#[and it's totally not like i give myself angst on a constantly when it comes to kei]

[fiercelywinged]

Yes, hi, I apparently have a thirst for heart-wrenching angst that may or may not also involve physically hurting my muse...

[lidiasloca]

Ok this one of my ideas not sure if I have actually read it before or if it was a fever dream. Az has a girlfriend/ mate that the inner circle hasn’t met before.she works with marja as a high and has maybe other powers I don’t know. I have 2x options in which to take this idea. 1. Azzy gets very hurt on a mission and his brought to you to fix him. Very emotional IC and reader. They save him blah blah. 2. Some of the healers are working on so far out town. Az was cutie and like don’t go. She was like boo you go all the time I going to help people. Love you be back soon. But while they are there they are kidnapped by someone ( you pick). Word gets back to Marja who tells Rhys and Az happens to be there. Az freaks out when he hears our name on the list of miss. Blah blah.

totally cool if you don’t wanna use. It is just an idea.

azriel being worried about you going on a mission

azriel x reader

fulff

a/n: i ain't really not for angst these days, so i only took the beginning of your second idea, hope u dont mind :)

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“You will not go,” Azriel sates, and his voice is so commanding and serious you stop in your tracks. 

“Azriel, we’ve been through this. I’m a healer. This is my job.”

“No, your job is to heal people being safe,” he explains as if you were stupid. You know he means well, but you are growing more irritated by the moment. “Your job is not putting your life in danger.”

“Well, saving lives in the middle of a war comes obviously with my life being in danger.”

Giving him your back, you continue packing all you need for the journey. You hear his footsteps getting closer, then his hand is on your back, gently stroking. “Y/N. Please,” and it sounds enough of a plea for you to turn and face him. 

“Azriel, you constantly put yourself in danger. Almost everyday I have to see you leave to work, with no assurance you will come back.”

His eyes drop to his feet in defeat. “I know, and I know it’s not fair for me to ask you this. But - I simply don’t care.” He watches you again, a spark of confidence and hope settles in his eyes. “I cannot risk loosing you, and the risk of loosing you is higher than yours is to lose me on a mission.” When he catches your frown, he adds, “You must give me this; I know how to defend myself better than you in the battlefield.”

You let out a soft chuckle, the seriousness of before fading a bit as a timid smile blooms on his face.

But your mind is made up. “Azriel,” you sigh. “I must go still.”

His lips close to a thin line, worry back in his face. He takes your hands in his scarred ones. You are to hear his angry pleads again, but to your surprise, he simple answers, “Alright.”

You open your eyes wide in astonishment. “Alright?”

Your mate grins before adding, “Alright.” And that grin means two things. Trouble, or planed trouble. 

“What is your mind up to, Az?” you ask accusingly, as if he was no more than a kid planing mischief. 

His grin grows more teasing. “Nothing, nothing,” he says as he turns to your travel trunk, putting things. His things. “It’s just that I'm going with you.”

“What?”

“What?” he says, totally unfazed by the situation. “You need protection. I want to know you are safe. You are no good with a sword, yet excellent healing people. I’m quite good with a sword. I think it’s a perfect plan.”

“You miss that Rhys has assigned you a mission in the Spring Court. Tomorrow.”

He looks at you, looking at you as if what you’ve said it’s dumb. “I don’t remember that.”

“Yes, you do.”

“Love,” he says, and his voice is serious again. “Please. I beg you, don’t make me suffer like this. Let me accompany you. I will talk to Rhys and he will understand. He knows how terrible it is to know your mate is in danger, no mater how strong or brave she is. And you are, but I am not strong enough to spend every second of the following days not knowing if you are safe.”

You sigh, now you are defeated. “Alright.” He smiles triumphantly, so you are quickly to add sternly, “But no scaring anyone that comes near me, understood?”

“Yes, ma’am,” and he has that teasing smirk on his face again. 

-Characters by Sarah J Maas

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[yesimwriting]

MA'M I LOVE YOUR BEST FRIEND FELIX WRITINGS BUT MY JEALOUS AND SOFTY SHORT ASS CAN'T HANDLE IT 😭 IM HURTING MYSELF BUT IT HURTS SO GOOD, LIKE IF I WAS BEST FRIEND Y/N ID BE BAWLING MY EYES OUT AFTER SEEING HIM WITH ANOTHER GIRL LIKE- WHY IS ALL OF THIS SO CARDIGAN BY TS CODED-

a/n i love taylor and taylor related angst and i get the jealousy thing,, but i think the thing with bestfriend!felix is that he's so obvious about his priorities that by the time reader can register jealousy,, felix is already there

so here's a drabble

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Going out tonight wasn't your idea. A week of long lectures and even longer homework had drained you. But Felix wanted to...and you...You wanted to be around Felix.

Maybe Farleigh's comments about you following Felix around like a puppy aren't as exaggerated as they feel when you're sober. Ugh. The thought of Farleigh being right gives that pinch of irritation something to latch onto.

"They have those drinks you like." The voice is clear despite the base of the music that you can still hear from right outside the club. You turn your head away from the group of stragglers hanging around the outdoor bar. "Had. I got the last one."

You grin at Felix, any lingering angst not exactly evaporating into the cool night air, but the shift is enough to make the smile feel unforced. "Lucky."

He's finally within arm's reach, a fact that he takes advantage of immediately. Felix's palm settles against your shoulder, his thumb dragging across your skin. "Extremely." There's a fondness there that chips away at what's left of your irritation. "Here." You take the glass from him. "Sam almost tackled another bar tender to get the last of the simple syrup."

Ironically, the sip that's halfway down your throat seems to lose any hints of sweetness as soon as the words come out of Felix's mouth. You've met Sam, and while you don't dislike her, you're not sure the neutrality is mutual.

It's a fact you don't dwell. Sam's a bottle blonde bar tender who looks like she was born to walk around in low cut tank tops and cut off shorts. Not that her being pretty matters, but there's an edge to her beauty that implies an effortless coolness that doesn't usually meld with who you are. It's no one's fault. You think those types of girls are charming and fun in a way that's somehow even bolder than the friends that you consider wild. It's just never been a mutual admiration.

And Sam's been hanging around Felix a lot lately, showing up at parties, staying later than anyone else besides you. They've gone home together a few times. Felix hasn't said too much about that, but that doesn't indicate anything. You guys don't talk about that kind of stuff. Even best friends as close as you two have boundaries.

Not that it matters if Felix is with someone like Sam. She seems fun and pretty and bold and--the total opposite of you.

That hits you like a thumb jabbing into a bruise. Since when is Felix's constantly rotating door of flings a sore point? When he pawns you off on Farleigh--even when he's not in the mood for you--so he can have a moment in the employee bathroom.

"Y'okay?"

You nod, "Yeah." Felix's eyebrows pinch together, a barely there implication of concern that's almost ignorable beneath the poor lighting. "Everything's just kind of hitting me a little."

He nods, "Do you need to sit?" Felix's hold on your shoulder tightens. "Is that why you came outside?"

"Uh--no." The response feels flat. "I mean--yeah, I wanted some air, but I don't feel sick or anything."

He watches you openly for what feels like its own eternity. You're not sure what he's looking for, but you must not pass the inspection because he frowns. "Okay." As if to validate Felix's attempt at letting your mood go, you bring your glass back to your lips. "You know--if you're not feeling--if you want to go, you can tell me."

"I know." You do know that. Felix has always been good about listening, about wanting to make sure you're comfortable.

You take another sip of your drink. Of course Sam's good at mixing drinks. You can picture her tripping over herself, rushing to grab the nearly empty bottle of syrup and risking making an enemy of a coworker to avoid having to tell Felix no.

Felix takes a step forward, his hand sliding across your back so that his arm can settle around your shoulders. It's instinct to lean into the contact. He's warm in a way that rivals the buzz in your system. "When we do go, we're going to have to go out the back way."

You let your head rest against his side. "Why?"

"Don't think Sam's going to be going out of her way to get me drinks again."

You crane your neck to look up at him, "What? Why?"

His eyes meet yours, and then he's dropping his gaze to the floor. "You have become such a gossip."

A sound that's a combination between a scoff and a laugh tumbles past your lips. "Have not."

"You and Farleigh," Felix continues, "You two always need to ask, always need to have an opinion."

"Not true," you defend weakly, "If I was a gossip I'd talk about how slutty--"

You cut yourself off, regretting your phrasing as soon as the word is out. Felix pulls back slightly, mouth falling open in exaggerated offense. "You called me a slut?"

"No," you defend yourself through a laugh, "I was saying that you have been slutty." Felix raises his eyebrows at you. "It's different." Felix's eyes narrow in an attempt to offset the smile tugging at his lips. "It is."

"Yeah?" He leans forward with no warning, his lips pressing against your cheek. That kiss is followed by another. Again and again, each more affectionate and touchy than the last.

His lips brush against your jaw. "Fe-lix." It wants to be a warning, but the nervous giggle that breaks his name into two makes coming off as threatening impossible.

"What?" He hums, his lips finding your neck. "If I'm that slutty, we should have a go at it."

You laugh, ignoring the heat burning its way up your neck because it's just Felix. "There's a bathroom inside."

Felix stills before pulling away enough to look you in the eye. There's the faintest flush tinging his skin. You laugh again, this time the sound fuller. It's nice to see flashes of the softer side of Felix while out in the real world. Felix laughs with you.

You tilt your head, pressing a kiss against his cheek. "For you, I'd spring for a hotel room."

"Now I feel special."

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taglist; @vader-is-hot @spiritofbuddha @getosangie @freyafriggafrey @ilovehyperfixating @aryiannarae @willowpains @ker0senebunny

[oonajaeadira]

For the Love of Fic: August 21

Now that the busytimes are over, I just desperately wanted to get back to the fic world. And I may have binged a little. No punishments plz. I have a lot of catching up to do.

Also dang, there's a lot of Jack this time around. There must be whiskey in the water...

🪐 = Year of Themed Creation fic

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JOEL MILLER

Kindred Spirits by @all-the-things-2020 🪐 It's Anne of Green Gables, but with Ellie and Joel. Really, y'all, this one caught me in my chest and had me tearing up more than once watching Joel come back to life for the love of a new daughter. My heart!!!!!

Surrender Chapter 10 and Chapter 11 by @ezrasbirdie So now we've gotten to the end of Kin and I'm still tense about Joel and Ellie even if I understand that their story will lead them back to Jackson. But now I'm just worried about Daisy. She's so vulnerable, so convinced that love is an accident or will always be so fragile and fleeting, I'm so afraid she'll run from it before she has a chance for it to really sink in. I just want to smoosh her and never let her go.

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EZRA

Taking Root by @the-blind-assassin-12 This short story takes place in an existing Ezra storyline, but you don't need to know that series to appreciate this fluffy bit of lovely, heartwarming give and take between Ezra and Cee as they make a gift for someone they love and care for.

E is for Exhibition by @butchmandalorian 🪐 Pro dom!Ezra is back, my beloved, and this time it's sex in a movie theater. He is such a menace and loves his work so much. I really wish the man was real. I am not a BDSM girl, but there's just something about butchmandalorian's Ez that gets me in all the right places.

Kinktober in June: Focus by @leslie-lyman Holy balls, y'all. This is mesmerizing in every single sense of the word: a little hypno-kink will do ya. Even without his arm and his humanity, Ezra still has many skills. The ability to manipulate and get what he wants. A silken voice. Patience. And apparently, that's all you need too.

E. - "Are you sure you're ready for this?" by @missredherring A drabbled writing exercise wherein Miss Red takes the prompt out of the smut box and into a softer place. Which is totally my jam.

Miles and Time by @never--doubt 🪐 Have I said yet how much I love Ezra? Or soulmates? I've never seen this mechanic before--the one where you have numbers on your wrist counting down the distance between soulmates. I love it. There's a lifetime of angst, but man, Ezra's worth the wait.

