#gabs writing

[altschmerzes]

having the same tropes that you go back to time and time again even when you don't mean to is so like,,, you do the thing Again and it's like damn i really am like this. you're writing a fic you didn't plan to Do The Thing in and all of a sudden it's like-

[foundfamilywhump]

see like the thing with 'carewhumpers' as a concept to me is it just like... i know this is prrrrobably not really how it's meant but something skeeves me out about the idea that kindness or caretaking mixed in with hurting someone can somehow meaningfully complicate or dilute the harm done to the point of making that character no longer a 'whumper' whereas someone doing the same 'bad' things but not ever being gentle or caring for them would just be a straight-out whumper. when like... that's how 90% of irl abuse dynamics work? so i just... don't really get the point, i guess. like to me it implies something about the 'care' provided somehow mitigating or combating the harm done that. i just do not personally appreciate or enjoy.

[bbrissonn]

Request for Kylian! When y/n is the one supporting in Ethan’s games cause kylian is out with Hakimi in New York (or somewhere) and then the players in other team keeps flirting with y/n and Ethan is protective and told everything to Kylian and he gets mad or something like that hehehehe

under the cut !

okay so i decided to use the ethan’s first game with the first team during the world cup so yeah:))

warnings: not proofread

You were currently sitting a booth next to the Mbappé parents, along with their older brother, his wife and their kids. A smile was plastered on your face as you watch Ethan sub into the match, all of you yelling as the announcer said his name, making him chuckle a bit. Soon, you received a text from Kylian along with a voice message. You jumped a bit as you clicked play, only for your boyfriend’s voice to start yelling like a maniac, making everyone look at you. 

“He’s a little excited if you can’t tell.” You said with a small smile to Wilfrid, who only shook his head with a laugh, not surprised by how his son was acting. 

Later, you found yourself standing in the spot you’ve waited for Kylian so many times, only this time you were waiting for his little brother. The rest of his family had decided to go wait in the car, leaving you all alone. At first, you didn’t mind, you had done this millions of time, but you quickly changed your mind as a couple of players from the other team approached you. 

“Hey, pretty girl. Changed your mind since we spoke?” One of them asked, making you roll your eyes. The last time they had played here, the same boys had approached, wanting to take you back to their hotel room, but Kylian was quick to step in. Only this time, he wasn’t there, and you knew the boys knew that it gave them an advantage. 

“Nope.” You said, your focus staying on your phone, not wanting them to think they had your attention. 

“Why not? You’re little guard dog isn’t here, he doesn’t need to know.” One of the other boys said, almost making you gag at his word. You were about to make a snarky comeback, but Ethan’s voice beat you. 

“Leave her alone.” He said as he stood in between the three guys and you, making them laugh before looking at the boy. 

“Ethan, drop it, okay? Let’s go.” You said, grabbing the younger boy by the arm and pulling him away before things escalated. 

~

“Are you okay?” Kylian asked as soon as you answered his phone call, making you chuckle a bit. 

“Well, hello to you too, Kyky. How was my day? It was great, how was yours? Wow, no way that happened!” You spoke, your voice laced with sarcasm, making him roll his eyes. 

“Chérie, I’m serious.” 

“Yes, I am okay, Kylian. Why wouldn’t I be?” 

“Because those assholes came up to you again!” He said like it was the most obvious thing in the world, making you roll your eyes at his words. 

“Ky, you’re being a bit dramatic, babe.” 

“Nuh-uh. You’re the one who’s being too casual about this! I swear the next time we play them I am gonna--” 

“You’re gonna go nothing, Kylian.” You cut him off, your tone sharp and strict, making him whine into the phone. 

[randomingoftherandomness]

okay I hope you can help me: I'm somewhat new to chinese drama as in I still don't understand all the way people call themselves or the nickname thing like Bing'er, Xiabo etc I was hoping you could help me and explain it to me or direct me to a site that explain in details because I'm down the mysterious lotus casebook hole and I have ideas for fic but i don't know what to use. Especially since my main idea is a girl!duobing fic. Would they call her A-bao ? please help if you can! thank you!

Hiya! Okay, I may make some mistakes on this so I’m tagging my cdrama moots to jump in for any input @sarah-yyy @romchat @rose-tinted-vision @weilongfu @dangermousie @killerandhealerqueen

To answer;

1. Yes, A’Bao (or Ah Bao or A-Bao, depending on your preferences, would be something they would call her

2. Think of Xiao- or A-, in front of someone’s name as kind of an endearment or a way to denote station/closeness.

3. Let’s use for example, Li LianHua; Li-gongzi (Young Master Li; how you respectfully call a son of a family; you can add an er-, san- to denote if the person is the second or third son and so on so forth), Li-shifu (Master Li; shifu is what you call your teacher)

4. Now, if we say for example Xiao Bao or A’Bao, Bao’er, that is what you would call someone you’re close to.

5. Xiao- is what I would call my younger cousins or siblings or a younger friend or someone younger than me, A- is what I would call a same age friend, -er is something I find either between parents and their kids or between couples. Though this could differ from situation to situation.

6. Further example, @dangermousie (fam, indulge me hehe) based on our interactions and mutuals status, I could call them Mousie-er or A’Mouse. In real life, I only use the A—. It’s too weird for me to use the other two, so personally, which one you use is very subjective in my opinion.

