, not to mention that the Puffs are the laughingstock of the school anyway, constantly failing classes and being bullied by the Snakes.

The Puffs work hard to become better but it rarely turns out. I mean, just look at Cedric, who plays a huge role in mentoring Wayne and his classmates the first act. Yikes. As the Puffs grow into their teen-hood it even gets a little spicy (in the hilariously awkward, teenage way), and eventually, they each come to understand that Puffs matter, Puffs are the best, in fact, Puffs are the "Mighty Ducks of wizards. No. The Mighty Ducks 2 of Wizards!"

#I attempted the ADHD easy reading formatting btw #that's why the colors and italics are so overboard #puffs or: seven increasingly eventful years at a certain school of magic and magic #live theatre #theatre #acting #high school theatre #character work #puffs the play #puffs #megan jones #wayne hopkins #cedric diggory #harry potter

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urlocalgothamite · 2 years

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Kiddo vs GCPD/ D. Grayson

A/N this is a rewrite from my old account :))

Dick Grayson ?mentoring? a 14 year old reader who happens to be a criminal.

THE NARROWS- GOTHAM CITY- NEW JERSEY

It was a cold and sleeting winter day, like many others in Gotham. The sky was gray as you strolled down the street gnawing on a candy cane. You were looking forward to celebrating the holidays with your friends, when you passed by the darkened Crime Alley. It was a place perfect for graffitti. This was your favorite hobby.

You began your artwork, as two GCPD officers stepped up behind you, both looked mid to late twenties. You read their name tags. Officer Montoya, the woman, had short brown hair, and her partner ,Officer Grayson, had short black hair. You froze as Officer Montoya yelled at you. You couldn't hear her over her own yelling.

“You can chill a little bit, y’know; they’re just a kid.” Remarked her partner.

She glared, her eyes were like daggers. “I am technically your boss, remember?” Then, she gave a smile that was anything but comforting.

Turning to you she yelled, “Put your hands up!” You complied in terror.

Anxiously, you sat in the back of a cop car, knowing you’ve really done it now. You wondered why the police didn’t have anything better to do. You were just a graffiti artist, not like you killed anyone.

GCPD-INTERROGATION ROOM-GOTHAM CITY- NEW JERSEY

You sat cuffed to a table ,bored out of your damn mind, as you heard the door creak open. You hoped to a higher power that the mean lady wouldn’t walk in. Your hope must've gotten you somewhere because Officer Grayson walked through that door. He sat across the table from you.

“Hey Kiddo, I talked with some folks and the police have decided to help you out” He said with a smile.

You tried to shoot him a glare, but he just smiled in return. He didn't seem intimidated in the slightest. You didn’t have much of a choice except to reply with,

“Okay.”

“If you do some community service with the station for three months, you’ll be off scott free. You’ll have a clean record. It really is a good deal. Do you agree to these terms?”

“Yes.” You answered, because it really wasn't a bad deal. You did not feel like spending the night in a juvie cell after all.

“Great!” Said Grayson, he seemed happy for you. “I’d hate to see another kid in jail. But, there is a condition- no crimes. Well, really, that should be a given.” He once again smiled.

THREE WEEKS LATER- A FRIEND’S APARTMENT- GOTHAM CITY, NJ

“What’cha wanna do?” CeCe said innocently as he gestured to a can of paint. You definitely got a hint.

“Can’t.” You said, “Not now. Not anytime soon.”

“Is this because of that stupid thing you’ve got going on with the GCPD?”

“Obviously. I love you CeCe, but I can’t go to jail for you right now. In no time i'll be out of the police radar. You just gotta have patience.”

“Don’t be a dumbass, man. You can have a cheat day for one night”

“Yeah, I guess,” You said, looking at the ground pitifully.

AN ALLEYWAY- GOTHAM CITY, NJ

CeCe ran as a cop pulled up behind you guys. CeCe ran for it, as Officer Grayson recognized your face.

‘Y/N!?” He yells, as you turn and look at his shocked face. “Get in this car right now!”

At least you got to ride in the front this time.

“You're gonna end up getting kicked from the volunteer program,” Grayson said, slightly sad, slightly aggravated. He let out a sigh. “I’m not your enemy, Kid. You actually remind me a lot of someone. My little brother, Jason, was- still is a lot like you.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You question.

