#hope youre all having a good day regardless of what team you chose

[exchangersilverr]

Honestly I think what is more upsetting about these results is just how many people thought it was going to be more even than it was. I fell for it too! The sneak peek looked so close, the half time report even closer, but then...

...it kinda stings, y'know? It shouldn't have been like that. All the games I played, it felt even. I played just as much against Big Man, I thought. It definitely didn't feel like we were such a small cohort. It didn't feel like there were 55% Shiver. It felt genuinely equal and to find out it was nowhere near is soul-crushing.

[hgfictionwriter]

Comfort

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: Jessie's surrounded by star athletes day in and day out - and you're not one of them. Sometimes you can't help but wonder why she chose you or if you fit in.

Warning: Smut. Language.

A/N: A bit of angst, but mostly comfort and reassurance. Written in response to this request.

“Okay, who’s ready for a game of pick-up?”

Your stomach sank as you looked over your shoulder to see Morgan holding up a ball before dropping it and skillfully lobbying it over to Sam.

Excited chatter started up and people started to move towards the field. You remained rooted to the ground as they navigated around you.

You were at a park with Jessie and a bunch of her teammates for a Saturday afternoon BBQ. The day had been fun so far, you got along with her teammates well and you’d been having a good time. You shouldn’t have been surprised that football would work its way into the day, regardless, you were hoping otherwise.

While everyone here was a star football player, most even Olympic medal athletes, you were just…well, you.

Somehow, you found yourself as the lucky recipient of Jessie’s love and affection. And for the most part, things were amazing. Falling in love with Jessie was easy and she said the same with you, but still there were moments, like this one, where you really felt like you didn’t fit in.

The girls were splitting themselves into teams and Janine waved you over.

“Come on. It’s just for fun!”

You gave her a wave of thanks and shooed her off, and she eventually relented. Yeah - like you were going to go out there and end up keeled over after 5 minutes of half-ass running while they sprinted circles around you. Worst part being that would’ve been them legitimately going easy on you.

“Here, split this with me.”

Your stomach fell further. Jessie. Your sweet Jessie. Who would never abandon you or make you feel left out.

“Go on, Jess,” you told her gently as you turned to face her, seeing her holding up a drink and two cups. You mustered up a smile and nodded to the field. “I’m okay, really.”

“I play football pretty much every day of my life. I’ll survive,” she laughed. “I’d much rather have a drink and conversation with you.”

“Jessie…,” you trailed off, some of the defeat bleeding into your voice.

“Come on, sit with me,” she encouraged as she set down the drinks and pulled together a couple of lawn chairs.

You offered her a tight smile and sat down. You should try to be graceful about it all.

“My bet’s on Morgan’s team,” you told her, trying to rid your voice of the heaviness you felt. “Loser buys dinner next.” Jessie gave you a dazzling smile.

“Deal.”

—————

“What’s on your mind? You’ve seemed a little off all afternoon.”

You sighed internally, disappointed in yourself for not better masking the funk you were in.

You nestled your head in a bit to Jessie’s shoulder as you laid in her bed together that evening.

“It’s nothing, really.” You answered and hoped Jessie would drop it. Her fingers idly grazed along the side of your arm, her head leaned against yours.

“Okay. But you’ve seemed a bit…I don’t know, yeah, just off, since the park,” she said. “Did I do something wrong?”

You lifted yourself up to look down at her with a concerned frown.

“Not at all. You’re amazing. Seriously,” you went on before laying back down and wrapping an arm across her torso. You exhaled slowly. “Maybe a little too amazing.”

This obviously caught her attention. You felt her shift and angle herself to try to catch your eye. You pulled her back down onto the bed and though she relented, she asked, “What are you talking about?”

You huffed, more-so in irritation with yourself than anything. Eventually, you sat up, though your legs remained entwined with hers. You distractedly played with the hem of your pyjama shirt.

“I-” You faltered and rolled your eyes. She sat up with you and grasped your hand gently. “I guess I’m just feeling a bit self-conscious.” You looked to her and she watched you quietly, giving you space to speak.

“I mean, I obviously knew going into this that you’re a title-winning, medal-winning, all-star athlete and I’m clearly not, but,” you paused, taking a breath to swallow your doubts and forge on, “I guess I just felt very out of place today.” You watched as a subtle frown formed on her face.

“In what sense?” She asked. “The team loves you.”

“I know,” you relented, “but don’t you ever feel a bit embarrassed that I’m the only one who's not an athlete? I'm, I don't know, average? You had to skip out on the game because of me. And if we ever do physical activities as I group I can’t keep up. And I can’t relate when you’re all talking about training and diets and all of that. I just don’t live in your world. I don’t want you to make accommodations for me or to hinder you in any way. I'm sure everyone expected you to date another athlete. Not even necessarily a football player, but anyone in that world.”

“Baby.” To your surprise Jessie was nearly smiling. “That’s what this is about? I’m so sorry that you’re feeling that way. Have you felt like this before?”

You looked away and shrugged. “Now and then. I try not to let myself get caught up in it.”

“Babe. I wish you would’ve told me,” she said, somewhat chiding but with evident affection. “But I’m glad you told me now. Hey, look at me,” she instructed gently as she grabbed your other hand, now holding both. She went on once you reluctantly met her gaze.

“I don’t need you to be an athlete. In fact, one of the things that drew me to you was how you aren’t one. I don’t care if you can run 2 minutes or 120. What I care about is that I feel so connected to you, how we can talk for hours, how we laugh together, how we support each other. And I’m sorry that I’ve left you feeling like you fall short in some way when it’s just the opposite.”

You gave her a small look and she lifted a hand to tuck your hair behind your ear.

“I’m surrounded by football players and sports people all day every day. If that was something I was looking for, I’d say I’d have my pick. But that’s not important to me. And even if it doesn’t seem like it right now, there is life after football for me. Above everything I just need you to know that I love you and I wouldn’t change anything about you.”

You leaned in and wrapped your arms around her, tucking your head into the crook of her neck.

“Thank you. That means so much. I’m sorry I got in my head,” you told her. She kissed your crown.

“Please tell me anytime you’re feeling a little down or insecure. I’m here for you. And I’m happy to reassure you any time you need.”

“Even if I don’t have a 6-pack,” you joked.

“Mm, come on, baby. You know how irresistible I find you,” she said, tone now changing as her hand snuck under the back of your top and her fingers traced along the band of your shorts.

You hummed into her neck as a small shiver went up your spine. Your hips shifted restlessly as a sensation began to stir between your legs.

Jessie moved slightly, causing you to sit up with a pouting look. She smiled at you and leaned in to capture your lips before grasping your hips and shifting you both so she was sitting with her back against the headboard and you were leaned back against her torso, nestled between her legs. She gently brushed your hair to the side and began laying soft, tender kisses along your neck. A small moan worked its way up your throat.

"You're so beautiful." Jessie spoke softly as she continued to lay teasing kisses. "And I want you all the time."

One of Jessie's hands reached up your shirt and cupped one of your breasts, which she began to slowly knead. You let your head fall back against her shoulder, inadvertently opening your neck further up for her, which she took advantage of, now pulling the soft skin gently between her teeth and grazing her tongue along it.

"Jessie," her name already needy on your lips.

"Yes, my love?" She asked rhetorically as she brought her other hand up to rest on your stomach before inching down and sneaking beneath your shorts and the band of your underwear. You rolled your head back further against her in anticipation and you reached down, splaying your fingers out against her thighs and gently digging your nails into the firm muscles you found there. She instinctively rolled her hips up against you and groaned into your neck.

"Baby. You have no idea what you do to me. You get me so wet with just a touch," she whispered against you, goosebumps forming on your skin in response.

"Please don't tease me," you pleaded, hips helplessly thrusting up against the hand that lay achingly close to your clit, but refusing to go over the edge and make contact. You brought your hand up to cup the back of her neck before running your fingers through her hair.

She chuckled against your neck, breath warm and tickling, before she reached further down. Her fingers gently parted your lips, tracing down and you inhaled sharply with a hissing sound.

"I love the way you feel in my arms," Jessie said as she began to kiss the shell of your ear. A shuddering breath escaped you and you rocked your hips against her fingers, looking for more contact. "And I love the way you move for me."

You released a moan as she ground her hips against you and her fingers found your clit, two fingers settling on it and gently, but firmly circling.

"Oh God," you breathed. You could feel your arousal growing and starting to pool at your entrance as she continued to work your clit and trailed her tongue slowly along your earlobe. You began to claw at the back of her head and she groaned low in her throat.

"I couldn't want anyone more," she told you, now switching her hand to your other breast and pulling you tighter against her. Her other hand and fingers remained steady on your clit, dipping down between your folds now and then and prolonging your pleasure. Soft, wet sounds now came from between your legs with each motion of her fingers.

Soon, your hips were moving in time with hers as her breathing began to grow heavier in your ear and only turning you on more. Her fingers continued to attentively explore your slick lips and always returning to your sensitive bud, each time causing you to melt further into her arms and she embraced you without fail.

Your head was turned in towards hers now and you were tugging at her hair as your peak approached. Your hips began to stutter against her fingers, jaw slack and eyes closed.

Suddenly, she withdrew her fingers, your eyes reluctantly opening at the unexpected loss. You tilted your head back to look at her and you saw her eyes trained steadfast on you.

"I want to see you," she said, her voice thick and needy as she began to maneuver you both. She turned you around and kissed your neck hungrily as she began to peel off your clothes. "God, you look amazing," she breathed in admiration as her eyes devoured you.

She laid back on the bed and pulled you on top of her so you were straddling her waist. Her hand was cupping your heat, fingers languidly massaging you as you settled in and looked down at her.

You leaned down, bracing your hands on her chest as you kissed her deeply. The kiss was interrupted, your mouth falling agape as she sunk two fingers inside of you, her thumb now nestled on your clit.

You let out a high moan, tossing your head back and pushing your hips back against her hand.

"Fuck, baby. You're so wet," she said as her thumb began to circle your clit again.

"How can I not be?" You managed to say, pulling a small smirk out of her. She rushed up to meet you, kissing you deeply and wrapping her free arm around your waist before pulling you back down with her onto the bed.

You kissed each other hot and heavy, contact only breaking when high moans fell from your lips as Jessie held you close and steadily pushed in and out of you.

"I'll never get over how good you feel around me," she whispered into your kiss as you rocked against her, your arousal pooling in her palm. "You're perfect for me."

Her strokes were deep and measured, each sending waves of pleasure through you. Between that, passionate kisses and her words of adoration, it felt like she was engulfing you in the most amazing way possible. It wasn't long before you drew a deep, sharp breath and you began to spasm around her thick, generous fingers.