It’s rather simple and I know this wasn’t as in depth as it could be. But I hope it answered some basic questions at least.

[kzbrekkerr]

— real. | kaz brekker.

hi! welcome to this new kaz blog ig! this is just a tiny blurb and the main quote is from an amazing blog @thesuntomyshadows. hope you enjoy it, and feel free to ask anything!

summary: when y/n saw the real kaz. quote based "i don't really believe in guns." x "well trust me, they're very real." with fem!crow!reader x kaz. 😋

Kaz's witch wasn't really sure when she started working with dirty hands.

it should've started with a one time thing. easy job. doing whatever it was he said it and getting some great amount of kruges out of it.

unfortunately, a one time thing became four, five and six, and within months she started to be part of a barrel gang - something she promised to the saints and her father she would never do. y/n wouldn't admit it, but it was way to easy to fell in love with all of kaz's razzle dazzle.

this time, though, it should've been an easy one. the girl didn't had a lot of details, but once it was just her, jesper and the boss himself, she considered it to be a small thing. do some pretending, get into a simple fight, and get out of there with whatever it was that kaz needed.

"just a little something before you do your thing."

it was her usual job. being bait. hiding poorly in the corner's, pretending to be helpless and desperate, before pulling one of her favorite tricks at one of the disgusting pekka rolling's man. but it was no surprise to anyone that kaz brekker's witch was able to do a lot of things with her hands, even though no one were really sure how.

the improvising part of the plans weren't really y/n's cup of tea. but working for the bastard of the barrel always came with a surprise. kaz never let anything more than the bare minimum slip. nevertheless, she accepted whatever he needed it, never questioning it. it was unpredictable, almost cruel.

until he holds out a gun for her. taking it quietly, observing the piece like she'd never seen it before, it was too heavy, too violent, and definitely way out of anything the girl ever agreed on doing. jesper would probably find that funny. messing with people's hearts was okay, but guns? crossing the line.

"i don't really.." she gulped, fixing her own dress skirt. the dark grey flannel wasn't even close to nina's sunny orange, or inej's elegant turquoise. but it was discreet and delicate, it was y/n's. looking at the gun one more time, she continued. "i don't really believe in guns."

the girl delicatetly pushed it back to his gloved hands, with a tiny smile on her face. y/n knew that doing that was equivalent to walking on thin ice; denying anything to boss, in a particular dangerous moment, wasn't her best idea.

"well," the boy stared at her. the intense gaze seemed to last forever, while the girl could feel the deep blue orbes burning into her skin. he accepted the piece. "trust me, they're very much real." the stern voice, the usual. no sympathy for the girl's dislikes about the weapon, or simply a consideration of changing a tiny bit of one of his plans. not that she was expecting it. "now take it."

quickly, he put it back on her soft hands - the one's that looked like it haven't seen a day of work - slowly securing it, showing her the way she should hold a piece like that. the boy's stare traveled from her hands to her eyes once more, in a silent question if it was really okay. the girl nodded.

"go ahead then."

the crow king whispered, and placed her finger on the trigger. it almost felt like someone else. she couldn't really put her finger to it, but y/n would swear on her whole life she saw the way his gaze softened. even for just a moment. the girl nodded once more, and with a tiny smile - a real one, this time - she secured the gun in her hand.

"ready to go, boss?" jesper didn't gave her enough time to go back to her designated place, so the grin was placed on the gunslinger's face while he payed a lot of attention to the scene happening in front of him.

the girl took a step back, fixing up her skirt once more - like it needed to - and gave her friend a tiny smile. brekker, on the other hand, simply nodded, taking a deep breath, and fixed his already messy dark hair. it was show time, and the trickster needed to be ready.

there she find him again. the bastard of the barrel. the deadliest boy in ketterdam.

and even if it were just for a single second, y/n felt something different when she saw the real kaz brekker. even though the crow girl couldn't really figure it out what it was yet.

[maybanksx]

LOW BLOW | JJ MAYBANK.

routledge!reader x jj maybank. bonfire moments and jj being the little shit he is!

"john b's such a cockblock." she huffed, bending her knees and almost falling into the, already, cold sand. as annoyed as she could've looked, her eyes still held a some sort of hope, the night wasn't over yet.

"he's at it again?" kie plopped down, right next to her best friend, crossed-leg and a blunt between her fingers, furrowing her eyebrows.

"he didn't even say anything this time-" she groaned, hiding her face through her hands, the whole bunch of friendship bracelets covering her wrists. "the death glare was enough to not let anyone come closer." she heard the brown haired girl giggle, already high enough to be feeling good about everything, but still fast enough to notice when y/n pointed at a figure, that was close enough all this time, and heard all of the small talk they were having. "and that's almost your fault as well!"

it was easy enough to recognize him in the crowd. the dirty blonde hair - already messed up from the hat- the kildare used shirt and no shoes. jj was hearing, with a shit eating grin on his face, and two red cups in his hands.

the boy sat right next to both of them. handing y/n one cup of the cheap beer they had at the keg, which led to her taking a sip, before passing the cup to kiara, who did the same, and handed right back to the other girl.

