#never thought id do a mini series

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

Dreams

Simon Riley x Reader

Warnings: mentions of death, angst

A/N: just a little angsty type short blurb I had in my head.

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“Since when did Simon Riley get so romantic?” You jeered, booping him on the nose playfully. “I won’t complain, though, this is nice.”

“I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” Simon whispered to you, as he stroked your hair lightly. “You are my everything, Y/n.”

The two of you were lying in bed together, wrapped up in each other's arms. Neither of you had moved for hours.

“I’ve always been this romantic, don’t know what you’re on about.” 

You chuckled as you shoved your face into Simon's chest, inhaling his scent. “ I love you.”

“I love you too, kid. Always.” He leaned down and pressed his lips to yours.

You sighed deeply into the kiss, and moved so you were sitting on top of him, straddling his waist. Pulling away, you smirked down at him with a devious look in your eyes.

“What are you up to?” He asked, matching your smirk.

*RING*

“Nothin.”

"Nah, I know that look."

"Don't know what you're talking about, just showing my man how much I appreciate him is all." You bit back a giggle, an elated smile forming on your face.

Simon was jolted awake by his phone going off. He sat up in his bed and sighed. That’s right, that was all just a dream. You’ve been dead for over a year. He grabbed his phone off the bedside table and saw Price’s caller ID flashing on the screen.

“Simon, meet me in my office. We’ve got to discuss something. Urgently.” 

“Hello?” Simon grumbled, answering the call.

Price hung up the call immediately after. 

Simon tossed the phone to the side and threw his head into his hands. He'd been having more and more dreams about you lately. It seems his mind wouldn't give him a break from you. Even when he wasn't conscious, you'd still find your way into his head.

He looked at his nightstand and saw the watch you'd given to him as a birthday present, just a few weeks before you died. It was the only thing from you he had left. He never went anywhere without the watch. Grabbing it and slipping it on, he went to get ready to meet Price.

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On the way to Price’s office, Simon let his thoughts drift to you once more. He missed you terribly. You were his everything before you died. Though the two of you weren’t in a relationship, it was clear the two of you had feelings for one another. You were his shadow, and he was yours. He’d have done anything to save you.

He took exhaled deeply and composed himself before entering Price’s office. He slowed as he was met with a rather solemn look on his captain's face. 

“Simon. We’ve got news. Why don’t you have a seat.” Price nodded at Simon and pointed to the chair across from him.

“‘M fine standing, what’s this about?”

“We need to talk about Verdansk.”

Simon's blood chilled at the mention of the mission. The mission in which he’d lost you. Ever since that day, he refused to ever go into detail about the mission. It hurt too much for him to replay it. He watched as you’d gotten shot right in front of him, taking the bullet that was meant for him. Your eyes had found his before your body hit the ground. Everything happened so fast, and he wasn't able to get to you in time. He had to watch on helplessly as the enemy dragged your dead body away from him.

“No, no. I’m not talking about that. We’ve agreed to never speak about that again.”

“Lieutenant, listen to -.”

“NO! I am not going to stand here and rehash this shit again. I can’t and won’t do it. You promised.”

“Simon, we found her. She’s alive.”

Simon’s entire world came screeching to a halt as he took in Price's words. “What did you say?”

“I said we found her, Simon. Y/N is alive.”

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A/N: Not sure if I want to turn this into a mini series??

[grimreaperschild]

guitar practice

summary: wednesday always seems to put someone or something above you, luckily her roommate is always there to pick up the pieces

warnings: angst

a/n: i might make this into a series i’ve got some good ideas, thank you for all the support on my last post !

“wednesdays child is full of woe” you supposed that should be her mantra as you lock eyes over the top of your guitar, your not sure when your gothic girlfriend started pulling away but recently she’d been spending more and more time investigating with tyler galpin you haven’t spent time in your studio together in months her usually ditching your practice time in favour of gallivanting around the woods but not today.

today she sits dutifully at your side as you tune your beloved instrument, eyes never leaving the side of your face it’s starting to get difficult to hide the blush creeping up your neck so before you’ve even thought about what your doing you turn “do i have something on my face?” inwardly cringing as it comes out harsher than intended, she hums ignoring your last statement “would you accompany me to the weathervane after practice? i’d like to” she sucks air in through her teeth narrowing her eyes “i’d like to take you on, a date.” she nods her head seeming satisfied with herself.

you freeze a lopsided grin stretching across your face “id love to nes” she hums in response again stretching out her fingers to meet yours, still on the tuning pegs she ghosts her fingers up your arm and bumps your cheek with her knuckles affectionately “my investigation has hit a wall and i suppose it has been a while since we had some time together” you freeze again, but this time not in a good way heat and anger flush through you at the statement “ah so you only want to spend time with me when you’ve got nothing else to do?” she removes her hand quickly “y/n we have spoken about how important my investigation is, must you spend the time i give you acting like a spoilt child” you sit stunned at her words

anger.

betrayal?

hurt ?

they all blend together as you stand your guitar falling out of your lap and onto the floor with a painfully loud clatter, tears blur your vision as you look at her passive face unblinking, no, uncaring “really wednesday im a spoilt child for wanting you to spend time with your girlfriend? you think i enjoy you running off with tyler all the time? no. but i try to trust you no matter what my head tells me” your voice breaks and you take a sharp breath in refusing to let her see you break.

you take a step back not breaking eye contact with her

“must you be so dramatic y/n?”

you don’t dignify her with an answer taking another step, she still hasn’t moved you let out a dry chuckle “let me know when i move up your list of priorities” with that you turn on your heel and all but sprint from the room tears rolling down your cheeks.

your not sure where your legs are bringing you until your in front of a familiar dorm wednesday and enid’s room, enid. you knock quickly hearing the pop music pause the door swings open revealing the bubbly werwolf you watch her face brighten then fall at the sight of you, throwing yourself into her arms you choke out a sob her arms instantly coming around you rubbing soothing circles in your back “y/n what happened, talk to me comon let’s get you inside” walking backwards not breaking the hug she flings the door shut.

you rush though the explanation as she picks out one of her biggest hoodies for you to change into, your sat on her bed by the time she finally decides what clothes to give you “she doesn’t deserve you n/n” enid sighs as she pads over to you wiping at your tear stained cheeks with her thumbs “your staying with me tonight i don’t want you feeling like this alone get changed and get into bed” you comply happily and when you come out of the bathroom sporting the pink fluffy sweatshirt and pink mini shorts she cheers and opens her arms wide for you, you settle against her tucking your head under her chin and for a second you think maybe tyler can have wednesday if this is how it’s going to stay.

[drak3n]

TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE: PROLOGUE

ꨄ. SYNOPSIS: the launching of a new platform magically re-connecting seperated people has shaken the entirety of social media. after many months of contemplation and denial, you give in to your urges.

ꨄ. SENA’S NOTE: this merely serves as a way to introduce all eight parts of the mini-series! as they’re all characters from different fandoms, there clearly won’t be names or any specific action in this! so this is a little short :)

TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE MASTERLIST

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

everywhere.

it was everywhere you went. following you around like it was your shadow, cornering you at any given possibility.

you knew the drill. once something went viral anywhere, it would stick around for some time and then be forgotten.

that wasn’t the case with this damn live show. not at all. the first time it had been announced on international tv must have been ages ago, like around the beginning of the year. yet, the hype never seemed to die down, with more and more people freaking out online and in real life about how it changed their lives.

you were convinced it was a scam. like come on, who even believed in a fairy tale like that? being reunited with a lost lover, or any kind of lover who it didn’t work out with?

there was a reason it hadn’t worked out. because if there wasn’t, you’d still surely be with that person.

it started with trailers being shown on every channel you zipped through, announcing free slots for their newest season and putting emphasis on their confidentiality. how people had the choice to stay anonymous while spilling their private and embarrassing matters to so-called love experts.

such bullshit.

now, it went way past that. you ended up avoiding watching tv, just to literally be haunted by that cursed show in other ways. through flyers and stickers flying around, through posters hung up on subway stations and even inside of said subways, hell, a couple of days ago, there was even an airship promoting it.

TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE. a silly name for a concept just as silly as that.

what did you have to do again to apply?

right, as if there was any way of forgetting with how much your coworkers were babbling about it. they made sure to remind you of that every day.

“i’m still thinking if i should just call them the next time and try my luck,” you heard one of many tell another while you were waiting in the line for your lunch. “i really, really want to make up with my ex. they’re my only hope.”

their conversation went on for many more minutes, and you were glad when you finally were next in line to greet the lunch lady with a tired smile. as she filled your tray in a halfhearted manner, your smile quickly faded away upon hearing her talk to a fellow worker behind the counters.

“my son and his teenage love reconciled after he applied there. they are awaiting their first child soon!” the elderly woman gushed while placing a cup of pudding onto your tray, waiting for you to scan your employee id before you shuffled away from the line to plop down on an empty space in the crowded lunch hall.

it was all the same. love, love, love. always those same old problems. getting dumped, being abandoned, or doing the dumping and abandoning.

regret, sadness, frustration, desperation.

you came home that sane evening with thoughts plaguing your mind; with the big question if those were all signs for you to see. if everything you’d been hearing and seeing for these past couple of months were meant to open your eyes, somehow. to get the hint.

making a beeline to your bedroom, your eyes darted to the package placed on your bed. still untouched and waiting to be sent. the pastel pink stamp had been placed on the corner of the box yesterday by you. those fuckers made so much money with their hit show that they distributed stamps, to force them to send more drama their way for them to indulge in.

it was stupid that you had even put in the effort to package what was meant to have been tossed away long ago. it might or might not have been long yet, but why did you keep that?

as a writer, you couldn’t contain yourself. even back then, you had always known you’d end up becoming anything connected to writing, journaling, whatever. it was almost annoying how you used to document all those feelings you couldn’t put into words.

specifically writing letters had always been your passion. writing down your heartbreaks and grief into words and making them come to life on paper.

words you failed to tell him.

the recipients were all written on the envelopes inside the box, some years ago, and some recently, and you didn’t even know if they were still the same addresses.

for some, you knew for sure they weren’t.

even if the cast of TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE — if they picked you, that is — wouldn’t find their current addresses, you were for sure going to be relieved. those letters had been a significant burden on your heart ever since you had written them.

for the first time in your life, you didn’t feel any kind of satisfaction from writing. these letters existed to be sent. and you were realizing it just now.

they were meant to be read aloud, understood. they had to be read by others for you to be at peace with your unresolved feelings.

the very next morning, you handed the package to the post office, bidding farewell to years of bottled-up and hidden feelings.

it wasn’t until a week later that you received a letter, with the same pink stamp and sender the same you had sent your letters to. you found yourself reading it in front of the door to your apartment:

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

dear contestant,

we thank you for your package and were enthralled to read about your experiences. upon short discussions within our team of experts, we soon decided to choose your case to present in our next live airing, which is going to be this saturday!

the letters have already been sent out to their respective addresses — some of which we had to adjust as there have been changes.

it is up to you if you want to join us for our next airing — it be via call or even by showing up at our studio! we will welcome you in any case and make sure you will reunite with one of your lost loves.

please do not worry, as we will handle all of your data with the utmost care and make sure that none of it is leaked for other purposes.

up until then, stay lovely and trust the process!