"Oh fuck," you breathed, clutching yourself to her, "Jessie. Oh my god."

"I love you," she responded as she held you tightly through your orgasm. She kissed your face as your body shuddered.

Several moments passed and you eventually collapsed on top of her. She held herself inside of you and slowly played with your hair, laying lingering kisses along your temple as you caught your breath.

You lay in each others arms, neither of you feeling the need to speak. You continued to rest your head against her shoulder and she relished the feeling of your body on top of hers.

Eventually, she spoke, her voice soft to not disturb the mood too much.

"Can I get you some water?"

You shook your head. "No. Stay with me." She nodded against you and gave you a light squeeze.

"Always."

[yelenaslyubov]

I Don’t Bite

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requested by @belovasecho

a/n: two fics in one week? two fics back to back? who am i🫣this was so fun to write! you can probably tell by now, found family is one of my favorite things to write, hence why a lot of my fics have so many MCU characters in them. i hope you enjoy <3

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ pairing: yelena belova x reader

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ warnings: heavy flirting, language (but i honestly don’t remember), fluffyyy

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ description: on the day of the avengers annual fall family get together, you spend your time baking and watching football commence. during the usual bonfire, the cold leaves you seeking the warmth of another avenger you have a dirty little secret with.

✩₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ word count: 2k

When the leaves are at their peak orange glow and it’s just cold enough to stay outside, Steve named it our “Family Fall Festival” weekend. You, along with the rest of the Avengers never celebrated Thanksgiving. This was due to the foundational ideas of it along with the fact that the Avengers were a melting pot of different cultures and places. There was no point in celebrating.

Instead, the team had made their own holiday that consisted of baking, games, gossiping, a large feast, drinking, and a large bonfire to end the day. It was a way to create your very own fall holiday under different premises.

For the majority of the day, you spent time with Wanda in the kitchen baking. You baked everything from apple pie to shortbread cookies. People came and went all day, snatching up different delectables to eat on their way to their next destination.

Since the Avengers really were your family combined with your coworkers, it was nice to have a day with no chaos and only love.

The sun was going down now, signaling the near ending of a wonderful day. You were finishing up your last batch of chocolate chip cookies when you watched some of the guys play a rough game of football. Though they did it every year, you weren’t sure why they continued since it always ended in a fight.

This time was no different as you watched Peter get tackled to the ground by an angry Pietro. There was no way that one did not hurt. You may be Avengers, but you sure as hell still bleed.

You walked down to the field below the compound to see what was the matter. Peter was laying on the ground with a crowd around him.

“That was awesome!” You heard Rocket’s distinctive voice shout.

“Guys, it’s not funny, he’s hurt,” Carol said concerningly.

“I swear I did not mean to hit you that hard, it just… happened,” Pietro explained.

Peter groaned while laying stiff in pain. “Yeah, for sure. The guy with super speed didn’t mean to run full speed ahead into my body…”

“He’s got a point,” you said. Regardless of the situation, you tried to hide your laughter due to Peter’s attempt at being upset.

In the distance, you saw Yelena, Nat, Kate, and Valkyrie huddled next to each other. The thing that stood out most was Yelena’s laughter that resembled the honk of a goose. She was completely bent out of shape chuckling until she was red in the face.

This might do you in for good, and then you would be a terrible friend. You couldn’t stand there and laugh in Peter’s face, so you chose to walk away instead. You found yourself next to Drax, the worst person to be near if you’re trying to be serious. You hoped this time it might be different.

He had his hand buried in a bag of chips and was staring in the distance. You stood next to him and watched as Peter started to get back on his feet. Once he stood up, you noticed the large and noticeable patch of mud that was spread on the back of his pants.

Once Drax caught wind of Peter’s pants, his loud laughter soon followed. He abandoned his bag of chips and clapped his hands together as he lost all control of his body.

“His pants!” he yelled. “They have… they have poop on them! HAHA!” He tried to speak between his wheezing and screaming but it was no use.

“I’m going to take Peter inside, why don’t you guys start the fire,” Steve suggested while grabbing one of Peter’s shoulders and guiding him inside.

“Ooo, you guys are in trouble,” Kamala said.

“You can’t lie, it was a little funny,” you chuckled.

“Oh absolutely, it was hilarious!”

After the fun around Peter's accident had died down, everyone made their way over to the large fire pit that was reserved for the bonfire. Surrounding the pit were several wooden chairs and logs that had been strategically placed to feel the fire’s warmth.

The stars were starting to make their appearance in the sky which meant it was time to start up the fire. Bucky, Sam, and Clint started to work their magic starting the fire with the several dozen large logs that already resided in the pit. Some of the guys spent the morning chopping down a tree or two and splitting logs in preparation for tonight.

In a few minutes, there were sparks flying around the logs until each one was lit aflame. Soon, the fire’s heat was spreading around to everyone, except for you apparently.

You looked around at the faces circling the fire; Agatha and Rio sat far behind the group, Nat and Wanda were now sitting together, and some of the guys were huddling around in a group conversing and laughing.

Though the fire exerted much warmth, you still found yourself shivering underneath your coat. Just in time, Peter was walking towards you in the distance.

“You okay?” you asked him.

“As good as I can be.” He sat down on the log next to you with a groan. “At least it’s a nice night huh?”

“Yeah, for sure,” you said between shivers.

“Oh no, are you cold?”

“Uh, just a tad.”

“Oh… I’m sorry.”

You expected him to drape part of the blanket he had around him over you, but he did no such thing. Peter was your best friend, but most of the time he was clueless.

“Well, I’m gonna go sit with some of the guys. I’ll catch you later.” Peter awkwardly waved goodbye as you laughed to yourself at his oblivion.

You took this as an opportunity to get up and move to a chair closer. Since most people claimed the chairs before the logs, the only chair that was left was the wooden two-seater chair made for two people.

You sat down closer to the fire and tried to cozy up. You regretted not bringing a blanket down from your room and you were far too lazy to walk all the way back up to find one.

Deciding on just suffering the consequences, you stayed by the fire with only your coat for comfort. To your dismay, warmth still did not find you. You were starting to think you should go inside when the chair next to you creaked.

You looked to your left to find Yelena sitting down, one of the last people you had thought of.

“Cold?” she asked sarcastically. You knew Yelena well enough to know it was sarcasm from the get go.

You knew Yelena, but most everyone else would say otherwise. Based on a decision between the two of you, you opted to keep the relationship between you secret.

You and Yelena had been dating in private for around a year now. You both felt that it would be better to work under the circumstances that you weren’t forming a strong personal relationship. This became hard as time went on, especially now that certain people started to catch on. This was reinforced when you looked across the fire to see Kate, Valkyrie, and Carol staring between you and Yelena with a smirk.

“Uh, what are you doing over here?” you asked her nervously.

“So you’re not cold?”

“No, I’m very cold actually, but-”

“Then no more talking.” Immediately, she unwrapped the thick blanket from around her shoulders and tossed it over you and her own lap. The gesture made you smile and her blatentness made you laugh.

“You didn’t answer my question,” you said.

“And you did not answer mine… at first at least.”

“Exactly, which means you get to answer my question next,” you smiled devilishly.

“Can’t a woman just sit where she pleases? This is America after all.”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “Touché, Yelena.”

You usually spent your time staring at her from afar, or catching glimpses while you were paired on missions, but it wasn’t very often you saw her in her natural form.

Her cheeks were glowing bright and hot as the reflection of the fire casted shimmering shadow. Even though her hair was a mess most of the time, it was still perfectly laid and complimented the rest of her so perfectly. And even though she was wearing a sweatshirt that was clearly too big for her and sweatpants to match, she was still the most beautiful thing you had ever seen.

Having Yelena close like this around everyone else was dangerous. Times like these, all you wanted to do was pull her close and take in everything about her.

You could feel Yelena scoot a little bit closer to you. She knew how easily you could be flustered, so it didn’t help when she slipped her hand under the blanket to find yours.

“What are you doing?” you whispered, as if anyone could hear you anyway.

“What, I can’t hold your hand now? I don’t bite, you know,” Yelena huffed, adding a playful smirk at the end. “Well… most of the time.”

You smacked her arm. “Yelena, not here!”

“I’m sorry! How can I not when you look like that?”

Her admiration made you blush. Even with the warmth from the fire, Yelena couldn’t mistake the red spreading all over your cheeks. She took your hand more firmly and squeezed it.

She leaned in towards your face and brought her lips to your ears. “I’ve missed you, detka.”

Her mother tongue never fails to make you shiver. It made it even worse when she decided to bring it out around others.

“I’ve missed you too,” you whispered.

You stole a long look into her hazel eyes. Her lashes hung low as the day dragged on, giving her a dazed look that you loved. Things felt so much more normal like this than in secret, though you both knew it was for the best.

You heard snickering and you looked across the fire to see Valkyrie, Carol, and Kate giggling to each other and staring at the two of you. Yelena gave them a nice middle finger to shut them up, but you couldn’t deny that you liked the attention of the two of you being seen together.

Once the three of them stopped their mocking, Yelena turned her attention back to you. She looked around and when she saw the coast was clear, she lifted your hand to her lips and gave it a quick kiss.

You couldn’t resist any longer and leaned against her body. She had the perfect balance of strength and comfort.

“Have I ever mentioned that you smell amazing?” you asked Yelena.

“Maybe like once or twice,” Yelena smirked.

Instead of holding your hand, Yelena moved her hand to rest on the skin of your back. She scratched up and down and drew small circles. At this rate, you would be asleep within the next few minutes.

Your assumption was correct, her affection making your eyes heavy. For once, you finally felt warm all throughout, a feeling you had been craving all day.

When you awoke again, your surroundings were dark, indicating the fire had gone out. Looking up, you saw Yelena looking up at the stars wide awake. Somehow, you had ended up with your head in her lap.

You slowly sat up and looked around. The party seemed to be over, as the two of you were the only ones left.

“Good morning, sleepy head,” Yelena greeted you.

“How long was I asleep?”

“Long enough for everyone to stare at you while you slept with your head on me.”

You groaned. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to.”

“Hey, why are you saying sorry?”

“I don’t know, I guess because of the whole secrecy thing.”

Yelena stared at you harder. “If I can love you in secret, I can love you just as loud for everyone to see.”

Your heart swelled at the sentiment. You took your chance and grabbed the side of her head and pulled her into a passionate kiss. Oh how you had missed the taste of her.

She left a kiss on your cheeks and your forehead to top it off. “Let’s go inside then, hmm? The party has just begun,” she smiled.

“You really know how to make every situation dirty, don’t you?”

“What can I say, it’s a gift.”

With the cold autumn chill and stars to guide you, Yelena led you back inside the compound after the end of the most perfect day.

