#ace austin fanfic

[ghostficwriter]

Wrestlers as Types of Kisses: ii. Ace Austin - Kiss to the Wrist

Fandom: Impact Wrestling Pairing/Form: Ace Austin x Commentator!Reader / Blurb Warnings: N/A Word Count: 935 Plot: Part of your role as a commentator is being the biggest Bullet Club hater in Impact, but your offscreen relationship with Ace Austin is actually quite friendly. Just friendly as in just friends though, you definitely have no interest in him romantically, not even a little, not at all!

“1! 2! 3! And that’s another Inevitable win for Bullet Club’s Ace Austin!” 

You rolled your eyes as Matthew Rehwoldt raved. He playfully elbowed you, “Come on, aren’t you going to comment on that finish?” He was messing with you, playing up your well known on-screen distaste for all things Bullet Club.

“I’d be more excited about it if it wasn’t Ace Austin, and more impressed if he didn’t cheat.” 

Rehwoldt laughed. “Aw, come on, one little card, one little papercut, and what the ref doesn’t see, doesn’t count!”

“You’re not wrong on that last part, unfortunately, and I’m not wrong that it’s time to move onto our next match! If Ace ever stops his celebration and leaves the ring, that is.” 

Naturally, at that moment, the “Inevitable One” made eye contact with you, smirking when he saw your disdain, and blowing you a kiss for good measure. You rolled your eyes again as the crowd hooted and hollered.

While Ace eventually left the ring, you stayed under the lights for the rest of the show, manning the commentary desk with Renwoldt and Tom Hannifan. Doing commentary combined all the things you loved most - analysis, comedy, teamwork, and watching wrestling. The action in front of you and the antics of your co-commentators (including occasionally needing to wrangle them out of their arguments enough to call the action) drew you in and wiped the stain of Ace Austin and his Bullet Club shenanigans from your mind…mostly. Almost entirely. Absolutely entirely. 

Okay, so maybe your mind kept flickering back to his wink and to the way his lips looked when he blew you that kiss. Maybe. Just a couple times. 

Not that you would ever tell him that; his ego was bigger than his thighs (which you also never thought about) already, and that was saying something. 

Ace was so far from your thoughts that you nearly jumped when you heard him call your name backstage after the show. You’d been checking your email on your phone when he sidled up. 

He chuckled at your reaction, “You alright there, beautiful?”

You rolled your eyes but smiled and nodded. Your offscreen dynamic with Ace wasn’t nearly as hostile as your onscreen one. Really, you were friends. And that was all you wanted to be. Despite his flirtations. Just friends. 

“Good,” Ace grinned. “So Rehwoldt said you were saying all kinds of mean things about me on commentary again. So rude!” 

“Of course I was,” you grinned back at him, dramatically pointing at yourself, “Hello? Number one Bullet Club hater here!”

Ace playfully poked your arm, “You’re a great actress, pretending you hate us, pretending you hate me.” 

“And you’re a great actor, pretending to be a total douchebag. Of course, the part of your character that’s a total dork is all you.”

Ace laughed, “Is that supposed to hurt my feelings? Because I am proud of my nerdiness, thank you!” 

“As you should be,” you laughed too. Ace’s laughs, his smiles, they had that effect - they were contagious. 

“Well I know I’ve said it before, but I’m glad our beef is only on screen.” 

“Me too,” you playfully poked his arm. “I’m glad we’re friends.”

“Me too too!” He beamed, poking your arm in turn. “I hope we’re friends for a long time.”

You nodded, and the two of you lapsed into a comfortable silence. Well, it was mostly comfortable. Comfortable as in you felt safe, you felt secure. But you didn’t feel relaxed. He was much too close for you to feel relaxed. His pretty eyes kept glancing over at you. His broad shoulders flexed as he leaned against the wall. His hand nearly brushed against yours. 

“Hey,” There were those pretty eyes again, demanding your attention as he spoke to you. “Friends can hold hands, right?”

“Uh, sure?” You raised your eyebrows.

“So can I hold yours?” His glance flicked away for a moment before he met your eyes again.

“Uh, y-yeah,” you held your hand out, hoping it wasn’t shaking, and he took it, wrapping his fingers around your palm. You looked away, sure that you were blushing.

Ace stayed quiet for a few moments, but it wasn’t long before he squeezed your hand and said, “Hey, so friends can hold hands…can they give each other a kiss-”

Your eyes widened, but Ace finished off his sentence with, “-on the cheek? Or the hand?”

“O-oh,” you were so blushing, anyone would blush about that, right? “Sure, yeah, friends can do that.” 

Ace scooted closer to you, still leaning against the wall, his face now inches from your own. “You know, if I got this close to you on camera, I’m not sure you’d be able to pretend to hate me.”

You sputtered a bit and then rolled your eyes. “Of course I would. I’m a professional.”

“I don’t know,” Ace smiled, “your pulse is speeding up.”

“Wh-what?” A nervous laugh escaped before you could stop it.

“Yeah,” Ace wouldn’t look away from you. He smiled again before slowly, gently lifting the hand he held closer to his face, “I can feel it,” he pressed his lips to the inside of your wrist, “right here.” The last words were breathed against your skin as he lingered there. 

Your head was much too fuzzy at the moment to question if he could really feel your pulse, and you would only roll your eyes about that hours later; for now you simply looked up at him, caught in his eyes, blushing at his smile. Ace pressed his lips to your wrist once more before lowering your linked hands. 

[whatislovevavy]

Vending Machine Glow on Route 79

Jake Seresin x afab!reader

WC: 2.1k

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Summary: Before leaving for college, you and Jake say goodbye in more ways than one on the last night of your cruel summer. 

Warnings: swearing smut (18+), angst, lots of feelings, friends to lovers to almost strangers, both reader and Jake are 18 and over.

AN: This fic is heavily inspired by Taylor Swift’s Cruel Summer. It’s been on my mind for a few months and I finally had the time and creativity to write it :) I hope you guys enjoy :)

All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook 

These characters are obviously not my own. This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation. 

