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[shrinkthisviolet]

Backstory on how you came up with Morgan as a character, and how you decided to showcase her character? (Like, why you chose those scenes in particular for her fics)

Or anything else you want to share about Morgan and her story?

Oooh yay an OC question! I'm happy to answer this :D

So Morgan is a character I came up with while watching Jesse in s2 and going "huh. Wouldn't it be cool if she had an E1 doppelgänger?" And then I read a couple fics that fed that idea. And ofc that then spun into "what would her backstory be? How would she fit into the story?" Etc and so forth.

Funnily enough, I wasn't going to write her story at first. It was just something between me and a mutual of mine...especially once my plans got ambitious and I started envisioning multiple fics spanning who-knows-how-long. It felt too big for me to handle, so I decided from the jump that this was just gonna stay a concept I talked about but didn't write.

...hey past me, about that...😅 (further discussion below the cut!)

Anyway, the first things I figured out about her were that she'd be Eowells's daughter, obviously. I've always headcanoned that Jesse did have an E1 doppelgänger in canon, but that she died in the car crash that killed Harritess. Here, though...she survives it, and she's raised by Eowells.

This fic gave me the idea to make Tina her godmother—the fic doesn't outright make her such (E1 Jesse in that fic is an adult, so it's not pertinent), but it's a similar thing, with Tina offering the E1 Jesse of that fic a place to stay and a job. Obviously there are differences between my AU and that fic, but I did link the fic as inspiration because a) it gave me the godmother idea in a roundabout way and b) it's the E1 Jesse fic that really sparked this idea in a way I couldn't let go. My idea was so much different than theirs, but I wanted to do something with it, more than just as a concept. Still not a fic (haha past me), but...something.

Morgan kept developing. Her name was decided as "Morgan" pretty early on—Jesse Morgan Wells would be her name, following the same principle as Jesse Chambers Wells (Tess Morgan on E1, Tess Chambers on E2), and then Eowells would have her go by Morgan instead of Jesse because, per canon, he knows about Jesse Chambers (in this AU, the Jesse Chambers he knows is not from the comics, but from the multiverse of the show. But...is it Jesse? Morgan? Another Earth's Jesse or Morgan? Who knows...👀 well, I do, but I shan't say. You'll find out in the s4 arc!). I also decided she’d be the same age as Jesse (17 in s2), but a year behind her academically, to add some bones to the jealousy plotline in s2—Jesse has 5 majors and is a year ahead of Morgan? Oof yeah that’s gotta be tough.

Morgan’s powers...started off as super strength. However, this got nixed when I finally decided to make this into a fic series, because...Morgan can't have Griffin Grey's powers, she wouldn't live very long 😅 and I can't pseudoscience her a solution, because then the question becomes "why not use it on Grey, who's only 19 when he dies?" So I waffled for a bit on what her powers should be...and I settled on forcefields. I've never looked back since. They fit her personality...for better and for worse (I have a feeling some of you know what I mean 😅 if you don't, though, I'll elaborate in the notes if asked!)

Another fun wrinkle about her development is that originally, the first fic was gonna be from Tina's POV, in present tense. I still have the fic in my drive, and I often strip it for parts (for the CF AU in particular) 😅 but ultimately, I remembered the wisdom of "the character you start with is often the one the reader gets most attached to", so I decided to stick with Morgan's POV and occasional forays into other POVs once readers were sufficiently attached to Morgan (mind you, this isn't an ironclad rule! But I'm glad I followed it in this case).

From there, I started with s2, since that's where the intrigue came from. I wrote some Morgan & Jesse and Harry & Jesse...and then it occured to me that rather than leave s1 as an implied "yeah this happened but idc" thing...I wanted to actually go back and flesh it out.

And MAN am I glad I did! That decision brought about so many changes that were for the betterment of this AU (Barry & Morgan, Morgan & Iris, Morgan x James, fleshing out Morgan & Tina), and I just...I truly can't imagine the AU without them. Genuinely, there are future arcs in this AU that I can't imagine how they would've gone if I hadn't gone back to write s1 and made these changes because the muse led me that way. It's remarkable.

Writing her taking up the mantle of Sentry was important too. I've talked about how important it is to me that she was named by both her mothers (Tess gave her the name "Morgan", Tina gave her the name "Sentry", even if the latter was unintentional), and that's another reason I'm glad I went back to s1—before this, the implication was that Cisco named her, but I like this better. Sorry Cisco 😅 you can name (almost) everyone else!

Ooh and as for scenes that show her character...I'll pick out a few that I haven't talked about before:

Though, perhaps the most confusing day for her friends was when she showed up to first period absolutely glowing because she’d gotten to meet Dr. Martin Stein the previous afternoon and learned about an intriguing project he was working on, tentatively called FIRESTORM. She couldn’t talk about it to anyone, at least not by name...but that didn’t stop her from gushing about the project in concept to her friends. “We’ve got years before we go into the sort of thing you’re talking about, Mo. Maybe you should slow down?” “Oh, come on!” She insisted. “Haven’t you considered how cool it would be if we could perfect something like that? Think of the implications!” “It would be pretty cool to have superpowers,” another of them pointed out with a grin. “Being able to shoot fire from your hands? Epic!” “Well, yeah, of course that’s cool. But sharing a body with another person? Like…that could be life-changing. Life-saving, even!” They were less enthused about that idea, but Morgan figured she probably could’ve done a better job of selling it.

Her meeting Stein here is, ofc, me setting up their reunion in 1x14, when she's a bit ahead of Team Flash in terms of knowing who Stein is. She doesn't know a lot of details, because the project is hush-hush...but she knows enough that it sparks her curiosity. Because that's another thing—she's a genius for a reason, and I wanted to show that! She's precocious and endlessly curious and follows logical threads down all sorts of trails...and I wanted to show that rather than just saying it.

Another scene:

In the end, she didn’t call Tina about Dad’s treatment of Hartley. It was certainly jarring that Dad, who had once favored Hartley even above her at times, had now suddenly turned on him, but Hartley had always been arrogant, and Dad had always enabled him. It wasn’t so unbelievable to think that he thought he knew better than Dad, sought to prove it, and got burned. And everyone at STAR had been under a lot of stress with the impending launch. If they were acting out of character…well, she couldn’t exactly blame them. Still, it lingered in the back of her mind, unsettling her in ways that she wasn’t quite ready to think about yet.

It matters that Morgan is observant, insightful. This is a trait she picks up from both Eowells and Tina (for better and for worse—yes, being observant can work against you, but more on that later)...and it means she notices that something is off about Hartley. But, since she's a teenager, still susceptible to manipulation, and isn't fond of Hartley, she brushes it off as arrogance on his part (it's an impression he encourages, after all).

Another scene:

But a strange thing happened as they got close enough for Richard to let go of her hand and run toward his parents. Morgan looked up, saw a bolt of lightning coming for them, and cried, “Look out!” She shoved James and Richard out of the way, shielding them both as best as she could. And then the strike hit, and she screamed.

This is when she gets struck! I thought quite a lot about how this could've happened. Ultimately, I decided that since the other metas get their powers by doing something related to their powers, Morgan should too. Thus, she shields James and Richard, taking the blow herself...and she gets struck and gets forcefield powers (it's not real lightning though, just concentrated energy. Hence why she gets forcefield powers and not lightning powers)

And another:

“Someone has to stop them.” “Someone has to protect the people they hurt,” she corrected, clenching her fists. “What that…that superhuman did…it was terrifying. He terrorized and probably hospitalized people. Because of powers that my dad gave him.”

Every hero needs a Call moment, don't they? Well, this is Morgan's! Well, specifically, the scene before this when Jitters is attacked is her moment, but this is her reaction. She's a hero at heart, that's our girl! It shows what kind of hero she'll be...and that her powers suit her so very well.

This next one is a long one, but I couldn't justify chopping it even for this:

There was a lot to figure out about her powers, as it turned out. She and James had already figured out that her powers manifesting was an expression of adrenaline, a defense mechanism that was likely connected to her sympathetic nervous system—thank you, 9th-grade Biology. So her powers had an emotional element—a strong one, judging by her outbursts—and they relied on concentration to remain stable. It was something she needed to improve over time…if she actually wanted to use them. James thought she’d make an awesome superhero and wasn’t shy about telling her so. Morgan, however, had no desire to dole out vigilante justice with non-combative powers she barely understood…especially as a teenager who didn’t want to seriously hurt anyone. “It’s not vigilante justice, Mo,” he insisted. “It’s heroism.” “You’re basically saying I should be this city’s Spider-Man,” she retorted. “Your powers are completely different from his.” “James.” “Morgan. Do you seriously think I don’t see the look on your face? That I’m not listening when you rant about how much the explosion has destroyed so much, how your dad isn’t doing a lot to fix it, and how you wish you could?” “I can’t fight. I won’t. I don’t have time to learn all that from scratch, I’m not…I’m not Spider-Man, my powers aren’t combative like that!” As if to demonstrate, she shot a blast outward—it materialized into a shield. “See?” James nodded, looking sheepish. “Maybe not Spider-Man, then. But what about your other wish? To protect the people superhumans hurt? You’ve got the power of shielding and forcefields, who’s better suited for the task of protection than you?” She hesitated, then sighed. “Sometimes I think you know me too well.” He grinned.