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[hopes-peak-postal-company]

For Mod Hajime, i hope this doesnt sound weird but could you do a platonic fatherly yandere imagine post with Elias Bouchard? I like to imagine he fixates on a new Institute hire who doesnt know the fears are real and just decides "Its Child time. There is nothing I wont do to make my new child happy." But he also has to work around Jon and them getting in his way because they just dont GET that he's a Father now.

A FATHER'S LOVE!

"surely you'd choose your father over your friends, wouldn't you?"

summary. getting a job at a spooky academic institute offers toms of spooky outcomes. you just didn't expect to get a father figure and a overlyprotective friend group.

contents. platonic yandere! elias; elias is a wet cat grandpa; the archivist gang are slightly yandere; happens right after season 1

✦ It was difficult. Getting by in the big London city and rent to your flat was quite ridiculously high, even for usual london rent standard. But thankfully, a position in The Magnus Institute had opened and you managed to get the spot after wrangling out your best qualities to the HR like you're trading them.

✦ Now, you were aware of what you were getting into. I mean, an institute that's notorious for having many people going MIA or dying, but this was the only job that accepted you out of the millions you applied for and frankly, it pays better than most of them.

✦ So, you worked as the institute's librarian. It shocked you to know that they have their own personal library but at the same time, you kind of expected it. After all, it is an academic institute and there's bounds to be numerous books and soucres to cite for every statement given, regardless of how strange there are.

✦ You've met a couple on the job. Some were nice and often has small talks with you while some simply comes and goes, not even bothering to talk to you unless they're checking a book out. It was fine, of course, you can't help but feel disheartened. After all, all you do is stand by, organize the library and do nothing. It gets a bit lonely sometimes.

✦ And then, one day, a certain someone came to the library and it was no one other than big boss himself— Elias Bouchard. You never met the man before, only hearing him from Rosie and the others, but he is generally well-disliked by his own staff. You had nothing to complain about him and honestly, you find his company nice.

✦ He comes to the library whenever he has free time and then would talk to you. It wasn't just small talk, not just noise coming out of his mouth to fill in the silence, but he talked to you. He told you so many things— his opinions, his likes and dislikes —and even asked you about yours.

✦ Elias would listen intently, taking in every information about yourself in a manner so ... different from how he usually carried himself. Elias Bouchard was a prideful asshole and you knew that obviously well from just his body language, and yet when it comes to you, he is oddly soft. He reminds you almost like a dad for some reasons.

✦ And your relationship with your boss became like that. You didn't mind, you understand to some degree but even still you couldn't wrap your mind around why he chose specifically you. Maybe he didn't choose or maybe he did, but either way, this outcome was better than him hating you.

��� But then, only a few months into your job, you suddenly got promoted to assistant archivist, joining the very few others in the archives in their day-to-day life.

✦ It was ... suffocating at first. The institute did suffer damage from the Prentiss Attack as you heard from the other employees and with the archives being the main target for the worms, it was not surprise that the Archivist and his team suffered greatly. Though injured, all of them still came back in one piece so that was a good thing.

✦ It took a while getting to know the others: Martin was the quickest to befriend and he'd bring you your favourite cup of tea whenever he can. Tim was the second, jokingly flirting with you at first but he was comfortable to be around and somehow both of your intensive knowledge on memes made the two of you friends. Sasha, on the other hand, took a bit more effort but in the end, she was just as fun and cheery as the other two outside work.

✦ Jon, on the other hand... He was wary, of course, a bit of an asshole too but you were determined to let his walls down, and so was the team. He gradually came to accept (aka get comfortable with) your existence and doesn't glare you like a cat you just rudely woke up.

✦ Elias... Elias isn't too pleased with this development though as you come find. He finds every excuse in the book to have you in office, stalling you just so he could spend more time with you. He had moved to the archives for one very specific reason and that was so he can watch you carefully.

✦ I mean, how couldn't he? You were so nice to him, oblivious to the concept of the entities and you didn't even care if he gets a bit 'spooky' (as Tim puts it) at times. In fact, he claimed you as his kid the moment you seem to play along with his 'little cryptid act'.

✦ But The Archival team... Oh, did they get on his nerves. But he couldn't do anything, no, he was sure you'll know and they'll tell you about what he truly is and he couldn't risk that. He couldn't lose you to them, so he'll have to just slightly abuse his power a bit. Just to have you be by his side a bit longer.

✦ Of course, Archivist and Co. can't stand by idly and watch him take their friend! And so, everytime Elias and one of them come to your desk at the same time, it's practically a tug of war for your affection and attention.

✦ It makes you laugh honestly, seeing them fight like this. Reminds you so much like a father trying to shoo away any his kid's admirers.... Only if you knew though, then you wouldn't be laughing.

notes. hi hii!!! tysm for requesting this!! i always wanted to write for tma but couldn't. ik this is a pretty old req (i think like .... from june i think?) and i wrote this months ago but forgot to finish

reqs are alwyas open!! and dont forget to reblog any of our works here on this blog, it help us a lot!!! ty again for requesting!

[heather1815]

Aleheather Week 2024

Day one, November 11th- Song

Create something based off a song associated with Aleheather, whether it's a personal association or a song sung in World Tour.

I chose "I won’t say I’m in love" from Disney's Hercules and "Distance" by Christina Perri as my main sources of inspiration for this prompt (I couldn't bring myself to pick one or the other - sorry!) Hope you guys enjoy it.

“Believe me, Heather. The only woman I’d wanna look at it’s you!”

Heather sat alone in the bleachers of the elimination room. Though her frustrations were on the rise with the recent failed attempt at voting off Courtney, Heather couldn’t help but smile softly to herself whenever a certain Spaniard crossed her mind.

What’s the matter with me? Heather shook her head, trying to wipe away the mesmerizing green eyes from her mind. He’s the enemy. I shouldn’t feel this way toward him. Toward anyone here!

Though she denied it all the time, most of her teammates had caught on by this point that her feelings toward Alejandro were genuine; which frankly is just absurd! Heather doesn’t have time for romance - she has a million dollars to win! Surely that’s far more important than any silly old crush on a boy? Let the other contestants speculate all they want. She won’t sway. She won’t waver. Her eyes are on the prize and nothing more. So what if she may never see Alejandro again if he gets eliminated or the show ends? If anything that’s more of a reason to stay away from him. They’d never work out. They’re just… too damn similar.

Heather felt her face heat up as she remembered the times when Alejandro provoked her, teased her, got in her way, worried for her, and outright took a fall for her back in Germany. God, could this be any more cliche? When did they go from reality TV show to crappy sitcom?

Still, Heather’s heart will not be swayed on this. Alejandro can waste his time flirting and charming her all he wants but it doesn’t matter. Heather has already been through this same song and dance once before. Back when she was younger, far too naive and innocent for her own good. The first time Heather fell in love it was so sweet. She’d been a stupid kid who knew nothing about the world. It felt so good to be adored, she never imagined the agony she would go through when the perfect illusion shattered and that love turned dark. Her sweetness turned foul. She became cruel, bitter, and mean, but she does the things she does to survive because she’s learned better from it. Because that’s the thing; love is nothing more than mutual manipulation, and frankly Heather held no interest in going back to that kind of dynamic any time soon. 

Alejandro is nothing but eye-candy for her. A silly plaything for her to waste time on until she gets the upper hand against him. Let the others speculate her feelings and have them guessing her next move. They know nothing about her. Except for maybe Sierra. Regardless, Heather will prove them all wrong eventually when she takes down Alejandro once and for all. Crush or no crush, Heather will not let that get in the way of the game.

As Heather returned to the losers lounge area, she saw her teammates already asleep. Sierra was coddling Cody against his will, though he slept through the torture, and Courtney snored across from them. Stepping quietly through the hall she made her way to the confessional booth.

The door opened just as she reached it, and who should come out but the object of her divisive affections.

“Ah, pardon me,” Alejandro said, his green eyes boring into hers intently. He flashed her a grin. “Have you been here long? I abhor to keep a lady waiting.”

Heather rolled her eyes. “What’s it to you?”

“Nothing. Merely curious.” Alejandro shrugged lamely. “How did the vote go?”

“Considering Courtney is still here, you can imagine it didn’t go as planned.” Heather remarked. “It was a reward challenge after all. Speaking of, shouldn’t you be off enjoying whatever lavish prize your team got for winning the challenge?”

Alejandro chuckled with half-lidded eyes. “And miss an opportunity to exchange words with you? Never!” He leaned closer with a conspiratory whisper. “Considering you are the best competitor left in the game apart from myself, you fascinate me greatly. Without you here, the game surely would not be as interesting.”

Heather blinked, ignoring the stupid skip of her heart at his words. “Whatever, creep. Just stay out of my way, will you?” She barged past him into the confessional. Locking the door behind her, Heather sighed, her face a faint shade of red. “Fuck…” She whispered.

Leaning her forehead against the door she closed her eyes and replayed his words in her head. Did the jerk really just admit she made the game more entertaining for him? To get under her skin, obviously, but she hated the impact it had on her composure. Chris must be rolling in the aisles by now if he was watching this footage go down live. She tried to dismiss the encounter from her mind and turned her steely gaze onto the camera.

“Alejandro is going down! Once Courtney has been dealt with, he will be next to the chopping block.” Heather said. “He is wasting his time trying to butter me up, and that’s going to be his downfall. I can’t wait to see the look on his face when he gets voted off!”

She ended the confession with a mischievous grin and walked out. Surprisingly, Alejandro did not stick around for her to leave. Heather ignored the disappointment and focused on creating new strategy plans.At the doorway to the losers lounge, Heather paused. She glanced over her shoulder where the winners’ area was located with a fond, forlorn look on her face. Out loud I’ll never admit it… but to myself alone I’ll say… I love him. She walked away, maintaining her distance from the one thing she wants and cannot have.

[alls-fair-in-pride-and-prejudice]

Confessions

Part 4 of Weaving Constellations - continued from here. Part 5 here

(A/N: I actually posted this before, but soon deleted it because I didn't like it and did some rewrites/added a scene. If you're one of the 3 people that liked this before it was deleted I am sorry I hope you see this one XD Also! Lyra's arcane focus is a pendant that twinkles like stars and her magic has a twinkly quality to it, thus Karlach's nickname for her. Enjoy some angst!)

CW: emotional manipulation/abuse

Midnight smiles at her, but it’s not the soft loving kind of smile she has come to know. This smile holds danger behind it, a storm brewing just behind those golden eyes. “Starling, I want you to explain what I just saw through your earrings. It appeared to me that you gave away the very artifact I wanted to a wizard who eats the magic out of them.” He grabs her chin, pulling her gaze up to him. “You would not be so foolish, would you?”

