#at least he's not my secret santa lol i can just work on that in like. peace. i guess

[elytrafemme]

day like whatever now of feeling like i am going to burst into tears every time i am around my best friend because of the profound unwavering belief that he doesn't want to be around me anymore and my own neuroses are ruining our relationship <3

[crowandmousewritingco]

We Liked Your Vibe

Pairing: Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Din Djarin

Words: 3.4 k

Rating: M (it's mostly smut folks)

Summary: Din promised Dieter to a threesome, and you have caught their attention.

Author: Mod Mouse (I know I'm not dead)

Note: Happy Holidays everyone! This is my gift to @guelyury for the secret santa exchange set up by @dieterbravobrainrotclub! Thank you @sp00kymulderrI for setting this up! I hope you enjoy your gift.

On another note, I hope to start getting back in the grove of writing. With the semester wrapped up and my life in general calming down, I hope to start posting fics again. I don't think it will be as often as I was (I can't believe I somehow put two fics a week out lol) But I'll figure out something that works. Anyways onto the smut!

“Oh what about that one?” Dieter asked excitedly, nodding in the direction of a goth looking person strolling up to the bar. 

Din glanced up from his whiskey, the melting ice giving a small tink against the glass. His gaze took in the figure, but he shook his head. “Not that one. Came in with a partner.” 

Dieter signed dramatically and slumped over the bar counter. Din slid his drink away to keep him from knocking it over. This wasn’t the first time tonight. “Diiiiiiiiin” Dieter whined. “That’s the third one you’ve said no to tonight.” 

“Yes but all you’ve shown me are couples. I said they had to be single,” Din replied raising his highball glass to his lips. 

Dieter stuck his tongue out at him before turning his head to survey the room. His dark eyes roamed the space once again. So many people with others. ‘Was no one single in the tristate area anymore?’ The thought crossed his mind and he sighed. Maybe it was just going to be him and Din tonight. 

That was until you saddled up to the bar, seemingly with the weight on the world on your shoulders. Dieter’s head poked up as you ordered a shot of tequila. You sprinkled some salt on the crook of your thumb as the bartender set the glass in front of you. Quickly you lapped the salt up with one hand and down the shot in the other, the sting of the alcohol barely affecting you. 

Without looking away, Dieter tugged on Din’s sleeve. “What about that one?” 

Din sighed, only getting slightly fed up with his husband. But when his eyes took you in, something stirred in him. You were very attractive to say the least despite not trying too hard. The favorite shirt that you choose, more for comfort than for attraction, stuck to you in all the right places leaving Din with a nice outline to admire. 

Din hummed which was the most approval he had given all night. Dieter smiled a big goofy grin and practically jumped from the barstool. Though he quickly straightened his outfit to make himself just a tad bit more presentable. Din followed soon and Dieter quickly grabbed his hand dragging the older man over. 

You hadn’t noticed them approach, your mind wiring a thousand thoughts a second. It was only when you heard someone say “Ya know we saw you from across the bar and we like your vibe.” You glanced up and blushed as you took in the odd couple. One man dressed in what you would call disaster chic and the other in a very monochromatic but well put together fit. 

You smirked. “You know this is a new one for me.” 

The messy haired one tilted his head. “Oh and how's that?” 

“Well you aren’t a middle aged straight couple who’s only way to save their marriage is to have a threesome,” You quipped. 

That got a laugh from the shorter man. “We’re about as opposite as that.” 

You raked your eyes over both of them smiling. “You can definitely say that.” 

“Oh where are my manners? Let me introduce ourselves. I’m Dieter and this is my tall, dark and very handsome husband Din.” 

Din held his hand to you and you graciously took it. The size difference from his hands against yours sent heat fluttering to your stomach. “It’s a pleasure to me you,” Din said, taking interest in your reaction. 

“Uh yes um ditto,” You stuttered, still taken aback. “Too bad I’m not dressed up.” You mumbled to yourself. 

Dieter chuckled. “It seems our friend here sees something she likes.” 

“Hmmm? Oh um yes” You blushed quickly taking your hand back. 

“So how about it? Want to see where else there's a size difference?” Dieter asked, wiggling his eyebrows. 

Your eyes darted back and forth between the pair, but you shrugged your shoulders. “I actually would love that.” 

Dieter’s eyes widened and he clapped his eyes excitedly. “Perfect.” He dramatically pointed to the exit. “Let us make haste and love!” He hurried towards the exit. 

You couldn’t help, but giggle at the man’s antics. You hopped off the stool throwing a few ones onto the counter. “Is he always like this?” You asked Din who offered his arm to you which you gladly accepted. 

“Always.” Din replied, and you followed the chaotic Dieter out the door. 

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Dieter talked the whole way home to their apartment. It wasn’t so bad. You sat in the back with him as Din drove, and Dieter basically went over all of the kinks he had and what they both were comfortable with. It wasn’t what you were expecting considering your past experiences, but you were thankful for it nonetheless. You laid out what you did and didn’t like to do which Dieter was very receptive too. After your check in, it wasn’t long until you were making out with Dieter, his hands roaming all of you and trying to pull you into his lap. You giggle as you carefully straddled his waist, bracing yourself on the door frame. 

A low purr emanated from Dieter as he nuzzled his face into your clothed breasts. You couldn’t help but giggled as he motorboated against the fabric. With your free hand, you tangled your fingers into his curly hair, giving his scalp a gentle scratch. Dieter squeezed your hips making you squeak from the surprise. He smirked and snaked his hands up your stomach, sighing at your soft skin. You watched as he pushed up your shirt, licking his lips at the sight of your bare tits staring him right in his face. 

He quirked an eyebrow at you. “I see you weren’t interested in the support tonight.” 

You chuckled and kissed his forehead. “Nah, the girls needed to be free tonight.” 

With both of his hands, Dieter gently grasped your breasts in his hands rolling his thumb gently over your peaking nipples. You gasped, pushing your chest forward needing more stimulation from his fingers. Dipping his head, Dieter lapped at your nipples, the chill from his drink still evident on his tongue. You shivered as he lapped at your peaks, loving the contrasting warm and cold feelings. Dieter chuckled, pausing his motions and nuzzling his cheek into your chest. Playfully he bounced your tits saying, “Well I can be their support.” 

You giggled at his playfulness. “Unfortunately I can’t have you holding them 24/7.” 

Dieter pouted. “But I wanna.” 

You smooth his curls away from his forehead. “I’ll see what I can figure out.” 

That returned Dieter’s smile. With one hand still on your breasts, he sneaked his other down your stomach once more sliding them into your pants. You gasped softly as his fingers toyed with the lacey straps. Dieter smirked. “And you said you weren’t dressed up.” 

You blushed. “I wouldn’t consider underwear as dressing up.” 

“On the contrary, sweetheart. I am always an advocate of showing off the fanciest of underwear.” He purred his fingers rubbed against your clothed clit. Slow delicate circles send a pulses of pleasure through your body. Soft pants escaped your lips and you pressed your head into his shoulder. 

Dieter chuckled as he continued his motions, dragging his fingers all around your sensitive bits. His dark eyes caught Din’s in the rearview mirror and he smirked. “My love I believe your eyes stay on the road.” 

All Din gave as a response was a grunt, but Dieter could tell how worked up Din was. Dieter chuckled to himself as they pulled into their long driveway, the car gliding over the smooth concrete. Din turned the car off, quickly unbuttoning his seatbelt and opening the driver side door. It only took a second for him to open the backseat and carefully pull you off of Dieters lap holding you in his arms. 

You bit your lip as Din nuzzled his nose into your neck, his noticeable erection pressing into your stomach. “Oh and what was that about not paying attention?” Dieter teased, closing the car doors behind you. Din growled into your lips and Dieter rolled his eyes. “I’ll get the door” 

Din followed Dieter up the driveway, the footsteps of Dieter’s crocs guiding him into the house. You weren’t paying attention. All of your focus was the taste of whiskey against Din’s soft lips. Quick pants escaped your lips as the warm air of the house hit your skin. Din bit your lips sliding his tongue into your mouth. Gasping your fingers tangled in his hair giving them a firm tug. Din moaned, his cock twitching inside his pants. You chuckled and nuzzled your nose into his stubbled cheek. 

“Oh that’s such a nice sound.” Din blushed, dropping his gaze. You kissed his cheek leaning in close before saying, “I like hearing you moan.” That heard another twitch in his pants as he carried you into the bedroom. 

With your attention focused on other things, you could finally take in the space where Din had carried you. A giant bed lay against the wall with the soft silken covers adorning the top. Memorabilia from Dieter’s collection lined the wall while Din’s areas stayed relatively minimalist. You wondered how such an odd couple ended up together. 

But quickly your mind returned to the task at hand. As gently as handling an animal, Din set you in the middle of the bed. It only took a moment for him to crawl over you, encompassing you with his wide body. You bit your lips as your hands slid up his button shirt, feeling his muscles tensing under your touch. 

“Mmmmm what a lovely sight you two are,” Dieter commented as he sauntered to the edge of the bed. He made himself at home by the pillows as he watched the show. 

You blushed under the attention of the actor, but continued your focus on Din. Your fingers danced over the buttons, slowly opening them to reveal the skin underneath. The sight was utterly delicious and all you wanted to do was lick the saltiness as you made your way down. 

With a slow pull of your hands, you touched every inch of Din’s torso earning gasps from the older man. By the time you reached the tops of his jeans, he was panting, his full erection pressing against the material. Slowly you caressed his cock, feeling the magnitude against your hand. “Shit you are big.” You said, licking your lips. 

Just like his shirt, you undo the button, shifting the material down freeing his cock. It stood at attention with beads of precum already pooling on the head. With a finger, you traced the prominent vein up the shaft to the head where you gathered the precum against your finger. Curiously you brought it up to your lips, not breaking eye contact with Din as the saltiness coated itself over your tongue.

 You moaned at the taste and you could hear Dieter chuckling beside you. “He tastes better than any cocktail.” 

Humming in agreement you shifted yourself bringing your head closer to Din’s. But as you go to take his cock into his mouth, Din stops you with a gentle push on your shoulder. You look up, worried you did something wrong. 

“I want to treat you since you were so kind to agree to this,” Din voiced, a soft pink blush on his cheeks. 

You couldn’t help but blush in return. With these sorts of nights, you were lucky if the man ever went near your vagina with anything other than his cock. Din was such a considerate person that it was a shame this was only for one night. You nodded, returning back to your original position. With dexterous fingers Din pulled your pants along with the underwear off in one fluid motion. You shivered as the cool air hit your legs. Din stared at you with his dark brown eyes as he trailed slow kisses from your calf to your thighs until you could feel his breath against your wet lips. 

“I’m gonna devour you, little flower,” Din purred. 

Dieter rolled his eyes. “We all love your chivalrousness babe, but someone is also getting lonely. And I mean, she did want to blow someone.” Dieter commented and you couldn’t help but smirk. 

With a playful roll of your head, you opened your mouth ready for Dieter’s cock. Dieter smiled pulling down the waist of his well loved yet fashionable sweatpants, his own erection popping out. You lifted your hand giving Dieter a few pumps before kissing the head. His own salty taste mixed with Din’s was like a cocktail of lust in your mouth. 

That was when Din took the opportunity to take a long lick up your lips ending on a flick of his tongue on your clit. You gasped from the sudden pleasure, making you open your mouth. Dieter took the chance and slid the full length of his cock into your mouth. You gagged a little though taking no time to adjust to his size. 

Dieter leaned back his head against the headboard. “S-Shit we should have found you faster.” He slowly thrusted into your mouth, your tongue swirling around and up the shaft. “D-Din we gotta keep her.” 

Din hummed in agreement as he lapped at your clit. Sparks of pleasure tingled in your stomach, making you moan against Dieter’s cock. The full balls slapped against your throat as Dieter’s thrusts started becoming faster. Dieter cursed with each movement enjoying himself immensely. His gaze wandered down to watch Din as he continued to pleasure you like you were his last meal.