The dynamic duo!! Funny to think that if not for James, we might not have a Sentry (this is also true in all the spin-off AUs) 💞 he's so very important as being Sentry's first guy in the chair, her first cheerleader, and her strongest supporter always (he and Barry might have to fight for that title later, but...hey Barry, James was here first 😂). There's a reason Morgan and James are soulmates in the soulmate AU—they're important to each other!!

And as far as scenes that really show her character. those are the higlights! Thank you again so much for asking this 💞 I love Morgan to pieces, and I love talking about her.

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Mating Season Cell x Bio-Android! OC (Genesis) Genre: Romance Tropes: Mating, ABO (Sorta) Warnings: Smut, Porn Without Plot, Curcumsized Cell, Mating Seasons, Porn With Plot, Inaccurate Biology, Cringe, Breeding, Cell has a fucking breeding kink holy fuck, God put me on this earth to describe a fictional Bio-Android with a shitton of DNA from an acrosian, monkey and a pickle boinking something that could be CONSIDERED his sister, Adam and Eve Analogy between Cell and Genesis AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU A/N: I always believed that the Perfect Final Form of Cell was somewhat based on a Cicada (I'm certain he is) and by GOD I fucking HATE Cicadas they chirp annoyingly. And as a result it's me translating Cell to being a needy bastard. I literally found out the reasoning behind those LOUD ass chirps is to attract mates. ONLY THE MALES do it, so Cell is gonna be that needy. As usual any suggestive content is hidden under the cut. Yes, that was an Adam and Eve reference when Gero took Cell's DNA to make Genesis. Word Count: 2746

In an abandoned lab, where it once was filled with machinery of all kind, stood a pink female android. She looked down at the shattered remains of the place that once held her. She didn't know what to do. She's been in existence and emergence for 4 seconds and she didn't know what to do.

She looked around the lab. Trying to find any clues of what she had to do. There was other tubes. Some like hers, broken. She then passed by another. This time... It... Caused... her body to tingle. She stopped in front of the tube and her body picked up on the distinct scent of another. Like her. She felt weak in the knees... She shook her head. No. She needed to focus.

Walking up to a lone table in the room. She picked up something. There was a file... With the name of... Project G? She opened the file, and began to read.

It has been done. I have thought about what to do with my C.E.L.L project. It's been something weighing heavy on my mind. I spent countless nights and days awake at night trying to figure out what the plans for C.E.L.L will be. He was built to destroy. And then... I figured it out. It's obvious that C.E.L.L would need something to make it happy, and now... I got it, a bride. A bride it could call its own. And that's why I decided to work on a new project. One dubbed Project G.

I did it, using the DNA of C.E.L.L I removed all the other DNA and isolated C.E.L.L's DNA to create a whole new being, a being I would dub as GENESIS. She is the catalyst to making C.E.L.L happy. I know she wouldn't fail, because by the time of her emergence we, and by we, her Android Comrades would have been gone.

Genesis closed the file, it gave her no... Answers? What was this... C.E.L.L... And who was the person who wrote this? As she backed away she stepped on something. The... Smell of... death lingered by. She gags and looked down. It was the dead body of... A... What's that?

She noticed it was a male, he seemed to be an Android himself. Was... He? No matter now. He's gone, she atleast had the decency to cover his body with a blanket. And did a prayer. She walked outside the Lab and felt the lingering smell of the Pod she felt attracted to. For whatever reason.

The past. C.E.L.L or known as Cell, stood over the ruined remains of the city he plundered. He's been absorbing things left and right. And he's staring down upon the city. With such disdain. For as long as he lived he's been thinking about what comes after. He's been having issues controlling himself.

No, not the absorbing issue. I mean... other issues. Lately, he's been chittering and chirping uncontrollably since he achieved perfectism. And he didn't even know why.

He thought maybe, he was ill? But he didn't feel sick. Sure there was the occasional burning up and sweating. But he thought nothing of it. The feeling got worse as time went on.

Then, he felt... Another presence. A Ki that was... inviting. Inviting and enticing enough to make his body go under.

Eventually. He noticed a pink... Female that looked close in appearance to him. He tilted his head. Then, out of nowhere. Another chitter. He covered his mouth embarrassed.

Why does she... make me feel this way?

Cell walked up to her cautiously and looked at her. She looked just like him. A being, of perfection. Just for him.

He could get used to this.

He will get used to this.

"You must be my mate." Cell said, as a matter of fact. The female, who he identified as his mate nodded, and she looked away.

"Y-Yes, are you... The C.E.L.L I read about?" She asked.

"C.E.L.L?" He questioned. Before remembering what she was saying and chuckled.

"Yeah, I am. But you can call me Cell. What you're calling me is by my-" He let's out a chitter covering his mouth. "I apologize, this never happened. Yes, my name is Cell, what you are referring to is by my "project" name Gero gave me."

"Gero?" She asked.

"I take it as you never met our creator. Hm?" Cell said.

"No, I haven't." She said.

"What is your name?" Cell asked.

"My name, is Genesis. Your bride."

Cell placed a hand under the chin of his wife to be, and gave her a seductive gaze. He traced a thumb across her chin.

"Well, you're my bride. And I-" He chitters, his face turning a bright red, he blinks and looked at her. "And I have you all to myself."

Genesis shuddered and looked at Cell, her breathing hitched as his hand on her chin was causing some... interesting feelings well up in her.

"Hm, do you feel it?" Cell asked, sensually.

"Feel what?" Genesis asked.

Cell had her where he wanted her, he straddled her as she was on the edge of the Cell Games Arena. Even though he had currently no time. Until the games, he could have time to fool around. He was currently kissing her passionately. His hands roaming her body, a mirror of his own.

He kissed her neck, and bit into the side of her neck, leaving a bite mark.

Claimed.

He was currently trying to please her slowly, but he heard a soft... Pop.

He looked down and realized her hatch opened and he smirked. He placed a finger in and shudders. "Ooh, you're, wet, wet. Perfect."

Pulling his finger out he began to lick it. "And tasty too~"

Genesis face flushed red, she looked away. Cell proceeded to place a finger in her bio-pussy fingering it. Genesis whimpers and Cell kept fingering it.

"C-Cell!" Genesis cried.

"Mm, yes~" Cell gasps out. Genesis continued to cry out in pleasure but before she could cum, Cell removed his finger and hummed.

"Ah, I could bring you to the edge that... easily. But I want to save your releasing for when something much more big is inside." Cell said.

"P-Puh-Please... Cell..." Genesis whimpers out. Cell tilts his head.

"Please, what, pet?" Cell asked.

"I... I want... I want, your... Your cock..." Genesis begs.

"Of course, anything for you, my bride... But, let me warn you. I am a little different from most down there." Cell said.

"W-What- What do you mean?" Genesis asked. Cell, chuckled and a pop was heard, his cock pops out.

"Well, I hope my size doesn't... disappoint you." Cell said.

"W-What are you-" Genesis asked.

"I am what most would label as curcumsized. But, no matter. I don't care about size, as long as you... are satisfied my dear." Cell then smirked.

Genesis looked down and saw Cell's dick, it was... Green with black spots, and it was of course uncut. She didn't really care, while it was small, it made up for it's girth. Kami... It was wide, she didn't know if it could fit... She gulped.

"What's wrong, my pet?" Cell asked. Before gauging her reaction, he chuckled. "Relax, think of it as my fingers penetrating you instead of something much more big."

That seemed to ease her worries, until Cell sheathed himself within her. She let out a struggled gasp, her hand clasping over her mouth Cell knew she was trying to prevent the strangled screams of pain from her mouth.

Cell, wanting her to feel comfortable immediately placed his finger where her clitoris is located and rubbed it, hoping to soothe her pain. She breathes out and clenches her hands into fists. Cell eased in gently and stroked the insides of her pussy with his cock, at this point her pussy fully embraced his cock and he began to remove his cock and slam it back inside, now he's fucking her at a regular pace.