“What time do you have to leave tomorrow?”  

You said as you stared at the ceiling, laying on the cheap motel mattress with Jake, bare beneath the sheets. You didn’t have to ask him what time. You were mentally counting down the seconds till your best friend was leaving you. 

Your first love was leaving you. 

Jake was set to leave for Annapolis in the morning, and you were set for UT Austin in the Fall for journalism. 

“7 AM.” 

His tone lacked the usual joy and cockiness he’d started to develop in highschool. He gently reached out for your hand, running his calloused thumb along the back of it. You gently reached out to cuddle into his side. 

“I’m going to miss you.” 

Your voice choked in your throat, shifting your gaze to Jake Seresin, the farm boy next door who you’d known since you could run. The boy you used to sneak out into the fields and woods to look for frogs and snakes with. The once lanky, awkward teenage boy with braces who used knock on your screen door unannounced, now filled out his highschool football and baseball jersey and had girls batting their eyes at him. 

“I’m going to miss you too, Mooney.”

The nickname always made you smile. One summer during 8th grade, you and Jake had tried to make moonshine in the back of the Seresin farmhouse from some of the ripe strawberries on your family's farm. To say the least, you were far from successful and were both grounded for 2 months. 

But it was one of your most cherished memories with Jake. That, and sneaking off with each of your horses to go swimming in dagger lake in the hot summer months during chore time. The cherished nickname now just made the tears harder to hold back.

“Hey,” Jake soothed, “I’m here, Mooney, I'm here. I'm right here with you.” Your glassy eyes peaked up, meeting his kind, soothing ones. The pad of his thumb gently wiped away your tears. 

You sighed as he gently pulled your lips in for a soft, loving kiss. His hands clutched at your bare hips, rolling you underneath him. He sighed as your nails gently caressed and scratched at his neck and back of his head.

You tried to memorize the way his plush lips felt against your own. After all, you didn't know when you would get to feel them again. 

Jake didn't hurry with his efforts as he clutched at and caressed the slopes and edges of your body he'd always loved. 

Your soft sighs spurred him on, lathing kisses at your neck down to your breasts and areolas, your nipples taut from the friction against Jake's chest and the steady flow of chilled air from the humming AC unit in the corner.

Soft moans left your lips as he gently teased two fingers at your entrance, savoring the feeling of your silken walls around his welcomed digits. Eyes fluttering closed, fingers weaving into his hair as he gently, lovingly worked you towards your release, letting his calloused fingertips run along that extraordinary little spot that had you seeing the familiar, pretty shade of green behind your eyelids. 

He let you come down from your high, littering your lips and neck with tender kisses, like he was trying to memorize the way your skin felt against him. 

You clutched your nails into the back of his neck and flexed shoulders as he eased his cock between your smooth, soft folds, like the love-worn pages of a book that Jake couldn't get enough of. 

“Jake.”

Your sighs made his heart clench and belly stir. 

His hips moving in slow tandem with your own. Each clench of your plush walls made him moan softly, his nose running along the column of your neck, almost as if trying to memorize the soft smell of strawberries that always followed you. 

His hips moved in an uneven tempo, his release tailing your own. The soft whimpers and sighs leaving your perfectly parted lips made it more difficult to keep his pace in check. 

Your hips sputtered underneath him, thighs twitching around his lean waist. His lips crashed against yours as he felt you clutch desperately at his waist and shoulders, your release coming into the world with a cry of his name and a shudder. 

His release followed suit; his body, soul and mind lost in the feeling of you. 

Two people trying to make it in this world, intertwined as one. 

He let his forehead softly rest against your own, breaths weaving together against the cheap sheets of the motel. 

You pouted when he untangled himself from you, turning on the golden light of the bathroom to grab a washcloth. Softly smiling as he gently, lovingly wiped at your tender folds.

He always took care of you after your times together. 

But this time felt different. Off. 

The way he looked at you. He acted as if it was the last time he was going to. Like he was saying goodbye with each tender, soft touch of your body and lips. 

Your eyebrows furrowed, trying to keep your bubbling anxiety at bay. 

“Why do you keep looking at me like that ?”

His eyes didn't meet yours, instead focusing on the warm feeling of the washcloth on his palm as he continued to gently rub at your inner thighs. 

Your hand stalled his movements. 

“Jake?”

His eyes met yours. But they weren't bright or as mirthful as they had always been; they were glassy and distant.

Your heart beat was quickening by the second. 

“Please talk to me.” 

His heart clenched at your plea. He knew this was going to be one of the most difficult things he'd ever have to do in his life. 

A beat of tense silence passed. 

You swallowed, trying to lighten your tone. “you're acting like this is goodbye…forever.”

He swallowed, feeling tears brimming. 

“I'm sorry, I'm so sorry Mooney.” He said it so softly that if you were anywhere else, you most likely wouldn't have heard him. 

Your heart stopped and increased in density by a thousand fold. The once lively organ now consuming the life force of everything within its vicinity, your fingertips tingling. 

“I just- with the Navy and everything, and you know how my dad is. I can't come back.” His desperate tone tried to plea a winning case for why this couldn't work. 

“And long distance doesn't work out for a lot of people.” He said softly, tears falling freely now. 

Your lip quivered, body retracting from his once welcoming, warm touch. 

“So you don’t even want to try?” 

The mix of anger and sadness felt so foreign being made from something Jake did. 

He put his face in his hands, shaking it. “I don’t know, Mooney. I just don’t know.” 

You watched with parted lips, trying to find the words to say with the tears budding in your eyes like the strawberry bushes Jake would help you tend to on your family’s farm. 

“It shouldn't be this hard for you to decide what you want with me!” You borderline shouted, frustration mixing with agony like a potent toxin in your soul.

