#cant get away from the obliviate tropes

[theodoradevlin]

Shadows Don't Have Names

"So - are you going to tell me your name then? Or is that to remain a mystery as well?" He asked slowly, softly.

Her breath stilled as he regarded her carefully.

It was strange how in a few years, any traces of the boy she knew were now entirely replaced by the man in front of her. But... the mischievous gleam still danced in his eyes in the way he watched her now. It was a gleam that might not have been there, had she not done what she did all those years ago.

Or that’s what she would tell herself.

She shook her head, giving him a sad smile. There was no mystery. Just the truth of what she was now - a ghost.

“...Shadow’s don’t have names.”

Summary:

It's been 6 years since you left it all behind you -Fig's death, Rangrok...all of it. And now you've begrudgingly returned home for the first time since walking away from the life you one knew.

The last few years have kept you quite busy, as you've run around the globe, tracking down ancient reserves of magic. But no matter how far you went...you couldn't put your return off forever. Owl after Owl arrives from Ominis a world away, constantly begging you to come home and see him and Anne, and more importantly - stop avoiding them.

But when you finally agree, he forgets to mention one more important visitor who is also temporarily back in Feldcroft. A name you thought you would never hear again.

Sebastian Sallow.

The boy who spun your world upon its axis, until you both ultimately spiraled into madness.

But...that was years ago. Now..he doesn't know you or your name since it was you who decided to obliviate it from his memory for his own good.

And now here you both are. How does one move forward when all they have become is a Keeper of nothing but forgotten memories?

A/N: preview of an upcoming fic i'm TRYING to commit to because apparently i like ripping my own heart out need closure when it comes to these two. Should i do it?! Am i just torturing myself?! Alas, the answer is probably yes to both...

[lilypadthaii]

idiot | suna rintarō

suna rintaro x reader :3 wc: 2.7k

tropes: unrequited love, childhood friends to lovers, kinda oblivious reader a/n: sunas probably ooc, i cant write nonchalant men srry. also NOT proofread so sorry if there r mistakes :p

you first met suna when you were both just 7 years old. you were introduced to him by the twins, who happened to be your neighbors at the time. 

the interaction didn’t feel like it was anything out of the ordinary, but looking back on it, maybe it was the start of it all. 

“hi! my name’s y/n l/n! i’ve heard a lot about you from tsumu and samu! let’s be good friends from now on, ‘kay?” 

what could he possibly do but accept? there was no way he could reject you, not with the toothy grin you flashed at him and the tight hug you enveloped him in right after. 

that was how he first got pulled into your orbit. 

from that point on, you, him, and the twins were practically inseparable. you went on adventures together everyday, catching bugs, riding your bikes, playing pranks on your parents, etc. 

while most of the time, it seemed as though he was just being dragged along, he couldn’t deny that he had fun. 

even though the twins were as annoying as ever, he didn’t actually mind you. he didn’t mind getting sneak attacked by your snowballs when it snowed in the winter, and he didn’t mind listening to you sing loudly and out of tune into the fan during the summer. 

to say the least, he found you bearable. 

he began noticing a change when he was 13, at the start of a new school year. the four of you hung out frequently, almost everyday during school hours and afterschool. yet, something had changed about the dynamic of this friend group that he couldn’t quite place.

maybe it was the way your gaze would linger on atsumu’s for longer than usual. maybe it was the way atsumu would trip over his words when you showed up. maybe it was the way it seemed like you and atsumu were slowly drifting away from him and osamu into you two’s own little world. maybe, just maybe, it was the way what used to be plans that were shared by the four of you became one on one hangouts between you and atsumu.

perhaps that’s why it didn’t shock him when you two announced that you were dating just a few weeks later. 

he couldn’t blame you for falling for him. after all, atsumu was charming, funny, talented, and treated you well. why wouldn’t you?

unfortunately, this fact didn’t stop the uneasy feeling that settled in his chest for weeks after. 

he passed it off as a side effect of the summer heat. 

when you were 15, you were arguing with atsumu almost everyday. most of the time it was just stupid stuff, like him being late to a date or leaving you on read. when he got more invested in volleyball, however, he began spending less and less time with you.

the arguments only got worse and worse. at some point, suna was sure you two were going to break up, but you never did.

one summer night, you two were eating ice cream at local convenience store. it was like any other conversation of you two’s at the time: you complaining about atsumu and him quietly listening. 

“what should i do, rin? he’s so frustrating… it doesn’t even seem like he’s wants to be with me anymore! all he ever talks about volleyball… i mean, does he even like ME anymore? maybe he’s just too busy for a relationship.”

he stared at the moon as he listened to you ramble. it was strangely beautiful tonight. he wanted to take out his phone and snap a picture, but he knew you’d get upset. 

“why don’t you just break up with him?”

he had interrupted you abruptly, so he expected you to reprimand him. instead, you went completely silent.

he turned to look at you, expecting an answer, but was surprised by what he saw. 

you were covering your face with your hands, but there was no way he could mistake the tears welling up in your eyes for anything else.

“i know, i mean, i’ve considered it so many times. i’m an idiot, i know, but i,” you blubbered, hiccupping as you spoke, “i don’t want to leave him.”

it was silent for a few seconds, and when you looked up at him, he was watching you carefully. 

“why?”

you looked down again and swallowed before replying. “because i love him, suna. i love him so much, i can’t imagine being without him. i know it might just be because i’m young and stupid, but i don’t want to give up on us.”

you were slightly startled by the comforting touch of his head on your head, patting you as if you were a pet. 

“things will work out. atsumu loves you too, he’s just an idiot. don’t doubt yourself, dumbass.”

you choked out a laugh as you wiped your tears. 

“thanks, rin. i’m so glad you’re my best friend.”

you gave him your signature toothy grin, and his heart did the thing, just as it always did when you smiled at him, and just as he always would, he’d brush it off as him being sick. man, he really needed to get this heart problem checked out.

even as you continued your rant about your incompetent boyfriend, suna wondered how, even with your puffy eyes and red nose, you managed to look like that. how the moonlight perfectly traced your features, as if gently kissing every aspect of your face.  

perhaps he’d known it for a while, but was in denial, that he felt something for you that a best friend shouldn’t. but what could he do? 

you were in love with atsumu, and this was an absolute. a fact of life, just like how humans needed air to live and the sky was blue. 

when you were 17, your relationship had gotten past the arguing stage and was relatively stable. you went every game of inarizaki’s that you could, cheering for them from the sidelines.

there was one particular game that stuck with suna. it was a victory in a difficult game against karasuno. 

after the game, he saw you running up to him, and spread his arms, ready to receive your hug. 

but it wasn’t him you were running to. it was atsumu. it wasn’t his hug to receive. it was atsumu’s. you ran past him, jumping into atsumu’s arms, and he spun you around as you congratulated him with kisses. 

he’d remember that moment forever, because it’d serve as a reminder that it would never be him, and that he shouldn’t ever get his hopes up.

when he was 18, he received a text from you that would end your 11 year friendship. you two had been distant for a while, so it shouldn’t have been too surprising. 

“hey, suna. we’ve been friends for so long, and it breaks my heart to do this to us, but i don’t think we should be friends anymore. atsumu doesn’t want me being too close to any guys, which is understandable, so i think it’s only right of me to do this. i’m sorry, and i wish you the best. i hope you’ll remember me as your best best friend :)”

he considered calling you, but stopped himself. what did he want from you? an explanation? you’d already given him one. there wasn’t anything he could do. 

he buried himself in volleyball to force himself to forget you, what you two had, or rather, what he had for you. it worked, for a while, until he received a sudden call from an unknown number on his 22nd birthday. 

he was out with his team, getting drinks at a bar. he probably would’ve declined, if not for the gut feeling that rose in his stomach when he saw the number. so he stepped out and answered.

“hello? ri- oops, suna, is that you?”

he swore he felt his heart rate accelerate as soon as he heard your voice through the speaker. 

“yeah, it’s me. is this y/n?” you’d gotten a new number, he noted. 

“yes, i know, this is sudden and weird, and i don’t want to intrude, but i know it’s your birthday, so i just wanted to say happy birthday. i hope you’re doing well. i know it’s not my place to say this, so i’m sorry-“

you were rambling, just as you always did when you were stressed or nervous. it made him a little happy, knowing you hadn’t changed.

“it’s okay,” he interrupted, “thank you for that. i’m doing well. how are you?”

he’d spend the next hour on the phone with you, catching up on your lives, until one of his teammates popped his head out of the restaurant and asked if he was coming back in.

“i’m definitely ruining your birthday night huh? i’m so sorry, i’ll let you get back to that. but, if it’s okay, would you like to meet up sometime? i’ll text you, if it’s okay?”

“yeah, sure.”

“happy birthday, rin!” was all he heard before you hung up. the nickname gave him a rush of nostalgia, one that warmed his insides.

he went back inside the bar with a stupid grin on his face that he couldn’t wipe off, one that would get him teased by his teammates for the rest of the night.

a week later, he finds himself in a cozy cafe near his house that he never knew existed, pretending to browse the weather app on his phone as he waits. 

he’s so nervous he doesn’t even notice you until you sit down directly in front of him, setting down your bag with dozens of clinking keychains attached. 

you laugh as you see him visibly startle. “it’s just me, suna. sorry i’m a little late. how long’ve you been waiting for?”

“just a few minutes, don’t worry.”

he pauses to take in your appearance. you’re as beautiful as ever. you seem more mature now (how stupid, you’re both adults now after all), but he can still see glimpses of your much younger self in the smile you give him. 

he snaps himself out of his trance when you speak up, “i know all i’ve been doing since we started talking again is apologizing, but i’m genuinely sorry, suna. i shouldn’t have done that to you. i threw away our friendship like it was nothing. i told myself it was for the better, that atsumu needed me, and i wanted to be the best girlfriend for him. but i’ve since realized how naive i was.” you pause, thinking back to your nearly ten year relationship. he sees something in your eyes he didn’t when you two were together, and suna can’t stop himself from asking. 

“are you two… still together?” 

you can almost laugh at how hesitant he sounds, like he’s trying not to step on a landmine. 

“no, we’re not. we broke up a year ago, and i’ve realized it was for the better.” when you see his questioning gaze, you continue, “i feel like most of our relationship, i was basically living for him. i centered my life around him. i lost friends and hobbies all for a guy who i know now cares more about volleyball than he could about anybody. i’m the biggest idiot in the world.” 

you feel the tears coming back to you, but you force them down. you’re here to apologize, not to make an even bigger fool of yourself.

“you’re not an idiot, y/n. you found something great, and you just wanted to treasure it. it’s his fault he couldn’t appreciate that.”

as he says this, he gives you an adoring smile, as if saying he thinks you’ve hung the moon and stars, and you feel your heart swoon a little at the sight. 

“do you.. accept my apology? i know we might not be able to go back to the way we were before, but can we at least be friends again? as selfish as this may seem, i miss what we had, suna.”

“i’m sorry, i don’t think i can do that, y/n.”

a feeling of dejection washes you, but you do your best to quickly brush it off. 

“i understand. again, i’m sorry. i’m glad we had the chance to catch up, though. i should leave now-“

“you misunderstood. i can’t be just friends with you. the reason i wanted to catch up with you wasn’t so we could just be friends.”

the next words he says are the exact ones you never thought he’d say, let alone to you.

“i like you. no, i’m in love with you. it took a while to come to terms with, but i’ve been in love with you since we first became best friends. i thought i’d be able to act normal after seeing you again, that the feeling would fade, but it hasn’t. in fact, it’s only gotten stronger.”

suna thought he’d have trouble saying it, but as soon as it started, the words came out naturally, likely because the feelings he felt for you came just as naturally to him.

“now, if we’re going to be friends, i want it to be with the intention of becoming lovers in the future. i know you’re still getting over him, and you’re not ready, but if you ever think you are and you want to give me a chance, i’m right here.”

“i always have been,” he adds.

you’re speechless, and you swear you feel like your heart is pumping at 200 mph. you’d be lying if you said before you began dating atsumu, you’d never seen him as a potential partner, but that was so long ago and you were just a kid.

“oh. i’m- what? sorry, i’m just really surprised. i don’t know what to say, suna.”