"There it is..." Cell chitters, this time, he allowed it. He was happy. He deserved it. He began to rock inside her at a steady pace, Genesis slowly began to ease into the pleasure forgoing the pain. She moans, Cell huffs and chitters enjoying her reaction.

"Hah... There it is, my lovely ladybug, the pain is gone, hm? You can fully embrace the pleasure. Come, let us enjoy this together." Cell teases, he pounds into her.

"C-Cell! A-Ah! Fuck!" Genesis cried, feeling like her body was reacting heavily to Cell's influence. She was crying and whimpering Cell pants and cries out. Pounding further into her. He is currently holding his hands on the floor railing into her. The desire to mate her and fill her with his young overriding his original goals.

"Ack! Fuck." Cell huffs. "Hah, I'm about to bring us to the edge, darling."

And with that, Cell gasped at the hilt and finally, grunts cumming inside of Genesis, filling her completely. He pants catching his breath before he tried to pull out, it took awhile. But he pulled out, his cock struggling a bit as Genesis' pussy clung onto him like a vice.

Cell looked down at her, a look of wonder, he scanned the area, The arena where his... Battle against the Saiyans and... Their friends will happen. No, this won't do. He can't just fight and do this. If he's going to be a father-to-be he can't bring his children in an environment where he might die and leave behind Genesis at the haste and anger of the Z-Fighters.

He may be a evil bastard but he isn't that evil. Cell thought about it... Was he capable of change? Maybe. He noticed that Genesis passed out, perfect. He wrapped her up and placed her aside, and wrote down a small note. He placed the paper down at the arena stage and picked up Genesis to leave and find a proper place to start their new life together.

EXTENDED ENDING

Gohan and the others arrive to where the Cell Games were to be held, but saw nothing. Confusion was on their faces as there was nothing here. Gohan looked around.

"Where is Cell?" Gohan asked.

"You'd think after announcing a challenge he'd show up to his own fight? Tch." Vegeta mumbled.

"...Hm?" Goku flew over to the stage, and saw a note. He picked it up.

"What's that, Kakarot?" Vegeta attempted to swipe the paper but due to the height advantage that Goku had over the manlet, he unsuccessfully grabbed it.

"It's from Cell." Goku said.

"Well, don't sit there and say it is! Read it out!" Vegeta snaps.

"Jeez, you're so impatient, Vegeta. Hold on." Goku opened the paper further.

To whom is may concern, I formally am writing this note to apologize for all the countless damage I have caused, and I am well aware that no amount of apologizing will ever, and can ever undo the hurt I have caused, and as such. I am cancelling the Cell Games, why? Well. It is said when you fall in love... You... Become a whole new person. While what I did in the past will never change, I can decide what happens in the future. As such, I need to think of my future family. I decided to cancel the Cell Games in pursuit of a safe place where me and the missus can raise our family.

Gero made me for a selfish reason, but he also made my wife for a reason that balances out the very reasoning of the other Androids, without life, destruction wouldn't be a thing, and without me, Genesis wouldn't be a thing. Again, I would like to reach out and apologize through written prose.

I would be open to apologize face to face, but I doubt you want any pleasantries and would cut to the chase and kill me, I do not want any bad blood, as long as you stay clear from me and my family. I wouldn't want any issues. Again, I apologize for the amount of destruction I have caused significantly over the time of me arriving here.

Sincerely yours, Cell

Once Goku read all that, Vegeta's eye twitches, Gohan was speechless. The others were shocked.

"So, the big bad... Cell found love?" Krillin asked.

"This all seems too convenient. How can a being of hateful origins be cured from hate, and turned to love in an instance! This sounds like some horrible written story that woman reads!" Vegeta said.

"...Now, we shouldn't be... Dismissive of Cell's reasoning. Sure what he did was... Horrible, but we can't just write of his want to change." Goku said.

"Kakarot, you gave him a Sensu Bean, you absolute idiot. He could've been killed if it wasn't your humbleness that acted." Vegeta snarks.

While the two bickered, Gohan pondered.

"...Maybe he changed. Really..." Gohan looked up to the sky.

Exactly a couple of months later, in a Cave that has been decorated and thoroughly changed to accommodate a family was seen. Inside a female was currently helping her small quadruplets to bed. Then the sound of footsteps were heard. Her ears perked up.

"Cell?" Genesis called. Cell chuckles and placed down the catch of the day.

"It's me." Cell commented.

"I'm glad you arrived back, I was worried you die or something." Genesis shifts a bit.

"Hah, have you no faith in me, my dear?" Cell asked.

"N-No, I do. It's just... When you're gone I can't help but worry..." Genesis said. Cell looked at her with a look of sympathy and sat down next to her, and smiled.

"Ah, I understand. But, sweetie. I would always come back, do I not?" Cell asked.

"Y-Yes..." Genesis said.

"Mhm." Cell, holding onto Genesis' hand gave it a reassuring squeeze.

A chittering sound came from where the quadruplets lay, Cell chuckles. "See? They even agree with me." Cell said.

Genesis smiled, and looked a little relaxed. Cell picked up one of them. He was pretty gentle with the handling of his own kids.

"Pretty intriguing that all of them were born males. I was sort of hoping 2 were boys and 2 were girls. I suppose that's the result of my Namekian and Frieza DNA." Cell said.

"Haha, you wanted girls so you can spoil them, don't you, Cell?" Genesis asked.

"I suppose, so. But there's not that much to spoil them with." Cell commented.

"I see-" Genesis began before another Ki was felt, Cell seemed to be alert. Before he could do anything however, the Kis entered the cave.

"...Goku." Cell said, without even turning to face the male.

"Cell, we came here to talk. We've been tracking you for awhile... And... We wanted to make sur-" Goku began.

"That you weren't being a lying disingenuous snake." Vegeta huffed. Goku's eyes widened.

"Vegeta! That's... Not very nice." Goku said.

"Oh, what? What's he going to do? Kill me, he's proving his note wrong if he kills me, proving this sack of shit never changed." Vegeta said.

"...Right." Cell mumbled. Before Goku can apologize on behalf of Vegeta, Gohan stepped up.

"While, I won't forgive you for what you did to countless others, including Android 16... I can... Appreciate that you're taking the effort to change... Starting with your... Kids?" Gohan peers over. He noticed 4 Kids. He sensed that their kis were pure. He glances over at Genesis who was hiding her face.

"Is that the one who you mentioned in your note, Cell?" Gohan asked. Cell blushed and nodded.

"She was built for me after I completed my goals, but seeing as... Well... Seeing as... I... Wanted a better life... after I fell for her hard. I didn't want this path of destruction anymore. And chose her and our family over whatever I was made for." Cell explained.

"I... I didn't know you had compassion like that." Gohan said.

"I didn't either." Cell said.

"So, you're going to live in this cave?" Goku asked.

"It's pretty damp... And dangerous." Gohan points out.

"It's safe from any crazies that dare try and harm my family. I don't want any crazy people getting ahold of the Quadruplets and trying to do some... experiments on them." Cell said, a dark look appearing in his face.

"But, we can ask Bulma to get you guys a capsule house. I don't think the lack of sunlight is good enough for... You know..." Goku points to the Quadruplets.

"...I'll think about it." Cell said, "But I make no promises."

"Great! Does that mean we're going to be able to fight-"

"No, Goku."

[pubbydreams]

You Bring Me Home - my @steddiesummerexchange fic for @steviecoded!!

Logline: Eddie Munson is so hopelessly in love with It Girl Stevie Harrington, he doesn't realize she's just as far gone as him. Or: Two people come out, an announcement is made, and Dustin has an aneurism about it.

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Rated: M Word Count: 16,997 Tags: Alternate Universe - Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Autistic Eddie Munson, Fluff, Fluff and Angst, Eddie Munson Has a Crush on Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson Loves Steve Harrington, Oblivious Eddie Munson, POV Eddie Munson, Queer Eddie Munson, Queer Steve Harrington, Steve Harrington Has a Crush on Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington Loves Eddie Munson, Trans Character, Trans Female Steve Harrington, Trans Steve Harrington

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Fanfic end of year asks! If you don’t mind…

25, 21, 18, 5, 1

Please and thank you❤️

good morning and happy new year, nightowl!!! 💗💗💗

I've already answered questions 1 & 5 (here!) but I can answer the rest!

18) current number of wips

okay so i counted (and as of now) i have 18 wips, including fics that i haven't finished and fics/ideas i've already started 😵 let's see how many of these get posted lol (<<< crying inside)

21) most memorable comment/review

probably Chloe on aftereffect 😂

Omg secret!!! You did it again!!