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JACK DANIELS

Draft Release: Dial Up the Jack, Dim the Whiskey by @artemiseamoon 🪐 You know, I had the same reaction to Jack that OFC Bria does here. Initially, I thought he was ridiculous and full of ego, not worth losing my heart to. But she gets to see the Jack that's deep down inside that Whiskey persona and...well...never say never.

untitled by @brandyllyn Hi would you like to be punched in the heart with just 600 words? Why don't you read what happens when Jack comes back from taking another bullet to the skull? I feel like this could be the prologue to a story that could end up so so sweet...but damn, that last sentence is a doozy.

Saying I Love You With Flowers by @songsformonkeys 🪐 I'm not really a flower person myself, but if I was getting them from y crush constantly, I could be converted real fast. Is there anything as lovely as when Jack's both a scamp and a gentleman all at once? He's the master at it and I am a puddle at his feet.

How Wrong You Are by @haylzcyon A short and sweet piece wherein Jack professes his care in the aftermath of a sketchy getaway. Haylz is never over-saccharine, but hits all the notes just right, just like a damn fine Whiskey indeed.

Bangathon: Position: Kneeling Reach Around (with Marcus Pike) and Position: 69 by @prolix-yuy My goodness, LJ is great at the smut and I love how she writes Jack. He's a confident lover, putting the object of his affection exactly where he needs them...and where they will soon understand they need to be. He may go after what he wants, but he never pushes too hard and always makes sure it's what they really want. I would 100% want to be in this man's mustachio'ed embrace. Yee-effin-haw.

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JAVI GUTIERREZ

Music Box: Prologue by @beecastle Aw yeah, we're getting Little Mermaid AU! This is a quick prologue setting us up for wanting more--both in terms of story AND in terms of the reader character wanting to learn more about humans. I'm hoping there's a certain sweet human in her eyeline soon....

To Your Rescue by @flightlessangelwings 🪐 Oh to be in the employ of Javi Gutierrez. To have his attention, his yearning looks, his protection. Really, my favorite thing would be to fall asleep watching movies with him...and you'll get that here too.

Litha by @grogusmum 🪐 Javi and his beekeeper girl are sweet as honey and I'm not gonna shy away from saying so. I love that he appreciates her taking an interest in his hobbies and family celebrations and shows that he cares for her interests by helping her celebrate a sweet Midsummers!

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MARCUS MORENO

Taste by @@radiowallet I generally don't read Marcus but I will always ALWAYS make an enthusiastic exception for Cat's Marcus. He is a true hero, both sweet and confident, pulled so ardently by his needs but really getting off on saving the day for you. And, of course, there's Cat's style of writing which is song in itself. If anyone can make me fall in love with period sex, it's her, it's Marcus, it's this sweetly smutty fic in all its soft, yearning glory.

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TIM ROCKFORD

First Mistake by @hopeamarsu 🪐 I am really delighted by this little character study. Hopes took what we see in the trailer and turned it inward, focusing on Tim's physical sensations and trains of thought. The way he registers the take-out he's eating, how he craves the whiskey in his desk drawer, his frustration as he looks at the clue board trying to make that crucial connection. It's a beautiful little piece, simple and yet full of so much.

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PERO TOVAR

untitled by @writeforfandoms I am such a sucker for Jen's modern-not-modern Pero. He is learning, but still such a menace and a hedonist that I can't help but giggle at him and adore him in equal measure. I love when his puppydog nature rears its head like it does here as he tries to keep his reader all to himself on a nice picnicy day...

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JAVIER PEÑA

The Third Date by @lowlights What Laura has done here is pretty much described my perfect third date with Javier. I mean, it's Javi being soft, giving his attentions, doing soft naughty things in public. But even more than that, it's tacos, y'all. Sign me up.

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DIN DJARIN

Year of Small Joys: Stargazing by @keldabe-kriff 🪐 I love that Lyr is focusing on small joys. It's totally my jam to see my favorite characters just having a moment of peace or happiness, just to see their reaction to something I find lovely or to hear their thoughts about something I'd never stopped to notice. This time it's Din and stars, which really should be old hat for him. But he still finds a beauty in stargazing...

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OBERYN MARTELL

2023 Summer Kiss Prompt #8: Oberyn Martell - Apology Kiss / Jealous Kissing by @something-tofightfor I might be living for this modern AU playboy Oberyn and his proclivity to be vulnerable in my presence, to open up and be real when hurt feelings are on the line. He did wrong, but I think he'll make up for it, and boy howdy do I want to be on the receiving end of that.

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SPECIAL GUEST CORNER

OBI-WAN KENOBI

A Chance Taken by @ghostofskywalker 🪐 I know that Obi-Wan has his duty, but wouldn't it be nice if he always harbored feelings and had plans to settle after the war? This one is living that dream....I wants it.

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BOROMIR

The Advice of Hobbits by @ironmandeficiency I mean, nobody should take advice from Merry and Pippin. And so it goes without saying that nobody should take love advice from Merry and Pippin. Ever. Poor Boromir. But I'm not gonna lie. The results are pretty cute.

[chaerins-world]

Enchanted to meet you

A Park Sunghoon fic.

Warnings: Female reader, terminal illness, mentioned impending major character death, might be a little sad at the beginning, mostly will be fluff

Not proofread!

A/N: If you couldn’t tell by now, I mainly write based on music, and mainly based on Taylor swifts music bc why not. So in honor of Speak Now (Taylor’s Version), here is a new Sunghoon fic based on Enchanted. Also I so totally planning on making an angsty part two of this based on Dear John (maybe it’ll be from Hoon’s pov) (also I’m not really good at angst but I can try)

Word Count: 1,180

I am awoken by a knock at my door. It is my father. He opens it with sad eyes. “Hello darling”, he says, “I’ve brought you breakfast”. “Thank you father, but I have no appetite”, I say weakly and give him a tired look. I watch as he sets the tray of porridge on my bedside table and backs out of the room with tears brimming his eyes.

It pains me to know how much this hurts him. To think how he has such a limited time left with his only daughter. My mother died during my delivery. It pains me to know that not only has my father lost the love of his life because of me, but he will also lose the only resemblance of her he has in his life.

I close my eyes and let out a deep breath as my head begins to ache. Though this time is not as bad as most. You see, when I was 14, the doctors discovered a tumor in my brain. As time passed, these headaches have been getting worse and worse. Most days they are unbearable, as if someone is constantly banging into my skull with a hammer. But today, I smile softly as it is simply no more than a dull ache. I know that I don’t have much longer, I know, my father knows. I’m honestly luck to have made it this far. Especially without the proper treatment. I think my father blames himself for this somehow. I thinks he blames himself for not bringing in enough money for me to receive proper care. But it’s not his fault, and I tell him that constantly.

I jump when I hear the door open again. “I’m sorry, my love”, my father says quietly, he must have sensed the headache by the look on my face. “It’s okay father.”, I say and smile weakly. He sits at the foot of my bed and says, “I have a surprise for you my dear.” I look at him expectantly as he stands again. He walks out of the room and comes back with the most beautiful gown I’ve seen in my lifetime. I gasp and stare at him with wide eyes. “Father, how did you afford this”, I ask astonished. “My darling I did not buy it. I’ve made it for you by hand.”, he says. I feel tears begin to pool as I slowly rose from my bed and wrap my arms around him.

“Come now,” he says as he wipes away his tears and leads me to the dressing room, “this is not the only part of this gift darling.” I give him a confused look. “What do you mean father?”, I ask. “I made this gown for you so that you could attend the princes ball tonight.”, he says and I stare at him wide-eyed. Attending a hall has always been my dream. “Thank you so much father”, I say as I begin to cry again. He gently embraces me once more and wipes my tears. “Nome of that now, you must get ready. The ball does start in 2 hours.”, he says and I gasp as I scramble to get dressed, pushing him out of the room as I do so.

I marvel at the gown once I have it on. It is truly the most beautiful piece of attire I have ever seen. I had no idea father could do handiwork like this. I turn to myself in the mirror. I had no idea I could look this beautiful.

As I arrive at the palace, I am nervous. I’ve never been this nervous before. I’m not sure why though, most girls walk into the princes ball looking for marriage, whether it be from the prince himself or from some other royal family. But for me, this is simply my dying wish. I walk through the entrance and to the top of the stairs that lead to the ballroom, heels clicking with each step. I stare at the large room, all filled with people. Women in some of the most beautiful gowns, men in their most dashing suits. I sigh as I feel the dull ache start to creep its way back into my head.

I put on a smile and walk down the steps. I hear the room go quiet save for the gentle music playing, and many sets of eyes are turned towards me. I blush slightly, not used to all the attention and continue to make my way downstairs and across the room.

Eventually, people return to dancing and chatting as they were, and I remain in my place at one of the tables. I stare down at the small plate of sweets I had picked for myself and think about just how happy I am. And how bittersweet this feeling is after all. After 18 long years I’m finally living my one true dream. And it’s all because I’m dying. I’m snapped out of my haze when I hear a someone clear their through with a tap on my shoulder.

I slowly turn to meet eyes with the person and it’s like the world has stopped. Suddenly, I no longer hear the music and chatter of the ballroom. The dull ache in my head starts to fizzle away and Is replaced by silence. I am absolutely enchanted by this man and by the looks of it, he is just as enchanted by me. He takes my hand with a smile and gives me a slight bow. “Prince Park Sunghoon, it is a pleasure to meet you milady.”, he says. “Y/N L/N”, I reply, “It is a pleasure to meet you as well.” He leans down and places a soft kiss the the top of my hand and a small blush makes its way over my face. “May I have this dance?”, he asks and extends his hand in my direction. I smile and take his hand.

We dance for hours on end, laughing and smiling. We even talked while dancing. I got to know him, and all the little things like his favorite color, his favorite food and all kinds of other things. And he got to know mine. Now I know this seems fast but, I think I truly love this man. And as the night closed, he did something that truly surprised me.

After our final dance, Prince Sunghoon grabbed both my hands and stared deeply into my eyes, an expression of pure and utter love reflecting into my own. Slowly he bent to one knee, and said “Y/N L/N, I may have only met you at the beginning of the night, but I feel like I’ve known you for a thousand lifetimes. You truly are the most amazing and kind woman I have ever met. Will you make time the happiest man alive and be my bride?”, he asks. I let out a small gasp before my eyes well with tears. “Yes, a thousand times yes”, I answer and pull him up to wrap my arms around his neck.

The end~

I kinda rushed it a little at the end bc I got distracted and lost my train of thought 😞

Anyways I fully plan on making the part two as of now. It will probably be in sunghoons pov and will follow up on the whole “I know I don’t have much longer” aspect of it.

Anyways, it kinda sucks but I hope you enjoyed it at least a little! Have a good day <3

Love,

chaerin <3

[alexdelray1]

Miles 42 x F Reader

Attention! Angst! Death and other events occurring in Marvel.

I recently watched Avatar. This new part and this part from 2009. Awesome and now I want to be blue and be at least 2 meters high. And I want to say that each of the earth numbers used is not accidental.

I feel like a win when I lose.

-Who are you to me anyway?- Miles asked me.

-Your girlfriend on Earth 42, but don't worry. Miles from the dimensions above the earth 1000 are not my type. - I replied with a laugh during the last sentence, looking at Gwen apologetically.

How are you girls, guys and non-binaries? Here is your favorite and unique Spider-Girl not in her universe! My name is Reader Hardy and at the beginning my destiny on Earth 42 was to be Black Cat, but after an incident where there was no hero there, I had to give up being a hot cat. It's a pity, but at least girls are constantly attracted to me, not to mention boys. Supposedly, I'm a normal teenager who goes to Visions school, listens to Ayesha Erotica, Rihanna, Lady Gaga and Gwen Stefani, but at night and sometimes during the day I am the iconic Spider-Girl. And you can ask. Why Spider-Girl and not Spider-Woman? While thinking about my identification name, I realized that for now I see myself as more of a girl than a woman. Okay, we have to stop this monologue.

-Really?”-Miles asked.

-Yes. Men below 1000 Earth are mostly hotter. - I replied and took off the mask. We're at HQ and Gwen is giving Miles a little tour.