“that’s alright. i’m not expecting anything right now, but in the future, if you’re looking for something, let me be the first option, yeah?”

that night, he feels like a heavy weight has been lifted off his heart. he goes to sleep thinking about how pretty you looked in the cafe.

a couple months later, you two go on your first ever date. it’s a picnic by the river near your house, and it just so happens to be on the day of a lantern festival. you both make wishes as you light your lanterns and set them into the water. he makes a quick wish that your wish will come true, and after he watches as you intently make yours. you look so cute, he can’t help but snap a picture. he should make that his lock screen, he decides.

he asks you out officially just a few months later. it happens during a romantic, candlelit dinner at his house. you’re a little drunk from the wine, so you start crying about how considerate he is and how much you like him, pulling him into a tight hug. he can’t wipe the stupid smile off his face as he comforts you.

one unsuspecting weekend, suna announces that he’ll be flying you out to one of his official volleyball games. it’s sudden, but you want to support him, so you don’t put up a fight. you’re sitting on the bleachers before the game begins, and it’s so crowded you can barely hear, but there’s no mistaking the way the announcer calls your name. you look at suna questioningly, and he gestures for you to come down. when you finally make it down onto the court, all his teammates are standing off to the side. as you get closer to suna, he smiles, and it’s so bright that you can’t help but smile back. 

he then gets down on one knee, and you swear your heart almost explodes on the spot. before he can finish his question, you jump on him, enveloping him in a hug that ends up with you on top of him on the ground. as the tears well up in your eyes, you watch as he slides the ring on your finger intently, and you realize you must have been an idiot to not notice him all this time.

divider source: cafekitsune!!

[laura1633]

max and charles are friends with benefits and both stupidly oblivious to each other’s feelings. one day max couldn’t handle how kind charles treat him, how gentle he is with him, so he ran away in tears from charles arms to his apartment. he didn’t answer any calls and didn’t respond to charles when he knocks on a door.

he packed his cats and flew to his mom. in a comfort of his mother and sister hands he broke down explaining everything about him and charles, how he cant get over his love and ruined their friendship. well he was met with laughter from his little sis and sighs from mom. when max asks to elaborate, victoria starts ranting about how obsessed charles is with him and how obvious it was. this brings new tears because now max thinks he ruined his last chances

few days later someone knocks on a door and from all people he sees exhausted charles. he tells max that it was hard to track him down but he really wants to talk. then he nearly starts crying when says that he never intended to hurt max and he still doesn’t know what happened that night, but he wishes max could forgive him oneday. than charles says that he always wanted to take him out on a date but was a coward and thought that max is not interested. max stands there with open mouth.

when charles is about to leave property max hugs him tightly from back while teary whispering that he loves him.

So cute 🥰

Friends with benefits when there are undeclared feelings is such a fun trope, I love it so much!

I also love the idea of it starting out with really hot sex but as times goes on there starts to become more and more softer moments in between. Like the first time one of them decides to sleep over after sex, the first time they wake cuddled up and tell each other it doesn't mean anything... so many beautiful moments to be discovered!!

Also I just love when they are both madly in love but too stupid to realise how crazy in love the other one is and their families and practically everyone who knows them knows what is going on before they do 😂

[resident-gay-bitch]

Jay's Fic Recs :)

these are all wonderful, wonderful fics i have read and think you should too <3

(if they are on tumblr i’ll drop their url so you can find all of their things :)) some of these links go to Ao3 and Wattpad as well)

happy reading!

STRANGER THINGS:

Eddie Munson

June Baby singlemum!reader x eddie - this is so cute, please give it a read it makes my heart squeeze. @luveline

Love Bites vampire!eddie x fem!reader - this is just very cute. highly recommend if you want a vamp fic with not too much monsterness @luveline

Worlds Apart eddie x fem!reader - this is timeline accurate, but naturally veers from cannon because character is added. you had broken up with eddie four months prior because of a horrible dream, the events of season four happen and it brings back deep dark feelings and a whole lotta love. cant really say much else without giving it away. @munsons-maiden

Meet The Munsons stepbro!eddie x fem!reader - okay, this one has me in shambles. it’s great and not gross. i loved the tension in this and the finale was just MWAH *chefs kiss* @mypoisonedvine

FREAK eddie x oc!jay - Jay is from Australia but she moves to Hawkins and meets Eddie. They fall in love, yadda yadda. long multichap. follows timeline, but starts in 1985 post mall fire. lotta angst, lotta hurt, looootttttaaaa comfort. they heal eachother. there are heavy themes in this so read the warnings. @resident-gay-bitch

Gareth Emerson

Too Late gareth x fem!reader - readers been in love with Eddie but he starts dating Chrissy and she turns to Gareth for comfort and ends up catching feelings for him instead. very cute. lotta angst. @resident-gay-bitch

Gareth x Eddie

Pretty Boy ftm!gareth x eddie - oh my god. i love this so fuckin much. so angsty and so much pining i live for this shit. honestly, reading this has made g x e my fav st ship, probably even my fav ship ever. childhood best friends tropes always get me. go give it a read :)) @dylanwritesgood

My Starboy closeted!gareth x oblivious!eddie - gareth loves eddie, always has, always will. but eddie’s straight… right? - lotta angst, lotta unrequited love and pining. so much heartahce. this has quite mature and explicit themes, so make sure to read the warnings before each chapter :) happy readings @resident-gay-bitch

Steddie

Jay’s Steddie Fic Recs- sorry, the list got too long so i had to create another page for it :) good news though, you wont run out of steddie fics here.

Clarkson

Drabble? wayne munson x scott clark - we don’t know where this came from, but we know where the fuck it’s going. please hop on the scott x wayne train because the seats are comfy and the view is beautiful - seriously, more people need to write for this - this peice is magnificent - we need fanart for them PLEASE @unclewaynemunson @flowercrowngods

MARAUDERS:

Marauders

All The Young Dudes wolfstar & jily - best fic ever, hands down, written by the gods. read it weather you like the marauders or not.

Crimson Rivers jegulus & wolfstar - hunger games au - i know this fic has been archived but it just needs some more recognition because it’s AMAZING

Wolfstar

Text Talk sirius x cf!remus - modern no magic au. sirius accidentally texts the wrong number and ends up catching feelings for the random boy behind his phone.

[bropunzeling]

11, 22, 37!

11 Three tropes that are fine but overrated

oh gosh hmm. some of these are gonna come across as hypocritical lmao and also insert a healthy dose of "for me specifically" but: (1) i think soulbond/soulmark tropes can be done well, but mid executions of the trope focus a lot on ~finding~ the person rather than interrogating what it means to have bonds or marks or things of that nature, and leave a lot of interesting nuances about choice and free will and conflict between romantic relationships and other things you might want (career, friendship, autonomy, etc) on the table. i wish more takes on the trope let it be messy! (2) hurt/comfort done well is really fun but when people are just like. aggressively making their little guy sad and pathetic and a poor little meow meow whose never done anything wrong it gets grating. i love a sad guy but i prefer when they're sad because of shit they did to themselves instead of external factors. (3) curtain fic/established relationship stuff can be fun sometimes but like. there still needs to be a smidgen of conflict or growth or change or a shift for me to be interested. there has to be a point imo! even when i write my silly self-indulgent post-fic time stamps its important to me that there's a point to it beyond just "im love them" (though im DO love them)

22 What is it about watching the same two idiots falling in love over and over again?

i think the thing is, there can always be a new dimension to how these two idiots fall in love!!! every story is an opportunity to get at some new nugget of like, how people are, or what it is to be vulnerable and open and willing to risk heartache. with two different people you have so many opportunities to look at different shades and facets of their character. especially with rpf where real life events can shape characterization in real time. The Trade opened up a whole new dimension of matthew that creates new angles to investigate matthew&leon and what it means to fall in love with someone thousands of miles away and who you see even less (or, someday, for my break up/make up agenda)! jamie getting dealt to philly opens up new ways to poke at the jamie/trevor relationship by adding distance and tragedy and the potential of falling for other people! even picking a new trope or time period is just so fun for being like, now how would they be under THESE circumstances? also like, i LOVE flip-flopping who gets to be down bad immediately and who is oblivious because it's not only a fun creative challenge but also just opens up new worlds. idk! there's so many possibilities and so many facets to explore and to me that's delightful.

37 Do you research before writing or while you write? Is it fun or boring for you?

id say i do some up front, just to nail down the broad beats of the story and to minimize how much reworking i have to do later on (or for period type fics, to make sure that i dont introduce plot points that simply cant have happened in that time frame!), and some i do as i go -- for example, for a while there i just HAD the battles of alberta in 21-22 down pat because i was using them so often to shape story beats, but the games in between i had to look up as i went. i also am constantly pulling from new articles or features that offer new bits of characterization i want to use. tbh with the current wip i DO feel very wobbly because i don't have my normal anchors of the schedule/have to make things up, which is simultaneously freeing and hard because it's so much easier for me to write about sports games that really happened than the fake ones im constructing for the narratives 😂. but yeah id say mostly i research as i go!

[twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat]

I need to be cult leader Sugurus assistant so bad😭😭😭😭 I cant stop having brainrots about this trope someone pls save me 😭😭😭🌙

OH ??????? YOU’VE COME TO THE RIGHT PLACE 🌙 ANON 👀👀👀👀👀 ….. this concept. hhhh

for the sake of delusion let’s assume you aren’t a non-sorcerer bc i don’t think . that’d end well 😭 BUT if you’re a sorcerer…. ohhhhh the slowburn. the tenderness of it all.

i definitely feel like geto is the type to get attached really easily….. he’s sooo fond of his found family and if you’re his assistant it probably doesn’t take too long before he considers you a part of it. maybe you just ended up working for him on a whim, maybe it takes a while for either of you to loosen up, but there’s a kind of stability and comfort that comes with having an assistant that i think geto would appreciate. you could literally just bring him a cup of tea and he would feel so warm... and once he starts crushing on you it’s even worse!! (he has to fight off a blush when you ask if you can rub his stiff shoulders …. tries to act all casual about it but absolutely loses his mind at the feeling of your soft hands on his bare skin <33)

but yeah i absolutely see this as a tender kind of slowburn…. for some reason i also imagine his assistant being a bit more cold? or maybe more like. quiet and a little aloof. so you’re just doing your job, maybe just a tiny bit scared of geto and the power he has, while he starts warming up to you embarrassingly quickly. kinda likes those romance manwhas where the emperors fall for their servant… he wants to get to know you better!! he considers himself a charming man (he’s right 😔) so he tries to act all smooth hoping you’ll open up to him a little, and gets increasingly frustrated when it doesn’t work (either bc you’re still a teeny bit afraid of him, or bc you’re very immersed in the assistant role and don’t feel the need to share personal details about yourself)….

so basically i just picture this as a scenario where geto is down bad for his oblivious assistant 😭 you’re always right by his side and eventually he notices that he feels a bit irritated whenever you’re out of sight…. grows a little too addicted to your soft hands and the tea you make. to you. and once you finally start to loosen up a bit he’s literally soooo happy he can barely stop himself from smiling he’s all ^_^ kicking his legs like a schoolgirl. it takes a while for the dynamic to go anywhere but it’s sooo worth it for him.

… i’m also imagining a scenario where his assistant is stressed and maybe not getting as much sleep as they should, and he just shuts it down immediately. urges you to sit in his cozy chair and makes you tea for once and doesn’t let you leave until you’ve rested up properly (and told him exactly what’s been stressing you out)… 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 he’s the standard actually

i got carried away pdhdjdjdj I LOVE THIS SO MUCH 🌙 ANON you little genius ….. geto would be so fond of his assistant it’s sickening ://

[just-jordie-things]

hello! im a new reader but can i just say how much i adore your writing!!! i adore myself some spicy fics once in awhile but reading fluffy and soft stories just does it for me… but uh i accidentally started your latest series “to build a home” chapter 3, without knowing what the plot was about!! but can i just say i absolutely adore it?! gojos just a little baby whiny abt reader not being around like he obviously has a massive crush he just wants to deny it!!! and hes so mean to yu!!>:( poor baby yu was only trying to be considerate and also has a huge heart.. gojos just mean and likes to bully his way to get whatever he wants…like ik gojo has the habit of things going his way!! he gets whatever he wants cause hes a brat abt it otherwise! and i think that applies with reader too? like obviously she’s oblivious (which is something i adore abt your stories bc i absolutely EAT UP the trope of Obsessed and IN LOVE gojo/oblivious and confused reader) and she doesn’t consider the fact tht he might just be in love with her so it drives him Absolutely Up the WALLs!!! id totally love if she keeps hiding her secret of trying to find fushiguro’s kids from gojo and when he does find out (he will bc hes annoying like that) i cant imagine the shock and horror bc ?! im kicking my feet imagining how he’ll react… cause one abt gojo is that he hates not knowing things!!! hes a baby .. and ofc geto and shoko are there too… and theyre roped into this box of secrets between the two and ofc theyre worried abt reader too bc its unlike her to lie… but reader is sentimental and i think she blames herself and puts it on her shoulders that she owes it to fushiguro’s kids(?) even tho she obviously doesnt in any way… i think she has a half mind to take them in and adopt them.. (cue teenagers gojo and reader adopting kids without dating and falling in love sorry not sorry) anyways im super curious where this is gonna go!! bc ik gojo’s totally peeved abt that interaction with yu and reader ( and tho hes an ass for it i was kicking my feet bc gojos so dumb. i totally want to read more of the other students making grabby hands at reader and making her giggle just to spite gojo so bad><<)

also!! in your last kiss to dare?? gojo snippet… in your author’s note you wrote how gojo would kiss geto any day of the week, im curious of youll ever write a poly!stsg with reader? bc i can actually see that happening, theyre both menaces who love each other and it comes with no surprise they have someone to share with who can actually endure them and it shocks everyone around them😭😭🥹like gojo is a menace and everyone thinks geto is nicer.. but no geto is just as evil and cunning!! together they make a wicked duo and poor reader suffers from their neverending schemes🙁

OMG WOW I CANT EVEN EXPLAIN PROPERLY HOW HAPPY THIS MESSAGE MADE ME ?? LIKE FUCK YEAH IM GLAD YOU LOVE IT AS MUCH AS I DO !!!! and you GET it DUDE !!!!!!

gojo is the biggest piece of shit!! he's clingy!! he's immature!! he's possessive and jealous and honestly a bit toxic but he means well he really does <3 he just worries about his girl (hehehe !!) and he does not like her keeping secrets from him. i mean she doesn't like doing it either buuuuut you gotta do what you gotta do when you're suddenly a single mom LMFAO

there's a LOT of tbah still to come. it's a slow burn but i've also got it so loaded with plot that there were times i was almost distracted by the other drama i got carried away with it lmfao but this series is my BABY rn so seeing it get such praise make my heart soar!! <3 i hope you continue to love it !!