ꨄ. your TO ALL THE MEN YOU’VE LOVED BEFORE cast

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

PROCEED TO OPEN LETTER

THE LOST LOVE ꨄ TOJI FUSHIGURO

THE ONE NIGHT STAND ꨄ HIROMI HIGURUMA

THE NEMESIS ꨄ ATSUMU MIYA

THE BEST FRIEND ꨄ KEN RYUGYJI

FRIENDS WITH BENEFITS GONE WRONG ꨄ SHUJI HANMA

THE FORBIDDEN LOVE ꨄ LEVI ACKERMAN

RIGHT PERSON, WRONG TIMING ꨄ TOUYA TODOROKI

THE BOY NEXT DOOR ꨄ SHOUEI BAROU

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ ♡•°`.

[hcsiqs]

| PROFESSIONAL

series masterlist

• warnings: consumption of alcohol / underage drinking and jealous/mean!kk

ONE MONTH LATER

“Shots!” Paige yelled out as she placed the thing of shots down on the table in front of the team plus Aurelia. Lia was quick to grab one and down it, her lips pursed and eyes closed as the burn went down her throat. Once the rest of the team took their shots there was one more left and Lia took it upon herself to take it.

“You good, girl?” Ice asked, her voice low so the others wouldn’t hear.

“Yeah,” Lia nodded, her hand coming down to her green mini skirt in attempt to pull it down. Aurelia knew that the only way she would get through a night of being around KK was put drinks in her system. Over the past month KK had managed to break almost every rule they had set.

Every time Lia had planned something for them to hang out to get to know each other better, KK either didn’t show or when she did she had hickeys forming on her neck, which she had gotten without even telling Lia she was going to be out with someone.

It wasn’t that she wanted to know the girls whereabouts every five seconds, she just wanted to feel respected in their fake relationship. Lia just thinks that it would be nice to be given a heads up if KK was hooking up with other people, so that if Lia decided to do so too she wouldn’t feel bad.

“I’m gonna go to the bar, you wanna come?” Lia asked, her lips curving into a smile as she looked at Ice.

“How are you gonna—,” Ice was cut short by Lia dragging her over to the bar and ordering them both a cosmo. She then handed over her very much fake ID to the bartender, who thankfully accepted it and then handed them the drinks.

“Thank you!” the blonde smiled taking the glasses from him, handing one to Ice before starting to sip her own.

“Li you might wanna slow down,” the taller girl suggested, but Lia wasn’t hearing any of it. She wanted to be drunk by the end of the night, so she wouldn’t even have a thought about the whole arrangement as it had been taking up her mind entirely.

As Lia took another gulp of her drink Paige came around swinging a phone in both of the girl’s faces, “And here’s Lia and Ice is with her!” Paige smiled showing both of them off, clearly tipsy herself.

“Ok that’s enough phone time for you,” Ice got up and took the phone away from Paige before she started showing stuff that shouldn’t be seen.

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“Bro stop staring daggers at her,” Ice nudged KK’s arm as her eyes were glued to the girl with the blonde braids sitting at the bar talking to Azzi.

“I’m not starin,” KK replied but her eyes didn’t move.

“Yes you are,” Ice argued back.

“Girl boo, no I’m not,” KK finally turned to look at Ice who was standing beside her.

“Well not anymore,” she slumped against her chair. But as soon as those words left Ice’s mouth KK turned back to look at Lia, but now Azzi was gone and was replaced with some random person that she had never seen before.

“Who’s that?” KK asked, trying to not seem jealous, because she had no reason to be.

“I think her names Riley,” Ice said after analyzing the red head who was talking to Lia. “KK what are—,” Ice watched the girl walk over to the pair at the bar.

“Who’s this?” KK asked, her eyes scanning up and down the ginger as she found her spot behind Lia.

“Oh my God, I completely forgot to ask!” Lia slapped her hands to her mouth as the realization went through her drunken brain, “I’m Aurelia by the way,” she removed her hands from her face holding a smile on her lips.

“Riley,” she smiled sticking her hand out, while the other went through her short hair. Lia placed her hand against Riley’s and shook it before KK butted in.

“KK,” she gave a tight smile, her left hand snaking around Lia’s waist causing the girl to give her a confused look.

“Nice to meet you,” she scratched her neck awkwardly. “So,” Riley moved her attention back to Lia, ignoring the hand around the blondes waist, “Can I get your number, or Snap?” she asked.

And just as Lia was about to give her number to this random girl KK opened her mouth, “She’s taken.”

“Oh shit, sorry,” Riley apologized, finally taking in the hand wrapped around the blondes waist.

“Yeah,” KK nodded, her hand squeezing going under the black fabric that covered Lia’s stomach.

“See y’all around,” Riley gave an awkward smile before walking off from the two.

“What the fuck is your problem?” Lia turned around in her seat, removing herself out of the girls grip.

“What the fuck is my problem? What the fuck is yours?” KK crossed her arms over her body as she stared down at Lia, “We’re supposed to look like we’re in a relationship and you’re flirting with other people. She could’ve known who you were and went and posted some shit on Twitter.”

“You’re such a hypocrite, ya know?” Lia rolled her eyes, “You’re out here hooking up with God knows how many girls! And you couldn’t even let me do that with one,” she scoffed turning back to the bar and drinking more of her drink.

“I keep my shit in private though. I’m not flaunting it around.” the brunette moved to the side, so she was still Lia’s main focus, she wasn’t gonna let her just get out of the conversation.

“Whatever,” she rolled her eyes again.

“Get up, we’re leaving,” she flicked her finger up to motion Lia standing.

“I’m not leaving with you,” Lia attempted turning more the side, but KK’s hand came to the bottom of the seat and turned her right back around.

“Why? You wanna leave with Riley?” KK asked, her eyes flickering back to the ginger who was now in the corner talking to her friends.

“Why do you suddenly care? Hm?” Lia finally met KK’s eyes. She noticed they were glossed over with something, but she wasn’t sure what. She noticed the tenseness in KK’s shoulders and the way her jaw was clenched.

“I’m not tryna have your manager or mine call us to yell at us, so we’re leaving before anything else happens,” the girl stated before calling the bartender over, “She’s gonna close out,” she told him.

⋆⁺₊⋆ ☀︎ ⋆⁺₊⋆

“You’re so annoying you know that,” Lia groaned as KK walked her to her apartment.

“Good to know all I need to do to hear the truth from you is get some alcohol in your system,” KK joked as she stuck out her hand for Lia to pass the keys over to her, which she did.

“I’m always truthful,” Lia replied, her words slightly slurred from the alcohol and tiredness taking over.

“No you’re not,” KK shook her head, inserting the key into the door and unlocking it, “You always act like everything’s perfect.”

“No I don’t,” Lia shook her head, her voice laced with hurt. They both stayed standing outside the door as Lia continued, “I just—I don’t know.”

“I’ve seen your calendar, it’s like you got everything planned out perfectly, so nothing goes wrong,” KK pushed the door open and walked in with the blonde following after her.

“That doesn’t mean I act like everything’s perfect,” she countered, her arms crossing over her body, almost self consciously.

“But you do. You act like you’re not bothered by this whole thing, and I know you are,” KK turned to look back at Lia, “Fuck, you act like it’s just a normal thing for you.”

“I mean, I don’t like that we have to do this, but complaining about it and getting angry over it won’t change the fact that it’s happening,” suddenly Aurelia felt very sober, like all the alcohol had just been knocked from her system.

“You can’t even admit you’re upset about it without trying to turn it into a life lesson,” the brunette shook her head as started walking back to the door.

“I’m just trying to be positive,” Lia whipped her body around to follow KK.

“You don’t always have to be,” KK turned around, her eyes roaming over Lia’s long legs that were exposed from her mini skirt and the way her black top fit her perfectly, “Goodnight Aurelia.”

Lia stayed silent for a moment, and just as KK was about to walk into the hallway she spoke up, “Why don’t you call me Lia? Everyone else does.”

“Tryna stay professional,” she shrugged.

“Ok, goodnight Kamorea,” Lia titled her head to the side, watching the way KK’s lip twitched at the sound of her full name. “What? I’m just being professional,” she mirrored the words of KK’s before she left the apartment leaving Lia with herself.

allies corner.

i feel like this is kinda long oops

and i think i hate it but wtv !!!

[multch]

Pig Mask.

Hoffman x Reader [18+] CW: Suggestive content\ Drinking\ Implies Hoffman is here for a job\ afab Reader

It's Halloween and it's the reader's first time at a kinkclub were they run into a mysterious man- dressed head to toe in full black with an interesting pig mask covering their face..

Oh curious stranger, what brought you here?

Tonight is cold and the streets in this part of town run wild. You never found a reason in particular to celebrate Halloween- it was the race for discounted chocolate afterwards which you found more amusing. Never did you expect yourself to have heels on the pavement below you and an ID in your hand on a Thursday night yet here you were. 

Barely dressed at 11:35 outside a hardly discreet looking kinkclub.