-No, it's not about that. I'm your boyfriend on Earth 42?- he asked, surprised.

-Buddy, by this logic you are someone's boyfriend on every earth. For example, on Earth 8, you are Gwen's husband. That's how it works. For example, I'm dating Peter on earth 901220. And, for example, our Peter is with Mary Jane on earth 616B.- I explained to him.

-Doesn't that make you feel a little weird?- Miles asked me with a grimace.

-Only a little, but it's not that bad. For example, we won't have such an attitude because my Miles is your opposite. Literally. - I wanted to reduce the tension.

-That's true. Once Reader showed me a picture of him and he's a total geek and you're a nerd. - Gwen laughed.

-Seriously...! Oh, I'm sorry, but I have to sweep up. There will be a canon event soon. - I said and opened a portal to my earth.

-Wait! Canon what?- Miles asked.

-Gwen will explain!- I said and entered the portal.

I found myself in an alley next to the police station and everything.

I closed the portal and put on the mask. Thanks to my nets, I jumped onto the police station building. Nice view. It's already evening which means my shift starts now. Why should I sit at the police station? After all, the American police will shoot me and maybe my mother will.

I swinged (I don't know what to call it) to the building opposite and was about to swing somewhere else but I heard an explosion and screams coming from the police station. Oh no. Please, I beg you not.

My reaction was quick and in a few seconds I was already in the ruins of the previous building.

I saw the bodies of policemen and policewomen. I quickly picked up the four bodies and set them down far away from the building, and did this a few more times. My mother was nowhere to be found. I moved the bodies that I could get out a little further away from the living. I heard sirens. Police from another station, many ambulances and the fire brigade will be here soon. Wait what's that?

-Reader....Reader......- I heard groans from under the rubble. I quickly pushed them away and saw my mother whose legs were now just a memory. The only thing that kept her alive was that the large stone on her legs stopped some of the bleeding.

-Ma!... Mrs. Hardy!- I said and crouched down next to her.

-Spider-Girl? Please, please tell me, is my daughter safe? - my mother asked me.

-Your daughter is safe because she is right here.- I replied with tears in my eyes.

-Reader? I could have guessed. The secrets, the oddities, the excuses. Reader, please. Let me see your face one last time.- my mother said. No one could see us through the rubble and smoke. I took off my mask. My face didn't look good at all. Tears and bulging eyes.

-My brave daughter became a hero. What a pity that I won't be able to see your next actions. - Mom smiled weakly.

-You will see. The rescuers will come for you soon and everything will be fine.- I said with false hope.

-Reader remember, with great power comes great responsibility.- Her eyes had no life left in them, she didn't move.

-No, no, no.... MOM! - I put on the mask and stood up, the services started searching the area for more victims.

-Here!- I shouted and when they started getting closer, I left.

I ran into my room and quickly changed into my normal clothes. I couldn't stand it and fell to the floor crying.

After a while, Miles ran into my room, but when I first looked at him, it looked like he was happy about something earlier, but when he saw me, his smile disappeared.

-Reader! What happened? - Miles asked me and knelt down next to me. I couldn't answer. The TV in my room was showing the news.

-Ladies and gentlemen. Today at 7:25 p.m. a police station in Brooklyn exploded. 20 people died and 15 were injured. The dead were Carl Grayson, Mark Smith, Jannie Queen, Camila Hardy.... the serial criminal Prowler was seen at the scene. It is believed that he is the reason and culprit of the massacre... - I didn't listen anymore.

-Prowler, he killed my mom.- I somehow managed to say.

-Wait, doesn't your mom work at the 99th Precinct in Brooklyn?- Miles asked me.

-No, Miles, she worked on the one that's in ruins because of that son of a bitch. - Miles didn't tell me anything. I looked to the side at something glowing purple under his coat.

-Miles, where were you then? - I asked him, looking into his eyes.

-Ummm, at home.- he replied, avoiding eye contact.

-You're lying.- I said and got up and he immediately followed me.

-Not at all.- he said, trying not to avoid eye contact.

-You're a Prowler... How could you?! I trusted you! - I started screaming and crying.

-It's not like that! I didn't want to kill your mother.- Miles tried to explain.

-You wanted to kill everyone! You knew this would happen! I hate you! YOU KILLED MY MOTHER! - I screamed.

-Reader!- Miles took a step back.

-Go away! I do not want to know you! The only reason I'm letting you go innocent now is because Spider-Girl will take care of you! And God knows if you try to talk to me again, I'll break your neck.- I threatened him. Miles left my apartment with a serious expression on his face.

I sat on the bed and the tears flowed mercilessly. I looked at my 'watch'.

"Canon event completed"

[partrin]

Hello! For the choosing violence ask game: 8, 10, and 16?

omg hiiii!!! okay this is gonna be interesting. questions are from this post!

#8: common fandom opinion that everyone is wrong about

that haru doesn't or very rarely curses. when he's written in fics and he curses, it's often written like it's an anomaly, or just something he does during sexy time. but i would go as far as to say he probably curses more than rin does; you just don't see it because he keeps shit to himself.

i can totally see him preparing dinner, accidentally cutting himself with the knife and muttering a string of expletives to himself. or him saying shit along the lines of kutabare (fuck you) or shinjimae (go to hell) or even damare konoyarou (stfu you bastard) to rin as they playfully banter. or maybe even while he games and loses (i somehow have the inkling that when it comes to gaming, haru can be quite the rage quitter/sore loser. and makoto would be there to like, help him de-escalate.)

we've seen glimpses of how, in their younger years, makoto had to often remind haru to speak politely. and hence... y'know.

ALSO!!!!! in those angel/demon fics, rin is often written as the demon but!!!! i actually think him being the angel and haru being the demon makes more sense??? especially in those angel/incubi fics in particular. 'cause metaphorically speaking, haru is the type that needs to feed off people's energy in order not to "die." like how he feeds off rin's infectious, grandiose dreams before he can find his own, or how he gave in to nagisa's idea of starting the swim club. haru the incubi. nice ring to it.

#10: worst part of fanon

this question is kinda similar to the first. but here's what i think—the fact that sousuke is often written as this massive, constantly stormy character is?? so ?????? i say this because i see the potential for him to actually be a huge joker lmao. or a somewhat flirty, sarcastic asshole (affectionately).

like, imagine the banter he has with rin in private. remember how he teased rin about how he can see why rin admires haru so much? that rin is so enamoured with haru......'s swimming? imagine that but like, 29263726x more intense in private. and remember that episode where rin is packing for australia after his third year of high school and sourin come across momo's weird insect book and sousuke jokes about giving it away or some shit???? and he actually laughs? the man is not as brooding and angry all the time as fanon suggests.

i mean, yeah, this isn't exactly the worst thing about fanon, but it's the only thing that came to mind.

#16: you can't understand why so many people like this thing (characterization, trope, headcanon, etc)

everyone has a right to like the things they like, but i personally (this is so hypocritical of me) find the slow burn friends to lovers trope SO BORING. i mean, yeah, it's sweet and all, but c'mon. give me major angst. give me rivals that hate each other's guts realising they'd mistaken their deep-rooted admiration and love and obsession for hatred and jealousy and murderous intent. give me "you better not die or else i'll kill you myself" type romance. give me "i'll burn myself to ashes to keep you warm" type of love.

friends to lovers is like, the most anticlimactic trope ever i'm sorry.

but i'm probably saying all this because i reaaaaaally like reading angst and plot twists soooo.

thanks for the asks! ❤️

[checkxmaster]

What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

What do you love about your muse?

What do you hate about your muse?

What about your muse amuses you?

What about your muse makes you sad?

Why do you think you connect to your muse?

{out of code} Questions For the Mun, answered below! =)

1. What makes you the most emotional about your muse?

How brave he was despite being so afraid, and how much he cares about other people. The scene where everyone gets sliced and diced in the laser corridor and then Kap says, "We have to complete the mission," and goes in there like a champ, even though he looks about ready to either crap his pants or pass out? I always end up just involuntarily saying, "Awwww..." every time, because I just admire that so much but I also feel bad for how terrified he was. Despite that, though, he kept going. He might not have been the best soldier as far as focus or nerves, but he was definitely not a coward.

2. What made you decide to write this muse?

Haha honestly, it was all those times I go, "Awwww," when watching the movie, heh. One time I was watching it and I realized that I'd had at least four or so times that I found myself really caring for him, admiring him, or otherwise just being inspired by his actions, and I just thought to myself... why am I not writing this guy already? Also, as an introvert with really bad anxiety myself, I totally understand where he's coming from, so I felt a camaraderie with him at certain points.

3. If you could change one event in your muse’s life (in their main or canon verse), what would you change?

Obviously, I'd not have him die at the end of the movie. Would he make it to Final Chapter? Probably not. But he had a lot of good fight left in him and didn't deserve to go in the first movie. He also, like... didn't deserve to go after they had literally gotten through 99% of everything and were almost out, heh. That seemed like such dirty pool to kill him then. And it was so quick and unceremonious, I just hated it. And yet, if he had survived, he probably would've ended up dead anyway, or undead, or like Matt, because of the experiments they would've put him through after they captured everybody. So I dunno, maybe he got off better and easy by dying early on in the franchise.

4. If you could tell your muse one thing, what would you tell them?

You're a good guy, just keep on doing what you're doing. Having anxiety and not having the greatest stomach for being a soldier doesn't mean you don't have value in other ways. Don't downplay what you're good at because of what you're not good at. Lean into your strengths and ignore the haters, man, you're doing a great job.

5. If you could give your muse one gift, what would you give them?

Could I take away his anxiety? That's the biggest gift I could think of, and personally, I'd like that for myself too, heh. But seriously, if I could reduce that self-doubt and self-inflicted stress that constantly eats away at him, that'd be the best gift for him that I could think of, and the one he'd benefit from the most.

6. If you had to take one positive thing away from your muse, what would you take away?

Just... I guess strength under stress, even if it's not pretty, heh. Just because you're shaking, crying, whimpering, sweating, whatever, doesn't make the heroic act any less heroic. What was that great line from GoT? "Can a man still be brave if he's afraid?"..."That is the only time a man can be brave." You don't have to be a slick motherfucker to still be a badass in your own way. I guess that's the main positive takeway I get from Kap's character.

7. If you could “borrow” one aspect of your muse and apply it to yourself or your own life, what would you borrow?

Oh my freaking gods, if I could have his tech ability, I'd be set for life. haha. I know more about computers/tech than the average person, since my father is an expert in computer software, hardware, and electrical engineering. I grew up around him and learning what I could, so I'm not like... an idiot when it comes to stuff. But I still am not tech savvy by any means, and it gets in the way of life quite often, heh. Also I'd kill to be able to code and write my own game mods, create my own indie games, that sort of thing. So yeah, his tech ability is something I'd definitely want.

8. Do you genuinely want your muse to be happy? What do you think would make them most happy in life?

Oh of course I do. Kaplan's such a sweet guy, he deserves all the good things in life, seriously. He's a rare purehearted character in a whole lotta horror and chaos and I just wanna give him blankets and kittens and hot choccy. XD What would make him happiest is just being a quiet family man who builds computers and other things out of his basement, seriously. He could be perfectly happy doing that. I feel like teaching electrical engineering, coding, or computer theory at like the college level would also be something he'd enjoy.

9. Do you enjoy putting your muse through angst? What do you think would break their heart the most?

No, not really. Don't get me wrong, I'm a total angst wore haha. And as a fan of the survival horror genre, I love seeing characters in tense and angsty survival situations But with Kaplan, I dunno. Maybe it was how expressive Martin Crewes was with his facial expressions, but putting poor Kaplan through angst just isn't fun at all. The poor guy gets these sad, soulful looks that show every ounce of his pain, fear, doubt, and sorrow, and it takes all the fun out of it for me, heh. But, like I do with most muses, I do enjoy if he's in situations like that, eventually seeing him through to some better end. Some closure, resolution, support, or personal development. Then it's more worth it.