ALSO i could be curious and dabble in some poly!satosugu x reader some day! i'll keep it in mind :)

as always thank you for the kudos, and happy happy reading !! <3

[itsjaywalkers]

never read a cheating fic bc i just cant take my ship purposely hurting each other by being with someone else soo on the scale 1-10 how angsty would you say it is? because it might not be my thing but i do want to give it a try since i love you writing. if it feels like too much of a spoiler feel free to ignore this

oh nonnie, i totally get that, cheating fics aren’t for everyone and that’s okay <3 still, i appreciate u loving my writing to the point you’re willing to give it a try🥹 it means a lot, truly, but please don’t force yourself if it’s a trope you genuinely dislike, or that makes u upset!!!

angst wise, i’d say it’s like a 7??? but i’m not sure i can be trusted considering i’m the one writing it😭 i can assure u it’ll be a happy ending tho (sort of) in case that’s any consolation!!

giving u a more in depth explanation about the cheating under the cut!!

reg and james cheat on their partners with each other A Lot throughout the whole series. james doesn’t do it consciously, bc reg is his exception and what they do doesn’t really count as cheating to him. but reg is perfectly aware the whole time, and still does it again and again, bc it’s james, and how can he not. neither of them feel very guilty about it

reg doesn’t date THAT much, but james does have a lot of partners, and i understand why u wouldn’t enjoy seeing ur ship with other ppl. but the thing is that . u usually don’t get more than a brief mention or a very short scene, in which james’ internal monologue is filled with ‘regulus regulus regulus’ even when he’s with his gf of the moment. the whole point of this story is that they’re codependent and obsessive, so they can never stay away from each other for long. most of the time, it feels like they ARE together, even tho they really aren’t, not until the end

regarding them hurting each other . well . that’s a more tricky subject. reg suffers quite a lot since the beginning, but then again, and since everything is from james’ pov, u can only make assumptions through what he says to james or how he behaves around him. we, as readers, get a bit more insight, bc we can read between the lines while james remains oblivious BUT he’s still quite the unreliable narrator . so

james ends up very hurt too, but it happens more towards the end, and like i said, it’s not the kind of angst in which they give each other the cold shoulder or distance themselves y’know

anyways, i hope this was helpful darling, and if u have any more questions or need some clarification about anything, please let me know <3

[gretagerwigsmuse]

alexa! i loved how you reworked the whole toxic, jealousy boyfriend trope with this! because you can totally see where bradley was coming from and why he wanted to help sg, but the depth you gave it was so good! like yeah punching someone in the navy in a navy bar surrounded by people in the navy isn’t the smartest idea, but then when you add the whole underlying reason why she’s mad at him, it’s so good! more below 💕

Bradley really hoped you’d be up for leaving soon. He wouldn’t mind taking a dip in the pool at your apartment. Or better yet, getting you to join him for a cool shower. - ughhhhhh this sounds absolutely divine, both options

He’d taken advantage of your surprised laugh to back you up against your front door to get his mouth along the column of your neck. He’s always been a big picture kind of guy. And he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was tugging open that bow between your breasts with his teeth. - ENOUGH! already ENOUGH!!! i want to wear a frilly little tank with a bow and have my big broad and brawny boyfriend make out with my against my front door! it’s not fair! it’s too early in the fic to have me feeling this way! also ‘big picture guy’ has me kicking my feet giggling

Part peacocking, part coping. While he’s never been the type to shy away from being the center of attention, he’d also found it was easier to breathe in the spotlight. Because with everyone’s eyes on him, it was impossible to feel alone. - why are you making me want to jump off my fire escape this early! that’s what i always say about it! i’m sorry to everyone else who thinks he just likes the attention, but they’re wrong! it’s because he’s lonely! sweet boy

Only now he gets to sing it directly to the girl who’d given him the sheet music to the song in the first place. - ENOUGH!

There’s a trail of spilled cocktails and beers in his wake as he unapologetically weaves through the tightly crammed bodies that separate him from you. If anyone has an issue with him later, they can put a refill on his tab. - the absolute chaos this man is causing!? i totally get why he’s alarmed with the guy putting his hand on her, it’s different than just a poor comment. but i have a feeling things are about to go downhill

The man is big, but Bradley is bigger. And he outranks him. - sorry but H-O-T-T-O-G-O snap and clap and touch your toes raise your hands now body roll dance it out you’re hot to go

“No, kid, I’m handling it for you.” This asshole was Bradley’s problem to deal with now. - oh bubs, no no no no no

“Bradley, stop. I told you, I’ve got it.” Your voice is clipped, tight. “Let me take care of it.” - IT’S LIKE A CAR ACCIDENT I CANT LOOK AWAY

For a moment, Bradley isn’t at the Hard Deck anymore. He’s standing in Jason Cameron’s kitchen, where the smell of weed and cheap alcohol and Axe hung heavy in the air. - NOT A DARK DAYS FLASHBACK OH SHIT

When he shakes off the memory and returns back to his body, he’s almost surprised to see the broken bottles on the floor and not shards from a sliding glass door. - ooooo this is such a good visual!!

He needs a moment to work off his anger and get his head back on straight before he comes to check on you. - the sad part is he does almost everything right? like he knows he should be abashed talking to penny, he cleans up the glass, rights the table and chairs, he knows he has to cool down and work off the adrenaline, but he still doesn’t do everything right, he’s so close but he’s so oblivious to the real issue

“That’s my girl and that guy wasn’t listening.” Nat lifts a pointed eyebrow at him, “Sounds familiar.” - honestly the poor girl has to deal with all their shit, i just know she wants girlfriends and to have a nice night out where the floors aren’t sticky and she can wear a cute outfit without the guys giving her shit (affectionate)

He’d love nothing more than to pull you into his lap in one of the Adirondack chairs to watch the last glimmering moments of golden hour with you in his arms. - i would also love nothing more than this

Bradley wants to skip over this part to where the two of you are back on the same page. He wants to skip to the part where he gets to see your dimples and hear you laugh. - god i love how you write him. he’s perceptive and Good, but he’s still such a Boy?

“I really don’t want to hear it. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad at you,” you fume. “Not even in high school when you got in that stupid fucking fight at that Homecoming party when I had to take you to the hospital.” - i like that they both think of this! it’s such a good invisible string, we’ve been there from the start and seen each other at our worst moment

“I have always had your back, and I will always have your back.” - oh bubs! you’re so close! having her back is knowing when she’s got it - especially when she explicitly tells you

and if he has his way he’ll be looking out for you until his number is up. - ENOUGH

Like you didn’t care about what I wanted. You have never treated me like that before.” Guilt makes his stomach churn. “You and I both know that’s not true,” he replies. It’s an uncomfortable truth. - SAY IT WITH ME ‘DARK DAYS DARK DAYS DARK DAYS’

“But tonight? Tonight, you made me feel small. And you’re the very last person I thought who’d ever make me feel that way.” - YOU KNOW THE CONCEPT OF ‘SMALL’ IS MY FAVE THING! like it’s right up there with ‘less than’ and perfectly describes this situation ughhhh

He never thought he’d be the guy who makes you cry. - ‘does he make you laugh?’ ‘he doesn’t make me cry’ GO OFF TESS OCEAN DAMN

“You can be mad at me, kid,” Bradley murmurs, “But just let me hold you.” - ‘kill me kill me kill me kill me’ cc janet from the good place. i would like to be held by him! and love that she lets him! i’m envisioning that scene from normal people when they’re in italy and connell talks marianne in his arms 🥺 and the fact that it’s a hug with her arms around his stomach!?!!!

“Because I l-like you so much.” - SHE WANTS TO SAY IT!!! she’d hate herself for saying it in this situation tho. and also i LOVE (ironic) like confessions! they’re so sweet and genuine and pure

“…Help me to understand.” - i like that he kind of pushes her here? like he could’ve just been like i don’t want to mess things up more and let it be especially with their fight, but he takes the risk and pushes her

You look away from him towards the ocean, the sunset paints you golden. Bradley knows you’re collecting your thoughts, so he waits. - the way she tells bradley about jake seems to real, the dialogue there is so good! the pacing was perfect

and he hated the idea that someone had been careless with it before it made it into his safekeeping. - MADE IT INTO HIS SAFEKEEPING GET OUT OF HERE WITH THAT!?!! god i wanna write that pretty

“But you, Bradley, say the right things and mean them. You show me how important I am to you, with or without an audience. No one has ever made me feel as special as you do.” - ‘and bradley had the best personality’ god she likes him so much, i can feel her hurt even in his pov

He doubles over with an overexaggerated oof and then tilts his head up at you and winks with a smile. - this was cute! it lightened the mood, but didn’t feel too cheesy? and ofc it brings back the whole invisible string bit with him teaching her how to throw a punch

It’s the same sound when he twirled you around the dance floor when you were nineteen at your mom’s second wedding. - THE END OF THE DARK DAYS!!!!!

You softly shake your head at him. “I’m just right for you. And you’re just right for me.” - this goes back to the ‘like’ confession, it’s just so sweet and honest

No one’s ever had him, not like the way you do. - this reminds me of something!? i’m gonna figure it out (edit: it’s so high school)

“Damn. I forgot the kid is a straight hustler,” Jake says, clearly impressed. - wait i LOVE this ending!!! the callback is so cute!! and bradley’s so proud of her!

That’s My Girl

Summary: Bradley has been looking after you for longer than he can remember. You’ve always been his favorite person. So when some guy makes an unwelcomed move on you, that last thing he’s going to do is just sit back and watch it happen.

Pairing: Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x Female Reader

Length: 6.7K

Warning: language, male chauvinism, allusions to smut, some angst with a happy ending

(author's note: this is a fic is set in the 'Like I Can' universe, however it can be read on it's own!

In hindsight, Bradley should have known how rowdy the crowd at the Hard Deck was going to be tonight.

Sailors fresh off a several months long deployment were always a boisterous bunch. But Sailors fresh from a deployment during San Diego Fleet Week were a different thing entirely.

The bar is packed and humid, even with the doors and windows opened for the Pacific breeze. Penny’s old air conditioning unit might be on its last legs because Bradley’s shirt is sticking to the skin of his back. He’d nearly lost his mind when he’d seen that bead of sweat work its way down your neck and between your breasts when you’d pressed a kiss to his cheek and told him you were getting a refill and asked if he wanted anything.

Bradley really hoped you’d be up for leaving soon. He wouldn’t mind taking a dip in the pool at your apartment. Or better yet, getting you to join him for a cool shower.

It wasn’t the just the deep v of your tank top- or those sweet little embroidered flowers along the edges of it- that hand his fingers twitching to touch you. Although he liked those too.

It was that damn bow.

When Bradley had picked you up from your apartment earlier this evening and seen you wearing that, he’d given you a wolf whistle so loud it had caused your neighbor’s dog to start barking.

He’d taken advantage of your surprised laugh to back you up against your front door to get his mouth along the column of your neck. He’s always been a big picture kind of guy. And he knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until he was tugging open that bow between your breasts with his teeth.

You’d all but sighed his name as your fingers tangled in his hair.

Bradley.

And just as he’d reached your collarbone, you’d pulled him back up to your mouth like you were going to kiss him and murmured Later against his lips before slipping past him, like the menace that you are, leaving him to chase after the trail of your perfume.