I didn't know I needed awkward MenmaHina the morning after their !!!one-night stand!!! Omg omg omg 🥺 everything was so perfect and cute and omg they're so obvious and sweet it's hurting me (in a good and addictive way haha)

Can you believe its only day one and this oneshot is already my fav!!?? Ah! Didn't that one coming but I'll accept the blow this masterpiece provides, so thank you ❤️

25) a fic you read this year you would recommend everyone read

i'm cheating again (x3) and going to recommend everyone a book series instead! so i have become obsessed with this series, the characters and am excited to say that a show adaption is coming out some time this year!

A Good Girl's Guide To Murder stars Pippa Fitz-Amboi who decides to investigate a murder that happened in her small town of Little Kilton five years ago for her senior year project.

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Hey Jelly!! Hope you're doing well!! 💗 😊

🌿how does creating make you feel?

Oof it makes me feel a lot of things! It makes me feel resolution, hope, secure in the sense that I have control of the story and its outcome. I get to feel sneaky when I'm laying down hints and playful. I also get a huge sense of accomplishment when fics are finished! 🥳

🎉how often do you celebrate completing & posting a work? how often do you give yourself the credit/validation that you seek from others when you post? (if you don't, you should!)

Oh boy! This is quite the question lol ummm I'm historically bad about not giving myself credit or validation. For anything 😅 I'm working on getting better though and realizing the importance of it! In fact, when I completed Clean Slate, I purchased some Beats Earbuds for myself! 🥳 That's the only time I've celebrated finishing a work but it was my first big multichapter. Maybe I'll do something for Coming Home!

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THE ROOKIES ⤿ o. piastri 81

→ ( in which. . . ) you are a rookie and play for the us women's national soccer team. during the world cup after your team gets knocked out, you run into a certain australian f1 driver who is supporting the host team.

→ ( fanfic genre. . . ) written/irl, smau

→ ( face claim. . . ) naomi girma + pictures from pinterest/instagram

→ ( pairing. . . ) oscar piastri x uswnt!reader

→ ( content warnings/disclaimers. . . ) cursing, might be a multi-part series, not sure yet :) also fully aware that the 2023 f1 season was actively happening at the same time as the women's world cup, but for the sake of this fic, let's believe that oscar had to allow mclaren's reserve drive (for unspecified reasons).

→ ( author's note. . . ) i enjoyed making this fic SM. it was interesting to mess with a written and smau, i hope it flows well and isn't super confusing. hope you enjoy! see end for more

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y/n_l/n number 4 checking in ✅

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uswnt ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥 liked by y/n_l/n

trinity_rodman LFGGGG

y/n_l/n 🙌🏿‼️

user18 greatest defender EVER

user56 SAY IT LOUDER FOR THE PEOPLE IN THE BACK ‼️‼️

sophsssmith incoming women's world cup champ

y/n_l/n loading...🔃

user6 no cause why is she sooo pretty

user17 #GOAT 🐐

alexmorgan13 YEAHHHH Y/NNNN liked by y/n_l/n

user33 oh she ate..

user22 4 + 4

yourmom So proud of you, honey ❤️

y/n_l/n thank you mama 🥹💞

mrapinoe Get it rookie! liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose ⚽🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

yourbsf the best to ever do it 💖

y/n_l/n stop it ily

user20 fresh kits 😮‍💨 liked by y/n_l/n

user81 she knows she's good

uswnt

📍auckland, new zealand

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uswnt Defender Y/N L/N, and the rest of the USWNT, arriving to New Zealand in style 🔥🔥

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usmt Good luck ladies! liked by uswnt

user66 god dayum

user19 barking

y/n_l/n team stylist >> liked by uswnt

savdemelo Yeah we rocked it 🤷🏽‍♀️🤷🏽‍♀️

user67 god y/n 😍

malpugh what a cutie pie y/n_l/n

y/n_l/n oh stop it mal 🤭

sophsssmith ❤️‍🔥❤️‍🔥

user9 she is so breathtaking

mrapinoe 🔥 liked by uswnt and y/n_l/n

cmpulisic Sheeshhh liked by uswnt

user22 they suck bro

user5 k just say u are an incel

user91 what a loser

lavellerose Pulling up in style liked by uswnt

user39 crying she is so prettyyy

user21 it is so unfair

user51 she can rock literally ANYTHING

uswnt

📍melbourne, victoria, autralia

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uswnt Thank you for your support. Till next time.

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y/n_l/n so proud of this team 💟 liked by uswnt

mrapinoe Couldn't have asked for a better final season. liked by uswnt

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lavellerose Wouldn't do it with anyone else liked by uswnt

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alyssanaeher What a run liked by uswnt

trinity_rodman love you all, can't wait till next year liked by uswnt

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─ 19 august, 2023 ↴

your team had just lost to sweden in penalty kicks. the amount of overwhelming pride you had felt was unmeasurable. nothing could describe how you felt for your team making it into the quarter finals. yes, you were sad that you couldn't advance further, but none the less, you were grateful for the chance to play at the highest level.

so, there you were, sitting in the stands of the bronze medal game. the match was intense. the matildas were putting up a great fight against sweden for third place. so far, sweden was up 1-0. you wanted the matildas to beat the yellow and blue-clad team since they were the ones that knocked you and your team out.

a few minutes passed before halftime arrived. you decided that it would be a good idea to go get a snack, and maybe some coffee. standing up, you swing your bag across your body and walk to the nearest concession stand. after getting your things, a coffee and some pretzel bites, you turn to head back to your seat. only, instead of being met with open space, your body collides with another, effectively spilling your coffee and dropping your pretzels on the stadium floor. the coffee slightly burns your skin as it seeps into your (new) white blouse. an annoyed sigh escapes from your lips before a voice speaks up.

"shit, oh my god- i am so sorry. are you okay?" it asks. you pick your head up, tearing your eyes away from the giant brown stain painted on your shirt. chocolate colored eyes lock onto yours. a breath hitches in your throat. the man in front of you was gorgeous. he was smiling nervously, hands reaching to gesture to your shirt. "can i get you some napkins?"

there is an awkward pause before you answer. "oh, um, yeah sure, that would be great." you smile. he leaves you for a second before returning and handing you a bundle of napkins. you gently blotch the damp stain.

"i really am sorry. i didn't see you. i should've been paying attention to where i was going." the man says, awkwardly giggling at the end of his sentence.

"it's okay, truly. i can always get another drink, can't say the same for my shirt though." you end. you finish with drying your shirt - albeit, the best you could, before you see that the man in front of you is wearing a matildas jersey. "what a game, huh?"

"oh, yeah. the girls are doing a wonderful job but sweden is just doing better," he answers. "who are you rooting for?"

"the matildas. it would be against my better judgement to root for sweden." you say. you watch his face for a second until recognition washes over his features.

"oh my god, you play for the us! you are amazing! i can't believe this is only your rookie season, i thought you had been playing for years when i saw your first game." you can't help but blush at his compliment. a smile molds onto your lips.

"thank you, that means a lot. i appreciate it," you giggle, "i never caught your name, you mind telling me?"

"oscar." he responds. he sticks out a hand in front of you. you grab it and shake. another smile displays on his features. it reminded you of a quokka, in fact, he reminded you of a quokka.

"well, oscah," you say, teasing him for his annunciation, "you don't happen to be busy do you?"

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📍women's world cup

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y/n_l/n thank you all.

thank you to the national team for entrusting me with the opportunity to play in the women's world cup. if you were to tell 4 year old me that when she was 20, she'd be playing in the world cup, she would be absolutely ECSTATIC.

i would also like to thank my mom and dad for pushing me to play my best no matter what and to be a goldfish. aka, forget the bad things and remember the good.

also, thank you to the fans. seeing little girls holding signs with my name and number gives me reason to keep going. ladies, you can do anything you set your mind to. don't let anyone say you can't.

lastly, i would like to thank oscar for making me spill my coffee on myself. and for being a pretty alright tour guide. (jk, you were really great)

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user17 you showed up and showed out!

yourbsf YEAHHHHH Y/NNNN

y/n_l/n love you ❤️‍🔥

user46 can't believe she is only a rookie

user70 IKR. like... she is literally on par with a lot of the senior players

oscarpiastri i still feel really bad about the coffee...

y/n_l/n osc, please, it's okay

user91 A NICKNAME BASIS ALReADY??

user66 osc? OSC?!

yourmom So insanely proud of you sweetheart. Can't wait for the future ❤️

y/n_l/n i love you so much ma 🥹

user54 RAHHHHH USA USA 🦅🦅🦅🦅 liked by y/n_l/n

uswnt ROTY liked by y/n_l/n

user55 kay who is oscar piastri and why is he such a cutie pie

savdemelo perry misses his aunt

y/n_l/n and duck misses hers!