“He would die without it, Midnight. Please, try to understand what I’m up against right now! I need all the help I can get.”

“Ah yes, you’re up against such dire odds, why not include alienating the source of your power to the list?” Midnight seethes. “Do you love him, is that what this is? The first human man that is marginally kind to you and you throw yourself at him? Starling, I knew you were desperate when we met, but have I not been generous? Have I not given you everything you need?” He pushes back a lock of her hair, gentle and soothing. “Do you not love me anymore?” His voice is soft, pleading.

“No! My love, it’s nothing like that. He’s a friend, a good one, but I love you!” She takes his hand, leaning her cheek into it, eager to reassure him.

He pushes her away harshly, his voice taking on an equally biting tone. “Then why would you do this? I could not care less about mortals and their petty concerns. If he dies, he dies! Give it a couple more decades and nature will take care of it regardless. You serve me, first.”

She’s never seen him be so… heartless before. Capricious perhaps, in that classically fey way, but to be talking of mortals like the dirt under his shoe… Perhaps she has never gotten close enough to another mortal to talk about them with him. “Midnight… I’m mortal.”

“You are different. You are a mortal with the power and knowledge of an archfey at your disposal. I chose you for a reason, starling, but if this behavior should continue… I may regret my choice.” He looks down his nose at her, haughty and challenging. “Tis a first infraction, so I will be merciful. A day without your powers. Let us see how you like the feeling of being without me since you wish to push me away.”

Lyra reaches for him pleadingly. “Midnight, I’m not pushing you away, I swear.” Is this all they are? Patron and servant? No, certainly not. But why won’t he listen to her? Why won’t he understand?

“We will speak after your punishment. Goodbye, Lyra.”

Gale is the first thing Lyra sees when she wakes. He’s sitting next to her, nose buried in a book. Lyra can tell without sitting up that they’re back at camp, but she has no memory of getting there. Her head is pounding, she must have hit it when she fell. As she stirs, Gale’s attention fixes on her and his tired expression breaks into a smile. “Thank the gods, you’re awake.”

Midnight’s voice is still ringing in her ears. She wants to cry but tries to keep the tears inside.

“How are you feeling?” Gale asks, putting a hand to her forehead to check her temperature. “We did all we could to look after you, but you seemed to be in quite a state, like fitful dreams.”

“You… could say that,” Lyra mumbles, slowly sitting up with Gale’s assistance. Karlach is the first to notice and grins, running over to her. “Soldier! You’re awake! Oi, Shadowheart! Twinkles is up!”

Shadowheart is all business. As the only healer in their ragtag team, she approaches Lyra with the demeanor of a very exhausted doctor. “None of us could figure out what happened to you. The only lead we had was Gale determining fae magic was involved, which isn’t terribly helpful when you’ve been exploring a hag’s lair.”

“I thought you might have caught some of that poison cloud and suffered a delayed effect, or that handling of the artifact may have caused adverse effects. I swiftly disposed of it, rest assured. One of the few upsides to my condition is that it's not terribly picky about enchantments or curses.”

As Gale rambles, Lyra catches Wyll watching from a distance, and when she looks at him he nods like his suspicions have been confirmed. “It wasn’t hag magic, it was my patron.”

“Like we need another ticked off patron making life harder for us,” Astarion grumbles, “no offense, Wyll.”

“It doesn’t look like you’ve been relieved of either of your eyes, or had twenty years taken off your life, so there doesn’t seem to have been any typical archfey punishment enacted, at least.” Lyra quirks a brow at Gale, slightly surprised he’s so knowledgeable about fey pacts. Then again, he seems to be a little knowledgeable about everything.

“He’s definitely cross with me,” Lyra admits. “Our overall agreement is that I bring him magical artifacts… and he wanted the one I gave to you.” She looks to Gale. “You assured me it was a matter of life and death. I hope I made the right choice.”

Gale is silent, staring in shock at Lyra. “Gods, twinkles, I think you actually made him speechless,” Karlach remarks in wonder.

His mouth finally catches up with his brain and he says, “yes, yes of course, I assure you I will not take this sacrifice lightly. To think you would risk angering your patron simply on my word that it is necessary… I am deeply touched.” He takes her hand and does a flourishing bow. “You, my lady, are a true paragon of honor and kindness.”

Lyra pulls her hand away. That’s certainly not true. Hells, she has barely thought of disobeying Midnight before, and this was not the first moral quandary she encountered. “It’s… the first time I’ve ever done anything he did not want. I have always done as he’s asked. This is uncharted territory.”

“How long have you had this pact?” Wyll asks.

“A year, but it feels like a lifetime.” Lyra smiles at the nostalgic memory of those early days, “And we were… involved before the pact. First a curious student who happened upon a mirror connected to planes beyond and her personal tutor from the Fey Wilds. Then…” Then lovers. They are lovers, right? He’s never said he loves her, but fey are different. “Well, I suppose I ought to be honest about this with you, if we’re to rely on each other. I entered into a pact with him when I stole for him. I took a powerful artifact from the Strixhaven archives.” She sighs, avoiding Gale’s gaze, remembering how he asked her why she was on the sword coast. “I fled to the sword coast on the run from the law.”

Everyone is silent for a moment, waiting to hear if she will elaborate more. Gale breaks the silence. “You realize that you have an intellectual aptitude that certainly exceeds plenty of the peers I studied with at Blackstaff,” he says, “you didn’t need a warlock pact to achieve magical power, surely you know this.”

“It wasn’t for power,” Lyra retorts, on the defensive. “It was for love.” She doesn’t quite know why she felt so secretive about her relationship with her patron, but even admitting that she got caught up in the romance of it all brings the heat of shame to her cheeks. “I don’t regret loving Midnight. And even as… angry as he is that I disobeyed, I know he still cares for me. But… I do regret what I did for the pact.” She has been laid bare before her companions. She feels the need to fill in any half-second of silence just to ease the tension that seems to grow stronger and stronger. “Now you all know my past, and why I got off easy with my patron.”

“Gods you’re a goody-goody aren’t you,” Astarion remarks with a melodramatic sigh. “If we’re all going to confess every time we’ve lied, cheated, or stolen, we’ll be here a tenday.”

“I am no stranger to the regrettable lengths one will go to for love,” Gale offers. “I can hardly judge when the consequences for my misguided deeds are rather more dire than trouble with the law.” He takes a deep breath, seeming to steel himself. “It is time you learned the truth of my condition.”

He was not exaggerating. Lyra’s issue of leaving school and hiding out on the Sword Coast pales to the potential immediate annihilation of an entire city.

It’s quite a lot to take in, but one thing is certain. “We’re in this together, Gale,” Lyra assures him. “I’m not leaving you.”

Though not romantic in nature, Lyra will look back on those words later and realize that it was her first confession of love. She never had many friends before, but Gale… the more she learned about him, the more she felt they understood each other. She would not give that up, no matter the danger involved.

[anneapocalypse]

Mark Darrah's Memories and Lessons on Dragon Age: Inquisition

Former BioWare developer and Executive Producer Mark Darrah talks about the development of Dragon Age: Inquisition.

A summary of major points:

If Dragon Age 2 had come out any later, it would have been post-Skyrim, and regardless of what changes had been, it would have been difficult for that kind of game to hold up in comparison to Skyrim.

Dragon Age: Inquisition exists and was developed in a post-Skyrim world. Skyrim changed the gaming landscape.

Frostbite was basically the only choice for DAI. Unreal was not on the table as an option for them at the time the choice was made.

Frostbite was great for art and level design, but at the time it was not ready for RPGs—so the art team was able to get to work right away, while the dev team had to get certain systems built before they could really begin.

In the early days, they had a hard time boiling down DAI into a 30-second pitch or vision statement.

Q3 2013 was the planned release date for DAI. It actually shipped a year later. Execs at EA wanted a launch title for the next gen consoles, and they wanted to replicate the fast and cheap turnaround of DA2. Darrah says that he and the devs never believed in that date—they expected to go back and push for more time later—but they to agree to 2013 in order to get started. This also meant that they had to scope the game as if it would ship in 2013, planning for a much smaller game than the eventual finished product. Notably, he says that while the devs had always wanted to put playable races back in after DA2, it was due to the executive pressure to ship in 2013 that they initially scoped the game without them, with the hope that they could add them in later.

Mounts were a table stakes feature for fantasy games at the time. DAI had to have mounts to check that box, but chose to deprioritize them so they didn't take over the game. (Darrah has another video on why mounts are harder than you think.)

Darrah describes DAI's structure as "multi-region open world" and thinks it's a good model if you want your story to take place over a large geographical area.

At the PAX 2013 demo (which Darrah has also made a detailed video about), they still hadn't really nailed down how the player would control the Inquisition's power across territory. They didn't ultimately want it to be a heavily tactical game to the detriment of the RPG elements. Eventually they found a balance in the War Table, though Darrah feels it's a little short of what they wanted. He thinks it would have been great to go further letter the player play with Skyhold as a fortress, and as central to a quest.

Scout Harding was a late addition to the game, designed to introduce the areas, give some life to each new area, and establish the Inquisition's presence there.

Darrah calls the Hinterlands "basically a trap," because it has so much relatively mundane content and doesn't adequately urge the player to go advance the plot. After launch, they immediately realized the problem and began adding in some content to give some sense of urgency to advancing the plot.

As they were populating the regions with content, they actually played Skyrim to see what made the open world work even in large, isolated spaces. Darrrah notes that you're never far from some sign of life in Skyrim—a note, some kind vignette that tells a story, etc. He calls these "designer hugs," and says that it's a lesson they learned pretty late in development.

DAI's tactical camera is "a bit of a compromise." Unlike DAO, it doesn't have a freely-moving camera, something that makes level design more complicated as you have to make sure the camera doesn't show anything it's not supposed to. Darrah doesn't expect that we'll see tac-cam in Dreadwolf, but adds, "I guess we'll see."

"Operation: Sledgehammer": In late 2013, after getting their extra time, all the writers plus Darrah and Laidlaw got together to try and scope the story into something they could finish and which made sense. He thinks it's really the characters that make DAI, not the story. He acknowledges that Corypheus's plan isn't really very well established. "Characters are what drive BioWare games, not plot," he says, and the story needs to make enough sense to hang your characters off of it.

Darrah considers the Hissing Wastes a great example of size for the sake of size, and specifically for the purpose of being "bigger than Skyrim." They were also in a "pissing contest" with The Witcher 3 over things like number of possible endings (which the DAI team was counting in terms of the number of possible combinations of end slides). Darrah thinks that sharing your numbers is often a bad idea and potentially misleading. "Size != quality."

A lot of core features weren't put into the game until after they had declared Alpha.