If it wasn't for the line of skimpy costumes, animal heads and ghost masks waiting in line- Sure, any observer would have mistaken it for just a simple bar; however, it was far from that…

After a week of whining, your friends managed to finally drag you out of bed and out of your shell. God had it been ages since your last relationship! They pestered. 

They weren't wrong… However, there's only so much a girl can do when her last partner was as much of a train wreck as they were. What are you supposed to do when your “sweetheart” manages to cheat on you 6 times before you even realized!

Safe to say, all you knew after that was the day-to-day work, eat, aggressively binge watch netflix just to eat again and sleep.

No doubt- if you were desperate you could've handled yourself but I guess the look of all the sleepless nights you held under your eyes finally broke your besties because god where they relentless.

Practically pushing you out the door, you had spent the hour prior having costumes thrown at you, glitter getting everywhere and successfully having your face beat half to death.

You wore a black silk bikini top, a pleated mini skirt and lacy rabbit ears.

Anyone could've mistaken you for a hooker but you're not. You were a sexy little playboy bunny. Duhhhh!

*

Carefully managing yourself down the steps, you find yourself amidst a crowd of too many people leaving no room between them for Jesus. You understood this club was sexual but you could have never anticipated seeing it to this extent. The room was open with a hallway breaking off to a series of rooms you’d expect people to use but the sheer velocity of makeout sessions against the ignored doors made you second guess their purpose. Towards the back were shelves of bright coloured bottles with a group of seemingly regular swingers sitting in a pack and enjoying a couple drinks. There were staff openly walking around with protection and… toys.. but they were hard to see amongst the dense crowd of creepy rubber masks. You were beginning to sweat like a hooker in church from so many crude acts. So many people grinding and grabbing made you subconsciously wander over towards the less rowdy bar near the back- ignoring a few wild requests with each step closer.

Keeping your head low to avoid your eyes accidentally meeting the sudden sight of an exhibition, you sat down- waving down the bartender for a fruity cocktail to ease your nerves

Beside you sat a larger (almost threatening) man dressed head to toe in black tactical gear with a matted and grimy pig mask concealing his face. He had a cold whisky in front of him. You kind of wanted him to take a sip so you could see his face yet still, he didn't. You had no way of seeing where his eyes landed in the room but you could tell his focus was anywhere but at his drink as he perched like a stone statue staring out into the crowd.

After some contemplating, curiosity finally caught the cat. You shuffled one seat over and saw his head turn from the crowd to your attention.

“Got a partner out there I’m guessing?” you chuckled.

“Who in their right mind would go here if they could do it at home?” he joked. Wow! You thought. In shock at his sass, yes, but more at the low growl of his voice. You could care less about his face now. You could already tell he was HOT.

“What's up with the mask?” 

“What's the deal with the ears?” he mocked.

He turned back to lift and gently swivel his drink. 

You look back at him. He looked back at you. 

The silence would have almost been uncomfortable if it wasn't for the audible sounds of moaning coming from the other side of the room making it impossible to take this situation seriously. Exhabitionists.

He was quiet for a few seconds, then sighed. “You haven't been here before have you?”

“How did you know?” You questioned.

“You don't exactly look like… a regular..” he answered. Clearly.

It took you a couple seconds to understand what he was suggesting. 

No, you didn't look like a regular. 

You couldn’t understand if he was talking about substance abuse in this part of town- cheap thrills with lifelong side effects your friends had already chewed your ear off about- or if it was your costume. A few people wore similar outfits yet the majority of this club consisted of bulky character heads or people holding one beside them as they practically got their mouths chewed off by a partner..

Shaking his head, he proceeded to lift his mask up above his chin and take a long sip of his now room-temperature glass of whiskey.

You stared at his lips as they pressed against the glass. They were plump enough to make you wonder if they would feel soft against your own. How they would feel along your skin. How they would feel sucking deep on your- No! You fought back.

Dirty thoughts were one thing but imagining having sex with the person sitting right next to you is crossing a line!

“Take a photo, it'll last longer” he chuckled, placing the glass back on the bench.

You hadn't realized how long you had spent gazing at his lips that when he finally spoke, it almost made you jump out of your seat.

“Ah! Sorry it's just… I haven't seen who I'm talking to,” You blurt out, “your face..”

You couldn't see his eyes but you knew just then that he was staring right into yours.

“Good thing you’re not going to,” he sighed, “You should learn the rules around here before you fall in- girly, if you wanna see who someone is- you better be taking them to bed tonight..”

The flush that fell over your face was laughable! Bright pink and at a loss for words, The man decided he’d answer the question painted- no, stained across your shocked face…

“Comin’ here dressed in nothing but a pair of ears is risky, lucky you found me in time.”

“In.. time?” you repeated, mumbling.

“Waltzing in here declaring you’re free meat, the wrong asshole could’ve swept you off your feet and done God-knows-what to you,” he groaned, “I’m Mark.”

You sat there, wide eyed and more flushed than ever, “Y\n” you breathed. 

You sat beside Mark for a brief moment. The constant sounds of sex and small talk felt like it had finally drowned out as a new wave of confidence overcame you. This was your chance. You shifted in your seat to try to close some of the space between the two of you. 

Were you rusty at this, obviously! But you decided to consider the sheer quantity of romance movies you watched like gospel to be ‘training’. This was going to be a cake walk, you believed.

The black, lacey rabbit ears you had been wearing hit this side of his drink with a loud clink! as you slid them down the bench.

“I wouldn’t mind a little fool around if it meant I could see the man behind this mask of yours..” This was super forward. More than usual but you couldn’t shake the yearning of your own curiosity. You had to see what he was hiding under that mask- maybe even under that tight shirt too.

He let out a quick grunt. Watching the gears turn in his head, you looked up at him through your lashes. He seemed to struggle under your gaze a little.

“Look, Bunny- I just can’t. I’m not here for that tonight,” sighed Mark, “You’re a tempting little thing but I’m supposed to be on the lookout for something a little… different..” Just your luck! you were upset to say the least. Your first time hitting on someone since you and your ex broke up and you get rejected. 

You gesture over the bartender, at least with a drink maybe you’d feel a little less embarrassed. 

You ask for an old fashioned. Before you can pay and leave, his deep husky voice speaks up, “Add it to my tab”

*

You get your drink and turn your chair to thank him but what meets you instead is a surprise.

Expecting a ratty pig mask, you meet two dark eyes gazing back at you. His eyelashes were low and seductive. His jaw stubbly and defined. His lips just as plump and round yet you now notice the long scar stretching along the side of his face once shrouded in darkness, Wow.

You were now just as curious as ever.

The sound of an abrupt low and grouchy cough snaps you back to reality. “Y\n was it?... I might be a bit.. preoccupied at the moment but that doesn’t mean I wont find the time to teach a newbie like you,” whispered Mark, “Meet me here tomorrow, same time, same place and I’ll teach you what this club really is all about..” He leapt up off his chair and grabbed the black duffle laying at his feet, walking off and disappearing into the crowd. The black mess of hair on his pig mask being the last you see of him. If it wasn't for sex, what could a man like him want from a place like this?

[insomniumstella]

over the water & down below (3) | bucky x avenger!reader

summary: Steve’s silly joke happened to inspire the best, or possibly the worst, idea Wanda had ever come up with — send James Buchanan Barnes and y/n on an all-expenses-paid honeymoon in Hawaii. the problem? they cannot stand to be around each other.

warnings: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, explicit language, alcohol consumption, sarcastic!bucky

word count: 3,385

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The temperature was scorching hot by the time they stepped foot on the yacht at barely past twelve in the afternoon. The bouncer at the dock had asked for IDs, meticulously searching through the guest list, and y/n had nearly patted herself on the shoulder for stuffing Amelie Barnes’s ID into the back pocket of her denim shorts before they had left.

The boat had two levels, the upper she assumed to be a luxurious master cabin and the lower floor for leisure, with a large wooden deck, a shaded area for relaxation and cooking, and a ritzy bar.

The two drowned in tense silence as they observed the other guests on Elijah’s rented yacht. People crowded most areas on the lower level, especially the hammock floor near the boat’s bow. Elijah and Nancy know how to throw a party, y/n noted, messing with the loose strings on the hem of her shorts, it's a shame James would drown me if I let loose.

James had peculiarly chosen the couch last night, and the conversation about sleeping arrangements had gone down without too much of a fight if one ignored the scrimmage over pillows. The woman had won, taking both the better pillows and the comforter out of pettiness, regretting it when James got ahold of the suite’s AC remote and turned it into a living hell. The first night in the Lovers’ Suite had been as sweltering as it had been sleepless, and as she stood there on the boat, the last drop of hope for the day to outplay the night slowly vanished.

“James! Amelie!” Elijah’s voice boomed out across the yacht. The politician resided on the deck, sprawled on a lounge chair. “The guests of the hour!” He gestured between the three men beside him, the drink in his hand almost spilling over. “I cannot believe the Winter Soldier is here.” Elijah smiled at them as Nancy settled into his lap. “Come over here.”

The Winter Soldier is here, she cocked her head to the side, what a bizarre choice of words. It’d be reasonable for him to be interested in James, but Elijah Williamson was abnormally engrossed by the Winter Soldier for a Secretary of Defense. She found herself reflecting on last night’s dinner. Elijah had appeared attentive to most of Bucky’s domestic stories, especially the pesto eggs recipe, she thought, but he had also questioned James about weapons, former missions, and Steve? Why would Elijah inquire about Steve? 

“Amelie,” Nancy raked her eyes over y/n’s covered form when they had reached the group, “I sure hope there is a bikini underneath the clothing.” She herself had only a bathing suit on, her skin silky smooth underneath the scorching sunlight.

“There is.” She flashed a sheepish grin without making an effort to remove neither the shorts nor the tank top, her body frozen in place. 

She had never been an insecure woman or someone who’d shy away from tight dresses and mini skirts, but she’d rather choose the option of keeping the tiny red bikini covered than having James see it. Enduring a ‘things were much different back in my day’ monologue had not been on y/n’s to-do list. 