“Shit babe, leave some of that for me. She’s gonna need it when I cum inside her.” You moaned at the thought of his cock spilling his seed inside you. Dieter smirked his gaze meeting your eyes. “Is that something you want, doll?” He asked, his thumb tracing your cheek. You nodded the best you could, and Dieter slowly pulled out of your mouth, a trail of saliva connecting you two. 

“You heard the cutie. I think it’s time for the ol’ Johnson to shine,” Dieter exclaimed excitedly as Din shifted away from you. It was your time to roll your eyes at the other man’s antics. Dieter maneuvered around getting on his hands and knees in front of you. 

“You’re ridiculous,” You teased hands cupping Dieter’s cheeks and quickling kissing his lips. 

“Uh ya ridiculously horny,” He replied with a cheeky smirk. 

You threw your head back against the pillows, a loud laugh filling the room. “God you’re funny.” 

Dieter glanced over his shoulder at Din who had kneeled behind him. “See, someone thinks I’m funny.” 

“Just give it a few years,” Din teased back as he gently pulled a very fancy buttplug out of his husband. Dieter moaned at the lack of friction and you preoccupied him with your lips. He pushed for dominance against you, but you pushed back with just the same intensity. 

Din set the butt plug aside and squirted a dollop of lube onto his palm. Carefully he applied the generous amount onto his cock and Dieter’s hole. A soft gasp escaped Dieter’s lips as he shuttered against the chilly material. 

With a quick peck of the cheek, you said “Don’t worry. You’ll be warmed up in no time.” Dieter groaned at your words, his own cock twitching at the idea of being deep inside you. With a slow push, Din entered him a deep grumble vibrating his throat as he felt Dieter pulse around him. Dieter moaned, resting his head on your shoulder as he adjusted to his size. 

Gently you twirled his curls around your fingers, your nails massaging his scalp. It only took him a moment for him to be ready. Dieter gently pumped his own cock adjusting his hips to meet yours. He guided his cock up and down your slit, your arousal coating the head. You both moaned at the feeling. 

But Dieter grew impatient. With his hand he guided his cock to your hole, gathering up the wetness glistening between your legs. With an eager but still gentle push, he buried himself fully inside of you. The noise that escaped his lips was down right sinful as his legs shook from so much pleasure. Small pants flowed from your lips as you felt Dieter filling you to the brim with his cock. It twitched inside of you and you squeezed around it in response. 

“Fuck,” He whimpered nuzzling his nose into your neck, his warm breath ebbing against your skin.

Din took this as a sign to begin thrusting. It was slow at first, gauging how you were handling everything. In and out Dieter’s cock rubbed against the sensitive areas inside you, and you moaned. Fingers pulled at Dieter’s curls earning a new set of moans to the symphony of sex. 

Din grunted as he pulled his cock almost out of Dieter before plunging it back inside of him, sending Dieter deeper inside of you. The trio moaned as everyone was feeling on cloud nine. Din sped of up thrusts, the need for gentleness over. He draped his torso over Dieter’s back, leaning in to bite on the actor’s shoulder. 

Dieter twitched inside of you, and you smirked. “S-Shit I should bite you more,” 

Dieter moaned as Din’s thrusts became more erratic. It was clear that Din was close to cuming and by the way Dieter felt inside of you, he was close too. Your hand slid down your torso and your fingers began circling your clit, speeding up your motions as you felt the heat in your stomach began to grow and grow. 

With each circle you squeezed around Dieter, earning a moan each time. Your fingers pressed on a particularly sensitive bit and you moaned, sending your legs shaking. Dieter couldn’t hold on much longer. With a few more thrusts from Din, Dieter leaned his head back and came hard inside you. You could feel each bit of cum drenching your walls. 

You played with your clit as fast as you could, using your entire hand to gain the pleasure you need. Soon you joined Dieter in the realm of orgasm and came with the tensing of your legs. As you came down from your high, a series of grunts filled the room as Din filled Dieter with his own high. 

All three of you were left panting against the bed. Din was the first to pull out, and with a tilt of your head you could see the cum cascading down Dieter’s leg. Din gave Dieter’s ass a few taps before slowly getting off the bed to grab a towel from the bathroom. 

Almost reluctantly Dieter pulled out of you, his gaze drifting down to see his own seed dripping from you. “Fuck that’s such a pretty sight, doll.” Dieter moaned as he leaned down. You followed his gaze with curiosity. Dieter glanced up. “What? Think I would miss an opportunity to taste the both of us? Not a chance.” With a quick swipe of his tongue, he gathered you and his own arousal on his tongue savoring the saltiness. You gasped at the overstimulation and latched onto his curls for grounding. This only spurred him on, and soon he was devouring like he hadn’t eaten in days. Another orgasm ripped through you, surprising you with how quickly he made you cum. That made Dieter’s ego skyrocket, and he chuckled as he detached himself from you. 

“S-Shit…how?” You asked, panting, mind fuzzy from the pleasure. 

“I can’t give away all of my secrets,” Dieter winked before he settled beside you. His arms pulled you in for cuddles which you gladly appreciated. The warmth from his chest filled you with ease as you wound down from the activities. 

Din reappeared with the washcloth, and with effortless gentleness he cleaned the both of you. He tossed the material aside, dealing with it at a later time, before settling on the other side of you. You practically purred at the feeling of the two men sandwhiching you. 

Everything was quiet as you laid there. Din gently drew imaginary shapes on your skin, and Dieter twirled your hair in his fingers. “C-Can we do this again?” You asked hesitantly not wanting to break the magic of tonight. 

Dieter chuckled against your hair. “I was hoping you would ask that.” You smiled in return happy that your crappy night had turned into something you had a feeling would last a long time.

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[thecousinsdangereux]

i just recently discovered your soulmate au and i loves it so much. so incredibly intriguing and well written and damn is it hot 🔥 thanks so much for sharing with us. in your mind, does it have a happy ending for them?

also wanted to ask if you'll be checking in to see the big warrior nun announcement coming tomorrow?

Ahhhh thank you! This ask is kind of tragic now given how everything with Warrior Nun ended up going, but I thought I'd use it as a way to share my ideas for the rest of a beggar in the morning, if anyone is interested in learning how it was going to go. Long story short, it was going to have a happy ending. :)

Here's a full outline for what I had in mind for the second half of the fic. Under the cut because it's very detailed in the parts that I'd started writing. Also in case anyone cares about spoilers? At the moment, I don't plan on finishing this fic, but I do plan on returning to writing in general, so guess there's a non-zero chance that I could come back to it. Stranger things have happened.

Beatrice keeps looking for the recipient of the Letter she's been trying to deliver and starts taking trips out into the countryside. She takes Ava's advice and takes to enjoying the journey - stopping into small cafes for lunch rather than eating in the car, taking the long way when it means she can enjoy a new view, etc.

During one of these side quests, she's told about a man who lives way off in the middle of nowhere who has the last name of Reis (the last name of the Letter recipient: Lara Reis), and she tracks him down. He had a sister who had a child with someone who was not her Match. I wanted to go more into what this looks like (and how the church is still anti-abortion in this world, because they think this could potentially ruin a future match, cue eye-roll) but in this case, the woman was basically run out of town. The man directs Beatrice to an orphanage where the child was raised.

This trail eventually goes cold because the orphanage has no records of the girl. They only know she left when she became of age.

The end of chapter six is basically Beatrice being frustrated and taking some 'advice' from Lilith to find someone to fuck hfkjshlk so she goes to the bar and ohhh nooo Ava is working that night, filling in for someone. Ava gets jealous, Bea does some shots, and it's basically a rehash of the lemon drop scene from the show, but hornier. Eventually, they make out, and decide to be friends with benefits.

Chapter 7 was honestly just going to be porn. lol. It's actually some of the first stuff I wrote for this fic - just a page of porn. Beggar came out of a Secret Santa fic exchange, and my friend Alex asked for lots of sex and a soulmate au. So... Chapter 7 was the payoff (part 2). Here's a few disjointed scenes, in case anyone is interested in reading some unedited very E-rated stuff.

A few months go by and all the nuns visit Beatrice for her bday and they're like huh so what's going on here and Beatrice has to pretend that it's not that serious with Ava (lol). I also wanted to do a conversation between Shannon and Beatrice where Shannon talks about the whole Mary thing and loving someone against the will of god (or at the very least, in the very gray areas).

The end of chapter seven is Ava finally talking about her past, which is that Ava doesn't remember hers. She woke up in a hospital without her memories and then spent the next decade traveling around trying to find something that felt like home.

In chapter 8, a lot of time passes, and the fucking continues. Beatrice is kind of losing it, poor girl.

I hadn't exactly decided what was going to happen next, but Ava was going to overstep in some way (or in some perceived way) and Beatrice was going to panic. Either Beatrice was going to have a brief thought about being in love, they were going to have reallyyyy soft sex, or something like that, but either way, Beatrice was going to have to admit she has deeper feelings for Ava than what's allowed allowed, so she goes back to Spain and ignores Ava's texts/calls/etc.

Eventually she realizes she owes Ava closure. She comes back and kind of explains why she's reacted the way she has. She gets more into why she joined the church and it's not for God or the Church itself, but because she does genuinely believe that love itself is holy. She admits she's falling in love with Ava, but she can't break her vows. She believes giving into her feelings would be putting herself above the whole history of love... the sanctity of the entire universe... and to be that selfish would be monstrous.

There's a callback to their early game of three questions, and how Ava still owes Beatrice one answer. Beatrice nearly asks if Ava loves her, but pulls back because she's scared of the answer. They basically break up, but Ava tells Bea to let her know when she's ready to ask her last question.

Beatrice takes it HARD. She buries herself in her work and starts visiting hospitals in various towns. She finds a Spanish doctor and he recognizes the number (or rather, the system behind the number) that is on Letter Beatrice is still trying to deliver. He tells Beatrice she's not looking for a hospital in Portugal, but rather in Spain - one in a small town in Andalusia. He mentions a patient who was in a coma, who woke up without her memories.

At this point, Beatrice obviously knows and she flies to Spain in daze. She visits the hospital, gives them the number, and asks for the name of the patient. When they'd brought the girl in, no one knew where she came from, she didn't have an ID, memories, etc. Nothing except for an old receipt from a restaurant in Portugal. ("Beatrice braces herself for what she already knows, but doesn't want to face.") The nurse at the hospital tells her they used a generic Portuguese name for the girl and it stuck: Ava Silva.

Beatrice visits Cat's Cradle because what else is she supposed to do? How is she supposed to deliver this Letter to Ava, who she's obviously in love with. She talks with Mary and we get the other side of the whole Mary/Shannon thing, and Mary is kind of like, okay, the Letters matter but they don't Matter. Beatrice asks Mary what she would do if she got a Letter (since Mary isn't a nun and could get one, but Shannon never could) and Mary basically says she would throw it away without opening it because she wouldn't want to give Shannon a reason to go self-sacrificial.

Of course, Beatrice doesn't really think this is her call to make. She's going to deliver Ava's Letter. There's this whole scene of her very dramatically and angstily getting ready for the delivery in the Official White Habit, then walking through the town she's come to associate so completely with Ava. And chapter 9 ends.

When Beatrice walks through the doors of the bar, Ava looks up, but doesn't seem surprised, even says 'oh, finally', which is pretty much the last thing that Beatrice expected, but then again, maybe it should have been the first, because Ava is always surprising her, and shouldn't she expect it by now? She asks Ava if she'd known that she was the person Beatrice had been trying to deliver to all along and Ava looks confused at this, like she hadn't considered that at all. "It's not that. I just knew my Letter would be coming because I'd already met you."

Beatrice is like, no no no. That's not how this works. It can't be me. I've been carrying this Letter with me this whole time - before I met you - and the Letters are only sent to a person when they've met their soulmate. And obviously, Beatrice is a nun and can't have a soulmate, etc. etc.

And then Ava says something like this: “Maybe every once in a while, God -- or the universe or whatever it is -- knows that it’ll be really hard to make two people meet organically, so it fudges the rules a little bit. Makes one girl a nun, makes another one hard to find, and sets up the dominos really early on."