"I thought you loved me?" your wounded, defeated tone made Jake's heart clench. If you weren't so devastated, you would have caught the flinch from the boy in front of you. You knew Jake wanted to be a pilot, more than anything in the world.

But you didn’t think it would cost what you had with him. 

“I need some air, I hope you find what you're looking for because clearly you aren't going to find it with me,” you rasped out, voice thick with emotion, staggering to your feet, finding your clothes littered on the floor, and hastily putting them on.

You half expected the boy that learned to have a response for anything to say something. Anything. 

Stay.

I’m scared, too.

I love you. 

We can figure this out, together. 

But he remained silent as you slammed the door closed behind you; pleading, teary eyes following your body leave behind the cheap wooden door. He didn't even try to stop you. You hurried down the steps to the first level, finding a quiet area near the vending machines and their inviting glow, under the full moon and stars. 

You leaned against the side of the machine, looking at all the near expired, wrapped goodies inside. All the goodies that Jake would have gladly shared with you. Now you weren’t so sure they meant anything. The familiar bubble of anguish and frustration became too much. You couldn’t hold it in any longer. 

And so you cried. 

You cried for the impending loss of the boy down the dirt road. You cried for the unfairness of your too separate dreams and what would feel like a million miles separating the two of you. You cried for the stark differences in both of your lives that made itself into a wedge between you both. 

But most of all, you cried for the trying times that he didn’t want to try to fight for. 

The ring of the bell above the glass door barely announced your presence to the packed bar. You had needed a break after unpacking the last box in your new home, and if you were going to be living in America’s Finest City, you should at least try to make some new friends. Afterall, you started work at the San Diego Tribune on Monday.

You drew your attention from the packed bar to the woman taking your order at the bar top, with her kind hazel, green eyes and shoulder length brunette hair. She couldn’t have been a day after 40. 

“A rum and coke, please?”

She gave you a nod and kind smile before turning to prepare your drink. Rum and Cokes became your go to during college. Nobody sold strawberry moonshine where you settled.

It wouldn’t taste the same anyway. 

Your eyes drew to the sea of people near the back deck and around the pool tables. The sea of beige military uniforms made your lip quirk. 

Did he ever make it to flight school?

Your chest tightened at the memory of how things ended, and the realization that you hadn’t spoken in almost 15 years. Not since he was set to leave for Annapolis; you didn't show up to see him off, watching his dusty, red truck leave you as he drove away on the dirt road of his family’s ranch from your bedroom window.  The last remnant of him evaporating into the dust his tires kicked up as he left. 

Memories of a simpler time swirled in your mind like the drink in your hand. 

Your ears perked up at the steady bass playing through the speakers. 

Foghat’s "Slow Ride".

Memories of laughter and secret kisses with the farmboy down the road, whose dreams were too big for Texas. 

Too big for you. 

Your lip quirked into a frown as you sighed, taking a drink, eyes drifting to the jukebox in the corner of the bar. A well-built man leaned against it, obviously hitting on the girl with the miniskirt and tank top to his left. From where you sat, you could only make out the blush on the girl’s cheeks, not the identity of the man behind the flirtations. He looked handsome; his strong shoulders, buzzed brunette blond hair at the base of his neck. 

Jake’s hair used to gleam the same way. 

You took a drink from your glass just as the man turned around. To walk to the bar top with the girl in tow. The burning liquid stalling in your throat, your stomach clenching as his features registered. He looked older now, brow lines evident. Definitely taller and more well built than when you saw him leave. He hadn't lost that charming smile, or his handsome green eyes, or the small cluster of freckles on his neck line. Your lip quirked with a wave of intense nostalgia. 

The girl that looked like she was in her mid to late twenties settled at the bar top, separating you from the man that you hadn’t seen or touched since the motel on route 79.

His eyes focused on her, giving her the same dimple-lidden smile you loved seeing in the hayloft during thunderstorms when you both wanted to get away from your families. 

She turned towards the bartender to place her drink order. His gaze flitted from hers to Penny’s. His eyes do a double take on yours. 

His posture straightened, lips parting, eyes staying on yours. Your eyes were held in a trance, placing your glass on the bar top. Before you had time to say anything, years of memories and missed memories took control.  

“Mooney?”

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[kcloveswrestling]

Yesterday was fanfic writers day, but I was so busy with classes starting… so here are some of my favorite writers on here!

@unoficialy-married-to-ace-austin

@madhatterbri

@toriluvsnickwayne

@bellaireland1981

@mycheersricochet

@there-goes-thefighter

[theamazingmaddyas]

Next week is one of the best weeks of the year, aka, Asexuality Visibility Week, and I love talking about asexual awareness and I also love writing Riordanverse fanfics, so, just like last year I will be combining two of my fave things into Asexuality in the Riordanverse Oneshots!!!

However, I haven't decided if I want to do the same list as last year, or change some up. I have the tendency to aspec-ify every media I like because I can, and honestly, who doesn't love a good aspec character?

My list last year, and the hcs I used:

Lou Ellen Blackstone (homoromantic (lesbian) asexual)

Austin Lake (aromantic asexual)

Reyna Ramírez-Arellano (non-SAM asexual) (canon)

Leo Valdez (aromantic asexual)

Rachel Dare (grey-asexual, with ambigious romantic attraction)

Athena (gods don't use human terminology, but it is written like a non-specified romantic asexual)

Mitchell (homoromantic (gay) asexual)

So, I'd love to hear some input on what other people would want to see!

Here is some boundaries of mine: if a character recommended is someone I don't see as ace, leave an explination and try and change my mind, but most of the gods, like Apollo or Zeus, will not be on the aspec list. I also will not do Artemis, because I do not have enough knowledge on how Rick's version of the hunters and Mythology hunters are at odds, ie lesbianism, and don't wish to disrespect polytheists. Though, I am open to do other virgin gods and goddesses if I feel like I can get info on their myth counterpart well. I'm also open to any Riordanverse series: Kane Chronicals and Magnus Chase included! Additionally, I will also probably not be doing Nico or Will; I have seen people hc them as aspec, but as they both canonically state their sexuality (gay and bi respectively) I do not wish to use them as ace rep during ace week when they are rep for another sexuality. Lastly, Leo and Reyna are being done no matter what—aro/ace Leo is my specialty, and Reyna is canonically ace so it would be a disrespect to not use her during ace week. That should be all, thank you to those who decide to vote!