DAI was always intended to be a multi-gen console launch. EA was worried that the uptake rates on the next-gen consoles would be slow, and that a next-gen-only launch would hurt sales. Compromises had to be madeto be sure the game could run on last-gen, losing things like density of NPCs and eliminating even the possibility of mounts for companions. Darrah still thinks the multi-gen launch was a mistake, but it's a difficult decision to reverse late in development.

Darrah maintains that the base game is not incomplete on its own. Corypheus is the villain of the game; the game ends with defeating Corypheus. What is revealed about Solas in Trespasser and even in the post-credits scene is additional. But he thinks that the backlash to Trespasser will have made BioWare gun-shy to ever do another post-game DLC, which he thinks is kind of a shame.

Story DLC is not cheap to make, and has a tendency to fall into "attach rate hell" and be less profitable than the base game, even lower the overall profitability of the title by percentage.

Darrah suspects a lot of his viewers don't even know a multiplayer mode exists in DAI.

The Mass Effect 3 team felt that the MP mode helped them to more easily refine the combat for the whole game, but it also had drawbacks. The multiplayer mode was perceived by players as mandatory because when the game shipped, you couldn't achieve max readiness without playing. This was actually a bug and not intentional, and was later patched, but it generated a negative response.

DAI's multiplayer mode (or DAMP, as it was called) did not help the combat in the same way, because due to the different ways that Dragon Age utilizes party members compared to Mass Effect, the mechanics had to be rebalanced for DAMP where players only controlled one character. The team also overcorrected for the ME3 backlash, and DAMP had very little visibility.

For a brief time, DAMP was free to download and play in hopes that it would be an onboard ramp to new players. EA didn't love that strategy, and it didn't last long.

EA has tried Origin subscriptions and early access as a subscriber perk as a means to generate additional revenue streams. Darrah does not like early access; it allows opinion on a game to solidify before the game is even really selling.

DAI's branding moves away from the red and white color scheme of the first two games. Darrah thinks they lost a certain distinctiveness, but understands the decision.

Collector's Editions of games are becoming less common in an increasingly digital world, with some titles offer "Collector's Editions" that are really just the collection of special merch without the actual game, allowing the game to be acquired separate however the player chooses. Darrah likes the DAI Collector's Edition but thinks it lacked the one big standout item, like a statue, that many such editions have.

Dragon Age: Inquisition received a number of Game of the Year awards in 2014, but that year also turned out to be a tough year for games, with fewer GOTY awards given out overall than other years. A lot of intended launch titles for the next gen consoles had been pushed back to 2014, and then pushed back again. Darrah also wonders how much The Witcher 3 changed based on the reception to DAI.

Darrah is overall really proud of DAI, saying that of the games he's led it's the closest to what they were going for.

Things Mark would change, with a remaster or a time machine:

Make it smaller. Cut the Hissing Wastes, one of the areas in the Dales, and possibly another region, and it wouldn't really affect the quality of the game.

Tune down the Power required to progress the plot.

Don't make the Hinterlands the first open area, or at least create a stronger push to get the player going to other areas, and progressing the story.

Time machine option, where anything is possible: Use Unreal instead of Frostbite. Building on Unreal doesn't necessarily make DAI better, but it might lead to better development for Andromeda and Anthem.

Darrah predicts two more videos in his "Memories and Lessons" series: one encompassing Anthem, Andromeda, and "Joplin" (the codename for the scrapped early concept for DA4), and another video for "Morrison" (the codename used for what is now called Dragon Age: Dreadwolf.

[ashtcnirwin]

Enclave

Pairing: Luke/Michael/Ashton/Calum Rating: E Word count: 60.6k Key tags: Canon universe, friends to lovers, polyamory Warnings: Explicit sexual content, alcohol consumption, drunk sex, recreational drug use (weed) Note: Please check out the story tags and the the a/n before reading

The intended sentiment of Best Years allows him to put himself in a pair of shoes he’d love to wear, it allows him to transport himself into a future where he has what he wants with who he wants it with, and gets to promise all three of them that he’ll do his best to be a good partner to them until the end of his days. And he thinks he would be. If given the chance, he believes he would make for a good boyfriend. Partner. Whatever they’d wanna call him.

Luke would want to call them his partners, he thinks, regardless of what they would want to call him.

A story about being certain of where your place in life is but being unsure about how to find your way there.

Alright, okay, kinda can’t believe the day is actually here, but here’s my offering to this year’s @5sos-fic-fest, hosted by the amazing Hazel!

The song I chose was History by One Direction, though I will say that the plot of the fic isn’t so much directly inspired by any particular lyric lines as it’s more of an overall vibe-thing. If any particular line could be cited as main inspo, it would have to be the one that goes, We could be the greatest team that the world has ever seen.

Saving the actual story notes for ao3, but happy fic event posting day, and a slightly early Happy New Year, and if you decide to read this fic, I hope you enjoy!🧡

[sen-no-kotowari]

PGR Ayla Activation Day 2023 Mail

Hope everyone had a fantastic holiday! I will be posting quite a few stuff over the next few days with so much stuff piled up while on holiday rest and first off would be Ayla's and Rosetta's Activation Day mail!

You can read more about her activation day memoir on the cut down below! (*‘ω‘ *)

[Push Notification] Art Exhibit Interview

◜Lateral Arc◝ Art Exhibit Interview |  Ayla ― ”Pursuing the colorful world reflected in our eyes” Article publication date: December 15 | Interviewed by the Garden Ventures | Today is the start of the up-and-coming artist Ayla’s exhibit  “◜Lateral Arc◝,” held at Exhibit Building C-06! The exhibit delivers a prismatic visual symposium that transcends time and space, expressing the sentiments and encounters of the people in the current Era. Regardless of the massive response on the first day, it has beaten the venue’s previous record of the most number of visitors. Several pieces displayed have a ◜Lateral Arc◝ with the joint operations between the Arts Association and the Elite Corps. Our team of journalists had the honor to interview Miss Ayla. Q: Could you please tell us why you chose such a theme for the exhibit this time around? A: Although “art” is but a tiny existence in our time today, that is exactly what makes up the driving force we deeply contemplate when it comes to “art.” For instance, I see the blue skies in front of me as the most vivid and biggest canvas there could ever be. But the canvas’ color reflected in other people’s eyes is different, right? What I want to draw are the different forms of this world reflected from their view. I believe it’s good that people have their own interpretation of what “reality” is. Q: All the artwork displayed here is impressive. I know it’s possible to know the production process by “recreating the scene” via the device located beside each of the art pieces here, but why display it in that manner? A: I was inspired by a previous mission I participated in on Earth. As for the devices installed… It’s my way of thanking the person who took care of me during the production of these pieces. They gave me the inspiration for this and have always been supportive of me. They probably aren’t aware of it, but it’s because they’ve always been fighting for the sake of humanity’s future… I wanted the world reflected in those people’s eyes to continue to exist. Their existence always gives us strength in one way or another. Q: In regards to the last, blank artwork displayed called “Masterpiece,” you mentioned that someone once said that “it’s because the next piece is yet to be completed that it’s the perfect masterpiece.” What do you make about this interpretation of it? A: Ahaha! That’s a really interesting interpretation of it. I love it! But all the pieces displayed in the art exhibit are pieces I’m proud of. …Ah! I just thought of what could my next piece be! Oh dear, I’m so excited that I wanna draw it so badly right now! Q: It’s truly a “surge of inspiration!” Then, could you please tell us about what your next piece is? Not just me, but Miss Ayla’s fans are also looking forward to what your “masterpiece” would be… Even just a tiny spoiler, please! A: Hehe, I’d like to keep it a secret for now. Talking about the details of my work takes up a lot of courage, you know? From: Writer | Montpellier

From Ayla

Hi there, Commander~! It’s been so long, did you perhaps miss me? I got your cake and activation day present, thank you so much! Golly gee, why do you always know the things that make me happy? My art exhibition starts today. For me, today is a really important day. Because there is a day like this I was able to let the whole world see a new perspective and outlook in life, I was able to experience the cruel reality beyond those shelters. Since you’re such a busy person, I was able to ask the Arts Association to display the art pieces for an additional day after the last day of the exhibit for you. I’ll be your specialized guide that day and give you a tour around the venue! And also, I prepared a surprise for you so look forward to that, okay? It was pretty difficult to express all of the battles everyone’s fighting in a piece of artwork, but… Thanks to you and everyone, I was able to grasp the monuments of this war we’re fighting, I was able to pick up and weave fragments of the stars and show its glow to a greater crowd of people. Hehe, was our conversation seriously heavy? Pretty sure that my mood hasn’t switched off from “exhibit mode,” that’s why. Oh yeah, I have a wish I want you to grant, but… I want to draw your portrait! They say that it’s okay to make a wish on one’s activation day, right? So I want you to be my model! I know you’re thinking that I’m already drawing you as we’re speaking, but I still wanna draw you even after I already drew plenty of times now. …It’s only when I draw that I can have your gaze all to myself, see? Or something along those lines, hehe. Saying it made me feel a bit shy about it. Anyway, come to my atelier when you got the time! I don’t mind if it’s late, I’ll be waiting for you. From: Ayla’s Mail

[r-ene]

any tips on how to be motivated in doing thesis? or just any general, helpful tips. thank you! <3

Hi !! I had fun doing our thesis so I feel I might ramble a bit here, haha +++ this is a very long read so I'll list it down w bold key points blue if u dont want to read d whole thing – most of these are the things my team did, I hope this is of help !!

sorry for the delay w my response, I thought about this for days so I could be more helpful hehe

first, idk if you're doing a solo or partnered or group thesis but if you have a partner or group, getting along really well with the team + having mutual understanding can make the whole process smooth. my groupmates are my close friends (we're 6 in the group and i love them dearly) and everything went smoothly because we're aware how, for example, i hate cramming and love scheduling + doing things in advance, so all of us agreed to do things in advance but with a time period of 1-2 weeks depending on the heaviness of task (related lit is long so we did that 2 weeks minimum)

do not procrastinate and cram = love scheduling. following my first point, i made a time table for our group and i was the secretary/assistant leader so i made it a point to follow up every now and then and kept the deadlines pinned in our chat. since we had a system, we never crammed and since all of us also loves to do things now for longer chill days, we were never late for a deadline and just waited for our prof to ask for outputs since there were no fixed deadlines.