"goody-goody can't end up hooking up with some random touron.." it was jj time to speak. the teasing, almost cheerful tone was loud enough for anyone paying attention to hear. gladly they were at a pretty busy bonfire, and everyone was intoxicated enough to not care. "y'know, y/n/n, your brother would've killed me if i didn't do anything, and c'mon, what if they're like, waiting to kidnap you, or worst, they might have a std and - ouch!"

the girl's elbow poked right through the blonde boy's ribs, letting him take a hand to the spot, forming a big pout on his face. kie giggled. "that's so disgusting, don't say it like that." the grimace on her face made the young routledge forget the whole hooking up night in a second.

"low blow, dove." he was still rubbing his ribs. y/n simply smiled.

jj got lost in it for a second. it was all he could do and no one should blame him for it. the way she did it, delicate and smooth, genuine, without a care in the world, made something inside the maybank boy feel different. anxious, almost excited, but different.

he was joking, soft hearted and all, and she knew it. it was a regular thing between them, the teasing and making fun, never crossing any lines, but still, y/n being the y/n the pogues knew, mumbled a tiny "sorry". if she bumped into a door, she would've say sorry, so even though it was on purpose, she still apologized.

"i know you guys are worried, but i just-" y/n sighed, leaning her head on top of her palm, shoulders falling down. she wasn't truly upset, a little disappointed at herself, maybe. "i wish i could do it just like you guys do."

jj would be lying if he said it didn't feel the tiniest bit of satisfaction to almost kill that boy with his eyes. probably a touron, wearing sunglasses - even in the evening, which was a stupid move - and a confident grin, that tried to make him look like he owned the island, but to jj it was exactly the opposite. the floral shirt and the way he was looking at his best friend's sister's ass was making his blood boil. and still, the last thing he wanted was to make her feel blue about herself.

"all right, c'mon." he stood up, patting his pair of shorts, taking part of the sand out. "you ladies should quit moping and try to defy me, and my incredible pong performance."

"not a chance." kie answers first, taking another drag of her blunt - little braids covering her forehead and face, that was already flushed - shaking her head right after. "i'm alright."

"okay, we lost the first one." the ocean blue eyes took the direction they've been wanting to take all night. raising one of his hands, so y/n could took it. "dove, how does that sound to you?"

the girl pretended to think about it. the way her face scrunched, just like her brother's - and exactly like big john, or what jj remembers of it - before letting her head fall softly to the side, accepting his hand to get up.

"you ready to lose, maybank?" she said, crossing her arms, while walking through the beach where the improvised pong table was, holding in her laugh as long as she could.

"you're the light-headed one!" he defended himself, catching up to her, following right by her side. "two cups and you're already dizzy, if anything, i'm the one winning tonight."

"shut up."

[kaijuparfait]

I saw ur tags about indulging in the body horror aspect of the Symbiote/Host dynamic and im just here to say: do it >:3

YES.

GOD. ok so. I've always enjoyed the concept of body horror, not all the way, but it looked cool in art! But! Recently Symbrock (and Venom as a whole) has turned that up to 100- both in a "Wow! Cool alien creature biting people's heads off! >:D" way, but also in a "The goo is in his organs, his tissue, his cells... how romantic!" way.

And, if you'll excuse me, I'll only be talking about my (limited) knowledge/headcanons with Symbrock because I haven't read all the comics yet so this is all with Eddie and the Venom Symbiote in mind-

Firstly, I don't think I've ever seen anyone mention how the Symbiote can enter/exit it's Host's body through their skin, without damaging the Host. There's no wounds, just the easy slide in between layers of cells, Venom can be as solid as they want but can also come together so seamlessly, its like watching someone fold a deck of cards.

Even on a psychological standpoint, the idea of actually being "Venom". Singular. Not "We" are Venom. But the idea of two beings, from different sides of the universe, coming together perfectly as one being, one mind, one consciousness. A bit of an OC ramble, I have this OC that goes into this idea of acting as one being and I'll talk about them later but WOAH is it fun. The sheer intimacy of it.. not losing your own self, but simply combing it with another to create something- someone new.

Ok onto the actual body horror-

I am not normal about the Symbiote literally being in Eddie's blood. Blood is everywhere in the body, anywhere you poke, blood will come out- and in that, the Symbiote, ready to heal the wound.

Speaking of healing wounds, and also this post because I keep rereading it, it makes me ill, the Venom Symbiote truly sees it's Host as it's home. and that does something to me. The way it keeps the body healthy, like how you would clean your house, no longer having to worry about illnesses or infections; how it heals any injuries, like fixing a broken wall, repainting it, like there was no damage in the first place.

Knowing it's home so well, able to know what's wrong and how to make it right. Complete and utter devotion to it's beloved home, the one that keeps it safe, willingly, lovingly let's it- wants it inside to keep it safe. To know that something that could tear apart planets if it so wanted to, something that bares it's rows of teeth as a natural expression, something that has destroyed countless lives- to know something like that gently rests in the space between your organs because it wants to. And how much you want it to too.

And this goes both ways too! When they're Venom and get hurt, they way the Symbiote peels away from the body is.. its amazing that the Symbiote can be torn away from it's Host. When Eddie gets hurt, the Symbiote comes out, from inside- When Venom gets hurt, instead of blood or organs, it's Eddie at the center, but he acts as the same anyways. Eddie is the Symbiote's life, he is it's heart, carefully tucked away and protected.