[selineram3421]

Giving Alastor Kisses

Part 3

Part 2

Alastor X Reader Small Oneshot

Warnings? ⚠

⚠ dancing, kissing, soft Alastor ⚠

~

In The Living Room❤️‍🔥

No one to talk with

All by myself

No one to walk with

But I'm happy on the shelf

The radio sitting on the little side table played.

You and Alastor swayed along with the tune. Slow dancing with eyes closed, illuminated by the light coming from the fireplace.

"It's just you I'm thinking of

Ain't misbehavin'

I'm saving my love for you.", Alastor sang, resting his forehead against yours.

Taking a peek at you, he saw a smile tugging at your lips, a sigh of contentment slipping through.

Nights like this with you were magical.

"Your kisses

Are worth waiting for

Believe me~", you sing, leaning in and kiss him softly.

I don't stay out late

Don't care to go

I'm home about eight

Just me and my radio

He felt his heart skip, holding you closer and reciprocating the kiss.

Ain't misbehavin'

I'm saving my love for you.

~

@willowaudreykeyes

Emerges from the void to give this before scurrying back into the darkness.

~Seline, the person.

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Next ➡ Part 4

[dreamsandflowers]

[nickstarking]

Personalities I created for the Warblers without much prominence.

English is not my first language.

Images are not the same size.

I did it for fun

This is just the first part

There are Warblers who don't have names. So I put the actors' names! (Sorry). The name of the super gay warbler, I invented it for him.

Skylar:

He has a phobia of germs and a mania for cleanliness.

When he's not in his Warbler uniform, he usually dresses like Blaine Anderson and puts on the same hair gel.

He literally has a pet rooster that wakes him up every morning.

He is calm, firm and great as a leader, but he can sometimes behave like a spoiled and impatient preppy, very demanding. Like when he complains about the New Directions' lack of uniform.

> He has mysophobia! <

Matt:

He definitely hates animals. His hair (unlike Canon's) is blonde with dark blue streaks, and he wears black, dark eye makeup even though he is wearing his uniform. He also wears a black cape over his uniform, which many Warblers find inconvenient.

He tends to dress in a "goth" style when not in uniform, but feels insulted and swears he's not goth.

Almost no one knows, but he is interested in occult magic. When he's angry, he starts speaking in Latin or tries to curse people with magic (as he tried to do with New Directions).

> He's asthmatic! <

Sebastian Smythe says he's weird and got very agitated when he almost shared a room with him (perhaps out of fear).

His older brother is the beatbox warbler (or Jon).

Nelson:

It's the Warblers' gossip. Whenever something happens, he spreads them out for everyone to know. He was almost the one who told about the steroids instead of Trent.

He is part of the school newspaper and is always looking to create the most credible news possible. He is also a great journalistic investigator. And you can get any information you want easily.

His ability to find clues or what really happened in the events is amazing. And some say he could work for the forensic specialist in the future.

He is the only Warbler who refuses to use hair gel or keep it too short. Since a Warbler does that when he doesn't have straight or wavy hair, and Nelson finds that kind of prejudiced.

He often fights for the rights of black people and helps out in community service for the needy in his spare time.

David:

He is asexual (ace), counselor, mature, sometimes called a plant because he stays out of things and not opinion. But he only does it when he thinks the subject is immature and silly, not worthy of attention. Some don't understand this and take it to the bad side. He is friends with Thad and Wes.

Austin (Super Gay Warbler):

Super gay, flamboyant, likes to show up, scandalous, shares these traits with a part of the best friend's personality and that's why they sometimes fight to appear in the other's place.

He has a dream of winning a solo.

One of his biggest vices is jumping rope.

He is a trans man (only in my fanfic), but no one knows.

> He has braces on his teeth! <

Since he started using dental braces, his self-esteem has deteriorated.

His nickname is Rabbit Tooth. He hates that nickname.

Nick: Naive and innocent, has a sweet personality, he is sometimes called Brittany boy version, although they don't have much in common. And Nick was never a bully. Almost no one knows that he is actually a genius and not as dumb as he appears. He cried for days because Pavarotti died.

Sometimes he says random things that the Warblers and people around don't understand.

He is Jeff's best friend, and he loves Jeff.

His friends are Hunter, Logan and Brock. With him being part of a group called "the quartet of destruction".

> He's lactose intolerant! <

Brock:

He is non-verbal autistic

ALERT: before anyone comes to curse me, I am autistic! And no, I don't have the same personality as Brock! Every autistic person is unique! And he does have flaws! He's a boy with flaws! And many! Like all other Warblers it has flaws.

Jealous, aggressive, knows 3 fighting styles which include boxing, jiu-jitsu and karate. His hyperfocus is illusionism and.....Hunter Clarington (Seriously). He loves Illusionism because his father (separated from his mother) is an illusionist. He is addicted to sweets and when he sleeps no one wakes him up anymore. He has a secret crush on Hunter who understands his sign language and is best friends with him. His other friends include Nick and Logan, with him being part of the "quartet of destruction".

His life outside of school is like Cinderella where he is terrorized by his evil stepmother who is married to his mother.

> There is a mystery as to why he is a Warbler as he has never been seen singing or talking. However, he sings solos 3 times and rarely speaks <

> He has autism! <

he is also intersex

Trent:

Warbler kind, calm and sensible. Sometimes he speaks in an inappropriate situation, or speaking over or in place of people without being called. Which leads to him being reprimanded by Warbler leaders.

Wes:

Calm, counselor, mature, romantic, but sometimes sexist. And he's been Thad's best friend since childhood.