“Good!” Nancy nodded in delight. “Strip down, the two of you. This is a party, not a business meeting.”

In some ways, it was. 

James awkwardly shifted from one foot to another, “it’s for the best the shirt stays on,” a weak chuckle slipped past his lips. “It can be quite jarring.”

The Winter Soldier had always been a faded scar, and Bucky had always been Steve’s best pal from the forties, but James Buchanan Barnes was a blank spot she had never attached meaning to. James was an entirely empty canvas. If she’d recall memories of the field, she’d see a strict sergeant, if she’d recall memories of life back at the compound, she’d see an annoying prick who’d push her in training until she’d break and snitch to Tony whenever she’d use his luxury cars. If she recalled memories of James, as he was, and without barriers between them, she’d see nothing, except a faint shadow of a man who had always been too close yet too far for a meaningful relationship. She had nothing of substance until this moment — James was an insecure man, perfectly hiding behind a wall of forced toughness. 

She placed a tender hand on his arm, pity clawing at her bones, “I think scars tell the stories of who we are,” the ghost of a touch lingered on his skin for a moment too long, “the good, the bad, and the space in between”, a gentle smile etched itself onto her lips, “my handsome, handsome husband." 

He was not her husband, but the painting of scars on his shoulder had never taken away from his beauty; that she could grudgingly admit. 

It was all for show, James understood, yet he foolishly allowed himself to get lost in her softened expression and gracious words. I think scars tell the stories of who we are, he recalled y/n’s words, and though his story had been nothing, but rotten for seventy years, the latter part of his protracted life, had been spent on courageous actions, he’d like to believe. Good, bad, and somewhere in between.

It was abrupt, yet it happened. James neatly folded the t-shirt before hanging it over the lounge chair’s backrest and took a seat, leaning back with his palms firmly pressed against it. She had only ever seen him shirtless once, and the accident had been wiped clean from her memories, whether subconsciously or otherwise, but witnessing James in just a pair of swim trunks painted him in a different light. She had to find a way to extinguish this light, this newfound fire, inside her and do it quick. Did James always have bulging muscles, or a defined Adonis belt, or—

No, she stopped herself, horror burning beneath her skin, James is not attractive.

“Amelie?” A simple word carried heavy meaning. Too much of it. 

The woman had been busted for checking James out, and if she trusted the universe after the ‘James replaced Steve on a vacation in Hawaii’ stunt, she’d ask for the earth, or the ocean below them, to swallow her whole. Except she didn’t, and the only way out was to flash the group a sheepish grin.

“Sometimes it takes a while,” James narrowed his eyes in amusement, “let me help you,” his hands were unbuttoning y/n’s denim shorts before she could protest.

She was grateful he abstained from speaking of her longing gazes on his exposed body in the moment, but y/n was almost certain he’d tease her all about it as soon as they stepped foot off the yacht. If there was to come a day where James would need y/n to do something she would absolutely protest against, a time bound to inevitably arrive, he had gotten enough blackmail to pressure her into acting upon unspeakable actions. The woman's newfound family, the Avengers, would certainly believe she had lusted over James more than James partaking in praise kink activities. His icy demeanor would make it impossible for others to consider him ever calling y/n a good girl. Shit, she thought, shit, the curse word bounced around in her mind for a second time, universe, if you’d like to apologize, this would be the perfect opportunity to split the ocean underneath my feet. 

Heat drenched her cheeks as he nonchalantly slid the material down her legs and then later helped y/n step out of it. She reached for her shirt, hastily removing it because she couldn’t possibly handle the contrast of cool metal and sizzling touch on her exposed skin any longer.

“Sit on my lap,” James insisted. It’s all for show, the glimmer in his eyes read, and she could feel all pity for the man vanishing. 

“Would it get me a good girl?” The words slipped out before she could catch them. Elijah chuckled, the sparkle of merriment in his eyes urging y/n for an explanation. “James has a thing for good girls in the bedroom.”

“Young and in love, right?” The carefree strokes of his stare melted when he had scanned over the group’s faces and returned to glare at her. “Besides, you enjoy it.”

And she did, not with Bucky, for that would be disgusting, but certain men had previously called her a good girl in the bedroom, and she had shamelessly basked in the affection.

Nonetheless, y/n bit her tongue and allowed James to bring her into his lap. A weak cough escaped past his parted lips once their bodies made contact. Alike y/n, fuck, he mentally cussed, but it was for an utterly different reason than blackmail. The soldier's body had betrayed him. 

“I’m Mickey,” one of the men began speaking, and, “Hansen,” promptly disappointed y/n with his last name.

Mickey Mouse would be a better fit, she thought as the waiter brought a round of drinks.

The woman’s attentiveness in the group’s conversation had gotten lost after the second Moscow mule and, to her revulsion, the bearded man sitting left to Elijah had only been half the reason.

The other half kept her back pressed against his muscled chest — she could feel him, all of him, clenching around nothing when he’d adjust positions. Never had she been this close to James, skin against skin, the weight of her thighs resting against his own; even the worst of nightmares she had experienced didn’t compare. And yet she found herself frozen in his lap, subconsciously, or perchance consciously, wanting to stay in the most unlikely of places, with his arm draped across her waist.

James had not made a move to rid of y/n either, his fingers dancing against the skin of her pleasantly warm, sun-kissed thighs.

“You are not as subtle as you may believe.” His voice was gruff as he whispered into the crook of her neck.

The soldier was correct, she had not been entirely subtle about the traitorous fire within the pit of her stomach, but neither had the bearded man about his line of work. It was a party, to most of the people on the yacht, and he had gotten comfortable, slipping in his wording on several occasions.

It was Steve who had taught y/n the importance of trusting one’s instincts. In the field, a split-second decision could either save—or destroy—it all, and if her suspicions were to be true, she would’ve been speaking to a former HYDRA operative for the last hour without blinking an eye.

“Mark,” Elijah turned to the bearded man, and she made a mental note of his name, “is excellent at snorkeling.”

One of the other men laughed, the sound of it droll and booming, “everyone is great at snorkeling.”

“I’d disagree,” she chimed in, “fish tend to be vigilant around James,” y/n teased, voice laced with faux amusement, “as soon as he steps a foot into the ocean, it becomes vacant.”  

A dry chuckle slipped past his lips, “only because I do not feed them,” he leaned down to place his empty cup on the table, inadvertently thrusting up and into her. It was a good thing they couldn’t see each other’s faces. “This one always brings a bag of bread.”

The answer was a hint, that he did not, get her hint. C’moooon, fish tend to be vigilant around James, James. Perhaps she could’ve been less indirect.

“No!” She shook her head, the reaction earning a genuine laugh from Nancy. “Fish are smart, and can sense that your favorite dish is salmon.”

Is he stupid or am I? She had never thought she would ever have the thought manifest itself in her mind, but James and I desperately need to talk and redefine our game plan.

Her theory could be quite preposterous and quite false, but the case had been closed, Elijah Williamson had been proclaimed as an innocent man, so if it led the two agents to nowhere, the worst-case scenario would be disappointment. The best scenario? The ridiculous theory could lead to a path of Elijah Williamson and Mark Basso working together. Perhaps James had been wrong, and the court had been right — HYDRA was destroyed, except for a few independent members, who had not been prosecuted.

She has always had a difficult time with names, in fact, it had taken Elijah’s snorkeling comment to recall Mark’s, but she would never forget a face. She had his thick graying beard, deep-set eyes, and pointy nose burned and then later buried in her memories from when she had accompanied Steve to a mission, staying behind to monitor security cameras. It had been at a foreign gala, with Mark Basso managing to stay out of Steve’s sight, but not y/n’s. They had not been in Germany for Mark, at the time, but she had observed him, both out of boredom and curiosity, for hours, before the captain needed help and she had switched into a vigilant agent once more.

“I do not like salmon,” James scoffed, and she elbowed him in the ribs before he had the chance to say anything else.

“Yes, you do.”

The sharp edge of her tone had him confused, but he refrained from questioning. “Only when she makes it,” he declared instead, “pesto makes it mouthwateringly good.”

James would end up drowned in the ocean if he mentioned pesto again, she decided. Perhaps suffocated by the superior pillows she had taken without an ounce of guilt, or perhaps he’d go mysteriously missing in Hawaii, and she’d return to New York dishonestly shaken from the disaster of it all.  

It wasn’t y/n’s lucky day as Nancy stood up, gazing at her. “How’d you feel about another drink and some lady talk?”

She’d feel great, but it’d be nowhere close to the pleasure of a missing Bucky Barnes and an absence of training sessions. She abandoned his lap nonetheless, trailing after the woman. “If it’d be margaritas, count me in.”

They met at the stairs leading to the master cabin. She sincerely hoped James had done any form of investigation because she had wasted the last half hour gossiping with Nancy.

Though she was not a vast gossiper, she had enjoyed chatting with the woman, especially when the conversation had steered away from aimless rumors and towards her role as a human rights lawyer. Nancy was an incredibly intelligent person, with arguably great wit and judgment. If her theory was to prove true, she’d desire nothing more than for Nancy to have excluded herself from Elijah’s treacherous actions. Perchance some desires were not meant to be granted.

“I fucked up,” was not a sentence she wanted to hear from James.

“As long as it’s not another anniversary dinner,” the woman sighed, glancing around the yacht, and was glad nobody batted an eye in their direction.

“It could potentially be worse,” he scanned over Elijah’s guests, as well, before his eyes found hers, “alright, it’s significantly worse.” 

She had never witnessed James as flustered as he stood in front of her that very moment, if flustered was even the word to describe him. Hues of pink had glazed over his cheeks, and though the sun was scorching, she had an idea it had nothing to do with his frazzled expression and reddened skin. Significantly worse could indicate plenty of things — dance lessons, for she wanted to keep her toes unbruised, or a photoshoot, for she needed zero evidence of forced romance and a false honeymoon.

The woman raised an eyebrow as if demanding the answer of what could be significantly worse than spending a, quite unromantic, if she said so herself, and she would, dinner together.