As far as what would break him, I mean... that laser corridor thing came pretty damn close. Not only did several friends and comrades die right in the next room, but it happened on his watch. It happened when he assured them they were safe. He trusted them and he let them down. It was his fault. Now, of course, it wasn't, but that's how Kaplan sees it. So losing people like that and then having the added guilt of feeling responsible for it is something that could definitely break him.

Another thing is loss of hope. He was about to kill himself, thinking there was no hope left, seeing himself in an impossible situation with an incurable fatal infection. Somehow, he found the strength to choose to live, and that will always be something very inspirational to me. But that kind of swift and total loss of hope can disillusion him enough to potentially break him.

10. What do you love about your muse?

He's just so cute, heh. I don't mean physically, but personality-wise. He can be a total nerd one minute and a F-bomb-dropping badass the next, and I think that's really awesome, heh.

11. What do you hate about your muse?

I think the way his anxiety was handled was very stereotypical and unfair, but then again, it was 2001-2 when this movie was made and many conditions and/or disabilities, whether physical or mental in nature, were not handled or understood as well then as they are today. Hell, even today people are still treated differently or unfairly for afflictions outside of their control. Kaplan was made to feel like his anxiety was actually cowardice, stupidity, and/or a failure of character in some way, when really he had no business being permitted or ordered to be a soldier in the first place. I get that teams like that need tech specialists, but someone with his level of anxiety that interferes with his ability to function and to do his job at times should never have been placed in that kind of high-stress position. He should have remained a civilian tech specialist, and I hate that he was treated/viewed the way he was.

12. What about your muse amuses you?

The way his voice cracks when he's freaking out. After he lets Alice, Matt, and Rain out of the lab and closes the door on the licker and yells, "What the fuck was that?!" his voice reaches his high-pitched tone that was really funny. It inserted some very successful comic relief into an otherwise dire situation. Rain's response of, "It's a long story!" was also gold. XD

13. What about your muse makes you sad?

The way he died. I realize it's survival horror. We're gonna come down to the last group, the last couple, the final girl/guy, and I get that. But Kaplan made it so far and was developed enough as a character up until that point that the way he was just unceremoniously and quickly snatched up by the licker and never seen again... meh, it just didn't seem right to me. Some members of his team who were far less developed got longer/better/more reverent death scenes way earlier in the movie, and it made his seem cheap by comparison.

14. How would you describe your muse to someone about to meet them, in person, for the first time?

Hmm... he's a shy, nerdy tech expert and all-around decent guy. =)

15. Would you like your muse as a person if you met them in real life?

Sure, why not! I think we could be friends, I really do. We'd definitely vibe on computer/gaming stuff, our sense of humor, and stress at work. XD

16. In what ways are you better than your muse? In what ways are they better than you?

I think, the older I get, the more I learn to stand up for myself. When people come at me hot, or rudely, or try to pin things on me, try to gaslight, try to blame, etc., I used to just shrink and be quiet in my youth. I'm not by any means an assertive person, but I think I've learned to not take nearly as much shit from people as I used to, and I think Kaplan could benefit from a couple lessons in that.

17. Why do you think you connect to your muse?

I think it's the self-doubt, insecurity, and anxiety, honestly. Those are all things that have been very crippling to me, both in my personal life and my work life, so I understand very well how it could affect Kaplan and what's going on in his head when he's experiencing those things. I'm not a soldier, but I was (until I was laid off due to lack of funding) a research scientist that was part of a team (environmental microbiology field). Even though my perceived "shortcomings" didn't cost anyone their life, I have broken equipment, ruined samples, contaminated expensive assay kits, made us look bad in a seminar or class... all because I got nervous, someone was watching me and I felt flustered, someone told me all that was riding on my performance, someone told me to hurry up or made some other comment that upset me, or because there was a time limit I was afraid of not meeting. So I know both that feeling of screwing up and letting yourself down as much as everybody else, and that sinking feeling when everyone around you very pointedly tells you, "Great job, slick, thanks a lot," like you're the weakest link in the chain. That feeling of being part of a team and letting them down... oh man, I know that feeling so well. So I think I connect with Kaplan most on a mental and emotional level, because I understand the mind of someone who has this constant inner dialog of stress, anxiety, and self-doubt that they can never escape and have to fight hard every day to push past.

18. What aspect of your muse’s personality is most important to you? What aspect of your muse’s personality do you think is most important to them? Is it the same? Why or why not?

His perseverance, I think. Despite all his mental setbacks, dude doesn't give up. He might temporarily think he wants to give up, but then he pushes through and keeps on keepin' on. I think that's very central to his personality and important to his character as a whole. What I think is most important to him is probably his work ethic. The ability to sit and work on a job for hours and get it done. Reliability, maybe? He's punctual, he's dedicated, he keeps his promises, things like that. I'm not sure why his answer is different than mine, except to say that I guess I value different things about him than he thinks others value about him. What he values most about himself tends to be the things he thinks others value in him most, because those are the things that make him useful to society, in his opinion. I think more about what's admirable or essential overall, and not about what other people think.

19. If you had to judge your muse and sentence them to a “fair” fate, what would your judgement be? Would you punish them? Reward them? How?

Ugh, well I definitely wouldn't punish him, that's for sure. I don't think he deserves that. But hmm... a "fair" fate... A better fight with that licker, I think? Making it to the end with Alice and Matt and then... maybe he gets captured and experimented on too. If he dies, I'd like to see his death mean something. Maybe he takes out a scientist before he dies. Or maybe he tries to free Alice or Matt and dies in the process. Maybe he hacks the computers and changes what drugs their fed or other things that might have had a effect on their eventual mutations/evolutions in their favor? Something like that. OR... it would've been interesting if he ended up being a carrier of the virus too, like Alice and Matt. Someone who gets infected but doesn't die from it. Maybe he just mutates like Matt. I dunno, there was so much that could've been done with him afterwards and I think it was just a bunch of miss opportunities.

[theheelerbooklifereads]

Rating: 5/5 Stars Summer was kicked out from Brown University due to burning down her sorority house…by accident. Her father pulled some strings for her so she could finish out her junior and senior year at Briar U. The only problem is the sorority will not take her and now she has nowhere to live. But her brother Dean knows some of his old hockey buddies need a fourth roommate since he moved out and graduated. Now Summer is living with three hot dudes and has feelings for one of them. Fitzy (Colin) is a hockey player and a huge nerd. He has feelings for Summer, but she is too much for him. Can these two fight their feelings or will they give in?

The Chase is like the first love you ever had. Just imagine how you felt when you first fell in love and amplify it for this book. That's how I felt, and I just could not get enough of this book.

The Chase is a book that took me less than 48 hours to read and honestly, I have not read a book that fast in a very, very long day, which makes me feel proud of myself.

There is a Spotify playlist for the Briar U/Off Campus series (literally is the playlist title) and I typically only listen to instrumental music when reading but this playlist was everything. It amplified the emotions of this book, made it more fun, and just made you really feel like you were the one falling in love. It was amazing.

When I first started reading this book, I got to say that Summer was giving me major Alexis Rose vibes from Schitt's Creek. As the book went on you really see Summer for who she really is and see a growth in her. Fitz calls Summer fluff in the beginning of the book and I honestly think we see Summer super shallow in the first few chapters because we are supposed to view her as Fitz would.

Speaking of Fitz, I really enjoyed him for being a hockey player and a nerd. I like that he is not the typical jock stereotype and is more realistic.

This book is filled with so much angst that it is so good. It does take a while for them to get together, but the tension, the banter, and the angst was perfection.

The Chase does touch on ADHD and learning disabilities. Summer has ADHD and it affects her with writing assignments since she cannot express herself when writing. She is constantly struggling with focus and hyper. I for one have ADHD and can relate somewhat to her. I noticed she had a lot of squirrel moments, and I was like that's me! I personally have never had issues with organizing essays/papers in high school or college like Summer does, but I used to outline my papers differently than my peers just like Summer does. Summer will color code her info and lay them out on a floor to visualize the structure of the paper. For me I would look up my information and copy and paste the information with the website url into a different word document. I would then have the page pulled up while writing the paper and color code the information to know if I used it and what paragraphs it was in, but I would be paraphrasing/putting it in my own words then doing citations. So, I totally get Summer when it comes to organizing papers or homework differently since outlines for me were hard to do since my brain works so differently.

Something to take not of is that there are some triggers such as sexual assault so please take care when reading this book.

The tropes you can expect are: opposites attract, grumpy x sunshine, not like the other girls, not like the other guys, friends' brother, sports romance, college romance, kind of forced proximity, misunderstandings (it is not that bad since I hate the miscommunication trope, but this was written well), and no 3rd act break up.

Be prepared for a lot of laughs and some football players twerking in bathing suits (some in speedos may I add) at one point in the book. This was just a fun read and I think a lot of people will enjoy it. If you ever read anything by Erin Watt, you will like this book because for those who do not know: Elle Kennedy is a part of the Erin Watt writing duo.

[jeonqkooks]

strictly platonic | jjk (teaser)

READ THE FULL FIC HERE. posted 17.07.22

Sometimes, Jungkook can be a little selfish; and sometimes, the lengths you would go to for his happiness mean relinquishing your own.

pairing: jungkook x reader

genre/warnings: best friends to lovers, college au, fake dating(ish) au, pining!, fluff, angst, smut

release date: TBD. hopefully by the beginning of july

word count: 788 for the teaser (final word count should be at least 10k, we shall see)

note: posting the teaser to actually put some pressure on me to finish this fic instead of letting it collect dust among my wips. also can y’all tell that i got lazy with the banner lol 😭

— if you’d like to be tagged when the fic gets released, go here and fill out the form ♡

Over the years, you have accumulated a list of annoying things about Jeon Jungkook.

He’s very loud, and has absolutely zero subtlety. He’s competitive—perhaps to an alarming extent—and chews with his mouth open sometimes. He’s way too stubborn for his own good and would rather eat soap than admit he’s in the wrong. He’s childish and full of pride at the same time, which is always a combination for disaster.

He can be selfish though he doesn’t mean to; maybe it’s just a side effect of being an overgrown baby. He needs to cuddle when either of you sleeps over, or else he gets agitated and won’t stop whining until you slot yourself into his side.

Jungkook hogs the blanket. He forces you to go on 6AM runs with him. He thinks everything you own is also his by extension, but not vice versa. He constantly blasts music while you’re trying to study, and only turns it down a couple notches when you threaten to tell his mom about that time he was in middle school and broke one of her precious vases, but somehow managed to pin it on the dog.

Despite all that, Jungkook is very charming, effortlessly so. Ever since he had that growth spurt at 14, girls started flocking to his side and vying for his attention, and surprisingly, his previously quiet self morphed into someone more confident and outspoken.

Throughout high school and now halfway into university, Jungkook has become the person that guys wanted to be, and girls wanted to be with.

He looks as if Apollo had descended from the heavens and made himself home among mere mortals. With fluffy dark hair, sparkly Bambi eyes, a jawline that can cut glass, and a well-toned body underneath his oversized hoodies, he’s the textbook definition of “boyfriend material”. Wherever he goes, Jungkook just exudes that charisma that makes people stop and say, “Wow. That. I want that. Where do I get myself someone like that? Do they sell them on Amazon?”

He’s smart in that casual and infuriating way where he still manages to ace all his classes without ever really trying. All his professors adore him even though he’s almost always late to class and hands in his assignments at least a few days after the submission deadline without giving any kind of notice or excuse.

Jungkook seems like the total package—someone that mothers would love to call their son-in-law. (But, not everyone is privy to all his flaws like you are.)

And if all of that isn’t enough to knock the pants off of every wide-eyed college-aged girl, he’s a Fine Arts major who looks like he came straight out of a Pinterest moodboard, who wears a pair of those thin-rimmed glasses in class that always makes the TA just a little distracted. Who carries around a leather-bound journal wherever he goes like he’s a Shakespearean protagonist, just in case inspiration strikes and he needs a place for his sketches. It’s the journal that you saved up for three months to get him as a high school graduation gift, but also the very same one that everyone on campus daydreams about having a page dedicated to them in it.