And when Beatrice says she's being ridiculous/it's impossible, she says, "I know what’s in that letter. It’s you. I don’t need to open it to know it's you." and "Maybe it’s like some people say and god arranged it all. Fine. Then god chose me for you. Simple. He made me in this exact way, down to my hands and toes and whatever, so that I was perfect for his favorite creation in all of the universe. Because that has to be you."

And: "Or maybe it’s like what those other people say. You know - the past lives reincarnation stuff. Fine, then in our first lives we fell in love and then I found you in the second and third and the five hundredth. I found you and I picked you and I wanted you every time. Or okay, fine, maybe it’s what the the pseudo science people say. Even if those guys are right, I still know. It’s you because at the very start of the universe - at the very beginning of everything - we were the first two bits of something. The first two tiny little sparks. One of those was you and one of them was me. And even when we split off into a million trillion billion infinite pieces, the core of one was you. And the other one was me."

And: "In every religion or in any theory, the world exists so that I can find you again, and the world will do whatever it takes - bend the rules in whatever way - to make sure that at the exact right time, we would meet. And maybe it wasn’t perfect - maybe it was stupid hard for us to get to this point - maybe there was an easier way to make it happen - but I don’t care. Because it worked and I found you and I fell in love with you and I would do anything for that. So yeah. This Letter is telling me that I’m for you. That’s easy. It’s not faith. It’s just a fact.

And: "Besides, whatever’s on that paper? It’s going to be you. If it’s a picture of a butterfly, then it’s going to be you because of that time we went to the dam and one landed on your hand and you said “isn’t the world beautiful?” and that’s when I knew I loved you for the very first time. If it’s the notes to the first bar in At Last, then it’s you, because we used to play it all the time in the bar and I always thought it was fucking stupid to think you'd know like that right away, before everything, but it was the song that played in my head anyways when you walked in the bar that first night. There she is, I sort of thought, a dream that I can speak to."

"It could be any single word or phrase or letter and it would be you, because I love you and I love you so much I see you in every part of this entire world. I love you and I want to keep you with me always, and so you’re always there in my thoughts, slipping over and into everything else and I love it. It makes me love everything I see a little bit more, because it reminds me of you. It makes the world more beautiful."

"So, no offense, but I don't really give a fuck about the Letter. I already know it's going to be you. But I think you need to see it. So you know you’re not as selfish as you think you are."

And Beatrice admits that she wants to be with Ava anyways. Even if it makes her selfish. (Even if it makes her heretical.) Love is holy and what she feels for Ava is holy too, even if it's a sort of holy no one else will ever understand.

I went back and forth about whether they actually SHOULD open the Letter. lol. But I think I eventually settled on that they should, and that when Ava does open it, it's a blank page with like, 7 little dots and Beatrice is like??????????????? But Ava recognizes it instantly and it's the freckles on Beatrice's cheeks, the ones she's always tracing, and she does that again, following the ink on the paper.

Beatrice had been ready to give up her religion for Ava, so getting to keep it, maybe, suddenly is a LOT. She can't quite believe something divine would do something like this for her. But maybe she can believe that something divine would do something like this for Ava.

Later, I wanted Beatrice to have a conversation with Mother Superion. I thought it would be interesting to get into the philosophical bits of it. To debate if Ava could actually be right in her ideas about how this could be, and still fit into what they know about god/Letters/religion. I liked the idea of the conversation ending with neither of them really knowing, and Mother S being like, look girl, you'll never know for sure, but that sounds like faith to me. And Beatrice says no, no this is different, capital F Faith is for the divine. This is just trusting that Ava isn't lying about the freckles thing, or won't get tired of me, or won't find someone else. Etc etc etc. because it's panicking time for Beatrice, suddenly. And Mother Superion just raps her knuckles sort of in the most gentle way she can manage and says "That's love, Beatrice." in the way way someone might say "That's pussy, babe."

Beatrice does leave the church (though she eventually goes back to 'consulting' kind of like Mary). And when she does actually physically leave as well, Ava is waiting outside on a bench. Beatrice asks why she didn't just come inside, and she says something about being a little afraid of churches these days. She did steal god's favorite, after all.

And then they walk off into the sunset, with Beatrice being like wait a second, I thought you said this was all God's plan. And Ava shrugs and says that she would never willingly give Beatrice up, so god might come to her senses and change her mind.

I was going to end it there, but I did consider doing an epilogue as well. Early on in planning I had this idea where, years later, all the nuns regularly come over to the Silvas (because Ava does keep her 'second' name, though she does start to learn more about the Reis family, and meets her Uncle - the dude Beatrice learned about the orphanage from). And on one of these occasions, the nuns are all in white, and they're delivering Beatrice's Letter, which is addressed to Beatrice Silva. In the end, I decided against this, because I liked leaving it more open-ended, but nothing had been set in stone at this point, of course.

So yeah, that was going to be a beggar in the morning. lol. I plotted most of it out before I even started writing, because it wasn't the sort of story you could make up as you went and still tell it well. And I did want to tell the story well! There's a part of me that's sad that I wasn't able to, but I do think it was worth writing what I did. I really loved seeing people realize that Lara was Ava, even as early as chapter 5! And I also loved people coming up with theories about how Avatrice would be endgame. Some of them were honestly really good and maybe better than mine fhdskjhfd I had one person be like PLEASE let Ava's Letter be for someone else so they can metaphorically spit in god's face and honestly that was valid.

I don't know if anyone is going to bother to read this very, very long reply to an ask that doesn't actually ask for any of this, but it honestly just feels nice to put all these ideas together and 'complete' the story. Even if I've done it in the most half-assed way possible I am so sorry fhadskjlfhldsj

[itwasntimethatdidit40]

@gothcsz was kind enough to tag me in this cute tag game and btw, run to see her fav things made by her and support her and her work, she’s such a brilliant writer! ♥️

And thanks to @arcanefox207 for tagging me as well! Check out her fics and gifs, I promise they’re so fucking good 🙌🏻♥️

Complimenting myself is the hardest thing I can do, I don't even know where to start. I don't think there's anyone more vehement than me in telling me how much I suck. Well, maybe my mom wins, but that's another story.

However, I will try to fight this state of mind. There are things that I have enjoyed writing and some mood board I love, I won't even venture to say they are good but there you go:

Fics:

• Perfect - because I wrote it at two in the morning crying, after listening to Omar Apollo's “Pedro” and “Glow”, it was one of the first things I posted here and apparently someone liked it thankfully. And it features a Curvy!reader which is very important to me.

• Shirt On - You know I have a soft spot for Sub!Joel and I'm glad I was able to even publish something like this.

• The right ones - I really liked writing this one. because it was my first attempt to write something with as neutral a reader as possible so that all menstruating people can identify.

• It feels like hope - With this one I had an incredible struggle because it never seemed good enough, it took me like 3 months to come down to terms with myself. Again, I'm my own biggest enemy.

• Slow - It came out in a frenzy and I love it.

• We all need someone - brought me a couple of recs that I still reread when I feel an unworthy crap typing things on a keyboard. Thank you very much to those who loved it.

• You know what I love? - I wrote it after getting very little sleep at night, it is probably far too cheesy but that is okay.

• Please - I'm very glad that I wrote this in a different way than I usually do, and I'm glad that I wrote something else that a lot of people can identify with.

•. You look like a fun place to sit, Give me more and Sensitive - Unexpectedly I'm very glad I wrote Frankie, it wasn't in my 2024 bingo card that he would become my most popular character but thank you really, I'm happy you liked him.

• Don't say a word if this word is not "please" - I wrote this one long before Gladiator 2 came out and I don't think it resembles anything that was written at the time. I'm glad I tried to do something different even though no one read it lol

• A Quiet Neighborhood - I'm glad I even had the guts to start a series, by the way, sorry I'm incredibly late in updating it but I'm trying to finish my fic for the Secret Santa and I've had a lot of work and very little time to write. I hope to have more time and focus from Thursday onward when I will at least have completed the deadlines for my second job. Thank for your patience and thanks for being so enthusiastic and supportive about it.

Mood boards:

I’m the absolute worst when it comes to Canva but I’m so proud I tried to make something and I have fun doing it.

• Be still, my foolish heart - this was my first mood board ever and I know it’s pretty lame but I love it 🥲

• Shirt On - I don’t know why but I love this mood board LOL

• It feels like hope - again, pretty bad but I love the dark vibe in it and I love that Joel pic so much

• Something Rotten - I think it was pretty on point with the fic lol I like it

• Waffles for breakfast- I don’t know, it looks cozy like the fic itself

• A good grade - I loved making this mood board and it looks pretty decent

• A quiet neighborhood - I don’t know, I think it encapsulates pretty well what I have in mind

• Forget the horror here - I just love it lol

Tag game:

I loved the Front Covers tag game and I loved how they turned out.

Special mention to this one that I made with an edit by @aurorawritestoescape I’m still so honored that you sent this to me thinking of my fic 🥰

Thank you to every single person who has supported me, reblogged and commented on the things I write, we know it's critical to getting views in this chaos that is Tumblr, if anyone reads me I owe it only to you, especially those who reblogged me from the beginning, you know who you are and I love you so much.

Again, I know I'm still a small account even though I have a lot more followers than I think I deserve and there’s so many people a lot more talented than me in this place but thank you for trying to convince me otherwise and for keeping me going, maybe one day I'll believe it too. You’re really truly fucking special and I hope you know ♥️

NPT: @milla-frenchy @aurorawritestoescape @baronessvonglitter @almostempty @cas-readsandwrites @probablyreadinsmut @thundermartini @joelmillerisapunk @mountainsandmayhem @penascigarette @evolnoomym @syd-djarin and whoever wants to do this consider yourself being tagged by me.

(Sorry if you’ve been tagged already, I’m the usual mess 😅)

[enoughslices]

Do you subscribe to the notion that Scully had a punk phase? If so, when? If not, what style do you think she would like or may have taken up? I could ask the same for Mulder— do you have any preconceived notions of his stylistic choices that we may not have been shown in the show?

- Your Secret Santa!

Hi Secret Santa! I hope you are ready for a TED talk on the one million ways I can imagine Scully's fashion life 😂 First of all, I'm not generally a person with any one strong head canon about most things, so I enjoy it a lot of different ways in fics and art! I can promise you that if you go for whatever style choice feels right to you, I'm going to absolutely love it!! With that being said, I can definitely imagine Scully having had a punk phase, maybe in high school but especially in college. And I think the punk Scully fics and art are always super cute and fun! I could see her being someone whose "teenage rebellion" comes a little late, because canonically she's such a high achiever but also doesn't shy away from making choices her family doesn't understand or support. Like maybe as a teen military brat she just kind of didn't rock the boat but once she's off at college she does all of the style/identity experimentation she didn't do at home yet. In canon she's generally pretty straight-laced in terms of her style, but we do see some examples of her in earlier seasons in like... more fun, put-together casual or casual dressy clothes. So I could also imagine her being one of those people who seem kind of normcore at first glance but as you get to know them, you discover that they're super weird (compliment), actually, it's just lightly disguised by a messy bun, a stanley, and a girlypop fleece (recent era lol, so translated to 80s or 90s just like slightly preppy conservative-casual basics? Not cutting edge or super-duper trendy but also well within the general swath of what was common/popular at the time). I feel like the moire taffeta prom dress is an example of this lolll but 1) that was high school and 2) I'm always in full support of ignoring canon and just vibing however we want to! I do think that the workplace (if it's Quantico or Hoover) isn't really a place she shows her freak (in terms of fashion at least lol) and honestly I think the combo of early 90s + Scully intentionally trying to seem older and more professional at her job can justify a lot of her early season work fashions. Re: Mulder, my hottest take/unpopular opinion is that Mulder's canonical ties aren't actually terrible lmao! For the most part, they're pretty good quality ties that a slightly fashionable guy in the early 90s would have grabbed at a Nordstrom (department store) or whatever and felt pleased with his choices 😂 I see him in general as someone who is a little vain about his appearance; he does take some care with his clothes (I accept the Armani suits they put DD in as fact ahaha), and I do think he kind of wants to be/feel a little bit cool (poor boy lol). Whatever he's wearing when he's younger, I think it probably betrays some striving. Like, he's Trying™️. I also get a lot of joy out of imagining him as an absurd graphic tee guy (esp in AUs but sometimes in other contexts too, goofy cryptid t-shirts, et cetera). He definitely owns some novelty boxers lol. I also think he's the kind of guy who just seems a little cleancut no matter how edgy he tries to be. I headcanon him coming from money based on canon clues (the Martha's Vineyard and multiple properties of it all), but I could imagine him feeling self-conscious about that/trying to distance himself from it a bit when he's younger. Depends on the era/setting I guess, but it's fun to imagine younger him with :spins wheel: floppy hair and a ratty sweater but still just emanating Sad New England Wealthy Puppy Dog Boy against all of his better efforts 😂😂😂 Oh my gosh, I'm sorry for writing you an entire essay! You're the best, Secret Santa! Please do whatever you feel inspired to do and know that I will love it all!! <3 <3 <3

[arkhammaid]

How is your writer's block, I hope writing is easier now. Just wanted to say I was rereading a few of your works and have to say to say I love how different fem Charles and fem Oscar are from one another but both personalities make so much sense.

