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zest {chapter 3}

Pairing: Chef! Joel Miller x Professor! Reader (formally known as Bartender! Reader)

Summary: Your time away with Joel starts now and he makes you feel all kinds of things.

Word Count: 3.4k

Warnings: canon typical violence (fleeting), canon typical language, canon typical angst, rude people, offensive behavior, body shaming, fat shaming, reader gets shoved one (1) time, reader defends herself, brief misogyny, feral joel, joel beats the crap out of someone, joel goes into protective mode, threatening words, worldview of pregnangy being a negative thing, fat shaming, body shaming, reader is canonically mid-size, illusions to smut, adult content, pet names (darling, baby, love), the term slut used affectionately, some mild spice, flirting, they're insufferable your honor. um i think those are all the major ones pls let me know if i need to add more!

REMINDER: this is a sequel series, the previous series can be found here {garnish}

A/N: hi y'all, it's been a whirlwind lately! been trying to figure out the flow of this and i think i was maybe attempting to force this chapter to be more than this and it just wasn't working + made me frustrated. but you know what? not every chapter has to be massively 3k+, it can just be what feels and flows right, so here y'all go. i hope you enjoy these two as much as i do

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He's been quiet since leaving the museum, something he had surprised you with a flyer for. He had picked it up in the lobby, had done some research online as he mumbled about some certain paintings, he thought you’d like that were on display, Ellie’s influence strong in his words. His desire to be a good provider and make this trip something to remember. Not that that was too hard, any time spent with Joel was good time, from easy jokes to teasing banter, soft moments as you both reveled in the life you two were leading, the life you two were creating.

Where he had let you guide him from countless exhibits to plentiful ornately framed paintings with a hand clasped around his own. He had seemed engaged enough, eyes alight as you turned to him with wide smiles and small giggles of excitement at the more interesting pieces. It had turned into a little game of 'weirdest little guy' where you each pointed to people and animals in the backgrounds and declared, 'it's you'. He had been the first to start it, by pointing out a woman dressed from head to toe in a tavern maids outfit brandishing a large knife. She had been shouting, her brow heavy and her expression heated.

You had followed his lead by pointing to a rather disgruntled lumberjack in the back of depicting a wintery landscape with a cabin. Though the man impressed in ink had been bald and rather terrified of the approaching bear.

From cats with too human faces, to frogs that looked stunned, to the most bruised or oddly shaded piece of fruit in a bunch or bowl, it had occupied you both throughout the whole building, through everything there was to see. He had brandished a newer, shinier credit card at the gift shop. allowing you the treat of stickers and a coffee mug you had cooed and awed over. But you knew it was the little onesie with colorful peach you had said was him printed on the front.

"To commemorate our first outing as a little unit." You felt so light, so free. Hormones letting you just be yourself at the moment, even if you had to stop to pee quite often. You had said so at the register, the clerk asking after your meaning behind picking it out. Your hands cradling your growing belly as you did so, delighting in the little kicks you had felt stir up as you stood in front of particular pieces. Stirring up at the combined laughter between you and Joel, so much so that you had gotten hushed from a security guard that made it even harder to cut it out. You're picturing the mirth and careful smile on his face even as he held a finger to his mouth in a motion to be quiet, chest rumbling with laughter even as he did so.

But now he was quiet beside you, as he guided the truck into a spot of a rapidly filling parking lot. He's not in a bad mood, per se, but you can sense he's quieted over something in his mind.

"Did- did you enjoy the museum?" You feel silly, like an awkward interloper that first day you had walked in for a first shift at the restaurant. Unaware of how things operated, hesitant to ask where to put your bag or where to get a clean apron from since you hadn't been able to locate yours. Like you had that morning you had woken up to him in your apartment, having slept on the couch after making sure you got home safely. The conversation that had followed, the uncertainty, the almost reproachful way you had asked him what was going on with him, with you, between you both. You feel the same slightly tense and on edge energy around him now as you did back then, when he gave you an impromptu tour of the space and then left you with paperwork to fill out.

You have no clue why perhaps it's the default to being out of town with him. Like there are parts of you he's yet to see and would caste judgement on. Though you know the worst he would do is tease you over something as benign at the way you idle on in the bathroom or fawn over street cats for far too long with a soft, silly coo or the places you tend to pick for coffee being on the extravagant side.

He thought over his answer, guiding the truck into the parking lot of a coffee house. He had said he would turn a blind eye to whatever decaf drinks you decided to indulge in while out of town. The coffee shop you had seen online garnering your attention and he memorized the drive from the museum.

He’s getting out of the truck, rounding the hood and opening the door as he speaks.

"Not really my cup of tea, but it's yours, darlin'. Do anythin' to spend time with ya and I figured this would light you up like a christmas tree." He's smiling softly at you now, his lips looking perfectly kissable beneath his thick moustache and trimmed facial hair. Face shifting from introspective to present, returning to you and feeding off your nervousness in a way you knew he hoped would settle it.

"I do ramble a lot about stuff from my studies, huh." You can't help the feeling of adoration that floods heat in your face, almost like you've got a schoolgirl crush on the man beside you, despite the ring on your finger and the bump of your belly. His hands are warm on you as they help to steady your movements out of the passenger seat, the tall cab a little daunting and the worry of falling in the forefront of your mind. You were being so cautious, words of failed pregnancies your step mother had cited for the deterioration of your parents relationship.

"Yeah, but I listen to every word even if I don't understand it all." He's brushing those delectable lips against the apple of your cheek. "Listen to ya ramable all day, even if it's about nothin'."

"You're smart too, Joel." Insistent words that are swept away with a brush of his hand over your shoulder. But you can see the way his ears tinge pink at the tops, he's smitten at the idea of you thinking so, even if he doesn't himself.

"Not the same way you are, darlin'. Got math and science smarts, practical. You got the artsy smarts, fun and entertaining. Same as Ellie."

"You and Sarah, me and Ellie. We all balance each other out." You lean up into his space, determined for him to hear the good things you have to say about him. He's a good man, just a little rough around the edges. And he was yours.

"We do, don't we. Perfect little family, all for you." He meets you halfway, pressing his lips to yours and stirring butterflies in your ribcage. "You complete us, sabrosa. Been waitin' for you my entire life."

"I've been searching for you my entire life, I just didn't know it, Mr. Miller." His eyes are hooded as he takes in the sight of you so close, pressed to him and held tight by his arms around your waist, your own around his shoulders.

"Glad to have been found, Mrs. Miller." Another kiss, little whimpers telling him exactly how you feel about the confession, the truth of his words that he had tumbled over in his mind every day you were apart. You were his and you were back in his life where you belonged.

It's a little loud, the establishment crowded around the lunch hour. But it's the comforting scent of roasting coffee and the lingering scent of Joel’s cologne on the front of his shirt as he holds you to his chest with his hands around your ribs. Sighing, you look over the menu wanting for each and every interesting flavor combination. But you know you get one today, that’s what you’d limited yourself too because decaf was only so much better than regular espresso. There was no true way to roast out every last bit of caffeine even if the doctor had also agreed a few indulges throughout the pregnancy wouldn’t cause any harm.

“What’re you gonna get?” Joel’s fingers tap lightly at your stomach, the little kicks still going and endlessly entertaining him. Small taps elicited responses more times than not, something you were sure you would never tire of. The feeling of the small being growing inside of you, already so enamored with Joel softening something deep inside of you.

“I think maybe one of macadamia combination ones. Sounds yummy.”

“You know what else sounds…yummy?” His nose is a distraction as it brushes along the back of your head, almost near your ear as he leans closer to it and rumbles his taunting words.

“Joel Miller, if you do anything that prevents me from enjoying my coffee, I swear-“

“Relax, darlin’.” He nips at the top of your ear, causing you to snort at the tickling sensation. “Not gonna come between you and your coffee. Just lettin’ you know where my mind is at.”

“Slut.” You smirk to yourself as he freezes momentarily, allowing you to step out of his hold and toward the counter. You order the macadamia and white chocolate latte, hot and decaf. When asked if that was all for the order, you turn to find Joel closing the gap of a few feet with a smirk of his own.

“I’ll take a blended mocha chip, medium please.” You catch his eyes as he glances at you out of the corner of his own. “Gonna get you back for that, pretty girl.”

“What?” It’s kinda true.” A tongue is stuck out and his eyes dilate every so slightly as he presses the same shiny black credit card to the reader. Never once breaking the contact.

“Then what do you call someone who nearly had me pulling over because she couldn’t keep her mouth to herself on a four hour drive?” He questions lowly as he steps away from the register, wallet going back into the butt pocket of his pants.

“Your fiancé.” You smile sweetly at him, an eyebrow raised in a silent challenge. His chuckle is a low vibration against your shoulder as he shuffles you toward the pickup end of the counter. He’s filthy, but so are you. There’s no denying it, even in jest. That part of your relationship had gotten off to a rocky start but once it had kicked off, damn if that wasn’t something you two were committed to no matter what. The physical attraction so strong, the desire for each other never waning, it’s what started this in the first place and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You’re too right, perfect match.” Lips curled up in matching smile, you wonder if his heart skips beats and his stomach flips just like yours. Later you find out exactly what you to do him, when he grunts it into your ear as he fills you from behind.

It happens when you’re waiting at the end of the counter for pick up, Joel having run off to the restroom.

“Move your fat ass, tryin’ to get up to the drinks.” You’re shoved harshly with an elbow before the words even register. Your balance sways and your hair tousles to cover your face as you try to reach a hand out to catch yourself on the counter top, but your nails don’t gain any purchase. You collapse hard on the floor. Your palms sting as you try to prevent from landing flat, worry taking over as you do your best to avoid any pressure or damage to your middle. The guy is grumbling as he watches, the remnants of his coffee sloshed around the ceramic and splashed onto his crips white dress shirt.

“Sabrosa!”

Before you could even blink, Joel is right there helping you back up to your feet, a comforting hand on your stomach and on your shoulder as he looks you over. His full lips are a thin line, the muscle in his jaw jumping as he grinds his teeth, but you know it isn’t aimed at you. At your small nod and tight-lipped smile, his hands fall from you and your turn with your arm crooked back. The crack of your fist on the guy’s jaw breaks the jovial atmosphere and everything goes silent as he falls hard on his ass. The ceramic shatters and the remnants of his latte fly into the air.

“Fuckin’ bitch!”

“You assault my girl and didn’t expect anything to happen?” Joel demands angrily as he partially shields you with his own body, unsure if the man will retaliate. He’d gladly let you get in a hit, but you know he’d be damned if someone laid a hand on you. You’d seen it firsthand before, more than once. You’re your own person, as you’ve proven time and time again. Something he rather enjoyed about you, something you hoped he would continue to find endearing. Even as your attitude flared sometimes.

“She was in the way, it was barely a little shove!”

“You steamrolled me, asshole!” You step out from behind Joel a little, anger flaring and temper coming to bat. It was bad enough you had nearly fallen completely in on yourself but to then be brushed off and told it was nothing? You weren’t about to take it with a forced, polite smile and a feeling of guilt for not having handled the situation better later on in the evening.

“She’s pregnant, you fuckin’ idiot!” Joel roars, one of his boots coming down unnervingly close to the guy’s hand as he sets it flat to try and get back up. Lips frowning part to argue, but loud footsteps of workers rushing off to grab a manager cut him off. “You could’ve hurt her or my child with your reckless behavior!”

“Joel-“ You try to pull at his forearm, urging him to calm down. The veins showing in his skin and you can’t help the drag of your eyes across the length of them. Your stomach flips, body and mind reacting to the way he’s standing tall in front of you, ready to defend. It’s making your body hum, the way he’s so willing, so quick to protect. His instincts appealing to the most base part of your brain, your own reacting to them in a way that is utterly and completely primal.