“It means he’s been in and out of facilities for a bit, and boy has he had it rough. I didn’t want that for him and I don't want that for you. I won’t report you, as long as you don’t do this again and you stay away from your little ‘friends’.”

“Where do I go then?” You asked, you stayed with your friends a lot. It was where you felt safe.

“My girlfriend, Shawn, works at a place that helps kids like you. She used to be really into graffiti as a kid, too. I can take you there now?”

“Thanks, Grayson.”

“You can call me Dick.” He said with a smile.

#dick grayson #batfamily #gcpd #nightwing #nightwing x reader #dick grayson x reader #child reader #gn reader

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lonesome-dreamsss · 1 year

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hi keely!! any brokeback hcs? i loved ur cat person post and i’d love 2 hear more ab our fav gay ppl

hi!! i am so sorry for how long it's taken me to answer this, i'm genuinely just so forgetful and anytime i'd remember it was in my inbox i'd be at work and i'd tell myself to answer once i got home but i'd forget again 😪

but i'm glad you liked my cat person post so much! <3 and i absolutely have more hcs about them, they take up 90% of my thoughts, so here you are my dear!

- jack sings in the shower, all the time, and he's just. not good at it. ennis tells him so, he's like "you sound like that damn cat when it's yelling for more food" but he actually really loves it. he thinks it's very cute. but he'd rather die than ever admit that so he just insults jack instead lmao

- ennis LOVES getting his hair played with, so anytime they're just lounging around, ennis will lay with his head in jack's lap and jack will play with his hair. sometimes jack will be reading and he'll start reading out loud and ennis will end up falling asleep because he's just so comfy and safe

- i think i put this in the tag of the cat person post, but ennis 100000000000% talks to the cat about how much he loves jack, and one time jack heard him and he just sat there and listened and almost started crying because it was so sweet and sometimes jack gets insecure but that. that just got rid of any insecurities he could have

- they go stargazing a lot. neither of them know shit about space or the stars but it is beautiful and it reminds them of when they were on brokeback because they would look at the stars a lot up there and talk about everything and nothing. and it's kind of just like, the stars saw them and their happiness and didn't judge them for it. and the stars listened to them when they would sit up at night and cry about the situation before they got their sweet life. it's a comfort for them y'know

- they have a record player and jack went out a bought all of the sappiest love song records that he could just because he KNOWS ennis hates that shit, but deep down ennis is a romantic little shit so the songs do grow on him a little bit and he doesn't hate them as much as he used to. probably because he can relate to them now. he actually loves someone now, he understands what it's like to want and need someone so much, he understands how happy but also how heart shattering things can be, he understands how it's like, things were grey but then the world floods with all this color because of a person. he never felt that before but then this idiot jack twist crashed into his life and suddenly it all made sense

- ennis' kids visit them a lot and they ADORE jack so so so much and jack adores them right back. and we know how jack is so if the girls are like "jack GUESS what happened" he'll be like "oHoooooH do i smell drama???" and then they shit talk people together even though half the time jack has no idea who they're shit talking but if they did these sweet little girls dirty then they deserve the shit talking. and ennis is just sitting there like "what have i gotten myself into with these three" but it's so fond and he's so happy and the girls can see that and they love it and they love jack and it's like this life just makes so much sense

- they have a dog that jack brought home like ennis did with the cat, and it's a golden retriever of course because the pets reflect their owners in this household and jack is a golden retriever and it goes something like the dog LOVES ennis but ennis is like "stop it's so hyper and i want to be left alone" but obviously the dog grows on him because it's a little jack and so how could he not love the little gremlin? ennis and the dog cuddle a lot, it's like an animal pile a lot, the cat will lay on ennis and so will the dog and jack is just like "IT'S SO CUTE"

- ennis hugs jack from behind a lot. he'll rest his head on jack's shoulder too. and jack loves it. that's kinda been their things since ennis did that up on brokeback. it comforts both of them. and then sometimes he'll spin jack around and kiss him and jack'll laugh and his heart will be so full because they're free to be like this everyday now and nothing has ever felt so good