You knew what you were doing, that was for damn sure. He’s always been a sucker for a bow. And for you.

Bradley had more than appreciated the extra sway you’d put in your hips just for him as you walked down your hallway towards the elevator. He’d grinned to himself as he set off after you, because at the end of the night, his girlfriend would be coming home with him.

Earlier in the evening, Coyote had been fast to claim the cluster of tables that some Butterbars had left to close out their tabs, most likely onto their way to the next stop of many for the night. It was lucky timing, because there’d been a nonstop steady stream of people making their way into the unofficial designated Naval watering hole for Fleet Week. There was a mix of civilians, Naval regulars who are stationed at North Island, and the visiting Sailors dressed in their uniforms on liberty. Bradley wasn’t sure how many more bodies could be packed in until some of the worn wooden shingles of the bar started popping off.

The lively and loud atmosphere of Fleet Week was something that Bradley had typically enjoyed in the past. He liked seeing people cut loose and laugh as they swapped stories with their friends and families. And he’d been happy to do his part to add to the good times, having been pulled to the piano twice already.

Over the years he’d built up a curated collection crowd-pleasers for occasions just like this. Part peacocking, part coping. While he’s never been the type to shy away from being the center of attention, he’d also found it was easier to breathe in the spotlight. Because with everyone’s eyes on him, it was impossible to feel alone.

So much has changed for him since getting permanently stationed in San Diego. And all for the better. That loneliness was a thing of the past, because now when he played, he was surrounded by all of his favorite people

But Bradley still ends his impromptu sets the same way he always has, with Jerry Lee Lewis. Only now he gets to sing it directly to the girl who’d given him the sheet music to the song in the first place.

The same one, he’s realized, who hasn’t returned back from getting her refill yet.

Bradley takes a quick glance around the corner of the bar they’d laid claim too. Bob, Fanboy, and Payback were lounging against the side of the pool table chatting up some of the visiting Sailors, since there wasn’t enough room to actually play a round without taking someone out with one of the cues. Coyote was leaning over the jukebox flipping through the albums with a pretty civilian who was out with her friends that he’d met and was clearly trying to impress. And Jake and Nat were seated with him at one of the tall round tables taking about the new Top Gun students, where your chair next to him was still empty.

Everyone was accounted for, except you.

There are so many people packed around the edges of the bar that it takes him a moment to find you. He thought maybe you’d been held up by Penny or Jimmy or some other familiar face, but he doesn’t recognize the man who standing way too close to you. But the firm press of your lips tells him everything he needs to know.

He sees the next moment playout as if it’s in slow motion. Watching as you attempt to take a step back, only for the guy to wrap his hand around your wrist to keep you from moving away. Bradley sees you glance down at that hand on you, and back up at the stranger. He knows that look in your eyes as you shake out of his grip. You aren’t just annoyed, you’re pissed.

Bradley slams his beer down and shoves his stool back.

He hears Jake curse behind him, “Oh, shit.”

Chair legs screech against the wooden floor as his friends hustle to follow after him, but he doesn’t wait for them to catch up.

There’s a trail of spilled cocktails and beers in his wake as he unapologetically weaves through the tightly crammed bodies that separate him from you. If anyone has an issue with him later, they can put a refill on his tab. But right now, his only goal is getting to you.

He doesn’t slow for a second. He just struts right up and steps in between you and the other man.

“Do we have an issue here?” he rasps, folding his arms over his chest.

Bradley takes the guy in with a hard glower. The name tape on his uniform reads Wilson. A LTJG, based on his shoulder boards, from one of the visiting ships. The man is big, but Bradley is bigger. And he outranks him. The guy might not know it yet, but it was just another thing he was planning on making crystal clear.

You put a hand on his tense shoulder. “Everything is fine.”

“It sure as shit doesn’t seem fine.” He doesn’t take his glare off of Wilson. “I think it’s time for you to go now.” He jerks his chin towards the front door.

“We’re just having a friendly conversation,” the other man drawls, sending him a wink. The implied innuendo makes Bradley’s jaw clench. There wasn’t anything “friendly” about the way he’d been using his size to keep you trapped at the bar.

The guy is trashed. There’s a blankness behind his eyes that Bradley doesn’t like the look of. He must have pre-gamed before going out because Penny and Jimmy weren’t ones to overserve.

“No, what you’re doing is paying your tab and leaving this bar.” It’s an order.

“Bradley.” You say his name like a warning. “I’m handling it.”

You pull on his shoulder, but he shrugs you off.

“No, kid, I’m handling it for you.” This asshole was Bradley’s problem to deal with now. He’d tapped in the moment he’d seen the man touch you.

“I see.” Wilson’s gaze bounces back and forth between the two of you, an oily grin appears on his face. “You’ve already got someone for tonight lined up. Damn, you didn’t waste any time did you, sweet thing?”

Anger flares hot and bright in his stomach.

“You better watch your mouth,” Bradley spits, pointing a threatening finger.

The bar around him blurs around the edges, but the man in front of him only gets sharper in focus.

You step around him and tug on his arm. From the corner of his eye, he can see you shaking your head at him. “Bradley, stop. I told you, I’ve got it.” Your voice is clipped, tight. “Let me take care of it.”

He knows you want for him to let it go. To back off. And he’s about to- for you- because you want him to. But then he sees the guy’s eyes drop down to the exposed skin of your chest- to that bow between your breasts- and smirks.

It’s a look so filthy that even Bradley feels dirty. He operates out of instinct. Stretching his arm in front of you, he purposefully pushes you back behind him to where he knows Seresin is standing close by, trusting that his friend will move you out of the way.

“A barrack bunny like you must know her way around. I don’t mind another man’s sloppy-”

For a moment, Bradley isn’t at the Hard Deck anymore. He’s standing in Jason Cameron’s kitchen, where the smell of weed and cheap alcohol and Axe hung heavy in the air.

Bradley’s fist flies on its own.

He barely registers the moment his knuckles connect with the other man’s jaw. He doesn’t see the man stumble backwards into the table behind him. He doesn’t hear the surprised gasps or the sound of glass breaking or the thud as the man hits the floor. There’s only the color red and the sound of his own ragged breathing.

When he shakes off the memory and returns back to his body, he’s almost surprised to see the broken bottles on the floor and not shards from a sliding glass door.

The next few minutes are a flurry of chaos as Wilson’s friends come and scoop him off the floor to make their exit. From the looks of irritation on their faces, it seems like this might be an all too frequent occurrence. He makes a mental note to try and look up the man’s supervising officer. And if he can’t find them on his own, he’ll ask Mav to help.

He can feel dozens of eyes on him, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Bradley takes a moment to apologize to Penny. He avoids looking directly in her eyes, not wanting to see the disappointment he’s sure is there. The adrenaline is still coursing and sparking through his body. He needs a moment to work off his anger and get his head back on straight before he comes to check on you. But he knows you’re in good hands with his friends.

Without being asked, he rights the table and stools on his way to the supply closet to grab a broom and dustpan. He takes his time meticulously picking up the bits of broken glass off the ground before he sweeps the rest of it up as he waits for his heartrate to settle back down.

When he’s done, he spots Nat and Jake sitting at the bar top and heads towards them. But for the second time tonight, you’re not where you should be.

“That was some left hook, Bradshaw,” Nat says, pinning him with a flat look over the top of her drink.

He ignores the comment. “Have either of you seen my girlfriend?”

Jake lifts his hand up at about your height. “About this tall? Great smile? Dating a man that’s clearly punching?” He chuckles to himself. “No pun intended.” Those dimples of his are more grating than usual.

Bradley’s hand flexes in irritation. His quick fuse is on its way to being lit again.

“Seresin,” he barks, low on patience, “Where’d she go?”

The other man lets out a low whistle and shares a look with Nat. “She left out the side patio door like ten minutes ago. Looked like she was about to spit nails too.”

“Goddammit,” he mumbles under his breath. He turns to Phoenix. “Did she really look that pissed?”

She shrugs. “I’m surprised she didn’t punch you, I probably would have.”

Bradley’s mouth drops open. “For what? For defending her?”

All he did tonight was stand up for you when someone crossed a line and tried to get physical with you. He wasn’t ashamed for doing it, he’d do it again in a heartbeat.

“But did she want you to do that?” she asks, deliberately.

He doesn’t understand why Nat is giving him a hard time about this.

“That’s my girl and that guy wasn’t listening.”

Nat lifts a pointed eyebrow at him, “Sounds familiar.”

Bradley forces out a breath. “That was different and you know it.”

“All I’m saying is I think she was making herself pretty clear, but you chose not to hear her and did what you wanted anyways.” His teeth clench together as a rock lands hard in his stomach. “And from the sound of it, she wanted to handle it her own way.”

“Yeah, but…” You’re his, he wants to say, but holds back at the risk of sounding like the jealous boyfriend Nat thinks he’s being. Except he wasn’t being jealous, he just wanted to protect you.

“No buts, Rooster. You fucked up.”

Nat has always been a straightshooter. It was one of the things he’s always appreciated most about her, that and her keen ability to read people. He trusted her judgement. And if she feels this way, even if he didn’t necessarily agree with it, then the chances are very high that you do too.

“Shit.”

“Yeah, ‘shit’. Now go fix it.” She pats his shoulder once, and then gives him a shove to the side door they’d seen you leave from.

It’s cooler outside.

The ocean breeze feels good on his hot, sticky skin. Bradley feels like he can breathe a little easier without all those people milling around him.

You’re not hard to spot. To anyone else you’d a solidary figure facing the ocean, but he’d know the shape of you anywhere.

From what Seresin said, Bradley had figured you’d be half way down the beach. He’d been planning just to follow the trail of steam to find you. But you’re still as a statue with your arms wrapped around yourself as you stare out at the inky waves.

The noise from the bar is muffled inside the walls of the Hard Deck, but still slips out from the windows that are cracked open and follows him as he walks towards you. The sand shifts beneath his shoes with every step he takes. The tunes from Penny’s jukebox get carried away on the wind and are replaced with the gentle roar of the waves as he approaches you.

The days are getting longer and dusk is rolling in. The sun is hanging low in the sky. Not quite set, but well on its way. He’d love nothing more than to pull you into his lap in one of the Adirondack chairs to watch the last glimmering moments of golden hour with you in his arms. But knows that’s probably not in the cards for tonight.

The two of you have had fights before. Usually over stupid, inconsequential things. Arguing with you feels different now than when it did when you were just friends. Now that you’re his girlfriend, it feels like there’s more at stake. He knew he’d never forgive himself if he fumbled the best thing that’s ever happened to him.

Bradley wants to skip over this part to where the two of you are back on the same page. He wants to skip to the part where he gets to see your dimples and hear you laugh.

He stops just a few feet behind you. He knows you know he’s there, in that uncanny way you’ve always been able to sense him. The minutes tick by as he stands there and waits for you to acknowledge him. Or to turn around and shoot him that withering glare of yours. He’d take anything other than your silence.

But you don’t.

You give him nothing, which is almost worse.

It feels like a standoff.

He folds first.

“Sweet girl,” Bradley says, with a resigned sigh.

He doesn’t miss the way your whole body tenses at the sound of his voice.

“I don’t want to talk to you right now, Rooster.”

The way you say his callsign lands like a punch in the gut.

You’re only standing a few feet away from him, but it feels like the two of you are miles apart.

“C’mon, kid, that asshole is gone now. Come back inside.”

“Seriously?” you laugh bitterly, still refusing to look at him. “You’re seriously going to ignore me right now too? I said I don’t want to talk right now.”

He feels his jaw tick. “Look, I’m sorry,” he starts, still not feeling sorry in the least, “But-”

You put a hand up and whirl on him, shaking your head in disbelief. The thunderous look on your face would have a lesser man taking a step back, instead Bradley steels his spine and digs his feet into the sand.  

“I really don’t want to hear it. I don’t think I’ve ever been this mad at you,” you fume. “Not even in high school when you got in that stupid fucking fight at that Homecoming party when I had to take you to the hospital.”

He presses his lips together firmly. There was a time and place for a conversation about that night, the one where he’d earned the scars on his face, but it wasn’t here and now. It was a secret he’d kept to himself for nearly two decades, the only other person who’d known the full story was his mom. But telling you about it now would only make things worse.

You continue, like a freight train without brakes, “And you’d been drunk then. Not that that excuses anything. But you’ve had, what? Two beers tonight?” When you lift your eyebrows at him expectantly, he nods curtly in confirmation. “So tell me what the hell just happened in there?”

He swears that sharp flash of your eyes could cut glass.  A lick of heat bursts behind his sternum. Hot and fierce.