If Elijah had not shown up, perhaps they would have gone down a path of brief conversations and tense silences as they each devoured massive bowls of shrimp pasta. That would’ve been fine, but the politician had to celebrate his anniversary at The Maui Resort, pressuring the pair to stage a plausible performance of husband and wife, which consisted of fabricated loving glances and unsettling touches. Elijah had to conclude the two as a legitimate, endlessly in love married couple, and Elijah just had to invite them to a yacht party, where James had burned with lust for the woman he despised, almost hoping she had returned his concerns. 

“I’ve agreed to join Elijah and Nancy for a couples massage.”

Oh.

“That is not worse than the dinner,” she grinned, “though I’d doubt they have a room suitable for a throuple.”

James was less than amused. “A couples massage, as in they get a room, we get a different room, and meet at the lobby for tea after the fiasco.”

Shit.

Perhaps James had not read the joyous pamphlet of Passionate Honeymoon Activities at The Maui Resort, but she had. She had read through it all, and to say that the couples massage, which was not, heartbreakingly, separate massages, sounded like an absolute hell, would be an understatement.

“James Buchanan Barnes,” the words dripped with poison, “what the fuck possessed you to agree to a couples fucking massage?!” If she had been any louder, heads would’ve turned toward the two.

“We need to get Elijah alone,” was all James could offer, “he doesn’t speak much of HYDRA with people around.”

HYDRA doesn’t exist, she thought, abstaining from voicing her inner voice. Forget James, she had to get in touch with Steve and quickly. If Mark Basso was, as she had previously assumed, a former HYDRA operative, the two were in far deeper trouble than both had estimated. Unless, of course, he just happened to frequent galas in Germany where heaps of criminals would gather for less-than-honorable endeavors.

“James,” there fell his name again, “are you aware of the hotel’s version of a couples massage?” She questioned, narrowing her eyes.

He refused to back down, holding eye contact. “Yes.” It was an obvious lie. 

She chuckled dryly, “if you wanted to slather my body in coconut oil, you could’ve just asked. Besides, his wife will be there, so you won’t have Elijah entirely alone and Nancy Williamson is innocent as it stands. In fact, so is he.” She sincerely wished Nancy was blameless despite meager chances. Bucky stayed silent, which prompted a corner of y/n’s mouth to curl up into a snarky smile, “the slathering my body in coconut oil part wasn’t an actual invitation.”

“Tell me doll,” he leaned against the guard rail, sarcasm clinging to his tone, “why would I ever take it as such? Unless,” James glanced at the broad horizon before his eyes found hers again, “we have spent five years maliciously clashing without a solid cause, so we should stop pretending and kiss.” His voice retained less mockery than she was comfortable with. 

The woman had no desire for James to kiss her, but the deeper into her memories she dug, the fewer reasons for their hostile relationship she could think of. Yes, he had been an asshole, and he had become inhospitable first, but if anyone else had realized why, they had failed to inform her. 

Steve, she thought, I have to call Steve.

Captain America was an objectively unbiased man, but he and Bucky Barnes were best of pals, brothers since childhood who had been miraculously reunited after seventy years. The hardships of the past and the future had only gotten them closer. Though he would never blatantly display favoritism amongst the people who worked at the compound, it was clear he had a favorite of a single James Buchanan Barnes. She had zero clue if James had been planning to inform Steve of Elijah or not, but she had to get in contact with the captain first because he’d, presumably, believe Bucky over y/n as unfair as it was.

Mark Basso was not a fight she could win alone — she needed Steve’s help and advice on more matters than she had once considered. 

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[dreamwritersworld]

Once Innocent. Part 3. (Sully family x reader)

Just a friendly reminder that is a mini series showing more back story of Y/n past and all her hardships in life! 💗

Y/n remained cold. No one could keep her promises, but she was supposed to keep theirs. She took care of everyone but who took care of her…? Her dreams haven’t allowed her to see Rey’akana, it made her frustrated. Her mother was nearing the end of pregnancy and it’s only made her colder. She needs to protect her family. So y/n took in the mean words the kids would say to the obviously neglected child. Trained relentlessly. Stood up for herself. and she closed herself from the clan, that way no one would even get the chance to stab her in the back. Y/n’s words leaked her true thoughts, the people were just too blind to notice.

Today I was ordered to hunt with Neteyam and bring back food for the feast. Everything was going just fine until we heard unusual ruffling. Suddenly a human with a gun popped out right in front of Neteyam. I sneaked through with zero hesitation and shot my gun. Only thing was my bullets wouldn’t fire ‘fucking guy, I knew he was sneaky, he gave me blank bullets’ so I had to settle on disarming the human even if it was risky. I put his hands behind his back. Then he started pleading “I am a scientist i was just coming out to pick things they needed. Look I’m no threat to you ok? I surrender.” That’s funny because to me he was a threat, I’ve never seen him around and he didn’t even have the usual id’s they wore.

Neteyam looked at his younger sister focused on figuring out what to do next, but Y/n already made the decision.

“Well…that’s obvious seeing how you didn’t shoot Neteyam yet you were waving the gun around. Like an idiot. Now don’t do anything stupid. Cause I’m not as nice as you. I won’t hesitate.” I look up at my brother and decide to send him to take our food to the camp.

“Take the food and go Neteyam.” I turn to face the scientist “I’m taking you to my father and he will tell me who you really are. I’ve never seen you around before.” I say this as we start walking through the forest, with the guys hands tied and my gun ready for anything to happen. The scientist says “is this really necessary…?” I don’t hesitate to answer his question. “I don’t know you, I don’t trust you and I’m not taking any chances. So it’s safer for both of us if your tied up.” The scientist says he understands and we introduce each other. However the scientist knows about the amount of animals that come out and can attack so he’s still concerned and tries to ask for the gun back. “For all I know you’d turn around and use it on me. If I give you a weapon, I can’t take my eyes off of you. At least this way you won’t run around shooting my people or me.” The scientist starts talking, asking about every animal In the forest especially since it’s his first time. “It’s just animals ok? Look I’m just- I’m not used to being around other people. Not for awhile anyway. Usually it’s just me.” The scientist looks back at me “sounds kinda lonely if you ask me.” Are you kidding me? “well I didn’t ask you. And anyways I prefer it that way. People like you are messy.” I drop the scientist off to my father, hiding my gun and holding onto my bow instead but to my surprise he wasn’t exactly happy..?

“Y/n. What are you doing?! Why did you bring Newt here?” Now I’m confused this guy doesn’t have any sign he was a scientist and the humans know the rules on wearing their id’s. “Father are you serious? Do you not even care that he was walking here with zero identification, I’ve never seen him, and he was waving around with a gun. I had to disar-“ I can barley finish my fucking sentence. “Let me make this clear . Y/n I do not care what you had to do. Or what your intentions were. You are wrong. Do not speak to me that way. Take him back to the lab. Now.” I look at my father in disbelief and push the scientist onto my ikran with me to go back to the lab. “Don’t talk. I don’t need your talking. I’ve heard enough today. Just hold on.”

After dropping off the idiot scientist I decided it was also time to confront the sneaky navi who gave me blank bullets.

Neteyam was talking to his brother about what happened, avoiding saying how Y/n had a gun when they aren’t allowed to. How did she get it in the first place? He watched as she walked into the tent brushing it off until he heard her voice get louder.

“Don’t turn away from me. I’m talking to you.”

Neteyam walks in an tries stopping me “Woah y/n what’s going on?” I no longer care that he knows that I have a gun. “This guy ripped me off. I traded him a bag of perfectly made arrows and he gave me a box of bullets that won’t fire. He could’ve gotten both of us killed.” The sneak scoffed and said “you can’t even prove those are the ones I traded you.” I pointed my gun to his face “He knows the bullets don’t work. Listen to him. He’s not even nervous. I’ll be the one who breaks out at night and cuts your throat while you sleep.” The sneak began opening his mouth to spit some bullshit. “Ok kid, I’ll give you back your arrows” seriously? “I don’t need arrows! What I need are bullets that won’t get me killed-“ I was saying this aiming the gun towards the floor and suddenly the gun shot a bullet that was loaded and fully working. “Oh no.” They heard their fathers voice in the background. “Say I was requesting the arrows I traded in for some broken cloth. He attacked me and he was going for his gun to take a hit on both of us since you tried to stop him.” She then turned to the man “you better comply.” Their father rushes into the room.

“Dad he attacked me! He only shot because-“ there he goes again, not letting me speak “Shut up you’ve done enough talking. Go home.” Jake deals with the sneaky Navi who’s known for tricking people.

Neteyam and I decided to help around the village, then go home and we agree to keep the whole gun thing a secret but he decides to ask how I even got my hands on one. “A soldier gave it to me ok? He trusted me with it and I haven’t done anything with it until now. What was I supposed to do Neteyam? he had a gun aimed at you. Shooting him was better than having to disarm him, he could’ve shot me too. It was harder to get that gun out of his hands trust me.” Neteyam stayed quiet from there while I remembered the day I was given the gun.

*flashback*

“Rey’akana was excited to be the one to graduate you to a gun. I know it’s not him giving it to you but can you accept it? It’s his.” I look up at the old partner with tears in my eyes “w-what? Thank you truly I’ll accept it! You’ve made my birthday.” the old partner smiled, glad he kept was able to keep Rey’akana’s memory alive for the girl in some way. Knowing that her birthday wasn’t even remembered by her own family. *

The silence was there until we heard my moms painful screams. We sprinted into our home walking into her giving birth. Everyone was there waiting for the new child. I was staring off, sighing at how crazy today was and now a new baby..? This is tiring. “One last push, Neytiri.” Cries were heard, baby cries. My siblings all rushed walking in closer. While I took my time, wanting to savor the beautiful moment for the new baby…oh she was beautiful. Tuktirey was her name. She calmed down from her tears, looking up with beautiful innocent eyes. she held some type of form of light. She was truly captivating.

💜!