Even though Eddie doesn't particularly enjoy eating people's brains, he comes up with a compromise for the 2 of them anyways, he buys tons of chocolate for it to eat too, and that adds up for a guy that is living in a one room flat. and AND AND I will never get over how, in LTBC, Venom leaves all the red m&m's, because the red dye is said to be harmful to humans in large amounts, so even though it's one of the few things it needs to live, it refuses it to keep Eddie- it's Host- it's home safe.

and, I mean, Venom totally could eat Eddie if it so wanted to, in the first movie, Eddie's literally going through.. several organ failures- but Venom puts him back together, back better! and i am suddenly ill-

excuse my weird ideas but hhhhhh Eddie being torn apart and put back together..... yeah. how much trust is needed for that? how much love is shown from letting it consume his flesh and bones, from it eating the thing it loves the most, from it knowing every ridge and curve of every organ and cell to put everything back where it was?

how much love is needed to destroy something, to be destroyed, and come back together?

also Trust Exercise is a dang good fic, i need more of this. please. or i'll start making it myself (i'll do it anyways)

This, too, can go both ways, I am a big fan of swapping how Eddie and Venom and portrayed, both in canon and in fanon, just for the fun of it- and I'm just saying... let Eddie tear apart the Symbiote! maybe Eddie wants to rip it apart with his teeth and bare hands! Let them fight and rip each other apart, but with love <3 (oh fight/sparring scenes between friends/lovers, how i love you so)

you can't really see it well, and i'll make a better show of it later, but my design for (movie) Eddie has sharp teeth and that isn't for no reason. I.... ADORE the idea that, after being Venom for so long, Eddie starts adapting parts of them into his "normal" body- sharper teeth, clouded eyes, maybe even some of his skin is pitch black too, just because it makes him feel like Venom in his everyday life, even a little bit.

ough i need to lay down after that but- THANK YOU so much for asking me this, this was such a treat to let out, it's like a weight has been lifted off me lmao

i'll probably have more on this topic later on, but i'll probably use those ideas for art/writing, i love thinking about them :3

EDIT: ALSO ALSO ALSO the way the Venom Symbiote literally goes against it's very nature to love Eddie, it goes against what every other Symbiote does, it betrays it's entire race and planet- JUST TO BE VENOM WITH EDDIE <3

[ponyatowski]

cause we both know i’ll never be your lover (i only bring the heat)

[altschmerzes]

fighting ghosts and demons (my own internal conviction that everything i write is stupid and boring and cringe inducing and void of genuine pathos)

[wrencatte]

The door rattles when Cal tries it with the Force but it ultimately stays locked. Gabs waits for him to ask BD to slice it or for him to do some Jedi trick that tells him the code only for the waiting to fall into confusion when he shrugs, turns to her, and says, "It's locked."

"....and?" Gabs gestures to it. "Open it."

Cal shakes his head. "I can't. It's locked." He puts emphasis on locked, that that's supposed to mean something to her.

"Okay, just use your lightsaber or something," she says, thinking its code is too complicated or there's no open ports or maybe the Force just doesn't work the way she thinks it does (it doesn't, but not in this case.)

[lorelune]

Lore the *delight* I just felt seeing o4o part three is 17 THOUSAND words and counting cannot be expressed with meager words, this has quite possibly made my whole week! While there is a part of me that wishes I could read it already, that part can stfu and learn to be patient because I know that whatever is cooking over there is going to be WELL worth the wait so take your time, do even 150k words if you need to, I will be here to inhale all the thousands of words as soon as they drop because o4o jing yuan has been living rent free in my head smirking like the cat who got the cream bless you lore for writing all of o4o so far

AAH thank you anon!! 🙏💗!!! your ask honestly makes MY week bc truly the hardest part about writing a long(er) fic is like... keeping up motivation when all the words are just locked in a gdoc being toiled over, rather than shared!! hearing that you are looking forward to it is makes me so 😭💗!!! happy!! i am genuinely so excited to share this next part once it's complete and i can't wait for you to enjoy dear!!

[bbrissonn]

𝐬𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 - 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐡

☆⋆｡°‧★ in which dahlia feels like a high school girl again

☆⋆｡°‧★ will smith x dahlia monroe

☆⋆｡°‧★ wc: 2.5k

☆⋆｡°‧★ au masterlist

☆⋆｡°‧★ i literally created this post on april 29- it's been 5 months 😭😭 but you can all thank will's new post for bringing this fic to life !! also, i cant be bothered to figure out if this story ended on a sunday or saturday, so let's just say the first part is on a sunday night :D

later that same night, dahlia found herself waiting for will in the same sport they met at last time. the game ended with a 5-1 wins for the eagles over michigan state. sadly, will had not collected any points, but he still played amazingly, well in dahlia's eyes he did. the girl let out a soft giggle at violette's text telling her about a stupid disagreement she and her boyfriend had over which cars movie was the best.

the girl then moved to her snapchat, opening a small vlog one of her friends had made before opening her camera to snap her back. the girl could not help the blush that rose to her cheek when she saw the eagles jersey on her. of course, to her friends it just looked like she was supporting her school, not knowing about about the large 6 on her back and the name SMITH between her shoulders.

sadly, dahlia could not get the same seat she always got behind the bench, so she ended up sitting more in the corner of the rink in the second row. will quickly spotted her in the stand, a wide smile appearing on his face when he realized she had wore his jersey just like she had said. he also wasted no time texting her as soon as he got back to the locker room.