“You knocked up the fat chick and you’re upset at me? Man, you’re in need of something stronger than coffee.” He’s trying to get back up, but Joel’s closing in on him.

“You ever talk about a woman that way again and I will end you!” Joel’s shouting as he allows you to pull him back, his chest heaving and his frizzy curls in disarray. His arm is putty in your hands, thick fingers tangling with yours in a comforting move even as his attention is focused on the man still on the ground.

“I think it’s best if you pick yourself up and leave, sir.” A large man in a plain black outfit approached, his hands on his hips. You don’t bother to respond to him, instead tugging Joel with you as you begin to walk toward the door.

“C’mon Joel, let’s just go too. I want to leave.”

“There’s no need for that, you two are welcome to stay.” The guy who you assume is the manager looks up at you as he crouches down to take the still fuming and arguing man. His polite but genuine smile falls as he hoists the man up and begins to walk him to the door. “We don’t tolerate hateful behavior here, you’re banned.”

“This is bullshit!” His shirt gets ruffled, his outfit wrinkling as he’s manhandled out across the floor. You jump as a hand gently brushed your shoulder, causing you to tense your hand around Joel’s and twirl to the left. Your confusion and slight worry eases when you see it was the barista that had taken your order.

“You’re drinks are ready, love. Are you okay?” Her smile is soft, the drinks offered to you. “That was quite a fall, do you need any water or want to sit down to catch your breath?”

You shake your head slowly, not wanting to remain in the café even if things were turning around and the atmosphere had gone back to what it was when you first entered. The music is playing softly again, though you’re sure it had never gone out, never actually cut to silence anywhere except for in your awareness.

Joel only turns to face her once the offensive man is shoved out the door. Your hand leaves Joel’s to reach for the do go cups, the warmth of the freshly made drinks sinking into your palms and calming you after the tense ordeal. The barista nods to Joel, her eyes wide and roving. You feel jealously wake up inside you as she takes his form in, even with you right beside him. The signs of your devotion to each other clear, from the defense he had taken for you to the way he’s surveying the café for any other signs of trouble. She’s holding out a small bag, her face visibly flushed when his fingers graze hers to accept it.

“We’ve also refunded your transaction, sir. And included a few things from the pastry case for the trouble.” Her hands are clasped in front of her now, the apron over her front marred with dried foam from steamed milk and espresso grounds. She’s pretty, she’s skinny. You can’t help the insecurity that bubbles up, she’s young and her eyes contain the same lust for life you had when you first moved away from home. You aren’t sure if you’re jealous of her obvious attraction to your fiancé or the attraction to life she exudes. She doesn’t seem to carry any mental burdens, like you had from glancing at what lies behind her eyes. But then again, you hadn’t appeared to either while clocked in and focused on working.

“That’s mighty kind of ya, many thanks.” His left arm curls around your waist, his lips brushing your temple once again. The girl nods before turning on her heel and retreated back behind the counter. “Do you want to stay, darlin’? You were so excited to sit in and look at all the photographs on the wall.”

“I…I would like to go, please.” You look up at him, catching his eye feeling off kilter. Social battery completely drained and yearning for the privacy of your lush hotel room and a bath.

“Alright, let’s get you back to the hotel. We can take it easy until our evening reservations. How about I run us a nice, hot bubble bath, hmm?” His hand curls and guides you to stand directly in front of him, eyes searching your face. “We can soak until we’re all pruned up and I’ll even run it a little hotter for your comfort. Sound good?”

“I love you.” You surge up and press your lips to his cheek. His smile when you pull back grips around your heart and your stomach flips again, butterflies bursting to life. You do, you love him with everything you are, with everything you transformed into. His love in return the only thing that made you feel like you never had before. He was right, he had been waiting for you while you wandered and figured out what it was you wanted. You weren’t sure you had ever even explicitly voiced it or even discovered what it was beyond getting your credentials and teaching. But he had helped you to discover that what you wanted was a life with him. A simple, nurturing and real relationship with someone who saw you for exactly who you were.

You wanted to make sure he knew that as you connected your lips with his smiling ones.

“Let’s get you out of those clothes, hmm? Somethin’ tells me you got some thoughts swirling around in that pretty head of yours.” He whispers against them, breath hot and teeth teasing your bottom one for the barest of seconds, the action sending a shiver down your spine. All you can do is nod as he pivots and leads you back to the truck.

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lucytara · 4 months ago

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Okay yeah fine I’ll pop in again and give you an update on how you singlehandledly changed my life with your bees.

Long story short I left an abusive marriage and found my soulmate, found out I was the cat girl the whole time, and now I get piggy back rides from the literal most sunshine I’ve ever had in my life. She makes having allergies worth it. I breathe easier too, after a loooot of therapy(yes touch the sky has been in constant rotation shush). Healing hasn’t been easy. Like at all. But it’s felt a hell of a lot better than I have in years.

It was all because I read WWTWTG and LYSMWS and realized beautiful things that made me feel my own heartbeat in my chest still existed. I discovered pug and cousin first, I will say that, so I was def a Compass and YAM FOG fan as well if that tells you ANYTHING. Yall kept me alive. It feels very strange to admit this to a stranger online that I’ve only ever talked to in passing. But it’s the truth.

Anyway. I’m the one that asked about getting Yang’s line about destruction as a tattoo on ao3. While I’m not going to be getting that one today, I am in fact sitting in the waiting room preparing to get a Blake tattoo to commemorate the show being saved. My artist is also a huge fan. I linked them WWTWTG and the playlist for inspiration, cause we’re adding flowers to gambol shroud.

It’s kind of cathartic actually.

Thanks, sky.

WOW. well this resonates with me actually because i got into rwby when i was with an abusive ex of mine, and it really got me through that period of time and the breakup and etc, so it'll always be really special to me. like i think a lot of what i wrote about with rwby was me in various relationships trying to process love and the things i felt about it, what it was and what it could be. not to get sappy on the dash tonight but yeah, i think it's really amazing how we can sort of find each other and impact each other through art, and i'm honored my fics can do that <3 i feel like i'm just repeating myself but i'm glad you're here and that you're in a better situation now :)

#asks #crybabysatan

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olderthannetfic · 1 year ago

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Escapade Dance Party 2023 Writeup 1/3

Seeing as Escapade Online is coming up this weekend, I suppose I should finally write up some stuff about last in-person con that I never got around to.

I don't usually bother with a full con report, but I do like writing up the dance party. Instead of just playing music, I do a playlist of vids that we project on the wall. It's a small con, somewhere between a hundred and a hundred and thirty, generally, so I don't bother to ask permission. (This is also why we don't broadcast or redistribute the dance party in any way or do one for the online con.)

Escapade is a venerable con. In fact, it's the oldest still-running slash con. Back in the 90s, people would come here to find out what was going on in fandom that year, get pimped into the latest fandoms, find out about new zines. Fandom moves a lot faster now: between when we decide on panels and when the con happens, a whole movie fandom could have risen and fallen. Still, it's as easy as ever to feel out of touch, just for different reasons than in the 90s.

I want people to come away from the dance party feeling like they've heard of some of the Next Hot Things. It's also a great opportunity to cover some of attendees' own fandoms that may not end up in the main vidshow. As a vidder, I despise cons that try to make the main vidshow purely audience-focused and just about whatever ships are big. A con like that sees vidders as providers of entertainment, not fellow fans and attendees. But a con that honors vidders' actual current interests is a con with a vidshow full of weird fandoms of one and glaring gaps in what older fandoms are included. So having another curated show, like this dance party, is a nice way to bridge that gap.

The party is essentially like an enormous mixtape. It's a chance for me to make thematic links between vids and to inflict music I actually want to dance to onto a captive audience. Each discrete vidding community tends to have extremely boring taste in music. Sorry, not sorry. And for dance music, this is even worse. I often can't find what I'm looking for, but I can try.

Every year, I begin by looking at attendees' profiles on the Escapade site, filtering the m/m tag on AO3 for what's been active in the past year, and browsing around until I come up with a list of fandoms of interest. Fandoms that people suggested Escapade panels for also go on the list. These may be the big ones, but there are usually a lot of idiosyncratic options since it's a small con. It doesn't matter if Steve/Bucky is big if nobody at this con is going to care.

I set up my spreadsheet for my epic vid search: This involves not only sheets for my fandom list but vocabulary lists for searching: Слэш, 燃, etc.

After that, I go through the past year of the AO3 'fanvids' tag and maybe the 'amv' one, looking for interesting vids. They need to be at least somewhat danceable and 2-5 minutes without a ton of show audio. That's easier to find on AO3 than Youtube at large, but it still knocks out most vids I open everything, put the playhead to the middle of the vid, and test the sound. If I hear something viable, I go back and watch the vid. But if too many people I know have kudosed, I take it off the list since people have seen it already. For this step, I don't care about fandom, just about the vid being interesting and preferably slashy. (Yes, this is how I fell into Beyond Evil.)

After that, I start looking on Youtube and Bilibili, fandom by fandom, ship by ship. Some fandoms I never do find. They're just too unpopular with vidders. Some I find, but only a ship I have banned. I have a lifetime ban on Klance, for example. Anything too redolent of antis goes on the banned list. Anything with surprise tentacles is a shoo-in.

I also have some other rules for myself that I've developed over the years. I want at least a couple of vids with women, preferably f/f. Escapade is more m/m-focused, but a lot of attendees are queer and/or ship f/f as well. The show must have at least a vid or two that focuses on somebody other than white or East Asian characters. I mostly avoid vidders who are well known to people who attend the US slash/Media Fandom/vidding type cons unless I really cannot fill a particular fandom need elsewhere. I especially try to avoid vids that have already shown at other cons recently, though depending on how they're labeled, I may screw that one up. I've been more and more strict about this over time. I find a lot of vidding communities pretty incestuous, so this is a chance to shake things up.

A big one that surprises some people is that I try to avoid most multifandom vids and many ensemble vids. This one is negotiable depending on the vid, but I find that there's a distasteful pattern where a juggernaut will be deemed worthy of taking up a whole slot for itself with just a focus on the one ship while other things are relegated to an Awesome Ladies compilation. Those vids are fantastic in isolation, but if you play a lot of them together in a vidshow, let alone a vidshow that's a dark, noisy dance party, they all blend together into mush. A great ship vid or single character study, on the other hand, still manages to grab people. If you aren't willing to say "This ship gets the Star Wars/MCU/etc. slot, not that ship", what are you actually saying?

I try to find a fresh choice for any fandom that has been directly requested (so pretty much just Sentinel) and any where I know some attendees are mostly or only in that one fandom (The Professionals).

Of course, I can only play what people have already made, and this is a dance party, so sometimes, there just aren't any choices. I do shoehorn in a couple of not-very danceable vids most years, but they can only go right before or after the intermission or right at the end, so the number has to be limited.

One thing I don't always care about is the strictest standards of "quality" in a snobby vidder sense. Not only do different communities have different standards for what counts, but I'm more interested in novelty or great music. I won't play anything I think is terrible, but I'll take a B+ vid by a rando to an A+ song over an A+ vid that everyone's already seen.

For 2023's con, I decided the party should have a theme of vampires since I had guessed—incorrectly— that the new Interview with the Vampire show would be the latest hot thing everyone was talking about. In retrospect, I should have picked mafia for Kinnporsche and Gonchraov. At least vampires gave me good decorating ideas for cheesy fake candles and black spiderweb-draped tables.

It also sent me looking for goth club music, which I did find to some extent, but between who didn't attend this year and how awesome the cocktail party outside was, we got much less action on the dance floor than usual. (Excuse you! That music is totally danceable! "Drunken tai chi" as we used to say!)

At least my themed cocktail list was a hit. As an annoying cocktail nerd, it infuriates me when people just take a famous drink and slap a fannish name on it, so I insist on making a fannish cocktail list I find respectable.