pick a topic you and your team is very interested in + relevant to today's society/generation + your major. all of us had very good topic proposals since each of us had to pitch at least one topic and we chose to do a study on telemedicine for chronic respiratory disease patients – very timely, interesting and relevant to our generation + our major ofc. we were very invested in this study :)

love reading, love your study and the process. this makes things SUPER easy. a little segwey but i did my junior internship under occupational therapy and loved the patients (majority were stroke patients) and one of them, when my intern asked what advice to give me since i want to become a doctor/hcp, he was a doctor and he told me to "isapuso" (take in heart/love) what i will be studying and doing and that's what i did with our thesis + my major. Makes everything easier ♡ oh and also since thesis needs loads of reading, the more you love your topic, the more you'll just automatically read on it regardless whether you're doing your related lit at the moment or not. i still read on telemedicine till now

have one in your team to be the one in charge of formatting and one for references. this seems very minor but it helps prevent unwanted headaches especially if there's a bunch of you in the group so the document won't be altered much as you work and would have a much more consistent formatting for both

ethics committee can be a pain in waiting both in uni and if ever you want to conduct your study based on a hospital. our uni ethics takes a week while hospitals take over 2 weeks to over a month to approve your request/s. best to also assign 2 people on ethics-related things since i think we filled out 5 documents the whole thesis period to submit to ethics. however, during the waiting process or even before submitting, make revisions and consult with your research adviser and/or other profs knowledgeable on your topic + our best decision was to consult the head of the uni research. though we had to revise our title + changes in the whole paper, as a result of consulting w profs n head, we were able to get the best result we could hope for !!

review your paper every now and then because there are technical and content-wise revision you won't notice at first and second time you proofread your paper. in addition, if working in a group, have your groupmates check on your work afterwards no matter how confident you are with it — this helps them study on your part/s and see corrections you weren't able to. double, triple, quadruple checking's not bad. It's very helpful.

this is ironic since thesis is a major task but: don't stress and don't put too much pressure on yourself. personally this was very helpful because it clears your mind, especially before defense and can help you think of the possible questions the panelists might ask and you yourself would be able to deliver your parts better + be the one to figure out the loopholes you missed (so idk but in our case before the panel pointed out our loophole, we were the ones who brought it up and already had a defense on it and stuff) and it makes the whole defense process shorter, smoother. just make sure to take notes on the loopholes, possible qs, panel qs and recommendations and not dwell on the anxiety (there will always be a percentage of it in u) you have in your body while they're asking stuff, hahaha

sleep early before defense days !!! i sleep latest 11 for these and go to dunkin near uni at 5 or 6am to study up for the defense, no matter if the defense is at 8 or 10. you can nap peacefully after + the morning auras can help calm your nerves

ran out of ideas but i believe you can do this !! thesis might sound intimidating and scary but i hope you don't let it get to you. you can have a stress-free thesis making period as long as you really like your study (as i mentioned), trust and have confidence both in you and your team, be very diligent to get rest and whenever you get time to. if you feel overwhelmed, step back and take a walk even just for 5 minutes, it makes a whole difference. I'm not sure what drives you – awards, grades, feeling of fulfillment... and I don't know what field your in but trust that your study can help make an impact no matter how you think it's "too simple" in comparison to those making apps (in my case, but no shade to the other contestants in the research competition, i was very proud of my fellow respi students regardless whether we're competitors or not that time).

To put emphasis for boost: you are great. you will do great on your thesis despite everything and convert pessimism to optimism !! its not naive, it can get you through anything if you broaden your outlook 🤍

[fallingsunflower]

this is long im sorry. I think regardless of the signs of people thinking hes taking a long break cuz of how much hes doing with the videos, mv, dedications, etc. I'm kinda hoping he's gone for a while. I don't want to speak or think for him but I mean the only time harry ever took a break he said it was only for a couple of days/weeks after 1d because he couldn't handle staying still. There's 100% such thing as a busy bee but it's kinda concerning if the thought of being in your own home by yourself plagues you to where you have to always be traveling [which usually brings him to working] or just working. Not even during the pandemic, when we were all told to sit down and other artists weren't working, he chose to keep flying around and then book a US tour which needed a country pardon I believe. The lengths that he goes to to not sit down and relax are slightly concerning and while it is obvious given how he got started in 1D and allowed him to achieve a lot of accolades and personal fulfillment ig, it's also contributed to some of his sicknesses, missing events for family (naturally) fan stalking after concerts, oversaturation, some desperate team actions to keep him in the spotlight and keep them healthly invested in his career and impact. I don't want him to take a break just to fulfill what fans want out of him cuz they think <30 years old should be married with children already, but because it's logically a good idea for his brand (perhaps he can use this time to "figure out his thing" cuz tpwk and pleasing for example can be such a better brand concept with the right collabs, discern which members of his team are still matching his vision and morals [that video yesterday with the members of his team taking advantage of his fans, they can go], oversaturation, working with co-op live, and maybe a few acting voice lessons from Niall lol) and mentally it's good for him. I personally used to travel a lot for work too and meeting with different entertainers and when I stopped, my body, immune system, and mind had to catch up which took some time. I'm sure there are reasons why he might not want to stay home: stalking, finding his home with a person in the past, or boredom, but hopefully with more friends his age, in and out of entertainment he can have some security in taking a break again.

Okay since you brought it up I 1000000% think the rumors of his break are partially because people are like "he's getting old - almost 30. He needs to settle down and have kids and get married" and quite frankly, that's an annoying point of view (this isn't directed at anyone specifically here but just generally based on what I've seen elsewhere).

I hope he takes a year off to be out of the spotlight and just chill normally. I don't normally get my way though but that's what I want. I also want just musician Harry but alas lol

[annamaria5111]

Success story

In this post I will tell you how I manifested passing a very hard exam. Some of you maybe know about the Chambridge Exams. If you pass this kind of exams, you will get a certificate which is available for a lifetime. 

To be honest, I was very bad at English in my first year in Highschool. I had a good teacher but she put a lot of pressure on us in order to learn the foreign language and it was very hard to catch up with. 

I wanted to get this certificate because it would give me a lot of opportunities and it is recognized worldwide. I started to do some preparation with other teacher and I paid her, it was hard, but not impossible. This Exam consists of four skills: Speaking, Reading and Use of English, Writing and Listening. When I had to speak for the first time, I was too anxious, I could not open my mouth, my accent was also terrible and i did not know a lot of words. I did this preparation for almost two years but I still did not feel prepared for this Exam. 

I had a pre-test in May and I passed it with almost 64%. In order to pass this exam, you should do at least 60%. Even though I passed that pre-test, I started affirming that I am good at English. Moreover, I started to use some subliminals for becoming a native and I keep persisting that no matter what, I would get that Certificate.

I want to add that I paid for enterining in this Exam and I chose the Advanced one, or the CAE. 

Two weeks before the exam I was very anxious, stressed and I did a lot of tests, I practised my grammar and Speaking abilities. Maybe I am not the best at english, I still do some spelling errors or my phrases are too long, but I am doing my best. My mother language is romanian and we are used to tell a lot of things in a phrase with multiple verbs or even more than two tenses. I had to get rid of those, but I succeed.

I had my speaking test on 3rd June and the Exam the next day. I can say that I did not know if I had spoken correctly or if I had done a great work team, because you need a partner, but I did not lost my hope. The next day I stayed at school for almost six hours. I thought that I would die and then the intrusive thoughts appeared. If I had not done that correctly? If I wrote that word badly? and so on.

I have still affirmed after my Exam that I would pass it and I can admit that I was like a parrot. All day, all night I affirmed that I pass the exam. On 18th July my teacher announced me that I passed the CAE Exam with 191 points. This is a C Grade, but I was happy because I made ends meet and I did not get a B2 grade or FCE, because you can achieve this grade, if your score is small. 

Now it is coming the spicy part. I got the fullest score in the Speaking probe. I do not want to tell that it was a miracle, because my mind did it, my subconcious, but I want to say that with faith you can get whatever you want.

Even though I was very bad at english, I barely could talk and I was extremely stressed, I got almost C2 at Speaking(210 points). This means that I spoke like a native. I was over the moon when I saw the results, so my family.

Moral of the story?

No matter how bad you are at a subject, when it comes to the Law of Assumption, anything and everything is possible. Affirm, persist and know that you will receive your manifestation, regardless of everything.

[mostlybarnes]

It’s My Party, You’re Not Invited (Part Two)

Summary: The morning after Bucky threw a party, you confront him but it doesn’t go according to plan.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Warnings: more angst, arguing, Bucky is an asshole, language, not proof read, mistakes are my own!

Words: 1,567

Author’s Notes: Wow. I absolutely can not believe the support on part one! I’m so happy you guys liked it, and of course I’m always happy to give people what they want and since so many of you asked for part two, here it is! Really hope you won’t be disappointed, please let me know what you think. And don’t worry, there WILL be a part three. This isn’t the end!!

As you had predicted, you got no sleep. Your night consisted of you tossing and turning and occasionally groaning loudly into your pillow.

Your pillow was your closest friend, it captured your falling tears, and provided you with comfort when you couldn’t rest. The morning sun was pouring through your parted drapes, a new day was beginning and you knew you definitely wouldn’t be getting any sleep now.

Lazily, you threw the blankets off of you and sat on the edge of your bed, your palms on either side of you, digging into the mattress. Bucky not inviting you to his party shouldn’t have bothered you, but for some reason, it did. It was the reason you got no sleep, and you were annoyed by how Nat and your friends treated you last night. They were laughing and you couldn’t help but feel like they were laughing at you, even if they weren’t. Today would be the day you would confront Bucky, no matter what. But first, you needed a hot shower to try and wash away the tension that was rolling off your shoulders.

The shower itself would have taken a good ten minutes on a good day, but you spent almost an hour on the shower floor with your knees tucked under your chin and fresh tears disappearing under the shower head. Pathetic, you told yourself. Crying over something that wasn’t even your fault. How dare he treat you this way and make you feel broken. Speak of the devil, through the sounds of your cries and the water cascading down around you, your thoughts snapped back to reality when you heard his laugh from the hallway again.

Enough was enough with his games, you needed to know why you didn’t get an invite, it was just a simple little question.

Standing up off the shower floor with shaky legs, you turned off the shower and stepped out to grab the towel off the rail and pat yourself dry. In your haste to get dressed, your clothes were mismatched and your sweater was turned inside out. You didn’t care about that though, you needed to speak with Bucky. You needed answers.

You left your room and followed the sounds of the chatter coming from the common room. Your feet quickly carried you there, stopping in the doorway and noticing the room was completely trashed from last night’s shenanigans.

Broken glass was scattered over the marble floors, there were literally hundreds of solo cups all over the tables, there was even a broken window.

What the hell happened here? You wondered, stepping into the room, being careful not to tread on glass.

“Watch your feet!” Bucky warned, holding his hands up to halt your footsteps. “There’s glass everywhere.”

“No shit.” You scoffed, folding your arms across your chest and rolling your eyes. You heard him click his tongue as he worked on sweeping up the glass. “I heard you had a party?”