"gimme a twirl." will said as he approached the girl, a smile on his face. dahlia quickly shoved her phone in her pockets, a large grin forming on her lips as she saw the blond making his way to her. she waited until he was a little closer to start slowly spinning around, will's hand landing on her waist when her back was towards him.

"looks good on you." he spoke softly once they were face to face, his hands still on her. dahlia giggled nervously before reaching up to cup his cheek.

"felt really confident, until i realized this guy on the ice copied my look. how rude of him." she joked, making will roll his eyes before letting his hands slip to her back, bringing her closer to him.

"matching, that's cute. you know the guy?"

"a bit."

"what's he like?"

"really sweet, and nice, and handsome. not the smartest, though." the girl whispered as their faces were now only centimeters away from each other. will chuckled a bit before leaning down and connecting their lips. "did so good, will."

"yeah?"

"yeah." the girl breathed out before connecting their lips again. her hands moved up to the back of his head, her fingers locking with his curls as their kiss grew more intense.

"so fucking pretty, dahls." will mumbled against her lips before pushing the girl against the wall. their lips reconnected as dahlia let out a gasp as one of will's hand moved down to her ass, somehow bringing her even closer to him.

"will..." the girl let out as will's lips moved from her mouth to her neck, softly nipping at her skin.

"mm?"

"someone... someone could walk by." she mumbled before biting her lips as will found her sweet spot, gently sucking on the spot.

"don't care." he whispered in her ear before kissing the shell of it, making the girl let out a soft whimper as shiver went down her spine.

"i do. i-" the girl was cut off but will's lips on her again. their tongue soon met in the middle, the hockey player letting out a small groan as one of his hands moved up to her neck. as much as the girl feared someone would see them, she never wanted this moment to end.

having will so close to her like this, his hands on her, his lips kissing her so softly. it was addicting. she had never experienced something like this before, and she loved it. she wanted to bask in this moment for the rest of her life.

but of course, everything good thing has to come to an end. unfortunately for them, their moment was ended by will's best friend calling out his name.

"will?" gabe's voice echoed as footsteps could be heard approaching their direction.

"fuck me." will whispered as the two of them pulled away, both of their lips shinny and slightly bruised. "fucking perreault." before either of the two teens had time to say anything else, gabe came into their view, his jaw dropping slightly as he realized the position they were in. the girl pressed against the wall, her hands still in will's hair as the boy still had his hands on her.

gabe recognized her right away, he was not an idiot. he had also talked to violette in his last french class, finding out that the two of them had been hanging out for quite some time now. granted, gabe and all the other guys had a feeling since will barely spent time with them, and was always sneaky when telling them about his plans.

the fluent boy let out an awkward cough as will stepped back from the girl, but one of his hands stayed on her waist, keeping her close to him still. dahlia had not really realized what had been happening, her intense make out with the blond boy playing over and over in her head. it was not until will spoke that she was brough back to reality.

"gabe, this is dahlia. dahls, this is gabe, my roommate." will smiled awkwardly, making dahlia awkwardly as well. gabe let out a small chuckle at the matching smiles on their faces.

"hi." dahlia spoke, before looking over at will with a panicked look on her face.

"hey. just wanted to let you know im going to ryan's, i'll text you when i leave." gabe said to his teammate before sending a smile to the girl and walking away, leaving the two alone. will cleared his throat before looking over to dahlia, who's face was flush red as her eyes stared at the ground.

"wanna come to mine for a bit?" will ask, a wave of confidence taking over him. he had not invited her over before because gabe was always there, but now, since he knew his roommate would not bother them, it seemed like the perfect time.

"sure, yeah."

｡ﾟ•┈୨♡୧┈• ｡ﾟ

"thanks again for coming tonight, it meant a lot." will whispered an hour late. the two teenagers were now laying in will's bed, the girl switching her jeans for one of his sweatpants, his jersey still on her. dahlia's head was resting on will's upper chest, her arms around his torso as his hugged her close. the girl smiled up at him, pressing a kiss to his jaw.

"i think i'm starting to understand the rules." the girl whispered back as will leaned his forehead onto hers, their eyes connecting.

"yeah?"

"mhm. tripping people, that's a big no no. hitting the head too. oh, and keep your stick away from people's head. and when you guys get the puck into the net, i cheer." the girl rambled with a soft smile. will looked down at her with adoration filled in his eyes. he had quickly noticed how little dahlia knew about sports, so he had not bothered to try and explain the rules of hockey to her, meaning she had learned all this on her own.

"what about icing? or offsides?"

"icing? that goes on cake, silly." dahlia said truthfully, making will giggle slightly.

"you've got a long way to go, loves." will laughed as he pulled the girl closer, fully hugging her, as the nickname slipped passed his lips so naturally. dahlia felt butterflies in her stomach as the word replayed in her head. loves. thankfully, she did not need to say anything as will's phone dinged, making him groan slightly.

"gabe's going to get some food, you want some?" the boy asked as he sat up in his bed, his fingers typing away on his phone.

"i'm fine." she lied. she was starving, but she did not want some stranger to pay for her food, it just did not feel right.

"i'll tell him to get you a chicken wrap."

"will-"

"your stomach's been growling for the last half hour, dahls. i'm not gonna let you starve."

"i don't have any money on me, will."

"i'll cover it, don't worry. and don't try to argue with me, dahlia." will said firmly, leaving the girl silent at the use of her full name. dahlia did not like having to rely on other people to buy stuff for her, she had her own money she had saved up from her job during high school, she was fully capable of paying for herself.