Playlist in a moment.

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daddywright · 11 months ago

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20 Questions for Fic Writers

tagged by @samioli ! (late getting to it, happy holidays!)

1. How many works do you have on ao3?

44... so far :)) (not-so-secret: i actually have a second pseud for one-shots in very small, random fandoms, but i don't use it often.)

2. What's your total ao3 word count?

ah hah. 682,262. i didn't really publish much before the pandemic, but then suddenly all i ever wanted to do was write, and i found such a community online in different fandoms that i haven't really stopped since!

3. What fandoms do you write for?

I've published (written is a different story, haha) fic for a few fandoms: namely ace attorney, different sherlock holmes properties, witcher, dragon age, good omens (before the show), and most recently, metal gear!

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

a badge of honor [ace attorney]

plumeria (new beginnings) [enola holmes]

pressure (pushing down on me) [ace attorney]

your heart is cold (but we will warm you) [the hobbit - the first Real Fic i ever published, when i was a kid]

if i woke up (next to you) [ace attorney]

flattering but not surprising that ace attorney is near the top, as far as kudoses go; i joined this fandom in 2020 and it's just EXPLODED since then. it's so cool getting into an older game series and being able to connect with a thriving online community <3

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I absolutely do! I miss one here and there, on occasion, but i try to say thanks as often as i can. i often return to the comment sections of my more popular fics on rough days when i'm convinced i'm the worst writer in existence kasd;jfalskfjf

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

hm... while i tend to avoid endings that leave readers in pieces, i do enjoy some angst now and then. i wrote a one-shot about john watson reacting to holmes's death in OG sherlock holmes titled 'when good men go to war' that definitely deserved the 'major character death' tag, even if it's one of the most famous fake-out deaths in literature LMAO. i've also written canon compliant lanamia, which just hurts. and a miles edgeworth christmas fic, which is self-explanatory. i also wrote a fic for the animated film Klaus a while back that made me cry writing it, which i don't often do HAHA

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

hmm. 'if i woke up (next to you)' is the epitome of cheesy fix-it for narumitsu, but i think the end of 'pressure (pushing down on me)' was written at a time, for me, when i most desperately wanted to read about a happy ending-- the whole series is a fix-it, but pressure in particular dismantled phoenix's disbarment and brought back characters i missed/wanted more of in a way that was utterly self-indulgent, so for me, that's probably the happiest ending i've ever written. :)

8. Do you get hate on fics?

No, thankfully. but i've gotten enough of unsolicited crit type comments to piss me off eternally-- though i've gotten better at deleting the ones that hurt rather than engaging. (I stopped writing a witcher fic i really liked because i got a comment that a chapter was boring, and it totally shattered me :///)

9. Do you write smut?

Sure! I have been known to enjoy and write explicit fics. I have an academic interest in sex and education about it, and I think some of the best character study fics in the entire universe are explicit. i also think the saddest fics i've ever read have also included explicit scenes, too.

10. Do you write crossovers?

I have! I love a good, clever crossover.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of. (knocks on wood)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes, several!

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! Most recently (published, that is), for pacific rim.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

OOF. well. i have several, of course. i'll always be attached to classic sherlock holmes x john watson. for fandoms i fell into recently, the bangers are narumitsu, taibani (tiger&bunny, aka narumitsu lite), and newly, otasune (metal gear solid) is THE Moment. the MOMENT, damn it, PLAY METAL GEAR SOLID. and then DM me @solid-snaked because i want to TALK TO YOU ABOUT IT.

some more well-known ships i haven't published fic for over the years but still love: leopika (hxh), kakairu (naruto... YEAH. NARUTO.), kaishin (dmck), and superbat (dc). also, i tend to really gravitate towards platonic/gen fic for different fandoms as well, almost if not more strongly than shipfic.

15. What's the WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

ooooh. toss up between 'call me through thunder' (dragon age), because honestly while i loved writing it, i liked the original writing ideas that came from it more than the actual fic elements and 'when the way is dark' (witcher), because of reasons listed above.

16. What are your writing strengths?

i would like to say my dialogue?? i suppose? i really like writing dialogue and specifically, the framing around dialogue-- i like writing body language and trying to describe facial expressions and tone shifts so that people can hear and see the scene i'm trying to write.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

ahh, i'm definitely guilty of writing intimate/emotional scenes at the cost of pacing, and of favoring tone accomplished by dialogue rather than immersion via setting (i'm bad at like. window dressing and connective tissue between scenes, i think)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

beyond my skillset, I'm afraid

19. First fandom you wrote for?

supernatural. mmhmm. i was a high school sam girlie. the first fic i ever read, also, was supernatural. destiel at age 13. life-ruiner. but i recovered.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

aaaa. overall, i'd say 'pressure' is a fic i'm quite proud of but it's the series overall that makes it my favorite as a writing and a community experience, one that got me through a really tough time in life. however, as far as my writing skill goes, i'm pretty proud of a fic i wrote on a time crunch for Holmestice, a sherlock holmes exchange, called 'the emerald circle', because i got to reference queer history in a way i really enjoyed while writing it.

feel free to pass along this prompt to yourself, fellow writers <3

#fic tag #narumitsu #ace attorney #apprenticeofdoyle #sherlock holmes #ao3 #writing #tag game #my fic

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drarrily-we-row-along · 1 year ago

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Hello, I've been a big fan of your blog for at least three years now but I wanted to ask what you recommend to people thinking about posting their writing/art online?. I'm a poet and I really want to post my work online but I'm terrified for a number of reasons. Mainly, about not being able to grasp people's attention. (And my work being stolen/ reblogged w/ credit but yk). I love your work and would really like to get your opinion on this.

Hi there lovely!

Thanks so much for the ask, I'm genuinely honored to be sent an ask of this nature; I'll do my best to give you my thoughts on the subject. <3 (I got a little long-winded, I'm really passionate about this. tldr; sharing a piece of yourself in your writing is absolutely terrifying but you should do it anyway.)

When I first started posting my writing (7 years ago?!) in the Sherlock fandom, I was so afraid that people were going to be mean. Literally the only way I could start posting was by telling myself that if everyone hated it, I could just delete it and pretend it had never happened. And I was terrified when I started posting drarry stuff on this blog and I told myself that if even 10 people liked it, that would be enough (I couldn't have imagined how many people would engage with this blog and my fics). Over 350 stories (ranging from 50-100k words) later, I still regularly get nervous about posting things.

I don't know how to get people not to steal other peoples' work. I don't know how to stop ai bots from consuming writing/art and popping out soulless shit because of what it consumed. There are no answers that I can give you on this front.

And if I'm being honest, I don't have the foggiest clue how to grasp peoples' attention. The follows this blog gets and the posts that get attention continue to be a mystery to me; I can't ever guess which things will gain traction and which stories will go dark (and sometimes I get pissy about it- my fic on AO3 with the most kudos is a stupid 1k story that I wrote in 30 minutes while stories that I've spent literal years writing do half as well, but I digress). And there are stories that I see other people writing that I'm obsessed with- their prose, their imagery, their crafting- that don't receive anywhere near as much love as they should and I can't understand that either. It often seems like there is no rhyme or reason to what "does well" and what doesn't.

Which is why I can't let myself get caught up in which stories are well received and which aren't. For me, writing and sharing things can't be about what will get the most reach because I can't base the story's worth (or my own worth) off of that or I'd never post anything at all. Don't get me wrong, I love for my fics to receive kudos/likes, comments, and reblogs- it's a euphoric high. But in the end writing has been about giving myself permission to be free to be an entire person without the constraints I put on myself day in and day out. It's been about putting into words all of my darkness, my fears, my failings, my desires, my wants and needs along with all of my beauty, and strength, and joy, and hope. It's been putting my heart down on a page and believing that the response I receive is less important than the process of self discovery. Over and over, I've written myself the life I want to have; I've written the type of partner I want to have, the type of partner I want to be; I've written about healing and self discovery. Writing for me has been a way to fall in love with myself over and over again, to heal woundedness, to offer myself some hope, some comfort, a dose of encouragement and bravery, a little bit of tenderness when it was scarce.

Reading fanfiction when I was in my early twenties saved my life. I'm not saying this to be dramatic, it is actually true. Reading fanfiction saved me from an abusive relationship and helped to keep me from going back. Reading fanfiction taught me what it meant to be loved well and it changed my standards for myself forever. Part of my desire to pour back into this community stems from that. If there is even one person whose life can be touched in that way, who can realize how lovable they are, who can see how they deserve to be treated and loved, my time was well spent.

I'm not saying that has to be your reason for sharing the gift of yourself. We all write and create for different reasons. But I do believe that all humans were made to create and we were all made to share ourselves in what we make. Share your words for you. Share them as an act of rebellion. Share them as an act of war or change. Share them as a way to express the deepest emotions of your being. Share them because they are a part of your own soul. Share them as an act of self-love and a way of honoring the unrepeatable, beautiful person that you are. Whatever your reason for sharing your words, make it a reason that is about you. You deserve to be seen and loved, to be known in a way that can only happen when you give yourself permission to be vulnerable. There are, in my humble opinion, few things that bare your soul the way that sharing something you've created does. Love yourself enough to give yourself away.

#i hope this helps!#you're beautiful #share your story #create #asks #writer ramblings #c rambles #i love writing

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distortedclouds · 2 years ago

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So, I've been wanting to say this for a while now xD (read: months and months).

You may (or may not) have wondered why someone (me lol) has been interacting with you so much on Tumblr all of a sudden, but there's a reason for it.

I've been a long time reader of all the work you've written, but you've never seen me in your AO3 comment section. I also never turned up in your dash here. It's been almost two years that I've been going through crippling depression and the usual other shitty things life throws at us for fun - and I had no energy or will to reopen any of my social media, nor login into my AO3 acc. I love nights but some were so dark and scary that I had severe bouts of insomnia. What did keep me sane however, was your writing. The first work I read was "I'm begging for you to take my hand" and I still remember how much comfort it brought me. Even your crack fics, you meant for them to be crack but I was restless to read them every night after awful days. More recently ofc, BW, ah god, I have so much to say, but that's for the comment section ofc.

In short, thank you so much for all your hard work and serious effort. For me when I look back on the last 1.5 years, I think of lots of unpleasant things but also, the good things and one of them is definitely your AO3 treasure trove. A light at the end of the tunnel for me. A warm blanket that tells me things will be okay. Always will be.

So thank you once again. Everything you've written (and continue to do so) brings me so much happiness and inspiration. Things are so much better for me these days and a big part of why I began to write again is because of you. I'm just waiting for my free time so I can spam you on AO3 haha xD So happy to see you on my dash too!

(ah none of this is sensitive or private info btw haha xD Feel free to post publicly. Everyone should know how beautiful your writing is!)

I've read this message like, half a dozen times already and I still don't know what so say. I know our time on Tumblr is relatively short, but it's always nice to see you on my dashboard, especially after reading your aruani fics and I'm honored to know that I inspired you to write

I'm sorry to hear about the hardships you were going through. Times like that feel like they could go on forever and that there's no light at the end of the tunnel. As much as I'd like to say "it be like that sometimes" I genuinely understand since both reading and writing fanfiction for the past 8ish years has been really healing for me, and I'm glad my work was of help for you. Especially with how feel about night, it can be the most devastating when something that we loved turns against us and becomes a place of fear and anxiety

On a more specific note, learning that "I'm begging for you to take my hand" meant so much to you is kind of making me reconsider and view it in a new light. It was my least favorite and everytime I'd get a Kudos on it and I'd internally scream 'nooooo not this one!! go to my other stuff!!' But yeah, it's already being elevated in my brains as I type this

I think in online fandoms we stress so much that fanfic is 100% self indulgent and that we write only for ourselves but choose to share with other. and while I wholly agree with that viewpoint, but I also think writing (which includes fanfic) is also meant to move others and elicit emotions in them, and I'm truly happy I could provide the same joy and comfort your fics provided for me

I look forward to reading your future works for as long as you're happy to create them and I'm honored to learn that you're anticipating more of mine <3

I promise I'll get around to updating BW soon!!