This is how I see them

Fem Oscar is reserved, single-minded, polite, silently ruthless. She could care less about what people think of her as all she thinks about is having the number 1.

Fem Charles in that comparison is much more calculated (not that Oscar can't be, it's just she does not have time for it in midst of crushing or dreaming about crushing the dreams of men), she uses people's love for her as another weapon, she is a planner (just like ferrari she probably has plan a to z).

Also although you haven't written fem Max I see her as someone who still has the FAFO attitude. She doesn't mind getting into fights (Also I have this headcanon that fem Max is very tall for a girl, probably like 5'9- 5'10, she absolutely towers over the men on the grid and she specifically wear heels to be even more taller because it leaves the men even more disgruntled, she loves it). she is unapologetic, probably claps back viciously at the journalist, giving the pr team headaches. In a way she is a product of the situations she faced (I sort of imagine that the 2016 grid who was not welcoming of the 17 years old Max is probably even more hostile to fem Max, also the media does not like her because she is not the woman in motorsports they wanted (someone less vicious, who pushes the boundaries only to certain extent, good but not that good).

And this ended up being an essay on fem Max lol, I guess I got all my jumbled thoughts out, although I don't know what point I was trying to make. Uhh sorry about this word vomit, now I am going to word vomit on my college assignment on Aristotle.

-😴 anon

my writer's block is... going. i started a new draft which will be the fic for a secret santa (and oh boy, both me and @starlightvelaris have signed up for that one so obviously we can't talk about it and it's fucking torture....) but i wasn't able to add anything to my previous drafts so honestly, i don't know :/

and to the other part,,, thank you sm for yapping, i will yap right back at you hehe

fem!oscar is just what you say. obsessed with winning, with being number one, not because it's winning but because it means that she is the best. she knows she's good, she knows she's one of the best, and no one can stop her from it.

fem!charles is a pr weapon. charles is already one, he knows how to play the game, how to charm people on and off camera, and as a woman that's even more important. charlie has spent her whole life building her image, hiding her ruthless side on track with a pretty smile and fooling people around her. it's her strategy, and it works, because she not only had a disadvantage when she was younger regarding money (which she was able to balance out thanks to connections) but also due to her gender.

and fem!max is just ruthless, brutally honest and doesn't hide it. she doesn't care that people hate her because their opinions don't influence her results, she has been raised as a winner and she is one. her father didn't want another daughter, he wanted a vicious racer and he raised one.

obviously, when she just joined the grid, they were really excluding her, thinking that 1. she won't stay long and is just a charity case and 2. is a woman. and sure, most drivers might now advocate for women in motorsport but max doesn't really play into the traditional image of a 'woman' so there would be at least one driver publicly shooting against her. not that she cares lmao

and the first years are definitely rough for rb pr, because max doesn't want to change and they can't force her to. when it becomes clear that she is here to stay, the hate just gets worse, actual reporters even going so far and asking insulting questions they would never dare to ask other (male) drivers. but, surprise surprise, the pandemic and the netflix documentation save her (and rb pr)

because in the end, fem!max is the definition of a gen z. zero fucks given, absolutely unapologetic and unafraid to call out bullshit. netflix tries to portray her as a villain but there are clips of max just fooling around and saying shit like "professional red bull driver? more like professional red bull drinker", showing that she has humor behind all that bite.

but still, actual media still tries to drag her through the mud, because they've been doing this for years now, but the internet? the internet loves her.

this is why i also believe that 2021 much more people would be on max's side, simply because her fanbase is much bigger and it would be generally a bigger thing. first female world champion and a world champion that just prevented from lewis hamilton to take the 8th one. dare i say iconic

[so-why-let-your-voice-be-tamed]

2023 writing self evaluation

I was tagged by the lovely @neondiamond, thank you!! I was also almost tagged by @lululawrence who texted me but I was already asleep lol.

1. List of works published this year:

In order of posting, these are the 17 fics I published:

April: saw some things on the other side [61K, Larry, written for @onedirectionbigbang]

May: (now I realize that the world outside) it's bigger than me [3,5K, written for @faithinthefutureficfest]

let's get naked and explore (our inner secrets) [8K, Zouis, written for @wankersday]

June: the missing piece that makes me fit [17K, Zouiam, written for @zouisfics]

we will get another day (to begin again) [1,8K, Ziam]

July: rain makes the flowers grow [1,1K, Larry, ficlet friday]

a life that's lived without you [1,1K, Ziam, ficlet friday]

August: and there's no one to blame [1,8K, Larry, ficlet friday]

You don't have to say "I love you", to say I love you [1,5K, ficlet friday]

I'm falling again [2,2K, Larry, ficlet friday]

like a moth into a flame [5,4K, Zouis, written for @wordplayfics]

September: I'll Run (Run to You) [1,1K, Larry, written for @wordplayfics]

like a bridge over troubled water (I will lay me down) [6,4K, written for @wordplayfics]

(don't you ever) hope for something else [5,4K, Ziam, written for @wordplayfics)

you try to stop it tumbling (but on and on it goes) [2,7K, Lirry, written for @wordplayfics]

October: when love gets involved [666, Larry, written for @1dtrickortreatfest]

find a way (to send me a sign) [666, Larry, written for @1dtrickortreatfest]

December: Santa Baby (one little thing I really need) [3K, Larry, written for @parmahamlarrie for the @1dcreatorclubhouse holiday exchange]

In total, including works that I haven't published yet, I've written 129.843 words in 2023.

2. Work you are most proud of (and why):

I always really struggle with my Big Bang, and this year was no different. There was a lot of math involved, and a lot of schedules to make sure that the time travel all worked and the dates were accurate. I am really proud of how it turned out though, and the art (by the wonderful @monpetithl) is absolutely stunning.

3. Work you are least proud of (and why):

I suppose by default I'm 'least proud' of some fics, since I'm more proud of others, but in general, I'm very proud of everything I published this year.

4. A favorite excerpt of your writing:

This is from (now I realize that the world outside) it's bigger than me

His throat feels dry and his face looks flushed, and there’s a moment where he contemplates dunking his head under the tap, but he doesn’t want to keep the fans waiting, even if he knows that his band is excellent at keeping the crowd entertained.

Or at least, they usually are. But right now, heading through the hallway back to the stage, all he can hear is silence.

Louis feels his heartbeat kick up a notch, and even though he knows that it’s ridiculous and highly implausible, there’s a brief moment where he wonders if everyone has just up and left. Maybe they’ve had enough. Maybe they only came here to see if he was willing to confirm the rumours, and now that he hasn’t, they’re leaving.

His palms are sweating, making him wipe them on his jeans, and it’s only when the band starts playing the intro to Bigger Than Me that they had come up with for the tour that Louis has the courage to step back onto the stage.

He has just opened his mouth for the first line – when somebody told me I would change – when it sinks in what he’s looking at.

Where the crowd is usually colourful, little rainbow flags showing up throughout the songs, or being held up en masse during a fan project for Only the Brave, it’s almost muted now, blacks and whites and greys.

And purple.

It is a sea of flags. A sea of ace flags.

Louis is vaguely aware that the band has started the intro for the third time. He can hear the cheers, the chants, can see the banners that are being held up by people on the balcony. We love you Louis, they read. We need you and you’ve got us.

His blood is rushing through his ears and he’s pretty sure he’s about two seconds from crying, and there is no way in hell that he’s going to be able to sing this song right now. It’s not even because it’s one of the harder songs in his set and he can feel his throat closing up. But he feels like he needs to acknowledge this. Because while he might not acknowledge it in the press, might play coy, these are his fans. These are the people that get him. The people that understand and support and love him, and they’re right. He’s got them. No matter what else, he’s got these people in his corner.

5. Share or describe a favorite review you received:

So my favourite review wasn't actually written. It was a friend of mine, at the concert in Paris, locking eyes with me during Bigger Than Me, and the two of us sharing a moment because we knew.

6. A time when writing was really, really hard:

Honestly, a lot of the year. I've written on something every month, but I've had months where I barely made 5K, if that. I've also had periods where my health was just utterly shit, and periods where I was too busy (like in November, which I mostly spent hanging out with the amazing @chaotic-bells)

7. A scene or character you wrote that surprised you:

Well, it is written but not published, but something happened in my Big Bang for 2024 where I was like "really?? this is what you're going with??" and I guess you'll have to find that moment in my fic when it posts.

8. How did you grow as a writer this year:

I'm honestly not sure I did, though I feel like I wrote a lot more short fics this year, so I suppose in that regard I grew by being able to write shorter things.

9. How do you hope to grow next year:

I mostly just hope to continue being able to write, continue loving writing, because for a while this year I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue being a writer in this fandom. But I got lovingly told that there was no way I wasn't doing the Big Bang next year, and then I got matched up with an amazing artist (hiii @whatagreatproblemtohave!) so that definitely helped in getting my mojo back.

10. Who was your greatest positive influence this year as a writer (could be another writer or beta or cheerleader or muse etc etc):

I had wonderful guidance in the form of @londonfoginacup who told me a) you are not dropping out of the big bang and b) how about you rewrite the fic in Zayn's perspective, which has helped A LOT. I've also had an absolutely wonderful friend in @beardyboyzx who has read through a lot of my fics, has offered advice, a sounding board, and anything I could ask for. My beta, as always, is the wonderful @foullovehideout who is just the best person I could ask for. I had such a wonderful time seeing them again this year too.

And then there's the people that I've written with! Most notably, @jacaranda-bloom who is my standard writing buddy, though we've not been able to write together as often as last year, she's still helped me stay committed to my writing and I wouldn't have been able to publish as many fics if it weren't for our sprints.

Lastly, there's the beautiful people from the @1dcreatorclubhouse who have been just wonderful and a great source of joy and comfort.

11. Anything from your real life show up in your writing this year:

Honestly it always does. Mostly this year in the aro/ace characters, because they are me and I am them.

12. Any new wisdom you can share with other writers:

I don't think it's new, really, but a) write what you want to write and b) don't forget that writing is a muscle, it needs to be trained just like anything else. You can't expect the same ease that you felt while writing daily when you end up not having been able to write for a while. Give yourself grace, and above all, believe in yourself and the stories you want to tell. They'll be loved by so many people!

13. Any projects you’re looking forward to starting (or finishing) in the new year:

Definitely my Big Bang for 2024. It's a struggle and really outside of my wheelhouse, but I'm excited to see where it ends up going. I am also super intrigued by the possible 1daroacefest that @red-pandaaa was running a poll for (you can vote here) so depending on when it runs I definitely want to participate. And I'm thinking I might dabble in some F1 fic next year!

14. Tag three writers whose answers you’d like to read. ;)

I am going to tag the wonderful @beardyboyzx because I need to read their answers. And I am tagging @voulezloux and @reminiscingintherain too!

[pidayforpi]

(Okay.

So, if anyone remembers: In last July (which was already nearly 9 months ago omg), there was a "Donro Week 2023" event here. From 23 July to 29 July.