Soo…what are you guys thinking? Y/n has now gone cold and no longer innocent of the world. After everything she’s been through, it was expected…but to this extent? It was very clear in this part. She didn’t hesitate to shoot. She fought. Held zero remorse in her eyes. Spoke about killing, like it was nothing..? She said she liked being alone…this is nothing compared to the sweet innocent girl who wanted to hold everyone and make them happy. Yk Hanging around and asking everyone questions curiosity was clearly evident, just like the scientists curiosity. I mean she Even TRIED arguing against her dad?!? Now her dark, cold eyes now have light against them! Tuk has entered and I wonder whats going to happen next! Will Tuk give Y/n the strength to just finally FULLY go against all of her fathers words? In order to keep her safe…? Like it said “she needs to protect her family.” is Jake even considered…her family?

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[boxerharrys]

The New Girl Spencer x F Reader

sorry for any spelling mistakes or punctuations missing! and I'm not the best at writing but I was excited to get this out!

Part 1 ( trying to make this like a real fanfic a true story to it)

Description: you were a somewhat popular YouTuber on your own. you focused on vlogging and funny sketches through out college. you watched Smosh for years admiring their work. but as you join their crew after graduating you start to admire more than their work....

Sunday:

you spent the night finishing editing your vlog of the week and watching Smosh; they seemed to help you cruise through editing. until a newer Smosh video starting to play in the background you heard Ian mentioning how they were open for a new cast member; you stopped in your tracks of what you were doing 'I'm sorry what did he just say' you said in your head rewinding the video. "Since a lot of our members right now are soaring with new projects and opportunities we are open for a new cast member!' Ian said through your laptop. 'no way id get the gig' you thought to yourself, you've dreamed of working for Smosh for years. 'what would happen if I sent in a application... I mean doesn't hurt to try I guess' you said to yourself. you went to the description and clicked the link where applications were going through. Although you didn't have much going on you just finished college and didn't have a big resume but you did have your channel. you filled out all the paper work and sent a link to your channel, like you said not much going on so you don't even get excited. you then continue finishing your editing and schedule it to post for tomorrow at !2pm. you then got into bed with your laptop and continued your mini marathon of Smosh to ease you to sleep.

Friday:

It has almost been two weeks since you entered your application to Smosh obviously not even thinking about it since you doubted anything from the start. Until you were home working on some sketch ideas and you received an email from Smosh… ‘the fuck’ you said to yourself. ‘Probably telling me how they regret to inform me they picked someone else’. You didn’t even look at the email you knew there was no way anything was coming from it. Till you received yet another email this time from ‘selinagarcia@smosh.com' you froze; as you sat there frozen for a good you’d say 5 minutes but it was more like 45 seconds you finally went to open the email.

To: (your email) 

From: selinagarcia@smosh.com

Hello Riley my name is Selina from Smosh! You should’ve got an email from out regular Smosh email congratulating you on an interview with Ian, Anthony and I! Was just reaching out to see when the best time and day would work for you to meet with us! Let me know! Below in the address and times we are open to meeting!

Thanks!

Selina

You felt like you were going to throw up. You had to re-read the email at least 3 more times. ’There’s no way I got an interview’ you said to yourself. But then you said ‘shit I got an interview’ you went to email Selina back and told her a date and time you could meet, ‘how’s Tuesday at 8?’ You emailed back; giving you enough time to mentally prepare and physically prepare for whatever the hell kind of dream you’re in. You then started going through sketches you had and dealt with one you never actually ended up filming for your channel. You had a lot of inspiration from Smosh and their TNTL series so you had a lot of jokes for that situation if you were ever in a predicament that you needed jokes for something like TNTL. You then printed everything out that you needed for your interview since the first initial email said to have those ready when you come. You then received an email back from Selina confirming that day and time was great for everyone. You made the decision to take a bath; you needed to relax your nerves were through the roof. You started the water added some bubbles and went to your kitchen to pour yourself a glass of wine. After your 30 mins bath you went to your room an put Netflix on and went to bed. 

Finally it was Tuesday at 5 in the morning you were making yourself a cup of coffee considering you were so nervous you couldn’t sleep last night. Still chose to be up early enough to shower, pick a good enough outfit to compare to Courtneys awesome fits she usually wears, your make up, and hair. The Smosh office was 25 minutes away from where you live so it was finally time to leave; rushing out the door you did a full 180 remembering your paperwork you needed.

Once you got to the office there was a buzzer at the front door. 

You press the button.

“How can I help you?’ Selina says through the speaker

“Hi its Y/F/N I’m here for an interview” 

“Yay come on in” Selina says as she buzzes you in.

You took the your atmosphere in, not believing what you’re experiencing since Smosh was your childhood and you’ve watched them every year of your life. 

You were then met with a happy lady that you knew was Selina!

“Hi it sonic to meet you I’m Selina! We are so excited to talk with you today! 

She shows you to the conference room passing some of the cast and crew; where you’re met with Ian and Anthony. You’re a great actor so you good with keeping your composure.  

“Hey its nice to meet you” Anthony says smiling 

“Yes we are so excited to pick your brain today” says Ian 

“Well let get this show on the road then I’m excited to pick your brains as well” you say confidently to your inspirations.  

Spencer: 

As he was eating lunch with Courtney, Shayne, Angela and Chanse; he was distracted from the conversation as he saw a beautiful women walk by with Selina. 

“Guys I swear I just saw an angel…” he says getting everyones attention.

“Did you drink too much Kickstart today Spence” says Court laughing.

“Yeah what are you going on about” Chanse says with a questioning look.

“Did you guys hear about anything with hiring a new cast member or do we have some type of brand we are going to work with be cause I just saw Selina walking the most beautiful women to the conference room!” Spencer says to them. 

“No” everyone says in union.

Then I see then And give the most sly look ever 

“ You know the conference room is all glass we could talk a look” she says wiggling her eyebrows. 

“No I’m not getting fired from the dads” says Shayne.

“Im in!” Chanse yells

“Angela I can’t either let me know wtf is going on tho” Spencer says 

He watched Angela make an amused face to Chanse and they get up pretending to be some type of ninjas or spy tiptoeing around us and sining action movie music

“ They are idiots” Spencer says paling his face

They come running back 

“He's not lying she gorgeous; id go straight for her” says Chanse 

“yeah id go gay for her” Angela says 

“Oh my god guy what!” Courtney exclaims.

“What does it look like is going on” Spencer says.

“I don’t know  but they were going over some type of paperwork” Angela says while sitting back down.

“Looks like well have to ask Selina afterwards… we gotta get going its almost call time” Says Shayne. 

Back to Y/N 

So everything looks great Y/N” says Anthony! 

“Thank you” you say as you start to blush.

“So I think we would benefit from you a lot” says Ian 

“Oh wow guys um thank you… I will like to be honest with you now hahaha….. you guys have inspired me so much thought my life and this is crazy that this is even happening and I’m very thankful I really didn’t think anything would come from me applying” you explain. 

“Well I’m glad to know that but its happening and we would love to hire you! So do you have any pitches for us?” Anthony says 

“Actually yes its for TNTL I think you guys should do a nostalgia episode where its nostalgia jokes and skits coming back whether its the same stuff or stuff rebranded I think the fans would love it!” You say geeking out a little.

Ian and Anthony look at each other and smile… “ you know what I really love that idea, Selina can yo see when we can do that and make a call sheet for it” 

“Yes defiantly…. So Y/N think you can start next Wednesday? I can send you everything tonight you’ll have the rest of the week to look over and prepare and we can start with maybe just one call time that day if that sounds good to you?” Selina says smiling

“YES” you exclaim!

“Perfect ill show you out! Unfortunately we can’t introduce you to any of the other cast members because they are filming right now but you can meet some of the crew! I’ll show you around so you’re not too confused next week!” Selina says.

“ Thank you!” You say as standing up. “And thank you so much guys it was pleasure meeting you and I’m excited to start” you say as shaking Ian and Anthony’s hands.

You walk out with Selina and get your tour then head home to start preparing for the best thing that has ever happened to you.

Okay that is all for now let me know if I should continue!

[urmomschocolatemilk]

I am dying for some dad! Price fics and I can barely find any☹️ I just know he’d be the sweetest with his kids!!!

Dad!Price x reader

He literally would be :(( (id know bc im acc his daughter) anyway you've come to the right place bc I'm obsessed with dad price.

Mini Series Masterlist

It’s the first day back to school for his daughter after her break, and Prices third day back from deployment. Getting her up in the morning and out of bed for school had been a struggle, as she’d insisted on staying home and spending the day with her father. As much as Price loved that idea you’d told her it couldn’t happen today, he could already see this tantrum boiling up and quickly promised her they’d have a daddy daughter day that weekend. That seemed to calm her down and she’d dragged herself out of bed, still with much protest, scarfed down the breakfast Price had made her and got ready for school. 

Price relished in the domicity of the situation. The idea of struggling with his wife to get their daughter out of bed was something he never thought he’d have considering his line of work and yet there he stood, flipping smiley face pancakes and yelling “Listen to your mother little lady” across the house at his daughter. It was the perfect contrast to the adrenaline pumping action that he experienced on a day-to-day basis.  

15 minutes later and much struggling from your end his daughter stood in front of the mirror whining as you tried to do her hair. 

“I want daddy to do my hair!” she whined, pulling her head away from you. You sighed  

“Daddy’s busy cleaning up after breakfast,” you tried to tell her for the millionth time. She was having none of it, crossing her arms across her chest and jutting out her bottom lip in a pout. 

“No!” she protested to the sitaution as a whole. You threw your hands up in the air, muttering something she didn’t catch under your breath and exiting the bathroom. Price was leaned over the sink, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as he scrubbed at a pan.  

“John can you go do her hair?” you asked tiredly, leaning against the island, “she wont let me do it, she wants you to,” you explained. He looked up from his work with a chuckle. Grabbing the towel from where it was hanging next to him he nodded, drying his hands.  

“Yeah,” he agreed, with another chuckle “I can do her hair.” Price marches into the bathroom, looking down at his little girl pointedly, hands on his hips as she looks up at him. “You been giving your mother trouble little lady?” He asks in a semi-stern tone. Even though he was attempting to scold her his words had a soft and playful undertone to them. How could he ever truly be mad at his little girl?  

Quickly she shakes her head, but when he raises an eyebrow at her it changes to a nod.  