“Uh yeah, just some close friends and stuff.” He shrugged, and ouch if that didn’t fucking hurt.

“Really? I didn’t know you were– were close friends with people from…. statistics?” Anger was rushing through your veins, his nonchalant attitude wasn’t making this any easier and neither was the lack of sleep. You wondered what had happened to the sweet guy you knew. The shy Bucky who couldn’t even make himself a sandwich because he was afraid of being mocked by the other avengers. Or the Bucky that loved to sip herbal tea at 3 in the morning. Where did that Bucky go? Who is this Bucky? It was like a switch flipped and he changed overnight.

“What is this about, Y/N? You walk in here with some kind of an attitude problem and I’m tired, it’s early and I’m not in the mood.” He snapped and that was it for you. If he was tired, you were something else.

You stepped into the room regardless of the broken glass still all over the floor, not caring if any shards cut your feet as you stand toe to toe with Bucky. You shove him, but not surprised when he doesn’t budge.

“Where was my invite? What did I do to you to make you forget about me? It shouldn’t even be a big deal but–”

“Then stop making it a big deal! Is that what this is really about huh? It was my party and I invited the people I wanted to be there!”

“Wha– but you invited everyone but me!” You cried, your voice breaking at the end.

“Then maybe that tells you something.” He offers no sympathy to your state of distress. At least not to your face, it’s when you turn your back and he hears you cry harder does his own heart break. He didn’t mean for this to happen and the Black Widow’s footsteps behind him is about to remind him of his mistakes.

“You’ve really messed this up Barnes. I’m not sure Y/N will ever forgive you.” Bucky turns to look at Nat. Guilt and anger written all over his face.

“You don’t think I know that?! I did it to protect Y/N!”

“Well, what are you gonna do about it?”

“I don’t know.”

////

The day away from the compound was exactly what you needed. The air was refreshing and cold, biting against your skin. It helped to clear your thoughts that were running in circles since you talked to Bucky. You still didn’t have a clear answer as to why he chose not to invite you, and that bothered you more than anything, but what he did say replayed in your mind. You suppose he had a point, it was his party and up to him who he chose to invite but it confused you because you thought you were on good terms with Bucky. Did you get it wrong? Where did it all go wrong?

Your fingers wrapped around the mug as you sat in the corner of the quiet coffee shop with a friend as they watched you watch the world go by.

“Okay, what’s going on?” They asked, blowing into the hot liquid before taking a quick sip.

A deep sigh fell from between your lips. Your body and mind felt exhausted, it was hard to concentrate.

“I don’t even know. I feel like I’m overreacting.” You shrugged, licking your lips and looking into your coffee as if seeking the answers to your unanswered questions.

“Overreacting? Did something happen on the mission you just got back from?”

“No, no. Something that happened after that. You know Bucky, right?”

“Bucky Barnes?” They asked with a raised eyebrow. You nodded and swallowed the lump in your throat. “What about him?”

“I just– I– would you be honest with me and tell me if I’m overreacting?” You bit your lip nervously and your friend nodded.

“Of course! Tell me everything.”

True to their word, your friend sat and listened to every single word without interruptions or sassy remarks. They didn’t stop to ask you questions, and they didn’t make you feel pathetic like you felt. Talking about it out loud made you feel stupid, maybe it was stupid to get angry over something so small. That maybe deep down Bucky had a good reason not to invite you. Maybe you just weren’t close to him after all.

“I’m so stupid, aren’t I?” You shrugged, the wooden table becoming more of an interest.

“You’re not stupid. He’s stupid but I think he likes you.” Your head snapped up and so did your eyebrows.

“You’re insane! Didn’t you hear what I just said?”

“Of course I did!” They defended with a smirk, “and here’s what we’re gonna try.”

///

Your friend’s idea was so stupid and this dress was far too tight for your liking. You felt like your your body was spilling out at the seams, a complete opposite to what you were used to wearing: comfortable clothing or pajamas.

Walking in heels was another problem for you. Any second now, you were sure you were gonna have to call Dr Cho because you had somehow broken your neck. However, after a few laps around your room, you felt confident enough to walk a few blocks in them. Grabbing a purse and a jacket from your closet, you staggered out of your room and into Bucky’s chest.

“Whoa there, you alright?” He asked, pushing you away from him. He eyed you up and down, making you feel naked under his gaze.

“Why wouldn’t I be? And what are you doing here? Outside my door?” You folded your arms across your chest, big mistake as it pushed your cleavage together and with the height difference, Bucky had a pretty good view. He was a gentleman though and kept (or tried) to keep his eyes glued to your face.

“I came to apologize. Where are you going dressed like that?”

“It’s a bit late for an apology. I got your message loud and clear from this morning.” You scoffed. “And I’m going out with my real friends, not that it’s any of your damn business.”

“A party?” He wondered, his jaw clenching at the thought of you dancing with other people that weren’t him.

“Yes, and you’re not invited.” You smirked, turning on your heels and walking towards the waiting elevator, ignoring his calls of your name.

Bucky watched as the metal doors closed, his hands tugged his hair so hard he was afraid he would rip it out. He’s fucked up, Natasha was right. There was no way of fixing this.

“Fuck!” He yelled, kicking a hole in the wall next to your door.

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[etherealtobio]

𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭 𝐬𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩 𝐩𝐭. 𝟏

part 2

— haikyuu characters and what they’d do to help you sleep ♡

— feat. akaashi, atsumu, bokuto, hinata, kageyama, kita, osamu, suna, and tsukishima

— contains: gn!reader, established relationships, food mentions, slight manga spoilers, & slight crack bc that's just how it is <3

— a/n: this is for my beloved insomniacs, and here's my first headcanon !! LETSGOOO <3 i hope u enjoy and pls reblog if u liked it !! part 2 is up now╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

⇨ 𝐀𝐊𝐀𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈 reads you a book !! have you heard of his voice ?? SO soothing which will lull you to sleep <3 he asks you what book you want him to read but he sometimes insists on reading you stories you haven't heard before, just because he knows you'll love what he picks. sometimes would make fun of you and would search the web to read smut. he says it'll make you uncomfy and force you to sleep. you know the ones that are so explicit? yeah, we won't elaborate on that. don't ask me how he reads them with a straight face. "akaashi, please stop" "but this is really good" "yeah but i wouldn't be able to take you seriously" "then i'll read more passionately" "babe if you don't sTOP-"

⇨ 𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 is SO hyper. mans still has energy after volleyball practice and doesn't hesitate to ask you if you "wanna pillow fight?" ?? then proceeds to hit you before you even begin to talk. you gasp in shock as he hits your face so you try to hit him back, but the way he sways his pillow onto you is so strong which overpowers your will to do so. how strong is this man anyway ?? his last hit makes you fall back onto the bed, then he lays down beside you to trap you in his arms. "you tired?" "yes, 'tsumu, now let me go" "no" "you should've just asked if you wanted to cuddle so we can sleep" baby just wanted snuggies after all :')

⇨ 𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 asks "you can't sleep? mE TOO" then turns the TV on to watch a movie with you <3 he storms out the room before the movie starts and grabs a bowl of popcorn on the way back and you chose not to mind the ones that fell on the floor when he ran back to you. he likes cuddles and initiates to be the big spoon bc he wants you to be comfy. he'd pick a romcom so both of you would feel light-hearted before sleeping. but really, it's just an excuse for him to avoid watching horror movies with you, and you insist otherwise. "bo, why don't you want to watch a horror movie anyway?" "i'd be too scared to sleep" "but i'm here?" "i have you and me that i have to protect from ghosts ok" i can imagine him instantly standing up just when he hears a strange noise coming out of nowhere HFJSDGF A BIG BABY

⇨ 𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 is really excited to hear that you can't sleep because he was too hyper to do so. will ask you if you wanted to bike with him. bike ?? but he insists Miyagi's roads are safe to stroll around at night. he grabs the two bikes for you and both of you start to talk about life under the starry night <3 "what do you think of my spikes" "hinata, you ask me this literally everyday" "but you give me the best compliments!!" "fine, you're really good. but next time don't hit kageyama's head while serving" "you don't have to bring that up!!1!" all the cycling made you tired, so as you get back home, you feel drowsy and tired enough to fall asleep, and he is as well <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀 tells you that it’s good to drink milk before sleeping. he actually does this and you notice that he’s fast asleep afterwards (when does he ever not drink milk anyways ??). whenever you tell him you can’t sleep, he makes sure that there’s a stock of milk cartons in the fridge just to make sure to never run out <3 “i can’t sleep” “how about you drink your milk” “but i'm gonna feel full” “well i’m not one who has a messed up sleep schedule, boke” he didn’t have to call you out like that 😔 but he got out of bed to pour you a glass of milk regardless <3

⇨ 𝐊𝐈𝐓𝐀 is really strict with you since he knows how sleep is important to you. he will NOT hesitate to wait for you to say that you can’t sleep. instead, he would give you lavender-scented candles and an eye mask before bedtime. he also cooks you boiled eggs since he says it helps with the melatonin, but will give you a tart cherry juice instead if you preferred not to eat <3 vERY responsible boyfriend, don't argue with me on this !! he'd also tell you to do the 4-7-8 breathing technique if you still can't sleep. "are you sure this will help?" "Obachan told me about this technique and it makes me fall asleep faster, try it" then proceeds to cuddle you whilst you do it. before you know it, you're already fast asleep !! although you'd have to ask him the next day about which helped you sleep faster <3

⇨ 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 insists to cook you something. you told him you were too hungry to sleep, so he brings you to the kitchen so you can watch him cook :') he says ramen is too heavy to digest at night so he cooks you miso soup instead !! this soup contains a lot of benefits so he's more than glad to offer you something that will be good for you <3 you watch him prepare all the ingredients before putting it altogether like magic. even if you don't like miso, the way he cooks it will be a life-changer for you because this man not only cooks, he cooks with passion !! you both devour the carefully-made soup then head back to your room to prepare to sleep <3 "did you like it?" "i did, 'samu, it tasted really good" "don't make yourself hungry before bedtime next time" but really, you just can't resist his perfect food recipes <3

⇨ 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐀 shows you his stolen pics of the team (especially atsumu LOL) which makes you both laugh so hard your cheeks and stomachs hurt !! he would also tell you the backstory of each picture so you would know the context. there are several questionable scenes, one of which is kita massaging his forehead in the background while atsumu flashes his butt to the team inside the locker room. another one is a blurred selfie with the team in the background dancing to tiktok songs. "and if you look closely, you'll see a disappointed aran" "i bet this was atsumu's idea" "yeah, especially this one song where you throw it back." both of you get exhausted with the laughing and cackling so you finally fall asleep afterwards, with his arm around your waist <3