- love those hcs where jenny is queer too, and she goes to them for advice, but she's definitely more like jack where she isn't really afraid to be who she is, she thinks it's worth it. and of course ennis panics because he's so so scared that she's gonna get hurt being that open, just like jack was hurt. jack does his best to comfort him. he tells ennis "come on, we made it, didn't we?" "we BARELY made it jack, you almost died" "i know ennis but shoving it down ain't good either" and ennis knows that, god doesn't he know that. and he doesn't want her to be unhappy but he doesn't want her dead and it's just like jack and him all over again. jack suggests that they tell her to not shove it down but don't be too open about it, only be open about it with people she knows for sure will treat her well after. and ennis thinks that's good enough for now but he still worries, he still worries about jack and him now and again because it's hard to shake everything they went through completely

- every time either of them says "i love you" the other short circuits. like every time. doesn't matter how many times they've said it already, brain just implodes for both of them. ennis will blush every time without fail and stutter and just be so flustered. jack will grin like an idiot every time without fail, after staring at ennis with big doe eyes filled with wonder

these are all of the ones i can think of at the moment, but if i think of more i'll definitely add them to this! <33

#brokeback mountain #ennis del mar #jack twist #they are my heart and soul

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araekniarchive · 2 years

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hi, emily! do you have a list of all the tags you use to categorise your posts?

Right, so. I theoretically have a google doc with all of these on, but honestly, I'm kind of rubbish at updating it and I'm not entirely I’ve got them all on there anymore. So I did the super normal and chill thing and went to the mega-editor, looked at my blog's source code, found the record of all the tags I've ever used on this blog, and then Ctrl+F searched for 'theme'.

Suffice to say, I now have a pretty comprehensive list of all my theme tags, which I will put below the cut, because there's... quite a few.

Now, going through you might be thinking ‘that’s odd, why do you have multiple tags for the same thing’, and the answer is that I’m a very disorganised person, and despite my best intentions I have carried this over into my theme categories. I’ve had this blog for over a year now (which, what the fuck) and that’s long enough for my tiny brain to forget I already had a tag for something and make a new one a couple times over. Along those same lines, there some webs or quotes I probably should’ve tagged as one thing and didn’t (likely because I forgot I had that theme already), and while I’ll try and go back and correct that where possible, it might be worth checking in multiple theme tags just in case, as if you can’t find something in ‘monsters’ it might well be in ‘monstrosity’, and vice versa.

A HOLE IN THE WORLD [LINK]

ABRAHAM AND ISAAC [LINK]

ABSENCE [LINK]

ABSTRACT [LINK]

ADDICTION [LINK]

ADULTHOOD [LINK]

AGE [LINK]

ANGER [LINK]

ANGUISH [LINK]

ANIMALS [LINK]

APATHY [LINK]

APOCALYPSE [LINK]

ART [LINK]

BEAUTY [LINK]

BEGIN AGAIN [LINK]

BEGINNING [LINK]

BETRAYAL [LINK]

BLOOD [LINK]

CAIN AND ABEL [LINK]

CHANGE [LINK]

CHILDHOOD [LINK]

CHILDREN [LINK]

CHOICE [LINK]

CLEAN [LINK]

COLOUR [LINK]

COME BACK [LINK]

CONFESSION [LINK]

CONNECTION [LINK]

CONSUMPTION [LINK]

CONTRADICTION [LINK]

CORRUPTION [LINK]

CREATION [LINK]

DARK [LINK]

DAUGHTERS [LINK]

DEATH [LINK]

DEPENDENCE [LINK]

DESIRE [LINK]

DISAPPOINTMENT [LINK]

DISCONNECTION [LINK]

DISCRIMINATION [LINK]

DISEASE [LINK]

DISTANCE [LINK]

DREAMS [LINK]

DYSFUNCTION [LINK]

EDEN [LINK]

EGO [LINK]

ENDING [LINK]

ESCAPE [LINK]

EYES [LINK]

FABLE [LINK]

FAILURE [LINK]

FAMILY [LINK]

FATHERS [LINK]

FEAR [LINK]

FERAL [LINK]

FIRE [LINK]

FLIGHT [LINK]

FLORA AND FAUNA [LINK]

FLOWERS [LINK]

FOOD [LINK]

FORGIVENESS [LINK]

FREEDOM [LINK]

FRIENDSHIP [LINK]

FRUIT [LINK]

GENDER [LINK]

GHOSTS [LINK]

GO AWAY CLOSER [LINK]

GRIEF [LINK]