Fun fact: he is afraid of extraterrestrials because he saw a horror movie with that theme as a child. Thad is the only one who knows this and helps him when he's afraid to sleep.

Thad:

He hates taking a shower, sometimes he's stupid, sometimes he's sensible and smart, and he's sexist. He's been best friends with Wes since childhood.

He sometimes speaks in Spanish without realizing it as he learned it from his Latin parents.

> He has hydrophobia! <

[actualbird]

Now I really am back to reading your fics like a morning newspaper dgkdkg at this rate I should come up with a name for this fanfic paper....

Super Attorney dfjzhf is it Ace Attorney but a TV show? Honestly good taste mc.

Man, I really feel the not apologising thing. I mean, I apologise to friends and acquaintances of course but it's a family thing? I guess? I'm pretty sure this is a kind of common thing too. I'd probably have the same reaction as Giann if someone from my family actually apologised.

I love how Giann's first reaction when someone finds out something he doesn't want to is think Luke told them dgidig Luke will forever be thought of as a snitch now.

Giann nearly falling on his broken leg trying to see Neil right after admitting he hasn't been focusing on recovery is hilarious chkck he just went from not focusing to nearly actively fucking it up by accident poor Marius. First him leaving the room and going to the rooftop and now this.

NEIL XGJXGJCKG I CAN'T BELIEVE HE TRIED TO FAKE AMNESIA

Congratulations Neil you get to do shovel talks now! Start with Marius, he's right there and also it's his turn to get one now.

Looking at the end notes: Marbles von Hagen.....he'd be that marble that rolls away everytime you take them out of their bag or something. What troubles will he get into as a sphere....

And with that, that's the final chapter of this fic and my thoughts on it! As always, excellent chapter! This fic ended perfectly, and I'm definitely going to revisit it from time to time. Particularly when canon Giann and Neil come out, gotta see how similar they are to this fic. Thank you for writing this!!! It was a joy to read and I adored it so, so much.

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waaaaahh, gmorning milkyway!! i hope u enjoyed today's morning paper written by zak who isnt telling you the news and is just making fic where characters get all emo and stuff, HAHA

JHSVKFJHSDK super attorney is a show mentioned in Artem SR Focus Fire. in terms of content, all we know is that it's a legal drama. but the Big Data Lab entry has this hilarious detail "It is supposedly inspired by real cases, but a certain anonymous critic has criticized the series as being overly dramatic and not reflective of reality." oh artem....KJHVFJAHSFJ

hoo boy yea the not apologizing thing was deffo inspired as a family thing. ive got 3 siblings and i love them very much and i'd consider all of us very close. but when any of us fight, we rarely apologize with like, the actual words. when it does happen tho, that when the situation is like Big

if im ranking the new team in terms of first impressions: luke honestly landed in last place due to sheer strangeness, giving giann a heartattack, and also snitching JHVSKJHDFKSDJ sorry dude

vjhKJHVKJH P MUCH, i just think itd be funny if giann didnt have a braincell sometimes, especially when it comes to people he cares about. it be like...

marius: i need u to recover so i can feel a bit more sane giann: okay i promise to focus on that :( //proceeds to nearly re-break his leg

neil wants to cause CHAOS. i assume part of why artem's deadpan expression these days is so good is because neil hume was his mentor and neil was a rascal

NEIL'S TURN TO SPEEDRUN!!! artem arrives at the room and neil is like "YOU OVERACHIEVER??? GO BIG OR GO HOME, HUH???" and artem is so confused

hjhJKHVKJHVKJ SPHERICAL NUISANCE!!! i figure thatd be austin and giann's rationale later on, but it did mostly start out from like "marius" -> "mar/marmar" -> "marbles"

when i pitched this hc on my priv twt, someone suggested "marmite" as a nickname and i lost my mind JHSJHFSKJDHF

thank YOU so so much for this lovely comment, milkyway :((( and for reading every chapter and commenting on each one, pls, every single one always made my morning and just made me rlly happy 🥺

now that this fic is over, it is time for me to look upon my horrid gdrive folder and see what ridiculous feels i will inflict upon you all next :DDD

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17, 21, 27 ?

17. fics you’ll continue next year

i think this counts as a continuation, but i'm planning a sequel for my magic au, things get heavy but you know we ain't done yet, which is a plot twist because i don't really do sequels so we'll see how that goes

21. most memorable comment/review

this is such a cheat-y answer but genuinely, all of them. there's been a lot going on for me this year and fic has been such a glorious escape and every comment has meant the world - but especially those ones (which u often leave and make me weep, austin) where someone tells you their favourite bits or lines. hook those comments to my veins.

the amnesia fic got a reaction i wasn't expecting at all and i go back and read the comments (for that, and lots of my fic) when i need cheering up, ngl

27. favorite fanfic author of the year

i don't wanna pick just one! it's too hard you're all amazing

i will say though every time you, @evanbucxley, @hmslusitania, @woodchoc-magnum, @littlespooneven write fic, i genuinely drop everything to read them because i just always know it's gonna be ace

send me an end of year fanfic ask

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Eye-LIE-ner

Pairing / Form: Ace Austin x Reader / Oneshot Genre: Fluff?? Maybe??? It’s Softish?? Warnings: Ace is a lying liar who lies but it’s relatively harmless in this context? Word Count: 1033 Characters: Reader, Ace Austin, with a special guest appearance from Chris Bey Plot: Ace loses his compact mirror and needs help with his eyeliner before tapings. Truly he is a damsel in distress. Surely there are no Heel Tactics about. You should definitely trust him.  Tag List: @doctorbrittbaker @elitehoe

You were used to Ace Austin smirking. You were used to Ace Austin bragging. You were used to Ace Austin strutting. You were not, however, used to nearly tripping over him as he crouched on the ground in the hallway backstage, rifling through his suitcase. 

“Oh shi – sorry,” he cut himself off, looking up at you and pushing his hair out of his eyes. 