#ask #moonspirit #personal #writing

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saint-starflicker · 5 months ago

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20 Questions for Fanfic Writers

Yoinked from @spacecasehobbit who remembers the days when works on FanFiction.Net would get spammed with hate comments for having a non-canon m/m pairing in it because (so it was implied) that was aberrant and didn't belong in fanfiction...and now fanfiction hosting websites are known as the non-canon m/m websites. Online fandoms have progressed a short way in a strange direction, but we have progressed!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 8 public ones.

2. What’s your total Ao3 word count? Upwards of 100,000 words since 2020, but I'm not counting the hair fic that I took off my public works list for being too junior kid gloves and fluffy, or the backdated April Fools fic that I kept off my publics works list for being too gory and sexual (also secondhand embarrassment, warning for the real ones out there who can tolerate sex-and-violence content but implode when fictional characters get awkward in day-to-day interactions. You know my heart.) Also I'm not counting my fics from FF.Net or LiveJournal, during which I had creative constipation though so that's not a lot of words anyway, and that wasn't part of the question so moving on

3. What fandoms do you write for?

Bare and Fraternity, which currently have an active online fandom of fewer than 15 people combined. (Bare might skyrocket to maybe 38 active fans sometimes, maybe it's the summer.) I've dabbled in Babel and Dead Poets Society, because I'm in my Dark Academia era.

4. What are your top five fics by kudos?

I only have 8 public fanfictions, so it's easier to say than none of the 3 Fraternity fanfictions made it to the top 5 in kudos. I am slowly working on what I expect to be the next three flop fics regardless.

5. Do you respond to comments? I do try to. Mostly I fail.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

This is a tough one because I tend to write happy ever afters or mixed-bag ever afters, but not outright "farewell cruel world!" type endings usually. I would say Pygmalion Retold is the one, but I'll give honorable mention to have a cross to wear but the bolt reminds me because...it was supposed to end at chapter 6 though. While I liveblogged my process in the BAPO Discord and said "I can't keep them apart, they're too cute together" while experimenting with the seventh chapter...the central conflict* was one that still isn't worked through, that I knew when I started it wouldn't be worked through, and being cute together isn't conflict resolution.

* Peter never really forgave Jason for the plot of Bare, in this fic. Extradiegetically: it's been 25 years, maybe let's all forgive the teenager from 1999 for having internalized homophobia?? Jason's already dead what more apology do we want.

7. What is the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Speak Again, Bright Angel definitely. Let's get the Dark Academia gay boys out of school and into a space opera with giant mecha robot space ships that also shoot laser beams. The giant robots combine to make an even more giant-er robot. Changing the setting and genre to something as epic as that calls for epic victory or epic tragedy. I went for the former.

8. Do you get hate on fics? Probably, but not where I can find them. I got much more hate on my original fiction back in like 2007.

It's the internet, so there's gotta be a hater somewhere sometimes about really any goddamn thing for eyebrow-raisingly ulterior reasons that don't make sense or apply. I knit! There's knitting community drama! I paint watercolors, and some communities are yellow ochre exclusionists while mudslinging about the difference between granulation and flocculation. Human beings were not built to interact with each other or form communities.

9. Do you write smut? I have no qualms about writing explicit sex scenes. When the language to do that is either clinical or vulgar and I don't want to write like that, though, then I look for a Secret Third Thing and then maybe it's disqualified from smut because of that? Or maybe it isn't because it's still definitely obviously sex that they're doing. That's why I still don't know if I have written smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? Yes.

11. What's the wildest one you've written? It's in my drafts: a Fraternity crossover with Gregg Araki's road trip film The Living End and Scott Heim's Mysterious Skin. There's a prequel that I want to post the same time as the main story. The prequel is more complete than the main story because I was writing both parts at the same time, so it's not a prequel anymore.

I still would like to read Daniel Preston (Fraternity) and Farleigh Start (Saltburn) in a room together. Nothing smutty, I think they would just have a lot to talk about, such as what it's like being Black American demisexual/pansexual men written by white people. I want to read that but I don't want to be the one to write it. (But that wasn't the question.)

12. Have you ever had a fic translated? I was requested permission to translate, appropriately, my one contribution to the Babel fandom. 🥳 Of course I granted it.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before? Nope! Never say never, but right now I know my process and a co-writer doesn't fit in it.

14. What's your all-time favorite ship? I think I still have a soft spot for Naoto Shirogane and Kanji Tatsumi from Persona 4, and Ruta Skadi with Serafina Pekkala with Lee Scoresby (but not Ruta Skadi with Lee Scoresby; she will kill and eat that rabbit) from the His Dark Materials trilogy book series, but right now Peter Simmonds and Jason McConnell are the most loyal and insistent patrons of the fanfiction café in my mind.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but you doubt you ever will? halp

16. What are your writing strengths?

This is funny to follow question 15 with but I usually know how to troubleshoot when I get stuck. I don't much like my writing style now, but after I'm done I still like that I turned a premise into a plot. I think plotting is my strength, although I have also gotten compliments on my dialogue.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Around the 18'000-word mark, if the story isn't finished yet, I lie down on the floor and throw a tantrum like a toddler because I want the story to be finished already so that I can do literally anything else with my life. I say that I get compliments on my dialogue, but I also know a major weakness I have is an over-reliance on dialogue. Finally, I post before I clear my mind enough to even self-edit, so very often I will re-read later and then edit a patch over a continuity error...which means that I know the iceberg-tip of my first-draft continuity errors. I have not mentioned my bog-standard sentence structuring and utterly potato punctuation use.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic? It could happen.

19. First fandom you wrote for? The Book Series That Must Not Be Named, in pencil and lined notebook paper. I think the first one I posted online was for His Dark Materials, though.

20. Favorite fic you've written? I love them all equally.

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tomb-bloom-noctem · 2 years ago

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Since a lot of websites/apps are "taking efforts towards increasing users mental health" (like break reminders - although I think we all know these efforts are...perhaps suggestions at best.) You know what's an option that might be helpful to at least some people, like...me? Being able to hide your follower count/list from yourself.

Allow me to explain. I don't use social media to be popular. Tumblr, Twitter, FB, AO3, all of it, what you see is truly me. Even in my messy rants and bad nights and all. I know I'm not the kind of person that draws people in and they want to be friends with/look up to/etc. That's just not me and I know it. My socials are just a space to be myself. Yet paradoxically. I have horrendous Rejection Sensitivity Dysphoria. And for as much as I am a believer in letting go of things that do not spark joy (in this case that would be Following), my brain CANNOT STOP treating it like it's some Huge Personal Failure when someone unfollows me. Logically I know this is foolish and completely silly and not even true. No one has to keep following people who make them unhappy or worse. I don't expect people to stick around. Frankly in fact I expect them to leave. Everyone kinda always does eventually so like. Yeah. Having followers at all really shocks me. A welcome one but still.

Anyway, getting off track. Point is. As much as I have the Logical Knowledge that gaining and losing followers is just part of the online experience and that it's not really a big deal if someone chooses to unfollow me, the whole darn Emotional part of my brain will NOT stop treating it like some crisis if someone unfollows me. Hell back in I think it was December 3 people unfollowed me in one day. 2 of whom I had been following for a long time so it felt like a huge honor that they followed me back. I had a huge meltdown over it. That's so stupid and embarrassing to admit. I was crying nonstop, I threw my phone several times, I screamed, yeah. Real mature Tombs. Way to be the grown woman you are.

Again this was just so ridiculous on my part and logically I Know This. But my emotional brain for some reason Does Not Know This.

Now a huge counter to this would be to stop being chronically online and go outside more and I'm flipping trying but the outside here is buried in snow like 8 months out of the year and I'm working 2 jobs, I'm just too tired to do much else. For most people social media just *is* our lives these days.

And so while I think there might not necessarily be a ton of people who would get much out of an option to hide your followers/follower count from yourself, I think for at least some people like me, having that extra deterrent up would be beneficial. I'm thinking of how like eBay, despite being signed in to your account already, makes you imput your password a second time to view your purchases. Something like that. Where if you really wanted to see those names/numbers, you gotta work for it a little more than before.

And I know. Ultimately this is a me problem at the end of the day. I have issues I need to work on and like many people I should spend less time online, I should learn to be happier with myself, more confident in myself, not need others for my sense of worth and happiness, learn more coping skills to help my RSD not be as intense, etc. Again I do Logically understand these kind of things. But it's very difficult to combat how overwhelming emotions can be. While I don't know how helpful this really would be truly, there are a lot of people like myself who have RSD, are addicted to the attention, may need something like this but won't take the steps to help themselves, etc. But I still feel like having the option would still be great.

#tomb talks #long post #social media #rejection sensitive dysphoria #mental health #tumblr

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norarigby · 3 years ago

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フェア関西のルームメイト二名 (The Two Roommates from Fair Kansai)

Chapter 3: The Meeting

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Description: In which while typing a roommate ad online, the famed Miya Atsumu, (23) MSBY Jackals Setter, makes a detrimental typo that leads to an influx of women applicants. Confused, but not completely opposed (the idiot), Miya Atsumu lands on a formidable candidate. Y/n L/n. A Biotechnology major at Kansai University, looking for a change after her last disastrous roommates and some space from a particular complication. It’s odd, but it’ll work. Maybe a little too well.

Pairings: Miya Atsumu x Reader

Warnings: None!

Word Count: ~1k

A/n: Cross posted from my AO3. I wanted it to be longer, but I'm stuck in a bit of a writing block and still wanted to get something out, so here it is.

Atsumu regarded himself as a pretty charismatic individual. From his minor fame in high school to his much more public image now, Atsumu had a knack for carrying a conversation and keeping things interesting. Even with first dates he was good at cutting through the awkward and keeping things lively. So why was his mind suddenly running a blank now? He had resorted to fiddling with his straw and cup as he wracked his brain for what to say next.

“So, you’re a guy.”

Atsumu glanced up to the woman, Y/n L/n as she had introduced herself, sitting across from him. When he first explained the situation, she seemed taken aback, but not appalled. But the tense silence was getting to Atsumu and making him antsy again. She was just sitting there, looking at him and it was pretty intimidating. He assumed this is how uncomfortable people got when he would do this with them.

It wasn’t laced with malice or anger, however, but it was more of an analytical gaze. She seemed to be trying to pick him apart piece by piece; see what his motive was. Atsumu shouldn’t have expected anything less from the Biotechnology major. He couldn't blame her either. This whole situation was strange and, if he was being honest, something out of one of the rom coms that Osamu was into a while back.

Y/n sat back in the chair with her arms crossed as she awaited his response. Atsumu still wasn’t quite sure what to say, so he stuttered out a yes. She gave him another look over then looked off in another direction, contemplating something. Still looking away from him, she spoke again, “You know, there are better ways of getting into a girl's pants.”

Atsumu felt his face slightly heat up, “Excuse me?”

“I’m just saying, you should just download a dating app if you just need to get some. Setting up some fake roommate ad is going to be more hassle than the payoff.”

“My sex life is just fine, thank you.” He huffed, “And this isn’t a fake roommate ad. I really do need a roommate, but I made a typo when I wrote it. I was going to rewrite it, but I thought I’d at least see if anyone who responded would be a good match.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow and turned her head to look back at Atsumu, “And how many of us passed your inspections? Or are you gonna pull the ‘you’re the only one for me’ shit?”