Price steps behind her, getting to work on making two cute buns at the top of her head, combing back her hair, parting it and twisting it. That’s ‘his’ hairstyle as she calls it, and she never lets you do it on her, so it’s a safe bet.  

“I told you to listen to mom this morning, didn’t I?” he asks, running a comb through her hair. 

“Yeah...” she confirms, her tone turning to a mumble as she says a quiet “Sorry...” watching through the mirror as he takes a bunch of her hair and twists it into a little bun at the top of her head. Price ties it in place with a hair tie, starting on the other side 

“Don't apologize to me honey, apologize to mom, okay?”he looks at her through their reflections and she nods. He ties the second bun, pushing some pins into it before clasping her shoulders, “All done,” he smiles, and she grins at her reflection for a second, before turning to hug his legs tightly.  

“Thank you, daddy!” she squeals looking up at him with a bright smile. He engraved the site into his mind, the moment is to fleeting in his opinion as she turns and runs out of the bathroom to find you and go to school. He watches her run off, bitter thoughts dulling his joy. He couldn’t believe he’d have to leave all this behind in just a couple of weeks.  

[microwavetoaster-selfships]

hi (again again) ! after looking thru ur answers and art, im rly interested in ur thoughts on lightning and finn !! beyond design thoughts, id love to hear ur thoughts abt any mannerisms u think theyd have (i hope this makes sense, i mean to say how like things they do in the movies would translate in their humanized designs), how old u hc them as, and anything else on ur mind !! (@dmclr)

Hihihi!!! Sorry I couldn't answer this before, I saw you sent it last night but it wasn't getting late, it was like close to midnight! But thank you so very much!! This was such fun to talk about and share!!

For Lightning, right off the bat, I headcannon that when he's starting out in his rookie era, he actually has really short hair, like, two or so inches long, and as he gets older he ends up growing it out till it ends up being around shoulder-blade length, and he also gets a bit of facial hair around C.ars 3 ish. I'd say he probably starts out somewhere in his early 20s(probably around 22 or 23 ish) and around C.ars 3 time he's probably around his mid-early 30s.

Also for his little ka-chow thingy, I can't explain it well but, I imagine he has the little lightning bolt on the shoulder of his suit and does a post sort of like this?

If that makes any sense XD😅 where he just sort of shoves his shoulder in the camera. (Though certainly not as fit)

Lightning definitely has a few cases of stimming, especially in C.ars On The Road(a mini short-series, each episode is like five minutes long. They sat 10 but half the thing is just credits, and no there's no extra credit scenes in there except for one!) And since he's almost always has cameras on him I think he'd just get super hyper when he can't openly stim.

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For Finn, I'm just gonna get this immediately out the way cause I love it so so so much but never feel like I have an appropriate excuse to bring it up or gush about it, but I think he has a little bit of a crows feet thing(the thingy where you get the wrinkles at the outer corners of your eyes) going on and I don't know why it gets to me but it does. I'm a coward but I love him so I'm a shameless coward and he's probably like 54-56 or so where he's kept himself well in shape that he can quite easily still do all the spy sort of things that he needs to do. Definitely well in shape and has some muscle on him and stuff. While on the note of that I also have the really funny headcannon that he's superr flexible.

This isn't really so much as a headcannon but just love that when he smiles it's always with his mouth open a bit and I think it's adorable I love it.

I also think he'd wear a suit all the time everywhere. Partly because it's where his weapons and all his gadgets are for doing spy things, but also that's just his style.

[kippykasey]

Thankful for You

Summary: Bucky Barnes has Thanksgiving at the Wilson's, where he shares how thankful he is for Sugar and their her son, Sammy James (SJ).

Word Count: 1246

Pairing: Reader(Sugar) x Bucky Barnes

A/N: This is the 3 part of a small series that I keep adding onto. The first was Dog Tags, followed by Trick or Treat. At this time I do have one more fic already planned for this mini series that will come out near Christmas!

Totally imagining Bucky taking apart of no shave November

Bucky never thought that he would be in such a domestic situation after everything he has been through. Yet here he was, standing on the back porch of the Wilson’s watching his girlfriend’s son SJ running around playing with Sam’s nephews Cas and AJ in the backyard while his mother was inside with Sarah cooking their Thanksgiving meal.

Sam stepped up next to the super soldier handing him one of the two beers he was holding. Bucky took the bottle from his friend, his eyes moving back to carefully watch the smaller boy. “You don’t have to watch him like a hawk, he isn’t going anywhere.” The dark skinned man next to him chuckled leaning against the railing facing towards the back door where he could catch glimpses of his sister and you inside.

Buck glanced down at the bottle he spun between his hands as it rests on the railing in front of him. “Logically I know that. I just… the squirt means alot to me.” His eyes drift down to his vibranium hand that has not been covered since the day they went trick or treating. There was a slight jingle from his left that drew his attention to the small boy running up to him. Instinctively he lowered to a crouch in front of the young child. “What’s up, squirt?” 

Sammy was frowning as he held out his hand. “It broke. Can you fix it?” Bucky held his hand out, his left metal one, to take what SJ was holding. Looking into his hand the older man was able to see that it was his dog tags. The old chain had simply snapped. “It just needs a new chain. We can fix it when we get home. Do you want me to hold onto it until then?” SJ nods his head quickly.

Sammy watched Bucky tuck the broken chain and two metal ID tags into his pants pocket before he ran back to continue playing with the older boys. Buck stood and moved to grab the bottle of beer to take a sip. Out of the corner of his eye he could see the sly smirk-like-smile that Sam wore when he noticed something that interests him. 

“You seem more comfortable with your arm lately.” Sam comments trying to be as casual as possible as he mentioned it. Barnes rolled his eyes as he poured some of the beer into his mouth.

Bucky opened his mouth to make a snarky remark that he should mind his business when the back door opened. There you stood, a smile on your face. “Hey sugar,” he greets you. You step over towards him as you pull your cardigan closed around you to block out the chilly wind. “Hey. Dinner is almost ready. Can you get the boys to come in and wash up? SJ might need some help reaching the sink.”

“I got it. Get back inside before you catch a cold.” Buck gave you a gentle nudge towards the house, which you followed his instructions and headed back inside. Sam and Bucky called the three boys in to wash up. Buck followed Sammy helping him with his jacket, the zipper kept getting stuck, before he helped the boy wash up for dinner. 

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The Wilson’s had a tradition in their family on Thanksgiving. After everyone had finished eating, while waiting for their stomachs to settle enough for room for dessert, they would go around the room and list what they were thankful for that year. Usually it went youngest to oldest, but given it was yours and SJ’s first time at a Wilson Thanksgiving Sarah had Cass and AJ go first. After they finished your son practically jumped out of his seat as he begged to go next. Sammy fidgets in his seat as he looks between you and Bucky.

“I’m thankful that I get to see Bucky all the time because he’s my hero and he makes mom really happy. And he let me talk to Spider-Man!” SJ smiled and his statement made your eyes water as you looked over at Bucky who had one of the widest smiles on his face. His eyes were shining as he looked down at your son with so much love that it made you all warm inside.

SJ leans over to whisper to Bucky, even going so far as to cover his mouth. Buck listened and his smile faltered just the smallest bit and for a second there was something visible in his eyes. Panic? Bucky nods his head, which must have been some kind of permission because SJ got up and ran towards the coat rack in the other room. He came back holding something behind his back that he secretly passed to his hero.

“Do you want to go first, Sugar?” Buck asked, looking over at you. You shook your head, “No, go ahead.”

Bucky clears his throat and looks down at SJ who gave him a double thumbs up. His blue eyes glanced over at Sam who gave the slightest head nod. Buck rose to his feet and moved behind where you and SJ were sitting, a nervous habit you had noticed. “This. I am thankful for this. I am thankful for my sugar, she has been a huge support and comfort to me. She helps me even if I’m being a.. uh.. “ He paused, glancing at the kids. “Dodo?” You supplied which was your pg way of calling him a ‘fucking moron’. Buck smiles and nods his head. 

“I am thankful for SJ for believing in me and being the best partner I could ever have.” SJ grins and stands up on his chair. “Aaaand?!” The child was clearly excited which made you smile.

“And I am thankful for every moment I share with both of you. In fact, sugar, if you would let me. I would like to be with you until the end of the line.” Bucky Barnes lowered himself down to one knee at your side. Perfectly displayed in the shiny palm of his metal hand was a red velvet box holding the sparkling engagement ring inside. 

You gasp looking between the ring and the bright blue eyes in front of you. “James…” You muttered awestruck. “Mommy, this is the part where you say yes.” SJ ‘whispered’ loudly as he tapped your shoulder. You look back at your grinning son before turned back towards Bucky. “I wouldn’t want anyone else with me. I’m thankful to have such a wonderful man in my life to love me and be a father figure for my son.” You say leaning over to press a quick kiss to Bucky’s lips. Bucky smiles against your lips before you both parted and he was able to slid the band onto your finger. 

Sarah instantly reached over to coo over the ring. “It’s beautiful.”

“SJ picked it out.” Sam mentions making you gasp and look at your son. The small boy giggles and looks over at Bucky who gave the boy a proud smile. “He was a perfect partner.” Buck adds.

You smiled and looked over at Bucky again and he leaned over to kiss your head before picking SJ up so he could take the spot next to you with the boy now sitting in his lap. Your hand, now adorned with the sparkle of a certain ring entwined with his as you held hands listening as Sam went on to mention what he was thankful for. 