For once, I had...actually planned to participate in it (which would have been the second time I participate in a community event, after a (small) Discord secret santa in 2021).

Of course via writing, because you won't want to see me draw.

The format of the (story) writings would have been like this:

If anyone still remembers, there were "question prompts" for each day of the Donro Week (in addition to the "one-word" prompts, like "Lazy Days" for Day 1, or "AU" for Day 6).

The question prompts were something like:

[Day 1: "How do you think Donald and Gyro first met and become friends, then eventual partners?"

Day 2: "What qualities do Donald and Gyro get annoyed by or not like in each other?"

Day 5: "How do you think the extended Gearloose and Duck family would react to their relationship?"]

etc.

What I had planned to do, was writing out a set of Dewey Dew-Night interview scenarios, in which Dewey asks Paperino and Archimedes the corresponding question for that day.

[NB: Not Donald and Gyro, at least not the DT17 versions. You will see why below.]

The format would have actually been like the "Chicken Soup" thing I had written all the way in 2020. Free form, equally cringe.

Uh...that didn't happen. Obviously. And for some unknown reasons, because I was somewhat motivated and inspired during that time much better than now at least. So...sorry.

But what I did write, however, was the "intro" to this set of "interview stories"...which is the entire purpose I am saying all this context all of a sudden. It has been a while, and way too long since I last produced and published...something.

It is a very short story - not even a complete one - but it is one of the last things I did before I kind of...stopped. Everything.

I also wrote this on a train, too.)

[A very late tag, but I hope it is the thought that counts. Thank you for organising this wonderful event. Just watching/reading through others' works was already super awesome.]

@donro-week

Donro Week 2023 [July 23th ~ July 29th]

(Just a small note: Sentences/Words in italic mean they are not supposed to be caught on camera, but are caught on camera accidentally regardless.)

Dewey: (Dewey Dew-Night Intro!)

Dewey: "And joining us tonight are two birds of a feather you know very well, yet ALSO know NOTHING about! *Gasp!* How is that possible?! Go on, ask! How is that possible?!"

"......"

Huey: "What?"

Dewey: "Dude, you are supposed to ask out loud. We've talked about this."

Louie: "You...you were serious..."

Dewey: "When was I not serious? Actually, don't answer that. Just cooperate. Ask that aloud, c'mon."

Huey & Louie: "*Sigh* Oh my god, how is that possible?!"

Dewey: "Well, I dunno!"

*LOL!*

*Facepalm*

Dewey: "But we are about to find out! 'Cause joinin' us tonight is the greatest uncle of the universes...Donald Duck!"

Donald (Paperino): "Hi!...wait where even is the camera? That rectangular gadget on the stack of books?"

Dewey: "As well as the brightest mind in all Duckburgs, across space and time...Gyro Gearloose!"

Gyro (Archimedes): "H-hello...! Nice to meet you, people of the...uh...interweb? Internetwork? What was that again, modern Dewey?"

Dewey: "*chuckle* Well, pardon the old timers, you can say they might as well have come from the 20th century!"

*Laughter!*

Dewey: "And if you have guessed so, you are absolutely CORRECT! No prize though, sorry. Don't think they are only cosplaying..."

Paperino: "Cospl...what?"

Archimedes: "Just go along with it, honey..."

Dewey: "'Cause who you are seeing are literal time travellers! *Gasp!*"

Archimedes: "Well, technically, we are dimension trav-"

Dewey: "Thanks to this world's Gyro's now upgraded Time n' Space Tub™️..."

Huey: "Which he forbids you from entering a 20-metre radius around?"

Dewey: "...which I definitely have permission to enter a 20-metre radius around! Now! I bring you, Paperino and Archimedes Pitagorico! Donald Duck and Gyro Gearloose from another universe!"

*Fanfare! Applause!*

Dewey: "Stay tuned after the intermission for the exciting interview that ensues!"

Louie: "Wait, you literally haven't done anything yet-"

Dewey: "This is Dewford Dingus Duck, your beloved handsome host from Dewey Dew-Night! Don't forget to like n' subscribe! See ya!"

Louie: "Dude, you literally haven't done ANYTHING yet!"

Paperino: "Subscribe? Is this a newspaper or a magazine?"

Archimedes: "Wait, is this an interroga-"

*Recording cuts*

(11-7-2023)

[holyluminarychaos]

I'm bored but I just wanted to say hi and share a few g/t scenarios I had:

- a blade runner esque story in which the person is stalked by a giant hologram

- a dating service for sizeshifters but one of the dates goes wrong and an employee is deployed to help. At first they butt heads and mostly bicker, but then they fall in love ( or at least become good friends)

- a janitor working at a museum finds out that a famous statue they talk to is alive and wants to explore the world. It goes as well as expected

-One night, a princess or prince is hanging out in her tower and wishing for someone to at least show up and 'rescue them' . They get their answer is the form of one ginormous savior

- two tinies meet in an art class and like to use each other as muses and drink wine out of a straw.

- a person has always been told that her Christmas wish of a giant is not only weird but frightening. But they write it to Santa anyways...surprisingly Santa Answered with not one but two.

- a sizeshifting villian has always been shipped with the sizeshifting hero, with them showing up together and being the media's darlings. The truth though is that the villian has always had a crush on a reporter and the hero has malicious plans for if the villian ever acted out.

- a tiny musician has been successful for years upon years, battling deep depression and the pressure of fame. They decide to get a therapist who happen to be larger and it shows their dynamic and how the two bond.

- in Las Vegas, they say that there's a certain project going on in area 51. Known only as project del rey, a representative of the government is allowed access into this top secret program and the opportunity to interview the most successful patient of del rey

- it's the 50s and the rise of organized crime. Tax evasion was being committed, people were killed, and a young woman is getting ready to commit to the man she believed was a banker. Only he wasn't a banker and wasn't certainly normal...so what happens when the cat slips out of the bag?

( or maybe it's like those Sci fi movies idk)

- what happens when you take a rag tag group of pirates, a giant humanoid kraken, and the possibility of treasure? A whole lot of things.

- one night or afternoon, a person decides to take a picture of one of those billboards of hot models near expensive brands. Little did they know, one really wanted to stand out.

- a documentarian decides to explore a certain place where giants are said to roam, believing it to be nothing more than a myth made by the locals. They soon discover that is completely wrong as they watch a certain giant and the things they do in this place.

- two giants actors cause a scene in the middle of a street and either an assistant or a random person has to play a mediator

I have so much more lol

That's my first Ask!

I'm happy and at the same time confused, because despite understanding English well, some large texts require a lot of effort on my part to understand.

Firstly, I really liked all the scenarios, but there are some that really put my brain to work!

I would really like to draw something in those scenarios, like the kraken one, or the blade runner(fuck, this one is my favorite).

But I especially like the giant actors causing a scene, I can imagine the mediator on top of a building talking with a megaphone 📣

I like this mental exercise, makes my brain feel happy!!!

[pauls1967moustache]

For the dvd commentary thing, from wouldn't it be nice? :)

Before he can think of what to say, John says, "Here you go," and drops a little looped guitar string into the palm of his hand—a makeshift ring. Paul's heart skips a beat and then runs away with all of them. He's frozen there, looking at it; feeling John's eyes burning into his skin. He wants to say something—play into the obvious joke John's making—but he feels like everything he's ever felt in his life is caught in his throat, and if he makes a single sound, it's all going to come spilling out of him. He runs his thumb over the precarious curve of it, careful so as to not send it flying loose. If he even tried to put it on it might unravel. He's obviously not going to put it on. He's— He looks at John. John's glance flinches away, something guilty on his face, and Paul feels mortified because if John's looking guilty, it means there must be something to be sorry for splayed across Paul's features. Paul opens his mouth to cover for it, or think of an excuse, or Jesus Christ, fucking anything— but it doesn't come out. He's too overwhelmed.

(tough to pick just one passage!)

For the DVD commentary game

THE GUITAR STRING RING!!!! I am a romantic at heart, first of all.

This fic was a secret santa gift for @mydaroga who I I already followed, so I sort of had an idea of what they were into and I'd seen them talking about the Lennon/McCartney credit agreement before, which is where the idea of exploring that against the backdrop of John's real legal marriage to Cyn came from.

But! Before I got to that idea I had a few other ideas I tried out that weren't working, which I ultimately ended up stripping for parts and then mushing into this one. The guitar string ring was originally from a fic that was about the Paul/Linda John/Yoko double wedding week in 1969 (I might go back to this one at some point, but I did kind of take the meat out of it by stealing the guitar string ring lol).

Anyway, Paul is not unaware of his feelings, but he is kind of ignoring how upset he is by the idea of John being real life married to someone else, when they are only abstract songwirting married. John is aware of this, but also too scared to bring it up, so they've been sort of skirting it for the whole fic, but then John sees an opportunity and takes it.

I think John does mean it as a joke, or at least more light-hearted than it ends up being, but Paul has been so bottled up, up to this point, that he simply cannot take it as a joke. And John of course notices this and feels bad, because he doesn't want to upset Paul, but he's stuck in this impossible situation where he feels like he has to marry Cyn (and it's not like he could marry Paul anyway), and so he doesn't know what more he can offer apart from a jokey gesture.

As for Paul's state of mind, he obviously wants to say yes, but the gesture just isn't that simple, and he's been trying to be okay with everything, and he still feels the need to be okay with everything even when he isn't, and he wants John to mean it so bad that he just can't react at all.

I also just love the bit of Paul tentatively touching it. I've never made a ring out of guitar string, but I imagine it wouldn't be the sturdiest thing in the world. I like the symbolism of John giving Paul this frail little token of his love and Paul being so scared of it coming loose that he can barely touch it. He doesn't even want to put it on. It's a metaphor!

And, I'm just very proud of the idea of a guitar string ring in the first place. It's so quintessentially them. Like, this happened. Paul has it in a box in his house somewhere. It's already integrated into my beliefs.

[candy-pants]

Oh no I’m so sorry!! I hesitated to say anything cuz I wasn’t sure if you were just taking your time lol. Sorry we’re down to the last day but let’s pack in a lot of questions in that case!! First off, Ashley is kinda slaying in that vid ngl. And I love learning more about latam Disney channel, thanks for sharing!! What show were they on?? And you have a point about Sabrina lol. Switching gears, ofc ik you love descendants and mal and Ben in particular, who are your favs outside of the core four and why? What are your fav ships besides bal and why? And what are your biggest hopes for rise of red? I hope you have a great holiday and enjoy your gift tomorrow!! Sorry again for the miscommunication!! -gcwca secret Santa

don't worry! i was thinking you were busy or something so i didn't say anything either sdjhdhdsj i know tumblr tends to be the worst functioning website on the planet but we're all still here so i guess that says something about us

okay this is gonna be a long one buckle up

1 - they were in a show called que talento! (yes with an exclamation point) and they were basically playing themselves if they went to high school and were still amateurs lol i really liked the theme song but only the show version bc the studio version sounds awful sorry bruno i know you produced it but it sucks

2 - out of the core four (and ben) i have to say uma is a huge fav for me, probably my 3rd favorite character of the franchise. when i heard china anne mcclain was back on disney channel to play her i was sooooo excited and i can't imagine anyone better for the role. i love that she has such a strong sense of justice and community even if her ways aren't necessarily the best. obviously i love that the franchise makes sure to let us know she and mal are two sides of the same coin and if they weren't both so proud and stubborn they'd be friends, but i like that uma isn't just a carbon copy of mal like they're very much two different characters. uma is driven by collectiveness and she cares so hard about everybody it's almost aggressive and she's such a great example of leadership on the isle (as acknowledged by both ben in d2 and mal in d3 (and as a side note i'm obsessed with mal, ben and uma's dynamic and i could ramble on about it for the next 10 years but that's not the point)) and if i don't stop now this is gonna turn into a mal vs uma analysis

3 - i really really love the idea that mal and uma are exes. like to me that's just canon and no one is gonna tell me otherwise bc it doesn't contradict anything! "and how would you know, mal? you've never had [a boyfriend]" so in my head she could have dated uma idc it was probably quick and messy bc they would have this toxic power struggle which ultimately ends in mal not letting her join the gang. i think they would absolutely kill each other as a couple now bc of how similar they are but as exes? hell yeah that's a vibe

as for present day relationships i'm a fan of harry and uma getting together at some point in the future bc lbr those two are in a weird situationship lmao i also love jay and gil!!! very unexpected but jay realizing how jaded he's become after seeing the beauty of gil experiencing things with such wonder and then deciding to do a gap year so they can travel the world together is something that can actually be so personal

ALSO i'm not usually one for crackships but harry x evie had me like 👀 in d3 bc sorry wtf is this

for the record i don't think they should realistically get together, i don't think they'd work out, but the chemistry is there and for some reason kenny chose to highlight it so idk

4 - oooo so rise of red. here's the thing. i'm fully expecting this movie to be bad sdjdshjdjhsjdh i'm mostly worried about these seemingly amateur writers they got. like. even if descendants is its own little fanfiction thing let's at least try to make things coherent inside its own universe. the fact that they all went to school together defeats the purpose of beast UNITING THE KINGDOMS but well anyway let's see what they're gonna do

i like jennifer phang as a director though! she did two eps of cloak and dagger (one of which is 2x01, one of my personal favs) and the pilot of secrets of sulphur springs, so i know she's competent. and mark hofeling is coming back which is GREAT bc changing the production designer would be a terrible move for a spin-off partly set in present day. i just wish kara saun would come back to do the costumes but oh well

i'm so excited to see your gift!!!!! i hope you have a great holiday as well!!!!!!