Atsumu was going to be a tomato by the end of this conversation if she kept this up. In all honesty, Y/n really was the only one Atsumu thought he could even remotely tolerate as an opposite gender roommate. The other applicants were pretty much what he had predicted them to be. One of his crazy fans figured out that it was him and posted the listing on twitter. Which, come to think of it, might be a security issue. But he’d just have the Black Jackal’s PR manager deal with it later.

Not all of the applicants were crazy fans, but the few that weren’t his fans still weren’t great options either. Osamu and him picked out three contenders, though, just to avoid putting all of his eggs into one basket. But being called out on that fact wasn’t exactly fantastic for his ego.

“You’re not the only one,” Atsumu partially lied. “I’m meeting with a couple others over the next couple of days. You just happen to be the first.”

“I’m honored.” Y/n’s tone was flat and uninterested. “Tell you what, if I wasn’t in the situation I’m in right now, I would’ve already walked out the door-”

“Gee, thanks.”

“But, I’m a little desperate,” Y/n’s face flashed with something like discomfort or hurt. “So I still want to room with you. Send me a text when you make up your mind.”

Y/n was certainly nothing like Atsumu, but then again so was Osamu and they seemed to get along just fine. Although there was the fact that they were brothers, so Osamu didn’t really have a choice in the matter. Though in the 15 minutes they had been talking, she wasn’t completely repulsed by him. And as an added bonus, she didn’t seem to be an avid volleyball watcher--which did slightly gut Atsumu, but they would work on it--so she didn’t seem to recognize him. At any rate, he just needed someone to live with, they didn’t have to be best friends. Tolerance was his bear minimum and Y/n certainly seemed to check that box.

Atsumu agreed to message her when he’d decided and with that, the two parted ways with a, admittedly awkward, handshake. Atsumu met with the other three on his and Osamu’s list, but he already had his answer even before. He’d found his roommate and he figured that it’d be relatively smooth sailing from here.

The lingering butterflies in his stomach after texting her 3 hours ago claimed otherwise.

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discoveringmiraculouswriters · 3 years ago

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@danae-darthnoire (AO3)

I thought I was a MariChat trash, but Darthnoire is (affectionately) waaay worse than me! Most of her ML fics are Marichat. Darthnoire also has fics in the MCU. Go check it out!!

share with me your heart (and your bed): Words:9553 - Chapters:3/3 Summary: There was a look of triumph on his face as he removed the piece of jewellery. “I can finally bring my wife back,” he half-whispered to himself, a look of wonder on his face. She felt the material of the suit receding, the red, spotted, indestructible suit that was meant to protect her and her secret identity started slowly dematerialising in front of her enemy. Without the protection of the suit, the grip around her neck became more painful, more unbearable. - A short story of how Marinette and Adrien discover Hawkmoth's identity and come to terms with its meaning. How do they learn to move on? How do they deal with the aftermath of the fight? How do they deal with their feelings? The answer is easy, together.

What I liked: Adrinette dancing around one another, the fluff™, in short, the cuteness of the comfort after the hurt

Operation Mistletoe: Words: 15,750 - Chapters: 5/5 Summary: Chat Noir never really shared some of the joys of Christmas and everything that it entails. The three Dupain-Chengs are here to change that. Even if they have to come up with excuses and plans to do so. Unbeknowst to Chat Noir and Marinette as well, that is not the only plan Tom and Sabine come up with. After months of seeing the hero and their daughter pining for each other, they set a plan into motion to get them together. That's right! Operation Mistletoe.

What I liked: Tom and Sabine complicity, them figuring them out, Tikki and Plagg, the Marichat shenanigans

The Butterfly Effect: Words:40108 - Chapters:7/7 Summary: Alya challenges Marinette to sign up for a dating app and go on a date with an online stranger. Marinette soon realises she can't go through with it. But how can she tell her friend she's a coward? The answer is simple. She can't. Good thing her knight in shining armour shows up to save the day - well, the night. And not just that night, but four more after that. It's fine, right? They're just friends after all. Or at least that's what they keep telling themselves, because there's absolutely no way Chat Noir and Marinette are falling for each other.

What I liked: The mutual pinning, these idiots are in love and can’t figure it out, the half-reveal was pretty fun, the 5th date was very cute and well described and I want to go on a date like this

Suspiciously Miraculous: Words: 151,514 - Chapters: 27/? Summary: After Chat Noir and Ladybug save the akumatized victims, the lawyers Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng, more often than not, have to defend them in court. On top of their already complicated professional and superhero lives, Chat Noir and Marinette, after spending an unplanned night together, will have to deal with blossoming and complicated feelings for each other, that they certainly hadn't antecipated. Will they allow themselves to feel or will they pretend it never happened? This is a pre-reveal fic, so you basically just get to enjoy Adrien and Marinette being their oblivious selves. Marichat is the focus of this fic, mainly because I'm a sucker for this side of the love square. The initial plot is similar to Suspicious Partner, but you don't need to have watched the drama to read the fic.

What I liked: The marichat, their carrier choice, Tom and Sabine know so much, Nino knows too much, they have too many secrets, Chloé’s a good friend, Plagg and Chloé’s banter, “Enigmo? Enigmo.”, Gabriel’s state during what seems to be his redemption, the NSFW chapters 🤭, the villain’s origins,... It would be easier to make a list of what I didn’t like!

Honorable mentions:

Marichat May 2021: Words:43578 - Chapters:31/31

sweeter than (lemon) chocolate cake: Words:1295 - Chapters:1/1

when it comes to you, I cannot pretend: Words:2658 - Chapters:1/1

These Days: Words: 1,464 - Chapters: 1/1

i still care for you: Words: 3,088 - Chapters: 3/3

let me be your crutch: Words: 3,177 - Chapters: 1/1

the knight in shining-designer-clothes comes to the rescue: Words: 2,648 - Chapters: 1/1

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fordanoia · 3 years ago

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Fic Writer Interview

I was tagged way way back by @endae (my beloved). Thank you for the tag!!!

How many works do you have on AO3?

19 (haha), I really gotta work on moving all my paranoid ford one shots over into a one shot series though. I have about 70 fic posts on here.

What’s your total word count on AO3

180,212. Half of which all comes from Gotham Falls which isn’t a surprise.

How many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Mainly just Gravity Falls.

I wouldn’t really count the other stuff I’ve done because it’s only been 1 fic, and that was it really. R.ise of the Guardians, O.utlast:Whistleblower, S.anders Sides. N.aruto and D.eath Note if you wanna go way back.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

1. Even Stone Crumbles 2. I Think I Saw You 3. Gotham Falls 4. A Blinded Eye for a Blinded Eye 5. Please Come

I’m pretty happy ITISY is up there since that’s kind of my ‘best series work’, Blinded Eye too, that one’s been a lot of fun to write because it’s a ficlet series.

Kind of really thrown that the Even Stone Crumbles one shot is the hightest one though, dang people really just wanted to see Ford cry huh, I can accomodate that.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

Uh... rarely.

Basically, it’s something where creators responding to me got me nervous so I didn’t generally do it as a creator myself until I found out some consider it polite to respond and since then I’ve been making an effort of doing it going forward.

I’m not online that often nowadays though so... I haven’t done it much.

Wanna emphasize tho how much I THRIVE off of comments and that I appreciate them even if I didn’t reply to them. Genuinely I’ve made fics a higher priority bc a comment revitalized my passion for the fic.

What’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Most of my paranoid one shots wind up with angsty endings where it’s implied that Ford just has to keep Living in it.

I had one where he woke up and thought Bill had Killed A Person while he was possessing him, and it leaves off an unsettling note.

Do you write crossovers? If so, what’s the craziest thing you’ve ever written?

Rarely. I wouldn’t consider myself a crossover person, which is funny because I have one exception for that and it IS Gotham Falls (which is the stan twins from gf inside of gotham from b.atman the animated series).

For the sake of the question though imma include rp for wildest thing I’ve ever done which was rp as Chris McLean from total drama island and hosted a game of ‘rabbit doubt’ (which is an angsty rp game where 1 person is a killer and is killing the other characters until they’re the only one left or the group discovers who it is). Players included bill, some undertale characters, and etc.

Have you ever received hate on a fic?

No. Worst I’ve ever gotten was slightly rude stuff.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

‘Rarely’ really is the word of the day here. Some g.ravity falls and some vamp oc content.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Nope.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

No. Closest I’ve ever done has been rp. Remembered I co-wrote a fic with a friend when I was in middle school. Dual self-insert where the a.katsuki (from n.aruto) kidnapped us from our world and we wound up becoming ninjas.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

hands down, B.illford. Manipulative and toxic is a ship dynamic I enjoy a lot.

Honorable second place B.lackice (J.ack Frost/P.itch Black) which i’ve been coming back to read fics for every long once in a while since 2013. Even if it’s only in spurts it is still technically the longest I’ve cared for a ship. (Surprisingly, I actually like this ship when Pitch genuinely reforms, kozmotis style)

(I don’t care about the vast majority of ships so not a hard competition here.)

What’s a WIP you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Gotham F- lol no, I’m determined to not die until I finish that bad boy.

Dear Stan(ford). Unfortunately, an easy answer. I’ve never gone back to finish it really, and it’s the lowest on the totem poles out of all my wips.

There’s nothing wrong with it, and it’s got good legs, but I think the slice-of-life sort of pace makes this harder for me to write especially with it being an episodic set up which gives me nothing much to jump to between each letter.

It’s a bit of a ‘as the mood strikes me’ but I always have something higher priority and I’m more invested in so the mood never strikes.

What are your writing strengths?

I’d like to think that once I’ve got a character down that I can do their dialogue really well and character interactions. Characterization in general.

Also tense scenes.

What are your writing weaknesses?

Fluff, casual conversations, new characters, fighting.

Whenever I try anything entirely light hearted I generally fall flat and it all comes out so stocky/woody.

New characters, if I don’t Know A Character Through and Have A True Feel for them, then I just flounder all over the place. I don’t know how to write if I don’t know what they’d be thinking and feeling past about how ANY person would think/feel.

Fighting - I mean hell, common weakness, same issue as fluff/slice-of-life I just feel like I’m pushing words. Half the time I can get in a groove with it, but other times it’s - arm hit wall, punch go to face but miss.

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

Yeah, more than fine. If the 2nd language becomes plot important then I think you should either include translation or mark the language as multilingual, but yeah nah.

I’m someone that has to know what it’s saying even if it’s not Plot Important so I prefer the translations regardless (if google translate won’t get the point across for me).

What was the first fandom you wrote for?

N.aruto.

See above for mention of that self insert a.katsuki kidnapping fic.

We posted it on quizilla, and it’s a shame it’s gone because it was actually fun to read from what I remember.

What’s your favorite fic you’ve ever written?

.... That’s a hard decision.

My baby is Gotham Falls, always has been. I’ve reached a difficult point on it though because I’m at a point where I’m bringing in mmm 6 new characters (B.atman villains) which I’m trying to bring in over the next 10 chapters PLUS it’s going to be with fight/action scenes probably every other chapter if not nearly every chapter - both of which are really hard for me to write. I adore it probably the most and it is easily the most I’ve worked on any fic, but it’s also my biggest challenge. (And it holds some of my oldest writing which as always can hurt to read when you’re better now, but NO way am i updating 60k of old work).

Then I love doing p.aranoid ford fics, they’re my favorite go to. Writing A Prime P.aranoid Ford fic that just flows out is one of my favorite things.

Alternatively - ITISY because it’s definitely my top 5 story concepts and one of my best executions of something wasn’t a one shot.

I’m tagging @pinesbrosfalls, @fexalted, @novantinuum and whoever else may like to do this. Sorry if I double tagged and no pressure to do it of course.