“He wasn’t backing off,” Bradley grits out, trying to summon the patience he doesn’t have. “What was I supposed to do? Give him a pat on the back and let him keep hitting on my girlfriend?” You scoff and he feels his pulse kick up in his throat. “I have always had your back, and I will always have your back.”

Bradley doesn’t understand why you don’t seem to understand that he’d do anything for you. He’s been looking out for you since your bike handlebars had iridescent tassels streaming from them, and if he has his way he’ll be looking out for you until his number is up.

“But that’s the thing, Rooster! You didn’t have my back in there,” you argue, stepping forward so you’re toe to toe with him. Your use of his callsign again chafes against his ears like sandpaper. “All you did was manhandle me out of the way to get at him and throw fists. I mean, Mav and Hondo would have let it slide if they’d been there to see that. But what about Cyclone? Would he? Why would you put your career at risk like that? What were you even thinking?”

You’re looking at him like you don’t know him, and he hates it. Because you’re the person who knows him best.

He runs a hand through his hair in agitation. He’s been trying to tame his temper, that caged animal that paced within the confines of the ribs in his chest. But his anger and frustration has been feeding off of yours, meeting it measure for measure.

“I wasn’t. I wasn’t thinking,” Bradley explodes, flinging his arms out to the side. “I’m not going to stop and make a damn pros and cons list while I watch some asshole being disrespectful and getting physical with you. It’s not going to happen, kid.”

“And I told you that I had it handled!” you exclaim.

The sound of the waves gets lost in the way both of your voices are raising with each and every parry in the verbal fencing match you’ve found yourselves in. This has escalated quicker than he ever could have expected, and all he wants is to find himself back on the same page with you.

“How am I the bad guy in all of this right now?”

“Don’t you get it? I’m not mad about you wanting you to be there for me, I’m mad about how you went about it. You literally pushed me out of the way and passed off to Jake, like my voice and feelings in that moment didn’t matter to you. Like you didn’t care about what I wanted. You have never treated me like that before.”

Guilt makes his stomach churn.

“You and I both know that’s not true,” he replies. It’s an uncomfortable truth.

That dark period after his mom died and how he’d treated you still haunted him sometimes. When he’d try to set fire to all the bridges around him, including his friendship with you. He hadn’t been worth knowing back then, but you’d never given up on him. He remembers it like it was yesterday, he’s never forgotten it. On the nights he couldn’t sleep, it was one of the many things that played out behind his eyelids like a highlight reel of all his worst moments.

Your eyebrows pinch together in confusion. He sees the moment it clicks for you because the fire that had been blazing behind those eyes he knows so well transforms into something softer. Something sadder.

“Bradley, I’m not going to hold onto something from when you were eighteen and hurting and heartbroken.” Your voice catches with emotion. “But tonight? Tonight, you made me feel small. And you’re the very last person I thought who’d ever make me feel that way.”

He can’t even enjoy hearing you say his name again, because you look so disappointed in him. The two of you stand there staring at each other, searching each other’s eyes as the waves rolling in along the shore fill the silence.

The way your lower lip wobbles steals the fight right out of him. All that righteous indignation that had been whirling in his chest is gone quicker than it came over him at the sight of the tears welling up along your lower lash line.

He’d let you down back then. And he’d let you down tonight too. He feels like he’s broken a promise to you, one he’d made with himself a longtime ago. Bradley wants to be the man whose shoulders you could lean on, the one you trusted to bet there to support you. He never thought he’d be the guy who makes you cry.

Bradley says your name tenderly. Every single letter of it is precious to him because you’re the most important person in the world to him.

The single tear that escapes the corner of your eye and rolls down your face cracks his chest wide open.

He holds out his hand for you, but you half-heartedly bat it away.

“No, I’m still mad at you,” you say, feebly. It’s unconvincing at best.

“You can be mad at me, kid,” Bradley murmurs, “But just let me hold you.”

He needs to know that you’ll still let him. That you still want him.

Bradley reaches out for you again and this time you let him pull you into his chest. And when you thread your arms around his torso and hold him just as tight that knot in his stomach loosens. He rests his chin on your head and releases a sigh. With you in his arms, he feels like his feet are finally back on solid ground.

He knows he owes you an apology, a real one this time. He knows that he’s fucked up, he understands where he went wrong. But he can’t shake the feeling that he feels like he’s missing something, that there’s another reason playing into why you’re so upset.

Every one of your quiet sniffles twists the knife that’s lodged itself between his ribs just a bit more each time.

He doesn’t know how long the two of you stand there wrapped up in each other, as he runs his hand up and down your back. There’s more to discuss, but he doesn’t rush you. He’ll hold you for as long as you need him to.

When you pull away, only far enough to look up at him, he takes the opportunity to gently cup your face in his hands. His thumb skims along the line of your jaw, your eyes are still watery.

“Sweet girl, why are you crying? I know you. Why does it feel like there’s more to this than just me being an idiot?” he asks, quietly. It still feels so fragile between the two of you.

“Because I l-like you so much. And I know you meant well, but I hated what happened tonight.” You wipe angrily at the fresh tears that streak down your face, like you’re irritated at them for them falling without your permission.  “My ex used to pull that kind of bullshit all the time and I always hated the way it made me feel.”

His hands fall from your face.

Your confession surprises him. “Jack?” Bradley asks, his eyebrows pulling together. You nod. “I thought you said he was fine? That the break up was mutual because things got stale between the two of you.”

It’s times like this where he’s reminded of just how much distance there between the two of you over the last decade before you moved to San Diego. Of how much of you he’s missed out on. All the little moments that made up someone’s life. There was only so much an email, or a text, or a call could do.

You sigh, heavily. “I’m realizing now that there were a lot of things I put up with Jack because I didn’t want to rock the boat.”

Bradley’s fingers flex involuntarily where his hands are resting your hips. He doesn’t know what to make of that admission.

“You got to give me more than that to work with, kid. Help me to understand.”

You run you hand along his forearm soothingly, like you can sense his unease. He slides his thumbs through the loops of your jeans, fixing himself to you.

“Jack was really good about wanting to show everyone that he was a good boyfriend. And he was- for a while.” You pause, pressing your lips together. “But there were a few times where we’d go out and he’d make a scene, like what happened tonight. Except instead of someone being an actual asshole, it’d be someone who’d started up some polite small talk with me as we waited in line. And it always became a bigger thing than it needed to be. Then afterwards, he’d make it seem like he was defending my honor or something, even though he knew I didn’t like the kind of attention and all the looks that came with it afterwards. But Jack was always about Jack, and he liked the hero edit his friends would give him.”

You look away from him towards the ocean, the sunset paints you golden. Bradley knows you’re collecting your thoughts, so he waits. When you’re ready, you turn back towards him. There’s a different kind of hurt reflected in your eyes, one that tells him tonight has opened up old wounds for you.

“He’d say all the right things around other people, but when it was just the two of us alone, I never got that side of him. At the time I believed he was saying them because he meant them, but I can see now that he never really showed me that he meant them. I took his words at face value and settled for them.”

You give him a self-conscious shrug. Like you’re embarrassed. But your big heart was one of the things he loved most about you, and he hated the idea that someone had been careless with it before it made it into his safekeeping.

Bradley swallows hard. That tonight reminded you of the low points in your past relationship is hard for him to hear. And knowing why, makes it even worse.

“I think, more than anything,” you continue, your voice much quieter now, “I’m just mad that I let myself get lost in that for so long. Like I knew I needed more and that I wanted more, but I kept putting him ahead of myself when he wasn’t doing that for me.”

You thread your fingers between his and squeeze them lightly. He squeezes yours back.

“But you, Bradley, say the right things and mean them. You show me how important I am to you, with or without an audience. No one has ever made me feel as special as you do. Like, you don’t buy me red roses because you think you should-”

“Wait,” he doesn’t mean to cut you off, but his mind has snagged on a critical detail, “I thought your favorite flowers were tulips?”

A soft smile coasts over your pretty face. “They are.” He loves the warm way you’re looking at him right now, tender and fond. “And that’s what I’m talking about. You show me all the ways you know me because you care about me and want to make me happy. You don’t treat me like I’m an accessory in your life. I mean, I didn’t feel like I could even hang art on the walls of the apartment I paid half the rent for without Jack having an opinion on it. And here you are letting me bring over kitchen towels and plants for you, and we don’t even live together yet.”

Yet. Such a small word, but it means so much to know that you’re envisioning the same future with him that he sees with you.

“I like that you do that. I want you to do that. I appreciate the way you show me you’re thinking about me too.” Bradley runs his thumbs over the back of your hands. “Although, I’d rather be the one buying them,” he says, only partly teasing.

You made his house feel like a home. He hadn’t had that in so long. He wanted you to have things there in his condo that you also liked and made you happy because he wanted you to stay. He couldn’t wait for the day the two of you shared one address instead of two.

“Does that mean I should return the throw pillows I found for you?” He spots a wink of your dimples. “They’re soft, but firm enough that you won’t hurt your neck when you inevitably fall asleep on the couch even though you claim you’re just ‘resting your eyes’.” He never wants you to stop teasing him.

“No,” Bradley chuckles. “They sound perfect, but you’re going to let me Venmo you for them.”

“Ok, fine,” you agree. Almost reluctantly.

God, he loves you.

He leans in to kiss you. Once. Twice. Soft, sweet.

Bradley lets go of one of your hands to settle on your lower back and press you closer to him, until there’s no space between your two bodies. And brings the other one, with your fingers still tangled with his up against his chest. Before resting his forehead against yours.

“I’m so sorry I made you feel like that tonight.”

“Thank you, I forgive you.” You set the hand not entwined with his on the side of his face, your thumb sweeps across his cheek. “But I need you to hear me when I say that I can hold my own just fine, Bradley. I know you want to have my back and look out for me, but please, just not like that. Even if your heart is in the right place, ok?”

He nods. “I hear you, sweet girl. It’s not going to happen again. I promise.” He turns his head and presses a kiss to your palm. And then lifts the one still in his up to his lips, and drops a kiss to the back it.

“Plus, you taught me how to throw a punch, remember? I’m pretty sure I broke a guy’s nose one time,” you grin.

“Atta girl,” he says with pride. It’s so much lighter between the two of you now. He takes a couple step back, letting go of you and giving you a not-so-subtle onceover. “Ok, hot shot, show me what you got.” Beckoning you over with both hands.

“I’m not going to punch you, Bradley.”

“C’mon, kid, show me how it’s done.”

You shake your head at him in amused disbelief. “You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“No ma’am.” He taps his finger on his abs. “Let’s see it.”

You roll your eyes at him fondly. Then you hook your thumb over the top of your fist, just like he showed you all those years ago. And you ever so slowly, ever so gently press your perfectly aligned fist into his stomach. It could hardly even be considered a graze.

He doubles over with an overexaggerated oof and then tilts his head up at you and winks with a smile.

“You’re ridiculous.” The sound of your laugh fills his lungs.

It’s the same sound when he’d toss you into the pool when you were twelve. It’s the same sound when he’d spin you on the big tire swing when you were fourteen. It’s the same sound when he twirled you around the dance floor when you were nineteen at your mom’s second wedding.

There’s not just a glimmer of your dimples anymore, the full force of them hits him right in the chest.

“Speaking of punching,” Bradley says, straightening back up. “Hangman thinks I’m punching up.”

“Oh, does he? Interesting,” you hum. Your eyes shine in amusement.

He grins. “He’s not wrong. You’re way out of my league.”

You softly shake your head at him. “I’m just right for you. And you’re just right for me.”

He couldn’t agree more, but you don’t give him the chance too because you’re threading your arms around his neck and pulling his mouth to yours. With you in his arms and his lips on yours, he feels whole. You weren’t just right for him, you were perfect for him. And he’d never stop trying to be the perfectly right man for you.

No one’s ever had him, not like the way you do.

You’d always had a special place in his heart, but now the whole thing belonged to you. It was yours for the taking. He knew it would be in good hands with you, and he wasn’t going to stop proving to you that he was the one to be trusted with yours.

“Do you want me to take you home or do you want to go back inside?” He asks against your lips.

You kiss him again. “Let’s go back,” you say, wrapping your arm around his waist. “You owe me a dance, you know.”

He drops an arm over your shoulder. “I do?”

“You do.”

“Well then, lead the way, sweet girl.”

After he twirls you around on the crowded makeshift dancefloor of the Hard Deck, you let him take you home. Where he apologizes to you again, but this time on his knees with your thigh thrown over his shoulder. And twice more in your bed for good measure.

But not before he got his teeth on that little bow of yours.

He never stood a chance against it.

𝐚 𝐟𝐞𝐰 𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬 𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐫

Bradley is about to line up his next shot at the pool table when Jake saddles up and nudges his shoulder.