You hadn’t interacted with Ace much. But just because you hadn’t hung out with him didn’t mean you’d never paid him any attention. His confidence was consistent, and while he wasn’t entirely unkind, he wasn’t exactly a goody two shoes. He was breathtakingly talented in the ring, and you’d be lying if you said he didn’t look breathtaking too. Of course, you had no idea he’d been paying quite a bit of attention to you as well. 

“It’s fine,” you smiled, “but, um, why are you going through your bag in the middle of the hallway?”

“I have a promo to tape before we start shooting, so I was gonna do my eyeliner, but I can’t find my compact mirror. I tried using my phone camera, but it didn't really work.�� Even when he was acting sheepish, he was still smirking. As if he wanted something. His bold eyes demanded attention, and the curve of his lips was striking. 

“Do you need help?” The words were out of your mouth before you really thought about them, but it was too late to turn back as he nodded and waved you forward.

“That would be perfect,” Ace’s lips widened into a confident grin. “C’mere.”

And that was how you found yourself gazing into the alluring eyes of the Inevitable Ace Austin, an eyeliner pencil in your hand, standing as he perched on a crate.

“I don’t bite, babe,” he chuckled, “and you’re going to have to get closer if you want to help.” 

You let out a nervous laugh and rolled your eyes, trying to release the tension you felt. Being so visibly nervous probably boosted his ego, but it couldn’t be helped. So you stepped forward, standing between his legs. His eyelids fluttered closed, but you didn't bring the pencil to his skin. After a moment of silence, his eyes fluttered back open and a single eyebrow raised. 

“I’m not sure how you normally do it.” You were no stranger to eyeliner, but you definitely didn’t want to mess his up.

You were still pulled back, but you could feel the barest brush of his breath against your skin as he chuckled. “That’s okay, I trust you.”

He sounded so sincere, it drew out a chuckle of your own, “I hope you don't expect me to say that back, Austin.”

“No, babe. A girl like you is too smart to trust a guy like me.” He was all cocky swagger as he said it, and you hummed thoughtfully in reply.

You finally leaned forward, and he closed his eyes again, surrendering himself to your touch. Carefully, you placed one hand on his left temple, applying the eyeliner with the other. You were far too focused on perfectly tracing the curve of his lashes to notice how his hands twitched at your touch. You were far too nervous about drawing a perfectly straight line to hear the slight hitch in his breath as yours hit his face. You were far too zeroed in on painting him perfectly to feel the slight shiver that tingled his spine at your closeness. It was a teasing taste of your presence, and he was greedy for it. More, more, he wanted more. 

But a moment like this couldn’t last forever, and soon enough, you retreated back out of his space and he reached for his phone to see your work. 

“Oh wow,” he changed the angle he was holding his phone at and snapped a selfie.

“Good wow or bad wow?” 

He flashed you a grin, “You did it better than I ever do.”

His eyebrows rose as you laughed, “What?”

You laughed again, “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you say anybody was better than you at anything.”

“Well,” he met your eyes again, his usual confidence evident in his trademark smirk, “maybe you’re not just anybody.”

His smirk grew as your cheeks flushed.

“Well, I’m, uh, I’m glad I could help,” you sputtered out, glancing back and forth down the hall as if looking for a way out. “Oh!” You held out his eye pencil, “Don’t want to forget this.” 

You were almost certain he touched your fingers with his own on purpose as he took the eyeliner from you, but he didn’t say anything, just gave a nod of thanks and kept piercing you with those bold eyes, unapologetic for the attention he was giving you. And you felt drawn to it, to him, leaning slightly forward on the balls of your feet, caught up in the unexpected quiet moment.

Thankfully the sound of someone else coming around the hallway broke the silence and gave you an excuse to look away. Chris Bey rounded the corner and yelled out a greeting to Ace. You huffed out an awkward laugh and waved in parting to the latter before taking your leave. 

“Yo, dude, why is your stuff all over the floor?” Chris leaned against the crate Ace was sitting on.

“I lost my compact,” Ace answered, still watching you as you made your way down the hall, refusing to look away from you until you’d turned the corner and gone out of sight. “She helped me with my eyeliner since I couldn’t find it.” He hopped off the crate and started gathering his stuff, tossing it back into his suitcase.

“Why didn’t you just use the mirror in the bathroom?” Chris raised an eyebrow and pointed at the men’s room directly behind them.

“Who knows?” Ace smirked, pulling his compact mirror from the same pocket he always kept it in. Like he would ever lose it. 

Chris tipped his head back in a laugh, “Okay, dude, how long did you wait in the hall for her to walk by though?”

“Shut up,” Ace hit his friend’s arm, but he was grinning too.

******************************************************************************************* Author’s Note: He waited for like a half hour and had to awkwardly move his bag out of the way for seven other people before you wandered by, and one of them was Mike Bailey, and yes it was awkward. Don’t think too hard about how ridiculous his plan was. 

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#5

I got a Hikuleo idea. How about Hikuleo introducing them to his family, or Bullet Club?

Hikuleo x Reader

Introducing you to his family

Author’s Note: centering this more of him introducing his girlfriend to his brothers

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Nervous was an understatement. Hikuleo wanted you to meet his brothers. You knew who his brothers were. You just had never met them.

Hikuleo constantly reminded you that you had nothing to worry about…you didn’t believe him.

Tama thought it was HILARIOUS that you were nervous to meet him and Tanga Loa.

Tanga Loa was nicer than you thought he’d be.

Tama asked when you were gonna meet the rest of the family which made you even more nervous.

You and his brothers really got along well

Hikuleo was glad that you got along with his brothers until they started telling you embarrassing stories about him and showing you embarrassing pictures…which by the way…they absolutely did send them to you.

After getting back to your house, Hikuleo looked at you and said, “See. You had nothing to worry about. They loved you.”

23 notes - Posted June 25, 2022

#4

May I please request 5 with Jay White and spoken?