⇨ 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐌𝐀 gives you his giant dinosaur plushie. you’d be confused at first, because he doesn’t let anyone, not even yamaguchi, touch those plushies he cherishes very dearly. he actually has to choose since he has a ton of these in different dinosaur species. you know this, because he snuggles with different ones every night. you know that meme with the girlfriend sleeping with her 500 dollar four foot tall mareep? yep, that’s the sitch 😔 heart been broke so many times. BUT tsukishima is actually sweet enough to let you hold his plushies. “tsukki,, i can’t sleep” “here, have this T-rex” “but you don’t let anyone touch your plushies” “these help me sleep and it’s you anyways, take it” 🥺🥺🥺 then he insists to put the plushie between you both so he can cuddle it as well. tsukki said sharing is caring <3

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[jechristine]

it takes you two minutes to see in every interview of tom (even more when z is there) how charming he is and stupidly in love he can look sooooooo i can see why people want him in a romcom.so bad. i don't really know if that's what i want to see tho because i feel like great scripts in romcom are very rare..

and i also don't think he's interested in working in a traditional/basic romcom, even tho he answered "yes i would love to" when asked. i don't think he would have accepted something like...let's say...normal people if they suggested it to him ? because even tho this show requires a lot of emotional scenes, he seems to approach acting as a game and as a playground where he gets to completely change himself (physically and mentally). i think if he had to choose between playing a villain/ troubled character or playing a good/lovable one, he would chose the villain regardless of the quality of the script.

because he seems to think acting is all about that (to showcase his range ?) and not about telling a legitimate good story, cherry showcase that and sorry if i'm being harsh but he should have realized the script was not good the minute he started reading it. i think he took the role thinking "wow i'm really gonna transform in this people are gonna be surprised" rather than "let's read the script slowly and think about the story it's telling and if it's told well and accurately [answer is no]". i'm really hoping TCR goes well because i'm kinda sensing a pattern here between cherry tdatt and tcr..

I really agree with your point that Tom seems to approach his projects as “playgrounds,” although I might put it differently, that above all he seems to want to be challenged in a new way with each (non-Spidey) film. And I think he wants to test the limits of his “range.” I think being a predominantly romantic lead of any sort would actually be a challenge for him, one he could potentially meet with the help of a good director, but I agree with you that i’m not sure he would see it that way.

As far as the romcom scripts, well great scripts are very rare, period, but also @wetheoriginals and @wingedzinemoneydragon made a case a few weeks (days?) ago that many good romcoms have been going directly to streaming in the past few years. I think the next question is about the intersection of well-written (streaming) romcoms, films that could be described as “star vehicles,” and projects that Tom Holland would see as worthwhile endeavors? What film resides at that intersection? It would be good, to be sure! Maybe Phoebe Waller-Bridge will write it? Or Mimi Cave? Or the writer-director team of Search Party, Sarah-Violet Bliss and Charles Rogers?

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hey hey hey, could you make sub harry x dom fem reader smut where the reader finds out that harry spying on her in the showers with his cloak, so she takes revenge after the quidditch match on the showers? basically shower sex but reader being dom as hell. face slapping, choking, eating out, lots of degration, just pure sub harry smut!! and i loveee your writing btw love 💖🤧

pairing: harry potter x reader 

warning(s): 18+, dom!reader, mentions of voyeurism, shower sex, oral (female receiving), choking, slapping (like once), degradation, mentions of orgasm control/edging 

word count: 1.6k 

a/n: sorry i haven’t uploaded in a while, i’ve been busy but i have the week off so i hope to post more often! as always, enjoy! 

Once you saw the last of the team travel out of the locker room, you were quick to barge in - knowing your boyfriend, and the team’s captain, was the only one left. 

He was taking his jersey off when you arrived, his muscular back facing you. 

“You were great out there,” you said softly as you approached him, wrapping yours arms around him from the back despite how sweaty he was. You knew you’d be showering with him anyways. It was a little post-game ritual the two of you often loved to share. 

Harry leaned into your touch, letting some of the weight from his sore body rest on you. You almost felt bad for what you were about to do to him. He didn’t even know what was coming. Didn’t even know he had been caught this morning. But you surely weren’t going to let it slide. 

“Where were you this morning?” You asked him, innocently enough. 

“Went to breakfast then came down here,” he answered easily, moving out of your grasp to turn the water on. 

“And before that?” You asked him, raising a sly brow at him. 

You saw him freeze for a moment, but he recovered quickly. It almost made you giggle - the thought of him thinking he could get away with it. 

“What do you mean?” He asked, not turning around to face you. Instead, he opted to begin removing his pants. 

“Don’t act stupid, baby boy,” you said, almost mockingly. “We both know exactly what I’m talking about.” 

He froze for real then, his hands glued to the hem of his pants. You could practically feel him wracking his brain for something to say, but you both knew he already lost. 

When he turned to face you, his expression was filled with guilt and shame. It was almost cute how pitiful he looked. You walked up closer to him, completely invading his space until your chest was pressed against his. You could hear the way his breath hitched before he released a shaky breath, and you knew he was exactly where you wanted him. 

“Did you think it was okay to peep on me in the shower? You’re not slick, you know? I know when you’re using the cloak,” you questioned, referencing what had happened just that morning. 

You had been taking a shower, excitedly getting ready to watch your boyfriend play in his game today, when you heard an unmistakable swishing along the bathroom floor. You barely even had to look up when you saw it hit the light in exactly the right way. To anyone else, it may have just been a trick of the eye, but you knew exactly what it was. You had been underneath it enough times to know. It was Harry, underneath his invisibility cloak, watching you shower. 

And as aroused as you were that Harry had managed to sneak all the way in there just for you, just to see you naked, you refused to give him the show he wanted. After all, he didn’t need to know you knew was there. So you continued your shower as you normally would, finally hearing the unmistakable swishing leave the bathroom once more. 

“I’m sorry,” he finally said, looking down at his feet bashfully. 

“I’m sure you’re not, but you’ll make it up to me. Won’t you, baby?” You asked teasingly, palming him through his briefs to find him already half hard. When all he could do was whimper, you couldn’t help but chuckle, but you let it slide. “Help me strip.” 

He moved eagerly, quickly helping you out of your layers until you were naked. You moved under the water, letting it encase you before you turned back to him. He was watching you with eagle eyes, not daring to take them off of you. 

“Down on your knees, baby boy. I don’t know what you think you were doing, but I’m in charge now,” you told him, spreading your legs seductively, leaving him with a perfect spot to place his mouth. 

He was down on his knees within a second, not even minding the cold, hard bathroom floor. His lips sucked around your clit harshly, forcing your hips to buck up from the wall. He didn’t miss a single beat, almost effortlessly working your body with his lips and tongues. Regardless of how you felt about this morning, your man was good and you both knew it. 

“Look at you finally being good. Maybe if you had been good all day, I would have been the one on my knees,” you told him between your moans. You felt more than heard him whimper against your body, picturing the roles reversed. 

He got you off quickly after that, wanting to prove to you so badly that he was good, so that hopefully, if you allowed it, he could get off too. You came with a deep moan, your back arched against the cool shower wall and your fingers tangled in his hair, pulling him as close as possible to your body. His tongue didn’t stop until you were writhing, forcing him off of you. 

When you looked down at him again, a whole new rush of arousal shot through your body. His hair was a beautiful mess, tousled under your fingers and the water. His lips were swollen and wet, slightly parted as he finally got the chance to breathe. And his eyes. Oh his fucking eyes. He looked like an absolute glorious fucked out mess even though you hadn’t even touched him yet. He looked as breathless as you felt. The power you had over this man was borderline insanity. 

“Do you think you did a good enough job to fuck me?” You asked him lowly, watching his eyes widen. 

“Please. I’ve wanted to all day,” he told you honestly, the plea evident in his eyes. 

“I really don’t think you deserve it after your stunt this morning but I’ll be nice. You can fuck me, but you better make me cum twice of your cock before you even think about cumming,” you gave in with a dark chuckle, watching as a blush crept to his face and his cock twitched. 

He was on his feet in an instant, easily lifting you up and balancing your body between the wall and his strong chest. It didn’t take him much longer to slip his cock inside of you and from the angle, you could feel everything. Every vien, every ridge, every throb. He definitely chose correctly when he picked this position. 

WIth every thrust, his pelvis was brushing against your clit and the tip of his cock was perfectly hitting your g-spot. You couldn’t even hold the moans back. He was proving just how good he was tenfold, he deserved to hear how good he was making you feel. 

“You were so fucking bad this morning, you know that?” You asked, slowly dragging your hand up his chest and to his throat. You didn’t clench down hard, but the fact that your hand was there was enough to make him moan. “Who gave you the filthy idea that peeping on me was the right thing to do?” 

“Y/N, fuck,” he said back, not quiet an answer, but you knew exactly what it meant. It meant that as your orgasm was building, so was his and he was having a hard time controlling it between your words and your hand so perfectly placed. 

And you knew exactly what to do to tip him over the edge. To make him cum and break the rules some more just so you could fuck with him more later. It was devious, but it was the perfect punishment. 

“You’re not showing me how good you can be. I know how close you are. Are you thinking about me in the shower again? How good I looked touching myself while you watched?” You questioned, your hand only gripping his throat tighter. 

“No. Fuck. I’m being good, please,” he begged aimlessly, thrusting inside of you erratically, just proving how close to the edge he was. 

“If you were good, you wouldn’t act like a desperate little boy,” you told him, trying your best to sound coherent through your own moans. 

You gripped his chin between your fingers to hold him steady before bringing up your other hand and swinging it against his face, a resounding crack echoing around the empty locker room. His head remained steady, but his entire body trembled. He managed to keep you upright, but he was breaking down slowly, spiraling to his release. 

“You better make me cum before you do,” you got out, at least managing to sound menacing enough. 

“I’m so close. Please cum, please,” Harry whimpered, fighting against himself to get you there. 

No matter what, you could never say that Harry Potter was a quitter. He raced to get you to your finish, and when you did, you contracted around him so tightly he hissed and you released with a scream, unable to hold back the sound. He came with a groan, his head buried in your shoulder. 

You took a moment to catch your breath before opening your mouth to speak. “I thought I told you to make me cum twice before you did,” you offered weakly, still a little breathless. But nevertheless, your words had their desired effect. 

Harry’s head immediately snapped up and you could already see the apology in his eyes. You chuckled slightly as you slid back down the wall, gracefully landing on your feet. 

“Don’t worry, baby boy. You’ll learn your lesson for that one later - nothing a few edges won’t be able to fix. But first we need to finish your shower, hm?” You asked softly, moving his messy hair back out of his face. 

He gulped but gave you a steady nod before flashing a barely there grin. He was a little shit - basically asking for a punishment. But he was all yours.