[inkedinshadows]

ho ho ho!! (Santa's back, baby!) I'm sorry it's been a little bit since I've reached out, friend! would have to say that I 100% agree with your take on elain as Cassandra, and I love everything you have to say about elain and az! they're just so perfect, aren't they? I did have a super fun idea for your gift though...if I were to get some work done on it, how would you feel about a wip wednesday next week? anyways, four questions for you!

kind of like I asked earlier, but would you want wip snippets/a synopsis before you get your gift? how much do you want to know about it? some things must remain secret, but how secretive would you like me to be?

you said in an ask a little bit ago that you have a few headcanons for az and elain. can I ask what another one is?

do you prefer one-shot or multi-chapter fics? I'm deciding between squishing everything together or breaking it up into three chunks: do you have a preference?

fun question of the day! what's the best book you've read recently? (or, if you haven't read a book recently, what is the best content you've consumed?)

that's all for now!!! thank you so much for being patient with me :) see you SO soon, I promise <3

Hiii! Don't worry about disappearing. Life gets busy, I get it. But I'm so happy you're back with questions bc I love answering them! I smile like an idiot every time I see your asks haha

Ohh already next week? I'm so excited about it! Maybe not a synopsis but snippets? I think it'd be more fun to read them and try to figure out the synopsis on my own, and it'd also be a fun way of revealing just enough and keeping the rest a secret? I love being teased tbh

I am a sucker for forehead kisses. Cutest thing someone could ever do. And I have this hc of Azriel always kissing Elain's forehead (or temple if she's next to him). And I mean ALWAYS. Goodnight, goodbye, when he comes back home, if wakes up before her, for no reason at all. He just loves to do it and watch her smile. And then maybe one day Elain kisses his forehead too because she loves when he does it to her, and Azriel turns completely red with a little shy smile and a questioning look because she usually just kisses his cheek (again, she does that very often). And so Elain makes a point of kissing his forehead every time he's sitting down (otherwise he's too tall lol). I guess my point is, I think their love language would be physical touch (and quality time).

First of all, what do you mean THREE chunks?! Omg that's so long, I can't believe you're doing this for me, I love you 🥺🥺 I think I'd prefer the three chunks, honestly. I usually prefer one-shots, but if they're too long than yeah, multi-parts. Unless of course you think it's better to keep it all together.

Okay so... I'm guilty of not having read anything since July I think? I just got into a reading slump and started ACOTAR again a few days ago to get out of it. But the last book I read was Empire of the Damned by Jay Kristoff and it's a freaking masterpiece. He's my favorite writer so I might be biased, but damn that book was SO good and I think about it on a daily basis. That's probably why I haven't read anything since. It did rip my heart out and made me cry all my tears and now I have to wait at least one year for the third book to be published, but love me some pain.

I might have talked too much again, sorry Santa. I just love you and your questions 🥰

[dailyreverie]

My beautiful, my wonderful, my amazing Jul🥰

I’m so happy you’re getting back to writing again! 🥰

Please may I request:

75: standing on your tippy toes, frustrated you can't reach your lover's lips

With Andrew’s Spidey please ☺️🕷️ tall boyfriend & short girlfriend cliche coming in hot 🥺🥺

Friendly

A/N: Li!!! Surprise, I'm your secret santa! MERRY BELATED CHRISTMAS!!! (and sorry I was so late!) This was a whole journey since I really wanted to gift you some enemies to lovers and I've actually never done that before lol if you only knew how many plots and characters went through, and then you requested this and I was finally illuminated my the gods (aka Andrew Garfield mostly). I really really hope you like it! Also, thanks to my lovely wife @nadja-antipaxos for being an amazing beta!!

Pairing: tasm!Peter Parker x reader

Word count: 1.4 k

Could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart feel like it was going to come out of your chest with pure rage? Yes, yes you can. Peter Parker is your sworn enemy ever since he stepped into your class all those semesters ago and decided to take your spot as the top student.

He outsmarts you, every single time, in every class, and every chance he gets; you even have come to the conclusion that he’s only waiting for you to let him show how much better than you he is, the tiniest opportunity to hold on to make it about himself. Everything is a competition when it comes to your rivalry with Peter. You are sure your whole class hates you both by now since you both end up in debates in every class trying to beat the other one round after round of fact-dropping.

And yet he’s so nice, so flawlessly and naturally nice. Always sending you a smile and a wave when you cross each other in the halls, with his perfectly messed-up hair, his soft shirts, and his always sleepy brown eyes. You loathe him.

It's only natural that you would end up being stuck on a project together, working on it forcing you to spend a whole afternoon together as you try and decide whose idea to use; which book to use, what font color, which argument was better, anything and everything ending in at least 10 minutes of going back and forth.

It is when you are on minute 12 deciding whether to use the book you want or the website he found for your research, going back and forth when you get tired of it. You can’t stand it anymore. “Choose whatever you want then, I’m done.” You stand up from the table, grab your bag, and walking away. 

“Oh, come on! Where are you going?”

“To the roof.” You admit with your back already to him, as if going to the roof was nothing, just as it was for him. 

Peter sees you go with just a chuckle. “Have fun!” He says when your back is all he sees on the distant horizon. Because you won't take long, right? You only needed some fresh air, he guesses.

But minutes go by and you don’t come down, minutes that turn into almost an hour, and with that, the cold winter evening starts to roll around all while your jacket is hanging on the back of your chair. Peter hates to admit it, but his leg keeps bouncing faster with every minute that goes by and you don’t come back. Could you still be up there on the roof? Were you really five floors high sitting there all by yourself?

You were ridiculous, storming out like that. Yes, ridiculous, and Peter has to remind himself that, because suddenly the idea of you out there, up there, completely alone on a New York City rooftop fills his body with a hollow feeling.

He mumbles a curse after a couple more minutes when his hands were already tugging at his hair. Damn you, spidey sense. He storms off, jacket in hand and feet almost sprinting through every floor he goes up.

Quiet meets him when he reaches the roof, and indeed, there you are leaning against the bricks of the roof wall that overlook the city. “You’ve got to be kidding me.” You mumble curling further into yourself when you see him, rolling your eyes when you meet his. “Go away, Peter.”

“See, the thing is I can’t.” With long steps he joins you, standing next to you with his gaze looking straight forward, stretching his hand to give you your jacket. “I can’t let you be by yourself on a roof, there are crazy people here.”

“You don’t have to do it.” You accept the jacket, though, crossing your arms across your chest once you have it on and leaning against the fence again.

“I kind of do, it’s my job as your friendly neighbor.” You try to guess what he means by that just by looking at him. Peter only shrugs, a guilty smile on his face. “It’s my fault you are here. I may be trying to beat you in class but I’m not gonna let someone push you from up here, doesn’t seem like a fair win.”

His sarcasm is loud and clear, and it makes you both chuckle. “Ah, so you didn’t come to do that yourself?”

“Okay, why is it always like this?” The change of mood in his voice startles you, his usual calm demeanor nowhere to be seen. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?”

“Because you get on my nerves, Peter! You always have to be the smarter one, and the one with the final word. Every time I say something it’s like I don’t even matter as soon as you open your mouth!”

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t-”

“I’m not done.” You swallow. “I’ve been trying so hard to keep myself casual about it, because there have been so many times where I know I’m right, and that you have to know it too, yet you keep going on and on and I get mad and it really, really makes me hate you so much.”

You breathe once you are done, your eyes almost shining with tears with all the frustration finally out of your system. But when you look him in the eyes, soft and brown and without an ounce of threat in them again, genuinely listening to you with the slightest hint of an amused smile in them. Then, you are reminded of the latest truth: ”but you keep making it really hard to hate you.”

Facing each other now, you have to take a deep breath to regain your composure. Peter stays quiet, his face unmoving with the same smile showing through his eyes. “What?” You find yourself asking, trying to read him, but he only smiles. Right, that’s why you hated him.

“Nothing, it’s nothing, I just-” His head does a little wobble and his eyes finally move away from yours, a small laugh escaping through his lips when words fail him. “It’s ridiculous.” 

“I’m ridiculous?” Your eyebrows shot up your forehead, waiting for him to explain.

“No! I am, this is! I never- ughh!” He grabs your shoulders, maybe to ground himself after his nonsense ramble, maybe to feel you. You try not to give it too much thought, since his touch alone is sending electricity through your veins, you don’t need to add an explanation on top of that. “I never planned on you to hate me, that was not what that was for. I was doing all that because you… you are so smart and so clever and witty and… and I thought maybe if I answer to what you say then maybe you would think I was smart too.” 

“Oh,” there’s a bit of doubt in your voice, a strain that tells him that his plan was not precisely working. 

“I’m sorry I was such an asshole.”

“You are forgiven.” You smirk, and with that, you both relax. “When did it turn into a competition then? Because it certainly did.”

“When I saw you smile every time you won.” Peter huffs a laugh and shrugs as if confessing that to you was an obvious statement, not something that would turn your stomach upside down with butterflies fluttering all over your chest. “You have a very nice smile.”

You take a step towards him, standing almost chest to chest, so close that you can see his throat bobbing as he licks his lips. Your body seems to move without you commanding it to do so, lifting your heels from the ground to try and reach him, any part of him. He sees that, and all he does about it is smile.

“Damn you, Parker,” is all you are able to say before you are standing on your tiptoes and being pulled towards him, with his hands holding your back to help you keep your balance as he kisses you, dipping down to find your lips in the middle. Your hands grab onto his neck, for support and to feel him closer, to be able to hold onto something while your lips move so in sync with each other. 

Whatever competition you had with each other is forgotten, and it’s like all that fighting made him know you better since he knows exactly where to move his hands, when to deepen the kiss, when to squeeze you closer to him, keeping you wanting more of him even after only minutes of knowing what kissing him was like.

So, could you call Peter Parker your enemy, when all he does is make your heart beat so fast? No, maybe you could not, as it turns out it was not rage, you were just in love.

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[plethora-of-imagines]

Plethora's Pleasant-mas Advent Calendar: Day 24- Secret Santa Fic

Words: 1162

This is my Secret Santa fic for @ranxiaolong from the Thirsting for Thirteen Server. (I am so sorry this honestly feels so OOC and almost like a crack fic lol, but I hope you enjoy at least a part of it!)

Warning: tense relationship between Master and Reader, Sleezy Man and being forced to interact with him, Death by TCE, threats

You rolled your eyes at the Master as he fiddled with his suit for the millionth time this night while you both waited for the perfect time to make your entrance. Waited. Outside. In the cold. 

“Stop being so overdramatic,” the Master reprimanded you.