"i'll transfer you-"

"you're not transferring anything, dahl. just let me pay for you, okay? i want to." he whispered softly as he dropped his phone back on his bed. the girl bit her lip slightly before nodding a bit, making will smile a bit.

"i can pay for my own stuff, will."

"i know you can dahls, and i'm not trying to say you can't when i pay for you. i'm doing it because i want to pay, it's the gentlemen in me." the boy joked, making dahlia smack his chest lightly, the two of them chuckling a bit.

"i'm paying for your coffee tomorrow." the girl stated, a stern look on her face.

"then i'll pay for yours."

"will-" the girl tried to argue, but will cut her off. their bickering continued for a couple of minutes before gabe entered the room.

"is everyone clothed?" the boy yelled out as he closed the door behind himself, standing in the little hallway of their dorm room.

"yes." will sassed, rolling his eyes slightly. gabe knew very well that nothing like that had happened between them yet, and they surely would not start knowing that the boy could walk in at any moment. the next second, gabe was approaching his friends bed, dropping a brown bag on the mattress.

"hey, dahlia." the boy said naturally, catching the girl off guard a bit. this was only their second time meeting, not to mention that she was in his dorm, and he was acting like this was a everyday situation.

"hi." she answered back, the same awkward smile on her face as before. meanwhile, will had quickly started going through the bag, handing dahlia her food. "thanks."

"movie?" gabe questioned the other two as he threw himself down on his bed, turning on the tv the boys had gotten. will looked over at dahlia, who had already started on her food, the girl nodded a bit.

"sure. you pick." will said to his roommate before pushing himself up slightly so he would not choke on his food. dahlia did the same, resting on her head against his shoulder, will's arm wrapping around her shoulders.

"i just have one rule, no making out please." gabe joked, earning himself a pillow to the head from will. soon, the three teens fell into a comfortable silence as gabe picked a random movie on netflix.

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the next morning, dahlia woke up with a huge grin on her face as her eyes locked onto will's jersey laying on her desk chair. violette had spent the night with her boyfriend, meaning no teasing when she got home in the early hours of the morning.

the first thing she noticed when she opened with her phone was a notification from will.

will

good morning dahls

dahls

morning blondie

will

coffee in 20?

same place as always

dahls

25?

will

it's a date ;)

the girl grinned down at her phone before quickly getting up and starting to get ready. she decided on a pair of black leggings with a sweater that she paired with her favourite shoes.

when she arrived at their usual coffee spot, she spotted a mop of blond curls sitting in a corner. she quickly made her way over, noticing the two coffees already sitting on the table.

"hi, sorry i'm a little late." she apologized as she sat down across from the smith boy. the hockey player smiled up at her as she sat down, a shy smile on her face.

"you're all good, don't worry. how'd you sleep?"

"fine. you?"

"would've been better with you." the boy said with a childish grin on his face. dahlia rolled her eyes at his words while a small smile grew on her face.

"idiot." the girl mumbled before taking a sip of her coffee, will staring at her with the biggest heart eyes she had ever seen. she coudn't help the butterflies in her stomach as the two held eye contact as they slowly sipped away on their drinks, barely any words being said between them.

dahlia hadn't felt such at peace it what felt like forever. the only thing that was on her mind was will, and will only. all the assignments she had, all the drama her friends all, it had slipped her mind. she loved it. she had never felt like this with anyone before, and she was obsessed with this new found feeling in her.

"doing anything tonight?" the boy asked her as they walked towards the girl's first class of the day.

"vi and i are having dinner with our parents, sorry." dahlia apologized as they entered the building where her english class took place.

"don't be, i get it. tomorrow?"

"yeah, that works with me." the girl smiled as they reached the door to her class, the two stopping a couple of feet away from it.

"text me when you get home."

"i will. can i call you before going to sleep?" the girl asked, her voice dropping a couple of octaves.

"i'll be waiting." the hockey player answer just as softly, before leaning in and pressing a small kiss to her lips, which dahlia quickly reciprocated. "take care."

"bye, will." the girl said before the disappeared down the hallway and she was hit with the reality of her life, her stupid english lecture.

if anyone was to ask her what the professor had talked about, she wouldn't be able to answer. all she could think about during the boring lecture was the blond boy. dahlia often found herself blushing down at her notes as she thought about the previous, more specifically the new jersey she owned sitting in her closet.

will was the only thing in her mind; his soft lips against hers, his strong arms holding her close to him in his bed last night, his cologne being the only smell, the way he looked at her as they stood outside her dorm room. all of it. it all felt so magical, something out of a disney movie. she loved it, and she never wanted it to end.

unbeknown to her, the blond boy was having those same exact thoughts as he sat on his desk chair, trying his best to complete his homework for his class. but every time he tried to think about the previous lecture, dahlia was the only thing he could think of. will had never been so infatuated with anything other than hockey in his life, but he was not complaining at all. dahlia truly was the kindest and most amazing person he had met in his life, and he was not ready for her to leave ever.

[gabrielllas]

Favorite Marvey headcanon?

That Harvey buys Mike his shitty sugary cereal despite his hatred for it.

I think it‘d go like this:

Mike doesn’t notice it straight away, he doesn’t know how he doesn’t, what with his brain and all, but he blames it on Harvey. Their new relationship taking over his mind and seeing Harvey in a domestic form just makes his mind go all gooey.