There are, however, a couple of downsides to having godly looks and being the campus heartthrob.

You reckon this inconveniences you more than it does him. You can’t recall how many girls have come up to you for advice on how to approach him. Or how many love notes you’ve been asked to pass since ninth grade, only for him to skim and toss them.

(Jungkook doesn’t actually throw them away; he just never responds to any of them, thereby bestowing upon you the honor of watching smiles drop from eager lips when you regurgitate the same lines of “Sorry, he’s not looking to date right now” to his admirers.)

The attention gets to his head sometimes, but at least he’s never contracted the same asshole disease that guys get whenever someone throws a couple of looks their way.

You’re his messenger of heartbreak, as he once so annoyingly called it. It helps that he’s your best friend, and you make him treat you to a nice meal after each time. If it happens to be someone especially persistent who would constantly badger you unless you gave them his phone number, he would throw in five extra coffees for all your troubles.

What doesn’t make it easier, though, is the fact that you’re also one of those lovestruck girls whose hearts he breaks on a daily basis, but you’ll never let him in on that little secret.

You’ve known him nearly all your life, and you’ve been in love with him for half that time.

— all rights reserved © jeonqkooks. reposting, translating and/or modifying is not permitted by any means.

[takenbyheartstrings]

HELPING THE ENEMY.

summary: Marc is hunting you down... and yet when it comes time to kill you. He doesn't want to.

pairing: marc spector x tomb raider!fem!reader

warnings: slight angst and fluff.

word count: 1.6k

Grunting, your fingers hold onto the ice-picks as you pull your body up. Your grunt is not missed, and your body is starting to hurt, but the adrenaline is the only thing keeping you going in the tough of the warm cave. You’re sweating and you can’t seem to help it. You’re so close to that artifact and your walkie-talkie isn’t connected... you’re too far below ground. You’ve got people on you too. People that are after you. In particular, you’ve got Marc Spector after you – one of the most notorious assassins and mercenaries out there. You finally get to the top, flopping on your back, coughing up the dirt of the cave.

Your tank top is dirtied brown and your cargo pants too. You’ve got a gash in your side that cuts through your tank tops. Because two would protect you, you thought. Your boots are soaked with water and your hair is wet. You’ve been through hell, and you just needed a minute to lay down. You’re still alert; hand on gun. Pickaxe still in hand. You’re not letting go of your weapons. No way.

You sit up and you meet eyes with him. The man who is here to kill you. Will he succeed? You’re not totally sure. He would’ve killed you by now if he wanted to. You take your gun out of its holster and run forward, your fist tries to connect with his face, but he dodges and then your gun tries to hit his head and he dodges again. He tries the same, but you end up dodging it too.

You’re panting – your stamina is letting up for a short moment. Before you build it back, and you’re a little too late as he grabs your waist and tackle him to the ground, “Shit.” You mutter, he’s pinned you down and you look into his eyes, “Just do your job, please.”

“That willing to give up?” Marc questions, “Put your gun down.”

“No! Why would I do that?”

“Put your gun down.”

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it already.”

“So, would I. Now, put your gun down.”

You give in and let go of your gun, your pickaxe lays on the other side of the room. You let go of your breath, “Look, I’m just trying to get this artifact... I don’t know why so many people want me dead. So just do us all a favour.” You say softly.

Marc can see it in your eyes, how you’re so tired of this. How you’re so over being chased. He looks down at your side and sees the gash that sits in your side, Marc stands pulling you up with him, “Sit down.” He says quietly and you do as he says. You don’t know why you’re not fighting back. You don’t know why you don’t go straight for your gun and shoot him anyway.

Maybe he has a sixth sense. Maybe he’ll know. Maybe you... maybe you won’t die?

He pulls some medical stuff out of a pocket in his cargo pants, “I thought you were here to kill me?” You speak softly as he pulls up your shirt, making you groan.

He shakes his head, “Not today.” He says quiet, “Not today...”

“Why not?” You question through gritted teeth as he wraps you in bandage.

“Don’t feel like it.” He simply states.

You scoff, “Isn’t there a big bounty on my head you can earn?”

He sighs, “Yeah, but I’m not desperate.” He shrugs, finishing the wrap around your waist.

“Why are you helping me?”

“Because I feel like it.”

“I’m not going to make myself easy to find.”

“You weren’t in the first place.”

“So why not just kill me now?”

“Do you want to die?” He raises his voice.

You shake your head, “No... I don’t... but it’s better than constantly running, is it not?” you question him, “It’s better than running from all these people and it’s my mistake because I was the one who accidently let out that I’d be looking for the Ushabti.”

He shakes his head, “They were keeping tabs on you long before that, they knew you would look for it... we just – they just didn’t know where.”

He hands you some water, “It’s not poisonous?” You question softly, you didn’t want to die. Not to something stupid like this.

He chuckles, “Do you see any other source of water?”

You shake your head, “Promise?”

“Promise.” He takes it from you and takes a sip himself to prove it. You take the bottle back and take a deep sip, “I don’t want to kill you.”

You look up at him, “Not because you just don’t feel like it?”

He shakes his head, “No... no... you’re too pretty. To kill.”

You scoff, “So if I was ugly, you would’ve killed me?”

He laughs shaking his head – you like his laugh, “No. I wouldn’t’ve... I only kill people who do the wrong things, and you haven’t done anything wrong.”

“Ah, so you think you’re above your morals of killing people?” You question him.

“Don’t act like you didn’t take lives getting to where you are right now. Don’t act like you haven’t killed thousands of men. You are feared.” He speaks angrily, and he’s right.

“I did what I had to do to survive.”

“And what do you think I’m doing? If I don’t kill you. I die. That’s the deal I made.” He sighs, “They convinced me you were terrible.”

“I’m not.”

“I know.”

“Neither are you.”

“I am.”

You look up at him, “No. You’re not... you’ve had chance after chance to kill me. I could be a terrible person for all you know and maybe they’re right. But you’re letting me go. You’re letting me live.”

Marc looks deeply into your eyes and your stomach does a backflip. Maybe you’re hazy from the injury that sits in your side. Maybe you’re just smitten because he saved you or because he called you pretty. Not many people who are sent to kill you would just do that. But you sense that he’s different. That’s he’s got a rational side to him. There’s a scarf around his neck, but he is not dirty, and he is not wet. Not like you. He is not covered in dirt and sweat. He simply stands there clean. Probably taking the known course to this hell of a cave you’ve found yourself in. He stares into your eyes, and you can feel tears well up in his eyes. He knows what you’re feeling right now. That sense of relief.

As you look over his face and his perfect hair, you see a beautiful man. You see a man who is taken by his trauma. A man who is not his past mistakes and a man who just wants to be loved. You feel sorry for him. You feel sorry for everything that is him and you want to hold him. You want to put your hand on his face and tell him that everything will be okay.

... but he is supposed to be the enemy. You can’t do that. You cannot do any of that, simply because he was sent after you to commit crime and you are working for yourself. Committed to finding the Ushabti of the Egyptian God Ammit. So that you can destroy it. Let nobody else near her power.

“What do you want, Marc?” You ask him, “Why do you work for these people? Do you want Ammit to rule over everything and everyone? Do you want her to take everyone under her control. Judge everyone and determine their lives by the things they might do in the future? A future that is not set in stone. All I want is to destroy the Ushabti. All I want is to protect people.”

“I work for them because I owe them debts. I work for them. I work to kill because of the things that I have done in the past. Because of the things that bind me to them. I don’t want that either. But I have to fight for it because my life is on the line.”

“Or you could help me.” You say simply. Pressing your hand to his face like you had desired to do, “You could help me, and you can fight against them. Against the people that want to kill. You don’t have to be that person, Marc.”

He wants to flinch away from your hand, but it’s warm – there’s a connection that’s built between the two of you in these past few beats of a moment, in this past half of an hour. He can’t seem to pull himself out of your grasp.

Somehow, you can convince him that he is not terrible, and he’s only talked to you briefly, somehow... he feels like he can fight against them because of your words, because your words bring him comfort... more than anyone has in the longest in his life.

Carefully, he places his hand amongst yours, needing into its warmth. Even though there is dirt and blisters on your hand, he does not care. He just wants to feel your touch.

“If I help you... we would have to keep running, you’re tired of that.”

You chuckle, “Just because I’m tired of it, doesn’t mean it will stop.”

He nods, “Why do you want my help? You can ask anyone.”

“You spared my life. You are a renowned assassin and mercenary... and yet, I want your help not because of your skill... but because we want the same things.”

Marc feels needed by you. By the girl who raids tombs and caves. By the girl who is an archaeologist. By the girl who he knows so much about because they forced him to learn. Yet, she is not her past. He knows that and so do you. You are not the victims of the people you take the lives of – and neither is he. The two of you are similar.

The two of you are one in the same.

“Okay...” Marc says softly, “I’ll help you.”

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Would it be alright to request the same prompt; ‘Physically affectionate’ s/o / reader with Marcus?

Marcus w/ a Physically Affectionate

S/O (/Reader)

Content Tag(s): Fluff, Mentions of Violence

Paring(s): Marcus x Reader (Platonic to Romantic) Touch Deprived Marcus!!!

A/N: Thank you for the request! I totally forgot about adding Marcus and that makes me so sad. So here’s our beloved Marcus who deserved better. <3 Ignore any spelling mistakes! (Would’ve added Angst but I don’t want to make anyone too sad right now! :))

Based of this multi-character piece! <- Silco, Vander, Viktor and Jayce! 

(Made the gif myself. Ignore the bad quality!!)

Marcus is obviously not a good person and he knows that more then anyone.

He knows that the things he’s done and currently does is not the way of enforcement, nonetheless the way Grayson would lead them. Sure, he fought Grayson on the way she led the Enforcers, yet as he got older he understood why she did what she did.

Zander was the main pillar of Zaun, and the moment he fell the city needed another support. Due to the sudden drug that roamed the streets one pillar broke into multiple, Silco being the main of the operation. While Marcus is at the bottom of the food chain every time he goes down there.

He has been chained to the man for a while and had nothing to come with it. He couldn’t lie to anyone in Piltover about it either as Silco had probably solid proof of Marcus being a rat in the operation. With all of that, everything took a toll on him and his daughter.

The only way of he coped was by drinking and having as much bonding time as possible with his daughter. Yet, that only helped him so much.

It was weird the day you appeared. Marcus wasn’t planning on meeting Silco anytime soon so he had been assigned to have rounds around the Academy.

It was common for you to visit the Council with new ideas, which a majority of them needed to be accepted by them. Usually it wouldn’t be needed to be given a okay, but you weren’t a student at the academy. As you found this place too restricting and suffocating of your free will. After a year or so of back and forth, along with your obvious contribution to the academy, the Council finally accepted you to being an off campus inventor.

You were organizing your files while walking down the hall, occasionally glancing up to make sure you didn’t bump into any students or passerby’s. However, like many cliche meetings, you eventually did bump into someone, only catching the sight of their back before the collision.

Marcus was striding back, giving a small nod of acknowledgment to Jayce as he disappears around a corner. He could feel his heart nearly explode against his ribs, ever since Jayce was put on the Council, Marcus was nearly getting caught everyday. Due to his clouded mind and panicked state, he wasn’t able to turn around before he crashed into someone. His heavy figure sending them back with a couple clatters of their items.

He was quick to help you up, apologizing about his clumsiness. He’s never seen you around but you had caught his attention pretty quickly, your light laughter of embarrassment making him smile. He honestly didn’t know how to feel when you helped fixed his hair and hat, which he didn’t even know was a slightly messed up… Marcus could really only smile and laugh, sorta becoming an awkward mess at your kind actions. He’s never really been— treated nicely for a while, especially through touch.

As the days passed, the two of you started running into each other more. Literally. You constantly joking that it’s fate as you two help each other up, making sure to exchange a long conversation before separating. It felt normal until it seemed as if you got a bit comfortable around him.