Prompt: “You’re the most amazing boyfriend-“, “Actually, it’s pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?”

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You walked in Jay’s house not expecting to see it decorated for Valentine’s Day. You knew that y’all were going to be spending the day together, but you definitely didn’t expect him to do anything fancy. You had already left his Valentine’s Day gift(chocolate covered strawberries, his favorite protein powder, a new switchblade necklace) at his house that morning while he was at the gym before you went to work(photography studio)

When he got back from the gym, he showered and decorated the house along with getting your gift from where he hid it. Well, one thing he had to pick up today so that they’d still be good. He got you flowers, a new camera, and a ring that he didn’t give you until a few minutes after the other stuff.

When you saw the new camera and the flowers, you teared up immediately. Seeing how much detail he paid attention to especially when you talk about your favorite flowers meant so much to you. You started to say something to him, “you’re the best boyfriend-.” He cuts you off while down on one knee, “Actually, it’s pronounced fiancé. Will you marry me?”

You nodded and whispered yes while in tears. He put the ring on your finger and kissed you gently.

30 notes - Posted February 14, 2022

#3

Cash Wheeler x Reader

Description: Nobody could make him stay…nobody but her.

Author’s Note: This song made me think of Cash Wheeler.

Gif Credit: @thunderkiss86

@wheeler-omega-kingston this is the Cash fic I’ve been working on

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Cash Wheeler…no one thought he’d ever settle down and stay.

They all thought he’d leave again

Nobody knew what this girl did to make him stay. Cash didn’t even really know.

She understood him. She understood his need to travel. His need to be on the road.

She was a traveling photographer. She understood being on the road all the time.

“Cash, what’s going on with you?”, Dax asked really confused. “Seriously Cash. What’s going on in your head?”, Tully wanted to know. He had to know what was throwing off one of his top guys. “She is.”, Cash replied looking at Y/N. “Y/N?”, Dax questioned.

Upon hearing her name, Y/N walked over to FTR and Tully. “Hey guys.”, she said as she stood next to Cash. “Y/N, always a pleasure to see you.”, Tully stated acknowledging her.

“Hey, Cash? I was wondering if I could talk to you later after the show?”, Y/N asked because Tully and Dax had told her that Cash liked her. Cash simply nodded not able to get the words out. “Great! I’ll see you later!”, Y/N said as she then walked off to go find Anna and Tay to take their promo pics. And of course to tell them what happened.

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After telling the girls what happened and taking pictures most of the night, the show was finally over. Y/N was excited to finally have a chance to talk to Cash. She was really nervous as well.

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As soon as Y/N saw Cash, her nerves calmed down a lot. Cash walked over to you, “let me get your bag? Dax said you were staying at the same hotel as us and I was hoping you and I could talk on the way there? That is if you want to ride to the hotel together.. we don’t have to…it was just an idea.” You smiled, “that sounds like a great plan, but I can carry my own bag.” Cash shook his head and grabbed your bag from you, “What kind of man would I be if I let you carry your own bag? I got it.”

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After talking, the two of y’all found out there was a lot that the two of you have in common. You both also happened to find out that y’all lived in the same neighborhood. He laughed, “We literally live across the street from each other. How did we not know?”

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Three weeks later, Cash asked you out. You of course said yes. It’d be a lie to say that the two of y’all weren’t together almost 24/7 now.

“I’m not even kidding when i say I want to spend the rest of my life with you”, Cash said while laying under the stars with you. “Honestly, I wanna spend the rest of my life with you too.”, you replied. “That quote about the stars you like…from that poem… The Old Astronomer to his Pupil? What was it?”, he asked. Laying your head on his chest, you replied, “I have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night.”

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Author’s Note: I’m not gonna lie, the writers block kinda took over for a bit so it took a while to write this. I also don’t know how this turned into what it did.

31 notes - Posted March 26, 2022

#2

Matt and Nick: *carrying all the groceries*

Hangman: *holds out hand to help*

Matt and Nick : *moves all the groceries to one hand to hold Hangman’s hands*

Dark Order: *drags Hangman away*

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@moxleyunstable this is for you

54 notes - Posted July 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Daniel- I- Daniel…

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[lulufeca]

Since Carnaval happened and I was hiding in the woods with almost no internet...

Here is reviews!!

@chantiemaya fics:

7. Flowers and Rain

Imagine you are a florist and a pretty person wants flowers for a date. Why are you not that person??? Maybe that will happen!

It's a sweet and nice fic.

8. Austin's Family

Do you remember the fanfic "Hello?" Where Trixie was the mother of a baby boy called Austin? And poor Austin was totally forgotten by Chantie and I was bugging her for him to be there more, because i love babies!!!!

So... melt with me with Austin being the adorable little boy he is.

9. Cupcake and Pumpkin

Dog walking fanfic. I love this one, it's messaging each other done right.

Flirting, business exchange and DOGGIES.

10. Sexy Shower Shenanigans

Imagine me screaming texting Chantie about this one

"Chantie, the water bill of those girls! They are wasting water!! They can fall and die!!!"

Yeah, I am sure an ace.

11. The one where Violet spins a bottle

When you are a teen and needs a game to kiss someone you like.

It's so adorable. I want to hug Trixya and coo over them. And pat Violet on the shoulder.

Go read

Go comment

I still need to review her other chaptered fics. Wait for it

[echo-inthevoid]

Friends at the table live blogging? Reaction? Thoughts? What is this?

So I know usually people start these at episode one but when I started listening to this podcast it was just cause I was super bored and I had no intention of liking it so much. But I do like it incredibly lots and there isn't enough content out there for autumn in hieron, (which is what I'm currently listening through because I decided to start at the beginning), and there needs to be more. So I'm going to write out my reactions and predictions for the rest of this season (I'm on episode 21 now.) I've also already made some art so I'll post that along with the reactions. All of this ill tag as #myf@ttreactions so... I guess if I end up spamming you can block it or if you come across this later and want to read it all in order you can do that too.