“Looks like your girl has an admirer.” Hangman points with his beer bottle, directing Bradley’s gaze to the bar where someone is chatting you up.

He recognizes him from the most recent batch of Top Gun students. To call him overconfident would be an understatement. The guy is clearly as full of himself on the ground as he is in the sky, based on his body language as he monologues to you, all puffed up chest and cocky smiles.

If the guy had any common sense, he’d see that you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. It’s written all over your face.

“So it seems,” Bradley agrees, rests a hip against the table.

He’d noticed the guy checking you out. But it was pretty ballsy of the aviator to be leaning into you the way that he is, considering the two of you had arrived together and that Bradley had been the one tasked with doing some demonstration trainings with them earlier in the week.

The man makes some big gestures with his hands, he’s clearly reached the part of his story that’s meant to impress you. Bradley chuckles to himself when he sees the less than subtle roll of your eyes.

“Are you going to go all Rocky Balboa on his ass?” Jake asks with a knowing smirk.

You must feel their eyes on you, because you glance over in their direction.

He knows you can handle yourself, but he’ll be there if you want him to be.

Bradley lifts his eyebrow in a silent question. You give him a slight shake of your head and he nods.

“Nah, she’s got it.”

He sees the moment the guy fucks up and oversteps, because your eyebrows shoot up. You’re his sweet girl, but he knows the other guy is in for it when look that promises the best kind of trouble settles over your face.

His favorite menace.

Bradley watches on as you lean over the counter and ring the bell with enthusiasm.

A cheer goes up throughout the bar. He brings his fingers up to his lips and lets out a loud whistle.

You look rightfully smug as Penny points out the wooden sigh strung up between the beer taps to the confused Top Gun student whose bank account will be hurting in the morning.

“Damn. I forgot the kid is a straight hustler,” Jake says, clearly impressed.

“She sure is,” Bradley grins, still looking at you, “It’s a good thing she likes you or you’d be screwed.” He pats Jake’s shoulder reassuringly, before pressing the cue into his hands.

You return a few minutes later, with a tray of frothy, freshly poured beers for everyone wearing an all-to-pleased grin that lights up the whole bar.

He waits until the beers are safely on the table before threading a finger through your beltloop and tugging him to you.

“That’s my girl.”

Bradley tilts your face up for a kiss. It’s not his best work, you’re making it difficult for him since you’re too busy smiling.

He wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[moriartyluver]

OMGGG THE NEW CHAPTER WAS SO COOL??? I LOVED THE WHOLE VIBE FROM WHEN FL AND SHERLY WERE MAKING DEDUCTIONS ABOUT EACH OTHER, IT WAS LIKE SO BADASS FOR SOME REASON IDK WHY

Wait wait wait, what’s up with fl not eating? Like first she didn’t eat on her and liam’s ‘date’ then on the train and now on the noahtic too

ALSO HER BEING NATURALLY GOOD WITH CHILDREN IS SO SWEET, ESPECIALLY SENSE WILLIAM ALSO IS GOOD WITH THEM AND HAS A HUGE SOFT SPOT FOR THEM

I love how the beginning of this chapter was just a reminder of perfect fl and Liam are together aww

Albert was right about them being match made in heaven fr fr

Oh but seriously this whole chapter was amazing, I loved it sm

🎀.

I don’t know why but writing intelligent characters will forever be my favourite type of character to write. I cant bear writing stupid or oblivious ones though. I think that’s why I like writing for fl so much

Yknow how liam said that he smokes as a way of inflicting harm onto himself??

yeah

That’s all I’m gonna say about that.

It would be a shame if fl was infertile.. 😈

I’m not gonna do it dw. I think it’s flints interesting making her stress over having kids because whenever I see the fake married trope, I’ve not really seen much mention of children and what to do about them which annoys me because a lot of the women in that trope get married because of their family pressuring them (even if it’s not intentional) yet we never see offspring as a priority

Fl low-key had her childhood stolen away from her but it wasn’t her parents fault tbh. It was more her own choice to grow up faster than she should have and I think she sees children as herself sometimes.

Liam and fl being a power couple is soo real.

Thank you btw 🙏 😭

[omnidemidisaster]

Hatzgang + Spookeez fluff

I cant help it. ENEMIES TO HOMIES TROPE SOMETIMES JUST MAKE ME GO 😩. Also newgrounds references because I love that

"Candy"

Skid and Pump gleefully walked out of the Candy Club shop, holding two giant candy cans with delight. They began to walk to the graveyard when they turned a corner and heard some sniffling.

"Who's crying?" Skid asked Pump. Pump shrugged his shoulder. "Wanna go find out?" Pump asked, instantly getting pulled by the sleeve to go investigate.

They ended finding an ally with 3 figures where the sniffling became much more louder. Skid and Pump walked down the ally, oblivious to any dangers if there was any. They ended up seeing Roy, Ross and Robert on the ground, Ross and Robert trying to comfort a crying Roy.

"Oh- Hey dudes..." Ross greeted, barely looking away from his crying friend. "Is he okay?" Skid asked. He may not like Roy, but he isn't cold hearted. "Dont know, he won't say anything. He just wants us here for 'im" Robert explained.

Roy just continued to weep. Skid all of a sudden reaches in his candy can, pulls out a handful of sweets, and taps Roy on his leg. Roy looked up, wiping his eyes to be able to see, and saw a concerned Skid holding out candy to him.

Roy sat there shocked in silence. Didn't he hate him? Surely Skid would of ever since he hit them and stole from them. But here he is, holding out candy to him in an attempt to cheer him up.

Roy shakily took some of the candy off Skid's small hands. "T-Thanks I guess..." Roy mumbled out. Ross looked a little surprised. "Dude, he hasn't said a word to us for the past 10 minute" Ross commented.

Skid and Pump both sat in front of him. "Is he gonna be okay?" Pump asked. "Eventually" Robert responded. Roy started to eat some of the candy slowly. Robert noticed Roy's tears were drying and lessening.

"Hey, you feelin better?" Robert asked, his voice being breathy and softly. He sounded like he was trying to comfort a small child. Roy nodded, just eating the candy. Ross looked over at the two kids. "I guess you both calmed him down" Ross said.

The two kids looked happy to have stopped someone from crying. Roy repositioned his sitting position and put one of his hands on Skids head, softly petting him. Skid laughed a little as Roy pet his head.

"So, how ya feeling?" Robert asked Roy, hoping to finally get something out of him. "Better..." Robert smiled at that response. "That's good! Is it okay if you tell us what happened?" Roy looked down and shuddered. "Not in front of the kids but...its uh...you know..." Roy mumbled out.

Ross instantly caught on. "Oh shoot..." Skid and Pump looked confused. Robert moved closer to the kids. "Let's just say, his uncle is a very bad bully" Robert tried to explain to the innocent and obvious children.

"O-Oh. A bully?" Skid asked. "I don't wanna get hurt by a bully" Pump shakily said. Robert laughed a little, then picked them both up in his lap and held them.

"Well as long as your with us, we swear nothing will hurt you. Understand?" Skid and Pump nodded with a 'Mhm'. Ross looked over at the two boys on Robert's lap. "Heh, you were always better with kids" Ross compliment. "Its not my fault that you have social anxiety and the baby" Robert teased.

"I want you to look at me and listen to my voice and call me a baby again" Robert laughed at Ross's defensive words. "I ain't gotta see your face to tell your the baby. Your practically born with that baby face TM"

Roy started to laugh at their playful banter. Robert, Ross, and the two spooky boys looked at Roy, who was now laughing. "You two are so stupid" Roy chuckled out. Ross smiled. "Well, he's definitely feeling better" Ross commented.

"So, did we help him?" Skid asked Pump. "I think you both did" Ross said. Skid and Pump high fived each other. Roy suddenly got up, knocking both Ross and Robert unbalanced. "Cmon, I wanna go to that burger joint. I haven't eaten since breakfast"

"Since breakfast...Its 8pm right now!" Robert yelled. "Kay? How about we get some food?" Roy reinforced. "You both hungry?" Robert asked the two boys, still in his lap.

"Yea!" Robert lifted the two kids off his lap and stood up. As the 5 boys walked to the burger joint, Roy stopped, and took Skid and Pump behind him. Ross looked at him confused.

"You both go ahead, I gotta do something real quick" Roy said. He knelt in front of the two kids and hugged them.

"Thank you" Roy said, tightening his grip on the two. Skid and Pump were confused, yet happily hugged back.

"Yo! Roy, you still coming?" Robert yelled over at Roy. "Yea yeah, I'm coming" Roy yelled back. He picked Skid and put him on his shoulders while he held Pump in his arms. Skid grabbed onto Roy so he wouldn't fall off.

Bonus!

"So, what did you get in your box?" Skid asked Pump. "Oh! I got Steve! Who did you get?" Pump asked, holding the black and white army toy. "I think I got...Hominid" Skid asked himself, squinting to read the packaging.

"Yo! I think I have that one too!" Robert chirps in, looking at the toy. "I have that one and the one last year when it was released in rainbow" Skid looked at Robert with near stars in his eyes. "Woaah!"

Ross laughed at the 3. "Like I said, better with kids" Ross joked out, earning a punch on his shoulder from Robert. "Eh, its cute though. I'm surprised he wants to work in a floral shop instead of being a teacher or something. I feel like being with kids as a job would be heaven" Roy said, taking a huge sip of his milkshake.

"Same honestly. He seems like he would work with kids as a job but whatever makes him happy. What do you wanna do?" Ross asked Roy. "Eh, probably gonna end up working in an office or something. Never really thought of it" Roy shrugged. Ross sighed and looked back at the three.

Robert was now in the middle of the kids showing the boys something on his phone, clearly interesting the kids as they looked star struck and charmed. "Thats so cool Rob!" Pump yelled out. "I know right!"

Roy smiled and took another bite of his burger, just watching Robert mesmerizing the boys with something he doesn't see. Meanwhile Ross hummed to the music that played in the restaurant and drummed his fingers, clearly enjoying the food and his surroundings.

God he was glad he had these people in his life.

[winns-stuff]

read your post about rachel maybe having planed something because she soundsself aware sometimes and yea i get the same feeling like i cant read some dialogues wihout rolling my eyes (especially from minthe, demether or the workmates calling out the flaws in the main pairing and hades antics) maybe she knows whats wrong with her hxp but likes to keep it this way

hello hello, sorry for taking such an extremely long time to answer you by the way I didn’t want to ignore you but it’s been a lot of stuff happening lately (good things don’t worry) and it’s been making me a little busy. but anyways, yeah I agree with you completely there’s way too many chapters in LO that make me wanna pull out my leg hairs and blend it in a blender because it just annoys me so much (sorry for that disgusting image btw) nothing makes complete sense and the plot is so oblivious that I had to come up with that conspiracy theory to keep myself together.

I just don’t understand why she added the “mean lonely monster ceo (with a surprisingly “good heart”) falls for big booby innocent naive young sweet girl” trope if there wasn’t going to be any character development. that’s the whole point of the trope, once the evil guy meets the girl and spends time with her he stops being so mean because all he needed was love or whatever, but with LO it seems like the more time they spend together the more shitty they get as characters. this made me feel like Rachel made it that way on purpose to disprove the trope in a way, like to show the audience the bad side of it you know? or it would be smart if she actually did it like that.

second thing is the whole “persephone is 19 and all the gods think that hades going after persephone is weird” thing. like I’m so glad you’re acknowledging how fucking weird and disturbing it is but at the same time it seems like Rachel likes shit like that. I saw on of her older sketches of LO that she wrote about Hades going to Persephone’s baby shower and she made it a joke like someone was actually going to laugh at that shit. that’s disgusting that this man literally went to her own baby shower before she was even created by Demeter and pursued her when she was barely legal and away from her mom. I just don’t understand why Rachel jokes about stuff like that at her age, why are you (an adult with a fully functional brain) making fun of and even encouraging the sexual exploitation of minors being in relationships with adults as well? does anyone not even think that’s not the slightest bit disgusting? I stopped supporting Rachel a really long time ago but this just adds onto why I feel such discomfort with her work really, she brings these worrying topics knowing that they’re not good at all and she romanticizes them. no one is asking or begging her to she’s doing this on her own..

I’ve got some more to but i’m so tired, in a good way. but that’s all for today, thanks for submitting this!

[virtual-luvr]

Sleepover

Pairing: Saiki x Reader

Pronouns: he/him; male reader

Content: one bed trope, fluff, confession

Description: late night confessions in bed

Notes: finished season 1 and I'm in love with him so I had to

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As the door clicks open you hear a loud screech from inside, smiling nervously you peak through and see where the screech came from.

Soon enough the door blows wide open and a dark haired woman squeezes you like there's no tommorow.