He didn’t see it as a bad thing when your hands carefully fixed his suit and badge, still holding a conversation without much worry. However he thought he was gonna explode as he watched you… It made him feel like a teen, head over heels and your kind gestures weren’t helping him push down his light feelings.

You had started to take time out of your day to visit his office as well, always there to lend an ear to listen and a voice of advice. The liquor that he poured being long forgotten, condensation forming and rolling down by the hours of your conversations.

Overtime he throughly enjoyed and welcomed your touch, hands carefully fixing his attire as if it was going to be the last time you saw him… Maybe that’s why he liked having you around so much. You never took his time for granted and would never cause harm to him. Only there to lightly wipe away all the sick bruises and scars…

You can only imagine how he felt when Silco knew of your existence. That meeting? He swear he was going to strangle the man, even if it meant dying that day.

“You’ve been very— content, recently.”

Silco examined his cigar, only for his eyes to flicker up to the Enforcer who obviously changed his mood. His eyebrows lightly knitting together.

“I thought it was maybe you were finally submitting to your job with me. But, I was wrong.”

He lit the cigar, placing it between his lips as he grabs a photograph handed to him by Sevika. Marcus never knew his blood could run cold and hot as quickly as it did. The photo he showed him was of you, Marcus and his daughter. No doubt that you weren’t attractive, that photo really showing your delicate colors.

“They’re attractive, good with kids too… I can only-“

“You better not, Silco! I will kill you!”

Marcus slammed his hands on the desk, large hands quickly grabbing his shoulders to slam him back into his seat. But, it grew obvious that he was still trying to hold up to his word. Killing Silco. He will kill Silco if he took you.

His reaction only caused the man to laugh, abandoning the photo with a light toss. “You lost one lover, who am I to take this one?— Maybe I will if I feel like it, or you disobey me… Do you understand now?”

Marcus left that room with a quick grab of the photo, clear anger bubbling through his body the entire walk. He felt like an idiot for showing his weakness for you so quickly. He’d usually have his emotions under control, but— it was you. You were always the one who made his mind go on haywire and his happiness thud heavily through his chest. You were the Shimmer to him. Vibrant, colorful— addicting.

The whole way home he was in a quick pace, not sparing a glance at whoever or whatever he bumped shoulders with. He just needed to get home… Where you were- with his daughter… You were home. Yes.

The door nearly ripped off its hinges.

“[Y/N]?!— [Y/N]!”

His yell echoed through the house, his boots rushing upstairs.

Marcus was heading straight to the room, hell, he would’ve thrown that one open as well if it wasn’t for you coming out of it. Your hands light against his chest with a worried expression.

It was sudden when he embraced you. His arms secure around you with a sudden grasp of desperation, the unbalance causing you to be supported against the wall. Yet, as you processed everything, you hugged him back. You knew he had his secrets and that was all okay with you, so you hug. You hug him and make him feel safe enough to let his guard down.

It was new for him to start crying.

His light sobs being muffled by his desperation to keep quiet as he holds you tighter, wanting to be as close to you as possible right now. As he seemed your comfort you were careful to close the door, to make sure his daughter didn’t wake up. Then, with soft words and guidance, you led him to the bedroom.

Where you to quietly laid down, Marcus’ head against your chest to feel your heartbeat and listen to your humming.

You would’ve asked what happened in the morning, if only his daughter wasn’t between the two of you. His hand still tight on the hem of your shirt as he slept.

Eventually, he woke up and the both of you got up, tucking her into bed before the two of you went downstairs to talk. Usually, you’d sit across from each other, but you sat beside each other this time. One hand interlaced with his as the other soothed his hair.

Marcus didn’t tell you what happened exactly, so you resorted to simple comfort. You had him shower and change into more comfortable attire and he was attached to you again. Your fingers petting his head while your other hand rubbed circles on his back.

He was always in need of gentle love. However, he didn’t expect that yours, even if it was mostly friendly at first, would make him feel so loved and safe. If he was to ever lose his daughter, or you— hell, the both of you?—… He wouldn’t have anything to live for anymore. He’d be depressed and lonely.

Marcus is deprived of love and you were there to provide without a second thought. When you throughly developed feelings for him you truly understood everything. The desperation of each other and the need for touch to feel okay after a bad day.

[apricotgojo]

hello love! I got bored and thought of this. So it’s the readers bday and they like Adrien. Adrien like the reader and marinette hates that he does. So like reader is planning on throwing a party bc it’s their birthday so marinette decided to throw a party on the same day at the same time. And since reader is kinda new, everyone decided to go to Mari’s party. So that happens, but when Adrien gets to readers party, they’ve done gone batshit crazy, like screaming, crying, smashing things, idk just losing their shit. Not like in anger, they’re just really hurt by it. No hawk moth tho😩 hawkdaddy go on vacay or sum🤺🤺 Mk sorry this is long and it’s late and I’m kiiinndaaa drunk and in da feels anyway bye bye

HELLO ANON! SORRY FOR THE LONG WAIT BUT HERE IT IS! I never thought that i would have to write about mean marinette but here i am LMAO. i hope you like it bb <33

Pairing: Adrien Agreste X Reader

Warnings: Swearing. 

Tags: angst, Marinette is a bitch in this oops, alexa play pity party by melaine martinez. 

“Love, Adrien.”

“Wow, that’s really cringey Adrien.”

“Shut up plagg, I need to confess to her some way or another.”

Adrien Agreste is sprawled out on his bed and he just finished writing a birthday card for you. Yes, it was quite cheesy but he decided that today was going to be the day he confesses his feelings towards you. He’s had his eye on you ever since your first day of school and you’ve both gotten closer to each other, flirting constantly but never making a move. Needless to say, he was head over heels for you and was too much of a pussy to ever admit it. But tonight was the night.

You invited him over to your house for your birthday party along with your other classmates and he didn’t even think twice to agree – especially since his dad is at a fashion expo in Spain. All he wanted was for you to have the best birthday party you could possibly have. You really meant a lot to him.

  his thoughts disappear when all of a sudden his phone beeps.

 ‘Y/N’S PARTY WILL BE HELD AT MY PLACE SO WE CAN SURPRISE HER, DON’T MENTION ANYTHING TO HER. 7PM ! DON’T BE LATE! ~Marinette’

  ‘Sorry, can’t come tonight.’ You frowned as you stared at your phone, seeing a text from Marinette. You and her weren’t really that close to be honest but you still wished for her to come and have a good time. You sighed and plopped down on your bed. It’s your sweet 16th and you wanted it to be perfect. You hoped that enough people would show up. It was your first birthday here in Paris and although you haven’t been here for a while, you thought that you already made close connections with your classmates, especially a certain blond.

All you wanted was for him to show up mostly, maybe tonight you could make a move. Maybe tonight you could possibly hold his hand, maybe dance with him, maybe give him a kiss on his soft cheek or a small peck on the lips-

Your face heated up at that thought and a grin appeared on your face. You hugged your pillow and quietly squealed. Tonight was the night and nothing could possibly ruin it.

Or so you hoped.

 Everywhere was decorated with fairy lights, balloons and glitter. Music was already playing and there were drinks and snacks for everyone to enjoy. You were wearing the outfit you’ve been planning for ages and you were sitting down, leg bouncing as you wait for people to arrive.

Did you get the time incorrect? you did mention to everyone that you’re meeting up at 7pm. It was 7:15.

Maybe they were running late? But how could it be that all of them were running late?

You furrow your eyebrows and grab your phone. You go on Instagram to see if anyone posted anything about their whereabouts.

Kim was live.

You click on it and see him walking through a crowd of people.

“Marinette, this party is amazing!” you hear him shout.

“Thanks Kim.” You hear her say.

Your jaw drops Anger starts bubbling inside of you.

Kim turns the phone up and shows Nino on the dj stand. He waves to the camera.

“Adrien! say hi to my live.” Adrien appears next to Kim. He was caught off guard. He smiles sheepishly and waves at the camera awkwardly.

Your phone drops out of your grasp and tears start rolling down your cheeks furiously.

 Adrien was looking everywhere for you. it was already 8pm and he was wondering when you’d show up. He held your gift and note close to his chest, he wanted to personally give them to you.

“H-hey Adrien..” The voice of Marinette makes him turn around to face her.

“Marinette! Where’s the birthday girl?” He asks, furrowing his eyebrows.

Marinette stares at him for a moment and nervously chuckles. “oh- well- she uh- she can’t make it!” He shrugs and laughs again. “did you get something to drink? We have pomegranate juice, peach lemonade, spr-“

“what do you mean she can’t make it? Why the hell is the party still going?” Adrien questions, looking around in disbelief.

“Adrien i-“

“Marinette, your plan is totally working, can’t believe everyone fell for- “ Alya stops speaking when she notices that Adrien is in front of her and purses her lips.

Adrien stares at Marinette for a moment, narrowing his eyes and shaking his head. “On her own birthday? Marinette, this is so not like you.” He was disgusted by her actions.

“Adrien wait!” She calls out. “I can explain.”

“I don’t know why you did this, or what the hell is wrong with you but this was really low. I’m out of here.” He glares at her before walking away from her.

 You were out of control. You cried, you screamed, you threw everything you saw in front of your eyes until you fell on your knees, sobbing.

You couldn’t believe Marinette would do this, you couldn’t believe everyone would do this to you, especially Adrien.

You thought you’ve grown close to the people in your class but you were wrong. They didn’t show up to your birthday party, they lied to you. Your heart was broken.

You held your knees close to your chest as the music lowly played behind you. It was mostly drawn out by your sobs and sniffles.

You hear footsteps approaching you and you look up, with red puffy eyes and see a familiar blond through your blurry vision.

It was Adrien. You look away and sob even harder at the thought of him seeing you like this, with everything destroyed around you. Why did he come here? Did he want to taunt you further?

He kneels down next to you and rubs your shoulder, moving you to his chest and causing you to nuzzle your face there.

“I hate this. I hate today, I hate Marinette.” You mumble. Maybe hate was a strong word, but you didn’t care at that moment.

You look up at him. “Why did you come here Adrien? Do you want to make me feel even more embarrassed than I already am?” You croak out.

He shakes his head. “Please, I swear to you Marinette told me that your birthday party was moved to her place, she told everyone that.” He sighs and shows you his phone so you could see the message Marinette sent him.

“Fucking bitch!” You exclaim and hide your face in your hands again.

“Hey, hey. I got here as soon as I found out she was lying. All I wanted was to celebrate your birthday and make you happy” He says quietly.  “I’m so fucking sorry that this happened.” He says and rests his head against yours in a comforting manner.

You look up at him and wipe your eyes, sniffling. “Well, there’s nothing I can do now. It’s ruined.” You mumble and sigh. “I thought Marinette was my friend you know?” You mutter.

“I know.” Adrien nods and looks down. He stares at the card in his hand and bites his lip, his heart racing at the thought of giving this to you.  “Maybe this will make you feel better.” He says, a small smile twitching on his lips as he hands you the envelope.

You widen your eyes and look up at him as if hesitant to open it. You open it though and you begin to read it.

Ever since the first time I saw you, you absolutely took my breath away. Ever since the day I first saw you, I thought to myself that I have to get to know you better. I did. And that may have been one of the best decisions of my life. You have a beautiful mind, a beautiful soul and a beautiful heart. To be honest, I think I keep falling for you every day. Happy birthday Ma belle, i hope you have the best one yet.

Love, Adrien.

Tears start rolling down your cheeks again, but this time it was because of his sweet words. Your heart finally felt whole.

You look up at him with glistening eyes and give him a wobbly smile.

He smiles sheepishly at you. “Will you go on a date with me?” He asks.

You didn’t even answer, you just leaned in and placed your lips on his.

It was small, but you felt fireworks burst inside of you.

You pull away and watch him flutter his eyes at you, his cheeks glowing red.

“Does that answer your question?” You ask.

He chuckles and kisses you again.

Maybe your birthday wasn’t so bad after all.