sophsssmith blessed to be your teammate 💓 liked by y/n_l/n

user19 WHO IS HEEEeeEEe

user28 oscar piastri is an australian-rookie f1 driver! he races for the team mclaren :)

oscarpiastri i can buy you a new shirt!!!

y/n_l/n OSCAR. JACK. PIASTRI.

mrapinoe The next gen 😌 liked by y/n_l/n

user32 HOLD ON MAYBE THAT ONE TWITTER USER WAS ON TO SOMETHING

user10 but they were talking about someone on the matildas not uswnt 🤐🤐

trinity_rodman 🌟🌟 liked by y/n_l/n

lavellerose Honored to be your teammate y/n! liked by y/n_l/n

alexmorgan13 Couldn't have gotten how far we did without you ❣️

y/n_l/n stop it alex i'm gonna cry ❤️‍🩹

user66 MY TWO WORLDS ARE COLLIDING I AM NOT OKAY

user29 oh he's cute

oscarpiastri

📍womens world cup

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oscarpiastri the best way to meet someone is to bump into them and make them spill their fresh (very hot) coffee on their shirt

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user67 honestly such a romantic way to meet someone

user21 oscar cannot catch a break from americans

user49 its like he's drawn to them..

user18 hope u had a nice break! liked by oscarpiastri

logansargeant woohoo another american!

y/n_l/n 🦅🦅🦅

oscarpiastri remind me to never introduce you two.

logansargeant 😞

user22 she's so oretty omggggg liked by oscarpiastri

user22 NO WAY OSCAR LIKED.

y/n_l/n that person must have been feeling nice!

oscarpiastri yeah they were

landonorris oscar has a cruUussShHhh

oscarpiastri shut up lando

user7 who is she?

user31 y/n l/n is an american soccer player!

user7 might have to start watchinf soccer now yeesshhh

y/n_l/n you were a pretty okay tour guide

oscarpiastri take that back.

y/n_l/n mmm no

oscarpiastri duck says hi

y/n_l/n YOU DID NOT.

mclaren Why are there two koalas in the fourth picture?

user39 HAHA I LOVE YOU ADMIN

logansargeant who's that cutie pie in slide 5? liked by oscarpiastri

user81 the rookies

user4 i can already tell they are going to date

user21 brutha they just met 🙏🏻

user93 people when boy-girl friendships

landonorris is that why your tongue was purple?

oscarpiastri dude 😀

user51 WHAT?

user64 he is SUCH a gossip girl

user15 i am SO totally normal ab this

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first oscar fic in the books. i loved writing this one. while doing so, i called myself single in so many different ways. i plan on making a part 2, maybe a part 3 (not sure) so stay tuned! also, if you would like to be on the taglist, comment!!! requests and feedback are welcome! make sure to leave a comment and kudos as well (only if you want :P)

[verspia]

Hi I saw you’re Arda angst ff and I fucking loved it!! I wanted to request a Kenan Yildiz angst fanfic where the reader and Kenan had to get arrange married. But he hated her. He always brought other woman home and she really got sad because she never had the chance to experience real love. Not even from her parents.

He always kept her hidden from social media because he was embarrassed of her. She always went alone and done things alone. The reader is a quite person she an introvert she doesn’t really talk that much or express feelings so she always stays quiet. And she had a really bad childhood, got be@ten up and ignored. She never had a normal childhood. By the time Kenan never knew he starts to see her alone at restaurant or pic nics alone and started to feel guilty but never brought it up.

So one day the reader thought she’s alone at home and Kenan told her that he’ll be away.

So she wanted to sleep without a shirt. And that night Kenan appears there because the game got cancelled and when he approached her he saw her scars on her back that were caused by her parents. He starts to regret treating you like that and starts treating you better and spends time with you.

You can make a fluff or bad ending doesn’t really matter but I always prefer bad endings hehe I would really love for you to make this a story !!

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SAD GIRL • KENAN YILDIZ

( pairing ) kenan yıldız x reader

warnings - trigger warning, violence and abuse, a lot of angst. I tried my best and i hope this meets your expectations 💞

In your eyes, the marriage had been perhaps the best thing to have ever happened to you. It provided you with the opportunity to escape the clutches of your dysfunctional family, and finally find some semblance of normalcy in your life.

Knowing that it had been Kenan had made you feel exhilarated, a feeling that you weren’t quite used to.

Kenan had been reputable for being a rather charismatic gentleman, and his polite, sweet demeanour had been all the talk on your wedding day. You hadn’t met him yet, but the idea of him had made you fall in love.

You couldn’t be blamed, because to you this concept of genuity was so foreign to you, that daydreaming about it had made you feel as if you were on cloud nine.

That was until you truly got to know Kenan behind closed doors. Except you never truly got to know him.

Unlike you, Kenan found this marriage an unappealing burden that had chained him down to a person he could not care less for.

He was incredibly indifferent to your presence, and continued on about as if your marriage had never happened. After the ceremony had occurred and you’d been driven off to a fancy villa, Kenan had behaved as if you didn’t exist.

He never acknowledged your presence until absolutely necessary, and it felt as if you were a ghost living inside this empty house, begging, yearning to be noticed, but never spared a single glance.

For you this marriage had ignited a flicker of hope, of learning to love, and for building a meaningful relationship, a turnabout from the life your parents had imposed on you. You hadn’t imagined anything would hurt more than the scathing words and harsh treatment that they had inflicted upon you, until you were faced with the brutal rejection from Kenan. Atleast, at your parents house, you were never ignored, but with Kenan, you didn’t feel like a person, you felt like a soul in purgatory, suffering endlessly and without anyone to turn to.

This marriage with Kenan broke you in ways that you hadn’t thought possible. How could a rejection from the man you had been promised to have hurt so agonisingly when you didn’t even truly know him?

You couldn’t explain the stark difference in his behaviour from what you’d heard to what you’d experienced, and thus, the only person you had to blame was yourself.

Some nights, when the house is quiet and Kenan’s side of the bed is cold and empty, you lie awake and wonder what it is about you that makes you so unlovable. It’s a question that haunts you, clawing at the edges of your mind until it’s the only thing you can hear. You think back to your childhood, to the years spent trying and failing to earn your parents' love. You tried to be good, to be perfect, to be everything they wanted, but nothing was ever enough. Every cruel word, every slap, every moment of their disdain etched itself into your soul, carving out the belief that you were broken, unworthy, fundamentally flawed. You remember having gone through lengths, making sure you were academically on top, and when that wasn’t enough, pushing yourself towards sports to prove that you were capable, but despite these achievements, your parents refused to acknowledge any of it. You remember once, sitting at the edge of your room, if the tiny space could even be called that, your cheeks red from the stinging slaps and your arms littered with bruises, and not a single tear in your eyes. You felt hollow, the one question rotating over in your head, again and again and again.

“What is wrong with me?”

Your marriage with Kenan has only made this thought return full force, from when it just lingered to the back of your mind, to now always on the forefront of your thoughts, on the tip of your tongue, as if any moment you’d ask the question, say it out loud, but no matter.

Kenan never hears you anyway.

You sit in the spacious lounge of this house, Kenan is home, but you are alone. He’s with someone, another girl who doesn’t share the misfortune as you do, who’s laugh echoes around the house and to you, feels like nails on a chalkboard, pinching at your ears and leaving the heart you have in your chest aching worse as the clock ticks by.

Once again, you sit there and contemplate for perhaps the umpteenth time, the same question that oppresses you.

You see the same disappointment in Kenan’s eyes, the same coldness, the same quiet contempt that tells you what you’ve always feared, there’s something wrong with you. You’ve begun to believe it must be true because why else would Kenan treat you this way? Why else would he refuse to look at you, to touch you, to acknowledge that you’re anything more than an inconvenience he’s forced to endure? Why else would he parade other women in front of you, each of them more beautiful, more captivating, more everything than you’ll ever be?

The more Kenan pulls away, the deeper you sink into yourself, convinced that his indifference is a reflection of your worth. You’ve searched for answers in every mirror, scrutinizing your face, your body, every part of yourself that feels inadequate. You pick apart every flaw, every imperfection, as if solving the puzzle of your own ugliness might finally explain why you are so impossible to love. You try to change, to smile more, to be kinder, quieter, less of whatever it is that pushes people away. But no matter how much you give, no matter how much of yourself you twist and bend and break to fit into the shape of someone deserving, it’s never enough.

The rejection feels like a knife to the heart, twisting deeper each time Kenan walks past you as if you’re nothing. You wonder what it would feel like to be touched by him in kindness, to have him hold you like you mattered, just once. You’ve replayed it in your mind a thousand times, trying to imagine the warmth of his hand in yours, the weight of his arm around your shoulders, the sound of your name spoken with something other than disdain. But that warmth never comes. All you get is the chill of his absence, the searing pain of knowing that you are invisible, unwanted, unloved, and that’s all that you’ll ever be.