GROWING UP [LINK]

GROWTH [LINK]

GUILT [LINK]

HANDS [LINK]

HAPPINESS [LINK]

HATE THAT I LOVE YOU [LINK]

HATRED [LINK]

HAUNTING [LINK]

HEAT [LINK]

HIDING ALL AWAY [LINK]

HISTORY [LINK]

HOME [LINK]

HOPE [LINK]

HUMANITY [LINK]

HUNGER [LINK]

HUNGRY BUT NOT FOR FOOD [LINK]

I DON'T KNOW WHERE TO PUT IT [LINK]

I HAVE NO CHOICE BUT TO LIVE WITH THIS [LINK]

I KNOW YOU [LINK]

I THOUGHT YOU LOVED ME [LINK]

I WILL SEE YOUR BODY BARE [LINK]

I'LL TRY AGAIN. LET ME TRY AGAIN [LINK]

ICARUS [LINK]

IMPERMANENCE [LINK]

INEVITABILITY [LINK]

JUDAS [LINK]

KINDNESS [LINK]

LAIKA [LINK]

LANGUAGE [LINK]

LEFT BEHIND [LINK]

LETTING GO [LINK]

LGBT [LINK]

LIGHT [LINK]

LINGUISTICS [LINK]

LONELINESS [LINK]

LOOK AT ME [LINK]

LOSS [LINK]

LOVE [LINK]

MADNESS [LINK]

MAN HANDS MISERY ONTO MAN [LINK]

MEMORY [LINK]

MENTAL ILLNESS [LINK]

MONSTERS [LINK]

MONSTROSITY [LINK]

MONTHS [LINK]

MORALITY [LINK]

MUSIC [LINK]

NAMING [LINK]

NATURE [LINK]

NIGHT [LINK]

NOSTALGIA [LINK]

OBJECTIFICATION [LINK]

OF COURSE WE WILL HURT EACH OTHER [LINK]

ONCE UPON A TIME [LINK]

OPHELIA [LINK]

OTHERNESS [LINK]

PARENTS [LINK]

PEACE [LINK]

PERSEVERANCE [LINK]

PINING [LINK]

POISON [LINK]

POLITICS [LINK]

PRETENSE [LINK]

QUESTIONING [LINK]

REBELLION [LINK]

REBIRTH [LINK]

RECOVERY [LINK]

REFLECTION [LINK]

REFUSAL [LINK]

REJECTION [LINK]

RELAPSE [LINK]

RELIGION [LINK]

RENEWAL [LINK]

REPETITION [LINK]

REVENGE [LINK]

ROMEO AND JULIET [LINK]

SACRIFICE [LINK]

SADNESS [LINK]

SAMSON AND DELILAH [LINK]

SCARS [LINK]

SEASONS [LINK]

SELF DISCOVERY [LINK]

SHAME [LINK]

SIBLINGS [LINK]

SICKNESS [LINK]

SISTERS [LINK]

SLEEP [LINK]

SONS [LINK]

STAY WITH ME [LINK]

SUBJECTIVITY [LINK]

SURREALISM [LINK]

TEETH [LINK]

THE BODY [LINK]

THE GREAT WOUND [LINK]

THE HEART [LINK]

THE HERO OF THE STORY [LINK]

THE MOON [LINK]

THE PAST IS A FOREIGN COUNTRY [LINK]

THE SUN [LINK]

THE WRITTEN WORD [LINK]

THEFT [LINK]

THEOLOGY [LINK]

THIS I CHOOSE TO DO [LINK]

THIS IS ME TRYING [LINK]

TIME [LINK]

TOUCH [LINK]

TRAGEDY [LINK]

TRAVEL [LINK]

TRUST [LINK]

TRUTH [LINK]

UNMAKING [LINK]

VIOLENCE [LINK]

VULNERABILITY [LINK]

WAIT FOR ME; I'M COMING [LINK]

WANTING TO BE WANTED [LINK]

WAR [LINK]

WATER [LINK]

WEATHER [LINK]

WEREWOLVES [LINK]

WHEN WORDS ARE NOT ENOUGH [LINK]

WHEREVER I GO THERE I AM [LINK]

WOMANHOOD [LINK]

YEARNING [LINK]

YOU KNEW WHAT I WAS WHEN YOU PICKED ME UP [LINK]

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