[technowoah]

Taunt

It only takes one time to realize you fucked up.

- ANON REQUESTED!

- WILBUR X FEM! READER BLURB

PROMPTS!

50) "Fuck off... I mean it"

24) "Get in the car" "..." "please get in the car"

⚠︎ angst to fluff, swearing, based on the song Taunt by Lovejoy ❤🐈 its short btw yall

[Updated 3 hours after upload I messed up the prompts sorry yall now it fixed]

She was always asking if he was alright. He always lied to her just to get her off his back for the night, but it was his fault that he wanted her to move in. He has to deal with that all of the time, it was her fault anyways. She made him upset, she made him not alright. She didn't know that. She constantly complained about things that didn't even concern her, she dodged their relationship making it more about her than them.

It was tiring to him. Constantly providing, trying to tie a broken knot, but he didnt let that get in the way of his career, or his friends. There's another issue, he never talked to his friends about her. She accused him of not being proud of their relationship and that became a problem that never got resolved.

Did anyone ever say "no" to her? Well if no one did, he would be the first one to do so. Fuck that.

He listened, and listened, but nothing kept this relationship together.

Wilbur talked to the three people chatting on his discord through his headphones as a soft LED lights flowed through the room. These nights were simple because she didnt have to see him when he decides to stream, he basically has his time set out for himself without trouble. He wasn't ecstatic, he felt horrible, but the facadè was there.

Her on the other hand wasnt happy either. She never got attention from him, and of course she could get moody from time to time like every other human being, but she always took it out on him. Who else was gonna be there for her? He acted like her cared, she knew he was lying. His "caring" consisted of humming and him responding like a default character in a video game. He didn't care, he acted like he never did. She needed that attention and he knew damn well she did.

She wasnt asking for much, at least to her it did feel like it. She knew when she was wrong, but she didn't want to admit it when they were both in the wrong too. They dont get each other, she didnt know why he asked her to move in when he didn't want anything to do with her. Ever since he moved her in he kept her in check like a child, she hated and loved that at the same time. Its true that she wanted her own way, she did what she wanted and gave her attention to whoever she wanted her attention to be. She thought that was fine, but apparently she dosent give any effort to the relationship.

Rolling her eyes at the thought she decided to leave the dishes in the sink dirty. She thought about leaving and finding someone who will get her, yes Wilbur listened to her, but there was no effort. When he's drunk and tries to "figure out what makes her brain tick" ends up in more distaster.

Lying in the couch her mind began to wonder, he always said that she could get away with anything. She always took it as a taunt. Everytime it was brought up. He called it "pretty privilege" and he always taunts her saying she abuses that power.

Her jaw clenched as she recalled those memories. Summoning the courage she brought herself up onto her feet and rushed to their shared bedroom. Taking a deep breath she opened their closet and started pulling her things off of hangers, not caring if she made a mess. She tossed her clothes onto the messy bed that they didn't bother to make this morning.

Bringing a small backpack out from underneath the bed she tried shoving most of her clothes into a bag for a night. In total frustration she emptied the bag and only backed necessities that she would need for the night.

She was tired of him and he was tired of her so she was doing both of them a favor. She made her way out of the door grabbing a coat and sliding on some simple shoes. Shooting a quick text to a close friend letting them know she's coming over. Her friend wasn't that close, but she decided to walk. As she locked the door to their shared apartment she debated texting Wilbur. She didnt want to, but she didnt want him to freak the fuck out because she wasnt home.

( Wilbur )

Me: Ill be back for the rest of my stuff tmrw.

[Read]

She closed her phone and started on her night time journey down the street trying to let everything from the past few weeks go with the cool wind.

Him on the other hand stayed silent. He had just finished his stream and had gotten a text saying that she'll be back for the rest of her things. This was inevitable, one of them had to leave, but to him it didnt seem right. He didn't want her to leave. Something in his heart was making him chase her back, the same thing in his heart that moved her into his apartment in the first place. Maybe it was love, maybe he wanted to persevere and have someone in his life. Something in his mind was telling him that he let go of something special.

Wilbue thought about it as he shut everything off and went to go grab his belongings, before rushing out the door to try and find her. Sadly to his discovery, she turned off her location. He finally made it to his car and started driving towards his house to see if she was around there.

He couldn't call a friend because she never introduced her friends to him. She did that on purpose because of him not doing the same. As he drove down the not so busy streets of Brighton he thought if he could get to know her, pull emotions and feelings out of her and see the real her. And if he cant do that? Who knows what will happen.

He remembers this face she always pulled when he always said "Im alright." She scrunched up her nose in annoyance and he always took it as a taunt because he couldn't figure out the real meaning. They were both going at this the wrong way, he dosent know anything about her and maybe thats the problem, but she needs to calm down as well. She needs to start paying attention to both of them instead of herself.

He was seated at a stoplight until he saw a figure on the sidewalk walking past him. The person looked shocked then kept walking, but even faster this time. He rolled down the window to see it was Y/n walking. Wilbur ran the red light and found a place to turn the car around to follow her. He drove a couple of feet in front of her before putting his hazard lights on and stepping out of the car to confront her.

"What the fuck are you doing?!" Wilbur said while getting our of his car.

"Im getting away from you. And what are you doing here?" She said.

"Well I could ask you the same thing. Its not safe out here alone." He calmed down a little. Wilbur's main goal was to get her back home so they can have a civilized talk. He didn't want to be out here.

"Oh? Ive been fine for the past fifteen minutes." She sasser back.

"That dosent mean its not safe!" He exclaimed.

She stayed quiet so that gave Wilbur an opportunity to speak.

"See, I want us to go home so we can have a civilized talk without feeling defensive. I want to get to know you, I know you're my girlfriend and yes, it was my mistake rushing things. Im not putting the blame all on myself either." He finished and she stayed quiet with her arms crossed infront of her chest.

"Are you cold-?"

"Fuck off...I mean it." She said while trying to pass hin on the street.

He stood in her way and he kept doing that every time she tried to get around him. Wilbur saw that she was getting annoyed at his actions. Wilbur held her by both of her biceps trying to hold her still so he could talk.

"You're being childish!"

"Fucking listen to me! You cant just keep walking away from us! From me! This is not healthy!" Wilbur yelled. He let go if her and surprisingly she stayed there.

"Get in the car." He ordered but she stayed silent. "Please get in the car."

She turns around gets in the passenger seat if Wilbur's car. He sighed a sigh if relief and followed her lead. They both got settled into the car and he didn't move. He wasn't going to drive unless she talked to him. After a minute if silence she spoke up.

"I know its- its both of our faults. And i have some things I need to work on. I cant just run away. Also your thoughts of me need to be rearranged, but I need to give you all of me. At leat 50 percent so we can start somewhere. But Im sorry." She said while she looked down at her lap maybe in embarrassment.

In the end they both wanted to fix themselves. In the end they wanted eachother. And they can both see that.

He leaned over the armrest and gave her a kiss on her cheek. She turned to him with a surprise look on her face, like this was the most affection he gave her, because it was true. She grabbed his hand that rested on the armrest too as he started to drive towards their home together.

As the nightly drive continues on and now shes drifting off in the passenger seat as In Love With An E-girl plays softly. She's left too tired to talk with Wilbur and be in touch with her emotions right now, but she'll do it for the both of them this time.

[jilytoberfest]

Author- @maraudersftw

Thank you so much for taking the time to do this, Claudia! And a huge thank you to all those who sent in the questions! You can find her on ao3 and ffnet !

1. What would you say is your interesting writing quirk?

Don’t know about interesting, but I can’t write with zero distractions. I constantly need to be shifting tabs, listening to music, checking Tumblr, talking to friends, or reading bits of someone else’s fic if I want to get a good amount of writing done in one day. If you switch off my WiFi and give me a blank document, it’s unlikely that I’ll get a lot written in one go, simply because my brain tires of being forced into one world, one scene, one situation for too long.

2. What was one of the most surprising things you learned in creating your stories?

Oh man, too many. I think the most gradual learning over the years has been that I can actually write, and be good at it, despite English not being my first language. Even more than that, I’ve learned that I can always improve. Right now, I’ve come to a point where I can say that writing is easily a skill I’m confident about.

In terms of particularly learning something from my stories, the most recent and surprising discovery has been that my penchant for describing details and movements and expressing emotions allows me to write pain and angst well. Before I realized this, I’d always considered myself to be better at writing fluff, which is why you’ll find most (if not all) of my initial fics to be more on the fluffier side.

3. Do you have any suggestions to help others become a better writer? If so, what are they?

This is not really a suggestion, but more of a truth: no one becomes amazing or perfect overnight. You have to keep writing over weeks and months and years to get where you want to. And even then, the growth never stops. The more you write, the better you’ll get. It’s really as simple as that. I’d suggest experimenting with different tropes, POVs, tenses and situations to really discover what works best for you. And the most important thing: don’t forget to have fun!

4. What do you think makes a good story?

Logic, consistency, and characterization. If any fic has all these three things, you know I’m sold on it. There’s nothing more satisfying to me than seeing pieces of a plot click into place, to see characters undergo development, but in a way that makes sense, that shows logical progression, that doesn’t make me go “what the hell?” when they do something. Good quality writing and fun dialogues are always a bonus, but if a story just mashes together a bunch of scenes without any of it leading anywhere, I’m likely to lose interest very quickly.

5. What is the first book that made you cry?

Not to be a total cliché, but The Fault in Our Stars by John Green

6. Does writing energize or exhaust you?

It energizes me until it exhausts me, which is when I know I need to take a step back and breathe, do something else, and return to it once it no longer makes me want to pull my hair out. I try to keep reminding myself that this is supposed to be fun for me, too, and generally that helps.

7. Have you ever gotten reader’s block? If so, what are your tips to overcome it?

Oh, loads of times. Best way to overcome reader’s block is to re-read a comfort book/fic. It allows you to return to a world you already know, a story you already love, and there’s no extra energy required to fall in love with the characters or the plot. At the same time, it allows you to reuse your reading muscles, so that by the time you’re done, you’re craving for more of that feeling!

8. Do you think someone could be a writer if they don’t feel emotions strongly?

This is an extremely subjective question. What might be “strong emotions” for one, may not necessarily be so for another. That being said, I think it is still possible to write things without empathizing with the character in your story. I’ve seen some really good authors write antagonist/villain POVs brilliantly, but I know for a fact that they don’t condone or feel those things themselves. It’s not always about experiencing those emotions yourself when you’re writing, but more about presenting a flow of thoughts and feelings that the character is likely to go through in their journey. Beyond that, I believe anyone who loves writing can become a writer. There are no rules!

9. If you could tell your younger writer self anything, what would it be?

“Keep doing what you’re doing, lovely. You’ll learn and grow so much!” and “maybe chill out on the cliffhangers a bit.”

10. What was your hardest scene to write?

I’m taking ‘hardest’ here to mean the one that made me the most nervous, and not the one that took me the longest to write because I was undergoing a writer’s block.

The answer would be Chapter 7 of Retribution, basically everything from the moment the action scenes begin. There was so much pressure (that I put on myself) to get that whole sequence of events right. I didn’t want it to feel messy even though things were happening too fast. And of course, there was also that massive reveal which had to be the right amount of dramatic to be satisfactory. So yeah, lots of nerves with that one.

11. What is your favorite childhood book?

Alice in Wonderland. I read that picture book like a million times.

12. How long on average does it take you to write a one shot or a chapter of a fic?

This really depends on the length/genre of what I’m writing. Like, a chapter of Retribution takes me ages to finish because it tends to be relatively lengthy and dark. But a chapter of, say, Disgraceful can be done much quicker because the words range around ~4K-5K in length, and the tone is much lighter there. But, I think once I get in the flow of writing something, it takes me five days or so to finish a chapter. Getting into that flow initially is the issue XD

13. A fic that inspires you?

How does one answer this question with just one fic? Asking for a friend. I think Boyfriend by Molly Raesly and Commentarius by bcdaily have been fics that have impacted me the most in that they pushed me to start writing myself.