[peekintoeternity]

omg i think im so out of loop (never check any naruto blog aside from ones ive followed tbh for the past 2 years lmao) that i didnt know people have pointed out the similarities between vaderkin and tobito?? damn i thought i was all alone LOL 😭 (psss id be more than willing of course to listen to your take on their similarities and differences)

hi there! so i think others have done this extensively, i usually find such jokes / mini "thought pieces" on reddit (you can try r/naruto or r/dankruto and search relevant keywords) or youtube comment sections, and especially the YT vid from Death Battle, although other (smaller) creators have also posted (more serious) video essays about Obito, where Anakin / Darth Vader has been mentioned as a parallel to Obito's character :)

unfortunately i can't remember the exact video & all the information is a bit scattered, even in my brain lol, so the best i can do is point u to some sources 🥲

for instance, there are many YT video essays & even reddit posts on Obito's character & how misunderstood he is, like Swagkage's "Dissecting Obito Uchiha", "How Strong is Obito?", "Leave Obito Alone" (lol)

i'm not sure i can ever make a post listing all their similarities, esp when the Death Battle vid has already pretty much done that, and more comprehensively than any comment / reddit post at that, haha

you can also check their wiki for a detailed breakdown of the vid, but perhaps go straight to the Trivia section to see a list of their many similarities! :D

(of course as with all sources, there are some things i disagree with, for instance DB lists Obito as having "less combat experience" than Vader, but we actually don't know what Obito does during all those nigh 20 years that he was living as "Nobody" / "The Masked Man" / Tobi, i mean he could've been training and participating in duels, espionage, skirmishes, battles, etc., i mean he was the secret leader of the Akatsuki, the real Fourth Mizukage of Mist/Kiri, also basically the real leader of Land of Rain too ("Amekage" if you will?) since he is the reason Pain & Konan were able to overthrow Hanzō and the two take orders from him even if they are not loyal to him, so there could've been countless of combat / military and political missions he was involved in that happened "offscreen", and add to all that the fact he was a child soldier starting from around age 9 (when he became a genin and began taking on missions) and that, of course, he was a main player (war criminal! lol) as both fighter and strategist and military commander in Narutoverse's Fourth World War—but hey, the whole point of fandom & media is that there will also be multiple interpretations, so i see no point in "nitpicking" a fictional fight analysis lol)

maybe something new i can add is the meta parallel of how, in real life, vader's identity reveal was a plot twist that shook the whole of star wars fandom and beyond, shocking audiences & remaining iconic to this day

similarly, though i wasn't there (in the fandom or following the anime), at the time, when obito was revealed to be The Masked Man ("Tobi") in the anime, apparently sooo many streaming sites straight up broke down due to the sheer number of people immediately going to see the episode (guess there aren't that many manga readers compared to anime haha)

so yeah, vader broke cinema (insert martin scorsese meme), and obito broke the internet, quite literally 🤣

and these are just accounts from english speakers, who knows how much potentially crazier things got on chinese & japanese & other non-english sites lol

i might add some stuff if i have the energy to organize my thoughts more later on, sorry if this isn't the answer you were hoping for, but i hope the links & sources above can be helpful to you! :)

[brucequeensteen]

9, 11, 19, 21 :))

HI RYAN sorry thisbgot long but. :3

9. what’s a series or franchise you secretly or not so secretly think you’d be, like, a REALLY good writers for if they’d stop being cowards and hire you already?

okay the obvious answer is supernatural. i haven't had intense spn thoughts in months which is a good thing and a sign of healing but I know in my heart that I could fix that show I would treat it so well id be so good to it. Uhmm anyway. i also believe i would be an asset to the stranger things writing team because i loved it back in season 1 but now I have a very VERY mixed relationship with it (mostly including hatred and regret) but I could fix it i could fix them. Anyway.

11. if you currently write fanfiction or have ever written fanfiction, please tell us about the plot of the first fic you ever wrote

this is a difficult question because i genuinely don't know what the first fic i ever wrote was.... it was either marvel or harry potter sorry everyone. they were both when I was around 8 years old i just dont know which STARTED first. the harry potter one was basically just me making a bunch of ocs and putting them into the world with a new original villain. it was pretty good, considering, like 8 Yr old me did some in depth character development and I still have the notebook I used to outline chapters and write down songs that made me think of certain characters or stuff like that. and tge marvel thing was something I wrote with my cousin where we made a bunch of our own superheroes and villains that teamed up with the avengers and it was basically (comics universe) infinity war but to the left. notable heroes included Vortex who wore a suit that looks like the guys from Daft Punk and can create mini black holes out of thin air, and Jaguar who was basically my mini wolverine but she was also an acrobat. so yeah. My cousin had a guy called Dr Emoji who drove the emojibile and created little minions modeled after emoji faces and they basically fought for him. Me and my cousin are both autistic btw

19. what’s something neat you’ve learned while doing research for something you were writing? also, how much do you worry about doing research in general?

UHHMMMM i don't know i can't remember nothing comes to mind. i know things. I learn things. but I can't tell u something i learned specifically while researching for a writing project. I'm most likely to remember at a random moment when it isn't important or relevant sorry ry :') um and I've never written anything that required a ton of research, but i do it for everything I write, even for small things, and not always on a huge scale. does this make sense. research is important but i don't regard it as SUPER important . Depending on what ur writing.

21. BIG ask: what do you think is the most important component of a good story?

gay sex . no im kidding. its hard to pick just 1 thing but if i must say there are 2 components that are important to ME personally:

1) complex characters that are memorable, whether they are loved or hated, characters that make you feel things and even if you aren't rooting for them you still care to see what happens to them

2) funny stuff like genuinely intelligent comedy even if it's a super duper serious and dark story if there aren't tiny moments of light and humour then. Well then I don't like it that much lol. im not saying cringey worthless one liners or even full on jokes because those are often out of place and weird, but something that's enough to make you smile or exhale through your nose, that helps you connect to the story more

[doeszincreview]

𖡼𖤣𓋼𖥧𖡼 welcome to this little corner of mine ☁️

you can also find me on my writer's blog, @doeszincwrite ~

‧₊˚✧ that's me btw! ✧˚₊‧

. ݁₊ ⊹ . ݁˖ . ݁ im zinc and i go by she/her. im 18, and i spend way too much time watching series and movies than id like to admit ₊˚⊹♡

i mentioned this to one of my friend's friend once (basically a stranger) and they asked me what my favorite movie was. i zoned out almost immediately and took a good minute to refresh my memory. at that moment, i hoped i had something like a little jar to store all the shows ive watched like mini oreos, and then thought to myself, "wait, i literally can!" hence, this blog.

im southasian and the solace i find in desi movies is unfathomable. my fave movie of all time will certainly be barfi. one minor inconvenience, and im on netflix, bawling my eyes at jhilmil and barfi's life story.

‎‧₊˚✧ some movies i remember ive watched are (in no particular order):

hasee toh phasee ☆

bulbbul ☆

qala ☆

om shanti om ☆

english vinglish ☆

piku ☆

queen ☆

jodhaa akbar ☆

qarib qarib single ☆

zindagi na milegi dobara ☆

dil dhadakne do ☆

ajeeb dastaans ☆

there are so many more i haven't mentioned, but keeping up with me will surely give you a hint ♡

my comfort series is schitt's creek and for anyone who's watched it, it shouldn't come as a surprise my day doesn't begin without hearing moira call out for david in that quivering, snobbish voice of hers.

‎‧₊˚✧ on that note, a few series ive watched are (in no particular order):

the queen's gambit ☆

kim's convenience ☆

the glory ☆

money heist (español and korean) ☆

the empress ☆

sex education ☆

the good place ☆

kaala paani ☆

unorthodox ☆

the kingdom ☆

dear child ☆

bombay begums ☆

genres im into:

period drama ♤

romantic comedy ♤

psychological thriller ♤

slice of life ♤

fun fact:

i could never sit through horror movies, and never will. horror is a genre i specifically stay away from because i don't do well with all the paranormal stuff. the warning that flashes on the screen for the faint-hearted is probably for me.

for you ♡

my asks are open to every frustrated rant, passionate movie review or a simple show suggestion. feel free to send in messages at any time of the day!

i hope you'll enjoy catching a glimpse into my daily fascinations, as much as i will living them :) 𖡼𖤣𖥧𖡼𓋼𖤣𖥧𓋼𓍊

[regression-1863]

thoughts from Oliver, my silly little OC from a story im writing, so heres a snipit from it!

the idea is basically that this is from his journal as a journal entry, part of my ongoing story "The Preformer."

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I am a collector of many things. I collect cassette tapes that i’ll never listen to, art suplies that i’ll never use, jewlary thats only wasted on me. I dont know why i do it. Sometimes my collections come from theft rather than actual collecting. 

When I was 14, I stole a cigarette from my father. He never knew about it, and i didnt even get a third of the way through it before deciding it was boring and tossing it. Still, my mind almost craved it. Not so much the cigarette itself, but from its perceived or imagined benefit. I’ve never understood addiction, and i understood it less the moment i threw the cigarette out. It didnt taste like anything special, not bad, not good, just smoke. Same with weed or vapes, they never did anything for me. 

Which is when i started stealing cigarettes from my father. 

I never smoked them, but rather i started a small collection of them. Every so often when he’d get a pack, id steal one or two, joining them in my collection. I found more joy in this than i had in ever actually smoking them.

annnndd if you found that intresting and want to see more, feel free to tell me!! if this is something you guys like, i'll turn it into a mini series! not all of the chapters are going to be in first person (most of them are going to be in third because thats what im comfortable with) so yeah! most of these snipits are my favorite part to write, haha

this isnt edited, but will be at a later date!

[happyk44]

[ID: Three column chart. The title of the chart is Obsessive Compulsive Disorder. Each word is the header for each column. Under the header is a series of short statements that correspond to the respective section. The bottom of each column has a longer explanatory statement. The entire graphic contains various small doodles, like mini lightning bolts. The bottom of the graphic says "OCD DOODLES".

The "Obsessive" column:

Do I love them?

Will I cause harm?

Is this contaminated?

Sexual images

Is this real?

Did I offend god?

Is it safe?

It isn't perfect

Am I a monster

Did I hit something

The "Compulsive" column:

Checking feelings

Self-punishment

Washing

Avoiding friend

Ruminatin

Repetitive prayer

Tapping

Re-writing

Reassurance seeking

Retracing

The "Disorder" column:

Ended relationship

Didn't get to work

Unable to cook

Loss of friendship

House bound

Stuck for hours

Missed appointments

Late assignment

Never alone with baby

Missed work trip

Yes, many people have these thoughts.

Yes, many people will carry out the odd compulsion.

It becomes a disorder when it takes up excessive time each day and prevents you from doing the things you value. /end ID]

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