Despite all this endless questioning, you never get any closer to understanding why you’re in this predicament.

It hurts, like you’re drowning in a sea of sorrow, and every breath is a struggle against the relentless waves of the ruthless ocean. It’s the taste of salt on your lips—the bitter residue of tears that never seem to end—and the weight in your chest that sits like a stone, heavy and immovable, pressing down with a quiet, unyielding ache.

You have long since given up on hope, that maybe one day it will get better, the pain will decrease, but it never does.

Today, you don’t stay inside, the chattering of the girl twists a little deeper into your poor heart than usual, and you decide to step out.

You somehow make it to a cafe and settle down, in a spot. You’re so attuned to the feeling of loneliness that it doesn’t bother you as people glance at you, some with curiosity and most with pity, preoccupied with your heartache.

You realise just how pathetic, pitiful you must appear. Your face permanently stained with tear marks and eyes so red, your figure frail from negligence on everyone you’ve known, including yourself.

You don’t realise however, that it is enough to warrant headlines.

The next morning you’re going viral on the internet,

“Kenan Yildiz’s wife spotted, lonely and sombre. What could be the cause?”

You can’t help yourself as you look through the comments.

“lol how do we even know if she’s his wife, we’ve never seen a single photo of them together”

“oh please, she’s probably a lying attention seeking white trying to get Kenan’s attention, bet she’s never met the guy. Yawn.”

“Who the fuck is this?”

“Kenan is not married what in the fake news”

You’re not surprised by it, but still it stings. You knew Kenan never made it known that he had been married, the night of your wedding day had become news to the world, but it had been buried away by Kenan’s refusal to acknowledge it.

It wasn’t as if you ever accompanied Kenan anywhere either, you went out alone, he never invited you to his games or any award ceremonies, he ignored you just as much on the outside as he did at home.

The only people who actually acknowledge this news are your parents, they come knocking on your door while Kenan is out, not at all pleased by your act that had so perfectly tarnished their reputation, and then the very night they make it very abundantly clear to you just how much displeasure you bring to them.

The pain is sharp and jagged, like shards of glass lodged deep inside, cutting with every thought, and every word your mother hisses at you, and every hit your father directs at you tears you down further.

When they leave, you’re all by yourself on the floor, like broken china that no one cares about or ever will bother picking up.

That night you cry yourself to sleep, so incredibly tired, and you think to yourself about how much of an abomination you are, if only you didn’t ever exist at all.

You’re mentally exhausted to the point that you fall asleep right there on the floor in your mess. And for the first time, Kenan takes notice of you.

He has always been aware of your presence, but had blatantly rejected it, even though guilt had begun to seep into this facade of pretending that he was indifferent to you.

He had noticed how you were always alone, no friends to tag along with when you went out to a restaurant, and barely anyone to talk to. He noticed how you tried your very hardest to make yourself as small as you could in the home that was supposed to be both his and yours. You never spared any expense on yourself from his money, to the point that all the groceries in the house went untouched by you, never eating the food that was there, as if you felt unworthy of sharing the same stuff he did.

His conscience had fought with him a lot, but then his pertinacity had won out.

Kenan comes home late that night, the weight of his usual indifference wrapped around him like a heavy coat. The house is quiet, too quiet, but it doesn’t feel unfamiliar, because that is how you are, yet as he steps inside, he feels a strange sense of unease. The lights are dim, casting long, flickering shadows across the walls, and for a moment, he almost calls out for you, but stops himself—old habits of pride and detachment still holding him back. As he walks through the hallway, his footsteps echo softly on the wooden floor, and that’s when he sees you, crumpled in the corner, lying there as if the world itself had thrown you away.

He freezes, staring at the scene that steals the breath from his lungs. You’re curled up on the cold, hard floor, your fragile frame barely shielded by the thin shadow that frames you. The soft glow of the lamplight reveals a tapestry of dark, angry bruises spreading across your arms and face, fresh and vicious, like cruel brushstrokes on pale canvas. Your cheeks are stained with dried tears, and your breaths come in shallow, ragged bursts, as if each inhale is a battle against the pain you carry. The sight of you, so small, so vulnerable, hits him like a punch to the gut, and for the first time in a long time, something shifts in him.

Guilt seeps in, thick and suffocating, wrapping around his heart like a vice. He kneels beside you, his hands trembling as he reaches out, hesitant and unsure. He touches your shoulder, lightly at first, afraid of causing you more pain, and when you stir, blinking up at him through swollen eyes, he feels the weight of his neglect crash down on him. He’s been blind to your suffering, wrapped up in his own resentments, his own desires, never once considering the cost of his actions—or inactions—on the person he promised to protect, however unwillingly.

Your own eyes widen a little, surprised at seeing him so close to you, for the first time since your wedding, and you aim to move away, but an egregious amount of pain has you stopping, and you try to keep the groan from escaping out your mouth.

"Who did this to you?" His voice is low, and there’s a vulnerability there, breaking, a far cry from the coldness you’ve grown accustomed to. You don’t answer, still in shock from seeing him so close. That is when you notice the freckles of golden in his green eyes, or perhaps you have a concussion that’s making you see things.

Kenan’s eyes run over your body, the bruises tell a story he can’t ignore, and for the first time, he sees you—not as the burden he’s resented, but as someone who’s been hurt far too many times, someone he’s failed in the worst possible way.

Kenan helps you up, his touch gentler than it has ever been. He wraps his arms around you, careful not to press against your bruises, and for the first time, you feel his warmth—real, unguarded, like he’s trying to shield you from the world that’s been so unkind. He guides you to the bedroom, the one he’s kept so meticulously separate from you, and tucks you into the bed as if you’re something precious. He sits beside you that night, eyes never leaving your face, and vows silently to himself that he will be different, that he will be better. For you, it all feels as if you’re on an alien planet, an alternative reality where everything feels so foreign, unaccustomed to having anyone, not just Kenan, actually look at you beyond the same gaze of disdain that you’ve known your whole life.

In the days that follow, Kenan is not the man you remember. He wakes early to make you breakfast, though he’s clumsy in the kitchen, burning toast and fumbling with the coffee machine. You watch him from the table, wrapped in a blanket, still wary, but there’s something different in his eyes—softer, almost pleading. He sits with you as you eat, quiet but present, as if his mere company might patch over the wounds he’s spent so long ignoring.

He starts to notice the little things—the way you flinch when someone speaks too loudly, the way you keep your head down as if expecting another blow. He learns how sometimes you don’t answer, assuming that he isn’t speaking to you, and it fills him with regret. He learns to be gentle, careful with his words, speaking to you with a softness that feels foreign on his tongue. He doesn’t bring anyone home anymore; the house is yours, a sanctuary he’s determined to protect. Slowly, he starts to open up, telling you about his own struggles, his own fears, the reasons he’s built walls so high around his heart. It’s not an excuse, but it’s a start, and you find yourself listening, inching closer with each shared truth.

Kenan begins to take you out on walks in the park, away from the stifling walls of the house that holds too many memories. He holds your hand, tentatively at first, but when you don’t pull away, he squeezes a little tighter, as if to say he’s here now, and he’s not going anywhere. He surprises you with small gestures—your favorite flowers on the table, a book you mentioned once, a soft touch on your shoulder when you seem lost in thought. It’s awkward and unsure, but it’s real, and each day, the distance between you shrinks just a little more.

One evening, as the sun sets and paints the room in hues of gold, Kenan sits beside you on the couch, holding your hand. He’s nervous, you can tell, but his eyes are earnest. “I’m sorry,” he says, his voice cracking under the weight of everything he’s kept buried. “For all of it. For not seeing you, for not being what you needed. I know I’ve hurt you, and I can’t take that back, but I want to try. I want to be better—for you.”

For a moment, you say nothing, the words catching in your throat. But when you look at him, really look at him, you see someone trying, someone who’s finally willing to let you in. You nod, squeezing his hand back, and though the road ahead is uncertain, for the first time, it feels like it’s yours to walk together.