The point is, he does eventually notice it and then he can’t see it.

His boyfriend buys him his cereal that’s full of sugar and certain things that ‘shouldn’t go into the body of any human�� as Harvey puts it, because Mike likes them.

It’s not even the best part Mike thinks to himself, it’s that Harvey got him options.

Anyone who has too much of one food gets sick of it eventually and Mike knows he stopped having Cap’n’Crunch for this reason. He kept going to work with only an apple or something light because it was early in the morning and he wasn’t in the mood for Cap’n’Crunch.

Then one morning he notices it. Alongside the Cap’n’Crunch is a box of LuckyCharms.

He fills up a bowl while Harvey finishes getting ready and digs right in. He forgot how much he loved them until he saw the box. Soon after he gets up for another bowl and as he’s sitting back down Harvey pours himself some coffee.

“I can’t believe you gave me shit for eating sugary cereal but you stocked up on LuckyCharms.” Mike says before shoving more into his mouth to keep the lie going a little longer.

Harvey looks at him while taking a sip with a smirk on his face, “You think I got them for me and not for the 32 year old shovelling them down faster than I can settle a case?”

Mike blinks mid spoon to mouth, “For me?”

He could be an actor Mike thinks to himself.

“They aren’t for me pup.”

He blinks again and he can’t help the smile forming on his face. In fact, smile is being misleading, Mike was cheesing like a fucking idiot.

“You’re a sap.”

Harvey narrows his eyes at him. “We’re gonna be late, finish up.”

Mike shakes his head and laughs, he abandons the cereal and rounds the counter to face his boyfriend. Harvey turns his body so he’s facing him and accepts Mike’s arms around his neck.

“You love me so much you got me cereal you hate but know I love. And gave me options.”

“Is all I’m getting from this your arms on me? Cause I gotta tell you, I’m gonna need something a lot better to keep the place stocked with it.” Harvey counters back, putting his hands on Mike’s waist and squeezing his hips.

“Oh I think you’ll do it even if you don’t get a reward.”

“Oh yeah, why’s that?”

Mike continues to grin, hasn’t even stopped grinning at any point during this exchange. “Because you love you me.”

Harvey looks down at Mike and can’t bring himself to say anything another than, “Yeah, something like that.”

They’re late in that day and Donna doesn’t believe it’s because of cereal.

[randomingoftherandomness]

Oooo idea

Zhou Yichen is captured/tortured, ZYZ to the rescue, followed by whump/wound tending/healing sex/comfort

Thank you :)

They've kept him somewhere so dark, he can't even see the tip of his nose. The hours have blurred together into a cycle of pain and shadows. Yichen's captors haven't said a word to him through it all. Even when he finally started screaming.

There are probably drugs involved. Yichen is sure of it. He's so out of his own body that it feels like he is swimming in his head.

"Xiao Zhuo-daren..."

Ah. He is hallucinating that demon's voice. By way of voices, it's not the worst. If anything, it's pretty nice. Smooth, soothing, and attractive when he allows himself to be honest about it. Especially when he's teasing Yichen. It makes him so mad whenever he gets under his skin, but that always goes away so fast when Zhou Yuanzhou's voice goes a bit melodic.

The hallucination chuckles. "Do you like my voice that much, Xiao Zhuo-daren?"

Yichen licks his lips before saying yes. Because that's the truth, isn't it? Despite the blood debt, despite the hurt and hate, despite this thread of vengeance that ties them both together, Yichen likes Zhao Yuanzhou.

Likes the teasing because that means his focus is on him. Likes how the demon is gentle and kind, even when it isn't acknowledged. Likes how he is this strong pillar of support that Yichen has begun to rely on. How he is the one Yichen turns to. How even if he dies here, bleeding out and broken in the darkness, Yichen won't ever let his captors know a thing about Zhao Yuanzhou.

There's a quiet in the darkness and Yichen thinks he's alone again when he hears a soft hum cut through the air.

A weight settles around him and for the first time in many days, Yichen feels warm. His mind swims when careful hands slide under his shoulders and waist, lifting him up, holding him close.

Yichen curls into the solid heat against his cheek, feeling a sense of settledness he hasn't had for the longest time.

He thinks someone kisses the crown of his head. He isn't sure, because the next thing he hears is a soft. "Dream now, sweetling."

When he wakes, the light burns into the backs of his eyes.

"Close."

An immediate sensation of demon magic prickles in the air and Yichen hears the sounds of the shutters falling shut and the curtains around the bed falling out of their usual hold. "Is this better?"

Yichen slowly blinks his eyes open again, letting himself adjust to the dimness in the room. He looks up to see Zhao Yuanzhou sitting by him, watching him with a serene sort of tilt of his head.

"Yes. Thanks." He manages around the dryness in his throat. "Can I--"

A cup of tea materialises in the demon's hand and he holds it out to Yichen. "Thanks." He says again, decidedly not trying to think about how the demon is languidly sprawled out on the bed next to him.

"Before you ask, you were out for two days. Xiao Jiu healed most of your external wounds, but I did your inner injuries. You should be fine, though I'm sure Xiao Jiu would want to know if you feel otherwise."

Yichen hands him back the empty cup and allows the demon to help him into a seated position. "Have you been sitting here the entire time?"