"Im so glad my little Kusuo has a boyfriend! Never in a million years was I expecting this, I always hoped he had some special romance in high school. You look so dreamy I bet everyone at school is all over you im so glad you chose Kusuo!!"

She hugs you with the strengths of all gods combined and jumps and down, you had met before but she's been awfully strange for a bit now.

Especially with the fact that you aren't Kusuo's boyfriend

.

.

.

Yet.

You give her a soft smile as she puts you down, ignoring the boyfriend part. Instead you send a wave towards Saiki who's behind the wall staring at the events that unfolded.

He notices your stare and walks away, probably to his bedroom.

Soon another finger sprints down the hallway towards you and Saiki's mother.

"Its so nice to see you again, it seems like you and Kusuo are such good friends cant wait to have you again. Have fun today boys! Must get going I have such a handful of work to do" and just as fast as he had come in, now he's gone.

Saiki's mother has a big smile set on her face, she looked so incredibly happy at the moment.

"You boys let me know if you need anything okay? I have snacks, cakes, coffee jelly, oo and drinks- !"

You let her keep talking for a bit before cutting her off as you knew how excited she gets and gave her a polite thank you before taking your shoes off and walking towards Saiki's room.

Pressing your knuckles to the door before getting ready to knock and ask if you could come in, it opens on it own.

"Its nice to see you again Saiki, I'm glad we get to spend some time together"

Setting your bag on the floor, you sit yourself on the end of his bed as he shuffles towards his TV.

He nods his head as an answer to what you said before sitting down infront of his shelf and starts to look through some of his video games.

After a while of him shuffling through his video games you stand up and go sit down beside him. Sitting shoulder to shoulder, occasionally bumping against eachother a bit as you both look through the games together.

'Hes really warm' you thought, oblivious to the fact that he can hear your thoughts.

A small smile is set on your face as you get to enjoy some quality time with Saiki, he only looks back at you for a bit before going back to choosing a game.

The reason it was taking him so long was the fact that, even though almost all of them were incredibly old maybe even boring games, he still had a long selection. And as they were old, not many were actually able to be played with more then one player.

So you both say there for a while looking through the list before you were able to find one that was suitable for both your tastes, and was multi-player.

The two of you grab separate controllers before sitting back down together again, shoulder to shoulder, and starting up the game.

It was a fun game, it might have been an oldie but at least it's more of a classic right? You teased Saiki when he died and he just grumbled under his breath, nudging you when you died as a sign of teasing you too.

Soon enough you guys had finish the whole video game and it was night out. There was no longer any sun out and rain started to hit the window in Saiki's room.

Your stomachs grumble and you both look at eachother, you tilt your head to the side as Saiki thinks.

"Do you want popcorn?"

Nodding up and down rapidly you both stand up and walk towards the kitchen.

Saiki gets a bowl as you look for the popcorn. As you grab it you go back towards the microwave and standing behind Saiki, awfully close.

He slinks down towards the microwave as he mentally panics, even if he expected it there wasn't much he could do to stop you from doing it, he didnt exactly mind it either.

You stay close to him as the popcorn gets made, you barely even noticed, or at least you acted you didn't.

When the popcorn was done you both walked over to the living room and picking out a movie, he'd already seen it a bunch of times because of his parents but you wanted to watch it so he went with it.

Before starting out the movie you let out a gasp, "Saiki I forgot to give you this, here, I brought you some coffee jelly as a thank you gist for letting me sleep over"

He almost lets a tear slip, his eyes widen a little before he grabs the coffee jelly from your hands and slips a small thank you.

You both ate as you watched the movie, both of Saikis parents silently lurking behind a wall tears forming in their eyes as they sniffle and smile at the two of you.

The movie ends and the two of you cleaned and freshened up, then go back to Saiki's room.

You look around the room and notice a slight problem. They had no left over beds or inflatable ones either. Now what were you going to do. You were close with Saiki but you never knew how Saiki felt about being so close you in a bed.

Saiki knew exactly what you were thinking, litteraly, and let out a sigh.

"We can sleep in the bed together, it's fine. Unless you mind?"

"No no no, I don't mind at all really. It's fine by me"

He nods before getting into the bed, giving you a good amount of space as he stares at the wall.

You let out a shaky sigh before grabbing the sheets on the bed and get in.

Saiki could hear your heart beating rapidly, even his own was acting different then normal.

He tried his best to fall asleep but nothing worked. You shuffle a bit and try to get comftorable but nothing worked for you either.

At some point you both turn towards eachother and stare at eachother in a bit of shock, not expecting to meet eachothers eyes.

"Uhm Saiki i-"

"Call me Kusuo" He interupts you

"What?" You say, not expecting him to tell you that.

"Call me Kusuo. You don't have to call me Saiki, we're friends after all right?"

His words make you think, in your mind you wanted to be more then friends, and now he knew that.

It actually makes Kusuo smile.

"Kusuo I need to tell you something"

He already knew what you were going to say but he still wanted to hear you say it, so he lets out a hum as a sign to tell you to keep going.

"I don't want to be, just friends. I want to be more then that and I think even your mom wants that too-"

Kusou flicks your forehead playfully, making you backtrack and go back to what you actually wanted to say.

"What I mean is, I like you"

Kusuou stares at you with a small smile on his face, he probably hadn't even noticed, and it wasn't something you saw often from him.

The silence was loud but wasn't there for long, Kusuo had read your mind and heard something that made him happier then he's been in a while.

'I really wanna kiss him right now'

He strings his hands in your hair and leans in, closing the gap between you and kissing you.

Not too much but not any less, you sigh into the kiss and almost sink into the bed. You were so relieved he liked you back, and while Kusuo didn't show it much, he was just as relieved and happy as you.

After all, the only reason his mother called you his boyfriend was because he was only mentioning you.

[1434 words; sep/30/21]

[pluviophile-imagines]

Congrats on your two year anniversary!! And I hope your next year will be just as wonderful or even better ^u^

I absolutely loved reading Talk Too Much, there’s something about the trope where Reader is oblivious about the character’s hero status that I really enjoy and you wrote it so well! I was wondering, how did you come up with all of the merch that Midoriya wore throughout the fic?

ty ze!!!! im sure it will be 🥺🥺🥺

I LOVE THAT TROPE TOO not to. sing myself praises but. i adore the trope yet i find that i can rarely read it bc i also usually cant stand readers being too much of a dumbass? at a certain point im like ok ur just stupid bye KJHBASDF its a careful tightrope is what i mean, but when i find fics i like that utilize that trope i rlly adore them (pspsps on that note..... if u havent already, check out @andypantsx3's unconventional, its also a deku fic with that trope and she's just announced that the last part is coming over the weekend!) and i figured fuck it, if i want something done a specific way, well, im an author i gotta do it myself LMFAOOO

midoriya's merch was inspired by a number of things! firstly, @ofmermaidstories' deku fic something (just like this) on ao3, where deku's first appearance is in a shouto hoodie like the one described in mine and a froppy hat—a similar meeting where the reader doesnt know he's the Deku! that scene in merm's is inspired in turn by this art by @/min-min-minnie. Aside from the shouto hoodie which connects all three works, the merch i described all came from my lil noggin LMFAO i felt like wearing hero merch in particular would throw anyone off the scent of that-cute-hero-fan-over-there being Deku, Number One Hero; plus its just. adorable as hell and totally in-character bc at his core deku is still the biggest fanboy of all his friends. there r a few obvious choices: headphones for jirou, a fancy watch for momo, umbrella for tsu. i think my choices for those were p obvious! the rest were more standard merch choices (tho the clear umbrella was just bc those r rlly popular in animes and i thought it was funny LMFAO)

the cufflinks came about bc there was originally gonna be a longer scene where he comes in in a suit and the reader has a "oh no hes hot" moment, and then teases him about having to put away the hero merch for a day—only for him to expose himself for having spent a small fortune on a pair of limited edition all might cufflinks that were made wrong (queue the reader going on no hes hot and rich im screwed KJAHBF). i ended up cutting it (tbh i cut a lot from Talk Too Much, bc i wanted to get it out by his birthday and so i ended up breezing over a lot of the cutesy slow burn scenes...... i make up for it in the final scene tho, never said this but that bit where he kneels and then kisses the reader's knee...... still gets me, as arrogant as it sounds 😳 i think its one of the hottest things ive written) but rest assured that still occurred in canon. if u want me to go into detail, i imagined them as being a collab with some luxury company, a limited run with only a few (like fifty or a hundred) made and like fifteen being made incorrectly—they'd have all might's chest design on them, and the incorrectly made ones have the red & blue mixed up. there was a lil story abt how deku hunted for them, found a set with the correct coloring at an online auction and almost got them only to be outbid at the last moment, and then managed to come across a different set with the wrong coloring (the more expensive version, as is usually the case for collectors) at a random thrift shop. and gave the owner the amount he originally bid with, bc hes deku KJAHBSD OK THAT WAS A LOT i promise im done

send in your favorite moment from one of my fics and i’ll give you a director’s commentary!

[shipuu]

So i find tratie adorable so this how i think they got together

We are gonna make this realistic not that “fell in love when we were 16 and somehow managed to stay together through everything”. Nothing wrong with that trope. But like i said ~~realistic

Katherine gardner - originally from washington dc. She went to gerogetown uni.

She has always been passionate about the plants and first decided to major in Agricultural Studies, but then she didnt really like it.

So she switched to environmental studies. Not exactly about plants per se. But still related to the environment.

She sees the way humans are destroying the world and genuinely wants to help

Shes got good friends in college, sleeps around a little bit. Has a good relationship with her father.

Extremely hard working. Work ethic 1000000. Graduated with honors. Got a job at an enviromental consultancy firm in new york.

Travis off to college. I believe he went to a college in ny to be close to CHB and connor. Probably a community college seeing as he couldnt afford other unis

Nothing wrong with that. His relationship with his mom is rocky. So she wouldn’t be able to help out.

Majored in business administration. He takes it lightly his first year, seeing as how he isn’t used to the education system because he lived at CHB his whole life.

He genuinely wants to be successful. To have a life for himself and connor. So after first year kicks his butt, he works hard and raised his GPA the following years.

Extremely good at math and numbers. He steal messes around, playing pranks on people but nothing harmful. Also sleeps around a lot. (Nothing wrong with that)

Malcolm pace made an offhanded comment about how travis should start a new club at uni called “how to steal” and he considers it before shoving the idea away.

During the summer, he helps chiron with any business related things (tax forms, buying shirts, selling strawberries). Connor and him still play a lottttt of pranks

Graduated with honors. Lives in brooklyn With connor who is currently attending college. They still visit CHB from time to time.

So this one time, he steals something but then gets caught. Nothing expensive. A petty offence really. He calls chiron up to save his ass but chirons like NOPE.

So he gets charged. And the court gives him community service since it really was a petty offence.

He has to work with those “plant a tree” volunteer services during the weekend.

Katie is also volunteering there for fun and mostly because during the weekend, she has time to spare.

Travis goes there and is genuinely surprised to see her since he hasnt seen her in 4 years. ( she doesnt visit CHB as often. And even when she does she doesnt see the stolls)

Katie is genuinely surprised too.

First day, they dont talk the whole morning- just planting trees. Katie is still curious as to why he is here. So by the afternoon she asks him.

Shes isnt one bit surprised about the stealing thing. She also forgave them about the Easter Bunny cabin incident as it was 8 years ago??¿¿

Hes kinda nervous and blushing when he tells her the truth. Tbh he had a tiny crush on her back when they were teens. But it sorta went away, as they didnt interact much.

They catch up and its mostly just small talk. The next day, they talk more and katie realises travis has changed. He isn’t as annoying anymore. Travis also realises that katie has changed as she doesnt lecture and scold people anymore. Shes become more chill

The volunteering thing is over so they exchange numbers, promising to keep in touch. However over text, their convo is dry seeing as they arent THAT close and with their busy adult lifes. They slowly drift apart.

Fast forward another year. Katie works at her environmental firm and they start a new project. The firms brings in business consultants because the project has to be a success. One of the consultants is obvio TRAVISSSSSS.

Again both of them are surprised to see each other. Like always they dont really talk in the beginning. Mostly small talk. But then they get paired together for a part of the project.

So then it begins, late nights, coffee runs, laughter at 11pm in the office. Trying to work on numbers and investors and getting the most out reach on this project.

They get to know each other on a much higher level. They start to like each other but wont say anything.

Travis admits katie is gorgeous. And katie admits travis is handsome (not to each other. They just think about it)

2 months later, katie invites travis over to work on the project, trying to come up with an action plan. He brings over beer. And they settle in. Its 2 am. And they both are tipsy.

The project is long forgotten, and start talking about weird things like is cereal soup? Is gucci even worth it?