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10. Through a Kiss

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Hi @tohru-n!! You're too kind. Thank you, I'm glad you enjoy my fanarts 💖💞

Yes, I've read "Those Gentle Slopes that Lead to Hell" before!! Such a beautiful fic! I read some of it years ago, and although I haven't continued reading the newest chapters, I still remember how compelling it was. There are so many scenes I love, but if I had to choose, then this is the one I remember and like the most:

I've always been so fascinated by the concept of taking soul through a kiss ever since I first watched it in the anime. It's arguably a very generic scene we can find in many Kuroshitsuji fanfics, but there's just something about it I can't get enough of. In this fic in particular, I love how surprised Ciel was. If I remember correctly, Ciel already had a bit of a crush on Sebastian at this point, but they were playing games in which showing weakness could be considered losing. Ciel, who had always acted strong and aloof, was so taken aback by Sebastian's answer at this scene. This glimpse of flustered and unsure Ciel is something I found really endearing ^^

Lastly, thank you to the wonderful @k-s-morgan, the author of the fic who has given her best sharing this story with us, and also for giving me permission to draw and post this fanart ^^💞

[a11eya]

Heyyy so firstly just wanna say I love lwgyh and your writing is beautiful. For the event you’re thinking about doing what about either coffee shop/bookstore au or dystopia au with Bakugou?

you're so sweet 🥺💞 i'm so glad you're enjoying lwgyh, and thank you for reading!

so—i'm not sure if you're referring to the build-a-fic event i was talking about last week or the fanfic trope mashup game i reblogged recently!! i'm going to assume it's for the game, since those AUs you mentioned are listed 🙏

6. Coffee Shop AU 💖 Bakugou Katsuki x Reader

“Hey.”

“Hey,” you say, voice distant, distracted. “One sec, okay?”

You don’t wait for a response, continuing to pipe out frosting, wanting to finish this complicated design while you’re in the groove of things.

After a minute, you exhale and lean back. The cake looks good. You’re positive your client’s going to be pleased.

You look up.

Bakugou’s leaning against the kitchen doorway, watching you. His arms are crossed. You’re surprised he hasn’t come over to hover over your shoulder, pressuring you to finish up and give him your full attention. It’s what he always does—impatient, overbearing. Distracting.

He’s lucky you like him, despite it all.

These last two years contracted with his coffee shop, providing them with baked goods, were rough at times. Bakugou’s ruthless, demanding, only wanting the best and things his way. He’s not afraid to say what’s on his mind, and he doesn’t care how it comes out. It’s resulted in several arguments between the two of you. But you’ve come to an understanding, now. You respect his high standards, and he respects your expertise.

“You hear for the week’s shipment? You’re early,” you say, cocking your head.

“Here to go over the quantities. We need to increase them again,” he says.

“Really?” You smile, pleased. “That’s great news!”

Your smile fades into a frown. “Oh, but I can’t tonight. I’m going to the small business association meeting.”

Bakugou clicks his tongue. “Then we’ll meet after. I’ll wait.”

You begin putting away your supplies, the cake, and start cleaning yourself up.

“No can do, Bakugou,” you say. “Going on a date right after. Let’s meet tomorrow.”

Bakugou scowls. “A date? What dumbass asked you on a date?”

You half turn your body to look at him, hands stuck under the sink, soapy. You glare.

“You’re so rude. I’m not the one who hasn’t gone on a single date in over a year. Loser.” Not like you’re much better. You’ve gone on a couple dates over the past couple years that’ve all amounted to nothing. You keep trying because you think it’ll help you get over this dumb crush on the mean blond in front of you. You’re getting a little desperate.

Bakugou scoffs. “I’m focused on my business, not dating randos.”

You wipe your hands dry and come over to him, looking up into his grumpy face.

“Well, that’s your choice. Now please scooch yourself out of my kitchen and out of my bakery. I’ve got places to be.”

You place your hands on his back and push. You try to ignore the warmth of his skin through his shirt, the breadth of his shoulders.

Predictably, he doesn’t move an inch. Instead, completely unpredictably, he twists around and grabs your wrists, pulling you closer.

Startled, you blink rapidly as he leans in. He smells a little of coffee and whatever detergent he uses. His eyes are such a warm red, so close.

“What—” you start, but stop as the bell above your front door chimes and you hear light footsteps approach the kitchen.

Bakugou releases you just as another blond head pops through the door.

“Hey!” Takami smiles. “Ready to go?”

[on-leatheredwings]

i've found your account only a few days ago but ever since then I've been STUCK here rereading your fanfics, especially ones with damian. i wasn't even a dc fan (heard about some stuf, watched some films and cartoons, but that's it) but now im reading comics since im Obsessed and need more batboys in my life (rip my productivity😔)

Anyway, after Sleepover i'm curious what will Bruce (and maybe even Thalia) think of batboys strange behaviour towards reader. He's smart, so he definitely notices it early on, but how he'll react....

I can see him being weirded out (like he was by Jason's anger issues, before his death), but he also can be an enabler, since Robin (literaly any of them) had a hard life, so if those relationships can help him why not pretend that everything is normal? you'll be safer in a Wayne's Manor anyway

All in all, thanks for a new hyperfixation 💞💞

P.s. About games:

1. Boyfriend to death 1&2 - since you're into yanderes you might want to check this game out. I prefer the second game, but the first is also fun. But beware the trigger warnings!!

2. Long live the Queen - more of a raising sim than dating sim but you still can romance some guys and girls.

,3. Hatoful Boyfriend - mostly a comedy, but there is a yandere.

4. The Royal Trap - it's been a long time since i played it, but it used to be one of my favorites so i'll just mention it.

5. Higurashi - once again not really a romance sim, but its an interesting horror mixed with a slice of life

;A; AWWWW THANK YOU IM SO HAPPY YOU LIKE MY STUFF.... THAT MAKES ONE OF US GIJSDOFAFGHFOJDSD

and yes yes get into DC!!! (girl who hasnt even read a full run since like. injustice)

damn now you got me thinking and excited. incoming spiel

i agree entirely about bruce just knowing how Bad things can get, so to make things simpler, he's like "yes, your darling(s) can stay in the manor, boys. 🙄"

mmm yes..... when it comes to bruce noticing the batboys are yandere, i think it's always sinfully delightful to just have him be reluctantly okay with it. 😈 it's also easier narratively ngl but i also like the idea that the batfam is all just corrupted.

bruce's thoughts are that they (his sons) fight for vengeance and justice but this is where they could use some leeway.... we all need our vice... they fight so hard for gotham, they deserve a little treat (getting rid of your human rights)... it's very "Dad who wants his sons to have happiness even if its not healthy" of him. in fics where bruce is a yandere, well, he's the exact same way so he can't judge. although if that's the case, i like the idea of bruce just being like "yes what we do isn't right. let's not talk about it. just don't kill <3"

still wondering what i like more. a yan!bruce who's self aware what he's doing is wrong but he just refuses to think about it. or a yan!bruce that justifies it all because of his paranoia, Tower of Babel style (if you don't know, that's when it's revealed batman has plans to subdue/kill the justice league just in case they go rogue.)

for the batboys depends on their personality... for damian, he's so resolute in things that i prefer when he just believes 100% what he's doing is okay, if not actually righteous. ^_^

hmmm talia.... I'M STILL UNSURE HOW I PREFER THAT AS WELL... i think talia being a you-arent-good-enough-for-my-son mom is a little cliche but also. she kinda would say that. you'd have to prove your worth somehow but idk how tf darling would do that LOL. in the end, i think talia is just relieved/comforted that her son indeed feels desire and wants love and will continue the family legacy (regardless if youre afab/can biologically have children.)

no THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!! AND THANKS FOR RECS!!!! heheh yeah ive checked out btd and im not averse to the warnings its more like im not that most of into the designs ngl. fox guy seems cute? AND LMAO FUNNY BC IM ON A HIGURASHI REWATCH (never played it tho)

[bogglecatboxx]

genshin reverse au headcanons

in which you’re a character in the hit video game genshin impact, and they’re your biggest fan ; notes: gn!reader, all lower case, reader is a limited 5-star bc i said so, also reader is an antagonist in tartaglia’s part lmao

venti:

if you have any kind of character song or leitmotif, he’s learning it on every instrument he owns. posts an acoustic cover online. (he also writes an original song about you, but he keeps that one to himself, wanting to really perfect it first.)

has pins and keychains of you; you’re probably also his phone wallpaper. reads fanfics of you and goes ‘y/n would NOT say that >:/‘

runs teams centered around you; regardless of what role you are, he makes sure the rest of the team has synergy with you. even if he has to run a specific character that you don’t work well with for whatever reason, you stay on the team lol. any online friends he plays with are so used to this they might accidentally refer to him as y/n.

hums while playing; if you have any singing or humming voice lines, he tries to hum along to them.

tartaglia:

no matter what role you’re supposed to be, he’s running full damage y/n. if you’re supposed to be a support this is extremely confusing to people, especially when they see how well he’s making it work (he likes the challenge). if you’re meant to be a dps anyway, people are still surprised to see the high damage he’s doing and how fast he clears bosses.

probably posts pictures or videos like ‘clearing spiral abyss w just y/n (and traveller) !!’

on that note, he probably does run a one-character team for everything he can. you’re strong enough to win on your own, why would he need anyone else?

does your boss fight/trounce domain on repeat. feels kinda bad for repeatedly beating up his favorite character, but also loves seeing you in your (slightly evil) element.

posts stuff like ‘i support hot people’s rights AND wrongs 🥺💕’ and ‘i don’t want to fix them i love them as they are 💖💞’ next to screenshots of cutscenes where you commit atrocities

lyney:

had been playing before your banner (freminet had introduced him to the game), but you were the first (and likely only) 5star character he c6’d

honestly, lynette is probably sick of hearing about y/n this and y/n that all the time. (she doesn’t play herself, although she sometimes watches her brothers play.) (freminet’s a little sick of it, too, even if you are one of his favorite characters.)

practices small, simple card tricks during cutscenes and loading screens (he has, like, ten decks of cards on his desk alone). gets embarrassed if he fumbles while you’re on screen lol

will try to find a way to do any cool magic you do in game with practical effects. depending on how magical or complicated your abilities are, this might take a while, but he’s determined to look at least almost as cool as you do in game.

probably most likely to cosplay you.