Now taking to finger combing through his own hair. It already looked fine.

“Well, Master,” you sweetly began. “You’re not the one stuck in a fancy but thin dress for your little game of dress up and fail to dominate the universe.”

Your tone was backed with steel by the end of your retort. His scowl doing nothing to stop you from continuing.

“And if you don’t like my thoughts, stop listening to them.”

“I should leave you out in the cold and go enjoy that party by myself. No appreciation for a dress perfect for the occasion that cost more than your planet is worth.”

“You call the Earth worthless all the time,” you dryly replied.

“Even coal the size of a planet is worth more than you’ve ever made in your life.”

You hoped that he couldn't see your small smile in the building’s reflection that he was using to fix his outfit. While it seemed hostile you knew that your shared banter was filled with hardly hidden fondness. Still sometimes you worried he still had no sense of what was survivable for humans, no matter how fond of you he was he never seemed to bother to learn.

“It’s cold, Master,” you reminded him after waiting another minute for him to decide it was finally time to go inside.

“Oh alright, impatient aren’t you. Just can’t wait for me to act like a lovesick fool.”

With a flourish the Master offered his arm to you. For his plan to work he insisted that you needed to be his date, to be clearly seen as an item. Otherwise there was no hope for his clever plan. He had teased you that with your clear and justified infatuation with him that you would have no problems pulling off a lovesick puppy following him around. You had shot back that you were a great actor and he was an idiot to fall for your act this whole time. The attempts to tell him he was wrong were only met with laughter. So the two of you had not practiced at all how to appear as a couple. 

You had tried to ask what he would be doing differently to sell the act on his part, but he hadn’t bothered to respond. 

The ballroom you entered was glamorous but honestly not the focus of your attention. No, the diamond and gold that adorned every surface were secondary to your relief that you could once again feel your fingers and toes. Gliding across the floor with the Master you were led to greet multiple couples, glasses of some sort of champagne thrust into your hands by waiters adorned with gold leaf. The bubbles tingling against your tongue, small horderves taking the edge off of your hunger. You had been promised ramen after the Master stole whatever he was looking to steal. It would be a far better pretend date than this one was. The glamor and stuff atmosphere doing little to help your growing boredom. At least the small amount of food was good, if miniscule. 

You turned back into the Master’s conversation with the man across from you right in time to be outraged.

“Any chance I can steal your date, she’s a pretty thing. I promise to take good care of her,” the sleeze was talking as if you were a commodity and not a person. 

“Sure, why not,” the Master responded.

Oh you were going to kill him. You were not an object to be traded around, you did not care what his plan involved. It was not going to involve this. Before you could slap him, the Master released you and backed away. Practically sprinting away as if he knew that you were going to murder him. He was a dead Time Lord once you got your hands on him. You would make sure to force him through multiple bodies before you would forgive him. 

“Shall we dance,” your closer victim asked. There was no doubt in your mind that you would find a way to kill this man too for the audacity to treat you this way.

Possessively the man dared to grip onto you. It would be one of his last mistakes. Ignoring your impulse to break his hands you allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. It wouldn’t do to get thrown in jail tonight by being hastey. You would come up with a plan to eviscerate this man in v your own time. Song after song you spun around in amateur circles.

“Would you like to go somewhere, more private,” the man’s breath smelled horrid as he leaned in to yell his question at you as if it was a secret. 

“I don’t want to be here with you surrounded by people, why the hell would I go to a secondary location with you,” you dryly responded.

“She’s joking. Of course she would love to go with you,” the Master interjected. 

You shot him a dirty look for only choosing now to interfere. And he wasn’t even interfering to your benefit. The man dragged you down several hallways flashing some sort of security badge at numerous doorways to get through the halls. Stopping in a room that had made him enter a password along with his card that held some sort of odd jewelry. Your eye drawn to it, over and over. Something was important about them, but that could wait. Right now you needed to be insulted by the fact that the man had started to take off the restricting  jacket that had his badge. Surging towards you with open arms. Gross.

Hands wrapped around your waist pulling you back as with a flick the Master shrunk the man down into a doll.

“Sorry if you were attached, love. But we can’t have that man kissing you, not in front of your date. A complete faux pas, mortifying really. I wouldn’t be caught dead committing one like that.”

If you had the time you would wipe that smug smile off of his face.

“I get that you needed him to get us into the room, what I don’t get is why that involved loaning me out like a favored toy,” you deadpanned back to him humorlessly.

“He’s known for being fond of a pretty face,” the Master responded as he shoved the jewelry into his deep pockets, picking up the security badge from the floor.

“Aw, you think I’m pretty, Master?”

He gave you a look of confusion, “ that’s what you’re focusing on?”

“Slapping you wouldn't be productive so I’m choosing to think about something else. Now let's go, you owe me a lot of ramen dates for this.”

[verxsyon]

·:*¨༺ ❝ 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐒 𝐅𝐋𝐘 ❞

you decide to indulge in your enemy's holiday challenge to prove that you can be a fun person.

✧ 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠. arataki itto x gn!reader

✧ 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐚𝐭. drabble ; 0.8k

✧ 𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞. e2l au, modern au ; fluff

✧ 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐚. hello, @echoingtales​​! ‘tis me, your secret santa. my original giftee backed out last minute and this was supposed to be for them, so i hope this is okay? i’m in a huge itto brainrot at the moment, so apologies if it seems like i’m projecting myself through this fic lol. special thanks to @favoniuscodex for hosting the secret santa event.

[ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐀 ]

It’s finally the holiday season, the most wonderful time of the year. When you’re working at a daycare center during then, parents leave gifts on the counter to thank you for caring for their children while they’re tending to their jobs. You’re touched by their kindness, but the one who deserves it the most is your boss, the owner.

Your boss, whom you affectionately call her Granny, is a very kind old woman who offered you this job when you were at your lowest. While she has no biological family of her own, she treats you like a grandchild aside from her adoptive grandson. Speaking of him, you don’t have a lot of positive words to say regarding his character. It seems like he doesn’t have anything nice to say about you, either.

Arataki Itto is his name, your friendly neighborhood troublemaker. He and his so-called gang are infamous for giving headaches to the police and stealing wins from children. The issue between the two of you is that you never see eye to eye with each other due to being complete opposites.

For the sake of Granny, however, animosity is kept to a minimum. That means no snarky comments of any sorts, although insulting him is quite tempting.

“Granny, I’m here!” His boisterous voice resonates in the building. You swear he could cause an earthquake, due to several objects on the counter rattling. “Whoa, so many presents! Need any help?”

“Yes, my sweet boy.” Just as soon as you return from carrying your presents to the car, she tasks the two of you to take hers to his car. He may be a sweet person toward Granny, but in situations where the two of you are alone, he’s unbearable.

“The silence is killing me here,” he groans. You try your best not to pay attention to him. “You know, you remind me of this rookie in the police force who always refuses to accept my challenges. Heard of Kujou Sara? Ha! What a chicken. Guess I should call her Kujou Chicken from now on. She’s no fun, and so are you.”

You chuckle humorlessly. “Why don’t you introduce me to her next time? We can be funless together.” You set down the last present of the batch inside the trunk. “See what I did there? I made a joke, to prove that I can be fun.”

“Haha, very funny,” Itto says amusingly. “If you say you’re fun, why don’t you indulge in this special challenge of mine?”

“Special challenge, you say?” Doesn’t sound bad to entertain your archnemesis at least once, right? “Since it’s Christmas, perhaps I could make an exception.”

“Alright, I like your style. Guess you’re not so bad after all.” That’s one nice thing he said about you all these years you’ve known each other. But if he makes another comment like that, you’ll definitely throw up. “Give me a second. Now where did I put it? Oh, here you go!”

Dread flushes into your face when you see the object he pulled out from the interior pocket of his coat. “A mistletoe? That’s the special challenge?”

“The classic Christmas tradition. But before making assumptions, it’s consensual; I promise.” You raise your eyebrow, casting your doubts about his behavior. “If you say no, I won’t force you. Who am I, crazy?”

“What a gentleman,” you say sarcastically, staring at the mistletoe.  You’re not sure what his deal is with this particular challenge, but losing against someone like him isn’t an option. “I bet you kiss like a loser.”

“Excuse me? I kiss like a champ!” he retorts, inserting the mistletoe into the space between the both of you. “Ho ho, is that a ‘Challenge Accepted’ I hear?”

“Yeah,” you confirm strongly. “Kiss me like the champ you claim to be. Or perhaps you’re just too chicken about it?”

Stumbling upon the edge of the trunk from his touch on your cheek, he captures your lips gently, in contrast to his personality. It’s jarring, not because his kisses are different from what you’ve expected, but because he’s one hell of a kisser.

He didn’t lie; he does kiss like a champ.

“What? Too stunned to speak?” Your jaw drops in disbelief. Did that happen, or was it just a figment of your imagination? “Am I right? Or am I… right?”

“Shut up. You’re absolutely wrong,” you murmur against your hand that you bring to cover your mouth. You don’t like him at all, but how can you when he makes your heart race and be considerate of your comfortability before accepting this special challenge of his?

“Is that so?” Tucking the mistletoe away, he presses a kiss on the knuckles of your hand still covering your mouth, as if he’s giving you another on the lips. “Heh, aren’t you cute? Do you want me to kiss you again for real this time to change your mind?”

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Prompt: Secret Santa

Suzi: character to Bia / trope to Em Em: character to Suzi / trope to Bia Bia: character to Em / trope to Suzi

So here's mine:

Bia allocated the trope: Fake Dating Em allocated the character: Ciaran

THE ONLY TWO THINGS - Ciaran / OC

Finally able to express my adoration for the sweet Irish boy. Note - Kerry does not make an appearance in this short fic sorry :(

Season 3 - 2700+ words - Ciaran / OC

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“Fuck off, I’m not doing that”.

“Soph. Please. I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

“Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“It absolutely does not sound like fun. Surely he’s got someone else he can take?”

Kelly shook her head. “Honestly, he’s not the dating type. He just has real trouble finding a nice girl.”

“You’re nice, why don’t you go?”

Kelly shot her a look. “Babe, he’s me cousin. It’s a family wedding. They already know who I am. Besides, I already told them your name. So it has to be you.”

“You what!?”

“They asked what the girlfriend’s name was, and I panicked and I jumped in and said Sophie. I said you were a friend of mine and that’s how you met”

Sophie groaned into her hands. “How many favours is this now? How many cupcakes are you indebted to me?”

Kelly squealed, dropping the bag of flour she was holding, which landed on the commercial kitchen counter with a pouf of powder. She ran around the bench to Sophie, wrapping her arms around her. 

“You’ll do it?! Oh my god! Oh my god! I owe you a thousand cupcakes, I promise, I’ll make every single one, babe!”

Sophie rolled her eyes. “Text me his number. Some of us have work to do. I’ll message him later.”

Kelly immediately whipped her phone out, dropping a contact to her. Sophie sighed. 

“You’re buying my dress, by the way.”

Kelly squealed again, and hugged her. “I will! And shoes, and we’ll get our hair done, oh my god, this is gonna be so fun!”

Sophie laughed. It wasn’t like Kelly couldn’t afford it. The bakery had taken off so significantly that she had a full staff. And she was raking it in. Sophie, as her business manager, knew exactly what she was making. 

Kelly’s buying me a new dress. And it’s gonna be a fucking nice one.

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Soph sat at her desk, clicking through to renew their business license. But she kept glancing at her phone. This was, by far, the most interesting thing to happen to her in a long time. At the very least, it would make a great story to tell at parties.

She picked up her phone and tapped the contact. 

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Sophie:

Hey, Ciaran! Kelly’s friend Sophie here, apparently we’re dating lol

Ciaran:

Feck, I am so sorry lol. Thank you so much for doing this

Sophie:

All good, free booze for the night, and I needed a good laugh. Plus, she’s never gonna let you live this down. 

Probably should meet up at some point though, to get our story straight

Ciaran:

That’s sound. Coffee? Whenever you’re free. I’m actually in Dublin today if you’re about, could go for a dander?