Alright. So to recap what I've listened to so far. Obviously, this will contain spoilers but I'll try to be somewhat vague? So if you do plan on listening but don't mind spoilers it's not gonna be like there's no point in listening anymore?

The first arc (the first tower? Idk if there's a naming system in place for the arcs within each season? Are their multiple arcs in other seasons of hieron? Idk. I've been trying to avoid spoilers.) I'll just call it the first tower until I'm told otherwise.

The first tower was super interesting, although at that point I couldn't tell the difference between any of the voices except phantasmo and hella? So I didn't super follow the character development or interactions super well (also the audio wasn't great early on). But the whole thing about every npc having a goal and at least some personality is a thing I really love. The whole thing with the animated chefs hat? Brilliant loved it.

hadrian killed the skeleton dude! I was also upset about it!

Even this early on I was in love with austins story telling. He gives everything such personality and seems capable of just going with whatever the players decide to do in a way I find almost unbelievable? Like? How????? Teach me your ways?

Also they are all so... Earnest and unabashed in caring about their characters and the world? basically they are a bunch of nerds, but that caring is something that means a lot to me.

All the characters arguing at the end was interesting? Like these guys aren't just gonna stick together cause their the player characters, they're willing to split up or fight and I found that very interesting. I've only listened to taz as far as actual play podcasts are concerned so forgive me if I don't know how rpg podcasting usually goes or compare these two a lot.

Hella and phantasmo were my favorites at this point (because they were the only voices I could recognize), and I thought hadrian and fero were the same person??? Sort of? I was very confused.

And I think that's all I have to say about the first tower.

So on to snow party and then boat party.

at this point 1. The audio got better, and 2. I realized fero and hadrian were different people because they were in two different places.

Throndir is introduced and is a tentative favorite. He has a dog, is an elf, looks up to two idiots, is just generally adorable?

Hadrian decides not to sleep after having nightmares. Yes yes yes give meee angst. Also having come to this from listening to Taz the willingness to explore the characters emotions so much was very nice? Like taz is great, but it is about 90% goofs, which is great and what a lot of people like about it, and is something I like about it. It's just rather surprising going from one sort of extreme to the other? Anyway, I liked it.

Phantasmo goes invisible and then reality slowly disappears? Spooky. Very nice. They go into how he's feeling about it? Copy paste the paragraph I just wrote again. That good good character development stuff! I could probably have writen a pretty in character fanfic about phantasmo just having the information about him from that one thing?

The ice monster? Spookyyyy! Also. Throndir slowly rising as a solid favorite. My boy was so cold and scared! ;-;

Phantasmo is an old grumpidygrump. I love.

Hadrian tries his best.

Wooorddd eatterrrsssss!!! This idea confused me a lot. And still does? How does one subsist on words? How do you eat a word? Do you eat it from just one person or does it disappear for everyone? Phantasmo didn't forget samothese's name, but at the same time it seems like the snow elves forgot about the goblins pretty thoroughly. Maybe just cause they live shorter now? And have lived with the word eaters for a long time? How do they not know the word eaters exist? Do the word eaters not turn them wordless ever? I have so many questions! Does a word eater have any consciousness before it eats a word? Or is it just a collection of words that eventually form a consciousness? What ARE they?

Phantasmos speech to the word eater.... O.O He was actually helpful? Wowowow. Also, super cool.

He immediately rubs it in everyones faces. Of course.

Also apparently throndir is part goblin??? When did that happen? The next episode just sort of started with them talking about it and I feel like I missed something??? Please help, where was that? When did that happen?

Also the goblin asking if throndir is going to torture the other pcs. Hints at tragic backstory™? 👀

And. Now i must scream about the entire part with the other snow elves!!!!!!!!!!

Like!!! They disected people!? And throndir saw it!? First of all, that's gotta be a bit traumatic, secondly, that's gotta be like terrifying also!!? Likewhkahskwbdjdjdjsksjd. I am a sucker for angst and you are just giving me this!? You're just giving it to me??? There is so MUCH that can be pulled out of this!? Also I didn't have any wifi or signal for a couple days in between them being captured and it being revealed that they were going to let throndir go and I am gonna have to write a fic some time about what I thought was going to happen. It definitely included throndir getting disected with like magic and things and was uuuu.. Very angst.

Throndir is my favorite for sure at this point. 100%. He's my boyy.

Alright now back to BOAT PARTYYYY!!!

Calhoun is great. Everything great. Then it's not.

Emanuel and lem!!!!! Im slow on the uptake when it comes to romance (ace here, hello) but I think this is the fastest I've ever shipped anything. Aka when lem decided he'd stay in the city with Emanuel and the others were kinda teasing him about how he had this whole idea of Emanuel in his mind... I was like haaanngg on a second! Is the romantic tension so strong here that even I can sense it!? Also then lem jokingly called him his boyfriend so.

Probably everyone else shipped it immediately when lem stopped fighting because Emanuel looked at him funny...

Again, austins ability to just sort of take whatever the players do and just go with it? Like now there's this whole ghost city!??

I really hope things turn out alright with lem and Emanuel, like. I hope Emanuel is still around in 4 seasons? (Or however many seasons of hieron there is?)

I just realized that if there's 4 seasons of hieron then that us an incredible pun and I am proud of whoever came up with it? If it wasn't just a coincidence? Is this a thing people are aware of? Have I unlocked my third eye?

I'm listening to episode 21 right now so I need to cry about Calhoun a bit. Like. Oof. Hella why. Also Ali/Hella was crying!!? And Calhoun was crying? And now I'm crying!? Calhoun became a favorite character of mine and then immediately died in like 2 minutes.

...i have now reached the end of episode 21 and I am scared.

Calhoun please don't change now? Like kill hella sure, but don't become eviill?? I just want everyone to be happy ;~;

Alright. Well. See ya next episode.

[dreamsandflowers]