#long post #tag meme #ask game #fic talk #fordachat

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wefoundloveunderthelight · 3 years ago

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Skyline Manor by GleefullyCaptainSwan Chapter 9/13

Or on FF

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Chapter 9: Wasted Years and Endless torment

“Mom, I’m home.” Emma heard Henry from her room and walked quickly to the living room, her son came running, wrapping his arms around her waist. “I missed you so much.” He whispered and Emma looked up nervously at Neal. Henry rarely came home so emotional. He ran off to his room, shutting the door behind him.

“Uh, is everything alright with him?”

Neal shrugged. “I dunno, he’s been a bit quiet this weekend. I was going to ask you if something was going on here.”

“Why would you think something was going on here?”

“The kid mentioned your neighbor a lot. Thought perhaps you and Graham were having trouble.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “First off, my dating life is none of your business. Second, he’s friends with Killian. He likes talking about boats and sailing with him.”

“Yeah I heard he wrote his whole poem about him.” She could see the pout in his face. She knew that look, he was jealous of Killian.

“Well maybe if you spent less time in Barbados, he’d write a poem about you.” She shrugged.

“Yeah I kinda talked to him about that this weekend.” Emma’s brow raised. “Was thinking maybe he could spend more time at my place.” Emma stared at the man across the room, trying not to let her body language show her anger. They had tried this before and Henry had only gotten hurt when Neal would miss his visits, or not spend any time with him when he was there. Neal always ran off when things got real.

“Why don’t you try staying in town for a bit before we talk about visitation changes.”

“I told you, I had business in Barbados.”

“Red head or blonde this time? I can never keep up.”

“That’s not fair, I’m a grown man, I have needs, Emma.”

“Well until you learn to put Henry’s needs above yours, you get him one weekend a month.”

“That’s not fair.” He started to complain.

“Tell it to a judge, maybe you can explain exactly what your business is while you’re at it. I’m sure he’d like to hear all about it.”

He rolled his eyes and yanked the front door open. “You can’t keep him from me forever.” He argued as he stepped into the hall.

“The only person keeping you from a real relationship with Henry, is you, Neal.”

“You’re the reason he hates me.” He yelled and Emma stepped toward him.

“Henry doesn’t hate anyone, but if he doesn’t want to spend more time with you, maybe ask yourself if it’s something you’re doing that could be causing that.”

“Why do you always have to blame me when the kid gets emotional?”

“Because you’re usually the one being a dick head.”

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Good, then leave.” Emma yelled. She spun to head back to her apartment when she noticed Killian standing at his door at the other end of the hall. His face a mixture of anger and concern. She nodded to him and then stepped into her apartment, slamming the door in Neal’s face.

~*~

Killian grabbed his helmet as he headed out the door, only stopping when he heard loud voices in the hallway. He stepped out to lock his door and saw Neal standing in front of Emma’s door.

“You’re the reason he hates me.”

“Henry doesn’t hate anyone, but if he doesn’t want to spend more time with you, maybe ask yourself if it’s something you’re doing that could be causing that.”

Killian locked the door, trying not to eavesdrop further on the conversation, but the two continued their fight and he was afraid to move any further up the hall for fear of walking into the middle of the fight.

“Why do you always have to blame me when the kid gets emotional?”

Killian was starting to feel angry, listening to the man slinging crap at Emma. Obviously, the weekend with his father had not gone as well as he had hoped. He was concerned that it seemed like Henry was negatively effected by the visit with Neal.

“Because you’re usually the one being a dick head.”

Killian stifled a laugh, not wanting to make noise from his spot at the door.

“I don’t have time for this.”

“Good, then leave.”

Emma sounded upset, her emotions boiling over and then she turned, and their eyes met. He should have stepped into his apartment but instead he was just standing there looking like an idiot at the end of the hall. She slammed the door behind her, and he started walking toward the man who had stormed toward the elevator. Stepping into the small box, he closed his eyes as the door shut.

“Are you fucking her?”

His eyes popped open. “Excuse me?”

“I can’t figure out why anyone would make friends with an eleven-year-old boy unless it was to get his mom in the sack.”

Killian was livid. “You think the only reason anyone would be interested in what your son had to say was if they were sleeping with his mother?”

“It’s not unheard of, look I don’t blame you, she’s a hot piece of ass, get it while you can. But leave my son out of it.”

“I beg your pardon; it just so happens that I am not sleeping with Emma. And your son is a very interesting kid. He has a lot of intuitive things to say, if you actually spent more than a minute talking to him.”

“Don’t lecture me about my kid.”

“Perhaps someone should.” He turned to face the man who was at least a head shorter than him and watched him cower away.

“Whatever, just don’t get what she sees in you.”

“I told you, Emma and I are not together. She’s my neighbor and I consider her a friend. Henry too.”

“Keep telling yourself that buddy.” The doors to the elevator opened and he sprinted quickly to his car. Killian just watched him leave, wondering what Emma had ever seen in the emotionally stunted man he had just spoken with.

“Unbelievable.” He grumbled to himself.

~*~

Henry spent the next few weeks hiding out in his room. He didn’t want to talk to his mom about spending more time with his dad. He avoided the conversation any time she brought it up. As far as he was concerned, once a month was more than he could handle. Instead, he focused on the fact that his mom and Killian had been acting strangely since he had returned home from his dad’s.

It wasn’t that they weren’t speaking, they spoke a lot when Henry was around. It was the moments when they didn’t realize he was watching them that told him something was up.

The first issue he noticed, was that when the two of them were mostly alone, they got quiet. In fact, he watched his mom navigate to the other side of the room when Killian had stayed for dinner the other night. Instead of taking the dishes to the kitchen after Killian entered, she suddenly needed to check on a noise she heard in the bathroom.

He also noticed that anytime Killian accidentally touched his mom, either her arm, or brushing against each other in the hall, he would jump and apologize to her. It was the weirdest thing, and he didn’t like it. It was like they were trying to stay away from each other, and that was the last thing he needed. Not if they were going to realize that they were each other’s true love.

Henry wasn’t sure at first, he had only hoped, but after the literacy fair, the way his mom and Killian had stared at each other over pizza, the way they started hanging out more, his mother’s special laugh she had just for Killian, Henry knew that Killian Jones was the one and only one for his mom.

Unfortunately, Graham wasn’t going anywhere, but that wasn’t going to stop Henry.

“So, I was wondering if you could watch Henry tonight, Graham wants to go out tomorrow night.” Will was sitting at the table as Emma put the dishes away.

“I wish I could, but I have plans.”

“Plans? With who?”

“Don’t make a big deal about it but I have a date.”

Emma’s eyes grew wide, “You have a date with who?”

“A girl. I don’t want to talk about it yet.”

“I’m really happy for you Will. That’s great news.”

He blushed. “Thanks, it’s still new, been seeing her on and off the last couple of weeks, online mostly but she finally agreed to go out with me.”

“Well hopefully you won’t keep her a secret for too long.”

“Eh, yeah maybe.”

His mom looked at Henry and frowned. “Ruby has a date tomorrow too. I guess you’re coming with us.”

“What about Killian?” Henry offered.

“Oh. Well, I mean, I don’t know if he wants to stay in with a kid all night. He might have plans.” Henry rolled his eyes and stood up from the table.

“I’ll go ask him.”

“Henry…” Before she could say no, he ran out the door and sprinted down the hall, knocking on his door.

“Hey lad, come to see Smee?”

“Actually, I wanted to know if you could come over and watch a movie tomorrow with me. Maybe Pirates of the Caribbean?”

“Oh…”

“Sorry, I was going to come ask you, but this one…” Emma rushed up behind him and ruffled Henry’s hair. “Got too excited and beat me to it.”

“Ask me to watch a movie?”

“No, um, I have a dinner date.” His mom started before pausing. “With Graham and well, Ruby and Will both have date’s so they can’t stay with Henry.”

“I see, well, I’d be honored to spend time with the lad.”

Henry smiled widely, “Great.”

“I’m leaving at 6 so if you want to come over a little before I can give you the instructions.”

“Sure, no problem.”

Henry saw it again, the weird way Killian was looking at his mom, he could almost see the disappointment in his eyes that she was going on a date. He knew it, Killian liked his mom.

“Alright, well, we’ll just let you get back to whatever it is you were doing.”

“Sure, see you tomorrow, lad.”

“Bye Killian.”

Henry practically skipped back to his apartment. All he needed to do now was find a way to ruin his mom’s date so that she came home and spend time with Killian instead.

Captain Jones followed Emma into the darkened tunnel as they made their way back to the castle. They exited through a painting in the East Hall. As soon as they were inside the castle, Emma went in search of a person she swore would be able to assist in the quest to find not only Baelfire, but now her son, Henry.

Turning a corner, they came face to face with the King who was talking quietly with the court’s jester. “Emma.” The King rushed forward, grabbing his sister, and pulling her closer to him. “I’ve been so worried about you. Is Henry with you?”

“No, Baelfire took him.” She cried and the man beside the King stepped forward.

“I went to get him from his room this morning and he was gone.”

“It’s alright Will, Henry snuck out to follow me.”

“Follow you? Did you leave the castle? What could you possibly be thinking?” The King scolded and suddenly there was a commotion behind them as the Queen came stumbling toward them.

“Emma. I thought you were dead.”

“I’m so sorry Your Grace, I did not mean to concern you. I was not expecting to be gone so long, but I was helping the Captain in his quest.”

“Why would you allow my sister to chase after this man, I thought I asked you for your discretion.” The King advanced on the Captain.

“Don’t blame him, I followed him. Demanded to know what he was doing at the castle.”

“Emma. Why are you always getting into trouble? This is why you need to marry, settle down with the Duke and live a quiet life.”

The Queen hushed her husband. “Where is that boy of yours?”

“Baelfire has taken him.” The Queen put her hand to her mouth and let out a squeal.

“I need the Huntress. We found Leroy tied up in his house.” Emma tried to explain.

“Leroy, but why?”

“I can’t explain, but I believe that the Huntress can track him through the forest.” The King and Queen shared a glance.

“Emma you know we can’t release her.”

“Who is this Huntress?” The Captain demanded. “If she can track Baelfire, we may need her assistance.”

“We keep her locked up in the dungeons. She’s a danger to herself and others.”

Emma grabbed the Queen’s arm, “I need to get to Henry before he takes him away from here.”

The King nodded and they followed him through the castle until they reached the stairway down into the dungeon. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“She’s my friend.”

They entered the dungeon, a steel cage at the end of the hall, housing a dark-haired woman sitting at a desk, writing in a journal.

“What is this?” The Captain asked.

“Oh hello, who is this fine man you’ve brought me?” The woman sashayed up to the bars, reaching out to touch the Captain.

“Ruby, I need your help. The Swan Thief has captured Henry.”

The Captain swore the woman’s eyes burned red for a moment, before she turned and grabbed her cape from her chair. “How long has he been gone?”

“A few hours at most.” Emma explained. “We were at Leroy’s when he disappeared into the forest.

“Let’s go, we don’t have time to waste, it will be dark soon, and I fear the moon is full tonight.”

Captain Jones shared a glance with the Princess, who only reached for the keys, unlocking the large gate, and releasing the woman from her prison. The two women hugged for a moment before the red cape was draped over her head and she took off toward the stairs.

The Captain grabbed the Princess’ arm, leaning over to speak only to her. “Who is she?”

The Princess met his gaze, “She is our only hope. Ruby, the Huntress.”

“Why the bloody hell is she locked up?”

“Because, when the moon is high in the sky, and full as it is tonight, she becomes, The Wolf.”

Killian dropped her arm, watching her as she followed the group up the stairs. “Wolves…” He paused, staring after the Princess. “Wonderful.”

~*~

“His bedtime is 10pm tonight and don’t let him convince you otherwise.” Emma was explaining as Killian watched her going down the list of items on the paper in front of her.