But then there are fics like The Last Enemy by CH_Darling, Earthquake Drills by efk_girldetective, and Football, Calculus, and Cappuccinos by xMagicalMystery that I know I’ll remember forever for their brilliance.

14. How do you edit your work?

Mostly I edit as I write. I’m not a very fast writer; I take a lot of pauses, I let my mind wander a lot, I dive deeply into the emotions and images in my mind, and so I also form my sentences carefully. Of course, when I’m done with the chapter, I go back and read through it once more before posting (and still somehow miss out on fixing some typos), but most of the editing happens during the actual writing.

15. Where does inspiration come from?

God, literally anywhere? Movies and TV shows are fairly common, as are other books and fics. But most of them are pulled from my mind, sometimes with the help of prompts or ideas I see floating around in different platforms. And when I’m stuck while writing, I shift to other fics to refresh my mind, and then let inspiration guide me where it will.

16. Who has been helpful for you as you write for the fandom?

Very few people IRL know that I write, so I’ll talk about people in the fandom.

Obviously, my loveliest readers are the biggest motivators, without whom I wouldn’t want to keep writing as much as I do. But sometimes, you also need people to just rant to/bounce ideas off of/fangirl with. For me, I thankfully have a few of those: Nina (all-things-jily), Dylan (the-dream-team), and Lexi (shehatedhimnahshedidn’t) amongst others! I also bug Cer (cesays) a lot when I need to British-ify my fics.

17. What is your fav POV to write from?

Lily Lily Lily! I put a lot of my own thoughts, actions (and aspirations) into her when I write, so her voice comes the easiest to me. Also helps that I love thirsting after James through her.

18. What is a fic you would love to write but are worried you won’t be able to accomplish it/nervous it wouldn’t work out?

A canon-compliant multi-chapter. Apart from just the extremely unacceptable ending (which I’d definitely change if I ever got to writing this), I find the idea of writing an EpicTM very intimidating. I’ve seen and read so many versions of canon Jily that I’m afraid mine won’t be unique/new, or I’ll accidentally steal ideas from fics I’ve read before. I know there’s a LOT of planning I’ll have to do before I attempt to pull this off.

Another one is a Jily wedding fic, which just feels insanely difficult to do justice to.

19. Do you ever self insert in fics?

Not… a lot? I only self-insert in the sense that I often make Lily behave and think things in a way that quite resembles my own. So, there is a good amount of me in her, but I won’t say we’re exactly alike.

20. What is the story you are proudest of?

Retribution

21. Do you prefer writing canon jily or muggle au?

Muggle AUs for multichapters, Canon for one-shots. At least that’s been the preference so far. I don’t know if this needs an explanation, but it’s mostly because I have very strong feelings about canon (as discussed in q18). But since it’s a world that’s already established and needs very little background, it works perfectly for shorter stories.

22. What's your favourite line or paragraph from a story you've written and why?

I feel like I’ve quoted this over a hundred times already, but:

My hands shake as I lean forward to rest my palms on his knees. I don’t understand why I’ve done it until I feel the solid sturdiness push comfortingly against my skin. Even in my subconscious, I’m aware of this unsettling assessment: he is stability, I am disorder.

- Retribution, Chapter 3, Do You Know Me?

Beyond just the neat use of metaphors here, there is a lot that this comparison tells you about Lily’s relationship with James at this point (and for several more chapters) in the story. When she’s in such a vulnerable state, with barely any sense of who/what/why she is, her head literally scrambled into “disorder”, she leans on James more than just physically. She sees him as the stability that grounds her, keeps her from going insane. And I love that all of this comes across from this one panic attack scene.

Thank you for doing this!

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they call you annoying

𓆝 includes : joe , langa , reki x !gn reader !

𓆟 genre : angst to fluff !

𓆞 authors note : back to writing! :)

joe / kojiro

you followed behind kojiro with cherry. today was supposed to be a nice day, if joe didn’t have to flirt with every girl he saw.

you and cherry talked about mindless things until you and kojiro got to the car. you hugged cherry goodbye and he told you to text him later.

you got in the car, kojiro didn’t even notice your off behavior. he put a hand on your thigh in the car and gave you a kiss on the cheek.

“today was fun, yeah?” he turned on the car and began to back out of cherry’s driveway to go home.

“mhm,” you mumbled back, looking out the window. he was confused, but he brushed it off maybe thinking you were tired from the day.

“so…when do you think we should do that again? maybe we can invite langa and reki next time?” he tried to lighten the air.

but you kept shutting it down, only replying with a: “yeah” or “mhm” or sometimes, just a nod of your head.

once you got home you instantly went to your shared bedroom with a slam of the door. he huffed and threw his arms up in the air in confusion.

he mumbled a few curses under his breath in frustration, but he walked up to your room and knocked.

“hey, you okay?” he asked as he opened the door and walked in. you were sitting on the bed.

you knew you couldn’t stay mad at him forever, not when he’s wrapping his arm around your shoulder sympathetically.

you wiped the few tears that threatened to fall. “i just- i don’t like it when girls are constantly around you,” you expected endless apologies and affirmations.

but instead, he unwrapped his arm from your shoulder and scoffed. “what? i cant help that girls are around me all the time.”

your mouth dropped agape and your eyebrows furrowed. “e-excuse me? i’m trying to tell you how i feel and you’re literally dismissing it! what, because you want-what? female attention!”

“just because you’re insecure that doesn’t mean i can’t hangout with other people,” he scoffed. “you’re being so annoying right now.”

he didn’t look back at you until he heard sniffles. “wait i’m- i-“

“i’m going to go since, you know, i’m annoying,” you got up and walked out the room. joe sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.

after a while, once he talked to cherry about it, he goes to talk to you to apologize for the way he was acting.

you sat on the couch, arms crossed with your cheeks puffed as you watch tv. he smiles, he thinks you look adorable.

he comes up behind you and hugs you. “m sorry. you’re not annoying, and you weren’t being insecure. i’d be the same way seeing guys drool over ya.”

you simply sighed, not quite ready to forgive him yet. “you’re forgetting something.”

he made his way around the couch and layed his head on your chest. “and i love you.”

you ran your fingers through his hair, “mhm. i love you too.”

langa hasegawa

he’s usually so calm with you, patient, always waiting and willing to listen to your view of the story to make sure you’re most comfortable with him at all times.

but when he started to practice more, then he started to invite reki everywhere.

you adored reki, but you wanted some time with you and your boyfriend to yourself. you barely have any time anymore to yourselves.

you met him at his apartment, his mom was gone at work and you studied while you waited.

when he came back, it was pretty late. you turned towards him and gave a soft smile. “hey hon.”

“hey, you’re here late,” he hung up his work shirt on a hanger and changed into what he usually would wear to S.

“wa-wait are you leaving?” you asked, standing up. he furrowed his eyebrows. he usually leaves once work is done.

“yeah?”

“i just thought we could spend some time together,” you said quietly. he paused, “but we spend time together already.”

your heart paused for a moment. it was clear already he wasn’t going to see your point. you hesitated to reply, “yes.. but when we do, reki is always along. i thought we could have time to ourselves, maybe to watch a movie and something?”

“i fail to see your point.” he shot your statement down right away. “we hang out everyday, with reki or not we’re still together.”

you swallowed the thick lump in your throat. “langa, you don’t understand-“

“look, i really don’t have time right now and you’re being quite annoying about this topic. i promised i would meet reki and miya five minutes ago. you’re being quite a handful right now.”

and with that, he left. you rubbed your face in frustration and decided to leave. you didn’t even bother to leave a note or shoot him a text.

you were really upset that he excused his feelings. but, to avoid further argument of you being a ‘handful’ you decided to give him some space.

langa wasn’t that affectionate in public to begin with. a small hand hold, or head kiss was fine enough. but now, it seemed like you would want someone in between you two when walking.

one day, he asks you to come over. you were scared, you didn’t want to break up, and you figured that’s what he wanted to talk about. you just wanted to give him space.

so when you made your way into his room and sat next to him, you just broke down. the whole week of avoiding him was hell enough, but too add to it your mom was mad at you, you had too much homework, and you were overwhelmed with work.

he wrapped his arm around you and comforted you. “hey, hey what’s wrong? why have you been avoiding me all week?”

“because—“ when you went to explain yourself you realized how stupid you felt. you put your face in your hands. “i feel dumb saying why.”

he shushed you and rubbed the side of your arm. “it’s not dumb if it made you avoid me for a week. you can tell me, promise.”

“last week you called me annoying and a handful. i just didn’t want to be annoying to you so i thought giving you space would help. i was scared to tell you how i felt since when i did you just went off to skate with reki after i told you i was upset about that.”

he pause for a second to take your words in, then he sighed. “i was being a jerk, and i didn’t mean any of it. i’m sorry for dismissing your feelings, how you feel is totally valid and i’ll try working on it. you aren’t annoying, okay?” he pushed your hair away from your face to cup it so he could kiss your nose.

“how about we watch the movie you wanted to last week, yeah?”

reki kyan

reki was back into his seasonal depression episode. it usually happens towards the winter, where school gets stressful, skating also gets stressful where he wants to do nothing but lay around.

langa and miya have told you about his seasonal depression, but you didn’t think it would be as bad as it is.

his mother stood in the doorway, “oh, good, you’re here! reki is in his room, he’s going through a tough time right now.”

you nodded and walked past her. you creeped open the door and knocked on it with your knuckle.

he didn’t look good. his hair was a mess, his clothes were dirty, and it looks like he had just woke up.

at 12:10pm.

“reki..” you sighed and walked over to him. you sat by his legs and brushed his hair with your fingers. “honey i know it’s tough, but why don’t you take a shower?”

he groaned. “no. cant.”

you weren’t sure how to comfort him. you wanted to give him what he wanted, and leave him be, but you knew he would never get better then.

before you could even say anything he spoke up. “why are you guy even here?”

“langa told me that you were having a tough time..” you trailed, still playing with his hair.

something in him must have snapped, because he wacked your hand away and sat up abruptly. “i am, so i think you should leave.”

you scoffed slightly. “reki, i know you’re going through a tough time but you can’t speak to me like that, i just want to help.”

“we’ll clearly you’re not helping so leave,” his eyes stared you down. your entire happy mood of trying to help him and being excited to be with your boyfriend was ruined.

“bottling up how you feel won’t help reki!”

he groaned and ran his fingers through his hair. “fine! you want me to tell you how i feel?” he yelled.

you flinched slightly at him yelled and swallowed the lump in your throat. you just looked down at your lap while he stood up in front of you.

“how i feel is that you’re annoying and clingy! i cant ever have a moment to myself, you always try to act like you need me! you don’t need me and i don’t need you!” his breath was heavy and his voice cracked as he yelled at you.

you sobbed. you didn’t-couldn’t say anything. you just got up and left. he sighed, irritated and ran his fingers through his hair again. he felt the warm spot in the back of his head, the spot where you were petting, trying to comfort him.

he knew he screwed up. so the week after that, he gave you flowers, apologies, kisses, and affirmations to make you feel how you did before.

but it could never heal what he did say to you, those words stuck with you. so now you always try to give him space. you try not to be annoying, and clingy like he said. the week of sweet things he did for you wasn’t enough to fix the wounds he’s caused.

“you’ve been really spacious recently. is everything alright?” he asked one night while you two were cuddling in his room. you were actually quite far away from him.

he was feeling pretty touch starved, and craved your touch. but all you replied with was a “mhm, i’m fine.”

“are you sure? you can always talk to me.”

all the emotions you tried to keep from him finally let out. you covered your face, embarrassed, as you cried.

he quickly hugged you, “hey you can tell me what’s wrong.”

“do you really think i’m annoying and clingy?” you asked.

he remembered that night, making him upset you believed his words that he didn’t even mean. “no! oh, God, of course no! honey, you’re not annoying or clingy.”

“you sure..?”

“yes! i’d never mean it, ever in a million years,” he kissed your head. he continued to hold you until you relaxed into his arms, and eventually fell asleep.