[pleasantspark]

Pink Eyes - Chapter Three Yandere! Cell x Saiyan! OC (Orion) Genre: Horror/Romance(?) Tropes: Yandere Part of the Pink Eyes Series Warnings: Yandere, Possessive Behavior, Murder, Death, Stalking, Cell being allowed to live, Hide Away Inspired, Sexual Content AUs Utilized: Overhaul AU

Cell held onto Orion as she slept, it was the future. He slipped his fingers in her pussy. She gets up and shivers. "C-Cell what are you doing?"

"Relax, Orion~ I'm trying to give you something you'd enjoy~" Cell smiled, his pink eyes flashing with lust.

"Cell, I'm... I'm pregnant already... What use do you have for this?" She asked.

"I just want to be with you, isn't that flattering enough?" He asked.

The first thing Orion noticed upon going downstairs was the odd energy of Roots, the way he looked away upon Orion's arrival. He could barely even muster up the courage to stare at her.

Especially with what happened yesterday.

The days events of yesterday had rendered him completely terrified. And he feared for what Cell might do if he were to tell Orion. So he kept it to himself. On days like these, he wished that Beet was still alive.

The fact of his death still lingered, and it didn't hurt any less than it had when he died. He was just so preoccupied with keeping the Princess safe. But with the arrival of Cell, and his positioned threatened he felt like he had to do something. His eyes drooped with the stress.

He couldn't take it. He just wanted to tell Orion to get rid of Cell, to remove him from the house. That he isn't safe, nor is he fit to be Zarburne's future Step-Father.

But part of him knew that Orion would never believe him. Never in a million years will she have thought that Cell is a heartless pyscho who managed to bend a strong Elite Trained Warrior who has stood the test of time, battled the hardest battles and even lost the one he loved... No, there's no time for him to talk about or think about Beet.

Grgh. He hated Cell. For everything he had done.

For what he had turned him into.

Cell hated rats.

And kids.

But most of all he hated Kids.

He never intended to fully have a kid with Orion at all. He found it to be repulsing and timewasting. But the act of bonding them together with the act so intimate and beautiful outweighed the pure disgust. He never spent time with any of the Cell Jr's seeing them as useless as they can get.

Who knows where they are for all he knows. But he always found Orion his one true lover. He and her promised things. That was until her eventual death.

He snapped.

Losing her was what set him down to near insanity and traveling back to the past. He wanted to see her again, to feel her again, to have her see him and know his presence.

And for once...

He obliged.

<Last Chapter >Next Chapter

[otpcutie]

WIP game

@katia-anyway tysm for the tag💞💞

RULES: Post the last sentence you wrote (fanfic / original / anything) and tag as many people as there are words in the sentence.

This is from my latest WIP. I was trying to avoid starting any new fics rn, but naturally the gremlin in my brain won😂😇

My last sentence:

The second he’d stepped off the elevator Steve watched as his colleagues all but swooned over the guy—Ari fucking Levinson.

= 21 tags. Challenge accepted :3

Tagging: @elskanellis @endlesstwanted @muse-of-gods @andrea1717 @basicallyahedgehog @buckyismybicycle @ladderofyears @owl-of-fandom @stargazing-enby @thebisexualmandalorian @professional-benaddict @starksvinyls @nicoline1998enilocin @greenwichmeanlime @polizwrites @notvirginawoolf @beyondtheclose @all-alone-he-turns-to-stone @shealwaysreads @fragile-teacup @sunshinebuckybarnes

[4getfulimaginator2022]

Jorleesi Fic + Author Rec

In honor of Fanfic Writer's Appreciation Day 2024, I wanted to do a fic rec list for my new fandom, Jorleesi (Jorah x Daenerys from Game of Thrones). Here are some of my top fic recs, and I am also including an author rec list for the amazing individuals who have contributed so much to this fandom! Happy reading and please show all of these great authors some love ❤️ here on Tumblr and AO3!

Fic Recs🔥(with my cover art)

Author recs ❣️

@fandomsbyladymelodrama on AO3

@rileypotter17 on AO3

@salzrand on AO3

charliebrown90

@houseofthebear on AO3

@ser-jorah-the-andal on AO3

@wildfire-1980 on AO3

@gettingovergreta on AO3

@clarasimone on AO3

@terisrog on AO3

@thank-god-and-you on AO3

@thethingswelove on AO3

@bridgr6 on AO3

@toas-tea on AO3

@khaleesa on AO3

@fanoftheknight on AO3

@squilf on AO3

I'm so sorry if I forgot to mention anyone! Thank you again for all you have given this fandom and best wishes from one of your readers! 💗💞💝 And to everyone looking for great Jorleesi fics to read - please go read and review their work!

[varganardi]

About me, DNI/BYF & masterlist!

Hi and welcome to my account! :D

I'm Espresso and I'm 21.

They/she pronouns (genderfluid) & queer.

I am an aspiring author and currently in university.

I have Audhd and dyscalculia, so writing and drawing is my safe space :)

I like meeting new people and interacting with other self shippers - especially if we're in the same fandoms! My DM's are open - feel free to tell me about your self ships etc! :3 (just be nice please LOL)

I also do art commissions at Ko-Fi!

I romantically self ship with Ignacio Varga from Better call Saul, and Ágata Jiménez from La casa de papel.

I'm not comfortable sharing them.

My secondary romantic f/o is Elaine Benes from Seinfeld!

Platonic f/o's: Domingo Molina (BCS), Denver & Monica (LCDP)

Queerplatonic f/o's: Klaus Hargreeves (TUA)

I ship my f/o's with self insert OC's - so theyre not me, but I relate to them in many ways.

Self insert OC's:

Laura Bernardi, Clementia Theodor & Sky

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I am not comfortable sharing f/o's. If you're a "double" you can follow me, but I'll probably not follow you back. Please don't take it personally!

Same goes out for people that post a lot about canon x canon ships with my f/o.

My f/o's are very dear to me, and it genuinely makes me uncomfortable/sad seeing other ships with them.

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[lunarleonardo]

So, I'm using a translator to write this because English isn't my first language, so I'm sorry if there's anything wrong.

Anyway, I've just finished reading impermanent attachment and it was amazing!!! I'm not normally someone who likes things related to time loops, but your fanfic made me completely change my mind!! I loved it from start to finish, especially the time loop parts.

By the way, I'd like to know if you've ever thought about writing something that wasn't directly related to the killing games, I think it would be really cool to see some story of yours with the drv3 characters that wasn't just about the killing games.

I've really loved all the fanfics you've written of saiouma, especially impermanent attachment, and I'm really curious how love letter will continue!

Thank you so much for all these wonderful stories <3 Sorry for the long text and if there are any mistakes in the translation by the way!

(⁠｡⁠・⁠/⁠/⁠ε⁠/⁠/⁠・⁠｡⁠) AAA !!! Thank you!! Time loops are always a little hit or miss (at least for me), so I'm glad you liked it so much <3 💞

To answer your question, yeah !! I actually have 2 ideas in my . silly little brain that isnt killing game centered. Both are post-game aus (one of which might be a saimatsu fic?) and once I finish Love Letter, I'm definitely gonna write at least one of them ^_^ hehe ... let's just say shuichis in for a bit of a treat. A human experimentation treat >:3c ...

Thank you so much for your kind words !!! I really appreicate it <3 💕💕 Stuff like this gives me a lot more motivation and confidence to write to genuinely, thank you so so much (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡ 💞