“Swan, he’s eleven, not two, I think I can handle a simple evening.”

“Ok but you know Henry, he can be a handful.”

“Aye, we are going to eat some pizza and watch Pirates of the Caribbean. What could possibly go wrong?”

Two hours later, everything had gone wrong.

Killian wasn’t even quite sure how to explain half of what had happened.

To begin with the pizza delivery guy got lost bringing the order and was 45 minutes late and then when the pizza was finally in hand, it got dropped, meat side down onto the floor.

After finally cleaning pizza off the floor, Killian made grilled cheese sandwiches and they sat down to watch their movie, only to have the Blu-ray player throw sparks at him and completely shut off.

Instead of the movie, Henry suggested they play a game and after twenty minutes of whatever the fresh hell Uno was, Killian decided perhaps they should just watch TV.

Imagine his surprise when they turned on the television to see full on nudity on the screen. Groaning he turned off the television, ignoring the boy’s newfound questions about women, boobs, and if it was normal for a man’s penis to be as large as the man on that was on the screen. Trying to divert the boy, he asked the lad if he wanted to read a book.

Killian was sure that whatever parenting was, he was doing a pretty terrible job of it. Even if it was only for the evening.

“I’m not feeling very well, can we call my mom?”

Killian looked at the boy who was holding his stomach. “You were fine just a minute ago?”

“I know but now I’m not, can you call her please?”

Killian groaned but wasn’t about to take a chance after the way his evening had gone, instead getting the number from the paper on Emma’s instructions and dialing it with his phone. After two rings, she answered.

“Hello, this is Emma.”

“Emma it’s Killian, I’m terribly sorry to bother you, but Henry says he’s not feeling well and I’m not quite sure what to do.”

“Oh no, can I talk to him?”

“One second.” He passed the phone to the boy and sat on the couch.

“My stomach hurts really bad mom. Yeah lots of pain. I think I’m going to be sick and…Oh ok, see you when you get here.”

The boy hung up the phone and tossed it to Killian. “She’ll be home soon.” He was almost sure the boy smiled but then he groaned, doubled over, and sat down next to him on the couch.

Whatever was ailing the boy was a mystery.

~*~

Emma apologized to Graham, and he immediately drove her home from their dinner date. She had never heard Henry sound so sick before and she had no idea what had caused it.

“You sure you don’t want me to come up?” Graham asked as he pulled up to the curb.

“No, you have to work early tomorrow, I’ll be fine.” She leaned over and pecked his lips quicky before exiting the vehicle and heading into the apartment complex.

When the elevator doors opened, she started to exit when she stopped in her tracks. Will was standing in front of his door kissing a dark-haired woman. When they pulled away, Emma’s blood boiled as she recognized the woman as Belle French, Killian’s girlfriend. They didn’t see her as they pushed open Will’s door and disappeared into his apartment.

How could she cheat on Killian? How could Will do this? Emma was furious.

She pushed the key into her apartment door, looking back angrily at Will’s apartment before stepping into her own.

When she got inside, Killian looked panicked, her house smelled funny and there was an entire box of pizza sticking out of her trash can.

“Mom’s home.” She announced, heading into the living room to see Henry laying on the couch. The boy sat up and smiled at her.

“Hey mom, I’m feeling much better now.”

Emma narrowed her eyes. “Baby, are you sure, you sounded so bad on the phone.”

Killian was glaring at the boy. “You were keeled over in pain two minutes ago.”

“I know, but it’s all gone now. Must have been gas. I’m gonna go to bed, I’m exhausted.” He said, yawning. Turning toward Killian he launched his arms around his neck. “This was the most awesome night I’ve had in ages. You’re the best.”

He ran off toward his room leaving Killian and Emma staring after him in stunned confusion.

“Ok that was odd.” Emma said with a frown. “Has he been like that all evening?”

“Honestly, this has been a terrible evening, the lad is being way too nice by stating that it was a anything but a disaster.” Emma had to laugh at the way his face appeared to be genuinely upset by the events of his evening.

“Ok well, just tell me what happened.”

“First off, the bloody pizza fell on the floor, your Blu-ray player almost burned the house down, Uno is the rudest game I’ve ever played, and you have porn on your television.” He ended with an exasperated sigh.

Emma stifled the laugh that was threatening to roll off her tongue. He was clearly having a bad evening. “So, when did Henry get sick?”

“That’s the thing, he was fine one minute and doubled over in pain the next. Is he always like that?”

“No, I have no idea what’s gotten into him.”

“Well, I’m glad he’s feeling better, and if there’s nothing else you need, then I shall take my leave as I have never been so exhausted in all my life.”

Emma cleared her throat. “Um, I actually need to tell you something first.”

“Is everything alright, Swan?”

Emma sat down on the couch and gestured for him to join her. He tentatively sat down next to her. “I don’t know how to say this.”

“Out with it, love.”

“Belle is cheating on you.” She spat out suddenly.

“Swan, are you concerned about my welfare?” He said with a chuckle and Emma couldn’t believe how casual he was acting after hearing the news.

“Did you hear me? She’s cheating on you. I just saw her outside Will’s apartment and they were kissing.”

He laughed. “Is that so? I guess they really hit it off.”

“Killian, aren’t you upset right now? I’m so sorry. I can’t believe that Will would behave like this.”

“Don’t be too angry with the lad. He spoke to me first.”

Emma’s mouth dropped. “You approved of him dating your girlfriend?”

“That’s the thing Emma, Belle isn’t my girlfriend, she never was. Not really. We just…existed. But I’m happy for her.” Killian stood from the couch and Emma rose to follow him.

“I don’t understand, she wasn’t your girlfriend?”

“Nah, Belle and I outlived our time. I don’t do relationships.” He said quietly.

“You don’t do relationships?” Emma stated incredulously.

“They just don’t…” He sighed. “Sadly, relationships don’t work out for me, Swan.” He paused. “Love brings nothing but wasted years and endless torment.” He smiled sadly. “So, believe me when I say, I’m happy for her, I hope it works out better for her than it did for me.”

~*~

Two weeks ago

“We need to talk.” Belle showed up at his door at 7am on a Saturday and Killian knew it couldn’t be for a good reason. She had been avoiding him for days.

“I’ve found that when a woman says that I’m rarely in for a pleasant conversation.”

“This isn’t working for me.”

“Aye, I know.”

“I love you, Killian. I really do.”

He sighed, “I love you too. And I don’t say those words lightly. I haven’t used them with another woman since Milah.” Belle frowned. “But I can’t give you what you want and that’s not fair to you. You deserve to be loved by a man who can promise you forever.”

“You need to stop running away from love or you’re going to be alone forever.”

“Don’t worry about me, love. I’m a big boy.”

She ran her hand across his cheek. “You deserve to be happy, Killian. What happened with Milah isn’t your ending. You weren’t the villain in that tale, you were a victim.”

“That’s a story we tell ourselves to sleep better at night.” He laughed. “I just want you to be happy, you deserve that.”

“I think I could be, but…”

“What is it?”

“I, I met someone. Nothing serious, yet, but we’ve been talking. Mostly online.”

“An online bloke?”

“About that…” She closed her eyes. “It’s Will.”

“Will, as in 4B, Will Scarlett?”

“Yes, I started watching his streaming channel and we just started chatting afterwards. He’s a really funny guy and so sweet.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.” He laughed. “I’m happy for you.” He wrapped his arms around the woman, hugging her tightly.

“Are you going to be alright?” She mumbled against his chest.

“Don’t worry about me, I’m a survivor, love.”

Killian let the door close behind him as he walked slowly to his apartment. Standing in the dark shadows of the room he tried to ignore the silence of the empty apartment, his feelings overtaking him for the first time in years as he wiped a stray tear from his eye.

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bonemarroww · 4 years ago

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Something Else - Trans!(O) Amajiki Tamaki x (A) F!Reader

Summary: “You’ll get there someday!” Mirio always says. “You’ll do bette next time.” Tamaki doesn’t want to get there someday. And if every Alpha always does, well, maybe he’s something else then.

Warnings: None.

Feedback is welcome!

(I do not own the picture)

AO3

————————— Epilogue

“Cheers!”

The loud sound of glass clinking against glass made Tamaki flinch, but to see Mirio and Nejire’s bright expressions, and his mate’s proud look, it was worth the slight discomfort.

Tonight was his leaving do from Fat gum’s agency. After four years of loyal service, he was finally creating his own agency with Mirio and Nejire. The thought was as exciting as it was frightening. He had gotten used to working with the Pro Hero, as the specifics of their quirks made them a nice pair. Still, the thought of working with his best friends was appealing, and when a few months ago, Mirio had brought up their childhood dream of becoming Pro Heroes working together... He had accepted.

Nejire had joined in their project with her usual enthusiasm, as her contract with the agency she worked at was coming to an end anyway. Tamaki knew his mate would have joined too, but she couldn’t for the time being, her work with Gang Orca slowly but surely coming to fruition . In a year or two, maybe .

The Omega had been a bit disappointed to hear that, but after a few days of sulking and a calm discussion, he had come around it. It was hard sometimes working with people you loved, and as long as she came back to him every night, he would be happy.

Tonight’s gathering was also the occasion to celebrate with his friends the three-year landmark since the beginning of his transition. By now, he no longer felt any of the after-effects that had plagued him for a year and a half after the treatment. His scent was now clear as that of any Omega, sweet enough for his mate to get drunk on it. Hearing people refer to him as an Alpha in the present tense had gotten rarer and rarer; and now that he was bonded to his ever-loving mate, and had a job he liked with his best friends as colleagues, it seemed nothing could get more perfect.

Being able to be true to himself had been a real awakening for Tamaki, who had gone a long way since his high school days in matters of self-esteem. While he was not the most assertive hero, and he still got shy around people he did not know, Tamaki was a whole lot more confident now than he had been as an Alpha. Confident in himself, in his abilities. Every time he looked at his mate, as she was engaging in a lively conversation with one of Fatgum’s Beta sidekicks, he saw the flash of purple, gold and white around her neck, and he was reminded of it.

As he had been injured and on medical leave for a while about a year ago, he had reluctantly tried crocheting again, hoping to kill some time until his Alpha could come home to him. Much to his surprise, now that he was free of the pressure and expectancy of him to craft a courting gift, he had found the activity much more enjoyable. After a few tries, he had been able to gift his Alpha a present he was actually proud of; a new scarf in his colors, that he had scented at her request –to motivate her to come back earlier, she had joked, but he knew it was because of how much his Omega’s scent calmed her whenever her Alpha went in a frenzy.

He had complied, secretly happy to have her wear his scent. Though much of her Alpha’s overzealousness was now channeled towards him, she was still known to show a lot of care towards any Omega she might find, fussing particularly over the civilians she was rescuing. Tamaki knew it to be her nature, and he loved her for it, but sometimes, he was a bit afraid these Omegas would get ideas and get attached to his mate. She was aware of his sentiments on the matter, of course, and often asked him to thoroughly scent her before she left for work, if only to bring peace to his mind.

“Excuse me, Suneater?”

Tamaki startled, looking away from his mate and to a girl wearing UA’s uniform. She looked young enough, probably in second year. Tamaki didn’t seek to breathe in her scent, a habit he found distasteful as he knew full well one’s identity was not dictated by their scent, but as he took an inspiration to calm his anxiety, it was the absence of any particular smell that made him tick. She was using scent blockers.

“Y-yes?”

In the background, Tamaki heard his mate end her conversation with the sidekick, and he felt her move closer to him. It comforted him slightly, as the bubbly student introduced herself.

“I am sorry to bother you, but I have something pretty important to ask you.” She didn’t beat around the bush, displaying an engaging grin. “I’m a second-year in UA, and I am j ust like you .”