Its 2 am. Katies apartment is dim because of the lighting. They are both drunk. Sitting on the floor, extremely close to each other. Travis find hers absolutely gorgeous. Her cheeks are flushed coz of the alcohol. And shes wheezing so hard coz of what he said.

Katie thinks he looks hot as hell. And with his knowledge on business she finds him 1000 times more attractive.

Travis kisses her first, he pulls back about to apologise, before katie grabs him by the shirt and kisses him back. They have drunk sex on the carpet.

When travis wakes up the next morning, he realises he fucked up. Sleeping with a coworker. What was he thinking? You dont mix business and pleasure.

So he leaves her apartment. And when katie wakes up to see him not there she is kinda hurt.

They see each other in the office next day. And travis cant make eye contact with her. Katie is super confused because she thought he had a good time.

When everyone goes to lunch. She grabs travis and pushed him into a broom closet. And practically interrogates him.

Travis admits he likes her and she says the same. They’re super close to each other(coz of the tiny closet). The electricity in the air is charged. And they kiss again.

Travis doesnt wanna have sex in a closet so he picks her up, slams her on a table in the closet, bunches her tight skirt around her hips, and goes down her.

And katies just trying not to moan loudly. But failing miserably. Travis stoll knows how to eat pussy.

The rest of the day is filled with luscious glances, slight touches, her putting her hand on his thigh under the table and slowly inching upwards.

They meet up that evening at her apartment. And they agree to start dating. They keep it lowkey not yet telling connor.

After 1 month, they tell connor who btw called it from day one. He’s extremely happy for them.

Travis gets a bit jealous when guys flirt with katie and vice versa. But the two them only have eyes for each other.

Katie gets paired with another guy from the office for some work. Travis also notices that the guy checks katie out a lot, even though she is oblivious.

because of their conflicting work schedules, and how they never get to see each other. Katie working on the project with “that guy”travis is busy with his work, and helping connor out in his senior year. Late nights where they miss each other so much

And thats when their first real fight happens. Hes yelling. Shes yelling. Travis gets insecure that katie doesnt want him anymore. Katies positive they are gonna break up.

In a last ditch effort, she goes to his place. And have a painfully truthful conversation on how they both messed up. They promise to do better and communicate more

That night they make ~~love~~ to each other. Not sex, LOVEEEEE.

After that its smooth sailing. They have fights now and then, but nothing they cant handle.

Their first “I love you’s” is a week after they made love to each other. She was making dinner ( shes a fucking amazing cook) and travis is standing behind her arms around her waist, chin on her shoulders.

And they’re talking and he says “well thats one of things i love about u” and after a second he realises what he said and practically freezes. Katie stops stirring the pasta and turns to look at him.

They both just kinda stare at each other and travis is so fucking nervous and then katie breaks out into the most breathtaking smile he has ever seen. she tells him i love u back.

Their kissing turns to making out and he picks her up, slams her on the kitchen counter and they have sex. (They also turned off the stove dw)

2 orgasms later. They finally eat dinner. And things between them are fucking amazing

After dinner they retreat back to the bedroom where katie is screaming his name and travis’ grunting heavily.

And it’s complete bliss.....

Also side note. Hermes and demeter 100% approve

[snickiebear]

yo nadia <3333 i'm bored in my online classes and u reblogged the questions thingy at the right time lmao, so get ready: 1, 4, 5, 9, 10, 17, 23, 24, 28, 30!!!, 34, 38, 39, 40 (the intimacy of being understood) (imma stop here lol) (also i'm sorry u're not feeling well, ily and hope u'll feel better soon!! <33333)

ELE ILY. (and thank you, i’m stayin home today cause,,, yeah. i appreciate you sm.) you’re the literal best, i adore you. 

1. How long ago did you start reading fanfiction? Writing fanfiction?

The first fanfiction i read was for The Lunar Chronicles when I was like 11?? and it was 100% on accident and it scarred me because it was a hardcore porn one with a period kink and i was like WHAT IS THIS??? OH MY GOD???? LMAOOOOO i didn’t pick it back up until i was 13-14 and really got into the Fairy Tail fandom. I still reread my favorites on ff.net cause i love them. 

As for writing, I wrote a horrible, terrible x-men fanfiction when I was twelve. (my friend still brings it up and REFUSES to delete it so it still gets comments and views, that shit HAUNTS ME ELE.) then tried again for Fairy Tail, posted like two chapters before taking it down cause i wasn’t really feeling it. And then I posted The Intimacy Of Being Understood and here we are. 

4. Link your three favorite fics right now.

OMGG okok 

@murd3rm1ttens ‘s The Problem How Time Works IF YOU HAVENT READ THIS YOU GUYS NEED TO HOP ON IT ASAP. MITTEN’S WRITING SO SO SO SO GOOD. SAKURA AND INO ARE TOTAL BADASSES. KAKASHI IS A SIMPPPP. ITS SO FUCKING GOOD. 

@mouseymightymarvellous ‘s We Were Screaming In Color (Only A Possibility) yes, yes I KNOW. i always point into mousey’s direction but i WILL always advocate that everyone reads her fics, they’re literally so beautiful???? i just happen to be rereading WWSIN rn 

@safelycapricious ‘s Shaking Up And Breaking Down series. I found this like?? idfk but i’ve been raving about it ever since. ALSO CHECK OUT THEIR FICS IN GENERAL. 

fuck i have more than three but also check out @ambivalens999 ‘s Masks

i do wanna make a fic rec thing where i just rav about my favs,,, might do that later or sum

5. What are your fanfic pet peeves? Do they have a huge effect on whether or not you decide to read something?

Omniscient third person. I don’t like it. Like I can understand that it can be a little hard to stay in one person’s perspective but, in my opinion, if you can, it shows how disciplined you are as a writer. Plus, i just get so confused when I go from A’s thoughts to suddenly what B is thinking about A. 

When writers use ‘ ‘ instead of “ “. When writers put thoughts in ‘ ‘ instead of just italicizing them. It’s small things but like they just bother me sO MUCH. most of the time i can ignore it and try to enjoy but other times i just dip. 

9. Tag 3 fic writers you think are underrated/unknown in the fandom/fanfiction community.

@espoir-et-reves !!!!! THEIR SHISAKU FICS ARE SO SO SO SO SO GOOD. And they have a warring states one going on THAT I AM SO OBSESSED WITH. 

@writer168 idk if they’re really “underrated” but THEY HAVE SUCH GREAT FICS ON AO3. Like theres an AU with sakura, kiba, and shino that i reread constantly because it just. is. so. fucking. GOOD. and they posted a new one that i’m YELLING about. 

@eggtoasties okay they only have 2 in the naruto fandom (one shisaku which is still ongoing) BUT THEIR WRITING STYLE IS SO NICE?? I ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT. I still go back and reread their shikasaku one cause UGH i can’t get enough. I love it. 

10. What’s your favorite fandom, pairing, or character to read fic for?

Fandoms: Naruto, Soul Eater, The Old Guard, ATLA

Parings: KakaSaku/ShikaSaku/ShiSaku/MultiSaku, SoMa, Joe X Nicky, Zukka

Character: SAKURA. I will read anything with Sakura as the main character and her being a fuckin badass or becoming a badass. I love her.

17. How obsessively do you sit and stare at your fic after you’ve just posted and wait for feedback?

aha.. haha.. well. I check my email like three times an hour. its the first thing i check in the mornings too. I’m literally a whore for praise and literally eat up feedback like its going out of style. I also reread a lot of my stuff because i make so many mistakes and spelling errors, or the spacing is weird oR SOMETHING. plus, literally any and all comments make my day, i go back and reread them cause they just make me feel so tingly and warm like “wow. this person enjoyed the fic/my writing enough to tell me. thats HUGE!”

23. What’s your absolute favorite trope to write?

Angry, feral, bloodied, morally gray women. They aren’t bad guys, they’re probably the good guy, but that doesn’t mean they cant be fucking raging at the world with raw knuckles and blood on their teeth. I just love an angry woman who struggles with her emotions and just has so much inner conflict but that doesn’t take away from her character or badassery, it adds to it. 

24. What’s a trope that you’d like to never hear about as long as you live, let alone write?

The fake dating or miscommunication troupe. LIKE GUYS JUST TALK. AND TELL EACH OTHER OMFG. the entire like obliviousness of “nah they dont like me” while the They holds their hand and kisses their cheek. MOFO WHAT. it makes me so impatient and like mad HAAHHAHA. its probably because i’m a pretty confrontational person so seeing stuff like that just “cmon bro, USE YO HEAD.”

28. How do you deal with writing pressure (ie: pressure to update, negative comments, deadlines, etc)?

I have yet to receive a negative comment! Which i was really surprised about tbh. As for deadlines or pressure to update, i just kind of do whatever. I do set goals, but i set them flexible enough that hey, if i can’t do it, that’s okay. 

I have a lot of mini goals, like “i want to write this chapter and get it done this week” and then the large goal is “FINISH BY END OF MAY” so i have time. 

Actually, now that I think on it, the entire pressure to update thing is probably why i’m waiting until I have all of OL&W written to post it weekly,, cause well. I wouldn’t wanna leave you guys waiting as I tried to write and work out the next chapters and stuff, you know?

30. Post a snippet from your current WIP without context - no more than 300 words.

AAAAAA YOU KNOW I LOVE THESE AHAHAHAH

Have you seen the way the dead dance, World Breaker? They roar, half mad and starving. Do you not wish, do you not hope to see them twist and bend and dance to your will?

Shikamaru snarls, looking behind his shoulders to where his Shadows lay. “Patience.” He spits. “Is of the essence, Things of Ancient. Know your place as the dark you are.”

34. How much of yourself and your life experiences do you put into your writing? What do you think your readers’ image of you is?

None of my experiences match up to anything I write tbh,,, probably the only thing that is me in my writing is maybe the emotional turmoil? I’m pretty emotionally and mentally mature because from a pretty young age i started forming my own opinions, started looking into the world around us and being like “dude what the fuck this is not what disney advertised”. Then i started talking (read: arguing and debating) with my dad about a lot of it. So, like emotions are kind of hard for me. Like i’m pretty good at controlling them or understanding them, but still. idk its hard to explain ig.

Like the weight of stress, the anger, the sadness. It’s kind of therapeutic to write. Cause i don’t know how to put those feelings to verbal words so writing them really helps. 

As for my readers’ image? Probably like some kind of hunched over figure typing away in the dark with a maniacal grin on their face. I honestly don’t know AHHAHAHA but it is fun to think about. I think they’d see me as someone with potential but a lot of room to grow and someone who is imperfect but in a charming way LMAOOOO

38. What does your writing process look like? How chaotic is it on a scale of 1 (very tame) to 10 (you can’t handle this kind of chaos)?

I’m gonna be real honest. Its probably like a 2. I’m a bit of a control freak so I almost always go in chronological order, my writing is pretty linear. Unless, i get bored and jump to one of my fav parts. It's pretty much i sit down, i open the doc, read over my notes and just start writing. 

It’s a little boring to explain AHAHAHA but once i get into the groove of things its really fucking great, I can like feel myself in the world, I can feel what i want the characters to, i love it. I catch myself mouthing the words as i type too, which i find hilarious.

39. What’s something about your writing that you pride yourself on?

I rather like how raw my writing is sometimes. Which might sound really vain, but i do like the way i word things or describe things. I love juxtaposition and repetition, or making a good ole circle back to some minute detail that wouldn’t stand out until i repeat it at the end and you’re like “omg” AHAHAHAHA.

Like those little poetic snippets or certain wording i just sit back and go “damn thats kinda good nadia! go you!’ HAHAHA  

40. How did you come up with the idea for The Intimacy Of Being Understood?

AAAAA this fic is like my first child, my pride and joy LMAO

so the idea initially came when i was reading some fic, idk if it was even naruto, but i was like “i don't like this, but i do like the rain symbolism.” And I knew i wanted to write something kind of slow paced, something a little sad and angsty, but would show KakaSaku slowly but surely falling in love.

Idk if you’ve noticed but a lot of my fics, the pairings don’t change each other dramatically. They accept each other as they are and then they grow with together. Like that acceptance is something i just love writing, its so subtle, it isn’t something you declare. Its simply “I am going to love you. I am going to love you despite your flaws and faults. I am going to love you unconditionally because I know you, I understand you, and there is nothing you could do to drive me away.” 

The fic kind of wrote itself after that first scene. I kept going back to the rain, go being ghosts, and resurrection, and the small epiphanies one gets. I wanted to focus on each character’s growth with each other. They didn’t find light in life because of each other, but with each other. And i think that’s my favorite thing about that fic. 

I wanted something raw and real and just something beautiful. I’m actually really proud of it tbh. Would i go back and rewrite/edit it? Oh of course! I’d do that with every single one of my fics, but i’m not gonna cause i think its in its rawest form right now. :))))

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