Sophie:

Yeah, that’d be great! Let me get a couple more things done and I’ll text you where :) 

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She’d barely had a chance to send the text before she heard the bell ring in the bakery downstairs. They weren’t even open today. So she wasn’t sure how whoever it was had gotten in. 

She waited for the sound of Kelly calling out to say she’d heard it… but… silence. She checked the cameras. Kelly had her headphones on, dancing around the kitchen. And then she spotted the person who’d entered. 

Oh, hello…

She jumped up, quickly rounding the corner from the office.

Woah.

He had the tall and handsome part down… but dark, he was not. He was pale as all hell, with fiery red hair. And big. Big shoulders. Big arms. 

Woof. She said. Exactly her bloody type.

It was all she could do to not bite her lip. 

Who in god’s green Ireland was this?

He looked a little shocked as he spotted her… but he smiled, somewhat nervously. And she suddenly felt a little dizzy. She could see how blue his eyes were from metres away. And his smile… god damn. 

She swallowed. “Hi! We’re actually not open yet.”

“Hi… erm, yeah, sorry, yeah, I know. I’m actually here to see Kelly?”

His delicious Irish lilt was even stronger than Kelly’s.

When Sophie had moved to Ireland, she thought she’d get sick of the accent. 

She was wrong.

“Oh, right, sure, just a sec, I’ll grab her.”

Fuck. Of course he was here to see Kelly. One of a never-ending stream of men trying to date the bubbly blonde. 

She stepped back from the storefront and into the kitchen. She waved her hands at Kelly, who pulled off her headphones. 

“There’s an extremely good looking guy here to see you, you lucky bitch.”

Kelly’s face fell. “Shit. What’s he look like?”

“Handsome redhead?”

Kelly shook her head, frowning, and unsure. Probably too many of them chasing her to count. 

“Stupidly blue eyes? Built like a house? Bit nervous?” Soph teased. 

Realisation swept over Kelly’s face, and she beamed, and ran through the kitchen, grabbing Sophie’s hand as she did. As the two of them went back out to the front of the store, Kelly spotted the guy, and threw her arms around him, squealing. 

He almost fell over from the force of her hug. 

“Kel! Jaysus, lay off”

“C’mere” she pulled him over to Sophie. 

“Babe… this is my cousin Ciaran.”

What?

Sophie raised her eyebrows a little.

Ciaran looked like that?!

How the fuck did he have trouble getting a date!?

“Ciaran, this is Sophie.”

Ciaran’s face fell, and his eyes darted up and down her, before looking away, clearly terrified. 

“Jaysus Christ.”

Sophie chuckled “What’s that supposed to mean?”

Ciaran swallowed, looking even more frightened at the fact he might’ve offended her. “I… er… I just… No one’s gonna believe… I mean… jaysus, look at yeh. You’re like… ” 

He motioned to Sophie, catching her eye, and immediately averting his. He groaned, cringing audibly, covering his face as a deep blush crept over it. 

Okay, this was possibly the single most flattering reaction she could’ve expected?

Kelly laughed loudly. “Now d’ye see why he’s had trouble getting a date?”

Sophie grinned, and leaned over to Kelly, whispering in her ear, but loud enough so that Ciaran could hear her.

“It’s a shame. If you’d shown me a photo I would have done it for free.”

She winked at Kelly, who giggled furiously.

She leaned over the bench. “So Ciaran… you said you were going to take me for coffee. You free now?”

He looked like he’d just been slapped. 

“Uhh… yah, yes, yeah, I mean, yeah, free as a bird.”

Sophie winked at Kelly, and walked over to Ciaran, taking his arm. He jumped about a mile in the air, as if he’d just been electrified. 

Sophie shot him an amused look. “Babe, we’ve been together for…”

She looked at Kelly to check, and she laughed. “I said about 4 months”

Sophie gasped. “Almost four months! You’re gonna have to hold my hand eventually?”

Ciaran laughed, and Sophie felt a rush of excitement as she heard it. He had the most beautiful, melodic giggle. He seemed to relax slightly, and she took it as a sign. She slipped her hand into his, linking their fingers together. His hands were huge. Warm. But not soft. There were calluses across his palms, obviously from lifting weights. And boy she could tell. 

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He barely said a word to her as they walked to the cafe, but he insisted on paying for her coffee, which made Sophie smile. Because it was a nice day, they went for their dander around the park. 

“So you work with Kelly, then?” he laughed. 

“Yeah. I’m her business manager. She didn’t say?”

He shook his head. “She just told me to drop by today.”

She laughed to herself. Of course she did. Kelly knew Sophie would never turn her down. And she set herself an insurance policy of having Ciaran just happen to drop by, knowing Sophie’s penchant for sweet Irish boys. Particularly tall, muscular ones with strong accents and sparkling eyes.

Sophie laughed. “‘Course she did. Bloody Kelly. She’s plotting again.”

He smiled.

“So what do you do then?” She asked

“I’m a bouncer”

“Makes sense”

“How?”

“You’re bloody huge”

He laughed again, and she felt a wave of butterflies. His laugh is… god. It was really something else. 

“Thanks, I guess?”

“Must be hard being a bouncer being as quiet as you are?”

He smiled at her. “Eh, I’m not really all that quiet. Just get nervous around pretty girls.”

She looked up at him, a little surprised. “Are you flirting with me?”

“Sorry. Sorry.”

She stopped him. “Don’t apologise for flirting with me, I’m your girlfriend, remember?”

They disposed of their coffee cups, and she took his hand again, making him jump a little again. They walked in silence, and before long, found a nice, secluded spot in the park to walk in circles around.

“So why do you think you get so nervous around girls?”

Ciaran looked like she’d just asked him why the universe existed. “I… I don’t know? Because they’re pretty?”

She shook her head. “D’you get nervous around Kelly? She’s a girl?”

“Yeah, but she’s me cousin? We grew up together. That’s different.”

“Mmmm, true. But she’s a girl. And I’m a girl. The only difference is that one of us is dateable, and one of us is your cousin.”

He blushed. “I know. I know it’s stupid. I’m 22. I should be able to talk to women… I just… god I get so bloody nervous. Like, what if they wanted to…”

“Have you ever slept with a girl?”

He hesitated… and shook his head. 

She nodded supportively. “But, you’ve kissed one, right?”

He went silent. “I… yeah, ‘course!”

She studied his face, and he was blushing again. “Have you?”

He furrowed his brow, cringing again. “Once. When I was 16. And it was just a peck.”

Sophie clapped her hand to her mouth. “Oh my god, Ciaran, no. Fuck. No wonder you’re nervous!”

He turned his face away, blushing furiously and groaning. "It just seems like the older I get, the more embarrassing it is."

She shook her head. “Nope. No way. Not happening. You come here right now.”

His face fell, and he looked like he was about to throw up. “What? Why?”

She giggled, and took a step towards him. She could see the terror in his eyes. 

She placed her hand on his arm. “Don’t worry! You’ve got nothing to lose, here. You don't have to impress me, or be good at it. We'll just get it out of the way, yeah? Right here, right now!"

He nodded slightly, and she stepped toward him, and placed her hands on either side of his face.  

The poor lad was shaking.

“Just relax” she whispered, as she stood on her tip-toes. 

She lifted her chin and leaned in, gently tapping the end of her nose against his. She could hear his breath shuddering. 

She pulled him closer, brushing her lips against his… but waited. Waited for him to close the miniscule distance. And waited. And waited.

Fuck it. 

She pressed her lips to his. He had big, soft lips, and she couldn’t deny… they felt wonderful on hers. But she could feel him shuddering with nerves and his hands were still by his sides. 

She was gonna have to do it all. 

She felt for his hands, and lifted them, bringing his arms to wrap around her waist. She immediately felt his thumb stroke her through her shirt. 

Good boy, that’s it.

She brought her hands back to his face, stroking her nails down the hair on the back of his head.  

He sighed into her lips, and immediately pulled back. 

“Sorry, I…”

“You’re allowed to make noises. I like it.”

She pulled him back into the kiss, stroking her nails through his hair again, and he sighed again. She placed her hand flat on the back of his neck, holding him to her, as she teased at his lips with her tongue. He seemed to pick up on it, and opened his mouth, immediately matching his tongue’s movements with hers.

He really did have huge arms. They wrapped completely around her, making her feel completely held. Completely surrounded by him. His large, warm hands felt so good on her… this was turning into a fucking awesome kiss.

His arms shifted slightly, and he seemed to hesitate for a moment… but brought one hand to her head, threading his fingers through her hair. 

She moaned, and he almost gasped into her, pulling away. 

“Sorry, did I hurt you? I…”

“I really like it when you play with my hair.”

He looked surprised, but encouraged. “Oh, okay” 

She brought him back into the kiss once more. He probably got the point by now… but… a little more practice couldn’t hurt… right? 

Plus… he was getting more and more confident with each second. His hands came back to her hair almost instantly, as the other wrapped around her waist, and she felt… 

Hang on… he was pulling her into the kiss. 

Good lad. Quick learner.

“Ciaran Mulcahy, is that you?” 

They broke apart, and Ciaran looked suddenly nervous. He went to step away from her, but she pulled him closer.

Act the part, Ciaran, you idiot She willed him.

“Fuck, it’s my mate from school.”

“Did you like him?”

“Yeah he’s fun”

“What school’d you go to?”

“Waterford secondary.”

She took his hand, squeezing it gently. As the friend made his way over, Ciaran let go of her hand to greet him with a hug. 

“What’re you doin’ in Dublin?” the scruffy-haired man asked.

“Just here for the day” he said

For fuck’s sake, Ciaran. Think. Dating for four months and you’re coming to see your girlfriend for just the day? No!

“Well… and the night” Sophie chuckled. 

Ciaran looked terrified, but had enough sense to play along. “Yeah. So goin’ back tomorrow.”

His mate looked impressed… and was sneaking side glances at her. 

“And I’m guessin’ this is the famous Sophie?”

She grinned. “Babe, you talk about me so much I’m famous?”

Ciaran looked at her, a little panicked, but she smiled widely at his friend.

“And yes, I’m Sophie.”

“I’m Liam, by the way.”

“Oh wait, the Liam?” She looked at Ciaran, and he nodded, playing along. “What was it… Waterford Secondary?”

Liam beamed at her. “Yeah! That’s me!”

She threw her arms around him. “It’s so great to finally meet you, I’ve heard so much about you!” 

“Oh yeah, like what?” Liam asked, not understanding how inconvenient of a question that was. 

Sophie panicked, but shot out a generic teasing response, chuckling. “All sorts of bloody things. None of them good.”

Liam and Ciaran both cracked up laughing.

“But I want to know what kinds of things have been going around about me, that you seem to know about me?” She asked, innocently. 

“Oh, just that someone might’ve finally caught our Ciaran’s eye.”

Ciaran laughed, and jumped in. “Well, can you blame me? She’s pretty eye-catching.”

Wow, um, swoon?

Sophie blushed furiously, threading her fingers back into Ciaran’s. 

Liam looked between them, smiling. “Well, I was clearly interrupting, so I won't keep you, but Ciaran, if you’re not too busy tonight, we should go for a pint. Sophie, you too!”

Sophie smiled at him. “That sounds great!”

“Yeah, grand!” Ciaran said, smiling at Liam. He squeezed her hand tightly. “I’ll text ye’”

Liam hugged them both, and made his way back in his original direction. And as soon as he was out of view, Ciaran groaned loudly. 

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. You just keep getting roped into more and more shit.”

She laughed. 

“It’s okay, I wasn’t doing anything tonight anyway. But unfortunately, that does mean that you and I are spending the afternoon together. I’m going to need a crash course in Ciaran… Fuck, he just said it. Mulcahy?”

He nodded. “What’s yours?”

“Hammond.”

“Right, we know each other’s surnames now. And we’ve kissed.”

She laughed, and sarcastically added “The only two important things in a relationship.”

He nodded, laughing as well, as he took her hand in his. They started off back to Kelly’s bakery, and she felt his thumb gently stroking her hand as they walked. Sophie smiled to herself, as their steps fell in together. 

This might be fun after all.