"Yes." The great demon chirps, smiling so wide, Yichen can see the gleam of his teeth in the darkness. "I was watching you sleep."

It was disconcerting, to say the least, but Yichen lets it slide, focusing on orienting his inner core instead. When the demon doesn't speak, Yichen decides to be the one who says it first. "I know I said some things back there. Things I would have rather I did not say. Things I would have hoped you never know."

"If you're trying to say that you hope I forget what you said about my voice, you can forget it. I'm holding on to this one forever." Zhao Yuanzhou laughs. It is a good sound. Yichen holds on to it, anchors his attention on the melody of it when a hand slides into his own.

"And I won't hold you to the rest."

Throat clicking around a swallow, he squeezes the hand in his. "Thank you." Yichen whispers and means it. He doesn't fight it when he is pulled into an embrace, held tightly and securely. Closing his eyes, he relaxes into the soft lullaby that the demon hums for him.

[foundfamilywhump]

Since we’re sharing niche whump tropes we like - I love when someone the whumpee isn’t particularly close to ends up in a caretaker role. Especially when they end of being protective of the whumpee, despite being fully out of their depth in this situation. Think: the neighbor you’re friendly with but don’t really know, a family member’s best friend, or a friend’s parent, etc. Someone the whumpee doesn’t have a bad relationship with, but only really knows peripherally.

The caretaker is only temporarily in this role, until whumpee can be reunited with their Person, but I love the blurring of those relationships, the response to seeing someone who needs help and not hesitating to offer it. It’s also the sheer panic of being thrust into something they’re not prepared for, but knowing that someone else needs them to be calm and cool and provide that foundation until things are alright again. It’s about the vulnerability! It’s about love! It’s about the care we owe each other!

YES OH YES THIS IS GREAT!!!! i love this sort of thing for the potential of it. like. not a bad relationship but a tangential relationship. it's something i'm writing about in a fic right now actually, and gosh it's so fun.

it reminds me of a bit in grey's anatomy right where the main protagonist's romantic interest decides to take it upon himself to take care of her best friend while the best friend is in a like. really fragile state of ptsd following a serious trauma. and he tells her at one point like. i would not have picked you to be part of my life. but [protagonist] did. you're her family and that makes you my family too. it's a concept i'm obsessed with. love by association. the way you love a cousin you've never met, or the friend of your child who's treated them well but has been very far from you. it's so good.

and then in a whump context it's a doubly compelling dynamic because of the risk taking and vulnerability inherent in allowing someone to care for you when wounded and traumatized. the sheer panic from BOTH of them - can i do this, can i take care of this person and also can i do this, can i trust this person. is their goodwill towards the person we share in common enough to earn me this kind of grace. etc. the vulnerability! the love! the care we owe each other!!! it obsesses me thank you.

[lookbluesoup]

I think something that gets missed in a lot of the "good guy characters are boring" debates online is that there doesn't actually have to be a debate. There needs to be a deliberate awareness that conflict is what drives story. And the source of the conflict doesn't have to just belong to the narrative.

Good guys can be incredibly interesting and dynamic if given the chance.

I do think it's harder to write a compelling hero than it is to write a compelling bad guy (or even antihero) because... villains are usually about conflict. They create competing interests. It's usually their specific function in a story. They often surrender to their impulses, and sometimes they say what we, the audience, are thinking - because a lot of good villains are characters who took a noble idea to an ignoble extreme.

And in a sense, "good guys" can seem flat compared to the villain, depending on how the story is written. If they're just nice, polite, moral, mild-mannered. always have self-control, always know what to do, never face any serious challenges to their morality then... there's no real innate conflict. There are no questions to answer.

But in real life? It is really. really. hard. to be good. Which I think can even make the hero characters like this feel a bit threatening or disconnected from the viewer.

There is so much potential to show the hero being human in stories, that gets missed. The good guy becomes a lot more interesting when they have serious reasons to doubt themselves or their ideals - and even if they don't doubt them, then that stubbornness becomes much more narratively significant.

Or times when doing the good thing means going against what their friends or family want, what other people who claim to share their beliefs want, or what we the audience want that puts them in danger of ostracism or injury. When they choose to do something radically, dangerously, kind in a situation when we, the audience, would expect and understand them to do otherwise. When they face backlash for it. When their kindness isn't repaid. The person they want to help spits in their face, or didn't want help to begin with.

I'm not just talking about a character who sticks to their guns and stays upbeat. Those are difficult things to go through, even if you've got healthy coping mechanisms. Letting the character struggle with it, in one way or another, makes it more believable. Even if they still make the right choice in the end each time.

All that being said, if someone is enjoying a character who's just... good. Who doesn't face any serious conflicts in their story, who always wins and gets to go home happy at the end of the day? Maybe it's that person's real life that has the conflict, the stress, the unresolved questions and tension. Maybe that good guy is the balance to the villains running rampart in their real life day to day, and they need to see that character win, over and over, to balance it out and keep hoping.

We live in a world today where there's... a LOT of conflict. Every day. Everywhere. News spits it in our faces because bad news sells better. Work can be hard to do and hard to find. Family can be difficult to deal with. Health can be stressful.

So I don't think it's wrong for some people to want to read "simple" stories where the good guys can just be good, because stories are humanity's mythology. It's our escape. It's how we give context to our lives. We need "good guys" just like we need "bad guys."