In the way she emphasized the words, and coupled with the eerie lack scent emanating from her, the Pro Hero immediately understood what she meant.

While the shy boy didn’t go out of his way to let it know that he hadn’t always been an Omega, he hadn’t done anything to hide it either, and with some researches online, any fan could come across this information. Fans ; he had not always expected to have them. He didn’t shine by his personality like Lemillion , or by his feats like All Might. Still, he had been proven wrong when Fatgum’s agency had started receiving fan mail about him as well; a lot of praise, of thanks, some gifts –some of them profoundly inappropriate.

He had received some heartfelt letters, about how knowing he was one of ‘them’ had inspired a few into transitioning as well; or about how they dealt with their assigned second gender, not wanting the treatment. All of them moved to learn there was a Hero somewhat like them in the noticeable rankings.

“I am hosting an awareness event at the school in two weeks. You have been a huge inspiration to me, you’re a Pro Hero a lot of us can relate to, and seeing you being well on your way to the top makes me feel like maybe I have a chance too.”

Tamaki looked down in embarrassment, flattered yet nervous. One thing caught his attention, though, below the student’s neck. There, hooked to the strap of her bag, a vibrantly colored pin with the symbols of the Alpha, the Beta and the Omega artistically intertwined.

“I want to make it so that students like us in the Hero course, and all other classes, know they are not alone and that they are not freaks. I want all the others to listen too. We can’t have allies if they’re not even aware we exist!” She chuckled, Tamaki’s silence seemingly making her a bit unsure.

He felt his Alpha link her fingers with his, and caught her look of fond encouragement. She squeezed his hand, looking pointedly over to the teen and then at him again.

The shy young man cleared his throat, shaking slightly his head to try to stop his anxiety from taking over.

“It-it’s a great project.” He finally answered, his free hand fiddling with the fabric of his cape. “I hope many will come to listen. D-did principal Nezu give you access to the main lecture theater?”

The student smiled; her cheeks ever so tinted from joy to hear her idol approved of her initiative.

“He did. I hope it will be filled with fellow students. I have invited several Pro Heroes, whom I found to be overtly trans, to come share their story and point of view. So, I guess a number of students will come, if only out of curiosity.”

Tamaki nodded; it did not really matter the motivations that brought the students at this conference, so long as they stayed to hear the point of the meeting.

The student seemed to hesitate a bit, as if suddenly overcome with some shyness.

“It would mean a lot to me if you could come and share your experience too.”

She must have felt how much he tensed at the prospect, for she immediately looked to regret the anxiousness she had projected upon him.

“Your mate could come too, as an ally, of course!” She assured him, which only seemed to relax him a tiny bit.

Tamaki’s hand was so tight against his mate’s, he was surprised the Alpha didn’t pull from him. Instead, she let out a low purr, her other hand coming to rub his arm in slow movements of comfort. The Pro Hero closed his eyes for a moment, breathing deeply, focusing on the agreeable sensation of her purrs vibrating through him.

When he opened his eyelids again, he exhaled and smiled hesitantly, gathering all of his courage.

“I’ll come.” He affirmed, not as loudly as he would have liked, but he had put the words out there and that was the only thing that mattered.

He knew he would not regret his decision until the moment he would have to speak in front of these students; but the knowledge that his past self would have most probably missed this opportunity out of shyness cemented his decision. He was sincerely interested in this event, felt honored and timidly pleased to have been invited. He would be afraid, but he would not regret.

The student’s face broke into a relieved grin.

“Thank you so much!” She opened her bag and rummaged through it for a few seconds, before coming up with a pastel colored paper. “Here’s a flyer for you. I won’t bother you any more than that. I’ll see you then!”

She bowed slightly to them, fully intent on leaving them to enjoy their night. Still, as she was closing her bag and turning away, Tamaki caught sight of something shiny in her bag, and yelped out a ‘wait!’.

By now, his hand was crushing his mate’s, but he timidly looked up at the younger girl. When he spoke, his tried to keep nervous stutter at bay; in vain.

“I-if you n-need an internship, o-or an agency to work with for Hero studies... F-feel free to c-contact me.” He felt his mate purr just a little louder in surprise, and in the way she squeezed his arm quickly, he knew he had her approbation. “Also...”

His trembling free hand left the abused fabric of his costume to shakily point at the pin on her bag’s strap.

“D-do you have more?” His cheeks set ablaze, and he immediately looked down, hoping his hair might hide his flaming cheeks.

There was a moment of silence, before the Alpha chuckled and nosed his shoulder tenderly, breaking the student’s shock. The younger girl opened her bag again with colored cheeks as she bashfully explained she made them herself; eyeing carefully the Alpha to know if it was okay for her to give it to the Omega.

When the young woman nodded with peaceful eyes, the student was extending one to Tamaki, visibly flattered.

The Hero slowly released his mate’s hand, and gingerly took the little object in both his hands.

“Thank you.” He whispered, still too embarrassed to properly face the creative student.

After a few words of goodbye and promise of seeing each other at the awareness event in UA, to which Tamaki knew his mate wouldn’t mind going, he sighed in relief.

Without a word, the Alpha led him to a quieter part of the hall, letting him rest from the social exhaustion.

“I’m proud of you.” She whispered in his ear as she treaded her hands through his hair while she leaned to kiss his cheek softly.

Tamaki purred contentedly, taking deep inhales of her scent. He was proud of himself, too.

Her hands trailed down to his, and she seized the little pin. It was similar to that the girl wore, in different colors, less vibrant, more appeasing. It suited him.

“Help me put it on?” He quietly asked.

His Alpha’s nimble fingers hooked the pin to the fabric of his cape, just above his heart. The colors fit nicely with the rest of his hero costume; discreet but present.

“There.”

She leaned back; eyes squinted ever so slightly in admiration, a fond smile on her lips, and a tender purr in the air.

“You’re perfect.”

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That’s it folks ! The epilogue to Something Else.

I hope you all liked it, if you did, feel free to leave a comment !

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lycorogue · 3 years ago

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For your ask game... 7, 13,15 and 16!

Livrever! You're just as bad as @cyhyr! You should also be well aware of my wordiness! Welp. Looks like I'm dusting off that good old Long Post hashtag again today. 😂

[Fanfic Writer Ask Game Questions]

7. What story/headcanons do you feel the proudest of?

By far the headcanon (which became a story) that I'm proudest of is the origin story of the lucky charm bracelet Marinette gave Adrien in "Gamer."

She already had it on-hand, and she didn't seem to have made it specifically to gift to Adrien. She even said he could "borrow" it, but never got it back. I think the charm bracelet was a spur of the moment decision to try to cheer him up and build up his confidence. When I was a kid, my mom gifted me various inspirational cards and worry stones to help me through finals and remind me that I could achieve anything I put my mind to. It felt fitting that Marinette's parents would do something similar, and THAT is where the bracelet originally came from.

If you want to read the full headcanon-inspired story, you can find it here: Build Your Own Luck

I love this headcanon so much I'm making sure to work it into my "I promise, I'm still working on it" WIP One and the Same.

Honorable Mention for favorite headcanon would be the headcanons I came up with for my Plagg-centric/Plagg-Appreciation story Forever in Darkness. In particular, my headcanon that Plagg was Aladdin's "lesser genie of the ring" from the 1001 Arabian Nights tale. I basically had that headcanon since I first saw Origins and Plagg mentioned meeting a genie before.

(Also, ya know, I still consider my first completed multi-chapter story Peeping Tomcat my magnum opus... so... yeah... proud of that one too)

13. When did you start writing fanfic?

I've been dabbling in fanfic pretty much ever since I understood what fandom was. When I was in elementary school I would create a whole series of X-Men OCs (only to discover a decade or so later that nearly every OC I thought of is already a canon X-Men character, they just never made the cut for the 90s cartoon).

In middle school and early high school (so roughly ages 12 through 15), I created a self-insert Batman OC (and love interest for Dick Grayson's Robin). She was Selena Kyle's niece that moved in with her. She struggled between excitedly being her Aunt Selena's apprentice as a cat burglar, and using those skills to be a hero with Batman and Robin. I can't recall the character's name anymore, but she went by the alias Black Panther (because that was my school's mascot and I'm a nerd like that).

About the age of 16 or 17 I joined my first play-by-post role-play game where I played Harley Quinn. It didn't last long before the game master went to college and the whole thing fell apart.

Then there was a fanfic dry spell. I did work on original works almost constantly from the age of 10 straight through to college. Then I had a college professor that more-or-less broke my creative writing spirit, sadly. I still wrote for video production classes and scriptwriting classes, but I didn't write anything recreationally for over 5 years.

Then, in 2009 I got back into the "Hey, Arnold!" fandom. August 2010 I wrote my first fanfic for the fandom. It would be the first fanfic I would ever publish online. I've been working on fanfics again ever since. 😁 (if you don't want to read the story on FFN, you can find the import over to AO3 here)

15. What is the fanfic you’ve written that you’re most proud of?

As I said before, I still think of Peeping Tomcat as my magnum opus. It is the longest story I've written. It is the first multi-chapter story I was able to actually complete. There are a lot of moments in that story that I just love to reread myself. It's the first story I've written that I felt compelled to write a sequel to (sadly, said sequel, One and the Same, has been stubborn the past 4 years and won't properly form, so that's still a WIP). It's the only ML fanfic I've published that has inspired fanart (but it's not my first fanfic ever to inspire art. That honor goes to my sadly abandoned HA! fanfic What is Truly Meant to Be). Plus, I got to emotionally torture poor Adrien, but also give him a happy ending.

Runner Up, I think, would have to be Prescription for Love, which is my interpretation of what Adrien did off-screen during the season 3 episode "Backwarder." A lot of my reviews have stated how much people loved Kagami in that story despite not particularly enjoying her canon characterization at that point in the series. Plus, Adrien is an oblivious little mush.

Honorable Mentions to the aforementioned Build Your Own Luck as well as my first Christmas-themed story Woven Heartstrings. I am still amazed at how perfect the gifts are for all of the characters, and I was the one who thought of them!!!! Plus, I've had a surprisingly large number of kudos/comments on that story outside of the holiday season, so it must really resonate with people even outside of December. Final Honorable Mention goes to the aforementioned Plagg-Appreciation story Forever in Darkness.

16. What fanfic tropes do you avoid writing for?

Goodness. I actually don't write for tropes. Not really. I aim more for "how close to a legit episode can I make this story?" or just general "This plot bunny showed up and I guess I'm nurturing it now???"

I don't know if I even KNOW all of the basic fanfic tropes....

If I used the This or That (Fanfic Edition) game as a guide, I think the tropes off of that list I'd avoid would be:

Flower Shop AU - I don't know much about flowers for that to be worth trying

Historical AU - I am TRASH at historical anything... although I'm a HUGE steampunkest... go figure

Major AU reworks in general - I am perfectly content snuggled into the canon. I like this show for a reason. And I like fanfic because the world building has already been done for me.

Crack??? - I don't have anything against crack. I quite enjoy it. I just... I'm not creative enough to come up with something so bonkers????

Whump - Not intentionally, at least. I almost never go into a story with the goal to torture the characters. That just... kinda... sorta... happens??? Sometimes???

Enemies to Lovers - I ADORE this trope, but I don't know if I could ever manage to write Adrien/Chat Noir as Marinette's/Ladybug's enemy nearly as masterfully as the other works already out there. Especially when some of my "competition" includes Discordant Sonata by @edendaphne and Curiosity and Satisfaction by @imthepunchlord.

Whew! This was even longer than the 4-question ask from Cyhyr! You ladies sure do know how to get me to talk. 😁

Thanks so much for the ask! Anyone else interested in getting to know more about me and my writing style? Feel free to drop me those asks. 😁

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